The Billionaire & His Castaway (An Alexa Riley Promises Book 3)

by Alexa Riley

  “Kenton,” I start, but his mouth goes back to my pussy, cutting off my question.

  He sucks on me for a few more moments, getting me close to edge faster than I thought possible. Just when I’m ready for my second climax, he moves back up my body and thrusts inside me again.

  “Oh God,” I moan, feeling his full size inside me.

  “I can’t stop wanting to taste you.”

  His mouth lands on mine, and his tongue pushes inside. My taste passes between us and I moan, clenching around his cock. It’s dirty and yet somehow so intimate that I cling to him, loving the taste of us together. I want to taste his cock right now, but I want to keep us connected like this.

  He breaks the kiss only to move down enough to take a nipple in his mouth. His thrusts are hard, and it feels like this has been years in the making, not two months. But I knew after the first time we made love that one time would never be enough. Once with Kenton was merely a tease, and now I get a lifetime to make up for that.

  I feel his teeth graze my sensitive skin, and my nails grip his ass, begging him to go deeper. Our first time on the island was slow and sweet. This time it’s ravenous. I want to breathe him in and taste his passion for me. I open my mouth on his shoulder and bite down a little, feeling my climax approaching like a freight train. I don’t know if I can take another one like before, but my body isn’t about to stop it.

  When it hits me, I shout against his skin, trying to muffle my orgasm. The pleasure rolls through my body, and I feel his cock grow thicker and start to pulse. He’s cumming inside me, and for some reason, that makes my climax even hotter. Knowing that my body is giving him what he needs and he’s giving me the same makes it feel perfect.

  Being with Kenton feels like I’m finally complete. Being in his arms and under him is what I’ve been dreaming of since the moment we met. I kiss his shoulder where I bit him and he rubs all over my body. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off me, and I’m more than okay with that.

  “God, I missed you,” he says, looking down at me. His eyes are so soft yet intense. It’s all-consuming having him look at me that way. Like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “We’ve got a lot to talk about.” I cup his face with my hand and can’t help but look at the rock he’s put on my finger. “And we’ve got a lot to plan. A wedding, a baby. It’s all so much.”

  “Whatever you want, sweets. It’s yours.”

  “I think I want more of you between my legs,” I say, biting my lip. I never knew that could be so amazing, and I think I may be addicted after just one time. If it’s like that every time Kenton goes down on me, I may not ever let him up.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  He starts to move, but I grab his shoulders and laugh. “Let’s get out of this house first. I want you to take me home so I’m not worried about someone hearing us.”

  “Home,” Kenton says, rubbing his nose against mine. “I like the sound of that.”

  Epilogue

  Kenton

  Three years later…

  My eyes are closed, and the sun is beating down on me, but the cool breeze and the sound of waves has a permanent smile on my face. That and the fact that Madeline is draped over my body in the hammock.

  We decided to come back to the island for our anniversary, and it’s been a week of nothing but the two of us. We came here for our honeymoon right before our daughter was born. We spent a few days out here and enjoyed the quiet, making up for the first visit being cut short. This time we wanted to be lazy and not have to worry about anything but making love.

  Our little girl, Ophelia, is staying with Madeline’s brothers while we’re away, and we have no worries that she’s keep them in line. She’s the one who runs our house. Well, she runs me anyway. It’s kind of cute to see the two beautiful females in my life argue.

  Madeline and I had been talking about having another baby, wanting to take it slow, but not wanting them too far apart. So we decided our first trip here was good luck, so certainly a second trip couldn’t hurt.

  I reach into the cooler beside me without opening my eyes or having to move anything other than my arm. I grab a beer and twist off the top, pressing the cool glass to Madeline’s back. She squeaks and then playfully slaps my chest. I take a drink, and then offer it to her, letting her take a sip.

  We’re both still naked from when we made love earlier. Neither of us bothered to put clothes back on. I plan on taking her at least once more on this before taking her back into the hut and starting all over again.

  “The hammock was a good call,” she says, handing me the beer back and lying back down on my chest.

  “Definitely an added bonus.”

  I had some of the workers from the hotel come out and add a few things since I knew we’d be out here for a week. This was one of my better ideas.

  “I think we should get one of these for back home,” she says, her hand moving to my cock.

  I’m still hard from the last time I took her, but her hand on me never fails to get a reaction.

  “I think if we had one of these back home, we might have the cops called on us.”

  Madeline leans up, straddling me, and sinks down onto my thickness. She’s slow to lower herself, neither of us in a rush to a climax. We’re just making love when we feel like it, lazily moving together. I hold her hips and move inside her as the breeze blows the swing a little. It’s paradise.

  “We might give Mrs. Conner a heart attack. You know how she likes to look at your ass.”

  I raise my eyebrow and give her a smirk. “I only want one woman looking at my body. And she’s currently riding my cock.”

  She leans down and places her lips on mine, smiling as she kisses me.

  “Good answer,” she says, sitting back up.

  I reach up and cup her breasts, squeezing them and plucking at her nipples. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She blushes a little and touches my cheek. “Thank you for bringing me back here, Kenton. This island is something special.”

  Epilogue

  Kenton

  About nine months later…

  “That island is cursed!”

  Madeline is screaming at me, and I’m just sitting beside the hospital bed, nodding my head and trying not to wince at the pain in my hand.

  “Triplets! That island gave me triplets!”

  The nurses are walking around the room trying to keep her comfortable and give her everything she needs, but Madeline wanted to do a natural birth, so drugs are out of the question.

  We knew early on that this pregnancy was different than our first one. When we went for our first ultrasound, we both nearly collapsed in shock at what the doctor told us. Natural triplets. It’s almost impossible, but we’d done it. We were about to go from one child to four. Madeline blamed a week at the island, saying that’s how we only had one last time. She said that we stayed too long and babies just kept being made.

  I had to admit I felt a little pride at knocking her up three times on the island, but hey, I’m a dude. Madeline went from ecstatic to hysterical at the drop of a hat. I think we were both overwhelmed, but as the pregnancy progressed we were happy that she and all three babies were healthy.

  She had a scheduled C-section, but her water broke in the middle of the night last night. We came straight to the hospital. We’d discussed this with the doctor, and Madeline said if her body went into labor, she wanted to give it the opportunity to give birth naturally.

  So here I am, white-knuckling the hospital bed with one hand while the other is being used as Madeline’s stress ball.

  “Just breathe, sweets.”

  “Don’t you ‘sweets’ me right now, Monroe,” she says. “This is all your fault. You did this to me.”

  “Baby, if I remember, most of the time you were doing it to me on the island.”

  The nurse beside us snorts, and Madeline gives me the death stare.

  “You’r
e right,” I say, hoping that will fix whatever I just did wrong.

  “Okay. Looks like it’s time,” the doctor says.

  Suddenly Madeline looks at me with a panic on her face, and I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ve got you, Madeline.”

  “Call me by my name,” she says, sounding scared.

  “I’ve got you, sweets. I’ve always got you.”

  Epilogue

  Madeline

  Five years later…

  I’m sitting back on the lounge chair in the backyard watching our kids run around. Mark and his wife, Lori, just got here and came out back to sit down beside me. Their two boys run out to play with their cousin in the tree house and we laugh as our four girls tell them they have to say the password.

  Our girls give us a run for our money, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Kenton is so patient with all of them and even braids their hair. I don’t know how he puts up with all the drama, but I suspect he likes it. He says I’m the reason they are so beautiful, and I love hearing that. Even though I think all of the girls look like him, he says they look like me.

  “I still don’t know how you manage with four girls,” Lori says, sitting in the lounger next to me.

  “I wouldn’t know what to do with a boy, to be honest,” I confess. “Kenton is enough to handle.”

  “Talking about how wonderful I am?” he says, bringing me a glass of lemonade.

  He leans down and kisses my neck, and I get that warm feeling low in my belly. His lips always make my toes curl, even after all these years.

  “So we all set for next week?” Mark asks, looking at us.

  “Yes, the girls are really excited. Are you sure you can handle all four of them for a week?”

  Mark waves his hand like I’ve got to be kidding him.

  “Please. Two boys is the same as four girls. We got this.”

  “I can’t believe you’re going back to the island,” Lori says, laughing. “I thought you swore it was cursed.”

  I give Kenton a wink. “I asked my doctor if he was a boy scout.”

  “Why?” Lori asks confused.

  “Because I wanted to make sure the knots he put in my tubes were extra tight when I got them tied after the triplets. We’re done with the baby-making business.”

  We all laugh and spend the afternoon grilling out and having a relaxing day.

  But a few months later, when we’re back home from the island, two little blue lines appear on the test, and Kenton is cockier than ever.

  THE END

  Blackmailing the Virgin

  An Alexa Riley Promise

  by

  Alexa Riley

  When Calder Cox sees Felicity for the first time, he has to have her. There’s nothing that will hold him back…until he finds out she’s his business associates’s daughter.

  Felicity Chandler is graduating college soon but has no idea what she wants to do. While playing her violin one night, she sees Calder and feels instantly drawn to him. But when he tries to keep his distance, she doesn’t know what to do with all of her feelings.

  Calder can’t be held off much longer, and when his control snaps, there are consequences. Felicity might be trying to run, but he’ll make sure she stays…even if he has to blackmail her to do it.

  Warning: This is an Alexa Riley Promise, so it’s over the top, contains no cheating, and will always come with an HEA. It’s ridiculous baby-making drama that’s packed full of heat.

  Copyright © 2016 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to riley_alexa@aol.com

  http://alexariley.com/

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  To all of you that snuck into your mom’s secret collection of dirty books and got your first taste. These stories are for you!

  Chapter 1

  Felicity

  Can someone love and hate a city all at once? The new chill of winter blows, hitting my cheeks as I stand on the balcony of my father’s condo in the middle of Manhattan while his Thanksgiving party rages on the other side of the building. More than fifty people came to celebrate and drink until God knows when. I know maybe five people at the party and tried to make an escape.

  It’s only been my father and me for years, and I know he feels the need to make holidays bigger than they really are for us. I’d rather spend that day with just the two of us. I don’t like being around a lot of people, and the party below makes me uneasy in my own home. Even more so when I don’t even really know the people. My father, being a top lawyer in New York, has a lot of people in and out of his life. New faces always seem to be popping up.

  I’m only here for a few days before I’m back off to university once again, but this has been the pattern for the last eight years. I come home from boarding school or uni to a list of things or events that we will do or he’d like me to do, never really giving us much time alone. It’s almost like my father fears the silence between us. I know he loves me. I’m just not sure he knows what to do with me. Sometimes when he looks at me, I wonder if he only sees my mother. A woman I know he cares nothing for. Maybe even hates, though he tries to pretend he doesn't.

  Placing my hand on the clear glass railing of the balcony I look over the edge to the people hustling down the street below, on their way to anywhere and everywhere.

  I lift my violin to my collarbone, holding it in my left hand, resting my face on the side as I let my eyes fall closed. The music flows, drowning out the sounds of the city, and the tension leaves my body. This is the one place I feel like I can play for an audience, something I’ve never really wanted to do. Do I love to play? Yes, more than anything. But I never felt the need to do it for others. My father says it’s because I’m shy, which is true, but I don’t think that’s what really stops me. It feels intimate. I pour more into my music than I want to share with just anyone.

  I know my mother loved to be the center of attention. To put on a show for all those that would give her attention, or so the whispers said. Who knows what’s really true. There was always a lot of whispering growing up, and I know my father tried to shelter me from that. He says I’m a lot like her, but if the stories are true, he’s wrong. I have no desire for material things and no wish to hop from one man’s bed to another. Nor do I wish to use a child as a ploy for financial gain. I also don’t like when people watch me, and I don’t draw attention to myself. It’s a trait I apparently hadn’t inherited from either of my parents.

  I play for the whole city, but no one knows I’m here. The music flows from me, and it makes me feel like I’m somehow connected to my mother. I’ve only ever seen a few pictures of her. She was long gone by the time I was four, and photos are all that remain. I remember nothing about her, just little fantasies I cultivate based on what the other girls at school have.

  This is the only show I can bring myself to put on. I can’t remember my life without a violin in my hand. Always the shy girl, but something about it makes me feel like I come alive. Each note leaves me and enters the world. It’s a piece that I put out there and it belongs only to me. Saying so much without saying anything at all.

  The music slides through me to my core, where I put everything I have into it, feeling the world start to lift from my shoulders and drop all around me. Normally I find peace here in this place, but today it�
��s like I can’t reach that spot. So close but still so far away. The loneliness pushes in and I don’t want to be alone. I feel myself lean forward, trying to get closer to the people below.

  It does nothing; the peace doesn’t come. I play harder, moving my hand quicker, the movements pushing me towards it. But the harder I push and the faster I go, the farther away it moves.

  “Beautiful.”

  The deep word startles me, making me spin. A man grabs me, pulling me towards him. My body goes easily, melting into his. I stare up into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, finding a little bit of the peace I was looking for moments ago.

  “You shouldn’t play so close to the edge.” His deep voice rolls over my skin, warming the winter chill that has coated me. His concern is sweet.

  I should tell him he shouldn’t stand so close to me, but the words don’t come. I just stare up at him. His midnight hair is just a little long, such a contrast to the brightness of his eyes. Everything about him is a contrast to his eyes. The rest of him seems dark. From the hard set of his jaw to the little crook I see in his nose, and even the small scar that marks one of his eyebrows.

  He looks nothing like the boys I go to school with, or even the professors. They carry a softness to them, and he doesn’t seem to have any. Except for those eyes.

  I just stare at him, the words not coming. Not that they ever really do.

  Then he moves, his mouth coming down towards mine. I gasp as his lips hit mine. One of his hands goes to my hair, grabbing hold and tilting my head back. I give him total control of the kiss, dominating and powerful as his tongue pushes into my mouth.