Drive Me Crazy_Working for a Billionaire_A Second Chance Romance

by April Fire

  “I thought we said we weren’t going to do this again,” she murmured in my ear breathily, and I turned to kiss that spot where her chin met her neck. She shivered in my arms, and I replied.

  “That was before,” I pointed out. “Besides, are you complaining?”

  “Far from it,” she replied, and I flipped her on to her back, clambering on top of her. She slid a hand down my chest, and grabbed at my cock through my pants; I groaned, already aching for her touch. What the hell was it about this woman? She had an effect on me unlike any woman had had before. It was unnerving in the best possible way, like I was spinning out of control on the rink, right at that moment before I crashed into the wall or put away a goal.

  Before I knew it, we were both naked, and she was sitting astride me once again. My mind was full of the memories we’d made the last couple of times we’d done this, and how much I wanted to make more; my cock ached as she kissed me again, her breasts laying against my chest. And then, she began to move down- first kissing my cheek and my chin, and then my chest and my stomach. And then, finally, she knelt between my legs- she planted a kiss on that line between my hip and my stomach, and I silently thanks all the long hours of training I had done to put it there.

  Emily took her time as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing lightly and watching my face for a reaction- this was her all over. Analytical, in-control, totally fucking hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she leaned down and flicked her tongue out against my cock a couple of times, lapping up the drop of precum that had oozed to the surface since we began. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to her, my hands clenching into fists next to me as she enveloped my entire cock with her mouth in one motion.

  Her tongue flicked out against the underside of my cock, fluttering down to the base and then back up again- shit, that felt good. I opened my eyes to look at her, and reached down to shift a strand of hair away from her face so we could make eye contact- she stared up at me intently, my cock deep in her mouth, and I bit my lip hard to keep from grunting with pleasure. She pulled off the top of my cock with a small “pop”, and kissed down the seam until she reached my balls. My toes curled as she paid them both loving attention, sucking carefully on each one, running her tongue across the sensitive ridge in between-I noticed her hand slip between her legs as she did so, my dick growing harder in response. She was certainly thorough- there could be no arguing with that.

  She turned her attention back to my dick, sliding her tongue up and down a few times before engulfing me once more. Her mouth was warm, her lips soft- and all it made me think of was how much I wanted to be inside her at that moment.

  “I really need to fuck you right now,” I murmured, and she looked up at me again, eyes wide. Then, she pulled off me again and smiled.

  “Fuck, yes,” she murmured, and climbed back on top of me. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a condom- hey, those were new. Had she got those since last time I was here? I didn’t have time to pick apart what their appearance meant, as she quickly tore the packet open and rolled the condom down over my erection. She lightly gripped me once more, and hovered herself over me for a moment- before she seemed to change her mind. Her face flashed with something deviant, and she leaned forward and kissed my ear before whispering:

  “From behind?”

  I didn’t need asking twice. She flipped over and pushed herself up on all fours, arching her back so that her gorgeous pussy and her ass were presented to me like all my birthdays had come at once. I placed my hands on her hips, my cock at her pussy, and slowly eased myself inside of her.

  She let out a small squeal of pleasure as I pushed into her- the kind of noise that would forever be engraved on my memory. I reached down and put my hand between her legs, playing with her clit as I eased myself all the way inside of her. Fuck, she felt even better like this-I could see her chest rising and falling as I held myself inside her for a second, enjoying the feel of her cunt flexing to accommodate me. And then, I began to fuck her.

  It was the kind of hard, fast screwing that only happens when everything else has dropped away- all the pretence, all the game-playing, everything that came with the beginnings of a tentative relationship like ours. Our moans and groans melded in the air around us, meshing with the sound of our bodies connecting. She pressed her hips back against me, and I thrust as hard and as deeply as I could. We were constantly groping for more, nothing ever quite turning up as enough-until I suddenly felt her pussy clench hard around my cock.

  I hadn’t realized how close she was until that moment, when she stopped making any noise whatsoever beyond a small, single gasp. I paused inside her for a second, revelling in the sensation of her pussy milking my cock urgently, and thrust one more time. It was all that I needed- knowing I’d made her come, knowing I’d pushed her over the edge, that was all I needed. I let out a strangled cry, and slowly withdrew from her. I flopped down on to my back with a gasp, and a few seconds later, she appeared next to me and put her head on my chest.

  “So,” she asked after a couple of seconds silence. “What now?”

  Epilogue

  “Have you got everything?” Sam asked, fidgeting in the driver’s seat.

  “Yes, I’ve got everything,” I assured him.

  “Keys?”

  “Yep.”

  “Luggage?”

  “Yes.”

  “My stick?”

  “Yes!” I exclaimed, almost laughing at how tense he was. I knew I shouldn’t have been- this was going to be a tough couple of days for him, but I was so proud of him for going through with it.

  “So, we’re ready to go?”

  “I guess so,” I nodded, yawning into the cool morning air. Sam started up the car, and we pulled out on to the street- and started on the road to Philadelphia. Goodbye, Kingstown.

  It had been four months since I arrived in Kingstown, and I’d finished up my story a day before we were due to leave. It had been a difficult piece to put together-I’d spent many an evening on video chats with my editor asking him for direction, but I got there in the end. The piece I handed in the day before had been thousands of words long, and had chronicled the Kingstown Crow’s rise to success and what that meant for the players, the team, and the town. I was proud of it- damn proud, in fact. I knew the copy I handed it wouldn’t be the one that ended up in the newspaper, but I knew that I didn’t waste a single word in that piece. They would love it- and the team would, too, which made me even happier. And of course, it had ended with Sam; Sam leaving for Philadelphia, which is what we were doing at that very moment.

  “Are you okay?” I asked gently, and he nodded. I knew this was a big deal to him. The biggest. He had broken the news about his decision to everyone else the day after he told me- his parents had been shocked, but proud; his teammates were jealous but hopeful that he could carve out a path for them down the line. Johnson teared up manfully, even though he strode off to his office at once to cover it up.

  And, of course, there was us. After that night, we were a couple- a proper, bonafide one. My friends back home thought I was rebounding, but I knew what that felt like and this was different; this was real. Sam made me feel giddy, as though the world had tilted sideways every time he walked into the room. And so, when he asked me to come to Philadelphia with him, I agreed. Without a second thought.

  Yeah, we were probably moving too fast, but fuck it- he’d waited around long enough to get his life going as it was, and I didn’t have any plans for after my article. I wanted to try something new, live in a city I’d never been to before. I revelled in the spontaneity of it, and watched proudly as Sam put together all the pieces for us to move down. He’d shown me pictures of the apartment we’d put a payment down on last month, but I hadn’t seen it yet- I wanted everything to be a surprise. I wanted to let go of some of the control I had clung on to for so long, and just go with it.

  I reached over to put a hand on Sam’s leg, and we made our way in comfortable s
ilence through the deserted streets of Kingstown. We were leaving early-it was a long drive, and we wanted to be there be nightfall. Suddenly, my eye was caught by someone I recognized.

  “Oh!” I exclaimed, and Sam’s head snapped around.

  “What? Did you forget something?”

  “No,” I shook my head. “I just…saw someone.”

  “Who, that guy?” Sam nodded towards the man we were passing. “Where do you know him from?”

  I strained to remember; it took a few seconds, but finally I placed him.

  “The night you came to mine and told me you were taking the Soars thing,” I explained. “We met at a bar.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “He used to play for the Crows,” I continued. “But he left because he wanted to get out and see some more of the world.”

  The man heard the car, turned, and raised his hand in greeting; we both did the same back, silently offering our hellos as we went by. I hadn’t seen him since that night, and I wondered if he was some kind of omen- an example of what Sam could be if he got out. I hoped so. I smiled to myself as we drove by, and Sam shook his head.

  “Well, there’s something,” Sam commented. “I think I’m going to take that as a good sign.”

  “I think you should,” I glanced over at him, and he grinned at me, all the tension from when we woke up melting away. I stared out on to the road, towards the long drive ahead of us and then God knows what else beyond that- and for once, I didn’t feel scared. I didn’t worry about the decision I’d made. I wasn’t worried about Sam, or the Soars, or the city, or anything else. No- all I could think about was how we couldn’t get there fast enough.

  The End

  Hit Hard

  April Fire

  Chapter One

  Emily

  I tentatively touched the toe of my shoe to the ground, and instantly felt an odd, gooey stickiness spreading across the bottom. Ugh.

  This place wasn’t my kind of night out. I mean, I had to come here --- Nina had been dumped and she wanted a night on the town and, as the best friend, I had to go along with whatever she suggested. But even I have to admit, I was pretty taken aback when she gabbled to me on the way over about what we were actually doing that evening. When she had called me up to invite me out, she’d been vague, describing the event as a party across town - but it had turned out to be the furthest thing from a party I could have imagined.

  “I can’t believe you brought us here,” I leaned over to murmur in her ear. Nina, hair pulled up into a high ponytail and dress skimming the backs of her thighs, glanced over her shoulder and smiled cheerily.

  “This is where he hangs out,” she shrugged. “I know he’s going to be here tonight.”

  “At an amateur boxing match?” I eyed the ring distrustfully, and stumbled forward as someone bumped into me from behind. I shot a dirty look after them, and tried to figure out just how illegal all of this was.

  “He is a coach,” she reminded me. Nina had her sights set on a rebound fuck, a guy she’d encountered through her work as a make-up artist when he’d appeared on a small TV segment. They’d flirted then, apparently, though Nina was spoken for and didn’t want to pursue anything further. But now that she was single again, he was on the top of her list to get back on the horse.

  “Are you sure we can’t just go out for dinner somewhere?” I implored her. “There’s probably tons of hot guys in this city who we don’t need to break the law to get with.”

  Nina waved her hand, dismissing me as she scanned the crowd. We were in a large warehouse with high, grey walls and a permeating smell of blood and sweat. It was packed, at least two or three hundred people moving to form a crowd around the ring. I screwed up my face in distaste. I didn’t want to be a snob, but god-dammit, this wasn’t the kind of shit I did. My idea of a night out was way more about the drinks and the dancing than watching two maniacs getting the shit kicked out of each other.

  “Trust me, when you see him, you’ll get it,” Nina promised, and batted her lashes at me in an attempt to convince me of her commitment to bedding this stranger. I cocked an eyebrow- she knew exactly what to do to get me on her side. I crossed my arms in front of me, and looked over at the makeshift bar that was selling beers in large plastic cups.

  “Well, the least you can do is get me a drink,” I pointed over to the queue, and she grinned.

  “Sure thing,” She skipped over and joined it, bouncing up and down on her heels. Maybe it was her excitement at seeing this dude again, or maybe it was just the buzz of the place getting to her. Even though I wasn’t exactly happy to be there, I couldn’t deny that the place had an electric atmosphere. The entire place was dripping with anticipation, and I wondered what in the hell I was about to see here tonight.

  Nina came back a minute or so later with two beers, and thrust one into my hands. I took it, and immediately downed about half. I was going to need it to get through the rest of the night. I was squeamish as hell, and the thought of watching two guys beat the crap out of each other for my viewing pleasure was just…ugh.

  “When does the match start?” I leaned over to shout in Nina’s ear as some music began piping through the tinny speakers rigged up around the place. Nina glanced at her phone and took a sip of her beer.

  “Now,” she replied, and took my hand so we could weave our way around the crowd and up towards the ring. The crowd had quietened -- shrieks and laughs replaced by murmurs and muttered observations. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.

  Suddenly, the crowd parted as two men made their way up to the ring; I was shoved to the side and had to grab Nina to keep from falling over in the rush. I held my beer up to keep it from spilling, and stood on my tiptoes so I could get a look at the guys who were going to fight each other.

  One of them looked like the image of a boxer that I had in my head -- covered in scars and bruises, his nose obviously having been broken a bunch of times, his body bulky and strong. He was followed by a coach, and Nina jammed her elbow into my rib and nodded in his direction.

  “That’s him!” She hissed, and I raised my eyebrows. He didn’t seem much like Nina’s type, nothing to look at -- too old, too lanky, too greasy -- but I supposed he must have had something about him to have her turning up all the way over here just for the chance to meet him again. I was about to question her attraction to him, but then the other boxer stepped into my eyeline and I stopped short.

  He was about six feet tall, lean and muscular- not the kind of strong that comes from hitting the gym seven days a week, but the kind that comes from using your body whenever you can. His hair was cropped short against his head, a smattering of dark stubble scattered across his sharp jaw. For a second, the noise of the crowd dropped away completely, and I simply stared up at this dude.

  Jesus Christ --- so, is this where they were hiding all the hot guys? Amateur boxing? I mean, I wouldn’t have guessed it in a million years, but standing in front of me, bouncing back and forth on his heels, was one of the most drop-dead gorgeous dudes I had ever laid eyes on in my life.

  “Who’s he?” I asked, leaning in to Nina again. She shrugged and shook her head, her eyes trained on the coach.

  “Dunno,” she replied absently. I frowned and looked back at the ring- and found, to my surprise, that the gorgeous dude was looking straight back at me. I wanted to turn around to check that there wasn’t someone standing behind me who he was actually checking out, but his gaze was mesmerizing --- being at the center of his attention even for a second made my heart flutter with thrill.

  “And now!” An announcer’s voice broke my reverie, feedback crackling over the speakers around us. “The match you’ve all been waiting for!”

  There was a loud cheer from the crowd, and I got jostled back and forth again. But now, I didn’t mind so much -- I felt as though I had something riding on this. There was someone I could root for now.

  “Robert Tristam!” The announcer continued, and the other
man lifted a hand up to acknowledge the whoops that came with his name.

  “And Darius Frost!”

  My man -- as I was already thinking of him- raised both his arms and beamed into the audience, as though he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing. I moved a foot to my left so I could get a better look at him. I felt like a creep, jostling to get a better view of this dude. Maybe Nina could get me in backstage afterwards? If the coach recognized her, maybe I could-

  The match began with the loud ringing of a bell, making me jump. I didn’t know much about boxing, but I knew that this was short, fast, and savage -- the crowd’s reaction told me that much. I watched, eyes only half open, as these guys beat the shit out of each other, dancing around and throwing punches whenever they found an opening.

  My view wasn’t great, but I knew enough to see that my guy was doing well. My heart flicked up every time he landed a hit, and I found myself cheering along with the crowd, half-forgetting where I was or that I was meant to be having a shitty time. Nina was whooping along next to me, her beer slopping over the sides of her cup as she held it in the air to punctuate her point.

  Before I knew it, the fight was over, and Nina had caught my hand again to drag me through the crowd and towards the ring. My man had won it, and Nina’s coach was scurrying out of sight as quickly as he could. Nina caught up with him, and he glanced up at her as she grinned cockily in his direction. His eyes swept over her, and I could tell he was trying to place where he knew her from- but a few seconds later, a smile broke over his face and he drew her into a hug.

  “Nina!” He exclaimed. “Well you’ve turned my night around.”

  “Good to see you again,” she blinked up at him flirtatiously.

  “Want to come backstage? We’ve got way better beer there,” he gestured over to a small door that led out of the warehouse. Nina gave me a look, one that said “can we?”, and I shrugged.