Billionaires Runaway Bride (A Standalone British Billionaire Romance Novel)

by Claire Adams

  Something about her made me want to let loose all over again though.

  “You want some dessert?” I needed to change the subject before I dropped my morals and pulled her into my lap. Her cheeks were flushed, and I couldn’t tell if it were the alcohol or her subtle flirting. It most likely was a bit of both.

  Or it was the naughty thoughts running through her head. I’d seen her watching me earlier when the food arrived, and the need in her eyes stained my soul. There was no way around the feelings building inside of me.

  Right, wrong, or indifferent, she was going to be mine. But only if she wanted to.

  “No. I’m so full.” She leaned back and in her chair and let out what sounded like a contented sigh. “This was exactly what I needed. A day of shopping, a great dinner, and a handsome man to help tote my bags.”

  “Handsome?” I lifted my eyebrow and picked up my beer, watching her over the rim of it before I took a long drink.

  “Oh, yeah.” She glanced around and leaned in as if she were about to dish out the truth to a secret she’d been holding in. Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. “So, you might not know this, but every woman in this bar has checked you out twice.”

  I leaned closer, loving how alive and full of life she was. “I do believe, my dear, that they’re all looking at you.”

  Her laugh was contagious. She clapped a few times as her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, that’s funny. Peyton keeps telling me that men are pigs and I should think about getting with a lady.”

  “I’m going to have to ask you to excuse me for being less than a gentleman.”

  Her eyes widened, and her expression faded as confusion seemed to set in. “Oh. What do you mean?”

  “If you’re going to get with another lady, well, I’m going to have to watch.” I shrugged, took another drink of my beer, and smiled like a tomcat. “You don’t mind, right? I just want to make sure you do things right. It’s in your best interest.”

  Her smile widened her pretty face again as she reached out and swatted at me. “Oh. Shit. I thought I had offended you.”

  “Never.” I got up and reached for her, helping her off her stool. “Come now. Let’s get you home before you piss off all of the men in the pub.”

  “By being your date?” She smiled up at me and slid her hand around the back of my waist.

  I mostly held her as we walked toward the door. “No, pretty girl. By stealing their women.”

  She laughed loudly again and curled up beside me, letting me guide her to the front. “Oh, I love it. I didn’t even think of that.”

  Albert held the door for us and offered me a cheeky smile. “Take care of the woman, eh? And bring her back, for God sakes. She brightens up the place.”

  I nodded. “I would agree, old friend.” I glanced down to Molly and smirked, the poor girl too drunk to stand up. “Molly, say goodnight.”

  She sighed and glanced up at Albert dreamily. “Goodnight.”

  “Night, lass. Enjoy your evening with this guy.” He reached out and patted my chest. “He’s the best of the best.”

  She turned her chin up and nodded lazily. “I agree, and he’s so fucking dreamy, right?”

  I shared a chuckle with Albert before gripping Molly around the waist and helping her down the street.

  “You doing okay?” I held onto her tightly as she sang something under her breath. Her singing voice, though slurred a little, was actually quite good. I found myself listening closely, trying to discern what song that she was hung up on.

  “Yeah. I had a lot of fun today.” She gripped my side tightly as she pressed her cheek against my chest.

  The position made it a little hard to walk together down the street, but I wasn’t bringing her attention to the intimacy of it. It felt too fucking good to possibly wake her up and have her pull away from me.

  “I had fun too. You enjoyed the fish and chips?” I leaned down and breathed in deeply, staining my lungs with the sweet smell of her shampoo. Every part of me wanted to experience her. It was so far beyond wrong, yet I didn’t care.

  I wanted to touch her soft skin and hear her moan my name. She’d shake and twitch as I rested between her taut thighs and spread her sweet lips open enough to taste her. My balls contracted tightly, and I groaned.

  She stopped midsentence and moved back, surprising me a little. The curious look on her face was enough to capture a part of my heart. I needed to behave. This sweet woman had been through too damn much to have an asshole like me thinking about stripping her naked and fucking her senseless.

  “Are you okay?” She reached out and pressed her hands to the front of my chest as I stood there, stone still with her bags in one of my hands.

  “Oh, yeah. Why?” I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “You groaned or something.” Her eyes moved downward, as did her hands.

  I held my breath as she curled her fingers into claws and scratched softly over my stomach. Another groan left me, and her eyes darted back up to mine.

  “That feels good.” I slid my fingers into her hair, holding the side of her neck with my free hand. “Be careful, Molly. I’ve had a little too much to drink to have you teasing me.”

  “Like this?” She stepped closer and cupped my cock, squeezing softly as my eyes fluttered closed.

  I used my grip on her to pull her closer and leaned down, opening my eyes, but stopping just before my lips touched hers. My dick was pulsing against her hands, thick and hard, as it should be. “Yeah. Like that.”

  She blinked a few times as if she were coming to. “Oh. Shit.” She moved back. “Alfie, I’m sorry. It’s the liquor.”

  I winked at her and reached for her hand, pulling her close to my side as I turned and walked up toward the house. “There’s nothing to apologize about. I enjoy your playful side.”

  “I know, but I shouldn’t have.” She was out of breath, which was such a fucking turn on.

  “Hush. I like you touching me. No matter where it leads to. We’re friends having fun. Period.”

  “I like that.” She snuggled back up against me and hiccupped, the sound causing both of us to laugh. It was far more than just having her touch me that had me turned on. It was her. All of her. There was no fucking way I was backing down if she stepped up again. One more push from her side of the fence, and I was hopping over and taking her full force.

  We made it to the house a few minutes later, and we laughed together over something funny she mumbled incoherently. I got the door open, and we walked into the darkness.

  “Alfie?” She turned as I shut the door and reached for me.

  “Yes, my lady?” I gripped her hips as my body lit on fire. Her expression was a little too sensual for me to ignore the lust pumping through my veins.

  “Kiss me. Please?”

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, reveling in the deep moan that left her. It would seem that I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t made love to someone else in a while.

  Time to remedy that for us both.

  Chapter Ten

  Molly

  This is foolish and brash. I couldn’t help but think about how much of a fuck up this was going to be in the morning. And yet, there was no stopping it as the blood in my body rushed to the one place I desired Alfie’s touch the most.

  His lips worked against mine expertly. The taste of beer was so right while his tongue battled against mine. He slipped his hand back into my hair, threading his fingers there to hold me still. His kisses grew more dominant by the second, his tongue rolling against mine as he forced me into submission. My body pulsed with need, and wetness drenched my panties.

  I was utterly under his spell—even if that small part of me told me to stop this before it could continue on. We were both intoxicated. This was Harry’s former friend. It was too fucked up and complicated to do something like this. I had no idea what I was doing with my life.

  Despite all these reasons bo
uncing around in my head anxiously, I still couldn’t control that surge of heat rising throughout me. Every inch of Alfie’s body was pressed up against mine in the most deliciously intimate way. The strength of his body shifting against my hold as his hands trailed down my sides elicited a shiver from me. He ran his hands over my hips before curving backward to my ass.

  I gasped against the kiss when his fingers dug into the flesh there before continuing down. In one easy lift, he hooked his hands behind my knees. I wrapped my legs eagerly around his waist without pause. Desire flooded my entire body. All those reasons were gone as I found my hips grinding up against a hardness that strained against the fabric of Alfie’s pants. His cock felt so good against my softness.

  My back collided with the wall behind me. My shoes tumbled from my hands to the floor while I grasped at Alfie’s strong shoulders. Nothing could stop the lust raging through me. So long. It had been too long since it felt this good to be touched by a man who actually wanted to touch me. With Harry, it had been business-like. Wham. Bam. That was it.

  Lost to the sensation of him, I shifted my hips to feel his thick erection against the need pulsing around my clit. Alfie broke off the kiss with a primal groan. The sound brought a new flood of emotions through me, and deciding that I like this rough side of him, I rolled my hips again. His hands grasped at the back of my thighs almost painfully.

  Sucking in a harsh breath, he rested his forehead against mine. Our frantic breaths intermingled as I tried to decipher the conflicted look on Alfie’s face.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, breathlessly. “I-I-I can’t stop if we keep going at this. I just want to make sure that you’re okay with us doing this. I want to fuck you so bad, Molly. Tell me. Now.”

  This was it. This was my escape route from a potentially hazardous situation. Except, I couldn’t find it in me to pull away. I wanted this. I wanted Alfie. Damn the consequences.

  Tilting my head up, I looked him directly in the eye. Lust and desire had caused his eyes to darken to an almost dangerous and primal glint. A shudder went up my spine as I reached forward to start on the buttons of his shirt.

  “I want this,” I said and dipped my fingers in to touch the exposed skin there. “I want you. I need you. Now.”

  Alfie’s eyelids fluttered in response to that. One hand drifted up to touch the hemline of my shirt. A thumb dipped in to touch the skin there teasingly, and I arched up against his touch, craving even more.

  “Are you absolutely sure?”

  I bit back my frustration because I knew he was trying to be a gentleman about everything. We were both drunk, and he wanted to make sure I was still capable of making choices.

  “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure. Just shut up and kiss me.”

  The corner of his lips curved upward. “With pleasure,” he said and crushed his lips against mine in another ardent kiss that left me panting and writhing against him in lust.

  My back lifted away from the wall. Clinging to his shoulders uncertainly, I tore my lips away from his to voice my objections. He didn’t give me a chance to say a word. His lips attacked the exposed skin of my neck while he encouraged my legs to wrap around his waist tighter. He moved us up the stairs, his fingers digging into my ass painfully.

  It was pitch black besides for the moonlight coming in through the windows. It was a battle now with our bodies straining desperately against each other while my fingers worked on the last button of Alfie’s shirt. Dimly aware of the spacious room, we collapsed on the soft and silky covers of a bed.

  A gasp left me when I felt the delicious weight of Alfie’s body pressing up against mine. He nestled himself between my legs without hesitation. His hips pressed up against mine intimately—a tease of what was about to come.

  Heavy breaths and wanton gasps filled the room. I reached up to shove the fabric away from his broad and cut chest. My fingers danced along his torso while I felt strong core muscles shift as Alfie leaned back on his knees to shrug out of his shirt. Every inch of him was built for strength. Tight muscles bulged out through hot skin. He was a man who took such good care of himself.

  Alfie’s fingers trailed down to grab at the hemline of my shirt. He hesitated for a moment until I raised my arms impatiently in a wordless sign of permission. He tossed it aside the abyss alongside the bed, I arched up to unclasp my bra to speed the process up. I heard Alfie chuckle in amusement through the darkness of the room.

  “A bit impatient?” he teased, his fingers ghosting the skin on my stomach.

  I felt the clasp give away to release my breasts. “You have no idea how impatient I am. I haven’t had a man take care of me in so long.”

  I wanted to explain how it was between me and Harry, but there was no fucking way I was messing up the moment. I wanted him naked and pressed to the front of me, driving into me with a passion that would burn. Every cell in my body ticked with the desire for release. And more than that…I wanted to see him through his.

  Warm and callused fingers cupped my breasts with ease and tenderness. The fire in my belly started to spread throughout the rest of my body. Burying my fingers in the soft strands of Alfie’s hair, I let out a startled gasp when hot breath circled my right breast before his tongue darted out to tease the sensitive flesh there. I writhed in pleasure as Alfie took his time in suckling at each breast before trailing hot kisses down my navel.

  My heart thumped hard against my ribcage as the clasp of my jeans loosened, followed by steady fingers tugging the fabric down. I lifted my thighs eagerly to help him before sitting up to smash my lips up against his in a fevered kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance again while our hands explored the bare skin that was exposed.

  Black tendrils of hair curled against my fingertips as I trailed a hand down to the button of Alfie’s jeans. His lips were pressing hot kisses down the column of my neck. The intoxicating effect of the liquor and his hot body pressed up against mine made it incredibly hard to concentrate on working the zipper down. Once the fabric slackened, I dipped a hand into to grasp at his arousal, his cock so thick and hard. Chill bumps broke out on my skin, and I moaned at the delicious sensation of his pre-come wetting my palm.

  Alfie growled against my neck. His hips jerked when I gave an experimental pump before he pulled my hand away.

  “I don’t think so,” he whispered, pushing me onto my back. “It’s not going to happen that way, love. I want to feel your body wrapped around mine.”

  “I want that so bad.” A shiver went through me at the pet name even though I knew it was a common thing for the British to say.

  He kicked away his pants and boxers before kneeling in front of me proudly with his erection brushing against the inside of my thigh. I clutched at the blankets to keep control of reality when Alfie’s fingers brushed up against my pussy. Pleasure quickly built in me under the steady rhythm of his fingers before he pulled away right as I reached the teetering brink of an orgasm.

  “You’re more than ready for me,” he said, and I could hear a pleased smirk in his voice.

  I slipped a hand between us to wrap my fingers around his cock. I heard Alfie’s sharp intake of breath. “You’re ready too.”

  “Of course I am. I’ve been only dreaming about this moment for a while now. Don’t hate me because of it.” He reached out and touched the side of my face. “You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in the likes of forever, Molly. I’m just a man.”

  “Stop talking.” I smiled and cupped my hand over his and offered him a naughty smirk.

  I swallowed thickly at the confession. The last bit of fabric between us came sliding down my thighs as he tore my panties from me and got up.

  “I need a condom. I’m not going to be able to control myself with you.”

  I watched as he turned and walked to the bathroom, his ass so fucking perfect. I wanted to grip it and squeeze while he lost himself inside of me.

  He returned a few seconds later, his shaft blue from the rubber. He smiled and moved
back on top of me. “Now, where were we?”

  We both let out a satisfied moan as he nestled against me intimately. The feel of his body pressed against mine was almost too much, but nothing could prepare either of us as he pressed his thick shaft inside of me.

  The collective groan filled the air, and I whimpered with need. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Never,” he growled and kissed me a few times before letting loose. I dug my fingernails into the skin of Alfie’s arms as he moved against me in a deep and hard pace that I met eagerly by arching my hips. I needed to be fucked, and he was going to give me exactly what I was after.

  Our bodies strained against one another for fulfillment. Alfie’s pace continued to quicken as he buried his face against my neck to press soft kisses there between groans of pleasure. I was trapped beneath his strong body that strained against mine for pleasure, but I never felt safer and devoured in my life.

  The sensation grew between us. I bit down on Alfie’s shoulder to stifle my scream that I’m sure the neighbors a hundred acres away could hear. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over us both. Alfie didn’t stifle his reaction to his release. He let out a long groan before his body collapsed against mine in a rather violent shudder.

  We stayed that way for a long time while the surreal and pleasurable haze lifted away to a warm glow from the drinks. I stared up at the ceiling of Alfie’s bedroom when the cold reality crashed down on me.

  We had sex. We had fucking amazing sex. I slept with my ex-fiancé’s friend.

  My eyes slipped closed as shame shot through me. I had always prided myself on being so in control of my desires over the years. Yet, with Alfie, it had happened so quickly. He had come barreling through my defenses like they were made of nothing.

  “Alfie—” I started.

  “Don’t do it,” he said and lifted his head from where it rested against my neck. “Don’t do it, Molly. Don’t start doubting things.”