Marry Me Again: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Nicole Snow

  That hot, sly smile hanging on his lips gets wider. He doesn't say another word. I watch in awe as he starts pulling off his suit, piece by piece.

  First the jacket, then the tie around his neck. His fingers work each button loose. When he throws his shirt off his chest and lets it drop to the floor, I gasp.

  The tapestry covering his rock hard muscles wasn't there before. It's rich, dark, fiery ink. What looks like dark skies spewing lightning through clouds, and a tiny boat rowing out to stormy seas, where a dragon pokes its head up with a ferocious smile.

  The lightning ripples outward, tapering into stripes that go down his arms. Each one looks like a band stretched across his massive biceps, down to his wrists.

  Now, I know why he needs to wear full suits everyday. Anything cut low, too business casual, and the whole world will know what a freak lurks underneath the whiz entrepreneur.

  “When did you get that?” I ask him, sitting up on the bed so I can touch it. His skin feels warm, smooth, delightful beneath my fingertips.

  “Been a work-in-progress since I set up shop in Seattle. A little of my sub-conscious working its way out on my skin, I guess.”

  “A little?” I wrinkle my nose and smile. “It's amazing, Ryan. Whoever did this work has crazy talent. Not like the amateurs here.”

  “Here?” He raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you're hiding something on that beautiful skin?”

  I blush, and don't say anything. It's his job to find out.

  He moves faster, drawing off his belt, kicking down his trousers. He leaves the huge, throbbing bulge underneath his boxers to taunt me while he rips me up in his arms, pushes one hand below my waist, and starts undressing me.

  He isn't finished until I'm down to just my panties and the stockings underneath my long dress. They're sexy for an autumn outfit. He growls his agreement into my ear, kissing at my neck, fisting my blond hair in his hands and pulling. Hard.

  When his free hand starts plumping my breasts, I'm done.

  My knees buckle. I have to lean back into the bed for support. Beyond ready for him to throw me down, rip away the sopping wet mess between my legs, and fuck me like I've missed for too many years.

  He's rougher than I remember. His hands move with the confidence of a man who's learned a few things over our absence. His touch, his lips, his teeth all coax different points on my body into one steaming, sensual pulse.

  I need this. Fuck, do I ever.

  Everything he does starts so delicate, and quickly turns wild. His soft, teasing lips take mine when he twists my head. His tongue conquers, slipping in and out of my mouth, a crude promise hinting everything to come.

  “Ohhh,” I sputter when his hand glides down my belly, brushing my side, pushing below the waistband to my panties. “Oh, yeah.”

  Yeah. Everything I've ever wanted oozes in that word when his fingers find my slick folds, run up and down them like he's teasing me with the head of his cock. He spreads his hand to cup the warm, dripping mound dying for his heat.

  “I see it” he growls, distracting me with his fingers when he finds the tattoo along my side, hugging my right hip. “It's beautiful, babe. Even if it's a little sad.”

  It's a pitch black heart, split in two pieces, melting like it's wax over fire. For a second, I ignore the pulse between my legs to marvel at how I've had it for almost four years. I got it during the dark days when I'd just flunked school and moved home, empty and rudderless.

  “You know, you're the first one who's ever seen it and given a damn,” I say, wrapping my hands around his handsome neck. “I've almost had it for four years. Not once did Reg ever ask.”

  His eyes narrow, and he silences me with a kiss. When he pulls away, his hand is back in my hair, pulling harder than before. “Fuck him, and fuck everything he did, too, baby girl. You can tell me all about your ink after you're done coming, dripping my seed.”

  “Shit, that sounds –“

  Amazing never gets out. His fingers press back into my panties, and this time they're coming off. One hot, angry jerk shoves them down my legs. He drops to his knees, kissing his way back up my thighs.

  His breath teases, entices, quickening the tremor in my leg. I swear to God, if he doesn't put his face there right now, I'm going to –

  Ryan grabs my legs, holding them apart. His lips taste my pussy for the first time in forever, and it's hard to even stand.

  The tongue I've missed for an eternity goes to work.

  Licking. Sucking. Vibrating his growl each time he runs its tip through my folds, devouring me like he can't get enough.

  He inhales my scent. I struggle to breathe at all. I flop over at the waist, grabbing the edge of the bed, fighting the urge in my legs to close, to soften the merciless wave crashing through me each time he brings me closer to completion.

  His hands won't let me go anywhere. I'm his willing prisoner, captive to his mouth, and it gives me the most exquisite torture a woman can experience.

  There's ripples in my thighs by the time he brings his attention to my clit. I'm panting, moaning each time his tongue flicks my hot little bud. One hand climbs higher up my leg; up, up, up, until his fingers stop near my ass, grazing the very center.

  “God, yes!” I pant, my eyes clenching shut. I'm bracing for a firestorm. “Ryan, don't stop. Ryan, fuck! I'm about to –“

  He preempts me. Two stiff fingers push gently into my ass while his teeth pull my clit. He holds it, smothers it, flogs it like it needs to be punished for missing his mouth for this many years.

  Maybe, just maybe, it does. Before I can reconcile anything in my brain, my muscles coil up and everything goes blinding white.

  Coming!

  I come on his mouth with my ass clenching his fingers, my body still hungry to take more of him inside it. Dragging my nipples into the blanket strewn over the bed, I'm screaming, loving the roughness coursing through every part of me.

  This is what I missed, what I've only had a taste of my entire life.

  I need my sex wild, spontaneous, with no apologies. Ryan delivers, tongue-fucking me straight through my convulsions, making me ride his beautiful face for every sweet spasm.

  I'm in the ether for what seems like an eternity. When I start coming down from it, he eases me onto the bed, ass up as he backs off my pussy, kissing up my back.

  “How long as it been since you've come like that?” he whispers, threading his fingers through my hair. “Be honest.”

  “Too long. Not since the night we got engaged.” I pause, hit by the enormity of what I've just said. “Jesus. I wasted a lot of time with the wrong man, didn't I?”

  “He kept you waiting for me,” Ryan says, turning me around, stopping to brush his lips against mine. “I've missed your taste, Kara-bou. Missed it like my own damn reflection. I've had to see Tanner Brooks staring back for the last five years, living a lie I never wanted. When you're naked in front of me, screaming my name, I see the man I used to be. I see Ryan, and I want to bring him back.”

  “You will,” I whisper.

  My legs keep shimmying against his boxers. I want to return the favor.

  He couldn't have missed my taste more than I've yearned to have his cock in my mouth again. I want to bear down deep on every inch, rub my tongue on his swollen tip until he floods my mouth.

  I want him grunting, grinding, clenching the sheets like he's about to explode.

  Because once he does, the mistakes we made die a little more. Every time we come is a little more assurance this bitter road ends here, and a new one opens.

  We're staying here, entangled, right where we belong.

  “Does Tanner like to fuck, or make love gently?” I ask, pursing my lips, desperate to see his cock again.

  He smiles. “Ryan fucks both ways, and that's who you're with tonight, Kara-bou.”

  He straightens, hooking his thumbs against his boxers. They come down too slowly for my liking. His cock springs out, into his fist. He kicks his boxers off behind him, and
then he's crouched on the bed, giving me a magnificent view.

  It's just as glorious as I remembered. Huge, thick, throbbing and – what the hell? – pierced?

  “No way,” I say softly, sitting up so I can get a better look. “You're just full of surprises, aren't you?”

  “Only the best kind,” he whispers, taking my hand. He opens it, pulls my fingers apart, and wraps it around his seething length. “Come closer. Get a better look. You ought to see what you're dealing with before it's in you, babe, making you come harder than you've ever come in your life.”

  Holy shit. I don't think he's lying.

  No, I know he's telling the truth when I run my fist up, edging the tip with my thumb. Thick, hot pre-come spills out his little slit. I lean in, hovering over the silver bead in his dick, and give it a quick kiss.

  “It's warm.”

  “Just like the rest of it,” he says, taking my wrist again. He grabs both arms, laying me back, spreading me apart to make way for him as he moves between my legs. “Much as I want your lips wrapped around me again, I have to see your face when I fuck you, Kara. Need to see every muscle twitch when I'm balls deep, scratching that five year itch, spilling everything I've got inside you.”

  How could I possibly argue?

  My legs open for him automatically. He takes his sweet time, rolling his eager dick across my folds, tormenting me with just the tip. It brushes my clit, sending lightning through my blood.

  The beautiful bastard's going to make me beg, isn't he?

  “Please,” I whimper, moaning when he edges his dick lower, pressing its head against my entrance.

  I'm soaked. Crazed. Dying to feel him inside me already.

  “Louder,” he says, flicking his cock against my pussy faster. “I've waited so long to hear how bad you want this.”

  “Please. Ryan – oh, God!” My legs can't stop brushing his, and my hips are trying to bring me closer. I'd be grinding against his cock, if only he weren't holding me down. “Fuck me. Please.”

  Please.

  His smile grows. It's an evil one now. I'm rolling my head, thrashing back and forth, animal need taking over.

  “Please!” I say it once more, the last time before I'm going to bite him in the face.

  His hips move. They roll forward, sinking his dick into me, good and deep.

  Five fucking years. I can't believe I'm having him again, taking every inch to my womb, anchoring him in me with my legs draped over his, panting like mad.

  I can't hold back. He only thrusts for half a minute before I'm coming. I've barely sampled what he offers, and I'm already losing it. Giving up my pleasure to his lips, his thrusts, my eyes fluttering every time he plows deep.

  He's stretching me open. He's massaging me in places I've never felt before each time he moves near my womb, owning my pussy with the smooth, hot bead in his tip.

  “Yes, yes! Ryan – yes!” He fucks me faster when I start convulsing.

  Oh, this man. This wonderful fucking fire.

  More, more.

  Yes!

  My pussy clenches around him so hard I think we're melting into each other. He rumbles his delight, slamming into me faster, fucking straight through my first release like a train without brakes.

  Fingers, toes, everything curls. Bending to the pleasure, the heat, the love I've missed for so long.

  He stops to kiss me alive again when the maelstrom stops. His dick is still moving, deep inside me, making slow, hard strokes. Stretching my walls apart for the only man worthy of owning them.

  “Yeah, fuck yeah, babe. This is our night,” he says, whispering while he takes my earlobe with his teeth. “I'm going to turn you over. Fuck it all out on my dick. All of it, Kara. Every time you've missed me, every time you've dreamed about us, every time you knew he was wrong for you. We don't stop until we've torn these sheets. I want you to squirt all over them, and I'll bury every hot load I've got in your sweet cunt.”

  I'm almost squirting with every rough, dirty sentence rolling out of his mouth.

  Ryan's strong hands lift me up, put me on my knees, and guide me down. I'm stuck for a breathless second, burying my face into the sheets Reg and I shared for the last time.

  Behind me, he tilts my ass up. His cock mounts me from behind, sinking into me again, fisting my hair.

  His thrusts come quicker this time. I fuck back against him slowly, slamming my ass into his lower abs.

  It's love. It's hate. It's everything I missed and everything I thought I'd lost, everything I secretly wanted when Reg would try to fuck me like a man, and failed miserably.

  I was blind, or just put to sleep by his bedroom antics, plus wishful thinking. But I'm awake now, electric and alive, moving my hips to the savage thud in my heart.

  “Fuck me!” I scream it, beating my hips into his, hair flying everywhere that isn't collected in his fist.

  His fingers catch, pulling me back, making it hurt so good.

  The entire bed shakes like never before. I don't even know if this hand-crafted wood can hold up to the beating it's getting. I'll break it before I slide off his cock.

  “Are you ready, beautiful?” he growls, slamming his hand into my ass.

  The sharp, brusk heat catches me by surprise. My pussy blazes again on his cock, close to overload.

  “Are you fucking ready?” he asks again, his last words snarling out.

  The frantic twitch in his hips as his cock stabs into me tells me exactly what he means. He's about to come inside me, marking me again from the inside out.

  “Come!” I whisper, voice trembling. I never knew it would be so hard to wish for something I want this much. “Come inside me, Ryan. Please.”

  He lunges. Burying his cock in me to the hilt, he rips at my hair, grabbing my hips with his free hand to hold me onto his length.

  Then there's nothing but hellfire.

  His heat picks me up, slams me down.

  He fucks me, fills me, pours himself in, bathing my pussy in molten, satisfying warmth.

  I'm undone. Lost. Coming, coming, coming like a lake storm, sudden and fierce.

  His cock drills deeper, flinging my body against him like a doll, grinding his roar through his teeth. Swelling, shooting, exploding, he empties himself several times over, digging his fingers into the red burn he's left on my ass cheek the whole way through.

  When it's over, he pulls out. His heat runs down my thigh, liquid fire making me shudder.

  I collapse in his arms. We breathe, we gaze into each other's eyes, but we don't speak.

  I don't know what happens next, except that he's going to fuck me many more times before the night is through.

  He turns to me when we've both replenished the air in our lungs. “I'm heading back to Seattle for a few days next week. Come with me.”

  He doesn't ask. I smile because we both know he doesn't need to.

  There's no need to answer him with anything besides another kiss. Hot, sticky, and full of new love.

  “Is that a yes?” he says, smiling because he knows it is. I give him another kiss, hotter than before, lowering my hand to his cock.

  What we've kindled tonight is precious. There's so much more to fix before we can just be, and all our problems will be here when we get back, if we can put them on hold at all.

  After tonight, they don't matter. I'll follow him to the ends of the Earth.

  Anything, everything, and always to hold onto this second chance.

  10

  Morning, Noon, and Night (Ryan)

  She wakes up with my hand between her legs. Doesn't take her long to moan when I press my thumb against her clit, pushing my fingers through the sweet, hot wetness I fucked long and hard last night.

  “Ryan?” she murmurs, smiling, as if she has to remind herself it's really happening.

  “Say my name louder,” I tell her, pushing my fingers into her harder, teasing the spot along her inner wall that makes her legs to tremble. “I want everybody in these condos to know who's fuck
ing you, babe.”

  Her body ripples, unsure, the last shred of reason on her brain trying to pull her away from me. I grab her by the waist, jerk her back, and rub her pussy until the next few moans off her lips flow like honey.

  “You love it, and you love me, too. I'm done hiding, Kara-bou. Done holding anything back. We're waking up fresh and alive. Today's the last day this town ever thinks you're with him. Ruining this bed is just the beginning.”

  Her lips form a circle when she hears it. My ears prickle, listening as she sucks in a fierce little breath, turning me to granite.

  I need to be inside her.

  Can't get enough since we started last night. I barely backed off fucking for a few hours so we could get some sleep. My jet leaves in a few hours, ready to bring us out to Seattle, just like I promised. I intend to spend every waking minute we're left in this town naked, joined, and making up for every lost night I wasn't with my wife.

  Still feels like I haven't made up one one-thousandth of the time we've been apart.

  My dick swells, bulging against her ass. Kara wiggles into me, urged on by lust, but also the chill in the air. Didn't allow her any clothes, not when I've waited five years to have her naked next to me again.

  My heat will do. So will the friction of my frantic cock when it's buried deep inside her, promising to make her moan, scream, and sweat through the whole winter.

  Her thighs twitch around my hand. She's fighting me, the little minx, so overcome with pleasure she can't stand it.

  Growling, I pull her legs apart. My fingers go harder, faster, and I bring my mouth down on hers, letting my tongue mimic my hands.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Fuck, yes.

  We suck hungrily. She whimpers each time her throbbing clit grazes my thumb. I'm going to go insane if I can't own every hole in her body over and over and over again. My dick presses against her tight ass, and soon, I can't control myself a second longer.

  I move away. Her face looks pleading and infuriated.

  “Climb on top of me, baby,” I growl, reaching for her ass, helping her straddle me. “I want your beautiful tits in my face when you're coming on every inch.”