Gambling For The Virgin: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by Dark Angel

  Someone shoves a mic into Danny’s hands, and the chants die a little as everyone wants to hear what the Nailers’ savior has to say. Do you want to know what his first word is?

  “FIONA!” He cries out, looking straight toward me. “Get down here!” He says, and the cameras focus on, my confused face showing on the Jumbotron. “Get down here,” he repeats, and Kim pinches my arm.

  “Go,” she whispers, and Cody pushes me up to my feet. I climb down the barriers clumsily with the help of two police men, and then I start making my way toward the stage, suddenly feeling as if I’m at the center of the universe, every single pair of eyeballs in the States watching me.

  The moment I’m close enough to Danny, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. “This here,” he raises the trophy in their with one hand, “I owe to this woman.”

  The crowd claps and shouts, and it takes almost a minute for the commotion to die down.

  “But you know what?” Danny continues. “Although I wanted this trophy for a long, long time… Now that I have it, I discovered that I had already won the big prize - Fiona’s heart.”

  He passes the trophy to one of his teammates and then turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes. I look back at him, not knowing what to say - or how to say it -, and then he does something I wasn’t expecting at all.

  He goes down on his knees.

  “Will you marry me, Fiona?” He asks me, his words echoing through the stadium as someone hands me him a small velvety box. He snaps it open, and an enormous diamond ring gleams inside.

  The whole stadium has gone silent, and the only thing I can hear right now is the steady pulse of my heart. I open my mouth to speak, and I feel salty tears rolling over my lips. God, I’m crying.

  “Yes! Yes, I will!” I cry out, going down to my knees in front of me and kissing him. “I will marry you, Danny Manning…” I whisper, trying to choke down a sob. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy enough to start crying, but here it is - I’m a whimpering mess of happiness right now.

  The stadium erupts in a chant, the sound so deafening I can’t even make out what everyone’s screaming. Right now, the whole States - if not the world - is seeing Danny propose to me and slip his diamond ring into my finger. And now the whole world also knows that I’m the happiest woman on Earth.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Danny tells me, going up to his feet and picking me up from the floor. I place one arm around his neck and just hold tight onto him as he walks down the stage.

  “Where are you going? You need to be here for the celebration, Danny!” The league’s commissioner starts to say, rushing down the stage and following after us. Without even bothering to slow down, Danny’s reply is a quick one.

  “We’re going to do our own celebration,” he says, looking back over his shoulder at the commissioner.

  “I love you,” I tell him as he walks inside the stadium’s tunnel entrance.

  “I love you too,” he whispers, the long shadows inside the tunnel wrapping themselves around us.

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  And Finally, More Gian and Lucy

  The last thing we have for you is a peek back at Gian and Lucy.

  We hope you’ve enjoyed your journey with us today.

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  Alexis

  142

  Gian and Lucy - The Honeymoon

  “Tommy, I can’t believe you did this!” I wrap my arms around my brother’s neck, kissing him on the cheek. “You do realize that you’re incredible honeymoon gift, crazy work schedule – none of this is going to keep us from spending time together when I get back, right?” I laugh as I say this, because now that Tommy is well, we eat lunch together several times a week. I’ve seen more of him that I had in nearly ten years, and not just because of the fact that he wasn’t busy drinking, gambling, or doing drugs.

  No, thanks to my wonderful new husband, Gian, my brother got help. My brother got better.

  He even got a job and bought me a honeymoon getaway. I let him go and smile at him. He looks better than he has in ages. Young again. Happy. I couldn’t be more grateful.

  I see Gian give him a look before they do the manly pat on the back hug thing that I will never quite get, but they’re both smiling in genuine, wide smiles that reach the eyes. The very air around us seems magical. I have literally everything I have ever wanted.

  Well, there’s one more thing. Something that you don’t exactly hope for when you think you are going to be a virgin for the rest of your life. But a married woman with financial security and happiness totally thinks about these things.

  “When we get back, maybe you’ll be uncle Tommy,” I say with a grin and pat my stomach.

  “Are you?” Gian’s hand closes over mine.

  “Not yet,” I say. “But I doubt we’ll stop practicing…and you’d be such an excellent father,” I say and kiss Gian’s cheek.

  I see something flicker through him. Before Gian and I figured out that he and I could really be together, that all the rocky stuff from his past and my fight or flight survival mode existence could both end, neither of us thought we’d ever get to be so domesticated.

  Now, we can have anything. And I want to have Gian’s baby.

  I think I actually see moisture welling up in Gian’s eyes, but no tears fall. I’ve never seen him have such a strong reaction before, but judging by that smile that’s still there, and the love in his eyes when he looks at me, I think we’re both in agreement.

  “Work on that, then, because I know that Lucy will be a fantastic mother,” Tommy says, turning to head back to his car. “She always takes care of me,” he says in a quiet voice, but I hear him.

  I’ve always done my best, and I’m so glad that he’s in such a good place right now.

  “Tommy told me about this trip…and I took the liberty of upgrading us to first class and extending our stay. I suppose the paradise away from home will be an excellent place to work on making a baby. Though the mile high club will be nice, too,” Gian says, pulling me up into his arms and holding me up.

  My lips drop down to close over his and I think about what he’s just said.

  Sex on an airplane is something that I never even would have thought of. I don’t even know what first class is like.

  Gian and I get in the car, the driver getting us to the airport, and we head for the first class lounge. This is nothing like the few times I’ve flown before. But I’m not terribly surprised that flying with Gian already makes me feel like I’m in a new world. Being wealthy – as Gian’s wife, I am technically wealthy as well – doesn’t exactly come easy to me but I’m trying to get used to it.

  When we board our plane, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. “Well of course we can have sex on the plane,” I say, perhaps a little too loudly, but I’m flabbergasted. There’s a private sleeping cabin with a door and I remember seeing something crazy like this on YouTube and the brief memory of the price tag on something like this makes my eyes widen. “Did you think I was going to be able to wait until we were at the beach to be inside you?” Gian wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me against him so I can feel the full width and length of his erection. His cock is harder than the stuff they make the plane out of, and I can tell exactly what he wants. I can’t say I want anything else, either. The outline of his cock against me makes me bite my lip before I can register anything else.

  We had sex this morning, doggy style, in the shower, and I feel like that was a million years ago now. “I don’t think I can wait another minute longer,” I say in a surprisingly breathy voice. That’s the effect Gian has on me. Since I met him, I’ve found him so irresistible.

  Gian takes my hand and leads me in to our cabin, where we close the door, and he lifts me up like I weigh nothing and lays me down on the bed.

  He eyes me like he’s going to eat
me up for a second, and when his finger is at the drawstring of my sweatpants, I don’t think I can wait a second longer, shaking off my flip flop sandals quickly. I insisted in traveling in something comfortable, and I’m glad I did, because my pants slide right off, giving him near instant access to me. Gian tears down my panties and cups my pussy, sliding his fingers through my wet folds.

  “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me,” he purrs at me.

  I whimper. God, can someone hear us? I realize that I don’t care if they can, though, because I need him so much I would scream and beg for him if he wasn’t already so eager to fuck me.

  “I can’t wait any longer, damn,” Gian says, tearing off his pants. His hands pull my legs up so high that he’s practically folded me in half and he slams his cock into me, hard.

  He’s so deep inside me so fast that I can’t breathe for a second, my eyes roll back in their orbits, and I’m seeing stars.

  Gian slams his cock into me so fast, over and over again, and the wet sound of us fucking is filling the air as much as the scent of my pussy. It smells like sex all around us, and I know someone else on the plane has to know what we’re doing.

  First class flying has some pretty incredible perks.

  Because I know that Gian has enough money, he can do whatever he wants.

  And I love Gian so much, and want him so much, I would let him do anything to me.

  “Fuck,” I groan out, him slamming his cock so hard into my pussy that I forget any urge I might have had to be quiet.

  Gian gives me a smile that is so wide and satisfied it makes my pussy squeeze around him, my clit twitching at how incredibly sexy he is.

  “Kiss me,” I whimper out, wanting him to put the weight of his body on me while he folds me in half like this.

  Leaning so close and pressing his body against me, I can feel Gian’s sexy stubble tickling my face and feel his hot breath on my mouth. “Cum for me,” Gian growls before his lips capture mine. His drugging kiss makes my hips rock up and take every last inch of his enormous cock. My pussy strangles his cock, milking out his cum while mine is gushing out of my pussy. I feel how wet my thighs are getting, can feel his balls slapping my ass and how wet they are with cum.

  When Gian breaks our kiss, his mouth travels down to my breasts and I barely finish one orgasm before his tongue swirling my nipple brings me to another.

  “You’re fucking mine, forever,” Gian growls, sinking his teeth into me.

  “Yes!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing my legs to lock around behind his back. He pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap. Gian holds me while I shake from the incredible orgasms I just had. I rest my head against his chest, kissing him where I can hear his heartbeat.

  “I love you so much,” I say against his skin.

  “You’re my whole damn world. I can’t wait to have a baby with you,” Gian says, kissing the top of my head. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life. I love you.”

  Everything that happened between Gian and I felt like it was happening so fast, and then when we finally got married and knew that we really, truly were going to be together and nothing could tear us away from each other, that’s when I knew that all my years of hoping for more for my brother helped me to be open to a future for myself. Gian and I bared the darkest parts of our souls to each other, and together, we found the light to live in.