Heart of Money (Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Thriller) (8 page)

He placed a finger below my chin and propped my head up slightly to meet his gaze. My eyes shifted into his, and then our lips touched. A warm swell of heat made its way through my body and I reached down to his crotch. As I unzipped his pants I felt his breathing grow heavier as his lips pressed more and more against my own. My fingers wrapped around his cock which was already hard and long, and I began stroking him slowly up and down, teasing his balls occasionally with my pinky and feeling his body quiver with lust. He grunted dominantly and then took control, just the way I liked it with him.

His body slid gracefully over mine as he paid no attention to his injured shoulder, and he held me down with his right hand after pulling my shirt and pants clear off and mounting me. He kissed me one last time before gliding his tongue down my chest and stopping at my breasts. I felt his lips wrap around my nipples and begin to suck as his tongue swirled around the outskirts of them, but the tender sensation only lasted for a mere second before he slid his tongue further down until it reached my crotch.

I shuddered with anticipation before he even slid the tongue across my bare pussy. My hands dug into his hair and I shoved him forward without any grace as his mouth collided firmly with my wet lips. He tongued my pussy hungrily and sucked on my clit before teasing me with the tip of a finger. I let out a shrill moan as the finger slid inside of me, his tongue still working happily on my clit as his lips clamped down on it as well. The finger went in and out, and then he added a second finger. I felt myself spreading open as his tongue nibbled gently on my clit; both fingers fucking me at a rapid pace, and then he pulled away and quickly slid a condom on his throbbing cock before he mounted me and thrust himself deep inside my walls.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, barely feeling the words escape my throat, “That feels… So good, oh
yes
, that’s it… Just like… Just like that.” I stammered.

“You like this?” He muttered.

“Oh yeah baby, it feels incredible.” My voice was weak and shaky and I could barely stay still. My body twitched and convulsed with pleasure as I took his cock thankfully, savoring the immense thickness and length of it as it stretched my wet pussy wide apart. In and out it went, slowly at first, sensually and passionately, but Brad’s pace soon quickened and turned into an aggressive roughhouse style of fucking.

He pummeled me with his cock, smashing it into my pussy so hard that I felt my back jam against the back of the couch. I groaned loudly and it echoed throughout the living room, and my pussy made wet sloshing noises from being so wet. My body tingled and an orgasmic shiver went through me before a major climax hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck
yes.” I howled into the air as Brad slammed himself into me.

His pace quickened further, and sweat beads formed over top of his chiseled Olympian physique. The muscles in his chest twitched around as he pounded me with his huge cock and I reached back and squeezed his muscular back, gripping onto it and damn near digging my nails into it before he let out a quiet yelp of pain.

“Sorry, babe.” I laughed, and he continued.

My muscles relaxed a few minutes after climaxing, and I felt so sore down below as Brad continued to thrust inside of me, but I could already feel myself getting even more wet and I was still as horny as ever. He looked so gorgeous, and I felt so lucky at that very moment. I closed my eyes, gulped, and took a deep breath. I looked up at Brad’s face and he was staring at me and sweating heavily. Then, all at once, he let out a primal sounding groan and released his arm’s grip from me.

“Oh…” He rasped, and expelled his manhood into the rubber. As he pulled slowly out of me, I thought of how he’d gone in me before. I was on birth control and I no longer saw a point to him using protection… In fact I wished he’d given me his cum at that moment by going inside of me. Something about it turned me on greatly.

Brad strutted off to the bathroom and turned to wink at me. I winked back and smiled. I lay there for a minute and the feeling of pleasure passed, and reality set back in. What was going to happen next? Surely the police would catch Daniel at any moment, but as the minutes and hours passed it was looking less and less likely. I just hoped, for our sake, that he would be caught soon. The first trip out earlier to try and catch him had backfired and could’ve been deadly to all three of us. I hoped the next encounter, if there was one, was more successful. I dwelled on it and realized that I didn’t know if I was up for it. I almost wanted to go back home, and if Brad wouldn’t go with me… Then…. Then I’d go alone. But then I saw him in the kitchen making us something to eat and my heart warmed again.

There was no way I could leave him, and truthfully there was no way I’d ever want to.

There was a knock at the door about twenty minutes later. Brad was sitting by my side luckily, because otherwise I’d have probably shrieked. I jumped up a bit in my sit and then slightly felt my body relax. If it were Daniel he certainly wouldn’t knock on the door, I was certain of that. We’d just finished lunch and Brad tossed the paper plates into the trashcan before walking to the door. He looked back at me as he reached it with a blank expression, and then opened it. I didn’t think he was nervous at first, but when he released it I noticed his body shrunk down slightly as if he’d been very tense before. I heard the voice and immediately knew who it was.

“Mr. Stone.” Detective Richards stepped inside and glanced curiously around the house, almost as if he was looking for something. He looked like he hadn’t slept, and he was still wearing the same outfit he’d been wearing when he spoke to us in the hospital. He strolled casually around the living room as if he owned the place, and didn’t say anything else for a few minutes.

“How can I help you?” Brad remained by the door with one hand still on the knob.

“There was an incident today, Mr. Stone. A car was recovered from a ditch in the side of the road, a limousine to be precise. A limousine with a plate that matches a driver who drives
you
, Mr. Stone.” Each time he said Mr. Stone he stretched it out as dramatically as a Broadway actor.

“Is that so?” Brad tried to sound as if this was news to him.

“It is indeed, Mr. Stone. My question is, why did this happen?”

“I assume that’s what you’re supposed to find out. I’m not a detective myself, sir.”

“Ah, yes. But am I to assume that you’re in the dark about this? I’m guessing it happened around the time you were released, correct? I checked your phone history and you called your driver. When your driver’s not driving you, he doesn’t drive anyone else. He works solely for you, correct?”

“Correct.”

“When he’s not driving for you, he keeps his limousine stored
inside
his garage. I’ve driven by the man – Franklin’s – house, Mr. Stone. The garage was intact. Then I knocked on his door. He wasn’t home. Then I found out he was in the hospital with a mild concussion and a split lip. It seems that someone told him to tell a story to us about what happened that isn’t really what happened, because the story sounds made up and ol’ Franklin ain’t much of a good actor. To be blunt, he’s a bad liar. Real bad, Mr. Stone.” Richards’ face twisted into a satisfied grin. Brad had begun to sweat slightly, but he still had an aura of confidence surrounding him. His jaw clenched and he nodded his head slowly, and then furrowed his brow.

“Hmm. I can’t quite wrap my head around everything you’re saying to me. Are you insinuating that I’m somehow involved?” He stepped away from the door and pulled up a stool from the kitchen bar.

Richards laughed and then shook his head, “Oh, you’re a funny one. No, I wouldn’t go that far.” But he stared menacingly at Brad like he
would
absolutely go that far, and already had. I knew for one that he was most definitely insinuating Brad’s involvement.

Brad furrowed his brow once again, doing his best to look befuddled, “This is just so strange. And Franklin, you said he’s in the hospital? Is he alright?”

“He’s fine. He’s a strong old man, and the concussion is hardly even a concussion. He’ll be out tomorrow after they do some preventative tests to make sure everything’s a-ok.”

“If I had to be a detective, sir, I’d say this: It sounds to me like someone stole Franklin’s limousine after he picked me up. That’s all there is to it, in my books. At least, that’s all I can think of right now as far as possible scenarios go.”

“Interesting. How long did it take you to think of that?” Richards’ face hardened, “That’s elementary assumption, son. That conclusion would take an officer two seconds to arrive at, and I’ll tell you one damn thing – it sure as hell isn’t the right conclusion. No, pretty boy… I know what happened. I know what you’re doing because you think if you get
caught
…” He let a dramatic pause fill the room, “You won’t get in trouble because you’ve got money. You think you can buy yourself out of any charges like
obstructing justice
. Think again, punk. I’ve solved so many cases in this place that I’m practically
god
. Got me? Got it? You understand what I’m saying
Stone
?” His face was red and dripping sweat. He’d crouched down to get to eye level with Brad and then he quickly sighed and stood up before straightening his collar and wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

Brad sat calmly in the stool, his good arm propped up on the counter. His hand lightly rubbed against his chin. Then he said, “Now that
there
is quite an interesting assumption. Think what you will, Detective Richards, but I’m not much of an action hero. I didn’t go try to find that scumbag Daniel today, and as of right now I don’t have any plans to. But I have to give it to you… You’re making it sound fairly exciting. You’re maybe even spiking my interest in the matter. If I’m as clever as you say, then maybe I’ve got a good shot at catching him, since the police force appears to be rather… Inept.” He drew out his last word and then let out a brief chuckle, and then he stood and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it, and then poured himself a glass. Innocently, he looked up with bashful, beautiful blue eyes, “Anyone like a glass?” His voice was calm and nonchalant.

“No, Mr. Stone. I don’t drink on the job. In fact, I don’t drink much at all these days. I guess you could say I’ve retired from the sauce. Now, you have a nice evening, and don’t go getting into any mischief, and if you
do
… Believe me, I’ll catch you, and it won’t matter how much you want to blame me for planting an idea in your head, because you and I both know that’s a load of
horseshit
!” At that point he was already to the door, and he swung it open before giving me a look for the first time since he’d been there, and then he walked out and slammed the screen door behind him. Even on the couch, I could hear him muttering angrily to himself as he walked to his car. The car door slammed and then the engine revved up and I heard burning rubber, and then there was silence again, save for the low and barely audible noise from the TV.

I looked over at Brad and smiled with wide eyes. He returned the look and let out a big hearty laugh.

“He’s onto us,” My expression turned sullen, “What if we get into trouble?”

“Fuck ‘im.” Brad chuckled and sipped the glass. He walked into the living room and took another drink before peeking out the front curtains, “Yep, he’s gone. He knows he can’t do a damn thing. And if they do catch me, so what? What are they going to do? I know I got a little wild saying I was going to kill the guy to you, but I was raging at the time. I’m just going to hurt him really bad, and then I’ll turn him in.”

“And they should pay you a reward for that,” I laughed, “Because you certainly need the money.”

“Yeah,” His voice trailed off as he continued to stare into the distance out front, “We both know I’m doing it for revenge.”

“I know.”

He turned suddenly, eyes narrowed and determined, “Listen, I want you to stay here this time. I’m going somewhere the cops may not think to look. His own house.”

“Down the beach?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a few, if he’s not there. If he is, then it’ll take a while longer because I’ll have to call the cops.”

“The cops would already be there, wouldn’t they? They’d be waiting.”

“When that kid dropped us off earlier I didn’t see a patrol car. Did
you
?”

I thought for a moment and realized that Brad was right, “No… No, I didn’t.”

“They don’t think that way. They think ‘why would he be stupid enough to come home?’ So they set up a patrol probably overnight and I bet they left early this morning, figuring the guy was on the run. Which he very well may be by now. But I figure it won’t hurt to check. I’m kind of running out of options here, the old house of his ex-wife didn’t work out as well as I’d planned and I have no fucking clue where else he’d be.” He laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay. I’ll try to make some dinner while you’re gone. Since we just ate I’ll roast something that’ll be ready in a few hours. Does that sound good?”

He walked over and craned his neck to kiss me. His fingers ran through my hair as he rose, and then he bent back down and kissed me again, “You don’t have to do anything. Why don’t you just relax here and watch TV, or go upstairs to my library to find a good book. I’ve got hundreds. Or hell, take a bubble bath in my Jacuzzi, babe.”

“Sounds swell. I’ll probably just lounge around here and watch some TV. Hey, let me go with you on second thought. It’s kind of sinking in now that this guy blasted you with a rifle which he still has… If he gets a chance he’ll do it again, especially if you bust into his house and try to catch him. Do you think he wants to get caught?” But in the back of my mind I was certain that Brad would be back shortly. Why would Daniel even be at the house? It was a stupid idea in my opinion, but I agreed with him that it wouldn’t hurt to look. So deep down, I wasn’t very worried about his safety.

“No honey. Like I said, I doubt he’ll even be there. And after today, I don’t want to risk having you around when I’m hunting for him. If he’d have seen you he could’ve aimed square between your forehead. It was stupid of me to bring you there earlier; reckless.”

“Okay.” Was all I said. He kissed me one last time and then walked out the front door. I stood and walked to it, then locked the deadbolt. Suddenly I felt paranoid, as if I was being watched. After a few minutes of walking around the house and double checking all the doors and windows, I sat down and rolled my eyes at my own thoughts.
What are you thinking
? I even laughed a little at how silly I was being. I turned up the TV and found myself engrossed by some nature documentary, then started to drift off.

I was startled awake by a tap at my shoulder. How long had I been out? It felt like only minutes, and I was glad that Brad was already back. The Daniel guy must’ve been out of town by now, or holed up someplace in town.

Except it wasn’t Brad who was tapping me on the shoulders. I turned quickly as I noticed that the fingers pressed against my shoulder were filthy with dirt, and saw the shiny sweat soaked face of Daniel staring at me wide eyed from above. He had his rifle propped back casually against his shoulder and he looked very nonchalant, save for his eyes. Those were the eyes of a madman.

“Hello again. I don’t remember your name, but I’ll be sitting here with you until Brad comes back. I’ve been in the basement the entire time.” He looked at me calmly, and then strode toward the chair across from where I sat on the couch. I could’ve run, and I don’t think he would have even tried to stop me, but I was frozen in place and didn’t want to try anything stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid
… My mind began to race as he sat calmly on the chair and held the rifle in his lap.

“Don’t worry,” He said, “I’ve no interest in hurting anyone with Brad. But I have to keep you sitting there until he gets back. I can’t chance you running down to my beach house to warn him I’m here, can I?”

I said nothing, just stared at him.

“Okay then. I like quiet. Can’t wait for good ol’
Brad
to get back though, because I like fireworks too. And they’re going to come out of the tip of my rifle when he walks through the front door.” He threw his head back and let out a deep gurgling echo of a laugh. I watched him blank faced, mouth hung open, eyes wide.

I didn’t know what to do.