Billionaire's Trust (Standalone Book) (Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)

by Davis, Alexa

  There was not a dry eye in the house as he slipped the ring on my finger and the officiate pronounced us man and wife. Dax lifted one hand to brush the stray hairs from my cheek before he bent down and wrapped his arms around me. He looked deep into my eyes as he mouthed, “I love you,” before he bent and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss as he lifted me off of my feet and raised one arm in victory.

  “Hey, don’t drop me, Malone!” I cried as I felt myself slipping out of his grasp. “This dress cost a fortune, buddy!”

  “Don’t get sassy with me, Mrs. Malone,” he said as he kissed me again and gently lowered me to the floor. We joined hands and as the crowd of friends and family clapped and cheered, Dax and I walked down the aisle into the next chapter of our lives.

  Epilogue – Dax

  In the low light of our bridal suite, I looked at my wife and shook my head. How had I gotten so lucky? This had been a day more perfect than I ever could have imagined. The only thing that could have made it better would have been to have my parents alive to see it.

  Brooke looked beautiful, in a dress that was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It started out deep blue at the base and got lighter and lighter until at the top it was the lightest shade of robin’s egg blue. I knew this because I’d been the one to help her pick it out. We’d decided to reject all the traditional wedding dictates and create a celebration that reflected everything we valued and loved.

  We’d had a rough time after the shooting while I’d recovered. And we’d had to go to court to support Riza as she was put on trial for Lydia’s murder. When the judge asked her why she’d done it, Riza simply said she didn’t know. There was no good reason for it, and she couldn’t remember doing it. I still had my doubts about whether she’d actually done it or whether she’d been the fall guy for someone else’s crime, but she had seemed to make peace with it. Roger proved to be a solid lawyer and a good friend to her.

  After the trial was over, I’d kept my promise to Brooke and done everything in my power to extract myself from the drug trade. I’d made a deal with one of the north side guys to let him be silent owner of Apex if he’d let Kesha run it the way she saw fit. I wanted to sell it to her, but she just didn’t have the cash to buy it. So I did the next best thing and retained ownership of the club until Kesha could raise the cash to buy it. I let the north siders do their thing in the back room and didn’t ask questions. I knew that Kesha had made her own deal with them, but I didn’t interfere. Once she’d made enough bank to buy the place, I’d be out of that world for good.

  Then, I took the profits I’d been banking and bought a couple of properties on Skid Row and set out to develop them so that folks living there could have a grocery store and other small neighborhood stores. I trained the workers and only hired people from the neighborhood. I would never want for money, so I figured I could use my good fortune to help change the neighborhood for the better and maybe benefit kids who were in the same situation as Beck and I had been.

  Beck got clean, and I bankrolled his college degree. He was now a sophomore at UCLA, working on a degree in nursing and hoping to enter the rehab sector once he graduated and earned his license. All in all, we were doing pretty well.

  I looked at my wife and smiled as she wrestled with the zipper on her dress. She’d never looked lovelier than she had looked standing in front of me reciting her vows, and I’d never loved her more than I did today.

  “C’mere, and let me help you with that, silly woman,” I chuckled as she walked over and turned around. I couldn’t help myself as I reached up and swept her hair off of her neck before I leaned down and kissed her softly. She sighed as she leaned into my kiss and I slowly unzipped her dress, letting it sink in a brilliant blue pool on the ground at her feet.

  “Mrs. Malone, you were the most beautiful woman at the party today,” I whispered as I slipped my hands around her body and ran them up until I gently cupped her full beautiful breasts, one in each hand.

  “And you were the most dashing man at the party, Mr. Malone,” she sighed. “I’m so lucky to have married such a handsome man.”

  “And talented,” I said. “Don’t forget how talented I am.”

  “Oh, I don’t think you’ll ever let me forget that, Mr. Malone,” she whispered as I bent down and ran my tongue up her neck.

  “Not if I have my way, you won’t,” I said, smiling as I teased her nipples with my fingers and drew a soft moan from between her lips.

  “You do that so well,” she sighed as I slid my hands under her lingerie and began teasing in earnest. I quickly undid the rest of her trappings and before I knew it, my wife stood before me naked and shining in the low light.

  “My God, you are beautiful,” I murmured as I scooped her up and carried her to our wedding bed. “I’m never going to be able to get enough of you.”

  “Mmmm,” she replied as she stretched up and wrapped her arms around my neck so she could pull me down into a deep kiss. “Get those clothes off and come test that theory out!”

  I quickly shed my wedding suit and climbed into bed next to her. I loved running my hands over her bare skin, not only because she was so soft and warm, but because it elicited a response I loved no matter how many times I did it.

  “Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?” she asked as she ran her hand up my arm and watched me admiring the curve of her hip as she lay pressed against me.

  “I doubt it, but I’ll let you know if it ever happens on my end,” I said with a wink. “We may need to bring in a pinch hitter if that happens.”

  “You’re such a jerk!” she laughed as she reached down between my legs and firmly grasped me with her hand. “You’d better be careful because I now own half of this.”

  “You wish!” I said as I slid my hand between her thighs and slipped my fingers between her silky lips. She cried out softly as I began stroking. “Then, this is half mine.”

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she continued squeezing and stroking in time to my rhythm. I leaned over and kissed her deeply as we lost ourselves in the attempt to please each other. I could feel her becoming more aroused, and I knew I was growing harder in her hand. When I slipped a finger just inside her tight wet entrance and felt her grip me, I knew I had to have her.

  I pulled her on top of me as I rolled onto my back and slid my shaft between her dripping wet lips. She moved back and forth, coating me in her wetness as we both moaned and ached for more. The intensity of the teasing drove us both to the edge of our raging desire. In one swift movement, she gripped the base of my shaft and slipped the tip just inside her tight opening. She rocked back and forth a little, teasing me by pushing in and pulling out as I felt her juices running down the length of my shaft and coating everything below it.

  I moaned loudly, wanting to thrust up inside of her and feel myself buried in her warm wet womb, but I knew better. I knew that if I waited for her to make the first move, it would be that much more intense and amazing. And when she did, it was.

  She teased until I begged her to stop, and then she looked down at me with those beautiful blue eyes as she took me inside of her in one quick motion.

  I cried out as I felt her enveloping me and then rocking back and forth before she began the familiar rhythm I’d come to know and love. I gripped her hips as I thrust up to meet her downward motion and felt her riding me harder and faster as she rocked. I reached down and began stroking her sensitive little nub, knowing full well that she was on the edge of a huge orgasm and that all I had to do was stroke her enough to send her flying off the edge. And so I did.

  I felt it building as she tightened around me and I thrust up into her harder and deeper as I felt her begin to climax. She cried out and fell forward as she braced herself against my shoulders and rode me harder. I held her thighs and thrust up again and again, feeling my own release just moments away.

  “That’s it,” she moaned. “Oh God, yes! Dax, please! Yes!” The sound of her pleasure sent me flyi
ng off the edge of the cliff. I felt my whole body go numb for a moment as the heat moved from my feet to my head and then engulfed me in a wave of pleasure so intense that I cried out as my hips pumped upward of their own volition. I couldn’t stop as I rode the wave with her, both of us moving and sliding against each other.

  When we were finally still again, I lifted her damp hair off of her face and said, “I don’t think I’ll need a pinch hitter.”

  Brooke burst out laughing and lay in my arms until we both fell into a deep, deep sleep.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 Alexa Davis