Billionaire Bad Boys: The Company Ink Series

by Kira Blakely

  “Oh, before that,” Nathan interrupts as he pours himself a glass of Scotch. “How did you and Grant meet again?”

  I frown. “We met while I was camping.”

  “And both of you were alone?”

  “Nothing happened between us, I swear. We just talked.”

  “Okay.”

  Another deep breath. “Anyway, I was about to say I’ve made my decision.”

  He takes a sip from his glass. “Go on.”

  “I’ve decided to work for the Seeker,” I tell him. “I was thinking I’d tell Henry tomorrow.”

  “Well, it’s good that you finally made up your mind. What made you?”

  “Just knowing that it’s what I’ve really dreamed of.”

  He nods. “I’m sure you’ll do great. I’m happy for you.”

  He says, that but I can hear the tinge of sadness in his voice.

  “And there’s one more thing.”

  “Yes?”

  “I’ve decided to trust you.”

  His eyebrows crease. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m saying working for the Seeker isn’t goodbye. It’s something I’m doing for me but I want you to know it doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you anymore or anything. After all, I love you, Nathan Landers.”

  He stops in the act of bringing his glass to his lips.

  “You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were like a wild animal. Untamed. I thought I could tame you, but then, I realized I don’t really want to. I want you as you are. I don’t want you in a cage. You don’t want me in a cage either, do you?”

  He sets down his glass and walks over to me.

  “I’m just going to spread my wings, but that doesn’t mean–”

  I don’t finish because Nathan’s mouth is suddenly on mine, robbing me of breath and words.

  Afterward, he looks into my eyes as he strokes my cheek, and at the warmth I see there, my heart stops.

  “Nathan?”

  “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Sam, and God help me but damn, I love you.”

  And he kisses me again. Fiercer this time.

  He loves me.

  It takes a while for the confession to register, but once it does, I feel my spirit soaring, joy welling in my chest as my heart races.

  Nathan loves me.

  I kiss him back just as fiercely, placing my hands around his neck.

  He wraps his arms tighter around me, pressing his body against mine.

  I feel his heart beating just as furiously as mine is.

  And I feel something else throbbing.

  Both of them are mine.

  Thrilled with that knowledge, I lead Nathan to the bedroom. He seems surprised that I’m taking the lead this time, but he follows eagerly.

  I take off my clothes. Somehow, I’m no longer shy.

  I belong to him now.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says, placing his hands on my waist.

  I take his hands, kissing each palm, then place them on my breasts.

  “And I’m all yours.”

  Again, our lips meet, his hands cupping my swollen breasts, his thumbs pressing against my pert nipples.

  My hands go to the buttons of his shirt, popping them off one by one. Then I slip the shirt off him and work on his belt next. And his zipper.

  His pants fall to his knees and I cup his crotch, stroking the bulge I feel there, delighting in how it quivers and arches against my hand.

  “Shit,” he mutters as he pulls his lips away, planting them on the side of my neck as he, too, reaches between my legs to stroke my sex.

  My knees shake. Still, I part my legs, letting him stroke as much as he wants and letting him slip a finger in.

  I gasp. “So good.”

  It’s too good, in fact, that I can’t keep stroking him, grabbing his shoulders instead to keep myself from falling as my knees melt.

  He puts me on top of the bed, kissing my breasts, the soft curve of my belly, the insides of my thighs, my knees and then finally, my sex.

  And it’s no ordinary kiss.

  “Spread your legs wider, love,” he orders.

  I obey, moaning and fisting the sheets as his wicked tongue plunders.

  “Remember.” He stops to hold my gaze. “You can spread your wings as much as you want, but you’ll spread your legs only for me.”

  “I promise.”

  I never intended to do so for anyone else, not since the day I met him.

  He’s the only one who can make me feel this way.

  Ensnared and yet so free, every fiber of my being alive and buzzing with excitement.

  As the tip of his tongue teases my clit, I cry out, and when it enters me, I come undone, my whole body trembling with the force of my release.

  He’s the only one who can bring me to such heights of pleasure.

  And he knows it, wearing that devilish grin as he takes off his boxers.

  As before, the sight of him fully erect leaves me stunned.

  This time, though, I plan to do more than just admire its view.

  I leave the bed, kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around him.

  Mine.

  “Sam?”

  I don’t answer, proceeding to do something I’ve never done before.

  Licking. Sucking.

  Nathan moans, his body trembling. “Shit.”

  His fingers become entwined with my hair as he pulls. I keep moving, my fingers biting into his ass, my lips holding him captive.

  How do I know what I’m doing? I don’t.

  I just know I want to please him, and I know I’m succeeding based on what I’m hearing, each moan and curse vibrating through me.

  Suddenly, he pushes me away, lifting me off my knees and leading me back to the bed.

  When I throw him a questioning glance, he cups my sex, still hot from wanting him.

  “I’d rather come in here. Don’t you?”

  I nod. “Go on, then. Don’t hold back.”

  He doesn’t. Quickly, he enters me, and after pausing for a moment to let me adjust, he pounds into me.

  I cling to him, squeezing him. “Harder.”

  I want him to go wild.

  He bends me in half, his massive cock plunging into my very core.

  God. Oh, God. It’s so good…

  God!

  Again, pleasure takes over and this time, it’s not just over me but over him as well, his body trembling with mine, his groans echoing my moans.

  When it has subsided, he pulls out and pulls me into his arms. We lie still, gasping for air.

  Then when I can move again, I prop myself up on an elbow and look at Nathan’s face, his cheeks still flushed, his eyes still dazed, his lips curved into a smile of contentment.

  Mentally, I snap a picture of it, committing it to memory.

  No matter how far apart we are, I know that image will bring him closer to me.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.

  “Nothing,” I say, resting my head on his chest just above his heart.

  No matter where I go, his heart is my home, as mine is his. Knowing that, we both can run wild and wander free.

  No one and nothing can tame us.

  The End

  Winning is just what I do!

  Playmaker.

  Panty scorcher.

  The shit.

  All names that apply to me. Yeah, I’m cocky. It’s hard not be when you’re an NFL star and let's be real, look and play like me.

  Everything in my life was running smooth until this fiery redhead wanders into the road almost killing us both.

  She had the nerve to call me a jack a*s. But DAMN she’s smoking hot when she’s mad.

  I need to focus. I don’t have time to hang around and argue with her. I’m late. I hastily make my get away trying to get her off my Mind. I'm finding this hard in more ways than one.

  Then our paths cross again. She’s at my football game
that I was late for because of HER. Unfortunately, she’s not there to see me. She’s with one of my teammates and he’s no friend of mine.

  Chapter One

  Sean

  I know I’m infamous for knocking millions of girls off their feet, but I’m sure they didn’t mean that I literally run their asses over with my truck, the way I almost did with this one.

  For the record, I did not mean to almost hit her with my car. I wasn’t on a mission to kill her. She just flew right across the road! She wasn’t looking where she was going because she was chasing after this huge dog. If it weren’t for my quick reflexes, she’d have ended up like a squished bug on my windshield.

  I rolled the windows down and put my head out as I glared at her.

  “Watch where you’re going!” I yelled. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped, probably surprised that I would actually yell at her. Well, what did she expect? An apology?

  Hell no.

  “Excuse me, asshole, but maybe you should learn how to drive!” she yelled back, stomping towards my car. I raised one eyebrow and got out of my car. What the hell is with this chick?

  “You’re the one who doesn’t know how to cross the road!” I retorted.

  “You’re the one who’s speeding!” she snapped back, and my brows furrowed.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, not knowing what she meant, and she scoffed.

  She stopped right in front of me and looked up at my face, her green eyes blazing with anger.

  “Last time I checked, the sign said the speed limit was 50, not 150,” she hissed. I glanced at the speed limit and, sure enough, she was right. I was speeding. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t in the wrong, either.

  Years of practice in keeping my face looking perpetually pissed off during games helped me keep my cool, but the lush quality of her voice as she spoke seeped into my ear and made the hairs on my arms stand up.

  If I was less of a badass, I would’ve shaken from head to toe.

  I put my head down so my lips brushed the shell of her ear, and I smirked when she stiffened.

  “Well, last time I checked, you had to look to your left and right before crossing the road,” I whispered back, my breath caressing her neck and the side of her face. My smirk grew bigger as I watched her shiver from it.

  “You almost hit a dog because of your speeding!” she cried.

  “You said the operative word, lady. ‘Almost.’ I ‘almost’ hit him. Which means I didn’t,” I said smugly. Her eyes widened comically, and she raised her arms wide.

  “Oh wow! ‘Operative,’ huh? Big word for a dumb jock,” she fired back.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, lady, but I did well in college,” I responded, scowling. “Look, I’m sorry I almost ran you and your dog over, but this wouldn’t have happened if you crossed the damn road properly,” I said, trying to ease the situation.

  “Excuse me?” she said, looking at me like I said something completely unbelievable.

  She glared at me and then…

  “Oh, fuck!” I yelled.

  She had stomped on my toe with her foot! I felt the sharp, intense pain shooting from my pinky toe all the way to my neck, and I leaned onto my car for support as I cradled my poor foot.

  “Why the hell did you have to do that?” I screamed at her.

  “Because you deserved it!” she yelled back.

  “What the fuck, lady?!”

  “This bitch is crazy,” I growled under my breath. “No way am I sticking around here.” I had had enough of this crazy fest for one day. I got back into my car and slammed my foot to the pedal and sped off, not bothering to turn around as I heard her call out. I was already late enough for the game as it was, and I was not about to risk any other part of my limbs for her to injure. She told me she could take care of it, and then she was going to call me?! What the fuck does she want me to do?!

  It was too bad, though. She was kind of hot in a tomboy sort of way. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid, but the sun hit her locks in a way that made her pretty, little red head shine. Her cute mouth was in a constant scowl.

  I saw my phone light up from the corner of my eye and I cursed. It’s probably my coach calling again, wanting to know where the hell I was. I had asked Evan to cover for me, but I guess he finally got fed up with me as well and decided not to be a bro today. Bastard.

  Granted, I get why he’s mad. We did kind of party hard last night, and I vaguely remember him warning me that I should not push my luck and see if I can score a threesome with those two girls I saw eyeing me at the bar. But after being friends for so many years, he should’ve realized that words like that only sounded like a dare to me.

  It only took sixteen minutes to get them to take me back to their apartment, and we had fun all night long. I woke up the next day and damn it, seeing both these women on either side of me naked made me so hard I had to have them again for a repeat performance.

  That was an hour and a half ago. I was so focused on making all of us come that by the time we finished, I moved like my ass was on fire, paranoid that I’d be late for the game. I finished showering and hightailed it out of there in record time, and I could’ve made it to the game on time…if it hadn’t been for Miss bat-shit crazy and her dog.

  My phone lit up again and I sighed, picking it up. I winced, bracing myself for some yelling before putting the phone to my ear.

  “Hello?” I said hesitantly.

  “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, BOY?!” came Coach Finnegan’s voice from the other end. I yanked my phone away from my ear as I quickly racked my brain for a good enough reason to placate him.

  “I’m sorry, Coach. The traffic was te–,” I tried to say before he cut me off.

  “Traffic? Don’t give me that bullshit, West! John already told me about your night out at the bar, and so help me, boy, if you come to this field nursing a hangover, I will have you running wind sprints till you barf out your insides! Get your ass over here now!” he yelled before ending the call.

  I flipped my phone back to the passenger seat, annoyed because if it weren’t for that little issue with the woman earlier, I’d probably be at the football field by now. The day would’ve been perfect if she hadn’t crossed the road and ruined it.

  “If I ever see that girl again, it would be too soon,” I grumbled to myself.

  Chapter Two

  Charlie

  To: Parker

  Your wide receiver = TOTAL DOUCHEBAG

  I’ll be late for your game, have to do something important ASAP.

  Will make it up to you. Sorry.

  I hit ‘SEND’ and shoved my phone back into my bag. I knew Parker was going to be disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to watch him play the whole game, but because of that prick, I had to take care of this big fella first and take him back to the vet.

  I placed my hand on his neck and he whimpered slightly, leaning into my touch as he gazed at me with big, golden eyes.

  “I told you not to run off. Now look what happened,” I spoke softly to him. I scratched behind his ears as my other hand looked and felt for any injuries, and he started shaking as I touched his foreleg. He didn’t seem to have any injuries and was just a little scared, but I didn’t want to make assumptions. I had to take him back to the vet to be sure.

  My initial plan was to pick the dog up and pile him into that speeding car, but when I looked up it was already gone, speeding away from me and his responsibility towards almost killing me and this dog. So, now I had to carry him. Ugh...

  I petted his stomach and back once more, getting him relaxed enough before I carefully placed both of my hands underneath his body and picked him up, my breath coming out in huge puffs as I struggled to carry him and walk back to town.

  I had watched football so many times now, especially Parker’s team, and I knew each player’s faces and positions. It pains me to admit it now, but Sean West was one of my favorites. He was an extremely skilled player, and he came across
as cocky most of the time, but I had justified it by telling myself that he had a right to be cocky since he had the skills to prove it. But I had never thought he’d be such an asshole in real life.

  Parker had complained to me once or twice about Sean West, but I always thought he was exaggerating, especially since Parker and Sean had a sort of rivalry going on between them. What happened today confirmed to me that Parker was right, though. He really was a jerk of epic proportions.

  I felt so ashamed now, too, because I couldn’t believe that my biggest football crush ever wasn’t as beautiful inside as he was hot as hell on the outside. His dark brown hair, turquoise eyes, luscious lips and tanned complexion served as a mask for the ugly personality he had lying underneath.

  The dog whimpered again and I cooed at him, trying to make him feel better.

  “We’re almost there, big guy, just hang on,” I told him.

  ***

  “Well, there really was nothing to worry about, Charlie. He just got a little shocked earlier, that’s all. A little rest and some food will fix him right up in no time,” the veterinarian explained. I sighed in relief and scratched the dog’s head, grinning as I watched his tail wag happily.

  “I’m glad he’s okay now,” I said.

  “Care to tell me what happened when he escaped from here?” she asked, and I shook my head.

  “It’s a long story. One that I’m not too keen on remembering. What matters is he’s fine now,” I replied. “So, when is his owner picking him up?”

  The vet shook her head, her eyes drooping sadly.

  “Unfortunately, he has no owner. Diana had brought him here because she saw him rummaging through the trash for food, and she feared he might have worms,” she explained.

  “Well, then what are we supposed to do?” I asked worriedly.

  The vet clinic had a policy to turn over all dogs which owners didn’t come to pick them up after a set period of time over to the pound, and I knew what happened to most of them there who didn’t get adopted.

  “He’s not going to survive there,” I whispered, and the vet nodded.

  Black labs like this dog ate a lot, and as much as I’d like to adopt him, I didn’t have the space or the money to take care of him. But I couldn’t leave him here.