Leverage (Part Three) (Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

“You can use your spit,” she told him, grinning. “I like it that way.”

“You got it, Alley-cat,” he murmured, pausing to work his saliva into her pink, expertly waxed rosebud. She had a nice ass, perfect for fucking. So why wasn’t he dying to shove his fat cock into that welcoming hole?
For God’s sake, just take her in the ass and enjoy it, you bleeding whiner!
Boston slapped the generous flesh and Ally jerked and moaned, wiggling her ass for more. He rubbed the warm rosy mark left on the white skin and she groaned, gasping little mewling noises as he positioned the head of his cock against her tight entrance. He gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed past the sphincter, waiting for her to relax and then suddenly, like a pro, her ass opened up and swallowed his cock whole.
JesusMaryJoseph
…he saw stars of pleasure as the tight walls of her ass squeezed his shaft and made a groan pop from his mouth. Anchoring his hands to her hips, he slowly worked her from behind, the pleasure building and blanking out the incessant loop of
this isn’t right
that was threatening to ruin every good sensation pooling in his balls and rattling down his shaft.

“Yes! Just like that, baby!” Ally screamed, grunted and pushed against him, and when he pumped harder, desperate to lose
himself in that final moment, she went wild, encouraging him to fuck her even harder. Boston was happy to oblige and savagely banged her ass, not caring that she might not be able to sit for a week, just needing to get off and forget for just a moment. And just when he thought in despair that this wasn’t going to work, that blessedly familiar tightening in his loins signaled that relief was imminent and he let go as stars burst behind his eyes and insane pleasure rippled through him as he came hard, pumping load after load of his juice into her willing and well-fucked ass before nearly collapsing against her, breathing hard and wonderfully sated.

At least for a moment.

He withdrew his cock and Ally dropped to her stomach, groaning and breathing just as hard as she rolled to her back with a deeply satisfied sigh, saying, “Holy shit…you delivered, baby. You definitely delivered.”

Boston accepted the compliment with grim satisfaction. At least he got the job done. Now, he was overwhelmed by the need for a shower and solitude. He rolled to his feet and went to the mini bar, pouring himself another drink. He downed the scotch and turned to regard Ally who was lounging on his bed like a cat who’d found the milk, and he forced a casual smile when she grinned at him, obviously hoping for an invitation for round two but it wasn’t going to happen.

“That was fun,” she started, tracing the lines on the bedding with her finger. “No. 5 will definitely remain in the memory banks.”

“Glad to hear it.” He replaced his glass and tugged on his cargo shorts. “So, I hate to fuck and run but I have some business to attend to.”

She sat up, disappointed. “Oh. I was hoping…”

“Sweet girl, remember
, this was always going to be a one-time deal.”

“Yeah but we were so good together…”

Not really. He probably could’ve gotten off easier with his hand and dealt with less guilt. “Well, my life isn’t open to adding a Plus One. Besides, trust me when I say, I’m an asshole. You don’t want me.”

“You seem like a good guy to me,” Ally disagreed, her gaze lighting on his groin area. “And besides, a woman can put up with a lot when she’s getting a lot in return.”

He laughed. If only Julianna felt that way. He could give Julianna orgasm after orgasm but she’d still hold him accountable for his shit. Ah hell, what was he doing, aside from going bat-shit crazy over a woman? He pulled a wad of cash from his wallet and put it into Ally’s hand. “Here, take this. Have fun. Go shopping. Do whatever but it’s time to say our goodbyes.”

She pouted but her hand curled around the cash. “Well, St. John
is
expensive,” she agreed, pursing her lips in thought, then she brightened and said, “Okay, no hard feelings. I got what I came for and the extra cash is a bonus. Can you call me a cab?”

“I’d be happy to,” he said with a small smile, relieved she didn’t start wailing or sputtering about him treating her like a prostitute. But just as he was about to call the front desk, she rose and walked toward him with a coy expression that he didn’t like or trust. He eyed her warily as she looped her arms around his neck and pressed herself ag
ainst him. He reluctantly clasped his arms around her, waiting.

“Are you sure you want to let me go?” she asked, lifting on her toes to brush a soft kiss against his lips and he
fought against the urge to thrust her away from him as if she were poison. When he didn’t kiss her back, she sighed in disappointment and stepped away with a petulant, “Fine, I get the point,” muttered under her breath as she went to collect her clothes. Five minutes later she was dressed and waiting for the cab in the lobby and Boston was in a scalding hot shower, mindless that the humidity and steam made the air almost too thick to breathe. But no amount of scrubbing could remove what he felt was a stain on his soul for fucking another woman when all he wanted was Julianna. His attempt at removing her importance from his mind — and heart — had been an abysmal failure and Boston didn’t cotton well to failure. Now what? Julianna hadn’t wanted him before and now? He groaned and leaned against the shower wall, allowing the water to sluice over him until the heat stopped stinging. He was well and truly screwed.

And the worst part?
He’d done it to himself.

What a royal mess.

Good job, Kincaid. Good fucking job.

Julianna was determined to have a good time — Boston be damned. She’d come to St. John to get away from Boston and to clear her head. And that's exactly what she was going to do. Miles was being incredibly sweet by showing her around St. John and she had to admit it felt good to have somebody treat her like a person and not like a possession. Right before she’d found out she was pregnant, things had been so good with Boston. They'd actually settled into a comfortable routine that’d felt real. Maybe she was deluding herself but it actually felt as if they were in a relationship and not a business transaction that involved sex. Was she completely crazy for thinking that Boston had feelings for her? No, something told her that as much as she might want to deny Boston's ability to act like a normal human being and not a self-righteous asshole, Boston had had feelings for her. And now that she was pregnant with his baby, everything had changed. She would've thought that things between them would’ve gotten better but no, they’d crumbled. Was that partially her fault? Had she run out of fear and completely destroyed any chance they’d had of being a true couple? Did she want that? She hated to admit it but she missed Boston. What'd that say about her? Where was her damn self esteem? Didn't she value herself more than that? Julianna sighed and moved away from the open window to grab her sarong. Miles was going to be there any minute and they were going to one of his favorite beaches. She just wanted to get out of her head at least for the day. She supposed at some point she needed to talk to Boston. Could they sit in a room and act like normal people? She wasn't sure. Thus far, that hadn’t been the case. Either they were screaming at each other or they were screwing their brains out. A flush crept up her cheeks as she remembered his touch and she cursed her hormones for encouraging such unhelpful images. The last thing she needed was to remember how much she adored the way he touched her.

A polite knock at the door
signaled Miles was there. She grabbed her beach bag and stuffed her towel and sunscreen inside.
Well, here goes nothing
. Time to put on a happy face. She opened the door with a smile. “Ready to go?” Miles asked, his gaze warming as he appreciated the view. “You are so beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy on St. John. Shall we?” He offered his arm and she laughed as she slipped her arm through his. Such a gentleman. Miles would make any woman the happiest woman on earth. So why couldn't she muster anything more than a pleasant tingle around him?

“So where are we going?” s
he asked, determined to forget about Boston for the day and enjoy a nice day with a good man. “All I ask is that there is food and bathrooms because that has become my life.”

“
It has both plus I packed snacks and extra water.”

“
Of course you did. You are amazing.”

“
Well, I try. But honestly you bring out the best in me.” Miles grinned and Julianna returned the smile but inside her heart was heavier than a stone. Was she leading Miles on? She'd never dream of hurting him but maybe that's exactly what she was doing. Her heart, as much as she wouldn't wish it, seemed to gravitate toward Boston and she needed to be straight with Miles. Miles noted her silence as they climbed into the Jeep and he turned to her with a worried expression. “Are you feeling okay? We don't have to go anywhere if you're not feeling up to it.”

“No,”
Julianna answered with a quick smile. “I need to get out and away. My head is not quite straight. A day at the beach sounds perfect.”

“
Excellent. But if at any point you don't feel well, you let me know and we can cut the day short. Your health is what's most important.”

“
You're such a good guy. How is it that you're not married?”

“
Just haven’t found the right fit, I guess. But before you get the idea that I'm perfect — trust me, I'm not. I'm just like every guy, flawed and sometimes stupid.”

She rolled her eyes at his self-deprecation. “
Is that so? Well, you’d better start showing me some of those flaws or I might make you marry me.” It was a joke but the minute she said it she knew she shouldn't have. Something flared in Miles's eyes – something like
hope
— and she knew she had to set him straight before she completely ruined their friendship. “Miles, you're a great guy — an
amazing
guy — but I don't want to give you the wrong idea. When I said that it was complicated with Boston I wasn't lying. We have an unusual arrangement that is hard to explain…”

“Do you love him?”
Miles asked, cutting right to the chase.

“
I don’t know.” That wasn't true. But she couldn't quite say the words. Maybe she wasn't ready to acknowledge the fact that she truly did have feelings for Boston that went beyond their arrangement. True, in the beginning she couldn't stand him. She'd been angry with him for pushing her into a despicable contract but she was just as angry at herself for being so weak that she’d accepted it. However, somewhere along the way she’d developed feelings for the asshole. Or maybe
she
was the asshole for letting her heart get involved. And now the baby? To say it was complicated was to say that the ocean was deep. “Here's the thing, Miles, I'm not available and I don't want to lead you on. You are a terrific guy and I'm crazy about you in a certain way but Boston is too much in my head”
and heart
“to let anything truly happen between us.”

She held her breath, afraid that Miles was
going to kick her out of the car for being honest even though deep down she knew he’d never do that, even if he should. Miles offered her a crooked, yet slightly sad smile as he said, “I'm not blind, Julianna. Whether or not you want to admit it, you're in love with the guy. I know logic and reason never play a part in what the heart wants but I wish that you would accept that you deserve better.”

She released a relieved breath. He didn’t hate her. At least that was something. “
I know I deserve better and honestly, before I met Boston I never would’ve imagined that I would be in this kind of situation but there is something between us that I've never felt before. And it has nothing to do with his money or his influence or any of that superficial crap. Because honestly I think he’s better when he's not throwing money around and acting like
Boston Kincaid
. When it's just he and I, and we’re just a normal couple spending time together, he’s a beautiful man. I can't believe I'm saying this and I know you probably think I'm crazy but deep down Boston…” What is she trying to say? That he was a good guy? Yeah, maybe. But given how Boston had acted as of late, that’d be a hard sell to Miles. She shrugged her shoulders helplessly, knowing she sounded like a loon. “I don't know, I'm not making any sense. I'm sorry. The thing is, I might be in love with him and I'm sorry.”

For a long moment he didn’t say anything and
Julianna worried about what he might be thinking about her but when he spoke again, there was no judgment in his tone, only kindness. “How about this…let's just spend the day together as friends and leave all that other stuff behind for now. I'm not going to lie, I'm attracted to you. You’re beautiful, smart, witty — and I think you're going to be a wonderful mom. What's not to love about you? But I won’t stand in the way if Boston is who you want. I'll be your friend if that's what you need from me.”

“Really?
Most guys don't want end up in the friend zone,” Julianna said, with a small wry smile. “Doesn't that bother you?”

“
Sometimes the most enduring love stories spring from solid friendships,” he shared with the conspiratorial wink. “I haven't given up yet.”

She laughed. “
You're incorrigible but I love that you don't give up easily. That’s a good quality in a man.”

Miles
put the car into drive as he said, “Enough of this serious talk. There is a beach with our name on it and daylight is wasting. I've got the whole day without work and a beautiful woman by my side. Sounds like the beginnings of a great day to me.”

Julianna
couldn't help but grin. Why couldn't she love Miles? Why did it have to be Boston? Without a doubt, Miles would make some lucky woman very happy. And in the short term, she supposed she could occupy that spot. Spending a day at the beach was exactly what the doctor ordered and she was going to enjoy it. But, Julianna knew that she was going to have to talk to Boston eventually. They needed to figure things out and that meant no more running.

But that wasn't today.

#

He'd seen the writing on the wall but he'd ignored
his intuition. Julianna had all but admitted she was in love with Boston. Which meant her heart was closed to him. He’d landed in the Friend Zone. He should’ve known, should've listened to his gut. But he was here with her now and that was worth something. Boston thought he had Julianna no matter what because she carried his child but Miles wasn’t out of the game yet. Julianna's heart was hurting and what better way to show a woman there were better options than to actually
be
that option. He'd show her that Boston didn't have what it took to care for her emotionally like Miles did. “It's about a 30 minute drive to the beach,” he said. “But it's a really pretty drive.”

“
It's a beautiful day. I don't mind. The weather here is crazy, though. It almost looked like it was going to rain. But I suppose that's pretty normal for the Caribbean.”

“
Yes, it is. And the islanders rely on that rain for their freshwater. So we like those crazy rainstorms. However, I think the storm is going to pass us by today. It will probably hit St. Croix but the wind will push it past us.”

“
I don't mind the rain. It's not a cold rain at all. It makes everything steamy and everything smells so good.”

“
That it does. The ladies say it's great for the complexion, too.”

She regarded him curiously. “
Do you think you’ll stay here, put down roots?”

He sighed. “
I don't know. I came here to get away from a bad situation and then just never left. I might do what some people do and live here six months out of the year and spend the other six making money stateside. It’s a pretty good gig if you can get it.”

“
Living in paradise,” she mused. “Sounds pretty amazing. But I don't know if I'd want to live here year-round. I kind of miss being home.” She grimaced. “And I can really do without those flying gnats that bite.”

He chuckled at her gnat reference. Those suckers were vicious. When he’d first moved here, he’d been eaten alive until he’d
discovered some island secrets to keep them at bay. “So, do you miss your home or Boston's home?”

She pau
sed, unsure of her own answer. “I guess that's what I need to figure out, huh?”

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

Julianna fell silent and Miles didn't feel compelled to chatter, letting the road take over. As much as he told himself he needed to pull back, he really liked her and he wanted better for her than what she'd settled for. However, experience told him that he was bound to land on the losing end if he wasn't careful. After awhile Miles put on his tour guide hat and began sharing everything he’d learned about the island of St. John when he’d first moved there. She laughed at his little stories and they passed the drive in relative comfort. They arrived at a small rocky beach with a marina and climbed from the Jeep. “There's nowhere to lay a blanket,” she remarked with a frown. “Is this the beach you were talking about?”

“
Sort of. This side of the island isn't really known for its beaches but it's a beautiful drive and I wanted you to be able to relax for a little bit.”

“
It was a beautiful drive. Thank you.” She graced him with a smile until her expression changed as she said, “However, now I'm hungry so either we find a nice beach to have our picnic or we find a restaurant because I am starving.”

“
I have just the thing, it's not a beach but there's a beautiful meadow where we can spread our blankets and enjoy a little island picnic. Afterwards, we’ll clean up and head back into town for some beach time. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

They climbed back into the Jeep and Miles drove a short while before he pulled off road and parked. Off to the right was a small walking path that wound its way through the lush, dense undergrowth of what basically looked like a jungle and Julianna sent Miles a dubious look, saying, “Are you sure about this? What if we’re eaten by…whatever might lurk in jungles?”

He laughed. “Rest assured, nothing is going to eat us. This used to lead to a sugar plantation in the 1800s but now it’s just a pretty place to enjoy a picnic, I promise.”

“Okay, you’d better be right. If I die, I’ll never forgive you and I swear I will haunt your ass for the rest of your life.”

He mock saluted her. “Duly noted, now let’s get moving. I’m hungry,” he said, reaching out to grasp her hand and help her over a fallen tree. “When you see the meadow, you’ll thank me.”

“I didn’t know there were meadows in the jungle.”

“Perhaps meadow is a generous word. But it’s pretty and flat so we can lay the blanket down without a problem.”