Billionaire's Holiday (An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance Love Story) (Billionaires - Book #17)

by Claire Adams

  I thought back to my own childhood, the questions that I’d had about my father, questions that I just knew not to ask my mother. Why had he left? Did he love us? Did he ever think about us? Did he have a new family now? All things that Declan himself had probably wondered about his mom.

  “He didn’t say anything to me about it yet,” I said.

  “I’m certainly not trying to rush anything, but I guess that is something we should talk about,” Cole said.

  “Me being his mom?”

  “Well... yeah. Or just the fact that you’re dating someone who had a kid. I know you’re used to being around kids, and you’re great with them, but being a teacher is different.”

  “It is. And you’re right—I think it is good to talk about this early on. A lot of people don’t; they just sort of let the chips fall where they do and then are surprised when there’s conflict later down the road. I don’t know what the future will be like, exactly, but if things work out between us, then of course I want to be a part of Declan’s life, in whatever capacity seems right.”

  Cole smiled. “It makes me really happy to hear you say that.”

  I smiled, too, and took another sip of my beer. I hadn’t really been thinking too far into the future, but as I sat there, I let myself imagine what it would be like to have this to come home to every night, to have Cole and Declan as part of my family. It would be nice; no, it would be more than nice.

  “Oh, you know, I’ve been meaning to ask if you had plans tomorrow night. Ben’s on tap to babysit, so if you’re around, we should go out to dinner. It’d be nice to do something sans children. You know, like an actual date. Have we been on one of those yet?”

  “I think so,” I said. “But either way, that sounds great.”

  “Awesome. He said he’d be here around 6:30, so feel free to come by any time after that.”

  I stifled a yawn with the back of my hand. Part of me wanted to stay there and maybe suggest we go curl up on the couch, but I was tired, and we’d had a long day outside, and I could tell that if we went inside and sat on the couch, I’d be asleep in about a minute. So I finished my beer, and then Cole walked me across the yard to my house. I did give him a long, lingering kiss before we said good night.

  “Sweet dreams,” he said. “I’ll be thinking of you.”

  I turned and walked inside, feeling like I was floating on air.

  For our official date, I decided that I’d dress up a little. My closet wasn’t boasting a ton of fancy clothing, but I did have a form-fitting purple dress with black stripes that I thought looked pretty good. I fiddled around with my hair a little bit, too, wanting to do something with it since it was rather humid and I didn’t want it hanging down over the back of my neck.

  I gathered my hair into a ponytail and then twisted it up the back of my head, securing it in place with an alligator clip. I regarded myself once in the mirror before I stepped out of the bathroom, and decided that I didn’t look too bad at all.

  Ben was already there when I walked over to Cole’s. He came to the door when I knocked, and he made no effort to hide the fact that he liked my outfit very much. He let out a low whistle and then stepped back, holding the door open for me so I could step inside.

  “Hi, Ben,” I said. “Thanks. For holding the door and for hanging out with Declan tonight.”

  “No problem,” he said. “Just call me Mr. Babysitter. Where do you two lovebirds have plans tonight?”

  “We’re just going to go out, get something to eat. I wouldn’t mind maybe seeing a movie,” I said.

  “Anything good playing? I haven’t been to the movies in ages.”

  “I’m not sure. Do you guys have anything planned for tonight? I bet Declan’s really excited.”

  “Of course he is. I get to be the uncle, which, when you think about it, is really the best of both worlds. I’m the one the kids get to have fun with, and then when it’s time to do the responsible parenting shit, well, that’s when my man Cole gets to take back over.”

  “That’s one way of looking at it,” I said.

  “Having kids of my own obviously isn’t in my future,” he said.

  I shrugged. “It’s not for everyone.”

  “I never thought Cole would be saddled with one either, if you want to know the truth. I figured that the two of us would be bachelors for life. Free spirits. Able to come and go as we pleased.”

  He paused, like he was going to say more, but then thought better of it.

  “What?” I said, looking at him.

  He opened his mouth, but before he had a chance to say anything, Declan came running down the hallway, his hair still damp from his bath.

  “You look so pretty!” he exclaimed.

  “Thanks, Declan,” I said.

  And then I heard Cole coming down the hallway. He had on a black short-sleeved button-down shirt and a pair of slate-gray shorts. A totally simple outfit, but he looked undeniably gorgeous. He grinned when he saw me.

  “Look at you,” he said. “Wow, you look great.”

  I smiled and felt myself start to blush, all three of them looking at me.

  “Will I still be awake when you get home?” Declan asked.

  “Of course!” Ben said. “Uncle Ben knows no bedtime.”

  Cole shot him a look. “I don’t know, bud,” he said. “We might get back later than you usually stay up for. But we’ll see. I want you to be a good listener tonight, okay?”

  “He’s always a good listener for me,” Ben said. “You two have fun. Go enjoy a night out on the town.”

  It felt a little surreal, being with Cole like this, without Declan, going to some fancy restaurant. It was a place in Gardner simply called Le Bistro, and it was rather unassuming from the outside, but once you were inside, you could tell that it was a very upscale place.

  The tables were covered in white linen, and the far wall was all exposed brick. The servers were wearing black and white, and they were all very good-looking. As we were ordering wine, I heard my phone chime in my purse, which I had put on the back of my chair. It had gone off several times in the car, but I had ignored it. I reached around and subtly pulled it out of my bag, just to see who it was.

  It was from my mother, all three of the texts.

  You guys should drive down here this weekend!

  I only bothered to read the first one and then I tossed my phone back in my bag, but not before I turned it on vibrate.

  “Sorry,” I said. “My mother’s been totally harassing me about coming down there,” I said, sliding my phone back into my purse. “She’s acting like it’s the only thing in the world that she wants.”

  Cole smiled. “Maybe it is.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I highly doubt that. I haven’t come out and said so, but there’s no way in hell that we’re going down there. It’s like the last thing I ever want to do.”

  “Really? I thought your mom seemed pretty nice.”

  “She’s all right, but I can only take so much of her. It’s really more because of Bill. I have zero interest in ever doing anything with him.”

  Cole nodded. “That’s understandable. But that’s probably also hard for your mother to hear.”

  “I’ll tell you what was hard for her to hear—the fact that the whole thing happened to begin with. In fact, when I tried to tell her, she basically laughed in my face. She didn’t believe me. And then said I had an overactive imagination.”

  “That’s a hard one,” Cole said. “I mean, don’t think for a second that I’m saying I condone what your stepfather tried to do, because I sure as hell don’t. But I can also understand that your mother wants to sustain a relationship with you, and she’s excited that you’re seeing someone and wants to be a part of that.”

  “I’m not really interested in her being a part of that.”

  Cole raised his eyebrows. “Do you really mean that?”

  I considered this. “I don’t know,” I said. “I just wish she’d be more receptive to me about
what it was that happened with Bill and me.”

  “And if she was? How would that change things? I’m just being the devil’s advocate here.”

  “I don’t know, it would make me feel like she was actually listening to what it was I had to say, being concerned over something that had happened to me. Or almost happened to me.”

  “Look, I don’t know your mom that well. She seemed like a nice person, though, and she does seem like she cares about you a lot and wants to see you happy. I’m not saying that I think you guys need to suddenly be best friends or anything, but if she’s making the effort to sustain a relationship with you, then maybe it’s worth at least trying.”

  “Maybe,” I said, though even I could hear the uncertainty in my voice. I didn’t really want to be having this conversation right now, when we were sitting here at this fancy restaurant. “Anyway,” I said, “Can we talk about something else? Anything else? How do you think Ben and Declan are doing?”

  “Oh, they’re probably completely destroying the house,” Cole said nonchalantly. “There’s probably a pillow fight happening of epic proportions.” He laughed. “Ben’s actually really good with kids. Maybe because he’s basically like a giant kid himself.”

  “He was saying that he had planned on the two of you being bachelors for life,” I said.

  “He said that? When?”

  “Tonight. When you were up in the bathroom with Declan.”

  “Did he say anything else?”

  I thought back, trying to remember. “Yeah... I don’t totally remember though. Just that he never pictured you with a kid, I think.”

  It was hard to read the expression on Cole’s face, but I was getting the feeling that he was thinking Ben had said something to me that he shouldn’t have.

  “I think that’s pretty normal,” I ventured. “I know plenty of parents that are still surprised sometimes to realize that they have a child they’re completely responsible for. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if I felt that way. If I had my own kid, of course.”

  Cole had this kind of odd, pensive look on his face, but then the server came back over with our wine and asked us if we were ready to order, which we weren’t since we hadn’t even looked at the menu yet.

  So we busied ourselves doing that; I decided on the seared sea bass, and Cole got the roasted rack of lamb. We both got salads and decided to split the cheese platter. Luckily, the conversation did not go back to my mother, and despite the fact that I could feel my phone vibrating in my purse, we had a great time.

  When it came time for dessert, I felt so stuffed, but the warm chocolate lava cake with almond ice cream just sounded too good to pass up, so we decided to split it.

  “Ohhhh, this is heavenly,” Cole said, his eyes closing as he took a bite. “You have to try this. And quick, before I eat the whole thing. Here, try it like this, with the ice cream.”

  He hoisted his spoon across the table to me and I leaned over and took a bite. It might have been the most delicious thing I had ever tasted, the warm cake melting the almond ice cream, a flavor I didn’t think that I’d tried before.

  “Oh my God,” I said. “You’re right. That is amazing.”

  I was almost tempted to suggest that we order another once we had all but licked the plate clean, but I decided against it, not wanting to split the seams of my dress.

  It was actually pretty late when we were finally finished with dinner, so we went back home. As we drove, Cole reached over, took my hand, and gave it a squeeze.

  “Tonight was absolutely lovely,” he said. “I’m so glad that we were able to go out and do that. I guess we’ll have to thank Ben, too.”

  “Yes, we will,” I said. I shook my head, laughing. “I can’t believe that you guys had that dumb bet about who was going to sleep with me.”

  Cole started to laugh, too. “Oh yeah, that. It seriously seems like a lifetime ago, even though I know it wasn’t that long. It’s weird, though—it feels like I’ve known you a lot longer than just this summer.”

  “I know,” I said. “I feel that way, too.”

  “I guess that just means that you were meant to be in my life.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing,” I replied with a smile.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Cole

  “So you’ll be going out for a ride?” my father asked.

  He and my mother were about to leave with Declan to head for the playground and then ice cream.

  “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a good day for a ride. I probably won’t go too far.”

  “Take your time,” he said. “If we get back before you, we’ll just hang out. Enjoy yourself.”

  I gave Declan and my mother a hug before they left, then I stood there in the driveway and waved as they drove off.

  I went into my room to change into my kit, but I happened to look out the window as I was pulling my T-shirt off. And there was Allie, stretched out in the backyard on a lounge chair, wearing a bikini. A rather modest one, but she looked hot as hell in it, those long, tan legs of hers, her toned torso, and smooth skin all gleaming with suntan lotion. I felt myself get hard just standing there, and I left my cycling kit on the bed and went over to her yard.

  “Hey,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though all I really wanted to do was jump on top of her. She sat up, a smile on her face.

  “Hey, you,” she said. “How’s it going? Pull up a chair; I’m just being a lazy bum.”

  “Well, you look damn fine doing it.”

  I didn’t pull up a chair, though; instead, I went over and sat next to her on her chaise lounge.

  We started to kiss, her lips pressed firmly against mine. I opened my mouth, and let my tongue slip into her mouth. Her skin was so warm underneath my fingertips as I ran my hand down her back, feeling her the hard knobs of her spine. I brought that hand around and pushed back one of the triangles of her bathing suit, squeezing her breast. She groaned softly and kissed me harder, her hands going down to my lap. She started stroking me through my shorts, and then she was unbuttoning them and pulling my cock out. The lounge chair was too narrow for us to both fit on it, so we moved to the grass, which was warm and a little coarse but made me feel like we were doing something primal, exotic, even. I was in high school the last time I’d had sex outside.

  She lay on her back and I scooted down, sliding the bottom of her bathing suit down those long legs of hers. Once it was off, I positioned myself between her thighs, pushing them apart. I kept my hands on the tops of her thighs as I leaned down and took a long, slow taste. She inhaled sharply.

  “Should we be doing this right here?” she asked. “Should we... should we go inside?”

  “It’s fine,” I said as I licked her, already feeling my face slick with her juices. Her whole body quivered. I ran my tongue in slow circles over her clit, at the same time slipping a finger inside of her, and she squirmed underneath me, her breathing fast, her pussy muscles clenching around my finger.

  I could tell she was close to coming, the way she was arching her back, fingers clutching at clumps of grass, her eyes squeezed shut. I curled my finger that was inside of her, like I was beckoning someone to come toward me, and felt that slightly rough patch of skin right behind her pubic bone. I pressed down on it, and she started whimpering like a trapped animal. She was so wet now I was easily able to slip another finger inside of her, while I kept my mouth against her. I looked up and the sun was cascading down on us, bathing her in this almost otherworldly sort of light, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And I was making her feel better than she ever had before; I knew this without her having to tell me.

  She let out an anguished-sounding cry when she came, her whole body contracting, her thighs squeezing around my head; any harder, she could’ve broken my neck.

  “Oh my God,” she kept saying, letting her legs splay apart again. I wiped my face off on the back of my arm and watched as her chest heaved up and down. “That was the most incredible thing
I have ever felt. Holy shit. I didn’t even know that my body was capable of feeling anything remotely close to that...” Her eyes had a cloudy look in them, and there was a deeply contented smile on her face. She sat up, slowly. “Go lie down on the lounge chair,” she said.

  I got up and let my shorts fall down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and laid back on the lounge chair. Allie stood and then came over to me. My cock was rock-hard, and the only thing I wanted was to get it up in her. Luckily, she obliged. She straddled me, slowly lowering herself down. She was so wet. I closed my eyes, and my hands went to her hips as she sat all the way down on me. She had her feet on the ground on either side of me, and this gave her a different type of leverage than the last time we’d done it and she’d been on top. She moved her hips forward and back and around in circles, leaning way back though, stretching my cock downward. I tried to take deep, measured breaths and not blow my load then and there.

  And then she’d stop doing that and she’d lift her ass up, as though she was going to get off of me, my cock sliding out almost all the way, just the head still inside of her. She balanced there, not moving for what seemed an excruciatingly long time. But then she started to move up and down ever so slightly, not taking me in past the head. She fucked just the head of my cock, and I reached around and slapped her ass, hard enough to hurt my hand, hard enough to probably leave a mark.

  “Fuck,” I growled, and right as I said this, she let her knees bend. and she dropped down, taking me all the way back in. I grabbed her hips again and held her still; luckily, she didn’t try to move, otherwise, it would’ve been done and over with right then and there.

  “Just hold still a sec,” I said. “Easy there.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” she said. “You feel so good. I feel like I’m about to come again. Is that even possible?”

  But hearing that was like a challenge issued: if she was close to coming a second time, I sure as hell wanted to make sure that it happened. And so we started to move again, and I reached up and touched her breasts, then licked my fingertips and squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. She let her head fall back, and we were both trying not to make any noise but failing miserably. If my parents happened to return early and heard noises from the next door neighbor’s house, they’d probably think that someone was being murdered, or, at the very least, tortured. But that was the furthest thing from the truth, because we were both about to climax, right at the same time, her muscles spasming as she came, squeezing my cock, pushing me past the point of no return. I didn’t even pull out; I didn’t have the wherewithal to do so.