Bigger and Badder (A Caldwell Hope Billionaire Romance)

by Jackson Kane

  We could do whatever we wanted together, go anywhere, and see everything. She would be by my side forever, and we’d watch our children grow and find love themselves.

  Fuck. That was all so corny!

  But goddamn if it didn’t sound amazing in my head. It was what I wanted with Heidi, but that was all just a show for Jackie toward the end. We could barely stand each other anymore. Heidi wasn’t the right one, but I was still glad for our time together. It gave me Jackie, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

  And now I was going to have another kid. The smile hadn’t left my lips since Judy told me she was pregnant. “Do you want a boy or a girl?”

  “Healthy. That’s what I want.” There was a tinge of sadness to her voice that crushed me.

  “You said before that you couldn’t have kids?”

  “I couldn’t. I mean, apparently I can get pregnant like a champ.” She tried for a weak smile, but it was gone in a heartbeat. “I don’t know. I—” She cut off to drag her hands over her face and exhale. This was obviously extremely difficult for her.

  “Did something happen?” Something definitely happened. Rather, it was gently finding out what happened. I wasn’t going to force her. She could tell me in her own time, in her own way.

  “Miscarriage,” Judy said with a heavy sigh. It was easy to see how heavily it weighed on her. “The doctor told me it was a miracle I was even able to get pregnant in the first place. They diagnosed me with polycystic ovaries. He encouraged adoption.”

  Judy went quiet for a little while. I didn’t say anything either, but I pulled her in as tightly as I could. I wanted to remind her that she wasn’t alone. I didn’t need words for that.

  “That was the last nail in the coffin with Doug I think.” She started again. “Although, honestly? The relationship had soured long before that.” Judy paused again for a time. There was no rush, no reason not to give her all the time in the world.

  I’d have given her the rest of my life if that’s what she needed.

  “She’d… have been around the same age as Jackie, I think.” Her voice choked off at the end.

  I slid out from behind her and planted my elbow on the bed to properly look at her. Judy covered her eyes right away but still couldn’t stem the tide of tears from driving down her cheeks.

  “I don’t care what the doctor says.” I brushed her cheek with my thumb and pulled back one of her hands. I wanted her to see my concern; I wanted her to feel that I was here for her, and that I wouldn’t let her go through this alone. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

  “What if I can’t keep it? What if—” She gasped in air to keep herself from crying harder.

  “It won’t come to that, I promise.”

  “That’s a promise even you can’t keep,” she said darkly.

  “You’re right. But what I can promise is that I’ll be right there with you every step of the way. I’ll send you to the best doctors in the world. Your pain is now my pain.” I stared as deeply as I could into her sad green eyes. I wished I could pour the certainty I felt into her. I wanted to wash away all her old emotional scars. “I love you.”

  Her eyes widened. Neither of us saw that coming. Just because it was a surprise, didn’t mean I meant it any less. I did love her. I think a part of me even loved her all the way back at that masquerade party.

  She was that missing part of my soul that refused to be filled with anything but her. I felt like a fool for not realizing it until now. I’d achieved so much; I was wealthy in so many ways for so long, but so incredibly poor in love.

  Not anymore.

  I lowered my lips onto hers and kissed her. The salt from her tears made the whole thing feel real. Real love wasn’t always roses and beauty. Sometimes it was pain and tears, and vulnerability. Sometimes it was wet crying kisses.

  “I love you, too,” she said in between kisses and sobs, her lips frantically searching mine. As she shifted for a better position, her arm slipped out and punched over a stack of art books and romance novels she kept on her bedside table. They clattered noisily across the floor. She wrapped her arms around me and started to laugh at her clumsiness. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess of a person.”

  “You are a beautiful disaster,” I said, pulling back enough to clear the last of the tears from her face. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

  “How are you even real?” Judy smiled in disbelief and edged out from under me.

  “I could ask you the same thing.” I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. Her blonde hair fell around me in sheets as she giggled and half-heartedly protested. “So many people in my professional life are so two-dimensional that they put cardboard cutouts to shame.”

  “Well, I’ll have you know that I can knock things over in all three dimensions.” Judy raised an eyebrow and nodded. She propped herself up, arching her back and flipped her hair over her smooth shoulder.

  The light in the other room bathed her naked form with a warm glow. I studied her every curve from her collarbones down to her hips. Every delicious inch of her was stunning. The engine inside me, the one that had brought her to the brink of so many orgasms, switched back on and was starting to hum.

  Soon it would rumble.

  “What else can you do?” I asked, sliding a hand up from her stomach to between her breasts. My palm was big enough to devour all of her cleavage, and my fingers were long so that my thumb and pinky could reach both her perky pink nipples.

  The weight she wore around her heart was lifted and was finally written on her face. Her tears were dry and wiped away, and she didn’t have any makeup on so aside from her eyes being a little puffy, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she’d been crying at all. That warmed my heart, because that meant I was doing something right.

  I liked that feeling.

  “I can return the favor.” On her wrist, Judy wore a purple hair elastic; and with a few well-practiced movements, she had it all tucked behind her in a high and tight ponytail. Her full tits bounced as she swayed and swished the ponytail behind her.

  Watching her made my lower stomach tighten with desire. Judy sat on my lap and grinded her ass against my thighs. Her hot, wet pussy blazed against my skin. It stoked a furnace in me that was still warm with embers, from when I went down on her. Under her pressure, my cotton boxers started to stretch and expand as my cock pushed down my leg.

  I could still taste her on my tongue. It made me almost drunk for more. I wanted to split her legs to the side like a birthday present and fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week without remembering my long, hard cock inside her.

  I didn’t realize how much my balls ached for her until she slipped off me completely. I involuntarily crunched up toward her when she pulled down the last piece of clothing between us. Like a metal beam under pressure, my cock sprang to life now it was freed from its cotton prison.

  “Jesus.” Her eyes flared when she saw it. My cock was long enough that it slapped against my belly button when it was released. “Good thing I wasn’t too close! You’ll take an eye out with that thing.”

  I moaned, flexing against her, growing harder and fatter as she grabbed my cock in her hands and squeezed. Even with two hands, she could barely contain me. Fuck I loved the sight of her cresting the tip, then plunging back down to the base.

  There was only one thing better than that.

  As if she’d read my mind, Judy crawled further down the bed enough so she could place the very tip of her tongue on the head of my swollen cock. I folded her pillow and shoved it behind my head. I wanted to watch every second of the show.

  Teasingly, her plump lips smacked off the head of my cock.

  “Now.” I groaned. My balls pulsed in uncomfortable anticipation “That’s not fair.”

  Judy smiled, kissing again. “Since when does the Grim Reaper of yadda yadda yadda care what’s fair?”

  “You make a valid point.” I dragged my hand up the back of her head and pushed her d
own on my cock.

  Judy’s eyes flashed again, resisting for a second, then cracked a grin and dove in herself. She parted her hot lips and took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could without choking. Her hot tongue slid around my fat girth, licking and sucking.

  I took one of her hands and started jerking myself off to show her how I liked it. Judy caught on immediately and put both hands to work, squeezing up and down my long shaft. She knew what she wanted and went for it. Judy was incredible; it was like her hands were made for my cock.

  I wanted to let her bring me all the way, let her suck my soul out of my cock. It wasn’t long before she made me want to blow. I wanted to blast my hot seed down her throat more than anything.

  Almost anything.

  I grabbed her ponytail like a handle and pulled. There was popping sound and a long line of saliva as she came off my cock.

  “Did I do something wrong?” She looked up at me with a hint of self-consciousness.

  “No,” I said, easily flipping her onto her back. She bounced on the bed, her tits jiggling seductively. I moaned at the sight of her. My engine was white hot. I was primed and ready to let loose on her. “If anything, you were too good.”

  I put her on her back and threw one of her legs over each of my shoulders. My cock bobbed between her thighs. I grabbed the base of my length and slapped it against her hungry clit.

  “Oh fuck.” Judy’s chin pushed up toward the ceiling, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her slit parted greedily, ready for me. And fuck was she wet.

  I bit into her leg as I pushed myself in. My head and shaft disappeared inside her. Her breathing was sharp and shallow. The walls of her pussy had to stretch to fit me, so I went slow enough to not hurt her.

  When I bottomed out deep inside, I didn’t pull out. Not just yet. I leaned forward to nearly lie on top of her. Her legs came with me, lifting her ass slightly up off the bed. I squeezed her tit in one hand and pinched her nipple in the other.

  “Do you like that?”

  Judy bit her lip and nodded eagerly.

  I licked the nipple I’d been pinching, and she squeaked. The lick turned into a suck, as I slowly started to pull my cock out. Her nails dug into my back, slowing me even more. When I got most of the way out, I pushed back in a little faster. She crushed her walls all around me as I did, the pressure heavenly.

  I developed a rhythm where I gradually picked up speed with the thrusts. I felt every inch of her sliding over for me, yielding for me; it made my head swim. My lips, and occasionally teeth, switched from nipple to nipple to chest, then to neck as I fucked her.

  I slid my hand down her curves, finally resting at the nook I made at her waist. I squeezed her side and ass tight, anchoring myself, and my cock, into a faster, harder rhythm.

  Judy moaned my name. Not loud at first. She could barely draw in enough air to make out the words, but the closer she got to coming again, the easier and louder her voice returned to her.

  “Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I can’t even!” Judy’s whole body vibrated and jerked with ecstasy. When I briefly let go of her waist and slapped her ass, she screamed in delight.

  The bed rocked under the force of our fucking. It slammed into the wall over and over. It was lucky she didn’t have any neighbors. I couldn’t believe how good she felt. I wasn’t just fucking the girl I danced with so long ago and couldn’t stop thinking about.

  I was fucking the mother of my child.

  I was… making love.

  “Oh oh oh fuck!” Judy’s body went stone rigid, then shivered, from the back of her neck to her pointed toes, as the orgasm rippled through her. “I’m coming. Fuck me, I’m coming!”

  I kissed her chin, tasting sweat, either hers or mine. It didn’t matter. We were one in so many ways. And now we even came together as well. Her bone-rattling orgasm was the final straw that pushed me over the edge.

  I dropped my head to her chest that was spotted with paint and sweat. I pumped my seed deep into her; my balls quivered as they unloaded in blissful release. I came so hard I had to shut my eyes.

  What was this woman doing to me?

  “Fuck me.” I collapsed on top of her, letting her legs slip off my shoulders. I pulled out and laid next to her, exhausted. My adrenaline drained away with my cum. I realized just how tired I was. I hadn’t really slept in days. I was too worried about making things right with Judy.

  I didn’t care what any doctor said. If she wasn’t pregnant before, she sure as fuck was now.

  “What now?” Judy asked distantly. We both just went through so much, that it wasn’t all that surprising she’d have a lot on her mind.

  The bed was a wreck. The covers, sheets, and pillows were all on the floor. Even the fitted sheet had been come undone and was partly wrapped around my leg.

  “Now?” I slid my arm under her and pulled her sweaty body against mine. Her pulse had just stopped racing, and her breathing was only finally slowing as well. I was a force to be reckoned with before, and that was before I felt as whole as I did now. “We kick that piece-of-shit Aaron Miller out and save your damn town.”

  Judy’s lips pulled to one side. It was one of her tells, the expression only happened when she was uncertain. Something was wrong.

  “Can we…,” she asked with upturned eyes. “Can we take showers before we save the town? We’re pretty fucking gross.”

  Twenty-Eight

  Garrett

  “Cole Briggs will be landing in fifteen minutes, sir,” Michael said from the other side of the office in my hotel suite. We'd been at it all week; Judy started calling players with us, asking for their help.

  Cutting it close, Cole.

  We were building a team for one game only. And that game was tomorrow night.

  It was like fantasy football, only with real players and a hell of a lot of real money being spent. All the best guys were still playing, vying to be one of the last two teams for the championship.

  It was slow going. Most of my own teammates were scattered all over; a few had retired, and one had even died. For all the glitz and glamour, professional football was a dangerous career. So many concussions and brain damage. For my daughter's sake, I was glad I got out when I did.

  “And Nate Goodman?”

  Michael checked his watch. “About four more hours till he arrives. He'll be the last one. We have our team, sir. Well, mostly.” Michael corrected himself.

  We were still a man down, but that was the best we were going to get. I’d found out that Aaron Miller had been paying off, or threatening, players I’d contacted. He’d been undermining me at every turn.

  “Good work, Michael.” I got up and stretched, tired from staring into computer screens and countless phone calls. “Let Byron know I'm on my way down, then take the rest of the night off.”

  “Byron left feeling ill, sir. Another chauffeur will be ready and waiting.”

  I nodded to Michael and made my way to the living room. I personally went to pick up each player that flew in. It was the least I could do for them agreeing to come out and play on such short notice.

  I stopped and hovered in the doorway behind the kitchen. I got a full view of Judy playing Minecraft with Jackie. The sight made my heart soar. Jackie was giving her a virtual tour of the house she built in the video game.

  “This is your room.” Jackie beamed, moving her avatar around the moss-covered stone bedroom. It was about an hour before her bedtime and, for the first time ever, Jackie wasn't wearing one of Heidi's old shirts. She wore these Batgirl onesie pajamas that Judy picked up for her. “I made a fireplace, and a water elevator, and a thing that makes cakes, then shoots them.”

  I didn't know if it meant real psychological growth for her in coping with the loss of her mother, but it sure felt like it. It was clear to see that Judy filled a void in her life that Jackie desperately needed. I couldn't believe I almost robbed her of that.

  “I get my own room?” Judy asked excitedly. “Sweet!” She of course wore
her pair of Batgirl pajamas, too, so they matched.

  There were so many terrible things I wanted to do to her in those black-and-yellow pajamas. She anticipated that, or was hopeful of the foreplay, because she bought a second pair for when she actually went to bed.

  “It's nighttime now. Wanna go out and fight monsters?”

  “Oh, I was born to fight monsters.” Judy glanced over and saw me smiling at her. “You've got some levels; you should enchant your armor and sword first. I'll be right back.”

  I loved watching her walk over to me, knowing that she was all mine. She made me feel so strong and awake when she was around. Judy was a kid at heart, which was great because I wasn't. We were like puzzle pieces from different boxes that inexplicably fit together perfectly.

  These past few days with her were incredible. There was a lot of work to do getting a team together, but in the brief interludes in between, life with her came alive. It was never like this with Heidi, even during the good times. Judy and I clicked.

  We'd taken a break last night to watch The Grinch as a family. It made sense with Christmas being a few days away. Jackie had fallen asleep on the floor at our feet. There was a part toward the end of that film where the narrator says, “the Grinch's heart grew three sizes.” Well, that's how it felt every time I looked at Judy now. My heart was full enough to burst from my chest and explode into fireworks.

  “Are you going out again?” Judy asked, draping herself across me.

  “I am.” I spoke the words with my lips just grazing hers. The quiver raced through her back and down her thighs. I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

  Michael came out of the office and set up his laptop like he always did when I had to leave Jackie for a business meeting. A thought rocketed through me. It made me extremely nervous.

  “Would you—” Did I really want to do this? The thought of having a woman I liked watch my daughter scared me. It was a completely irrational fear because I trusted Judy with my life. As a parent though, trusting anyone to care for your child is a nerve-wracking experience.