Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (121 page)

He knew exactly where her buttons
were—all of them—and he enjoyed pushing them one at a time, slowly
edging her closer and closer to total exultation while also pushing her closer
to madness.

“I want you,” she moaned.

“Beg for it,” he told her.

“Please, I want you to touch me.
 
I want you inside of me.”

“Tell me more.”

In the darkness of the cabin, she felt
just how much it was just the two of them, and for miles and miles, no one
else.
 
The inside of the cabin was
dark, but some moonlight shone in through a window.
 

They were so close and warm in this tiny
twin bed, their limbs wrapped around one another, the heat from their bodies
mingling.
 
Nicole was sweating, her
entire body slick with need and desire.

Red wanted her badly—she knew that
much.
 
So she told him how much she
wanted him too.
 
“I want your cock
in my mouth and my pussy.
 
I want
you to fill every bit of space inside of me,” she whispered, as his hands
worked up and down her body beneath her t-shirt.

Soon, his fingertips were pressing
lightly on the entrance to her most intimate place, rubbing the sweet wet
juices around and around the outside of her skin, up and down the slit, making
her hips move in time with his hands.

“Tell me how you want me to do it while I
play with you,” he commanded.

Nicole could barely speak at this
point.
 
“Oh god…” she cried.

“Tell me or I’ll stop,” he warned.

His fingers insistently pressed against
her folds.
 
They grew slicker,
wetter than before.
 
She was
dripping more and more as he touched her.

“I want you to go inside of me, just the
head of your dick,” she said.

“Yes, that’s right,” he agreed, and his
fingers slid into her, less than an inch, in and out, in and out
rhythmically—as if acting out her wishes.

“And then you’ll occasionally slide deep,
so far in that I can feel your balls slapping against me.”

When she told him this, he in turn pushed
his fingers all the way into her, and for a brief moment she could have sworn
it really was his shaft going in, penetrating all of her layers.
 

Nicole’s hips bucked involuntarily as she
was wracked with pleasurable sensations.
 
Every nerve and fiber and ridge of her flesh was on fire.

“Oh, Red! Oh, god…”

“Keep talking,” he said in a deep,
controlled voice.

Nicole could feel his dick as hard as it
had ever been, pressing into her still from behind.
 
“I want you to take your clothes off, so
that I can feel our naked bodies against one another,” she said.

“And you’ll be able to feel all of me,
even my dick, right up against your bare flesh,” he reminded her.

“Yes, I want it so much.”

He took his hands off her momentarily,
and she could hear him removing his boxers and shirt.
 
When he came back against her now, all
she felt was skin on skin, and his erection pressing directly into her.
 
With one easy thrust he could slide
right in, she thought, beginning to swivel her hips at him, hoping to entice
him inside.

He allowed her to do so, keeping the head
of his manhood resting against her slit so that her pussy lips would rub
directly against him.
 

And as she moved into him, he controlled
her hips with one hand, not allowing her to climb on top of him as she
desired.
 
Instead, he used his other
hand to rub her swollen clitoris while the head of his cock hovered against
her, rubbing and pushing and prodding but never quite giving her the relief of
entering.

Nicole’s hands gripped Red’s wrists as
she moved against him.

“Okay, climb on top of me, if you can do
it without hurting your ankle,” he said, lying on his back.

It was easy for her to slide onto his
dick now.
 
Her ankle did hurt,
actually, but she didn’t tell him because Nicole didn’t care about the pain
right now.

The pain in her ankle was nothing
compared to the pleasure in her pussy as his rock hard shaft slid inside of
her.

Nicole lowered herself all the way down
onto him, as deep and as far as she could go, resting in the fullness of it
all.
 
Her eyes actually rolled back
into her head, the sensation was so good.

“Oh Nicole,” he rasped.
 
His hands held her breasts momentarily,
and then glided down to her hips, where he helped her to slide up and down on
him.

With each new penetration she was closer
to climaxing.

She looked down at Red, at his dark eyes,
the darkness surrounding him and yet he wasn’t part of the darkness, she
realized.

“You’re so beautiful,” Red told her.

He was on fire, she realized.
 
He was pure white light, and he was an
angel, even if he’d been kept in darkness for so long that he’d thought that
darkness was what he was made of.

She caressed his face as her movements
and breathing came faster and faster and faster.

Soon they were coming together, both at
once, and she was looking at her man and seeing him for who he truly was and
she knew he was good and strong and burning brightly for her alone.

***

Nicole knew she had to tell Red about
Kane Wright before any more time went by.

They’d been up for a few hours already,
and her ankle was much better.
 
Still, Red insisted on her elevating her ankle again, icing it—the
whole nine yards.

He’d gone out to the store and come back
with more food, some cheap wine, and magazines for her.

While he was gone she’d decided she would
tell him as soon as he returned.

As Red entered the door with his bags of
supplies, she blurted it out like she’d been stricken with a sudden case of
Tourette’s.
 
“Kane Wright is trying
to blackmail us,” she said.

He stopped in the middle of the cabin and
looked at her.
 
“Huh?”

Nicole took a breath.
 
“I’m sorry to spring it on you out of
nowhere.
 
But Kane Wright told me he
has information, documents, evidence that he could release to the media and it
would show you in a very negative light.”

“That’s absurd.
 
And your believe him?” he asked, shaking
his head and bringing the bags to the cabinet and placing them on the floor.

“I don’t know what to believe, but yes,
he was convincing.”

“Well, he’s full of shit.”

“So you never hired undocumented
workers?”

Red spun around and faced her.
 
“Is that what he told you?”

“He didn’t get very specific and I didn’t
want him to.
 
It’s none of my
business who you hired to work at Jameson International.”

His jaw tightened.
 
“But you somehow made it your business,
didn’t you?”

“Kane Wright forced me to.”

“He can’t force you to do anything you
don’t want to, Nicole.”
 
Red shook
his head once more.
 
“I feel like
this is déjà vu all over again.”

“I was scared for you, Red.
 
How do I know what’s true or not?
 
You weren’t around for me to talk to.”

Some of the anger drained from his face
as he considered her words.
 
“I
know.
 
I know, and I suppose I’m
really just mad at myself for putting you in the position where Kane Wright
could take advantage.”

“There’s more,” she said.

“Of course.
 
There’s always more.”
 
He laughed, but it sounded like a bark.

“Come here, sit next to me,” she said,
patting the couch.

“I’ve got to put this food away.”

“Red, don’t do this.
 
Don’t withdraw because you’re upset.”

She could see the conflicting emotions on
his face.
 
His difficulty in
trusting anyone was coming to the surface once again.

“I’m not withdrawing, Nicole.
 
I’m just putting the food away,” he
said.
 
And then he went to the bags
and began unpacking them and putting things into the cabinet and the
refrigerator.

After a minute or two, he walked back to
her carrying a few magazines.
 
His
eyes were softer.
 
“I’m sorry,” he
said.
 
“I’m listening.”
 
And he gave her the magazines, which she
put to the side for now.

“Come sit,” she told him.
 

Sighing heavily, he sat down on the edge
of the couch.
 
His head was sagging
as if he were a whipped dog.
 
“So,
tell me everything.”

“I’m going to just warn you that this is
probably going to piss you off…”

“Please, don’t torture me anymore, Nicole.
 
What happened?”

“Promise me you’ll listen to the whole
story before you make assumptions.”

“I’ll do my best.
 
I can’t promise anything.”
 
His hands were clenching and unclenching
on his lap.

“Okay.”
 
She took a breath.
 
“Kane threatened me that if I didn’t do
as he asked, he would leak all this terrible stuff about you to the media. We
were in his club and—“

“You went to one of Kane Wright’s
clubs?
 
Which one?”

“Venture, I think it was called.”

“Right.”
 
Red’s teeth were practically grinding in
his jaw.

“He wouldn’t tell me much, Red—just
that if I didn’t meet him there he’d destroy you completely.”

Red barked another humorless laugh.
 
“I’m going to destroy his face next time
I see him.
 
I’m dead fucking
serious.”

“Please calm down.”

“I’m doing my best Nicole, but this story
of yours is really starting to make me crazy.”

“Nothing happened.
 
I’m fine.
 
I’m here with you now.”

He glanced at her, his jaw
twitching.
 
“Keep going.”

“I went to the club and he had some
creepy people around.
 
He’s
definitely into something illegal like drugs or…I don’t even know what.”

“I’m sure he is.
 
The guy is a piece of garbage.”

“But he was fairly polite to me, aside
from threatening to destroy the reputation of the man I love, that is.”

“Oh, yeah.
 
He’s very polite.”

“Anyway,” she continued, grabbing his
hand in hers, “he told me that he was interested in getting to know me better.”

Red’s face positively turned purple.
 
“Please tell me he didn’t say that
Nicole.”

“And he invited me with him on a trip to
the Cayman Islands.”

Red stood up now, his hands clenched into
fists.
 
“That’s it, I’m going back
to the city.
 
Right now.
 
Where’re my fucking car keys?”

“Red, stop.”

He looked at her and his eyes were full
of fury.
 
“This man—this man
who destroyed my company and practically stole my sanity in the
process—tried to make a move on my pregnant wife.
 
And you want me to just sit here and
listen?
 
I can’t do that, Nicole.
 
I’m going to wring that asshole’s
neck.”
 
He walked toward the
kitchen.
 
“Now where did I put my
goddamn keys?”

“This makes me not want to tell you
anything,” she called after him.
 
“Every time I tell you something like this, you freak out and then we
end up apart again.”

He put his head in his hands.
 
“I can’t take it, though.
 
I need to do something.”

“You need to grow up.”

He took a few deep breaths and
straightened, nodding with resignation.
 
“Okay.
 
Okay.
 
You’re right.
 
I just…I’m not very good with this sort
of thing.”

“I’m well aware.
 
Now come over here and sit.”

He came back and sat once more.
 
They held hands and he met her
gaze.