Romance: The Billionaire Alpha Collection (26 page)

Chapter 5

My heart flutters…

Did he mean to touch me?

Or was it just an accident?

Of course it was an accident.  He is extremely handsome and very rich.  He could have any girl he ever wanted.  He wouldn’t want me. 

What am I thinking? 

Of course he wouldn’t want me.

Suddenly, Jackson looms over the top of me. 

He is on top of my body, propped up by his arms, and he is staring into my eyes. 

His body presses into mine and I don’t know what to do.

Jackson stares at me with his beautiful eyes, gaging my consent for what is about to happen. 

He smiles like an arrogant jerk when he sees it. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I try to resist him.

“No, it’s not a good idea,” he states in his deep seductive voice, “But we’re going to do it anyway.”

I don’t move.

I don’t know what to do.

He wants to do this…

My insides are alive.

My heart is pounding.

His lips land on mine.

The world stops spinning. 

He has me.

Every part of my body wants him.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know this is wrong.  This is against everything that I believe in. 

But I can’t resist it.

Jackson kisses my lips and his hand runs under my loose shirt. 

I still don’t move.

The more he kisses me, the more I am filled with desire. 

And he can sense it. 

Like a wolf playing with his prey, he can sense the emotion charging off me.

The air is electric.

His hand pushes my shirt up and his head slides under the covers of the bed.  His tender lips land on my soft skin and I almost faint with anticipation. 

I don’t know if I can take this.

He drapes the shirt over my head and tosses it aside.  I lie on my back and Jackson lies over the top of me. 

Our lips connect again.

The moment is intense.

I am on fire.

Every part of my skin tingles with desire and lust.

He has me.

Our passionate kiss is filled with lust.  I can’t kiss him enough.

I want to kiss every part of his body.

His strength is filling me with hunger.

His lips move onto my neck and then onto my shoulder.  He kisses my collarbone and then I feel his hand unclip my bra.  Tossing it aside, he takes a moment.

Jackson looks down on my exposed breasts. 

I lie nervously still while he judges my figure.

His hands begin to touch my breasts with tenderness.  But that doesn’t last long.

The primal desire overcomes him and he begins to treat me like a man should.  He wants me.  And he is going to have me…

He passionately kisses my lips again and his hand finds its way down to my underwear.  He rips them off with aggression.

He wants this.

I want this!

“Wait,” I stop him as the good girl in me takes over, “Should we be doing this?”

Even in the dimly light room, I can see his eyes stare down to me.

He answers in a firm tone, leaving no doubt that this is the right thing to do,

“Yes.”

Oh yes…

Jackson kisses me with a dominant force.

Wow…

Our kiss is alight with passion and desire.  I can feel it build throughout every part of me.

I feel like I am about to burst with passion.

I am about to become a very bad girl…

My hands rush all over his smooth skin.

His body is rock hard and firm.  It is everything I thought it would be.  It is the hardest piece of flesh I have ever felt.

I want to eat him up.  I want to kiss every part of him.

As he lies over the top of me, I am aching with desire. 

His body moves down mine until his head is between my legs.

I have never let a man kiss me there before…

Oh…

His lips kiss my pussy and I can’t hold it back.

Wow…

A finger enters me.

Oh…

My head throws back.

My…

I grip the bed.

His finger begins to pump into my tight pussy and his tongue lashes my clit.

Wow…

I am…

I can’t…

He has me.

I have lost control.

Jackson owns me.

I don’t want this to stop. 

He stops kissing my pussy and moves his lips back along my body.  My hands rub all over him.  I can’t get enough of him.

I have a physical need for Jackson.  I need his body.

His hands smooth over my curves with passionate desire and I become lost in the moment.

I want him.

I need him.

Filled with desire, I reach down to his member.  He is already naked… and hard.

My hand reaches around his cock and I feel its size.

It is huge…

Bigger than anything I have ever experienced.

Jackson rolls over to his back and I move down his body.  It is my turn now.

I run my hand up and down his hard piece, rubbing it with passion. 

I put his manhood in my mouth and he moans with delight. 

“Fuck yes, Rachael!”

My head bounces on his hard member and my tongue licks his shaft.  It is hard and strong.

I want it inside me.

I need it inside me!

“Yes!” he shouts loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.

Looking up to him, I see the smile on his face.

I take his hardness out of my mouth and move over his body.  I climb on top of his muscular physique, straddling him as he remains lying down. 

Just as I am about to sit my wet pussy on his rock-hard member, he tosses me aside on the bed.  He is taking control.

I love it.

I love being dominated by a real man. 

I have never been taken like this before.  I feel so vulnerable.  I feel so exposed. 

But it fills me with passion. 

My body heats up and my mind becomes lost.

Jackson moves over the top of me in the missionary position and my heart almost stops. 

I need him inside me!

Take me Jackson.

Take me hard!

His hard cock touches my spot and I almost faint with lust.

As he gently pushes himself into my pussy, a moan escapes my lips.  I feel every part of his strong cock deep within my body. 

Oh, that feels amazing.

He holds himself within me.

Yes…

Oh yes!

His hands run all over my body, smoothing over my breasts.  They are tender and sensitive, and he treats them with wonder.

“Rachael,” he moans, “You are so sexy.”

I moan while he caresses my breasts.  I love the way he adores my curves.

“Take me,” I whisper to him.

He smiles, “When I am ready.”

He continues to run his hands over my breasts. 

Suddenly he grips my hips hard.  The look on his face changes…

Slam!

He thrusts himself deep into my body.  The aggression on his face is clear. 

Slam!

He pounds into me.

“Yes!” I scream.

He pounds me with aggressive passion like I have never felt before.  My hands dig into the bed, gripping tightly at the sheets.

“Yes!”

He is relentless. 

Non-stop, he pounds into me.  This man is dominating my body.

“Yes!!”

I have never been taken like this before.  It is amazing.

I try to move but his hands are like iron, holding me in place. 

“Fuck yes!” I squeal.

My hair throws around and I can’t control my body.

Fuck!

Yes!

He slows, puffing, and rolls over in the bed. 

I climb my body on top of his rock hard physique and bring my pussy lips over his cock.

I ease my pussy over him, letting it slide deep into me. 

Oh… that is the spot. 

My hips move back and forth on his hard dick and it feels amazing. 

Oh yes…

Leaning forward, I rest my hands on his firm chest.  I could grip this chest all day long.

My pussy is tender after the pounding it has received but I gently move over Jackson.

It is not long before he takes control again.

He thrusts himself up into me.

Yes…

As I lean forward, his hands come over the back of my hips and he rams his cock into me. 

Oh…

Sex has never felt this good.

I have never experienced anything like this.

Jackson tosses me aside with strength, treating me as a piece of flesh.  I love it.  I love being dominated.

He pushes me onto my hands and knees, and I happily obey his demands.

He drives his member deep into my pussy, forcing me forward.  I try to push back but he is so strong.

“Yes!!!”

The whole town should have heard that.

Gripping my hips, he attacks my pussy with quick, hard thrusts. 

“Fuck!” he groans as he powers into me.

Orgasm comes over me again and I am lost.

Yes…

My world is gone. 

All I can feel is the dominance of this powerful man taking me to another place.

He pounds into me impossibly hard, impossibly fast, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and growling filthy words into my ear. 

He owns me.

Slam!

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream as he thugs my hair back.

I am primal with lust.

Jackson slams into me hard.  He grips my hair tight with force.  My head pulls back.  His body is trembling. 

His groan vibrates through my soul as he spills his seed.

I feel him come with pleasure.

He puffs deeply.

Jackson collapses onto the bed beside me. 

Wow…

I fall forward, dizzy in the orgasm.

I have never felt like this.

Staring at the man next to me, I smile.

Jackson grins, closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

He is so damn sexy…

But despite this being the most mind-blowing sex of my life, he is acting like this is the norm for him.

And of course it is.

I think he must have done this a hundred times before.

Bastard.

You beautiful, sexy bastard… 

Chapter 6

The morning sun streams through the curtains and awakens me from my slumber.  Rolling over in the bed, I look for the rock-hard physique to snuggle my body against.  The best way to start a day is always next to a rock-hard body.

My hand reaches across the soft sheets to feel Jackson’s chiseled torso…

But I find nothing. 

There is no one in the bed next to me…

Sitting up, I search the room for Jackson, hoping I am mistaken.

His bag is not next to the bed. 

His clothes are gone. 

Has he left?

He wouldn’t leave after the night we had together, would he?

I spring out of bed and walk into the bathroom but I find no evidence that he was even here last night.

He has left. 

He didn’t even say good morning… or goodbye. 

The reality takes a moment to sink in…

The bastard has left!

I want to scream in anger!  How could I have been so stupid!

He used me.  He used me for sex.  He used me for my body.

Bastard. 

My shock quickly turns to anger as I walk around the hotel room, my fists clenching in frustration. 

I want to find him and scream at him for being so disrespectful.  We spent a night together.  In my book, that means something.  I thought last night was special.  I felt like there was a connection between us. 

It was special. 

At least, it was special to me.

Jackson probably has nights like that all the time.  His experience in bed was evident.  This was just another night to him. 

I was just another piece of meat for him to devour. 

Bastard.

As soon as I see him, I am going to give him a piece of my mind.  I’m going to yell at him. 

How dare he use me!  I am worth more than that!  I am not a piece of meat!

Ahhh!!!

My fists clench as I try to suppress my fury.

I force myself to take a deep breath. 

This is the morning of my mother’s wedding. 

I need to breathe.

Although it is only a simple ceremony with minimal fuss, it is still her wedding day.  I can’t be shouting at Jackson at my mother’s wedding.  She raised me to have better manners than that.

Ruining my mother’s wedding would be in very bad taste.

Despite numerous long, slow deep breaths, my anger doesn’t leave.  I storm around the small hotel room a number of times in an attempt to cool my anger. 

How could he? 

How could he walk off like that?

I am not one of his pieces of meat.  I am more than that and I expect better treatment! I don’t ever expect to be treated that way.

I can’t believe he used me.

I can’t believe I fell for his trap.  How could I have been so stupid?!

I cool off under the shower, trying to get my mind back to my mother’s wedding.  This is her day and it should be all about her.  I can’t let my emotions ruin this day for Mom.  She has gone through enough in her life.  She deserves a day like this.  She deserves to feel special today.

I have to put my anger towards Jackson aside.

After I hop out of the shower and towel off, a knock at the door surprises me. 

My mind immediately betrays me.  Is it Jackson?  Has he come back?  Maybe he went to get an early morning coffee?

I open the door cautiously with only a towel around me. 

That will give him easy access if required…

“Morning Rachel,” Joanne smiles as I open the door, “Is Jackson still here?”

“No,” I shake my head in disappointment, widening the door enough for Joanne to slip through.

Joanne follows me into the hotel room as I return to the bathroom to finish drying off.

“How was last night?” Joanne asks from the bedroom.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there is only one bed and no couch in this room.  That means there must have been two people sleeping in the same bed – a sexy New York woman and a handsome billionaire.  Fireworks are bound to happen with that combination,” she says cheekily.

“You should have been a detective,” I reply as I come into the room.

“Well?” she presses for answer, “Tell me you didn’t.”

“We… um…” I shift my eyes to the ceiling, avoiding her knowing gaze.

“You did!” she squeals in delight.

“We did but…”

“Isn’t he your brother now?” she laughs.

“No,” I state firmly, “He is not my brother.  He is of no relation to me at all.”

“But by the end of today, he will be your stepbrother.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“That is so naughty!” she laughs again, “And you think I am the wild one!  You are the daring one!  That is so naughty!  I love it!”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” I reply, “He’s not here now.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know.  He was here when I went to sleep but when I woke up… he was gone.  He didn’t say goodbye or anything.  He must have left in the middle of the night.”

“Oh…it was like that?”

“The prick left me behind.  He didn’t even say goodbye.  I woke up and all his stuff had vanished.  He didn’t even leave a note.  I am so angry with him right now!  He used me for sex!” I complain to Joanne.

“Oh…”

“And now I have to see him at the wedding.  Talk about uncomfortable!”

“What will you say to him?”

“I want to shout and scream at him for leaving me here.  I want to slap him in the face!  I want to tell him that I am not one of his pieces of meat.  I am a woman, not a piece of flesh!” the anger grows inside me, “I have never been used like that.  How could he use me like that?  How could he do that to someone?”

“It’s your mother’s wedding day,” Joanne replies sheepishly.

“I know,” I concede, “So I’m probably not going to say anything at all.”

“Was he…um…any good?”

“Good girls don’t kiss and tell,” I laugh.

“You’re not a good girl,” she smiles back.

I want to be angry but I can’t help to smile at Joanne’s question.

“Oh, wow.”

“I have never experienced anything like it.  It was… I don’t have the words for it.  Which makes me even angrier that he has left.  I felt like last night meant something.  I felt like last night there was a connection between us.  It was sex on another level.”

“Sounds special,” Joanne replies softly.

“I thought it was.  It was amazing to me but maybe for him… I don’t know.  He probably does this stuff all the time.  He’s a New York billionaire, so he probably has girls falling at his feet everyday of the week.”

“But you’re not just any girl,” Joanne builds my confidence, “You’re special.  You’re not someone that should be used for a one night stand.”

“Apparently I am.”

“You have to say something to him.  You have to let him know how you feel.  Maybe after the wedding has finished?”

“I can’t.  I can’t ruin Mom’s special day.  This is her day and I can’t let my emotions spoil it.  I have to put my feelings aside for her.”

“You can’t let him get away with this.  You have to tell him how he made you feel.”

I nod.

She is right.

I have to let him know how I feel or it will play on my mind for years.

“What do I even say to him?”

“Tell him how much of a prick he is.”

“He probably doesn’t even care.  He probably can’t even remember my name.  I knew what he was from the moment I saw him.  I should have listened to my instincts.  I knew this would happen,” I am angry with myself for letting this happen, “It’s my fault.  I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s not your fault!” Joanne responds.

I shrug my shoulders.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” Joanne adds, “You deserve to be treated like a queen.  You are a wonderful person.”

Joanne always knows what to say.

“Thanks Joanne,” I smile.

“If he doesn’t want you, then he doesn’t deserve you.  He may be rich and good-looking, but that doesn’t mean he is good enough for you.  You deserve a prince, not a punk.”

I laugh out loud.

“I’ll give him a piece of my mind,” Joanne continues, “Actually, I might give him a piece of my pointy high heels.”

Shaking my head, I conclude,  “I’ll say something after the wedding.  I don’t know what I’ll say but I’ll let him know how I feel.”

Deep down, I knew this would happen.  I knew he was a player but I was seduced by his good looks and charm.

I let it happen.

But it won’t happen again…