Bedroom Rodeo: A Billionaire Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Their final release came in unison with a huge thrust from Drake and a moan from Cynthia that she was sure had to have been heard throughout the house. She thought it was loud enough that even the neighbors probably heard it.

  “Oh, my gosh, I’m going to die from exhaustion,” Cynthia said as she collapsed onto Drake’s chest.

  “Before you die, we should hop in the shower,” he teased.

  “Yes, we should go right now before I decide I’m too tired to move.”

  Drake quickly sat up and pulled Cynthia with him as they got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom. It was a few degrees colder in there, and he quickly turned on the warm water of the shower so they could get in.

  “After you ma’am,” he said with a wink.

  Cynthia couldn’t help smiling at the way he said, ma’am. Instead of him saying it like she was his dominatrix, he used a long southern drawl that made her smile. She slid under the warm water of the shower and let it rain over her while Drake watched from just outside the glass enclosure.

  “Are you coming in?” she asked, letting her hands move over her breasts and spreading the water all over her body.

  She took a moment to grab the shampoo and spread the soapy mixture throughout her hair and then down her chest. It drizzled over her hard nipple, and she knew that Drake was watching every move she made. It was fun to feel so sexually free around someone and not feel like she had to dominate her man at all. Drake’s eyes were glued to her body, and he was perfectly happy to stand there and watch her as she moved the soap around and rinsed herself off.

  Drake didn’t care about her weight or any other silly body issues that Cynthia had obsessed about for years. She saw in his eyes at that moment that he was perfectly inspired by her body. It made her see herself in a whole different way than she normally did.

  “Give me about ten minutes and I’ll come all over you,” he joked.

  As he climbed in the shower, he pressed himself up against Cynthia’s wet body and let the warm water run down on him as well. He grabbed the soap and squirted it all over her again just so he could use his hands and wash her body one more time for her.

  “Drake! I’m all slippery now,” she yelled out.

  Drake went to work, washing every inch of her body and rinsing off all the soap so she wasn’t slippery any longer. He let his hands pay special attention to her breasts and nipples as he fondled them longer than any other area of her body.

  “You can’t possibly have enough energy to go again?” Cynthia asked skeptically as she reached for the soap once more.

  She squirted the soap all over Drake's chest and then let her own hands explore his muscular body as she washed him off. It was a delight to feel the firm muscles that he had stretched over each and every area of his body.

  “You’re right, I’m just teasing you. But you never know; in ten minutes, I could feel fully recharged and ready to go again.”

  As they both washed off their bodies with soap and warm water, they let the silence fill the room. It wasn’t an awkward silence, though, they both felt so comfortable with each other it was just another level of comfort in the silence.

  “Do you think we could stretch our day out into three?” she asked. But Cynthia instantly regretted making the statement. She knew from the beginning what the rules were, and Drake had already stayed with her through the night. She felt bad for even mentioning such a thing.

  “I am really regretting this idea to spend just one day with you,” Drake replied. “I think we could spend a whole week together and never get tired of each other.”

  It was a politically correct answer if Cynthia had ever heard one, but she was happy that he didn’t make a big thing out of her comment. Cynthia really did understand the rules of their week together, and she was alright with those rules. She had just let it slip out that she wanted more time with Drake. All of the women probably wanted more time with him. One day wasn’t nearly enough time to get to know someone.

  He certainly loved the idea of spending more time with Cynthia, but he also knew that it wasn’t going to happen. He had a big day planned with Lauren at the beach, and it was only fair to her that she would get her time with Drake as well.

  Drake grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower to dry off. He didn’t want to let their conversation go any further down the road it was on. He liked Cynthia a lot and knew it must feel horrible to spend the day with him and then have to watch the next girl get her time, but that was the way things had to be for that week.

  “I’m going to dry my hair really quick, and I’ll meet you in bed,” Cynthia said as she got out of the shower.

  Drake pulled the sheets off of the bed and put a fresh set on from the closet before he climbed in and waited for Cynthia to join him. It was close to morning, but they still had a couple hours of sleep they could get before the sun came up.

  His heart jumped in his chest as Cynthia came out of the bathroom totally naked with her long brown hair blown dry and lying around her shoulders. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and he really hoped she understood that.

  She climbed into bed next to him, and he quickly pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her again. It was comforting to have him there, and he seemed to know just what she needed from him. Drake was like a dream come true to Cynthia, and she couldn’t wait to see if he picked her at the end of the week.

  “I had an amazing day with you,” she said to Drake as she let her eyes close in exhaustion.

  “Me too, I will always remember this day Cynthia; always.”

  They both quickly drifted off to sleep with their arms intertwined and the covers pulled up over them. It was the end of an absolutely amazing day. They were both physically exhausted. Drake was sure he would have a very hard time waking up in the morning, but it was a day well worth the exhaustion he was feeling.

  After only about an hour of sleep, Drake and Cynthia woke up to screams coming from down the hall. It took them a moment to come out of their sleep and figure out just what was happening.

  “Help! Help! Help!” A woman’s voice screamed from down the hall. “Somebody, call 911.”

  It sounded like it was Scarlett screaming. Drake sat up quickly in bed, grabbed his pants and slid them on while he rushed down the hall. He didn’t know where he was going or what was going on. All he knew was the voice that had screamed sounded frantic.

  The Billionaire’s Hunt

  Lauren

  The Billionaire Bachelor Series 7

  Chapter 1

  By the time Drake arrived at the door to Sophia’s room, it was clear that something very wrong was occurring. But Drake didn’t really know what it was yet. He saw Scarlett holding Sophia’s hand, and Sophia was pale and moaning. Victoria was on her cell phone and talking to what Drake assumed was a 911 operator.

  Although Scarlett had been the one who screamed for help, she was now totally in control of the situation. Her calm demeanor instantly calmed Drake down, but he could tell the situation was serious. Sophia’s face was pale, and she looked ghostly as she held onto her stomach and cried softly. It was obvious she was in horrible pain. Sophia didn’t seem to realize her room was filled with people and instead was latched onto Scarlett, holding her hand.

  “What happened?” Drake said as he moved in closer to Sophia.

  It was vividly clear she was not herself. She didn’t turn toward him, her eyes remained closed, and she held onto her stomach and moaned in pain, with Scarlett’s hand intertwined with hers. His hands reached out to her, but there wasn’t anything he could do.

  “I think it’s her appendix. Victoria has the ambulance on the line. Can you go open the gate and make sure they get up here alright?” Scarlett said calmly and definitively.

  “Yes.”

  It was clear that Scarlett had taken charge of the situation. Whatever fear she had originally had when she found Sophia had died down, and her sense of control had taken over. Scarlett handed out tasks for everyon
e in the room as she tried to comfort Sophia while they waited for the ambulance.

  Drake didn’t hesitate at all and quickly made his way out to the front gate and waited for the ambulance. It felt odd not to be in control. His whole life was about control, and at that moment, there was absolutely nothing he could do to control the pain that Sophia was feeling.

  Even when Drake had made wild decisions to do things like Skydiving, he had still controlled where and when he would do it; he liked to remain in control in his life. But Scarlett was very in control in that situation, her calm voice and ability to give directions to everyone were impressive.

  It didn’t take the ambulance long, and they were soon upstairs and loaded Sophia onto their gurney. She held on tightly to Scarlett’s hand, but as they came downstairs; Scarlett grabbed Drake’s hand and put it into Sophia’s. His eyes grew wide as he gazed at Scarlett.

  Drake wasn’t prepared to be the calm one in this situation. He had never taken care of someone who was in so much pain and didn’t know what to do.

  “Go with her, she’s scared,” Scarlett said softly.

  Drake didn’t hesitate, but he certainly didn’t feel confident in his skills at comforting Sophia. If being with Sophia would make her feel better, then he wanted to be there with her, that was all he could think about. She was a vibrant and funny woman, and Drake hoped nothing bad was going to happen.

  He truly had never seen someone in so much pain, though. The look on her face showed something that Drake had never seen a woman go through before. His heart ached for Sophia, and he held her hand to try and comfort her as much as he could.

  Without a second thought, Drake stepped into the ambulance and continued to hold onto Sophia’s hand while they drove to the hospital. She continued to writhe around in pain, and the medic got an IV going and pushed some medication through it to make her more comfortable.

  “I’m here Sophia. I’m here,” Drake said as he gently stroked her hair.

  But Sophia seemed oblivious to the fact that anyone else was there with her at all. The pain was all encompassing, and she didn’t open her eyes to look at Drake. The drive to the hospital was one of the most uncomfortable few minutes of Drake’s life, which he felt bad about because obviously it was much worse for Sophia. Drake wasn’t used to being out of control. He wasn’t comfortable with providing emotional support for someone. Everything about those moments made him uncomfortable, but he knew he needed to be there for Sophia.

  As they arrived at the hospital, Sophia was quickly whisked away and Drake was left standing in the waiting room. He looked around feeling lost as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do next. He wanted to stay with Sophia. Drake wanted to hold her hand and let her know that everything was going to be okay.

  “Are you family?” a nurse came and finally asked him.

  “No. I’m a friend.”

  “Stay here,” she said, starting to turn away.

  “She is staying at my house. I came with her in the ambulance. I think she would want me to be with her. Can I please go back there with her?”

  “Wait here,” the unsympathetic woman said and then turned away.

  His heart beat fast, and he could feel his breath as he sat down in one of the chairs and tried to comprehend what was happening. He didn’t know Sophia all that well, but he was worried about her, just like he would have been worried about any of the other women if they had been found in pain and looking so ill. She was such a vibrant, fun woman; it had been hard to see that personality gone from her as she held his hand in pain.

  Then Drake realized Sophia’s family should be notified. He didn’t have any of that information and quickly dialed Samantha. Since Samantha had helped with every step of the process, she would have easy access to the girls’ files and could call Sophia’s family.

  “I know Drake; I’m on my way to you,” Samantha said as she answered the phone on the first ring.

  “You know?”

  “Yes, Scarlett called me.”

  “Scarlett has your number?”

  “Yes. I’m almost there. I’ll talk to you in a minute.”

  Samantha was true to her word, and she walked through the doors about a minute after they hung up the phone. Drake’s breath caught in his throat as he saw her come through the automated doors, and he watched as she looked around the room for him. She was stunningly beautiful on any day of the week, but Drake hadn’t really had the opportunity to see her much outside of the work clothes she was normally wearing. His heart literally skipped a beat, and he grabbed his chest unconsciously as he watched Samantha walk toward him.

  The normally formal Samantha was dressed in workout shorts and a tank top with her hair pulled up into a ponytail. The sight of her looking so casual caught Drake completely off guard. Her face was flushed and her temples were peppered with small beads of sweat. It was obvious that she had left some sort of workout class to rush to the hospital.

  It was entirely normal for Samantha to drop what she was doing to take care of business. But typically, she had the time to change into her professional clothing and do her hair and makeup, or she was taking care of things and Drake wasn’t around. But her business suit was like her work armor that she wore, and Drake had become accustomed to it.

  “Where is she?” Samantha asked.

  Drake was too caught up admiring her breasts, which were pressed tightly into a sports bra, and he didn’t answer her quickly. Samantha seemed annoyed and turned and went straight to the nurse’s counter. She didn’t have time for Drake’s games, and she wasn’t just going to stand there while he stared at her tits.

  “In there,” Drake finally managed to say, but Samantha was already at the counter.

  “I’m here to see Sophia Marker,” Samantha said to the nurse. “I have her insurance information, and we need to contact her parents with the details of what is happening.”

  Drake just sat back down as he watched Samantha. They weren’t going to let her back there if she wasn’t family. He had already experienced that. She was going to have to wait in the waiting room with him.

  “Are you family?” the nurse asked.

  “Yes.”

  The nurse quickly opened the side door and let Samantha into the back room. What was she doing? Samantha wasn’t family; she had clearly said they needed to call Sophia’s parents with the information. But perhaps the nurse needed to hear a lie to let someone back there. Drake wished he had thought to answer “yes” when the nursed asked him.

  He sat quietly in the waiting area for what seemed like forever but was probably closer to thirty minutes. When Samantha came back out, she had a grim look on her face, and Drake instantly worried that something horrible had happened.

  “What? What is it? Did she die?”

  “No! She didn’t die. Her appendix burst, and she needs emergency surgery, though. Things should be alright, but she’ll need to remain in the hospital for the next week. They brought her back for the surgery just now.”

  “God, that’s horrible. Did you get to talk to her?”

  “No, doctors were caring for her, though. I talked with her mother who is on her way here now and should arrive by the time the surgery is over. Was she the one you were going to pick?”

  The question caught Drake off guard, but he instantly answered, “No.”

  It surprised Drake that he knew right away that Sophia wasn’t the one he was going to pick. She was a beautiful girl and certainly a lot of fun, but deep down Drake knew she wasn’t the right one for him. He hadn’t known that he knew it up until that moment, though. But he had much stronger feelings toward other women that were in the house.

  “Do you know who you are going to pick?” Samantha questioned.

  Again, Drake was caught off guard. But he genuinely didn’t know who he was going to pick. All the women were such great matches for him; it was going to be one of the most difficult decisions he ever made.

  “No.”

  They both smiled and
sat together quietly as they waited for the surgeon to come out and talk to them. The feeling between the two of them seemed different, awkward even. Drake wasn’t exactly sure what had changed, but he felt energy with Samantha that was growing. It was becoming harder and harder to be around her and not think of her in inappropriate ways.

  Samantha felt it too. As she sat next to Drake, she couldn’t help being impressed that he was there for Sophia and staying until her surgery was over. As much as Samantha wanted to hate the week Drake was having with his seven women, it seemed to have changed him. He was different, and she liked it.

  “Who is your date with today?”

  “Lauren, I think she wants to go surfing. How old is she, anyway?”

  Samantha laughed. Lauren did seem really young, but she wasn’t any younger than the other random women Drake had been dating over the last few years. She had a good career going and the flexibility to travel with Drake. Samantha had really liked her during the initial interview, although she didn’t think Drake would pick her.

  “She’s twenty-three and very nice. You’ll have fun.”

  “I’m sure I will.”

  Drake wanted to add more. He wanted to ask Samantha to go out on a date with him, but after being turned down so many times over the years they had known each other, Drake didn’t dare ask her again. That opportunity had passed them by, and Drake was going to abide by their agreement to keep things professional.

  “Tomorrow is Scarlett. I like her a lot,” Samantha added.

  “Yes, she’s an amazing woman. I bet you two will make great friends. She reminds me a lot of you.”

  Samantha looked down at her breasts, which were looking very voluptuous in her sports top. They were clearly nothing near the size of Scarlett’s, though, and Samantha couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Oh, I do?” she teased Drake.

  “No, not because of your tits. I’m not that much of a jerk. Although, your girls do look lovely. I think you and Scarlett are both very independent, smart women, who other women look up to.”