Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (15 page)

“Well, that was good.” Ethan ripped the binds before collapsing onto the bed next to Jasmine. “I think I’m done for the next three days.”

“Lies,” she said sleepily. “You’ll be fucking me again tomorrow. Or at least my mouth.”

“I thought about coming in your throat earlier, but I decided to save it all for the grand finale.”

“Thank goodness you did. Heaven forbid my pussy not get stuffed with cum.”

Ethan chuckled. “That would be a tragedy, indeed.”

Jasmine closed her eyes and rolled against her boyfriend. Just as she was about to doze off, however, she heard that haunting howl and groaned. “I get it now,” Jasmine mumbled. “Oh, Lord, tomorrow is going to be awkward.”

She received a pat on the shoulder. “At least the focus will be off us.”

“Seems like the last thing you want.”

“Maybe. We’ll be mushroom picking anyway.”

Jasmine groaned again.

***

She stepped out of the shower an hour later, cleaned, refreshed, and ready to go to bed. After yawning heartily, Jasmine finished wrapping a silk robe around her body and put her hair up in a tight, wet knot. She eventually needed to blow-dry her hair, but first she wanted to find Ethan and give him a kiss.

She found him, all right. In their room, wearing pajama bottoms but not much else. He swiped through screens on his tablet, muttering beneath his breath.

“Why did I listen to him? I actually needed work done this weekend…”

Jasmine wrapped her arms around him from behind, his strong scent overcoming her senses that were previously commanded by shampoo and body wash.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nadia said she would finish these charts for me tonight, but I see they haven’t been done. Or at least there are no new updates to my cloud.”

Jasmine backed off and looked at the blank tablet. “You told her to take the night off.”

“Not quite. I told her something else could wait until tomorrow.”

“You’re overworking her.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Not this weekend I’m not…”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. I shouldn’t say anything more.”

“Well if you need her to do it
that
badly…” Jasmine snatched the tablet from his hand and walked toward the bedroom door. “I’ll talk to her. Assuming she’s not in bed yet.”

Jasmine opened the door and stepped into the empty hall.

“Wait!”

Too late. Jasmine was two doors down across the hall, where Nadia was staying in another guest room. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

“Ho God!”

Jasmine stopped with a start in the lit doorway. There, in the guest bed, was not one person, but
two.

“What are you doing?” Nadia hissed from beneath the covers. Beside her, Eva got over her embarrassment and curled her hands behind her head. She was naked. They were
both
naked. “Get outta here!”

Nadia picked up a small book and flung it at Jasmine, who leaped back into the hall and slammed the door shut behind her.

Ethan stood in their guest room doorway, looking smug as fuck.

“Told you.”

Jasmine stole into their room and nearly threw herself beneath the covers. “What the hell, Ethan! You knew and didn’t tell me?”

He joined her on the bed. “You didn’t give me time. Someone was determined. As usual.”

“Was that the…”

“I figured it was Nadia making those sounds a while ago. Remember the Fourth of July picnic where she got smashed and told us that she moans like a ghost when she’s having sex?”

“No!” Jasmine was a bit smashed too.

“Oh. Well.”

“But I thought she didn’t care for Eva…” The woman was at Ethan’s office once in a while, and used such opportunities to flirt. Although Nadia said she found Eva attractive yet intimidating, Jasmine didn’t expect anything to happen if Nadia hadn’t accepted a date after months. “I’m confused.”

“I was talking to Henry earlier, and he said he brought his sister on this trip because she’s suffering from a lot of stress. I brought up that her and my secretary kinda go back. He and I may or may not have fanned some flames… I thought Nadia would get her work done first…”

“I can’t believe it. My boyfriend, the lesbian matchmaker.” Jasmine jumped off the bed and went to the vanity to comb out her hair. After it fell from her twist, she continued, “Surprised you didn’t try to get front row seats.”

Ethan shrugged. “I was a bit preoccupied. With you.”

“Matchmaking me with your dick.”

“Yes.”

Snarls and tangles pulled at Jasmine’s scalp as she ferociously combed. “Is there anyone in this house who wasn’t fucking like an animal tonight?”

“Out of everyone who came here tonight?” Ethan grinned. “No. Thank God.”

Chapter 10

Gwen

A woman who was not used to having one of her homes invaded was also a woman who had no choice but to sit in the front hall while her boyfriend tried to smooth things over with three sets of irate guests.

What an idiot.
She didn’t doubt that James planned this whole thing. He liked shaking things up with his groups of friends, just to see what would happen.

Apparently, he was not disappointed with this weekend’s results.

“James, you son of a…” Ian put a firm, warning hand on James’s shoulder. Every guest milled around the front hall, waiting for cars to pick them up. Or, in Ian’s case, waiting to give James a piece of his mind before getting in his own car and driving off with his girlfriend. “You told us we would have the house to ourselves this weekend. Do you know how hard it is to have a romantic getaway when there are other guests up your ass?”

“What? Really?” The way James waggled his eyebrows made Gwen lower hers.
I love him, but he can be a pain in the ass when he’s like this.
Every Christmas he found someone new to play a holiday prank on. Gwen was glad her turn for such things was over. “Don’t suppose y’all were
literally
up each other’s asses, because that could be…”

“You idiot!”

“I’m serious…” Gwen turned her head, not surprised to find Kathryn Alison and Eva Warren standing near her, talking quietly – but not quietly enough. Kathryn continued, “I haven’t been able to walk since Friday night. I spent the whole day in bed yesterday, and my everything is
still
sore…”

“I don’t wanna hear about your fucked pussy,” Eva muttered back. “Think about me. I finally got that hottie in bed, and now she won’t talk to me. Says we had some fun but now she’s going home. Fuck my life. Thought I could at least take her on a proper date…”

“Oh, excuse me regarding your Sapphic plight, but you’re not God’s gift to
every
woman.” Kathryn winced as she turned and shuffled toward the coat rack, grabbing a scarf she almost forgot. “And here I thought I had missed my boyfriend that much.”

“James,” Ian hissed, poking his good friend in the chest. “After this weekend I feel like I need a pack of frozen peas on my balls. I don’t know whether to thank you or kill you.”

Gwen sighed, turning her attention to Jasmine and Nadia standing on the other side of the entrance hall.

“Once again, I’m sorry about walking in on you like that…” Jasmine’s face was almost as red as her winter coat.
She looks like a young and pretty Mrs. Claus.
That made Gwen smile. “I had
no
idea!”

“Don’t know how.” Nadia looked away, her own blush taking over her fair complexion. “She went down on me for
forty-five
minutes, Jasmine! I felt like I was dying!”

“To be fair, you sounded like it too.”

That was Monica, walking by with her Dom hot on her heels. Henry snatched their coats off the wall and helped his fiancée put hers on. Monica fluffed out her hair and slithered into her heavy vintage fur coat. Nadia looked at the both of them, horrified.

“You heard me?”

“Everyone heard you, Miss.” Henry tried to smile kindly as he plucked his hat off the wall and put it on his head. “You weren’t as loud as Miss Bliss was all night… nor were you as passionate as Ms. Alison… but, uh…”

“That’s enough, Henry.” Monica spared both Jasmine and Nadia a friendly smirk. “Let’s not shift the blame for all the noise on one person. We were all a bit… excited.”

Gwen uncrossed her legs and shook her head
What, did they have an orgy in my house?
It wasn’t her house in name, nor did she spend most of her time in the Winter Villa, but she had been with James for over five years and thus felt like she could say
my house.
Especially when it came to unruly guests.

“Let’s be honest,” Henry muttered, as he and Monica moved to the front door. “Ms. Bliss was the loudest of us all.”

“Shush.” Monica buttoned up his coat for him and patted his freshly shaven cheeks. Since she was a good foot shorter than her fiancé, it looked almost comical to watch her stand on her tip toes and show him affection like that. “Some women scream, Henry.”

He opened the door, where their driver waited for them on the other side. The man nodded, entered the front hall, and picked up the heavy bags both man and woman brought with them.

“Perhaps you should scream more often, my dear. Could be good for us.”

“For
us,
he says.”

They stepped out, Henry calling for his sister behind him.

“Fuck,” Eva mumbled, quitting her conversation with Kathryn. “Guess that means I’m not getting her number after all. See you later.”

With the Warrens gone, that only left Ethan and Ian’s parties, both of whom were creating a stink with James. Except for Kathryn, who sat next to Gwen on her bench and commented on the lovely house.

“Thanks,” Gwen said curtly. “I’m sorry about the mix-up. I knew James said he was letting people over while we were gone, but I had no idea that it would be all at
once.”

“No worries. We found a way to make it work.”

“What? Orgy or swinging? Tell me all about fucking Henry Warren.”

“Excuse me. What makes you think it would be
him?
”

Gwen held up a finger as she began counting off dicks and pussies. “Because Monica Graham likes the familiar, so she would only go to bed with Ethan Cole, her ex-boyfriend whom she’s still good buddies with. That means his sweetie Jasmine would be fucking your boyfriend Ian while you get Warren’s cock. So? How was it? We’ve both seen it, girl. We also know he knows how to use it.”

Kathryn twisted her nose. Gwen assumed it had to do with images of sleeping with Dom Henry Warren, but alas, Kathryn spat, “Ian and
her?
If she screamed that much from a few thrusts from Cole, then she would’ve lost her voice forever getting it the way Ian gave it to me.”

“So I hear. Word on the grapevine is that you were moaning nonstop for a half hour.”

“You really wanna know? I can’t walk.”

“I heard that too. Congratulations.”

Ian, flummoxed with James’s half-assed explanation, picked up his suitcase and came to collect his girlfriend. “Let’s get out of here, Katie. It’s a long drive and I want to get started.” He finally acknowledged Gwen. “Good morning, Gwen. Sorry your boyfriend is such an asshole.”

Gwen waved a hand at him. “You get used to it.”

“Uh huh. C’mon, Kathryn.”

Huffing, she pushed herself off the bench and followed him to the front door. “Don’t order me around like your sub. You’re being a dick, Ian.”

He swung the door open, forgetting to put on his jacket as he stepped out into the frozen air. “All the better to fuck you with,
Kathryn.
”

“Don’t remind me.”

The door closed again.

“Well, I for one had a pleasant weekend,” all smiles, Ethan Cole shook James’s hand and took a coat from Jasmine’s. “Don’t know if you know this, but you have fantastic mycological specimens around here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” James smiled back.
The man is a genius until it comes to flora and fauna.
Gwen knew that the first thing her boyfriend would ask her later would be, “What’s mycology?”
Mushrooms, dear.

Jasmine cleared her throat. “Yes, it was…” She hiccupped, clearing her throat again. Her voice was so weak that Gwen wondered if she needed a lozenge. “Nice. Thanks for having us.”

Nadia brought up the rear, studying something on a tablet. The maid Bernadette slipped something into her hand.

“From Ms. Warren,” Bernadette said. Gwen laughed.

As Ethan Cole and company departed, Gwen stood up from her seat and approached her boyfriend, who smiled like the idiot he was.

“Oh, sounds like everyone had a delightful weekend.” He wrapped his arm around Gwen’s shoulders and kissed her cheek.
Nice touch.
“I’ve been told that there was much merrymaking. Also, our butler is quitting.”