Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (11 page)

“
Meaghan,”
Dean said voice so hoarse it could be he had pharyngitis.

She continued to
stimulate herself, eyes closed, making noises of pleasure and
watching Dean beneath her lashes. His jeans were tenting in such a
way as to let her know that she had his full attention. There was a
bit of a leak too, pre-come she guessed, staining the top of his
jeans. He made no move to touch himself or release his erection. Just
stared at her as her back arched and she shuddered herself to
completion. All he did was growl deep in his throat like a wolf.

Meaghan sat up legs
apart, buttons open but jeans still on.

“
You
liked that,” she said, not asking.

“
I
loved it,” Dean whispered and took a step toward her.

“
How
about you give me a show too? Fair’s fair,” Meaghan said.

Dean’s
eyebrows went up, “You want me to…?” He looked
down at his erection in shock and she followed his eyes.

“
Yeah,”
she murmured looking back into his eyes. He stared at her in
surprise, trying to gauge how serious she was being. Then his hands
went down and he unbuttoned his fly, letting his pants fall to the
ground. He stepped out of them, took his erection in his hand and
caressed it thoughtfully. She watched his every move, not even
seeming to blink. Her hands ran up and down her thighs, caressing
herself through her jeans like she was aroused again. Dean’s
erection jumped in his hands and he squeezed the bottom tight to stop
himself from coming on the spot. Meaghan’s mouth opened and her
eyes narrowed as she made a small sound and he clutched himself,
running his hand up and down his erection his hips undulating
unconsciously; thrusting into the air.

“
Meaghan,”
he whispered.

“
Dean,”
she said right back in the same tone.

His hand was moving
faster and faster. He took it up to his mouth and spat on it and then
put his hand back on the tip of his penis and ran it down to the
base, a slow long motion that had them both moaning in synchronized
biting pleasure. It didn’t take long before long ropes of milky
substance were flying across the room and landing everywhere.

“
Oh
my God that was hot,” Meaghan whispered taking a deep breath.

Dean walked toward
her, coming to a stop above her and staring down at her.

“
Take
your jeans off now,” he ordered and she hastened to obey,
kicking them away from her as her eyes held Dean, or he held her
gaze. It was hard to tell through the haze of desire she was floating
in. He bent forward, still maintaining eye contact gaze shifting from
her eyes to her mouth. Her mouth softened inviting him in and he bent
forward taking her mouth as if it was food and he was starving. The
kissing went on for a long time, with both of their initial lust
sated they could take the time to savor just this; holding each
other, sharing air and saliva – tasting and biting; enjoying
the sensations of loving and touching without sexual gratification.

Soon though, the
kissing took on a more desperate texture and the touching became more
passionate, more frantic.

“
Dean,”
Meaghan pleaded legs going around his waist and her hips thrusting
upward, asking without words.

Dean’s hands
on her thighs were strong, pressing down into her flesh with no
thought to whether or not he was hurting her. He was too far gone;
not that she was complaining. He spread her legs wider and thrust
into her, pressing slowly into her until she was sobbing with need.

“
Dean
please,
” she cried eyes scrunched
closed and breathing through her mouth in great big bellows of want.

“
Please
what baby? Tell me,” he growled hoarsely into her ear as his
hips went in and out of her like pistons.

“
Fuck
me harder,” she whispered, blown away by her own daring. She
could hardly believe she’d said that.

It was a red flag to
a bull; whatever tenuous control he’d been holding on to broke.
He was a wild animal pistoning into her and then swiveling his hips
to get even deeper. Meaghan suspected she was going to have bruises
on her intestines in the morning. Still, she wanted him to go faster.
Harder. More and more; it could never be enough.

“
Love
you so much,” she murmured into his neck as he pressed her down
into the mattress.

He froze for a
second and met her eyes with his. “I love you too,” he
said and then put his head into her neck and fucked her harder yet.
Meaghan could feel the wave coming to overwhelm her, building up in
her body until she had to let it go before it drowned her. She arched
backward, letting it all go as wave after wave of emotion trembled
through her making her whole body shake. She heard Dean give a shout
as her orgasm triggered his own and the feel of his seed spilling
into her made her shudder all the harder. She wondered if she was
going to black out again. She didn’t though, but her whole body
was weak and drained. She turned the side, tucked her hand inside the
pillow and closed her eyes, falling asleep right away.

“
Good
morning babe,” a voice woke her the next morning and she
struggled to open her eyes.

“
What
time is it?” she groaned.

“
Nine
in the morning. Dad is expecting us before noon so you need to get
your lazy ass up.”

Meaghan sat up
startled. “He’s expecting us!?!” she repeated.

“
Yeah,”
he said.

“
Why?”
she complained.

Dean put the coffee
cup he was carrying down on the bedside table and turned to face her,
“Have you already forgotten all about your T-1000 thing that
you were going to tell him about?”

“
Well
yeah…I mean no of course I haven’t forgotten but I
didn’t expect that it would be this soon. I don’t have
anything to wear,” she wailed.

Dean laughed.
“What’s wrong with your jeans?”

Meaghan flopped back
on the bed and shook her head. “You don’t understand
anything do you?” she said in despair.

“
We
can pass through DVF and pick something up if you want,” he
suggested.

“
I
can’t afford Diane von Furstenberg!” Meaghan laughed.

“
I
can,” Dean said.

“
Well
thanks but-“ Meaghan began.

“
Are
you or are you not my girlfriend?” Dean interrupted.

Meaghan stared
apprehensively at him as if she suspected a trick. “I guess I
am.”

“
Good,
well if you read the fine print of your girlfriend contract it
stipulates that I may buy you clothes for special occasions, not so
special occasions or just a whim as I please,” Dean said.

“
Really?”
Meaghan asked.

“
Really,”
Dean confirmed.

“
Well…the
woman is always the last to know,” she said ruefully.

“
So
hurry up and have your breakfast so we can go shop before your big
meet!” Dean said clapping his hands like a track coach and
exiting the room to go put some breakfast together.

Meaghan rose slowly
shaking her head and went to shower.

*****

They did stop off at
DVF and Dean made her choose the dress she liked without allowing her
to even peek at the price tag. It was too comfortable, too easy to
let him just take over and pay for her clothes. Meaghan didn’t
want to get used to this. It was way too domestic and spoke of long
days and longer nights…together…forever. Meaghan shied
away from that thought, not wanting to let herself even think about
such things.

They drove to Dean’s
parents house…did she say house? She meant hotel. It was that
huge and as far as she knew there were only two residents living in
it right now. Of course there were also probably like a zillion maids
and butlers too. She took a deep breath and took Dean’s hand.
All the years she’d known him and this was the first time she
was visiting the home where he grew up. It brought home all the
differences between them. The trailer where she grew up could
probably fit snugly in the foyer of this house, with space left over.
Meaghan found that her palms were sweaty and she was breathing really
fast.

“
Just
relax,” Dean murmured to her. Easy for him to say, it wasn’t
him on the chopping block here. He took her hand in his and led her
up the stairs. The door was opened by a butler dressed in a tuxedo
and Meaghan knew she was completely and utterly lost. He led the way
up to Dean’s father’s room and Meaghan cursed the fact
that she’d forgotten to bring notes. Bad enough meeting him as
Dean’s girlfriend but she didn’t also want to seem like
an incompetent doctor. Dean told her to wait while he explained the
situation to his father.

“
I
won’t be long,” he murmured as he went into the room.
Meaghan crossed her arms and waited, trying to slow her rapidly
beating heart. Dean hadn’t lied, he was not long and soon he
was leading her in to a room that looked familiar because it was set
up like a hospital room. The man on the bed was hooked to various
machines, a heart monitor, dialysis machine…yet she could see
that effort had been made to brighten the room. The bed was facing a
wall of windows which let the sunshine in and provided an unhampered
view of the entire garden. There was a basket of fruit artfully
arranged on the bedside next to him and the shelf by the wall was
lined with flower arrangements probably sent by people paying their
respects to the man in the bed. He had Dean’s eyes…and
they were studying her intently like if he looked hard enough he
could read her mind. They were still sharp with intelligence in his
mutilated face but Meaghan could see that he was once as good looking
as his son. He had a thick head of white hair cut short to frame his
head.

“
Dad,
this is Meaghan…my girlfriend,” Dean said. There was an
ever so slight tremor to his voice that Meaghan only noticed because
she knew him well. She glanced at him briefly and then back at his
father.

“
It’s
nice to meet you Mr. Wesson. Dean talks about you all the time,”
she said.

“
Not
all the time,” Dean said in protest looking at her.

“
Yeah
okay not all the time. Sometimes he talks about himself too,”
Meaghan teased grinning back at Dean – for a moment forgetting
where she was. She started briefly when she remembered and looked
back at Dean’s father to see him smiling slightly. She was
grateful for that but didn’t take it for granted.

She cleared her
throat and stepped forward. “Mr. Wesson, Dean might have told
you that I’m a doctor?” she waited to see if there would
be any response. Mr. Wesson inclined his head briefly in
acknowledgment and she continued.

“
Well
I was telling him about this technology that might improve your
quality of life and he suggested that I run it by you. So here goes,”
Meaghan said taking a deep breath and explaining about the robotics
and how it worked. Dean’s father watched her lips as she spoke
and he seemed to understand what she was saying but she didn’t
know if it was possible for him to respond.

She told him that
she’d spoken to the relevant people, at Dean’s request
and they’d indicated a willingness to work with the Wessons on
this. Normally at this stage she would ask if the patient had any
questions but in this case she didn’t know if there was any way
for him to ask. So she turned to look at Dean for guidance. Just then
Poppy blew into the room like a hurricane.

“
What
are you doing in here?” she demanded of Meaghan as if she’d
sneaked into the house uninvited.

“
Mother.
You remember my
girlfriend
Meaghan
don’t you?” Dean said moving between his mother and
Meaghan.

“
No,
I can’t say that I do,” Poppy said still glaring at
Meaghan. “As far as I know your girlfriend’s name is
Samantha.”

Dean rolled his
eyes, “Mother, Meaghan has a proposal that might help dad.
Would you like to stow your crap and listen?” he asked making
Meaghan hide a smile. Poppy looked totally shocked and Jeffrey looked
amused.

“
Well,
I see she’s dragging you down into the gutter with her. You
never used to speak to me like that.”

“
You
used have more respect for my friends,” Dean countered.

They glared at each
other as if they were in a Mexican stand off and Meaghan knew she had
to do something.

“
Er
so what should I tell the Brain Lab people? Would you like to see if
this initiative would work for you?” she asked Jeffrey. She
could see his eyes lighten in amusement as if he knew exactly what
she was doing. He nodded his head slightly, more of a lowering and
raising of his lashes actually.

Dean turned to smile
at his father. “I have a good feeling about this dad, pretty
soon you’ll be riding around saying ‘Come with me if you
want to live’,” Dean had Arnold’s accent down and
Meaghan had to stop herself from giggling. Jeffrey smiled his
amusement and Poppy looked like she wanted to protest but didn’t
know about what.

“
Well
we should leave you to rest. I’m sure Dean will keep you
updated,” Meaghan said shifting her legs in a way that said she
wanted to get moving. Dean took the hint and took her hand, nodding
at his father and ignoring his mother, he led her out.

“
Well
that was only about half as bad as I thought it would be,”
Meaghan said when they’d exited the building.