A Tropical Rendezvous: A BWWM Interracial Bad Boy Billionaire Multicultural Romance (African American Romance) (27 page)

Ken’s hands flew to her waist, and his grip was firm and commanding. His mouth opened to hers, and her tongue swept in, drawing a groan from him. She was already on fire, and Ken found that even more of a turn on. He stepped forward, closer and closer until he was on the bed lying her down underneath him. His hands were everywhere, touching every inch of her smooth brown legs, skirting up and brushing three knuckles over her slick center. Up his hands went, following the trail of her narrow waist and cupping her breasts, testing their weight. They were bigger than they looked. He dipped his head close, pulling one chocolate nub in and sucking until she cried out.

Brandy was out of her mind with lust. She’d never wanted another person so badly in her life. Her blood was thick and heavy, like lava flowing through her veins. Every inch of her skin felt sensitized, as though all her neurons were lit up in anticipation of what he would do next. “Ken,” she moaned and arched up into his mouth. Her hands could roam far and wide enough over his wide back and down that slender waist. The ripple of his abs fluttered underneath her hand, and when she wrapped her hand around his erection, she couldn’t stifle the groan. He was big. Bigger than she’d ever had. Long and thick, and she couldn’t wait to feel it pulsing inside her.

Back and forth Ken played, tasting her breasts until she squirmed. Her hands on him where he wanted her, drove him mad with lust. “I need to have you, Brandy. So bad,” he groaned and kissed his way down her body.

“Have me, Ken,” she moaned a second before his hot wet tongue sliced through her wet core. He lapped at her juices and sank his teeth into her clit until she writhed beneath him, begging him for more. “Please Ken, I need you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, and when she used her feet to shove his pants down, he let her. Their gazes connected as he fisted his hard length, pumping and wetting himself with her feminine juices. Then he thrust in and got lost in the feel of her. Her touch gentle and her scent intoxicating, Ken’s only focus was on bringing her pleasure so she’d keep making those sensual sounds that ramped up his arousal.

“Yes, Ken. More. More,” she chanted over and over, unable to recognize the wanton woman yelling out directions to the sexy man currently driving her wild. “Harder,” she whispered just before he captured her mouth in a kiss that carried her up into the heavens. He pulled out slow and thrust in hard, setting a harrowing pace she could scarcely keep up with. His grunts mixed with her moans, providing an orgasmic symphony as he carried her higher and higher until finally the tension inside her released in a shattering orgasm that was as powerful as it was potent. Ken collapsed on top of her when his own orgasm shook his big muscular body, his breathing heavy in her ear, and Brandy smiled. “Those are some moves, Ken.”

He laughed and pulled back, looking down at her with a satisfied grin. “Same goes, beautiful Brandy. Same goes.”

Chest heaving, she smiled up at him with her heart in her eyes. This man was special. She could feel it. And she was promised to someone else. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, Ken. I feel like I could go again.” She pushed him off her and straddled his hips, pressing her lips to a spot just below his ear and working her way down.

Hours later as the sky lightened and she made her way over the dewy grass, and back to the main house, Brandy couldn’t help but smile at the most passionate night of her life.
That’s what a night with a man you want is supposed to feel.
Her smile stayed in place all the way to the back door of the mansion.

Christian woke up all at once the morning after he’d brought Candy home to make Brandy jealous. His mouth tasted like he’d eaten a box of chalk and his eyes felt like they’d been washed out with sand. And the headache, damn tiny people performing an orchestra in his head. Combined with his nausea it was shaping up to be a shit day.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar settings. There was no woman beside him, and his pillowcases weren’t blue and gold, they were black and silver. Sitting up he saw a broken door and a photo of Brandy with her parents on the nightstand. “What the hell happened?” He couldn’t remember much after Brandy had given Candy a bottle of water and they’d retired to his room, but flashes came to him. They were out of order and didn’t make sense.

After a shower and three painkillers, Christian made his way to the kitchen where he knew Brandy preferred to have breakfast. She found the formal dining room stuffy and refused to use it.
Because she’s completely unimpressed by you
, he said without a hint of malice. For once. “Good morning,” he said, his smile tentative.

She looked up at him with a wary gaze and pushed her chair back slightly. It was a small move, but he’d noticed. “Right,” she grunted and stood, bracing her hands on the table across from him. She walked around the table, and when he moved, she froze.

What the hell?
“What’s going on, Brandy? You scared of me all of a sudden?” 

Brandy shook her head and mumbled to herself.
Still cocky, even after last night.
Then she thought, maybe he did it so often he didn’t think anything was wrong. Well, he’d better damn well think again. “Yeah well, a girl tends to get a little jumpy after a guy tries to rape her!” She pushed past him and took the stairs two at a time.

Christian was on her heels, anger and disgust churning in his gut. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you breaking down my bedroom door in the middle of the night because you needed to stick your dick somewhere and your whore was gone!” She stood on the far side of the room with her back to the wall. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone.”

Well, he damn well did mind. “Too bad. I need to apologize.”

“Don’t bother because I’m sure it’ll happen again, and I’m not in the habit of listening to bullshit apologies.”

Christian frowned at the way she looked at him. Her eyes were cold. Cold and wary and he felt like the scum of the earth. Had he really tried to fuck her last night? He couldn’t remember anything, but he did see a flash of himself leaning over the bed and her wide eyes were terrified. “I really am sorry, Brandy. I’ve given you no reason to believe me, but I would never do that to a woman. Especially one who I plan to marry.”

“Why? We don’t even like each other. I’m sure Candy would love to be Mrs. Sweeney, and she probably knows all the tricks you like in bed.”

His gaze darkened. “No! Dammit, I want you, Brandy.” He stalked out of the room and reached out to his bodyguard. “Ken come and speak to me before you retrieve Brandy today.” He hung up without waiting because he didn’t have time to wait.

Ken walked into Christian’s office, taking great care to appear calm and relaxed in front of his boss. “What’s up Mr. Sweeney?”

Christian looked at the large man curiously. If he wasn’t mistaken, there was anger and maybe even hate emanating off him. “I need you to take Brandy out of the house today. Make sure she has fun.” He pointed to a chair, indicating for Ken to sit. “I was a complete fucking asshole last night, I’m afraid, and she won’t even let me near her.”

Ken couldn’t say he blamed her. “You passed out on top of her, sir. She had to call me to extricate her.” Ken felt no satisfaction when the man turned a sickening shade of gray. He was obviously already beating himself up over it, but his sympathy was reserved for Brandy.

Christian groaned. Could this situation get any worse? “Shit. Well, thank you for helping her. I’m glad she has you to rely on.” Without Ken around, she might have called the police, and this whole problem could have been a lot worse. “Take her out, show her a good time. Make her smile. Please.”

Ken gave a short nod. “If she wants to go out, I’ll make sure she has a good time sir.”

“Trust me, she’s probably eager to get the hell away from me today.” He handed a few hundred dollar bills to Ken and waved him off. “Thanks, Ken.”

~

“Come on Brandy, we’re going out.” Ken still couldn’t believe the luck that fell his way. First that memorable night with Brandy and now an entire day together. Just the two of them.

She looked up from her books and smiled. “Where are we going?” Despite the confrontation with Christian this morning, she was still floating on a cloud of bliss and satisfaction from the way Ken loved her all night.

“That is a surprise. Go change into something casual,” he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “and make sure you wear something that shows off that fantastic ass of yours.” He winked and exited the library with a knowing smirk.

Brandy gathered her books and put them in her room. Her new suite of rooms with a door that locked. She had no idea what Ken had planned but she wanted to spend more time with him, and she wanted to get as far away from Christian as possible. Twenty minutes later she had on her favorite pair of jeans and a plain white tank top and her favorite pink sneakers. Grabbing her purse and a sweater for later, she bounced out of the house with a wide smile. Completely unaware of Christian watching from his office window. “Let’s go!” With a laugh she slid into the black SUV, ready to forget all about the man she’d promised to marry.

“Sleep okay?” Ken smiled at the relaxed set of her shoulders, the easy nonstop smile she wore and he knew last night was just a small trauma

Brandy stretched and moaned. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time. Med school doesn’t leave much time for anything else.” The look she gave him was filled with longing and desire. “I’m thinking maybe that ought to change.”

Ken smiled because he couldn’t help it. Brandy had a zest for life that was hard to resist. “Good. Because today I have something completely normal and fun for us.” Then because he couldn’t lie to her, he added, “Christian asked me to take you out today and show you a good time because he was, and I quote “a complete fucking asshole” last night.”

“That’s an understatement,” she grumbled, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. The truth was that she might have been able to forgive what she knew was—maybe, possibly—a mistake if the man hadn’t brought a prostitute home. “I’m expected to believe he’s serious about this stupid arrangement when he’s cavorting with hookers. Nope, I think it’s time to find an out.”

Ken frowned. “Wouldn’t last night give you an out?” It would seem to him that a man might have a problem with his woman being taken to bed by another, but maybe rich people had different rules.

She shrugged. “There’s nothing about infidelity because I assume he’ll get bored with his toy shortly and where would he be? Anyway, I don’t really want to talk about it anymore…are we going to Six Flags? I always wanted to go here, but it’s not really my parents’ speed.”

Ken pulled into a parking space and smiled at her, grabbing the back of her head and kissing her until the windows began to fog. “Then let’s go have some fun and forget everything else, yeah?”

She nodded quickly, kissed him again and jumped from the truck with an infectious grin. “I am so down with that!” From the moment they entered the larger than life amusement park, Brandy could not stop smiling. The sun shone brightly in the cloudless sky as children and adults alike screamed wildly on the whipping rides. On Ken’s suggestion, they began the day at the very back of the park where the lines were shorter and moved a lot faster. “That was crazy,” she screamed after they’d exited the structure that held the fastest roller coaster in the state. “My brain is still buzzing!”

Ken laughed and wrapped an arm around her to steady her wobbly legs. “That was a badass ride, where to next?” He held a smile all day at the way Brandy embraced every ride with the enthusiasm of a child. She bravely sat the front of the roller coasters and let an elderly couple skip ahead of them for the larger than life Ferris wheel so they wouldn’t have to stand in the heat too long, and she stood on the bridge with a group of kids eager to feel the splash of the wild river ride as it passed.

They stopped at the gift shop for clean and dry shirts after they’d visited the water rides section of the park and then they’d pigged out on carnival food, which Brandy had never eaten. “I know from a medical standpoint that this food is terribly unhealthy but I also now understand why it’s so hard to turn away from them. The grease and the sugar, for some reason, provide an irresistible combination.” She moaned at the way the powdered sugar melted on her tongue, and fed him a bite, gasping when his tongue swiped her thumb. “Delicious, right?”

“Very,” he said, his gaze serious and directed only at her. The woman was so beautiful it caused an ache in his chest, but it wasn’t just that. She was a rich girl who’d decided to pursue a career in medicine rather than become a professional wife and only had a billionaire fiancée so she could save jobs for people she didn’t even know. She was wonderful.

By the end of the day, they were both sweaty, sticky and exhausted. And Brandy felt better than she had in a very long time. Ken was funny and sweet, masculine and sexy. And for now, he was hers. She sighed wistfully, wishing that Ken was the man she’d agreed to marry instead of Christian who it was becoming clear she could not stay with, not for any length of time. “Thank you for today, Ken. It was fantastic!”

“It was my pleasure, doll.” He grabbed her hand and threaded their fingers together, dropping a kiss on her knuckles. “Want to grab a bite to eat before we head back?” He glanced at his watch, noticing it was almost nine at night.

Brandy shook her head. “I think I’ll be burning off funnel cakes, burgers and greasy crinkle cut fries until sometime next year.” She patted her belly with a laugh and leaned back in the buttery leather seat.

Ken barked out a laugh and patted her thigh. “Yeah sure, you’re on the verge of obesity, babe.”

She smiled as they drove down the road, wishing for another night with him. A wistful sigh escaped as she stared out the window.

“What’s that sigh for?”

“I just wished we had another night like last night.” She more than wished it, her body pulsed with the need for him. Right here, right now she wanted him. Her hand went to his thigh and squeezed.

“I do too, sweetheart. But the fact is you’re going to marry the boss and as much as I want you…,” he couldn’t even finish the thought.

Brandy couldn’t accept that even though it was true. She wanted Ken, more than she ever wanted a man. The past few weeks with him, their friendship and budding romance, was precious to her. She slid her hand further up his thigh until her pinky grazed the long hard ridge between his legs. “I know you’re right Ken, but I don’t care. I won’t put you in an awkward position if you refuse but know that I can’t help but want you.”

Ken nodded his understanding and pulled off the main highway down a dark, unpaved road. Throwing the car in park, he looked at her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, brown eyes glazed over with want. Need. “Absolutely.”

In the next moment, they both hurried to the back of the truck, flipping both rows of seats down for more space and they were on each other. Tongues danced and limbs tangled in their eagerness to connect again. Their moans swirled in the silent night air, hers growing louder as his mouth trailed down her neck and to her breasts. Her clothes were off in a flash and Ken’s mouth explored smooth brown skin until she writhed under him. “So sweet,” he murmured after releasing her nipple with an exaggerated pop.

“Ken,” she moaned, pushing at his chest so she could undress him and press her lips to hot, hard flesh. “I love your body,” she told him as her hands ran all over his chest and down his back to grip his ass. She smiled and pushed at his chest until he was on his back. Kissing and licking at his mouth, Brandy drove him crazy with her lush mouth.

“Fuck!” It was all he could do to maintain a modicum of restraint when that mouth wrapped around him and sucked. His hips moved in tiny thrusts while she brought him to the moon and back. “Enough,” he bit out and tugged on her hair. “I need you.” Grabbing her hips, Ken brought her closer until her knees straddled his waist.

“Not as much as I need you,” she told him as she lifted her body and let it hover over his straining erection. Ken held her hips while she fisted him and dragged him through her moisture.

Brandy looked like a goddess as she slowly lowered herself onto him, releasing the most erotic sound he had ever heard. “Brandy,” he moaned when she tossed her head back as pleasure washed over her. Her hips began to move in small circles that drove him crazy. “Babe.” He could only call out to her because word no longer held any meaning, the only thing that mattered was feeling. What he was feeling.

Brandy’s skin tingled with the thrill of the sensations rocking her body. Ken filled her up in the best way. He was big and thick, almost to the brink of pain. Almost. But it felt gloriously good, and her body began to rock and bounce, faster and faster just like her breathing. She was officially chasing down her orgasm, loving the groans and growls coming from Ken. Knowing she was making him feel that way, it only amped up her desire for him which at the moment seemed impossible. “Ken,” she warned.