Epilogue
Sienna
I stirred awake and laid there for a few seconds, listening to the sound of Parker’s deep breathing. He was still asleep. I glanced at the clock. We’d slept in again. Well, slept in for us. It was only seven, and I wasn’t going to the diner for another two hours.
I rolled over as slowly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. He was facing me, his eyes squeezed shut. His shoulders were close to his ears. He seemed tense for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
Heat flashed through my body and settled between my legs. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him working hard while being home every night for dinner and every morning to help me prepare food for others.
I licked my lips and moved the sheets away from his legs. His cock was already awake and semi-hard, ready for me even though he was fast asleep.
I gripped him and slid my hand up and down, stroking him. He felt good in my hand, warming my palm through the material. I loved playing with his cock, especially when it started off semi-hard and stiffened as I stroked and teased it.
Parker’s breathing deepened, becoming long, happy sighs. He smiled, and his eyes opened slowly.
“Good morning,” he said. He started to move, but I held his hips down.
“Lay back, enjoy yourself.”
I grinned up at him, my tower of well-muscled manliness reduced to jelly by my fingers. He’d grown completely hard by now, so I gave him an extra-firm squeeze. He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered closed.
Perfect, I thought. Let’s take this a step further. As carefully as I could, I reached down and cupped his balls and started to massage them with my other hand.
His eyes opened wide. “Oh, wow.” He peered down his body at me.
I propped myself up on my knees and ran my tongue around my lips. “You want me to?”
“Do you need to ask?” His eyes closed as I pressed my lips to his swollen head. I kissed it a couple of times, then opened my mouth and stroked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. Shivers ran through his pelvis, shaking my hand. I grinned as I licked, loving the feel of his smooth, stretched skin against my tongue. I shifted my hand back and forward on his shaft, squeezing each time I brought my hand close to my face.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm?” I asked, then moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth, making sure I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He stroked my hair gently, sliding his hand around to the back of my head. His fingers applied the tiniest pressure to my scalp. I smiled as I remembered doing exactly the same thing to him every time he’d gone down on me. I complied by moving my head forward, sliding his slippery head along my tongue. I formed a seal with my lips and sucked gently, moving back, then forward, finding my rhythm as I pumped his shaft with a firm grip. Parker’s hands rested lightly on my head as he followed my movements, subtly guiding my speed.
“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “I love what you’re doing, but I want you so much.”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “You want me? You already got me.”
“I want to make love to you, babe. Right now.”
I rose to my feet and reached over him to grab a condom from the side table. He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, pulling the nipple into his mouth.
The feeling of his tongue circling the peak made me even more wet for him than I already was.
Reluctantly, I pulled away when I got the condom. I ripped it open and stroked him while slowly rolling it down his shaft.
Parker sat up and kissed me, hard. His tongue darted into my mouth and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed hungrily, our tongues dancing around each other’s as we sank into the bliss of full physical contact. His hands slid straight down my back and grasped my butt, squeezing hard enough to make me groan. I reached up and pulled my fingers through his hair. His hands moved up to my hips and started to rock me over his cock. Slow at first, then building speed as our kisses became feverish.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
Wish granted.
It took all I had to break away from him, but I was in control today. I hopped off of him, got onto my hands and knees, and wiggled my butt at him.
“Give it to me.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He was behind me in seconds, rubbing his head between my lips.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
“Sucking on you gets me off. Oh—” I cried out as he slid into me, pushing gently. I clutched the bed covers, whimpering quietly as he fed his hard flesh into me, inch by glorious inch. His hands squeezed my butt, crushing my cheeks as he slid deeper.
“You’re so tight around me.” He pushed further until he filled me completely.
As soon as he was pressed against my butt, he started to thrust, slamming hard against me and making my whole body shake. I loved being taken from behind, and Parker knew it. He gave it to me hard, using me roughly, while at the same time being aware of my needs. Every thrust drove air from my chest and a loud cry from my throat. And when he sped up, I had no time to draw breath. My lungs were empty in no time, and I was reduced to hoarse squeaks.
He stopped squeezing my butt long enough to spread my cheeks, and his next thrust went deeper than ever before. I cried out and my arms crumpled. My face hit the bed and my cries were briefly muffled until he wrapped his arms around my middle and brought me back up to all fours. When he resumed hammering against me, I wailed until I had no breath left in my body. My orgasm hit a moment later, spreading heat and stiffening every muscle.
Parker groaned and shuddered. He pressed himself hard against me and squirted his cum deep inside me. I cried out as new shock waves burst through my body, triggering another small orgasm.
“Fucking wow, Sienna”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed. I tried to sink into the bed, but Parker had a firm grip around my waist. We stayed that way, locked together until he softened and slipped out. When he let me go, I rolled onto my side and murmured contentedly.
“I love you so much,” he said in my ear then kissed me on the mouth.
“Love you, too,” I said.
“How about we shower and get our day going? I know you need to go in soon.”
A shower sounded nice, but it took me a minute to get my body on board. Light tremors moved through my muscles and I didn’t know if I could make it on my own.
“I’ll meet you in there,” I said.
Parker grabbed my leg and pulled me toward him. I let out a shriek and he caught me before I fell off the bed.
He held me against him. “I really want to take a shower with you.”
“I guess so.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I admired his tight ass as he walked. Parker wasn’t a lazy guy, but he wasn’t a gym rat, either. He was blessed with incredible genetics that I often envied.
Parker turned the water on in the shower and we both got in.
He pressed me up against the cool tile wall and my legs gave out slightly.
He kissed me hard, and I returned the favor. His hands moved down my body, stroking me. He started to build me up again. But before I could return the favor he stopped kissing me.
I looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need something.”
I reached down to stroke him.
“No, not that.”
“Okay…?” I dragged the word out.
“I want to give you a gift.”
“Right now?” We were soaking wet. Unless he planned on giving me a used shampoo bottle, there was no way he could give me anything at that point.
He placed his hands on my shoulder. “I wanted to thank you for the collage you gave me yesterday. So, my gift is in my sock drawer.”
“You want me to go get it right now?” I asked.
“Would you?”
I stared at him, incredulous. But he was serious.
I moved the glass door aside and stepped out onto the mat. The cool air struck my naked, wet body. I shivered, but I didn’t want him to see how upset I was. What the hell did he need right that second? Did he have a special soap he wanted to give me? Why couldn’t he get it himself?
I shoved my dripping wet hair over my shoulder, and the slapping sound mixed with the river of water running down my back made me cringe.
I opened the drawer, expecting something to come out at me right away. Instead, the only thing I saw other than socks was a small black velvet box. My hand hovered over it, but I didn’t touch it. My breathing stalled and when my brain caught up again, I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth.
“Sienna?” Parker called from the bathroom. “Did you find it?”
“Yeah!” I called back and scooped up the box in my hands. I carefully held it out in front of me. Was this what I thought it was? My body buzzed with a mix of terror and excitement.
I walked back into the bathroom and Parker was standing in the shower with the door open, staring at me.
“I’ve been carrying this around since the first week we got together, wanting to find the right moment to ask you….”
My heart started to race like the beating wings of a hummingbird.
“But I realized, every moment is special with you. And I don’t want any other barrier between us. I want you, Sienna. For the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
My jaw dropped open as I lifted the top of the box. Inside was the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen. “Parker. Oh my god. Wow.”
“Is that a yes?”
I lifted the ring from the box and held it between my fingers. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen.
“Sienna?” he said.
I placed the ring back in the box then put it down on the counter. I got back into the shower and reached up to hold onto his shoulders. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist so we were eye-to-eye. “Yes, Parker. I will marry you.”
I pecked his lips and then wriggled out of his grasp so I could stand next to him, feeling how well our bodies molded together. The heat of the water felt so good against my skin. Tingles rippled down my spine.
Parker held me against him and we held onto each other, sealing this moment for the rest of our lives.
He chuckled, the sound vibrated in his chest.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I think we’re the first couple to get engaged naked.”
“Even if that was true, which I doubt, I don’t care,” I said. “I just want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Forever.”
Then we kissed until the water ran cold.
BILLIONAIRE BEAST
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Aiden
There’s nothing quite like sleeping on Victorian furniture, and it damned sure wasn’t built for a situation as informal as passing out drunk. I woke up with a splitting headache and a crick in my neck, but worse than that, I wasn’t alone. There was movement from the other side of the room.
I opened my eyes with a wince, then adjusted my lids to slits so I could peek out and see who was there with me. I didn’t remember picking up anyone from the bar, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’d brought home a woman and forgotten about it.
“Well, Aiden Joseph Walker, it’s about time you wake up.” The familiar voice made me cringe, as did the use of my full name. A grown man of nearly thirty should never be called by his full name, and only two people had ever done so in my life as far as I could recall. One was my mother, who’d been dead for over a year, and the other was Mattie Johnson, our family housekeeper who had mothered me alongside Mom my entire life.
“I was beginning to think you were dead. Lord knows there’s something dead in this house. Smells like it, anyway.” She waved her cleaning rag through the air and then turned to wipe down the family clock that hadn’t had the correct time since I was twelve and pulled the pendulum too hard. Mattie had tanned my ass, and Mom had let her.
The only thing dead in the house was my sense of humor. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere spending the insane retirement fund I paid you to leave me the hell alone?”
“You shut your mouth. I don’t work for you anymore, and Lord knows why I bothered coming here, but I won’t have you disrespecting me.” The crack of the dishtowel popped about two inches from my ass before she turned around and went right back to wiping down the things around me. The smell of a chicken boiling set my mouth to watering, but I wished she hadn’t done that. My appetite wasn’t what it used to be.
I sat up and wiped my eyes and scrubbed my fingers through my thick beard, giving it a scratch. “I don’t understand what’s so hard about respecting my wishes.”
“Your wishes are getting out of hand. Look at this place, Aiden. It’s a pig sty. You might want to grow your hair and beard to look like you haven’t got two pennies to rub together, but this home needs attention, whether you like it or not. The grass is knee deep, and there’s a good year’s worth of overgrowth out on the hedges.”
“Yes, and that’s because when I gave the gardener his payoff, he left and had the good graces not to come back.”
“So that’s it, you want to sit up in here and let this place crumble around you? I’ve sat on my hands for too long, boy. If your parents could roll over in their graves, the ground would be shaking just knowing how you’re handling things around here. Your mother would take a razor to that face in your sleep and your father — he’d be damned embarrassed of you.” I pegged her with a hard glare, but she held her chin up defiantly.
“Well, you can stop worrying. They won’t be anything. They’re dead.” They’d died fourteen months ago in a tragic plane crash along with my sister, Ally and her boyfriend, Shawn Patterson. I hadn’t handled things well since then.
“Boy, to hear you talk. I’m glad I don’t have to stick around and hear it.” She shook her head and kept on cleaning.
“So does that mean you’re leaving?” I patted down my pockets until I found my wallet and the key to my bike.
“I’ll be leaving when I get this living room cleaned up. I made a good dent in the kitchen already, though I’m going to work on throwing out those science experiments you’ve got growing in the fridge. You’re going to end up in the hospital if you eat that food.”
“I’m not eating any of it.” My keys jingled in my hand as I opened my wallet and thumbed through my bills.
She turned and shook her rag at me. “Damn right, you’re not. I’m boiling some chickens now. I’m going to fix up some of my chicken noodle you used to love so much as a child.”
“It’s really not necessary, Mattie.” I stared into her dark eyes as she narrowed them at me.
“I know what’s necessary and what’s not, but you’ll be thanking me when you’ve got a full stomach. You look like you’ve lost a bit of your bulk.”
I hadn’t lost that much, but she was right. I’d been much bulkier before the accident and hadn’t cared much about myself since. Going to the gym hadn’t been en route of my destructive life’s path, but I certainly hadn’t withered away. I glanced down to my abs and was thankful they were still defined, although not as prominent as before.
“You don’t have to do anything, much less clean up.”
“I’m not leaving until these two front rooms are presentable and there’s a hot meal to get you through a day or two. You can argue with me all you want, but it isn’t going to change a thing.”
“Knock yourself out.” I took my keys out of my pocket and went out to the garage to get on my bike. I glared down the line of my parents’ cars as I cranked my engine. I wondered if any of them would even crank anymore. Surely the batteries had died by now, but it wasn’t like I’d ever drive them.
My father’s classic Shelby, which he loved to torment me with and had never let me drive, his ’Vette, which he drove to and from work to compete with Layne’s, and the family classic white Rolls, which he kept for Easter Sunday when Mother would force us to go to church. The entire collection had a good layer of dust collecting.
My sister’s newer Mustang, which had been towed to the house from the airport along with Mom’s Land Rover, was going to waste, but I didn’t care. They could sit there until they rusted. I couldn’t bear to think of anyone else driving any of them. I thought back to my little sister and the day my father bought her that car. She was in tears as she hugged him, and then I’d had to teach her how to drive a stick before she could use it.
Without another thought, I sped off with the memories of my sister twisting like a corkscrew in my gut.
I hauled ass out to the only place I frequented, a bar called Jay’s Pub, and hoped that when I returned home, Mattie would be gone. Deep down, I felt a pang of guilt for talking to her so harshly, but I’d asked the staff to move on and leave me be. So far, she was the only one who still reached out. I didn’t think her any amount of her cooking or cleaning would make me feel whole again, but if it helped her, I’d let her do what she had to. But I didn’t have to be around to see it.
I walked into Jay’s and headed for my usual place at the bar only to be held up by Meagan, who stepped out in front of me. “I was wondering if you were going to be here later; you’re an early bird today. It’s not even dark yet.”
“I’m here all the time, so I don’t know why it is such a wonder.” I pushed past her and went to the bar where Glen had just put down a beer for me. Good old Glen, he knew what I wanted before I even had to ask; now if he could only get rid of Meagan for me.
She raked her hand through her stringy brown hair as she narrowed her blue eyes. She was pretty enough for a random lay, but not really my type. “You don’t have to be snippy, Aiden. I haven’t seen you in a while is all.”
Her smile was laced with honey, and she had a gleam in her eye that I’d seen before. The last time though, she’d been on her knees and I’d had my cock down her throat. It was much too early in the night for that, and I didn’t have enough alcohol in me to start making promises.
“Well, if I need you, I’ll find you. For now, I’d like to sip this beer and talk to my best friend Glen, here.” I nodded in his direction as I brought the beer to my lips.
Glen did a double take. “How the hell did I get stuck with the chore of being your best friend?”
The bartender had been more than supportive of my bad habits, but had always managed to get me home safe, whether it was calling a cab or driving me home himself. Truthfully, there wasn’t much more between us. I’d only known him since I’d started spending more of my free time within the neon closet that he called a bar.
I’d deliberately chosen the dive to keep from having to talk to too many people, but being the professional that Glen is, he’d taken the bartender role to heart. I’d talked to him more than anyone else over the past fourteen months and though we didn’t go golfing or work out together or any of that other male bonding type of stuff, he was all I had.
Meagan stepped up into my face. “You’re an asshole, Aiden Walker. I’m not going to sit around waiting on you to want me again; I have plenty of other men around here interested.”
“Good luck to you.” I raised my glass and then took a hearty swig.
Meagan huffed. “Fine, you bastard!” And then she took off across the room to her usual table. I’d had a few good times with her, and I knew she wasn’t too upset to have a few more if I wanted. She could be awfully forgiving when she was hungry for sex.
It wasn’t like I couldn’t go pick up my usual stripper at the strip club, or a few of her friends. Sex wasn’t something I was doing without. In fact, I’d had more of it since I’d learned to lower my standards.
After things had settled down that afternoon and the night had long fallen, I noticed Meagan grinding on some poor guy in the back of the bar. He was a burly motherfucker, and the way she kept cutting me glances, I wondered if she was trying to make me jealous. I couldn’t help but shake my head and raise my glass. She shot me the finger.
I belted a laugh and then got up to go to the bathroom. All the beer had finally caught up with me, and when I returned to my seat, Meagan’s burly friend was sitting in it. The guy wasn’t much bigger than me, and I was certainly more defined and probably a hell of a lot stronger.
I could see his lips curl up as he tried to hide his smile and Meagan stood beside him with a smirk. They were hoping for a fight, and who was I to deprive them?
I walked directly over and nudged his shoulder. “Excuse me. You’re in my seat.”
He stood like he wanted to get in my face, but Glen was one step ahead of me. “Move along, Teddy. You don’t want to mess with this one. He doesn’t play well with others, and I’d have to call the police.” The man’s eyes widened a bit, and then he pulled Meagan’s hand to lead her away. Before I could take my seat, they were already headed out the door.
“Why did you go and ruin my fun? You could have at least given me one punch.” I tilted my glass high for the last swallow. “Give me another.”
Glen leaned up against the bar and shook his head. “Listen, friend. I know you’ve put it to that girl a few times, and I also know she knows who you are and where you live, if you catch my drift.
“She’s been bragging on your money as if it were her own, and all she needs to get her hands on it is for some thick-headed asshole to pick a fight with you in public or to get knocked up. She’s bad news, and he was baiting you; I wasn’t going to let that happen. You may not even care these days, but I won’t let you ruin your life over a seat at the bar.”
Glen knew I was well out of my class and normal social standing to be hanging around in his bar, but he’d let me pretend I was nothing for only so long. “I’m glad you’re concerned. Now, I’ve got my seat, so give me another beer.” I took care not to slur my words, but he shook his head again.
“I’m not serving you anymore tonight.”
“One more, Glen. Then you can call me an Uber.”
He chuckled. “The last two times, I drove you home myself, but you probably don’t even remember that. But if you’re going to keep our good buddy Scott in the Uber business, you should just hire him as your personal driver.” The guy named Scott had made a habit of staying close to the pub, knowing that I was developing a habit as a usual pick up.
“Well, at least the two of you are profiting handsomely with my alcohol issues. It’s quite a racket you’ve got going. Now, can I have that beer?”
He let out a long breath and poured me another drink. “I’m doing this against my own good sense.” Then he put the beer down in front of me.
“Good man.” I lifted the glass and took a heavy pull.
“Take it slow.” He narrowed his eyes as he went to the phone to call my ride. My bike would have to be sent for later, but that was the way most of our nights had ended over the past few months. As long as I could drink away my troubles, the world could crumble down around me. I couldn’t give a shit.