Sharing the Billioniare

by Elizabeth Coldwell

  “They were very good orgasms. Thank you for them, by the way.”

  She sets down the keyboard. There’s a pleased grin hovering at the corners of her mouth. “My pleasure. I’m glad you turned out to be less of an eejit than I thought.”

  The mocking slang triggers indignation. “You tried to drown me! I was entitled to be pissed off.”

  She shrugs. “Repelling boarders.” Her mouth curves as she’s not able to fight off the smile for much longer. “Besides, you deserved it. You claimed there are flaws in my coding. And tried to buy me off like a cheap trick.”

  He notices the order she’s listed the insults but refrains from comment.

  “I’ve met other men who’ve tried to make deals with Renzo. None have been quite so persistent.”

  “I have strong motivation.”

  “Not the money. You’re a thrill-seeker, that much is obvious.”

  He grins at her. “And you’re not?”

  She taps her chest. “Adrenaline junkie. There’s no bigger high than Renzo Vega.”

  “You call yourself Lucky,” he realises suddenly. “You chose the nickname. Because you found him?”

  “Well, it’s certainly not because I’m Irish.” She suddenly seems to find something on the screens very absorbing.

  He gazes at her suspiciously. “I thought I was the one being interrogated, but you’re being very open.”

  “Try cautious. If I feed your machismo, it may stop you from digging around in my private business.”

  “Are you telling me you have something to hide?”

  “Like I said. Adrenaline junkie.”

  Her smile is complex. Slightly strained, a bit excited, very dangerous. Only when he smiles back—exactly the same way, and just as genuine—does it melt into something happier, more at ease, and end up gleaming from her widening eyes.

  “Our good fortune that you’ve got a lovely cock to go with all that risk-taking,” she says. “But it’s not me you should be so interested in.” She rubs a hand through her shorn hair and glances back at the screens.

  “Too late.” He lets her hear the rue, using it to deflect her self-consciousness. “It was easier when I thought Lucky was the next Angry Birds.”

  Jade startles into laughter, like he intends. “It’s a mobile system designed for Latin America,” she says. “No frills, low battery consumption, easy to teach yourself to programme.”

  He takes it in. “He’s taking a profit hit on this?”

  “There will be patents, of course. One of his companies is developing the hardware. But the software will be open-source. That’s the whole idea. It’s his baby.”

  “But that’s not really true, is it,” he says, studying her. “You’re Lucky. You’re Renzo Vega’s investment.”

  “You and me aren’t the only ones who take risks,” she says shortly.

  “Yeah, but he’s a brilliant businessman. You don’t get the kind of success he has without knowing a sure thing.”

  Whatever Jade thinks, Rob knows he’s right. The billionaire is sexy, sophisticated and smart, but he isn’t by any stretch of the imagination a nice man. He’s not in it for the philanthropy, he’s in it for the same reasons that Jade is, that Rob wants to be. Instinct.

  “Besides,” Rob adds. “Why do you think I flew all the way out here in person to negotiate instead of just hacking your comms systems to satisfy my curiosity?”

  She arches her brows. Rob senses she’s glad of the retreat from too-personal territory. “I imagine it’s because I killed all your unauthorised access attempts.”

  “Actually, you annihilated them then salted the earth afterwards.”

  “Ah, did I impress you then, Mr Wright?”

  There is sex curling in the way she says his name. He has a vivid flash to the way she looked with his cum on her chest. He reaches for her, only for her to dodge away and nudge the keyboard across the desk to him.

  “Not so fast, big boy. Here’s the hierarchy we’re looking at implementing. There’s a few issues—not flaws—with the back end. You can see my notes here and here. Any initial ideas?”

  He’s already losing himself in the data. “I’m sure I can think of a few.”

  Chapter Five

  “Amazing!” Rob raves. He pulls down the top of the wetsuit, letting the cooler air buffet him. “That was incredible!”

  Renzo looks smug as he joins him back aboard Estrella. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

  The ecstasy of soaring on the wind, of the white-capped swells rushing past so far below. The neon kite branding the sky above them, while the speedboat devoured the sea in great leaping swathes, pulling them higher and higher and faster and faster until everything dissolved into brilliant sunshine and rebel yells.

  “Can we do it again?” Rob asks, in all seriousness. He finds he’s reluctant to drop the rigging in case there’s any chance of a second turn.

  The afternoon light is very strong. It brings out the fine lines around Renzo’s eyes when they crinkle with laughter. Rob grins back at him and folds himself over the railing to better watch the crew bringing back the boat. He’s got a sunburn prickling across his shoulder blades and he can’t remember feeling more alive.

  “Gracias, Martín, Juan,” Renzo calls. The two men wave up at him and continue their work. Renzo touches Rob’s arm, gesturing to his tattoo sleeves. “Before, they asked about your sirena.”

  Rob glances down at his mermaid, immortalised in green and blue and gold. She’s got the likeness of the first girl he fell for. She nearly dragged him down to the depths of despair, that one, when she left and took his heart with her. By contrast, the devil peering over his left elbow wears the face of the first bloke he was heavy with, before he ran like hell in a narrow escape. If he falls in with these two he knows he’ll end up with more ink before they’re through. Just a question of what mark they’ll leave on me.

  “I’ve always enjoyed the sea,” Rob tells him. “Though your yacht is going to spoil me for anything else.”

  “The first time I brought Jade onto Estrella she was seasick the entire time. She swore at me like a true sailor. I knew she’d love it in the end.”

  Rob reaches for Renzo. Can’t help himself. Beard scrapes his mouth, adding an edge to the already heady sensation of kissing the billionaire. Their tongues stroke against each other as they take the kiss slowly, enjoying it.

  But neither of them got to where they are without pushing for more. Later Rob won’t be sure who started it. It doesn’t matter. What’s important is that suddenly the lazy exploration isn’t enough. Their kiss turns deeper. Wetter. Turns into a joyful battle for dominance that leaves them groaning aloud. Giving over to it, Rob grabs for the other man’s zipper. His skin is damp with perspiration beneath the neoprene. The texture is intoxicating.

  Muscles shift under his grappling hands. Rob gets the advantage, using Renzo’s size against him. This time he wants first blood. He has him down on the ground, arm twisted behind him and his knee firmly at the base of his spine. But the wetsuit is slippery, and as Renzo struggles, Rob loses his grip. From their tangled embrace Renzo gasps out an order, which Rob follows. They tear down the rest of their wetsuits as fast as they can until they’re naked and pressing their bodies together. Renzo has manoeuvred himself on top, but it doesn’t matter. Why the hell should Rob care when it feels so good?

  He revels in the differences of being with a man. Last night, Rob’s sensory overload was smooth and soft and achingly wet. Now it’s the rough scratch of hair and the sharp angles of muscle and bone. But heat. God, the heat is just the same.

  He fights against the heavy body on top of him, not to get him to leave—he’ll die if this stops—but to get some bloody air. Renzo’s legs scissor between Rob’s to spread them wider, his fingers dragging up the taut line of Rob’s hamstring until he’s got an iron grip on his arse.

  Renzo’s balls are a provocative weight between Rob’s spread thighs, his cock is solid against Rob’s belly. Sweat, seaw
ater, semen rub between their straining bodies in a slippery, unholy fucking mess that feels amazing right now but will probably sting like hell later. And breathing—he still can’t breathe, but he’s not so worried about that anymore, not when he’s grabbed Renzo’s arse in return and discovered that the other man really likes Rob’s index finger along his perineum.

  Rob’s got control of the kiss, and anything is worth that, because ever since he’s started his fascination with Vega and Lucky he’s felt like he’s been chasing some impossible dream. But now this kiss means he’s got something legitimate here. It’s an outlet for the restlessness he’s been feeling, a way to walk away from what he should do, and discover things he never dreamed he could. He can be himself again, with people who mean something to him, and know that he’s making his mark on the world.

  Jade. He can see the glimmer of genius in what she does, he admires her resilience and honesty. Renzo. Who’s confident enough as a man to let this incredible woman dictate how she wants to partner with him. And Rob loves that this confidence is so strong that Renzo will let him come here to partner with them too, that Renzo’s letting their cocks rub together with increasing urgency and not a hint of self-consciousness—

  Rob wants it, he wants in, he wants all of it. He’s so bloody grateful that Lucky lives and breathes and fucks, and that Renzo is sharing it all with him. He reaches down between their sliding bodies, feels the wiry trail of hair, then fists Renzo’s cock. He wants to share back, he wants to give everything he can here, because it’s not just about the work anymore, about the victory of ‘getting in on the deal’.

  It’s about—

  “Sex,” Renzo breathes. The word is hoarse, throaty. Rob watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows convulsively in time to Rob’s squeezes.

  Rob pumps his fist, letting the foreskin glide through his fingers. He feels out the curve, enjoying every solid inch, then slicks his thumb on the leaking tip and runs it across the glans. He’s in the driver’s seat now, he can feel it in the subtle tremble of the other man’s body against him. The knowledge of his power makes him slow down even further, resisting when Renzo tries to push faster through the vise of his fingers.

  “That was so hot before,” he says. He’s practically blind from the salt in his eyes, the lust raging through him. All he can see is Renzo’s open, panting mouth, the fine lines at the corners of his clamped-shut eyes, the vivid blue sky burning above them. “Down on her knees, sucking me. I know—ahhh—I know it was her idea. You can’t make Lucky do anything she doesn’t want to, can you? But sharing her with me—”

  Renzo grapples for Rob’s free arm and succeeds in pinning it down to the deck. His eyes open, glassy, his pupils contracting as he focuses. “Shut up and fuck,” he commands.

  Rob fastens his mouth to the side of Renzo’s throat. He can’t get enough of the taste and he can feel the other man responding, his body tightening and tensing and pushing harder against his. Rob throbs with impatience.

  “Your hand,” he gasps, moving his mouth just long enough to get the word out before he goes back to sucking and licking up every bit of salt and musk on offer. Renzo scrabbles between them, his hand finding first his own cock then Rob’s. The webbing of his palm is calloused. Rob whines as Renzo steers their straining cocks together, then joins him, combining his movements to push and pull in a roughened rhythm. There’s friction underneath the pre-cum glossing their skin, just enough to bite with pleasure. He loses track of which is his hand, which is Renzo’s, whose full balls he’s kneading, whose foreskin is stretched out and wet. Whose orgasm builds first doesn’t even matter, because their hitching breath and the bruising pace of their fists mean they’re both going to come. They’re going to come, they’re going to—

  Rob’s body shudders, going utterly limp underneath Renzo’s. I still can’t fucking breathe, he thinks, but he starts to grin anyway.

  Renzo moves furiously, just seconds behind him. Warmth spreads between their bodies, trickling down Rob’s thigh, pooling in his navel. It’s brilliant.

  “We made a mess of your boat,” Rob points out. He’s ended up splayed on the deck, arms spread wide, embracing the sun. Renzo is finally off him, on his side, a bemused expression on his face as he surveys the carnage. There’s a loud rattle as, behind them, the glider fights its moorings to escape back out to sea.

  “It’s a big boat,” Renzo says. He sounds very pleased with himself.

  “It’s a big mess.” Rob kisses him, open-mouthed.

  “We’ll have to make you swab the deck then,” Jade says. She’s wearing enormous sunglasses that shade her face and a white bikini that shades practically nothing. Her tablet computer is lying abandoned beside her. With her palm splayed across her Lycra-covered pussy, she sounds breathless herself. Rob has no idea how long she’s been there watching, but there’s no question she’s enjoyed the show.

  She tosses him a towel. “Go get cleaned up. We expect you to dress for dinner so we can undress you again.”

  “So now I’m your sex slave, not your prisoner?” he manages, still panting.

  Renzo holds Rob in place with an arm around his waist.

  Jade says, “Don’t be silly. You’re the onboard entertainment.”

  Chapter Six

  It’s very late when Renzo comes to his bedside. Gentle but insistent hands shake Rob awake. He’s naked and sleep-drugged and follows without question as his host leads him down the corridor to a private lift. Up it goes. They don’t speak. They stand close.

  Nothing else on this luxury oasis can compare to the place where Renzo Vega invites him now. Nestled at the top of the ship, at the zenith of this isolated world, is a room made almost entirely of glass. It’s so large that it juts over both sides of the ship, over open water. What Rob’s inexpert eye had taken as a control room for the captain from the outside is actually the private kingdom of a billionaire.

  In the centre of the room is an enormous sunken circle of cream-coloured cushions. An antique brass telescope, set beside its professional twenty-first century cousin, are the only other furnishings. There is one solid wall where they are standing as the lift closes behind them. Discreetly inset panels offer technological solutions. Shade. Opaque. Music. Service. Map overlay. Wet bar. These last two are intriguing, but Renzo tells him, “Come,” and Rob follows again, still lost in this dream. And that’s how he discovers that at its edges, the floor is made from glass as well.

  It’s like being on the glider again, flying. It’s like falling again, and being frightened of the water. Beneath his feet, on every side of him, the ship is racing over the waves, kilometres falling away in foam and surf. Racing towards tomorrow, and every possibility it offers.

  “Lights,” Renzo commands, and almost immediately the lights in the room go out. In fact, they go out all across the ship leaving only the safety and warning lights at its very farthest reaches.

  It takes a few moments, but when his eyes adjust…

  “Las estrellas,” Rob realises, and presses himself to the glass.

  Stars, stars, so many of them that they crowd into the glass and press him back. The floor spins beneath him as the waves reflect back the sky’s fire.

  Renzo’s breath is slow and even against the back of Rob’s neck. Awed by the ends of the world, Rob thinks he understands. You can’t live this life alone.

  Jade is waiting. When Rob tumbles into the circle at the centre of the room, she’s there to wrap herself around him, to ground him here on earth. She smells warm, like sex. He moves immediately to her pussy, desperate for the taste of her. She cries out at the first touch of Rob’s tongue, but he’s damned if he’s going to show her any mercy. Her salty musk coats his mouth. He can feel her shivers vibrate through him and she clings like a limpet as he sucks her clit free of its hood. It’s not enough, though, he still hasn’t touched her enough. His hands are at her straining thighs, stopping her from clamping them shut.

  She’s whimpering Renzo’s name, not his, and R
ob finds himself loving her for her defiance. But still his ego roars, demanding acknowledgement. He drags his fingers across her folds, drawing out her quivers, before he plunges three fingers into her. She takes him immediately, closing around him in hot, wet welcome.

  “Rob—”

  “That’s right,” he urges.

  Beside him, lying so close that their bodies touch, Renzo is tugging his own cock. The sense-memory of how that curved thickness felt against his palm overlays the sensations of his fingers moving inside Jade.

  “If you could have anything tonight, Lucky,” Rob whispers. “Him, me, us. How would you take it?”

  She keens and arches up, climaxing in tiny spasms around him. Her body helps him to know just where to rub to get more cream from her. It’s only after he’s been pulled away by Renzo and pushed onto his back against the cushions that he realises she hasn’t replied.

  Jade straddles him, her knees pressing into his hips as she settles across his groin. Underneath her meltingly supple flesh, his penis hardens. She gives him a smile with the edges worn away by her orgasm. He pushes up, grinding against her. He gasps as her slippery entrance embraces him.

  “Let me have you,” he urges. Just the barest nudge of his hips will push him fully into her. He’s so close to taking her it aches.

  Renzo stirs, saying something in Spanish too quickly for Rob to translate. He gets the meaning, though, as Jade slides across Rob to straddle the other man. He fights back his disappointment. Now it’s his turn to touch himself, a poor substitute, as Jade opens her mouth for Renzo’s tongue. They kiss for what seems an eternity of warm, succulent sounds, each well-pleasured sigh licking at his arousal.

  She wraps her hand around his wrist, stilling his pumping hand. “Lie as close to him as you can,” she commands.

  Hips bump. Jade lies on top of Renzo, but it’s Rob she kisses now. She eats into his mouth, her tongue flicking against his with growing urgency. Rob can taste Renzo on her lips. He searches out every bit of the man’s potent flavour as he carefully begins to ease Jade off Renzo and back onto his body. Her nipples are hard buds that catch across his own.