Juice: An Alpha Male Billionaire Romance - Part 4 (Juice: The Series)

Juice

A Billionaire
Romance

Part Four

Copyright © Juice
2015

By Victoria Starke

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This book
is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products
of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be
construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, or
organizations is entirely coincidental.

This book
contains sexual situations and explicit language and is not suitable for readers
under 18.

Bronwyn

I drift in and out of consciousness, my eyes relaxed behind
dark sunglasses, and floating in the water with Everett for what feels to be an
eternity. The distant sounds of boats passing on the lake and twittering of
birds hum and soothe my body. I cup water from the pool onto spill it onto my
chest and watch it stream off and back into the pool. I look down at my toes
which are tingling from the relaxation. I smile as I wiggle the in the water.

I feel a presence next to me. I look over and he’s wearing a
devilish grin.

Uh oh.

In one motion, he capsizes my peaceful home, a simple blow
up raft, and tosses me into the pool. So much for my moment of Zen.

“You ass!” I exclaim, jumping back up for air and splashing
him in his stupid face and looking around for my sunglasses which are now
sinking to the bottom.

He dives under the water and tackles me, pushing me under.
He holds me a moment in a brief staring contest while holding our breath under
the water until we surface again and gulp the air.

He’s still holding me. His hands grip my upper arms with
strength and calm. The crystal chlorinated water drip off our faces as he stare
into each other’s eyes as the midday sun glare ripples off little waves. I have
to have him.

His hands slide under the water along my back and to my butt
and gripping firmly.

“I’m so glad you came,” he says while pulling closer to me.
I feel my nipples tense under my wet bathing suit in the cool air. His face
comes closer and kisses me with his full lips and strong tongue. I feel his
stubbled chin against my cheek as he kisses down my face to my neck, sucking
and nibbling along my skin. I lean my head and catch the blinding Mediterranean
sun.

“I have to have you,” he says, echoing the thoughts bouncing
in my brain. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls me up and out of the pool,
walking up the stairs with me.

Out of the water, I get a twinge self-conscious, “I can
walk, I’m kind of heavy,” I say.

“You’re a twig,” he says, now walking with me on the pool
deck. I feel like one in his arms. We kiss deeply as I cling to his hips and
wet the concrete all around the pool. He lays me down on a warm and dry pool
bed under the pergola.

“I need you. Right here,” he says with intensity.

“Here? The neighbors-” I say and crane my head side to side.
The lakefront property has privacy hedges fifteen feet high.

“Nonsense,” he says. “They’re never here, and even if they
were, they should be so lucky to see you,” he says, squeezing my breasts and
pulling my bikini top to the side. My wet nipples are erect, responding to his
words and the cool air.

“Oh, Everett,” I moan as he nibbles and kisses all around my
exposed chest. I reflexively trace my hand between my legs and feel the cool
pool water has given way to my warm wetness. I rub myself in circles over the
fabric.

His hand cups mine and begins to circle over my entrance. I
find a loose string on his trunks and slowly pull it until I feel the knot come
loose. He’s hard and straining until the cool, wet fabric. I pull him by the
waistband close to me. I need to feel him. I need him inside me.

He pushes my hand away and pins me to the chair with his
other hand. I love his control over my body.

“What do want?”

“I want you”

“Do you?”

“Yes,” I exclaim, louder than I’d intended. “More than
anyone in my life.”

He makes an aggressive grunt and pulls my bikini bottoms to
the side.

“I’m going to fuck you, right now,” he says, holding the
back of my head.

My brain is shocked by how aggressive he’s becoming in the
past few minutes. But I’m more turned on than ever. I feel like we’re back at
his apartment, the very first time. We were animals then.

“I want it,” I say and close my eyes. I am his in every way.

“What do you want?” he asks angrily.

“I want you to fuck me. Hard.” I say and loop my hands
behind my head, helpless.

His suit is only part down, but his thick manhood is fully
outside and rubbing over my lower belly. I squirm, trying to get him inside me.

“Be still,” he commands, “and stay there quietly with your legs
spread.”

My skin is drying and flushed from the heat within me. His
cock continues rubbing lower and lower on my lower belly until finding my warm
folds where he’s eagerly been awaited. He kisses my lips again before sliding
inside me completely. Again I feel an abrupt jolting pain as he reaches my
limit reminding me of his immense size. My legs are spread wide and accepting
all of him.

He thrusts into me, over and over, faster and faster. He
even seems to be getting bigger and harder. I’m gushing wet and confident I can
handle him. I just worry about pleasing him.

I ask him, “Is it good?” and he doesn’t respond. I’m not
sure if he heard, his head is down.

I’m about to ask again when he says, “Come. Come for me,
Bronwyn. I need it,” I love that my orgasm turns him on so much. In fact, it
feel necessary. I also love how he says my name while his cock is inside me.

I’m never too far from orgasm any time I’m near Everett so
it doesn’t take long. Everett continues pushing inside me in and out, in and
out, and I rub my clit a moment before losing control.

“I’m coming, Ev...” My body and brain are melting into one
as I lean my head back and close my eyes against the sun and my impending
orgasm.

“Come for me. Tell me.”

“I’m coming for you.”

“Again.”

“I’m coming for you, Everett!” I shout out and clench my
muscles. A tense spasm shoots through me and grip hard on his cock. He never
lets up and only fucks me harder and harder as I achieve orgasm.

“Again. Come for me again,” he says and begins rubbing my
clit and fucking me harder.” I’m sensitive, but ready for more. I watch his
body work like a machine with his wide pectorals and shoulders holding his
muscular frame over me while he pounds me on the chair. I orgasm again, easily.
A smile spreads across my face, knowing I’m pleasing him.

“I want you to come. Inside me.” I can’t explain why, but I
want it. I’ve always insisted on protection every time in previous
relationships, but for some reason I feel emotionally as one with Everett now.
He pumps harder and harder into me. He’s leveraged against my thighs, lifting
my butt off the seat and pushed as deep inside as can go.

He grits his teeth and seethes, “Take it,” as he comes deep
inside me. He twitches and then relaxes. I open my eyes to see we’re face to
face. “You’re mine now,” he says and kisses me. He quickly stands and slides
the glass door to walk inside the house. He’s gone.

I’m left satisfied and happy but already missing him as he
leaves. We’re growing closer in some ways, but I feel we’re approaching a wall.
I grab a towel to cover myself and watch the boats crawl across the lake in the
distance.

* * *

“I look like hell,” I mutter, looking over my shoulder into
the bedroom mirror.

I’ve been adjusting, pulling, and prodding at this tight dress
for the past hour and I still look like a cow. It just won’t sit right. Belt,
no belt. Stockings on, stockings off.

“What’re you wearing tonight?” I call to Piper in the next
room.

“What?” she says. I walk over. She’s been drying her hair
the past half hour and the air is thick with the potpourri of crispy hair. I
ask again.

“I dunno, a nice dress? I don’t know what to wear to a business
meeting in a lounge,” she says, looking back to her mirror, irritated.

Everett has called us to
Cream
, a high-end restaurant
and lounge to discuss business. Piper has been cold in the two weeks since I
returned from my trip. She can tell I’m holding back information from her.

The truth is, I don’t know what to tell her other than that
I’m in love with the man. As far as our business is concerned, I wants some
answers too. Between our jaunt overseas and Dunbar work, work at
Namaste
has been in stall-mode. I’m feeling this meeting will get us all some clarity.

“You look nice,” she says. I’m back to fidgeting with my
dress.

“Thanks. I don’t know what I have to do to get rid of this
muffin-top,” I say, readjusting my belt again.

“Whatever,” Piper replies, “I’d trade in my height for your ass,
any day.”

“Same.”

“Besides, I don’t think you have to do anything, you’re
getting plenty of attention,” she says with a lilt in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m his favorite delivery girl, I guess,” I say.
“Anyway, this could be our big break tonight. An investor! Can you imagine?”

“Here’s to tonight,” she says offering me a glass of
Engergize
to toast.

We take lock eyes and sip.

“So, what’s the plan tonight?” she asks.

“Stay confident. Don’t jump at the first offer. Try not to
puke all over the table? Honestly, I’m nervous. I don’t even know,” I say in a
jumble.

She smiles and touches my arm to calm me.

“Don’t worry, we know our product and our market. We’re
going to do great, as long as we stick together.”

* * *

“Hi, we’re meeting someone. He may be here. Everett Chase,”

“Yes, of course, right this way.” Another tall, thin, blonde
hostess leads us into
Cream
. He has a type.

I scan the room. Even in our evening wear, I feel
underdressed again. Bespoke suits, perky cleavage and diamonds color the lounge
interior.

“Good evening, ladies,” Everett says, greeting us as we
arrive at the table. My heart jumps at the sight of him. His suit is a
perfectly fitted glen plaid with a plain white collared shirt and tie. I wonder
if his assistant helps him or he’s just gifted.

“Piper! It’s great to meet you,” he says, shaking her hand
and clasping his other one over it for good measure.

I’m paralyzed thinking of the right way to greet him. Firm
handshake, kiss on the cheek, a quick blowjob hello? I’d be fine with any of
them, I’m just so happy to see him again.

“Great to see you, Bronwyn,” he says, taking my hand and
pecking my cheek. I feel Piper’s eyes on us, watching carefully.

I sit on the banquette next to Everett and realize my
misstep.

Strike one. I should have sat next to Piper.
Team
Namaste.
We’re here to talk business and win a good deal for the two of us.
She looks at me sternly, but I decide to just go with it. Better than make it
more awkward by getting up again.

“First meeting and we already have paperwork?” Piper says,
pointing to the brown accordion folder on the table. “You move quick, Mr.
Chase.”

“When I see something I want, I don’t hesitate,” he replies
with a cocky smile and leaning his strong forearm on the table.

Piper smiles meekly, and takes a sip of her water. I notice
a slight tremor in her hand. She’s showing her nerves. I am too.

A waiter appears and breaks the tension. “Welcome to
Cream
,
I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start anyone with a drink?” he says,
looking to Piper.

She begins to open her mouth and Everett interrupts, “Bring
us a bottle of Barolo, three glasses.”

“Very good, sir,” he says and shuffles away. Piper clears
her throat and looks rattled.

“Everett,” she begins, “Tell us why we’re here.”

“Good question,” he replies. “I’m eager to talk business,
too.”

Both of his forearms are now on the table, leaning halfway
across toward Piper. I’m as interested to hear what he has to say as she is.

“I understand Bronwyn has told you some things about me, but
just so we’re all on the same sheet of music, I’m here to talk business. I love
your juice, and I want to take it to the next level. But, right now you have a
product, not a company. I have the connections, the knowledge, and mostly importantly,
the cash to do it.”

Piper looks intrigued and we share a smile, listening.

I can only watch his lips as he talks. I’m feeling that
hypnosis again, like the first time we met in his apartment. My eyes roll down
to his strong nose, his square, stubbled jaw. I could kiss him right now.

“Here’s what I can offer,” he says.

Piper and I lean in.

“Now, I’m not sure if you’ll both like my terms,” he says,
looking over at me.

 “I will write two checks. One to
Namaste
for $250,000.”

A tension is building in my throat, and I swallow hard.

“And another to you, Piper, for $100,000 and your share of
the company. My share will be 51% of the company’s equity. Bronwyn will have
the rest.” His hand slides over and gives my thigh a squeeze.

The waiter arrives and shows the bottle of Barolo to
Everett. He nods.

“What does this mean… I’m out?” Piper asks as her voice
jumps an octave. She looks to me for an answer, and I have none.

“Yes,” Everett replies. His eyes are on the glass swirling
it several times sharply and then swishing in his mouth.

“It’s fine,” he says to the waiter who begins to pour us
each a glass.

“I need to own a majority of any small company I’m working
on,” he says, returning to the conversation, “I don’t want to waste your time,
Piper, being just an employee.”

I see the thoughts swirling in her mind as well.

“So, you two are going to run the show?” she asks to both of
us.

“This is news to me,” I say. I’m being honest.

I take a big gulp of the wine. It tastes good, like I
suppose a great Italian wine should, but I’ve never had one before. My
enjoyment is tempered as I can see Piper’s anger through the bottom of the
glass.

“Excuse us a minute,” Piper says, and motions for me to join
her. “We need to talk in private.”

* * *

“Ok, tell me this again,” Piper says stalking back and forth
along the bathroom tile. “You knew about this arrangement the whole time.”