Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (8 page)

"Are you sure?" I
asked as I stepped out of my pants and ran my fingers through her hair.

"Are you?" she
smiled. All I could do was nod my head as she wrapped her arms around my neck
and kissed me again. The feeling of her bare skin against mine was almost more
than I could handle, and it wasn't long before she'd pushed me back down onto
the couch where she straddled my lap as she undid her bra and then pressed her
soft, beautiful breasts against my lips one after another.

She moaned softly as I teased
each nipple with my tongue before sucking them until they were both engorged
and stiff.
 
As I slid my fingers between
her legs and teased her through the sheer fabric, her moans grew louder and
more insistent. When she suddenly stood up, I was surprised and wondered if
she'd changed her mind, but when she quickly walked across the room and opened a
paper bag then returned holding a familiar blue box, I smiled.

"We have to be
protected," she smiled as she tore open one of the packets before slipping
out of her panties. She gave me a sexy smile as she asked, "Don't you want
to lose those boxers?"
 

"Oh, yeah!" I
replied as I quickly shed my underwear and watched her kneel in front of me so
she could roll the small ring of latex down over my thick erection. After a
moment, she giggled and looked up at me.

"I was trying to be
cool, but I'm not doing this right," she sighed. "Help me?"

"Gladly," I grinned
as I took over. I few seconds later I pulled her back on to my lap and held my
breath as she grabbed my shaft and positioned it at the edge of her warm
opening. I could hear her softly humming as she stroked herself with the tip of
my now throbbing erection before she dropped down and took me deep inside in
one swift motion.

I almost climaxed as I felt
her tight warmth enveloping me, but she sat completely still and let me regain
my composure as she kissed my jaw and ran her tongue over my ear. The sensation
was incredible, and I could feel her beginning to rock back and forth as she
slipped a hand between us and began to stroke herself.

"Oh God, Alex," I
groaned as I felt her tighten and release. She smiled and kissed me again as
she began to rock a little harder and faster. I could feel her rising up and
then dropping down again, and the motion combined with the pulsing of her inner
walls was more than I could bear.

"Come for me, Cam,"
she whispered breathlessly. "I want us to come together."

I swallowed hard and nodded
as I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes and did exactly as she'd asked. The
sensation shook my body as I felt the wave of orgasm flow over us both. She
cried out and gripped my shoulder as she reached the peak just a few seconds
after I did. I could feel her pulsing and throbbing as I did the same. I
gripped her hips as I held her in place and continued thrusting up and up and
up.

When we'd both regained our
senses, I looked up at her and smiled as I shook my head.

"What?" she said.

"You're amazing," I
replied. "Simply amazing."

Her only response was to lean
down and softly kiss my lips.

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

Alex

My
night with Cam ended in the early hours of the
next morning. He'd stayed as long as he could, curled up on the couch with me
even though I'd offered to make room for him in my textbook filled bed.
 
He'd had to go home to check on Tesla and get
ready for work, and I'd needed to brush up on my anatomy for the practice exam
we were taking.

"I want to see you
again, soon," Cam said as he stood at the door giving me a look that said
he definitely didn't want to leave.

"Then you shall," I
smiled. "Call me when you get off work tomorrow and we'll see if we can't
arrange something."

"I don't want to
go," he said pulling me to him for one more kiss.

"All right, I'll be the
adult here, I guess," I laughed. "You need to go to work and I need
to go to class! So, go!"

He laughed as he stole
another kiss, and then headed out the door to his truck. I closed the door and
stood leaning against it with my arms wrapped around myself for a few minutes
before I shook my head and went to take a shower.

In the shower, I fantasized
about what Cam would look like wet and naked, and how his large, strong hands
would feel on my slippery, wet skin. It drove me to the edge of distraction as
I slipped my hand between my legs and stroked myself to another orgasm. It was
official: Cam Connor had reignited my sex drive. I laughed out loud as I
thought about how happy Liz would be to hear this good news.
 

Several hours later, on the
way to class, Liz peppered me with questions about the date and everything that
had happened afterwards. I laughed as I told her that her gift had come in
handy, and she'd demanded a high five.

"I told you it would be
a good thing for you," she said with a knowing grin. A few seconds later,
Liz tripped and went sprawling onto the sidewalk.

"Liz!" I cried as I
rushed to her side to help her up.

"Oh my God, you don't
even know how to walk, do you?" Violet said as she passed us on the campus
sidewalk. She was alone today, her sidekicks elsewhere as she made her way
through the snow to class.

"Shut up, Metzler,"
Liz muttered as she brushed the snow from herself and stood up slowly. I could
see that she'd cut the palms of her hands as she'd fallen on the concrete, so I
brushed them off and offered her a tissue to wipe away the blood.

"Articulate this
morning, too," Violet said rolling her eyes. Then with a mean grin, added,
"Maybe you should rethink following in the footsteps of your family,
Baker."

"You bitch!" Liz
hissed as she moved toward Violet. I grabbed her arm and stopped her from
getting too close.

"Violet, move on,"
I said waving my hand as if shooing away a bad dog. "Go on!"

Laughing loudly, Violet
turned and strutted down the sidewalk on her way to class. I turned and looked
at Liz and found her standing with her bleeding palms up tears running down her
cheeks.

"Liz! Are you okay? Did
you hurt yourself?" I asked, worried that something was terribly wrong.

"That bitch is too mean
to live," Liz sniffed as she wiped her nose with the bloody tissue. I
handed her another one and she gratefully accepted it. "I hate Violet
Metzler."

"I know, darling,"
I said. "We all do."

Liz flashed me a grateful
grin as I motioned to her that we needed to get to class, but I wondered why
Violet had chosen to go for the throat this time. I knew she and Liz didn't
like each other, but to aim so low and invoke Liz's troubled family was low
even by Violet's standards.

"Liz," I wondered
out loud. "Have you done anything to really piss Violet off lately?"

"You mean besides simply
being alive?" Liz asked with a grimace. "Not that I can think
of."

"Hmmm, I wonder why
she's being so mean," I said.

"No idea," Liz
shrugged. "She seems to have just been born that way."

"No one is inherently
evil," I scolded gently.

"Don't bet on
that," Liz said as she pulled open the door to the building and wincing as
her hand made contact with the metal door handle. "You haven't met most of
my family."

We stopped in the bathroom to
clean up Liz's hand before we took the practice exam. She'd ripped off several
layers of skin when she'd fallen, and I did my best to clean it up without
hurting her, but she inhaled sharply as I applied soap and gently scrubbed away
the dirt and debris.

"You okay?" I
asked.

"Yeah, fine. It just
stings," she said biting her lip as she ran her hands under the faucet to
wash away the soap.
 

We were late for class and
received a stern look from Professor Jackson as we grabbed our exams and sat
down. I tried hard to focus on the exam, but the whole time I was answering
questions, a part of my brain was back at my apartment with Cam feeling all of
the wonderful ways in which his touch made my body come alive. Half way through
the exam, Liz elbowed me and then pointed to the papers on my desk. Having a
crush on Cam Connor was not going to be good for my grades.

"What the hell was going
on in there?" Liz demanded as we gathered our things and got ready to head
to the lab.

"Nothing, why?" I
replied.

"You look like a love
struck school girl," she grinned. "Cam Connor is going to ruin your
GPA if you aren't careful."

"The thought crossed my
mind, thank you very much," I said primly. "I've got it under
control."

"Yeah, sure you
do," Liz laughed. "Just like Violet has her meanness under control.
It's snake handling, my friend."

I looked at Liz, wide eyed,
not believing that she'd said that, but her roaring laughter pushed away any
shocked outrage I was feeling and we both laughed until we were holding our
sides. Our laughter continued as we entered the lab and prepared for the lesson,
earning us nasty looks from Violet and her posse.

"Why is she so nasty to
you, Liz?" I whispered as the lab assistant instructed us, yet again, on
the necessity of proper slide handling techniques.

"I don't know, she's got
a bug up her ass," Liz murmured making me laugh and earning us a stern
look from the lab assistant.

Meanwhile, across the room,
Violet, Jessica and Lydia all stared with rapt attention at Robert, the lab
assistant, who could really only be described as tall, dark and handsome. He
was attentive to everyone in the class, and always cheerfully answered
questions, so most of the girls in the class had a crush on him; everyone,
except Liz. She treated him as if he were part of the furniture, functional and
necessary, but of little real interest.

"Robby, can you help us
with our slides?" Violet asked in a sticky sweet voice. He sighed as he
walked over to the table and showed her, for the third time, what she was doing
wrong, and was rewarded with a hand on his arm and an overly grateful,
"Thank you so much, Robby!"

Liz mocked the girls under
her breath as she mounted the samples on the slides and put them under the
microscope. When Robert walked by and asked if everything was going all right,
Liz grunted the affirmative without looking up.

"Why are you so mean to
him?" I whispered as I stared at a slice of epidermis I'd mounted on my
slide.

"I'm not mean, I just
don't care," Liz replied. "There's a huge difference."

I watched her closely,
wondering what had happened that had turned her mood from good to sour so quickly,
then shrugged as I turned back to my own slides. We worked in compatible
silence for the next hour and a half, and by the time we were done cleaning up,
Violet and her crew were, again, fawning over Robert.

Liz rolled her eyes
dramatically as she walked past his desk toward the door. I waved and said
thank you as I joined my friend. Liz suggested we get something to eat before
we went to the library to study, and I reminded her that we'd picked up an
extra shift in the ER that night.

"Aw, crap!" she swore
as she kicked a pile of snow in front of the building. "I forgot about
that. Alright, well, I'll meet you at the hospital, then."

"You don't want to come
over and get ready and go together?" I asked.

"Nah, thanks; I have
something I need to do first," she said taking off in the direction of her
apartment before I could say another word.

I watched her moving down the
sidewalk and wondered what she was up to -- and whether I'd have to pull her
out of whatever it was that she was doing.

#

I
met Liz at the door of the ER a few hours
later and smiled as I saw that she was in a good mood. She'd brought a bag full
of fortune cookies and proceeded to pass them around to the ER staff and
nurses. For a while, the department was calm and everyone enjoyed their sweet
treats, but around ten things started picking up as a guy with a gunshot wound
arrived, followed soon after by a stabbing and then a heart attack.

I loved the swift flow of the
ER and the way that everyone played a part in keeping the rhythm going. The
admitting people got the information and checked the past history, while the
nurses took vitals and got a run down of what had happened, then the doctors
moved in and evaluated the injury or illness before turning the patient's care
back over to the nurses. Chicago General's ER was a well-oiled machine and I
loved being a part of it.

Liz, however, did not love
the ER, and she took every opportunity to escape it. I often found her hanging
out in the pharmacy or in ICU. She had made friends with the people who ran the
show there, and seemed to enjoy their company more than she did working the
floor. I worried that if she got caught skipping out on her ER rotation, she'd
fail this portion of her internship and not graduate in June, and I couldn't
imagine not having Liz there on the best day of my life.

"Elizabeth Baker! What
are you doing?" I exclaimed as I came around the corner and found her
laying face down on a gurney outside of the ICU.

"Taking a short
nap," she said in a voice thick with sleep. "I'm tired, Alex. I need
my rest."

"You're working, Liz!
Get up!" I ordered as I pulled at her arm and tried to get her off the
gurney.

"I don't wanna,"
she protested as she turned her body into a dead weight. "I need a short
nap."

"Liz, you're being ridiculous,"
I hissed as I yanked her arm harder, failing to get her up on her feet.
"You need to get up! What if Mrs. Rikka..."

"What if Mrs. Rikka
what?" said a familiar voice just behind my left shoulder.

"Oh, um, Mrs.
Rikka," I stammered as I let go of Liz's arm and turned around to face the
nursing supervisor. She was wearing a mustard color dress with sensible brown
shoes and her glasses hung on a pearl chain around her neck. "Liz is sick.
I think it's the flu."

"Is it really?"
Mrs. Rikka said with a raised eyebrow as she glanced at Liz and then turned her
laser like stare back on me. "I wasn't aware that Miss Baker had been
sick."

"Oh she's been throwing
up all day," I nodded vigorously trying to convey the seriousness of Liz's
condition.

"I see," Mrs. Rikka
said as she stepped closer to the gurney and shook Liz's shoulder. "Miss
Baker, is this true? Are you ill?"

"I’m not sick just
tired,” Liz mumbled into the pillow under her head. "Just need a nap.”
 

"Then perhaps you should
get more sleep. Or maybe you should be checked by a doctor rather than laying
on a gurney in the middle of the hall," Mrs. Rikka said sharply. "Get
up, Miss Baker. I want you to see a doctor. Now."

"Liz, get up," I
whispered into her ear with an urgency that seemed to cut through whatever fog
had taken over my friend's brain. "C'mon, you need to see a doctor."

Liz slowly raised herself up
off of the gurney and let me drape her arm around my shoulder so I could walk
her down to the ER. Mrs. Rikka stared at us both. Her eyes narrowed as she
carefully gave Liz a once over.

"I'm not sure what Miss
Baker is suffering from, but it does not appear to be the flu," she
observed. "Nonetheless, I want her checked out by a doctor, Miss
Pierce."

"Yes, ma'am," I
nodded as I helped Liz up and walked. I walked slowly hoping that Mrs. Rikka
would let us go without further questioning. The sound of the supervisor's
shoes clicking on the floor told me that she was leaving, and I breathed a sigh
of relief as I looked at my friend.

"Liz, what have you been
doing?" I whispered.

"Nothing, I’m just
tired. Get off my back," she mumbled as I kept her moving.

In the ER, Leslie set up a
cot to one side and we maneuvered Liz onto it so that the resident could check
her out. Leslie let me take Liz's vitals and pronounced them normal as she did
a few tests to see how awake and aware she was.