The Tycoon's Blondie (The Tycoon Series Book 2) (19 page)

Allison
trailed her hands over his strong back, down his waist and reveled in the
twitching muscles of his ass cheeks.  His sleek skin testimony that he was just
as enthralled with their closeness as she was.

He continued
his torturous path of kissing, licking, tugging and nipping her skin.  First
her breasts, her nipples and then slowly trailing a stinging path over her
stomach.  His intention clear.

Allison
writhed and moaned in anticipation and when his lips closed over her clit and
he tugged, she jerk against his mouth.  Reaching up, he tweaked her nipples,
and her need spun out of control when he nipped at the tender nub with the edge
of his teeth. Allison clung to his arms, thrashing in need.

The twin
pleasures hurled her so high, she panted, desperate to cling to some sense of
control.  Tiaan would have none of it though.  He pinched her nipples harder
and twirled his tongue sensually around her clit, sucking gently and bit down
around it hard.

Allison
shattered.

Into little
pieces.

Flung into
oblivion.

She wailed low
and huskily, as a hunting lioness calling to her mate in the deep of the
night.  Only, she was not hunting.  She was the hunted.  And she had been
caught.  Good and well.  Her body was still shuddering in his arms when he
surged inside her.  Driving into her so deep, she did not know where he ended
and she began.

Tiaan grunted
as her body tightened the moment he plunged inside her, internally and externally. 
He slammed into her harder, driving his cock so deep he ground his crotch
against her clit.  Allison screamed as the coil that had been building and
tightening inside her once again snapped and this time it felt as if she was
ripped apart from the inside out.  Her whole body tightened, her muscles
clenched and Tiaan roared as she contracted and milked furiously at his cock. 
He kept pounding into her, driven by a need that was threatening to hurl him
into an abyss – a thin layer of sweat shining all over his skin.

He felt his
balls tightening, his body turning to boiling heat, but he kept thrusting,
again and again.  Allison could only hold on, riding the continuous wave of
pleasure that rippled through her, intensified with each thrust deep inside
her.  She mewled as he picked up the pace even more. His tendons standing out
with exertion, she could see the enjoyment on his face.  Yet, he seemed to be
holding back.  He seemed to have a tethered savagery inside him, driving him,
beckoning for more than what he was giving her.  Wanting to draw more from her.

Tiaan growled
and withdrew from her and she moaned, another climax hovering on the
precipice.  He turned on his back, pulling her on top of him.  His voice was
gruff when he instructed her to turn around.  She frowned in confusion.

“Tiaan?”

“I want you to
straddle me, baby.  Take me inside you, but face away from me.”

Excitement
rippled through her and she turned, gasping as he grasped her hips to lower her
already swollen and pulsing pussy onto his hard cock.  He groaned and held her
tight, lowering her slowly onto him and Allison moaned as his hard length
filled her inch by agonizingly slow inch.  Her soft buttocks resting on his
stomach.  Her climax, interrupted, starting to tickle her core in remembrance.

“
Oh, Lord
Tiaan!
  This feels so…wicked…but so good!”

Tiaan closed
his eyes as she settled him inside her, all the way to the hilt.  Her soft
folds holding him so tight he could hardly breathe. 

“Hold on,
baby.  This is going to be hard and rough.  Lean forward and place your hands
on my knees.”

The moment
Allison closed her hands over his knees, he lifted her and slammed her back
down, thrusting upwards at the same time.  She wailed like an injured animal as
her climax immediately shuddered through her.  The angle of his cock inside her
was foreign yet so sensual and it awakened nerves she did not know she had. 
Her pussy kept milking and clenching harder with every thrust of Tiaan’s hard
cock into her.

Tiaan groaned
with each ferocious thrust, feeling her milking and drawing at him deeper and
deeper.  He bit his lip, desperate to hold back as long as he could, wanting
Allison to become mindless with pleasure.  Wanting her to lose control and
release herself to him, without any reserve.

Her long,
desperate wails as she continually shattered around him, body slumping weakly,
told him she was his and he thundered into her.  Now he was desperate to find
his own release.  To bind himself to her in the age old sensations known to
man.  His body tightened, his hands clamped harder around her hips and he pounded
harder, increasing the pace.  Allison whimpered, having given up trying to
control the sensations and feelings that rushed through her. She had given over
to Tiaan, knowing he would guide her to the heights only he knew she could
reach.

Tiaan roared
as heat flushed through him with blinding ferocity and his release rushed
through his cock to find purchase deep against her womb.  The heat blast
triggered another climax that had her slump forward between his legs as her
body shuddered and trembled helplessly around his.  He sat up and drew her back
against his chest, wrapping his warm arms around her.  Their breathing haggard
and fast. His breath a blast of heat against her throat.

“I love you,
my beautiful Allison.  You fulfill and complete me. I would be but half a man
if you ever leave me.”

Allison
reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She turned her head and
buried her face in his neck.

“I’m afraid
you will not get rid of me that easily, my love, in fact, not ever.  You are my
forever after.”

Tiaan lifted
Allison from his still semi-hard cock and turned her around to straddle his
lap.  He wrapped his arms around her and smiled boastfully.

“Now, my love,
you better get going with the wedding arrangements.  Little Tiaan junior can’t
be born illegitimate.”

“Tiaan
junior?  Over my dead body.”

“What’s wrong
with it?  It is a good, strong name.”

“Yes, one that
already belongs to you.  I am not going to cause insurmountable headaches for
myself trying to get the right Tiaan to respond when I call.  Hmhmm, personally
I am prone to something like Devian.”

“Devian?  It
sounds like women’s face cream. Hmhmm, over my dead body.”

Allison
giggled, happiness flooding her heart and soul. 

She found her home.

Another happy ending

She
stood on the edge of the ocean.  Her blonde hair swaying gently in the breeze,
looking down at the kneeling man in front of her as he pushed the stunning ring
on her finger.  His hands moved around her hips, he gazed lovingly into her
eyes.  He had the most lascivious smile on his lips and this reporter can only
guess at what he just told his blushing bride.

Yes,
my fellow ‘Tycoon Twin’ followers, it is the romantic picture of Tiaan Sheppard
gazing into the sweet eyes of his blushing bride, Allison Hadley.  They had the
most romantic ceremony right here on the beach, with only their closest family
and friends.  The bride was breathtakingly beautiful, with a loose flowing
dress, carrying a single lily in her hands.  Her husband looked like he
belonged on the cover of a romance novel in his black pants and a loose white
shirt.  Both were barefoot.

His
eyes were glued to hers throughout the ceremony and there was not a single dry
eye around when they said their own vows to each other.

Sniff…I
am still emotional.  Yip, these two notorious bachelors taught me something
over the past few months.  There really is such a thing as happily ever after. 
Sigh…I can only hope that one day a dashing, gorgeous hunk crosses my path.

Well
ladies, this officially closes the chapter on the Tycoon Twins.

But
wait…do not despair, there is still the gloriously yummy racecar driver friend of
theirs.  Michael Hadley, who is none other than Brooklyn Sheppard’s brother and
cousin to Allison Sheppard.  He is expected to win the famous Dakar title again
this year.  Hmmm…he is just as yummy.  This reporter believes it is time to
become a racing groupie!  

Watch
this space, fellow Tycoon followers, Michael Hadley will not hide away from me.

Book 1 in
The Tycoon Series – completely re-edited.

Chapter One

A
smile hovered appreciatively across his wide mouth as his eyes caressed down
the long naked legs, and the half-naked butt cheeks that peeked out from the
very tiny pair of denim shorts.  He followed the long lean, yet curvy thighs
and shapely calves to her feet, encased in a pair of Cat boots with glittering
eyes.

She was bent over with her butt in the
air, her head buried in the engine of the V8 1972 Chevrolet Camaro while those
deliciously sexy hips swayed on the beat of
I like to move it
, blaring
on the radio.  She leaned over further and the tiny shorts pulled even higher
up between her butt cheeks. His breath strangled loudly in his throat, his cock
rising slowly in his jeans.

She shot upright at the sound, hitting
her head against the hood and his smile widened at her, “Ouch Damn it!”  All
his blood shot south so fast he nearly doubled over, when she turned around,
rubbing the back of her head. 

His eyes started at her feet, up those
amazing firm and long legs, hesitated at the top where they disappeared in the
frayed shorts and scorched over her tight stomach. His breath wheezed out
slowly as his eyes ate up the flesh peeking from between the open edges of the
white shirt, negligently tied low on her waist, leaving her torso and her firm
round breasts, covered by a purple satin bra, open to his gaze.  His smile
broadened when he noticed her nipples tighten even over the distance and his
mouth watered, wondering what they looked like … tasted like.

  Unwillingly, he moved from those
delicious mounds up her chest to hesitate on her coral colored lips, pressed in
a tight line, but with a bottom lip that still puffed out lusciously.  Her nose
was sweet, small and her eyes shot silver fire at him.  She had the most
beautiful almond shaped silver grey eyes, framed with thick, long black
lashes.  Her hair was of medium length and dark blonde with natural highlights
and worn in a tousled just-woken-up style. She was all honey, from the top of
her tousled hair to the soles of her feet.

She took his breath away and he smiled
even wider at her furious glare.

“Seen enough, mister?”  Her voice
triggered a further surge of arousal to his cock, soft, husky … sex in a sound.

“Not nearly, honey.  Care to show me
more?”

She nearly swallowed her tongue and
anger shivered down her spine.  How dare he undress her with his eyes?  She saw
his eyes dip to her chest once again and looking down nearly groaned out loud. 
She forced her hands to remain on her hips and not clutch the edges of her
shirt together.  The buttons must have popped undone and the shirt gaped open,
leaving her bare to his eyes. 

She refused to let him embarrass or
intimidate her and her eyes involuntary thrilled down his muscled frame.  He
was tall, probably close to six feet two with black hair, cut short and spiky. 
Dark eyebrows curved slightly over eyes as black as the night. His straight
nose was perfectly balanced over a wide mouth with sensual narrow lips,
perfectly balanced by a chiseled square jaw above a strong wide neck.
Impossibly wide muscled shoulders carried through into muscled arms and chest
that narrowed in a torso she was sure favored a six-pack.  Narrow hips flowed
in his long strongly muscled legs.  The thought crossed her mind that he must
be a bodyguard or bouncer at a club. Her eyes shot back to his when she
recognized the bulge in his pants and she cursed the heat surging to her core
when his laughing eyes caught her stare.

His eyebrows rose, the sensual smile
revealing a row of strong, white teeth and she ground hers in response.

“Were you looking for something in
particular?”  His broadening smile warned her what was coming.

“Oh honey… I found a hell of a lot
more than I came looking for.”  

He sauntered closer until he stood a
mere step away from her.  She refused to cower in front of him and straightened
to her full five feet seven and glared at him.

“Be assured, mister.  You have found
nothing that is available!”

His eyes dipped to her satin covered
breasts again.  She gasped when he lifted a hand and flipped his finger against
her protruding, tightly budded nipple. His eyes caught hers again, but his
smile was no more.

“Are you sure, honey?”

She lifted her arms to ward him off
with her hands on his hard chest and her palms heated instantaneously.  He
stepped into her and pressed his hips against hers with his hands around her
waist.

“Get away from me!” 

Her voice had lost its heat and came
out in a breathless whisper. He whispered back, his breath hot and a mere
centimeter from her mouth.

“Now, if your body gave me the same
order, maybe I would …”

He leaned closer and his lips
feathered over hers. It was heat … hot, sizzling heat that shot through her the
moment their lips met. He measured her lips with his, slowly caressing from
side to side.  His tongue traced the full bottom lip to nudge in between for
entry.

A loud crash outside the garage door
pulled them apart and they stood staring at each other, breathing shallowly. 
She pushed him away and stomped to the other side of the Camaro, glaring at
him.

“I think you’d better leave!”

His hot gaze travelled down the length
of her and slowly back up, smiling at her nipples that were still straining
tightly against the satin bra. He turned and sauntered to the side door from
where he entered. He smiled at her over his shoulder just before he
disappeared.

“Till we meet again, honey.”

It sounded too much like a promise for
Brooklyn’s peace of mind.   She grabbed the edges of her shirt together and
furiously buttoned it up.

“Cocky
jerk!” 

“Brooklyn
in a mood again, Michael?” 

Lucas Gibson asked his friend
laughingly. He watched the anger flash over Michael’s face every time the
driver of the Camaro, raced around the track and did something ridiculously
irresponsible.

“I am going to wring her bloody neck!”

“Still as violent as I remember.  I
thought you started to mellow with age?”

Michael’s back stiffened at the gruff
voice that rasped behind him while at the same time noticing the surprise in
Lucas’s eyes and the wide smile as he stormed past him. He turned to watch him
embrace the large, dark haired man in a bear hug.  He shook his head and his
smile was just as happy.  He took his turn and hugged his old friend and
slapped him on the back.

“Hell or high water!  I never thought
I’d see you today!  It is about time you hauled yourself out of that office and
joined the world of the living!”

“If only all of us could have a
carefree existence such as yours. How the hell are you, Mickey?”

“Couldn’t be better, especially now
that I know I aged better than you did.” 

They sparred back and forth until a
screech of tires and a tearing sound turned their attention back to the track. 
Michael went pale.

“Is that bloody woman crazy?” 

He tucked the earpiece back into his
ear and shouted in the receiver end.  “Get off his ass, you idiot!  If he
brakes you’ll be gone!”

Mason followed the red Camaro the hot
honey was working on in the garage, around the track and started to search
around the pits for any sign of her, only to laugh when Michael fell down in a
chair, his head in his hands.

“You seemed slightly troubled my
friend … and ageing by the minute.”

Michael speared him an annoyed glare,
jumped up and stood staring at the track again.  Mason looked at Lucas
questioningly, who just shrugged with a smile.

“It’s his own fault.  He allowed her
to start racing and now he has to suffer the consequences.  On days like this
when her temper is up, she borders on being reckless and he grows gray hair.”
Mason frowned … her?

“Bee … if you don’t back off his ass
RIGHT NOW, this is your last race!  Holy Shit!  BEE!” Michael shouted at the
driver.

The Camaro was a hair’s breadth away
from the Bentley in front of it.  Mason winced when the Bentley slammed on brakes,
expecting the Camaro to crash into it, but clearly the driver expected it and
continued to push the Bentley relentlessly. Only when they neared a sharp curve
in the track did the Camaro back off slightly and with a screech of tires shot
past the Bentley on the wide side when it rounded the curve, hugging the inside
of the track.

From that point the race was over. The
Camaro sped away from the Bentley at such speed it appeared to come to a
standstill.

Mason laughed and slapped Michael on
the shoulder.  “You don’t seem to have much control over your Bee, my friend.”

He growled and waved him to follow,
grumbling as they went.  “The day she ever listens is the day hell freezes
over.” 

They waited for the Camaro to stop
next to them. Lucas went around the car to assist the driver to climb from the
window.  He stood shaking his head when he was grabbed in a hug.

Michael was still angry and said to
Mason, “You can have her! I’ll be too happy to pass her on to you … she needs
someone to master that willfulness of hers.”

“Her?”

“My bloody sister.  You need a damn
hiding, Bee.  How the hell will I explain to Mom that you had an accident on a
race track when they don’t even know you own a bloody racing car?”

She pulled the helmet from her head
and shook her hair out and Mason’s heart stopped.  Goddamn!  The hot honey pot
was his army buddy’s sister. Then he smiled crookedly.

She turned around to charm her brother
with a smile and froze when her eyes met the crooked smile of the jerk from the
garage.  She nearly swallowed her smile because it turned into a grimace so
quickly.

“Calm down, Michael, I won didn’t I?”

“It’s not about winning.  You could
have been killed.  What the hell was the matter with you out there?”

Her glare fell on the grinning jerk
next to him and he got the message nice and clear. She turned to Michael and
tried to pacify him again.

“Michael, really; do you have to carry
on so in front of strangers?”

Michael looked around with a frown and
glared back at her, at which Mason burst out laughing.

Michael’s “What strangers?” and her
“Stop laughing you jerk!” were uttered at the same time and Michael stiffened.

“Bee!  Have you lost your manners
along the way as well?” 

She blushed, angry that he berated her
like a teenager in front of the muscled, hot and steamy brute that kissed her
socks off not so long ago.

“So, Mason my friend.  This is my very
rude and willful sister, Bee … and my offer still stands … you can have her.
She sure as hell doesn’t listen to me.”  Bee’s mouth dropped open.

“You … you know this je … guy?”  Lucas
draped his arm around her shoulder, slapped Mason on the arm and smiled down at
her.

“Yip, our Platoon Admiral when we were
in the army.  Best man there is to have by your side. Meet Mason Sheppard.”

She startled visibly and her voice was
soft when she asked, “You’re … Mason Sheppard?”

He nodded and enjoyed the red flush
that spread over her cheeks. 

“The … I don’t remember you ever
mentioning a Mason … what do you mean he can have me?” She sputtered to her
brother.

“You’ll remember him as Mace … I am
done Bee.  You will not come near this track in that car again.  Not until you
can prove to me you are responsible.”

“Now Mickey, don’t be like this.  I
was just a little … uptight.”

“Then you should know better than to
get in a car to race.  You are not a child anymore.  You keep telling me that. 
So act like a grown-up.”

Mason realized she was getting angry
and stepped in to prevent a full on war between the siblings.

“Mickey … thanks, I think I’ll take
you up on the offer and take her off your hands.  Seeing as I was the reason
for her being … uptight in the first place.”

They both swung around to look at him.
Bee with an outraged gasp and Michael with a raised eyebrow.  Mason just
grinned, and lifted an eyebrow at her.

“Coming, honey?”

“I am not your honey.”

“Ah … but you surely tas …”

“Very well! I’ll go with you,” she
hastily interrupted before the impudent jerk made their first meeting public …
and to her brother of all people.  He, of course, watched the interaction
between them with interest, rather than taking Mason to task for his
familiarity towards her, his own blood.

Mason took her hand and pulled her
along with him, striding in the direction of the restaurant.  Brooklyn had to
run to keep up with him.

“Slow down.  I don’t have stilts for
legs.”

He shortened his strides, but kept
walking and only looked at her when they sat across from each other in a very
secluded corner in the restaurant. She glared at him and that irritating grin
curved his lips.