Billionaire's Best Woman - A Standalone Novel (A Billionaire Wedding Romance Love Story) (Billionaires - Book #5)

by Claire Adams

  “I'm just tired, that's all. The game earlier really took it out of me. I had to use every ounce of strength in my body. I just need some rest, okay?”

  She didn't seem to believe me, but she gave me some space. “All right, all right, I don't mean to argue about it.”

  “Thanks. I'm sorry I'm in a weird mood. Like I said, I'm real tired from the game earlier, and this, this is just some really crazy news to deal with. It's all a bit overwhelming.”

  “I understand. So, I'm guessing you don't really want to come out with May, Sara, and I for drinks tonight?”

  “They're your best friends, Anne, not mine. I mean, I like them, I don't mean to suggest otherwise – but like I said, they're your friends. I was never close to them. It's fine; you go out and have fun with them. I'm just gonna rest.”

  “Okay, sis. I'm going in about half an hour. I'll probably only be back late.”

  “All right. I think I'm gonna have a bath now and then head back to my place, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

  “Sure thing. Have a good restful evening, sis.”

  “You, too, Anne. Love you!”

  “Love you, too!” She gave me a warm, tight hug, and then went to the spare room to start putting on her makeup and getting ready.

  I sat on the sofa, where Mom was dozing after we'd all watched a movie together. I was worried about her, as well. With both myself and my sister living across the country – and with my sister expecting yet another child, which would make finances for our family even tighter — what was gonna happen with Mom? She'd be by herself here, with nobody to come in an emergency. The thought of that almost made me sick.

  Yes, she'd told me that she wanted me to take this opportunity. And, I knew how stubborn she could be. If I tried to refuse, and stay here with her, she'd get on my case and make me feel guilty about it, even though I was doing it for her.

  That didn't stop me from worrying, though.

  Just then, she started to stir and her eyes flickered open. “Ah, Eryn,” she murmured. “You're still here. I thought you'd be going out with Anne and her friends to have a drink to celebrate this wonderful news.”

  “No, Mom, I think I'm just gonna stay in tonight. I'm real tired from the game. I'm just gonna have a bath here and then go back to my place, maybe watch some television, then get an early night.”

  “Did you call the man from Stanford yet?”

  Oh no, now she was getting on my case about that, as well.

  “Not yet, Mom. And before you say anything, don't worry, I will call him. I'm just real tired, all right?”

  “All right, don't worry; I wasn't going to nag you. But really, my dear, don't leave it too long. You heard what your coach said – it's a time-sensitive issue. He's such a nice man, that coach of yours, Mr. Vinson. Good Lord, he's a handsome one, too, isn't he!”

  I couldn't help but chuckle. Oh, Mom, what would you say if you knew the truth about the two of us!

  “He's a great-looking guy, yeah. And probably the best coach I've ever had.”

  “I'm sure whatever coach you get at Stanford will be just as good. After all, it is one of the most prestigious colleges in the country.”

  “I know, Mom, and I'm sure that whoever is coaching the team there will be amazing.”

  “I think they will be. All right, well I'm feeling pretty bushed myself, dear. I think I need to get into bed.”

  “Have you taken your meds, Mom?”

  She smiled. “I have, yes. Such a caring daughter. I'm happy you and your sister are both here together. It's just like the old days. I'm such a lucky mother.”

  I gave her a hug and squeezed her tightly. “Get some rest, Mom. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Eryn. Goodnight. Make sure you lock the front door on your way out, all right? Mrs. Haxton's apartment got robbed last week, you know. She left the door unlocked, and they just walked right in and took her TV and stereo while she was cooking. Terrible, really terrible.”

  “Don't worry, Mom, I'll make double sure that I lock up. You get some rest now.”

  “Goodnight, dear.”

  “Night, Mom.”

  I helped her up off the sofa and then watched her as she shuffled off to her bedroom. As I did, tears began to sting the corners of my eyes. I stifled a sob and then hurried off to my place.

  *****

  I walked in just as Leena was about to leave. “Hey, I didn't think you'd be back so early,” she said.

  “Early? It's almost eight.”

  “You know what I mean. I thought you'd be going out for drinks with your sister.”

  “Nah, I'm just too tired.”

  “But, Eryn, aren't you like totally excited about the scholarships we've been offered?! I'm still in shock!”

  I gave her a hug. “Of course, I am! Jeez, it's like the best news ever! But I just need a quiet, restful night. We'll celebrate tomorrow night, okay?”

  “Sounds good. I'm off to dance the night away with Simon,” Leena said as she grabbed a few things.

  “Oh, Simon, huh?” I said with a grin and a wink. “So things are getting serious between you two?”

  “I'm gonna be staying over at his place tonight after clubbing, so I guess you could say that,” she replied with a smile.

  “Well, you two have yourselves a good time, and I'll see you tomorrow,” I replied.

  We hugged each other one more time, and then Leena went on her way, leaving me alone in the apartment. I knew at once what I needed to do. I got out my phone and called Wade.

  “Hey,” he answered, and his voice was full of uncertainty and worry.

  “Hey, yourself,” I replied. “Look, I'm all alone at home, and Leena is gone for the night. Do you want to come over...and stay over?”

  “Really? You have to ask? Yes. Yes, definitely. I'll be there in ten minutes.”

  “It’s a twenty-minute drive,” I laughed. “Hurry, but don’t die getting here.”

  I cut the call off and could already feel my blood heating up. All of this tension, all of this worry, and all of this uncertainty – I was going to put them all aside and just live in the moment. And, I knew that Wade would do the same.

  It felt like forever, those twenty minutes between me calling and him arriving, but when he did, no words were spoken between us. He kissed me passionately as soon as he stepped inside the door, and our hands were immediately all over each other's bodies. I could feel all of the tension, anxiety, worry being exorcised through the connection shared between us.

  Wade took off my t-shirt, lifting it quickly over my head as we took a break between kisses, and then I did the same for him, running my fingers over his gloriously-sculpted abdomen. He reached around behind me with his powerful arms to snap my bra undone, and then stopped and looked at me for a moment.

  “God, you are beautiful,” he said as he cupped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me intensely.

  He trailed kisses down my neck until his warm mouth was caressing my nipple, making it fully stiff. The swirling motion of his tongue sent swells of pleasure out from my chest and all across my body. As he was licking and sucking on my breast, he started moving his hands downward, brushing over my ribs and hips with soft, feather-light touches, each of which sent shivers of pleasant vibrations traveling up my skin.

  He then unbuttoned my jeans, his mouth still sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. After they were unbuttoned, he slid them off me slowly, moving his head down my body and placing soft kisses all over my stomach, ribs, and hips as he did. I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking it softly as I did, and watched as he moved his handsome face toward the warmth between my legs.

  With a softly-probing tongue, he licked gently at the opening of my slit and began placing gentle kisses and sucking softly all around my most sensitive areas.

  “Mmm,” he whispered, “you're so wet; so damn wet.”

  I gripped his hair tightly as he started lapping gently at my clit, which was now becoming
engorged and swollen. Each of his firm, steady licks boosted waves of pleasure through me.

  “Oh, God, that feels good,” I moaned, “so good.”

  As he was flicking his strong tongue over my clit, he slipped two fingers inside me, feeding them in gently, inch by inch, and I shuddered and gasped as he started to move them in and out, in and out. The rhythm of his fingers in motion complemented the lapping of his tongue so perfectly that I couldn't help wondering if he was drummer, with such brilliant coordination.

  He started to increase the pace and intensity of the motion of his fingers, and I could feel an orgasm building within me.

  “Yeah, keep going, keep going,” I managed to moan through the bliss as I bucked my hips and ground against him, hardly able to retain control over what my body was doing any longer.

  He kept the lapping and penetration up, and the pleasure increased and increased with massive force until, finally, the orgasm exploded through me with a rushing power, like a tsunami smashing ashore.

  I cried out and pulled his head away from my crotch, too sensitive for that to continue. I shuddered and gasped as the orgasm continued to tear through me as he continued to thrust his fingers inside me. He slowed his rhythm to a halt as my shudders eased and I lay there trying to catch my breath.

  I was determined that it was Wade's turn. Still panting and shivering from the intensity of how hard he'd brought me to orgasm, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans, stroking the firm bulge that was pressing against the inside of his jeans as I did.

  His cock sprang out as I pulled them down, pointing skywards with the rigidity of his erection. I took it into my mouth immediately, staring up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around its head and watched lovingly as he gasped and shivered with pleasure.

  He slipped his fingers through my hair and grabbed two handfuls of it.

  “Oh God, yeah, damn that's good,” he moaned through clenched teeth.

  His muscles contracted under my touch with the intensity of the pleasure, and I began to move my head back and forth, taking in as much of his substantial size as I was able to.

  “Oh damn, damn, damn, damn,” he whispered through clenched teeth.

  I moaned, the sound muffled by the fullness of his cock inside my mouth. It felt so good to be giving him such pleasure.

  But then, he pulled my head away from him.

  “No,” he whispered, “not yet. I'm not going to finish without making you cum again.”

  We stumbled over to the kitchen counter, kissing passionately as we did, and with one sweep of his powerfully-muscled arm, he swept everything off the counter, and lifted me effortlessly up onto it. I was in a seated position with my legs spread open while he was standing before me, our bodies perfectly aligned.

  He kissed me again and began rubbing on my clit, which was ready for whatever he wanted to give me – but his finger wasn’t what I wanted.

  “I want you inside me,” I whispered in his ear as I teased his earlobe gently with my teeth. Instantly, his body stiffened and he let out a growl.

  My words had spurred something in him and he immediately positioned himself to begin feeding his long, girthy length into me, inch by inch. With every inch that he slipped inside of me, I stretched and couldn't help but gasp and shudder in absolute pleasure.

  Finally, he buried himself in fully, and I cried out and hugged him close.

  “Holy hell,” I moaned in his ear. “God, you feel so fucking good!”

  He kissed me deeply and picked me up from the counter, carrying me to my bedroom as he moved me ever so slightly up and down on his hard cock. I wanted more.

  He sat down on the bed, still inside of me, me in his lap, his tongue penetrating my mouth with the same force that his manhood was penetrating me. With one, smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and began to move in and out, slowly at first, almost teasing me with the fullness of him, all while rubbing rhythmically on my clit.

  Soon, as I moaned, cried out, and gasped, he started moving faster and faster, his strokes becoming more intense and forceful until they were blasting surge after surge of utter bliss through me. The force of another orgasm was building, and I knew this one would be much more intense than the previous one.

  “Yes, Wade, harder. Please don’t stop; it's so good, so good...” I was nearly unaware of what I was saying, so caught up in the feeling.

  He grunted as he began jackhammering with ever frantic, deep, pounding thrusts I could feel with greater and more intense pleasure charging through me until the orgasm finally erupted. I cried out as waves of ecstasy tore through my body, screaming out again and again as he continued to drive into me. Moments later, I felt him pulsating inside me, and he cried out and shuddered madly as his own orgasm came on.

  As the waves of bliss finally began to subside, he collapsed onto me, and we both lay shivering and breathing heavily in joyful silence for a few, long moments. He stayed inside me until finally he began to soften, at which point he pulled out.

  “That...was amazing,” I gasped.

  “It was,” he agreed, gasping and panting. “It really was.”

  We lay there for a while, tangled up in one another, enjoying the bliss of the afterglow. I’d never felt closer to anyone than I did Wade at that moment.

  Finally, he broke the silence. “You know...we have to talk about this Stanford thing sometime. We really do.”

  “I know,” I replied, a sadness coming over me as the illusion was shattered. “I know. So, let's talk.”

  “All right,” he replied. “Let's talk.”

  CHAPTER 24

  Wade

  “You're going to take the scholarship,” I said to Eryn. “You have to.”

  She looked away from me and bit her lip. “I know. And yes, I'm going to take it.”

  I sighed. “You'll be all the way across the country. Thousands of miles away...from me.”

  I could see tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. “Yeah,” she said, choking on the word as it crept from between her lips.

  I leaned in to hug her tightly and felt her body shivering with sobs as she cried. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me ever so tightly.

  To tell the truth, I felt like crying, as well. I felt so close to her at this moment – almost closer than I'd ever felt to anyone in my life. I couldn't believe that after everything, after we'd grown so close, we were about to be torn apart, that this amazing bond between us was about to be tested.

  I knew I had to be strong here, though. If I broke down now, it would be a disaster. I swallowed my own grief and did my best to steel my will.

  “Chin up, Eryn,” I said, feigning strength. “We don't know what the future might hold, all right, so let's not get too hung up on it. I know it seems like everything is going to change, and yes, a lot of things are going to change – but it doesn't mean that you and I will... You know....”

  I trailed off, not knowing how to continue or where I was trying to go with it. All I knew was that I had to be strong for the both of us in this moment.

  “You know what?” I said, suddenly invigorated with a new strength.

  “What?” she asked softly, looking up at me with teary eyes.

  “It's Saturday night, for God's sake! We're two young people, and we're sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves while we should be out celebrating life, and all the good things that have happened to us – and all the amazing things we've both achieved with our dedication, hard work, and pure blood, sweat, and tears.”

  She couldn't help but smile through her tears at my over the top, animated pep talk. “You're right,” she said, looking up at me with muted joy in her eyes. “We shouldn't be sitting here feeling miserable like this.”

  “No, we shouldn't. Let's live in the present, for the moment, and just celebrate,” I suggested.

  She kissed me, and we drew it out, making it long and passionate. I started feeling very aroused again, but didn't want to just spend the night having sex – as fun as
that would be. No, I wanted to give Eryn a real night out.

  “But, what about our secret?” she asked suddenly. “If we go out together, and someone we know sees us....”

  The thought hit me hard. She was right; she hadn't left FSU yet, and if people saw us out together, there could be a lot of trouble.

  “You're right,” I said. “We can't take that risk. That's why we're going to Miami.”

  “Miami? When?”

  “Right now. I'll call the airport and book tickets on the next flight. I think the last flight out is in an hour, so if we really hurry, we can make it. Go pack some things in an overnight bag!”

  “Really? But-”

  “Hurry up, Eryn, I'm dialing,” I said, cutting her off as I started looking up the airline number on my phone.

  She laughed, the tears disappearing from her eyes and the sadness fading away as a smile took its place. “All right! I don't think we're gonna get seats, but I'll go start packing just in case we do.”

  “You do that! Go on!”

  She hurried off to her bedroom, and I called the airline at Tallahassee International Airport. “Hi,” I said as a woman answered, “I know this is seriously last minute, but do you have any seats available on the next flight to Miami?”

  “Hold on, sir, let me check,” she said.

  I heard the frantic typing of computer keys, and then she got back to me immediately.

  “You're in luck, sir. There are three seats left on that flight. Are you able to get here in under forty-five minutes to board the flight?”

  “If I drive fast, yes. I'll take two of those tickets.”

  “Okay, sir, may I have your credit card information please?” the lady asked.

  I gave her the card info, which she entered and informed me, “Thank you, sir; you and your companion are now booked on flight 753 to Miami, departing at ten p.m. You have forty minutes to get to check-in; please hurry!”

  “I will. Bye!”

  I cut the call off and scrambled to put my clothes on as I shouted out to Eryn.