by Katie Dowe
“Ready to go back inside?” he asked her softly as they got to the end of the path.
“Yes,” she told him quietly.
He took off her coat and hung it on the rail along with his and then taking her hands inside his he began rubbing them to get rid to the chill. He had spread a blanket near to the fireside and he took her hand and led her to it. He had brought pillows as well. “You are spoiling me,” she murmured as he started unbuttoning her blouse.
“You deserved to be spoiled.” He murmured pushing away the material and passing his hands over the black lace covering her generous curves. “You are an amazing woman and I love you very much.”
“I love you too Matthew.”
He unhooked the front clasp of her bra and gazed at her breasts. The nipples were already stiff and he looked at them hungrily. He took off her denims, sliding them off her slowly and then pulled down her panties, his hands touching her gently. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“And you are still wearing clothes,” she reminded him.
“That can be remedied,” he kneeled and pulled the sweater over his head and then unbuckled his belt, making haste to take off his jeans and his underwear.
“I see you are ready,” she murmured touching the tip of him and using her nail to graze the opening.
“You make me ready,” he shuddered as she continued to play with him, her touch always having the ability to make him weak.
“I need you inside me now.” She ran her hand up and down the length of him watching him swell even more.
“Your wish is always my command,” he told her hoarsely moving over her. “Put me inside you.” He instructed.
She guided his erection into her opening, widening her legs in the process and wrapping them around his waist. “Light my fire baby,” she brought his head down and took his lips with hers hungrily, shivering as he moved inside her. He held her hips and his thrust became urgent as she moved against him. He felt her wrapped around him tighter pulling him into her, touching his soul.
He felt her with every fiber of his being and his heartbeat quickened and his body gave in to the desire crowding inside him. He belonged to her and it was something that would never change.
The End.
If you haven't yet, be sure to read other parts of Her Older Billionaire:
Pregnant By Her Older Billionaire 1
Pregnant By Her Older Billionaire 2 (this one, please review if you like lovely) ;)
Pregnant By Her Older Billionaire 3
Falling For Her Bodyguard
When her protector becomes her lover...
A complete story, brought to you by best selling author Stacey Pond from BWWM Club.
Kenzie is a worldwide singing sensation.
But while she packs out stadiums and is adored by many the world over, not everyone is a fan.
After being brutally attacked one night after a show, Kenzie is put in a month long coma and subconsciously battles for her life.
When she wakes, she discovers her attacker is still on the lose, and is stuck with a team of bodyguards tasked with shadowing her every move.
One of these guards is Gianni; a kind, smart and drop-dead gorgeous man who can switch to butt whooping mode in a split second.
After spending time together, Kenzie can't deny she finds him attractive, and soon their relationship shoots from professional to romantic.
Now with a constant threat on her life and her new relationship with Gianni developing, can Kenzie get her career back to where it once was?
Or will her attacker get to her again before help can arrive?
Find out in this new romance (with a suspense element) by best selling author Stacey Pond.
Suitable for over 18s only due to hot sex scenes between a curvy singing diva and a hunky and powerful bodyguard.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
Kenzie’s eyes were closed, but she could feel all of the eyes on her. The lights beat down on her, feeling like desert heat. A tight purple and black corset made her shape even more pronounced. The tight pants, tall boots were her signature. Long, black hair ran over her shoulders. She could feel the nervousness rush away to be replaced with elation. It was time to put on a show.
She opened her brown eyes, took in the crowd. The stadium was full. As a grin slipped onto her lips, the concert goers screamed. Kenzie raised an arm, the jewelry shifting down her arm as she did. The screams became even louder. She loved this part. Loved the seconds right before the performance when they ate from the palm of her hands, when the cheering felt like the only thing she needed to survive. Her left hand raised the microphone to her lips.
“Hello, Los Angeles! Let’s get this thing started!”
Kenzie’s right hand dropped. The music started. She was alive. She walked across the stage, the lyrics pouring from her lips easily. They called her the pop-rock princess. The punk primadonna. She was bringing back music in a whole new way. None of that mattered to Kenzie. She lived only for the feeling she got when she began to sing.
As the concert started coming to a close, Kenzie felt that longing feeling she so often got when it was time to stop. She just wanted to go on forever. As usual, she’d gone over her two hour time frame. Her manager was standing offstage, clipboard in hand, tapping his foot and the screen of his phone. It was time to start packing up. Kenzie finished the song, the last of the lyrics struggling to break free.
“Well, that’s the end. Just for now! I hope to see you all soon. I love you guys!”
As she waved, the crowd went crazy. Just for her. The butterflies returned to the pit of her stomach. She was pretty sure there was nothing that compared to that feeling. As she walked off of the stage, she smiled. As much as she hated to see it end, she had to admit that she was tired. The first thought on her mind was heading back to the hotel and soaking in the world’s hottest bath. First, there were meet and greets. It was another part of the night she enjoyed. Signing autographs, kissing cheeks, taking pictures. First, she had to retouch her makeup though.
Kenzie pushed inside the room that had been set up for her. Soft light filled it up. She sat down on a chair in front of the vanity. Her makeup was still laid out earlier from Fiona. Kenzie slipped a piece of gum into her mouth before she started applying her makeup again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a brief flurry of movement. She turned in her seat. The room was empty. She sighed.
“I swear, after show come down is like detoxing from drugs.”
When her makeup was back in place she decided to loosen her corset a bit. She would throw a jacket over it so no one could tell, but she was beginning to feel like breathing might be an issue in a very short frame of time. Her hands brushed over her smooth, brown skin as she loosed the strings. A sigh of relief filled the room. Better.
Kenzie turned in time to see someone step up to her in one smooth motion. She stumbled back. She could barely make out the man’s face. Partly because of the hood, mostly because of the shining silver knife he held in his hand. She took another step back towards the door.
“Don’t make another move,” the voice said.
Kenzie stopped. Her heart rose up to her throat. She was trembling all over, unable to control her rapid breathing. The man was smiling. Blond hair peaked out from beneath his gray hood.
“What do you want?”
“Well, let’s see. I’ve written to you dozen of times, telling you how much I love you. And you, you’ve ignored every last one of those letters, Kenzie. Do you remember who I am at all?”
Kenzie’s mind was reeling. It was impossible to tell who was who anymore as far as her fans. She received thousands of emails, letters, presents every month from fans. However, she d
idn’t want to tell this guy that he was just a speck in the crowd.
“O-of course I do. It’s just that I’ve been really busy. You know, touring and stuff.”
The man laughed. “Bullshit. You don’t know who I am. I know you’re going to die though. Maybe you should have been a little less self-absorbed.”
The man rushed at her, but Kenzie threw herself from his path. Her ribs banged against a dresser, the wind slipping from her body. Her fingers clutched the dresser as she tried to pull herself up, tried to breathe. She felt him work his hand into her hair. The man slammed her head against the dresser, hard. She went dizzy, felt blood trickle from the wound. Kenzie cried out before he slapped a hand over her mouth. Her gaze fell to the floor where the knife lay. Only thinking about living, she threw her head back into his nose. She heard a crack. It was enough to make him let her go. The pain in her head intensified.
Kenzie dove for the knife, the tears filling her eyes made her vision hazy. Her hand curled around the handle of it, but he was dragging her back by her ankle. He kicked his boot into her stomach. Kenzie doubled over from the pain, her breathing ragged. As she forced herself to think clearly, to escape, she felt it. It was white, hot pain filling her up, her voice had torn from her throat, the scream deafening even to her. She pressed a hand against the wound. Blood covered her hand. There was the rushing sounds of footsteps, yelling, screaming. Kenzie felt the world slipping away.
I’ve never passed out before. I wonder if that’s what this is or if I’m dying?
She tried to keep herself awake, but it wasn’t working. She wondered when the door had been opened. People poured into the room around her. Someone pressed down on the knife wound, hard. There were too many faces, too many voices. She couldn’t tell who was who. It was too much. She drew in a shuddering breath before her eyes closed.
*****
Kenzie woke up to bright lights. After being in the darkness for what felt like forever, it was painful. She lifted her hand, it was so heavy, before she ran it over her eyes, something cold slid across her face. She jumped. An IV hung from her arm. She looked at the tube closely, confused. What was she doing in the hospital? A woman walked in wearing scrubs. Shock ran over her face. The woman told her she’d be right back before she disappeared from the room. Kenzie knew there was something she was forgetting. What was it?
A hand ran down over the stiff material of the hospital gown. She stopped when she reached her belly. Slowly, it was coming back to her. The man in gray, the knife, her head. She pressed a hand to her head. She rolled up her nightgown quickly, the long scar there stitched together. Her fingers ran over it, a sob choked her.
“Ms. Matthews, it’s good to see you awake.”
“What happened to me? I remember singing, my room, a man…”
The doctor walked over to her, pulled a chair to her bedside. The confusion didn’t dissipate from her eyes. The man sighed.
“Yes, I know your memories are still a little foggy. We’re hoping that it’ll clear up in a few days. There was an...incident in your dressing room. You hit your head pretty hard and sustained a knife wound. You’re going to be okay...you were just out for a little while.”
“Out?”
“In a coma.”
The words swirled in her brain. In a coma. In a coma. Her hands shook. None of it was real, she had to be dreaming. She shook her head softly.
“No, that can’t be right.”
“It is. You weren’t out for very long. Only a month. Still, it can take some getting adjusted to.”
“I was in a coma for a month?”
The doctor nodded. “Yes, we didn’t know how long you were going to be out-”
“Will you stop saying that? Stop saying I was out like I went to the fucking grocery store! I was in a coma for a month and this is how you tell me? Get out of my room! Get out!”
The doctor stood up quickly before retreating as she screamed again. She asked the nurse to find her cellphone. When it was brought to her she threw it across the room, the black screen breaking. Kenzie couldn’t breathe. The doctor came back in, worried. He took a syringe of something out of his pocket and pushed it into her IV line. She protested, but not for long as she fell back asleep. This time, the only company was the returning nightmare of the man in gray, stabbing her in the stomach.
*****
Six months had flown by for Kenzie. The first few days p.c., post coma she joked with her friends, had been hellish. She had nightmares every time she went to sleep. Her muscles didn’t work the same, so physical therapy had come next. That was painful, frustrating. She felt like a toddler who hadn’t yet learned to walk, only she couldn’t crawl much either. Kenzie described all of these things to her friends as if it was the height of humor. Inside, it hurt. She wouldn’t show them that hurt or anyone else. Instead, she masked it. No matter how hard she tried to act normal, everyone seemed to know she had changed.
Kenzie was staying at her parents for a weekend, visiting them, when she heard her mother whispering to her dad. Their voices were so low, she could barely make them out. She knew they were talking about her though.
“She’s not the same, Dante. She’s short, angry and wild. I just think it might be a good idea to suggest her seeing someone.”
Her father groaned. “Leave it alone. She’s always had a little bit of a temper.”
“It’s worse now. I’m telling you, there’s something wrong with her. She needs help.”
“If she wants it, she’ll get it. I can't force her to do anything and neither can you. So, for now, please just drop it.”
Kenzie dipped out of the hallway before either of them left. She suppressed the tears that threatened to spill. She knew they were right, but what could she do? There wasn’t one person who would understand, who could relate to what it felt like to almost die. Not a shrink anyway. She turned on her heels, making her way upstairs to her old bedroom. It was time to go. Her manager, Marco, had been hard at work for her. She had a returning concert, a new album to work on and countless TV appearances. She turned down the ones that wanted to talk about her tragic accident. She’d relived that moment more times than she cared to already.
She picked up her backpack before tossing it over her shoulder. The sound of her sneakers on the wooden stairs brought both of her parents from the kitchen. Her mom was wiping her hands on a cloth while her dad just looked concerned.
“Where are you going so quickly?” Her mom asked.
“I told you, I have a lot of things to do.”
“You’ve barely had time to heal.”
Kenzie shrugged. “I’m not dying, that’s all that matters.”
She left kisses on both of her parents cheeks before she stepped outside. The afternoon sun was brilliant, but she didn’t feel it the way that she had before. There was a sense of darkness in everything now. A sense that she would never go back to being the happy, carefree person that she’d been before. She walked down the street, wishing she could drive her car again. It felt weird being twenty-five and not able to drive. Still, walking would clear her head at least. She heard the car pull up beside her, but she didn’t even spare a glance. It was just her driver. He could cruise along beside her until she felt like getting in, then he’d take her to the studio. It was better than going home at least. At the moment, she couldn’t stand the thought of going back to that big, empty space all alone.
Her mother’s words played through her mind again. She couldn’t help it if she was different now. It wasn’t everyday you got stabbed in the gut. She doubted that a lot of people would act the same. Still, the words bothered her more than she liked. Things were so different now. Some of her friends had stuck around, but some disappeared. She was sure some of them were just hanging around for the exposure. Headline: Loving friends stick by brain damaged friends side. She scoffed. There were only two people that she trusted out of her group of friends now, the ones that had been around since she was still a ch
ild. Cassie and Benjamin. Even before she’d gone into the hospital, Benjamin had been kind to her. She’d always gotten the feeling that he really liked her, but she was too nervous to ask him. Now, things were going to be different. Kenzie refused to let anything get in the way of what she wanted anymore.
They pulled up in front of the studio just as two o’clock flashed on the screen on her phone. Before the driver could get out to open her door, she stepped out of the car with ease. Her hair had been dyed a dark pink, the short skirt she wore slid up her thighs as she walked in the tall, yellow heels. She supposed she could understand why people said she had changed, she just refused to not do what she wanted to do anymore. Life was too short. Kenzie pushed the front doors open before riding the elevator up to her managers office. She had to give it to him, he’d done a pretty good job with keeping the press away. It was nice not to have to press through throngs of people wherever she went, at least for now. She knew this kind of peace couldn’t last forever.
As she walked into the office, Marco sat behind his long, glass desk, his cellphone pressed to his ear. He was yelling at someone, as usual. Kenzie sat down in the chair across from him. He eyed her, shook his head. The woman raised an eyebrow at him as if she were asking problem?
“Yeah, yeah, I understand that! What I’m asking you to understand is that I have little to no patience. Fix it!”
Marco hung up the phone before throwing it onto his desk. He stood up, adjusting the slick suit that he wore. In Kenzie’s eyes, the man was a walking advertisement for every major label known to man. He adjusted the expensive looking watch she knew he hardly even looked at. It was just another piece of expensive shit to make him look pretty.
