A Gambling Heart: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (9 page)

Sexy music was playing somewhere inside the room. Hidden speakers maybe. I didn’t know and didn’t really care. Gareth’s breath was like a hot poker ravishing my skin as his smooth tongue followed the curve from my ear to the side of my neck and down my shoulder. His hands caressed my back before it made a detour to my breast which he cupped in both palms.

My nipples strained hard against the fabric of my bra, screaming to be set free, yearning for the touch of his fingers. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as I threw my head back feeling his lips as they descended down the base of my neck.

“Undress me,” he growled roughly as I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His jeans were the next to go as my feverish hands grappled clumsily with the zipper.

The bulge of his cock strained against his boxers. My hands travelled down the rough mat of chest hair until I reached the silky softness of his happy trail. I pulled the garter of his boxers and grasped the rearing monster within.

I wanted to go down on my knees and suck his cock but he stopped me and pushed me slightly away from him.

“My turn, Sienna,” he whispered roughly as he unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time. He slid it off my shoulder where it joined the heap on the floor.

He went down on his knees and opened the zipper of my pants, which he pulled down together with my panties. I felt embarrassed for the sopping wetness between my legs.

“You smell heavenly,” he said as he burrowed his face between the triangular patch of my pubic hair.

“Spread your legs wider.” I followed like the mindless robot that I had become.

His nose travelled up the patch of my pubes, tasting me, smelling as he went along, until his tongue burrowed inside my belly button.

I never expected the shock to travel back to my wet pussy. I felt his palms caressing the back of my legs, moving up my thighs, and rested against my ass, which he cupped in his hand before squeezing tightly.

The feeling of power and dominance enveloped my whole body. I owned him tonight and his elated reception about everything he touched and tasted gave me a sense of confidence about my own body. I knew he would pleasure me like no man had ever done before.

I felt his fingertips reach between my legs as he spread them even wider. Beyond the desire that had gotten hold of me, I saw as he spread the lips of my pussy and stuck his tongue into my sweet spot.

I groaned with pleasure as his tongue began to stroke my protruding clit. I grabbed hold of his shoulder to steady my quivering legs. I wanted him to take me to bed.

I needed a firm hold for my back. The shakes had travelled all the way to the ends of my hair. But I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. Hot and cold flashes travelled up and down my entire being. Even my soul felt like it was on fire.

I could feel my juices flowing as he assaulted my sensitive clit. A sense of heaviness filled my vagina and I realized he was finger fucking me. The sensation of his tongue sucking my clit and his fingers going in and out of my hole was mind blowing.

“You want my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I wheezed in response.

“You have to show me how much you want me,” he teased.

“Ohhh, I want you so bad,” I replied, moaning in pleasure.

“Not yet. There is so much more I want to do to you.”

The denial simply fanned the flames of my lust. He released me, stood quickly before reaching out and expertly unfastening my bra from behind. He shrugged off his boxers and we were both as naked as the day we were born.

My eyes feasted on his cock as it reared like a snake that had been rudely awakened from a deep sleep. A vein running along his enormous shaft throbbed. He pulled me towards the bed and positioned a pillow behind my head. And then he lay by my side, his eyes never leaving my face.

He reached out with his fingers and followed the contour of my forehead down to my nose before his fingers followed the outline of my lips. I could smell the salty-sweet aroma of my pussy in his fingertips.

“Suck my finger and be familiar with how you taste. It drives me out of my mind. There is nothing like it in the world.”

His words brought a searing heat as I opened my lips and sucked as he asked me to. He began kissing and sucking my nipples as I controlled the urge to bite hard on his fingers. He then removed it from my mouth and brought it down to my clit.

The stickiness of my saliva and the slickness of my own juices made his finger slide smoothly across my clit. He gradually increased the pressure of his mouth sucking on my nipples and his fingers flicking on my clit. I felt my body surge upward as I yearned for more contact.

I was in a haze of heat and yearning. I didn’t even notice as he rose and was suddenly between my legs, which he parted open.

“I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he said hoarsely as I felt him part the lips of my vagina and play with my sweet spot using the tip of his tongue.

“Gareth, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I panted as cold heat licked me from the tip of my toes to the ends of my hair.

“Not yet,” he replied in a guttural voice.

He was teasing me with relentless intent, alternately sucking my clitoris and painting the walls of my pussy with his tongue. He inserted his index finger inside my pussy, rotating it as he entered deep inside me.

It only made me want his cock more than ever. He then removed his finger as I felt him explore the space just between my pussy and my asshole. Instinctively I knew where he was headed next.

“Relax, baby, relax,” he commanded me as I felt his finger enter my ass. The sensation was indescribable. I was twisting and humping upwards, clinging to my last reserves of restraint not to orgasm. I wanted his cock inside me.

“I’m so close, I’m so close…” I moaned softly.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I pushed him away from me as I sat up and grasped his cock. I began sliding my hand up and down his engorged cock, delighting in the moist dew that had formed at the tip. I used it to lubricate my hand as I saw his face crunch up in pure pleasure.

I wanted to give him back the pleasure that he had given me as I opened my lips to and took his cock into my mouth. Gareth threw back his head as a guttural sound emanated from his lips.

I bobbed slowly up and down his shaft as I controlled my breathing to accommodate all of him. As his cock hit the back of my throat, I released him slowly as I bobbed my way up to the engorged head.

And then I increased the tightness of my lips around his shaft as I travelled the same path down, my tongue twisting and rubbing slightly against the velvety skin.

I controlled the rhythm of my movement, slow and easy as I released him, hard and firm when going down until he reached the walls of my throat. After a couple of minutes he was thrashing in bed like he was on fire. I knew then that my timing was perfect.

“Not yet…not yet,” I heard him mutter, and I knew he was saying it to himself to stop him from reaching his own orgasm.

He withdrew himself gently from my grasping mouth as he turned me over on the bed with my face resting on the pillow. He slotted his arm between my waist and the bed and drew me up until I was on all fours.

I felt his fingers caressing the skin on my back as he explored the curves of my waist from behind. Then I felt his cock resting between the cheeks of my buttocks sliding over my asshole and into my pussy.

He was pushing against me but did not penetrate me, merely teasing me with the hardness of his cock. He pushed me down into the bed until the upper part of my body was supported with just my elbow.

Then he reached forward and under me with his hand, brushing my crotch and parting the lips of my pussy before his finger perched on my clit once again. He stroked and flicked and stroked me again and again as I felt the heat climb the apex of my being.

He entered my pussy from behind as I pushed my hips backward to meet him. He increased the pressure of his finger on my clit bringing me higher and higher. I heaved backward as he humped me from behind, meeting his every thrust, wanting all of him inside me. My hips were thrust upwards and up to him as the walls of my pussy clenched his cock with every thrust he made.

I knew I was almost at the top, and judging by the grunts he was making, I was certain he was almost there with me. As his thrusts became more intense, I held my own body firmly against the bed.

A primordial scream burst forth from his mouth as I felt the warm flow of his cum inside me. He slammed again and again against the back of my thighs and I knew there was nowhere else for me except to surrender to the abyss that was calling out my name.

My body shuddered as I hit my orgasm. For an instant I was free falling into space. The waves of pleasure that emanated from the depth of my being were beyond words.

The same erotic waves washed over me repeatedly, lighting up my brain with a jolt, making me hear bells ringing in my ear, until I felt I had no more to give.

I felt Gareth’s deadweight slump against my back as my own knees gave way and flattened me against the mattress. His breathing was hard and heavy against my ear as I struggled to catch mine.

A few minutes passed before we were both breathing evenly once again. He stirred, slid gently away, and released me from his weight. Then he turned me over and settled me on his chest, my head resting within the crook of his arms. Neither of us said a word.

Shyness overcame me suddenly as I realized the enormity of what just happened between us. I knew I shouldn’t be where I am now. But I also realized it was a force that was beyond me and there was nothing I could do about it.

He was stroking my arm before touching my chin and raising my face to meet his.

“Thank you, Sienna.”

“Thank you for what?”

“For making me feel like a man again…for saying yes and being here with me tonight. It means a lot to me.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. Who wouldn’t want to be here with him? Any girl would claw my eyes out just to take my place. But when in doubt, I always go for laughs to hide my own embarrassment.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Westbrook. It’s all part of the service I render when someone hires me as their private nurse.”

I felt his body tense and I looked up into his face. A frown marred the gorgeous mug.

“It’s a joke, okay? I meant it as a joke.”

He relaxed a bit and dropped a kiss in my hair.

“Now that you mentioned it, I want to know what else you have to offer. I think there are still parts of you that I haven’t explored to my satisfaction.

I groaned in disbelief as his mouth descended on mine. We kissed long and hard as I felt the stirrings of heat grow and bloom between my legs again.

This was going to be a very long night indeed.

I stretched my neck, wishing the crick would go away. The rest of my body was sore as I endeavored to look like a professional nurse, given that I just cavorted the night away with my patient. The truth was still seeking a foothold inside my brain, causing to me to swallow hard with concern.

I was torn between guilt for letting it happen and excitement for having it happen to someone like me.

I was certain of one thing. There was no shortage of women he must have bedded in the past. I wondere

d how he reacted to them the morning after. Should I bring it up with him?
No!
Definitely not. I might send the wrong message that it meant more to me…just in case he viewed it as just another romp in the hay.

Yes, I would act cool. Heaven forbid he might think of me as insecure and clingy. That was the last thing I wanted to convey to someone like Gareth. Better to be on the side of nonchalance, sophistication, and worldliness. That was preferable than being thought of as gauche and naïve. I wouldn’t even mention it to him at all.

I lauded at myself for having made the right decision in the wee hours of the morning to go back to my own room. Gareth’s arm was strewn across my waist, spooning me from behind. Moving quietly so I wouldn’t awaken him, I gathered all my clothes. He was snoring slightly as I stepped out of the room.

I was exhausted and thought that I would be out like a light. Instead, I tossed and turned until the grey streaks of dawn were visible from my window. If I could get three to four hours of sleep, I knew I would be fine.

I was up before nine in the morning, took a hurried shower, and donned my clothes to start my day. I wanted to consult with the cook regarding fitting in some options to Gareth’s diet. That was still part of my job. Then I went to the breakfast room where I saw the tray holding his meds.

I wanted to allot his medications for the day so that I wouldn’t forget them. I had to focus on all the things I needed to do for him as his nurse. He was paying me for my services after all.

That particular thought made me cagey once again. Having sex with him was not on the list of my resume. Suddenly I felt like a prostitute. Weren’t they also paid to provide sex? Why was I having all these thoughts? It was a one-night stand. I enjoyed it. I was sure he did too. I should leave it at that before I drove myself crazy.

“Morning, Sienna.”

I wheeled around in surprise. I didn’t even hear him enter the room.

“H-h-hi Gareth,” I stammered, embarrassed. I avoided his eyes at all cost. “Good morning.”

“You were gone when I woke up this morning.”

Was that a question or a statement? As usual, his presence made me lose whatever equilibrium I had.

“Yes. I…err…would you like your breakfast now? I’ll tell the cook you’re here. I gave her a set of menus to include in your diet.”

I made for the door when he blocked my way and stopped me in my tracks. I forced myself to look up at him. I was certain that if my skin showed a blush, I would be a deep shade of mauve. I felt warmth suffuse my entire being.

“Sienna, is there something wrong?”

“N-no, I-I…”

“Is it about last night and what happened between us?”

There. He gave me an opening. I should take the bull by its horns and just say what I had to say. Maybe if I told him it meant absolutely nothing to me, we, or I could proceed with some peace of mind. I wouldn’t have to worry about it or think about it anymore.

I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Gareth, about last night…I don’t want you to worry about it, okay? It shouldn’t have happened but it did. I just want to assure you that it’s something we can both forget.

I don’t want you to feel anxious or wary that it meant more to me than it did. It was a casual fuck, nothing more. I’m not the type of woman who will put any meaning into a one-night stand. We’ll both take it as it is. B-but, m-maybe, it shouldn’t happen again, okay?”

Shit. I wished I was more firm about that last statement.

Gareth’s face was inscrutable as he looked at me. Was that relief he felt? God, I wished he wouldn’t stare at me so hard. But I had to show him I meant what I said and stared right back at him.

After what seemed like light years, he finally said, “We’re taking the day off. I want to drive somewhere and you are coming with me. Cancel my therapist for the day. Prepare what you need as my nurse, but you are going with me. Is that clear?”

I nodded. It wasn’t exactly the response I expected but at least I said my piece. If he needed me to be with him as his nurse, then it was my duty to go. I wondered where we were going.

We hardly spoke another word all throughout breakfast. He seemed tense and angry as he went about reading the newspaper. I busied myself preparing his meds and putting them in a dispenser. I didn’t know how long we’d be gone so I brought his dosage for the entire day. When he indicated he was ready to go, I meekly followed him out into the car.

“Where are we going?” I finally got the courage to ask.

“You’ll see,” he answered enigmatically.

The dark mood seemed to have lifted and I was glad. Maybe the fresh air would do him good. We drove for some time until we entered a quiet, leafy residential area just outside of town. He drove through a gravel road then came to a stop.

I wondered where we were. There were three squat buildings three or four stories high and a couple of free standing buildings that were setback from the main road. A flag was swaying gently in the breeze.

I would have mistaken it for a warehouse or compound except for the presence of some students playing football in the wide open expanse beyond. I realized we were in a school.

“Come,” he said simply.

I followed him, still unsure what we were doing here. Gareth seemed to know where he was going as he headed for the lobby of one of the building. He pushed open the glass doors and went through, walking a short passageway till he came to a door. He knocked once then opened it.

A little old lady with graying hair and horn-rimmed glasses looked up as we entered. A broad smile plastered her face as she recognized him.

“Gareth,” she shrieked in delight, rising and reaching for a walking stick.

“No, Maimee, stay there, I don’t want you hurting your hip again.”

Gareth approached the thrilled old woman and gave her a tight hug.

“Maimee, this is Nurse Sienna Miller. Sienna, meet Madeline Scott. She is the principal of this school.”

“A nurse? So it’s true? All the rumors we heard about you. You were in an accident, then.”

Maimee stepped back to look for signs and when she couldn’t see any, reached out a hand to hold his face.

“I’m fine, Maimee. Nothing to worry about,” Gareth reassured her. “Is Mr. Hendricks in his office? There are things I want to discuss with him.”

Maimee nodded her head, looking fondly at Gareth as he headed out the door. The old lady offered me some tea, which I declined. I didn’t want her hobbling about as I remembered Gareth’s comment about hurting her hip.

“So, Maimee, you’ve known Gareth for how long?”

“Since he was a little boy about this high,” Maimee replied, gesturing with her hand.

I was surprised.

“He studied here till he graduated high school. He’s always kept in touch, even after college. I always wondered what kept him coming back. Most of our students hardly ever do after they leave. He says he spent some of his happiest times here.

I don’t doubt that. Gareth was quite a handful and got into a lot of mischief, especially with the girls. Seemed like anyone wearing a skirt was after him. Couldn’t blame them though. That boy was a handsome devil even when he was younger.”

“He was a heart breaker then?”

“Yes, but he managed to get out of all kinds of situations. He was always being called to my office for disciplinary action back then. I got to know him pretty well. A rich and successful father…a mother who was into the arts and philanthropy. It could get pretty daunting for a young lad. But he cleaned up well.”

Maimee launched into some of the stories that she remembered. It was pretty obvious that she doted on Gareth. They shared some laughs over his escapades.

“How is he doing? Was he hurt terribly? I mean, he mentioned you’re a nurse. I assume you are looking after his welfare?”

I nodded and reassured her that Gareth was well on his way to good health.

“I’m so happy to hear that. That lad has been more than generous with this school. He asked to put up a building dedicated to sports and recreation for the kids. His donations have been keeping the school afloat all these years.”

That information surprised me once again. Gareth didn’t seem like a man who kept in touch and stayed tethered to a place like a high school. It seemed being generous was nothing new to him. The knowledge made me happy. I saw a side to him that I never knew. I wondered what else I would discover about my one-night stand lover.

He rejoined us soon enough and he and Maimee huddled together. I kept some distance. Instinctively I knew they were talking about school matters. I sauntered towards the window and looked across at the wide open space, trying to imagine a young Gareth walking the halls of this parochial school.

Maimee mentioned that he was the captain of the football team. He must have cut a striking figure in his jersey, shoulder pads, and tight pants that displayed the prominent bulge in his crotch.

Oh my god! Why were my thoughts even running in that direction?

“Ready?”

I whirled guiltily around and saw that Maimee was by the door waiting for us to leave. I hastily made my way towards her and gave her a tight hug.

“You take good care of my boy,” she said. “And don’t you take any shit from him.”

“I will…and I won’t,” I replied with a grin. She was a spirited old woman. No wonder Gareth seemed enamored with her all these years.

“I worry about Maimee,” Gareth said, breaking the silence. “I offered to bring her to a nice retirement home but she refused. I think keeping busy is what made her last this long. That lady is seventy-eight years old.”

“She thinks very highly of you,” I replied. “She said that you cleaned up well after all the trouble you brought her.”

Gareth laughed and said, “Yes, I was a troublemaker back then.

Our next stop was a pocket subdivision made up of about twenty houses or more. The roads were lined with flowering shrubs and the smell of jasmine filled the air. There were hardly any fences separating the houses. People were either out on the lawn or talking to one another across open yards. There was an atmosphere of easy camaraderie as children played on the sidewalk.

Gareth stopped by a small house where a golden retriever emerged, followed by a stooped old man pushing a walker.

“Hello, Jackson, how are you, boy.”

Gareth patted the dog’s head as it yelped excitedly around him then approached the man limping slowly towards him. Wisps of white hair blew in the wind as he held out his arms to give Gareth a bear hug.

“Mr. Westbrook, sir, I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you were the medic coming to give us the flu shots. The vaccine has been sitting at the clinic for a few days now. Seems like we won’t be getting it today either.”

“Not to worry, Tom. Meet Nurse Miller. She will administer the vaccine to everyone.”

Tom eyed me through eyes that twinkled merrily above bushy white brows.

“Nurse Miller, eh? Prettiest damn nurse I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled at the old man and asked if the clinic had the health records of all those living within the area.

“Sure do, Nurse Miller, and except for Tilda who’s suffering from asthma, most of us have written consent forms from our doctors.

“Great, let’s do this, then,” I said enthusiastically. At least here was something I could really do as a nurse.

Tom and I talked as Gareth headed for the clinic to get the vaccine and disposable needles. He came back a few minutes later with a metal cart carrying the supplies. But not before I was able to weed out some information about the small community.

I learned from the old man that he was the former butler of the senior Westbrook, Gareth’s dad. They owned the vast tract of land where the houses stood.

All of the residents were former servants or employees of the family. Each one has served with the Westbrook family for years. When they retired, Gareth gifted each with a deed of ownership to their homes.

The community had a clinic, a small clubhouse with a basketball and tennis court, and a swimming pool. Construction for a daycare center and nursery school was in progress.

I was in awe. I couldn’t believe it. A gold pen or a gold watch was the standard gift for years of service. Gareth gave away homes to people whose loyalty to their family had been proven through the years.  As we went from house to house administering the flu vaccine, I heard snatches of conversation and processed them quietly.

“How’s the knee, Mrs. Sheldon? Operation went well, I hope?”