Brent called a cab and pulled Riley in with him. They had until morning before they left and he wanted them to be in a room together, alone. He asked the driver to take them to the finest hotel that was close by and Riley stared at him. “I just want some time with you.”
“I don’t know if I can…though earlier was great,” Riley whispered, and he kissed her.
“I don’t care. I just want you in my arms,” Brent told her. She laughed and kissed him back.
They got a suite under his assumed name for the night, and Riley pulled her phone out of her small purse and stared at it. “I need to tell Dec.”
“He’s going to murder me tomorrow, but he has to know something is real between us,” Brent said, and she stared at him.
“There is, isn’t there? It’s only been a week maybe, and this has become everything to me,” Riley murmured, and Brent shook his head.
“I’ve always known you. The timing just needed to be right.”
Riley sent a message to her brother and winced as her phone chimed. “He wants to know where we are.”
Brent heard his phone as well and slipped it out of his jeans to look at it. His best friend was pissed off and rightfully so. He sent a message assuring Dec that Riley was safe with him in every possible way. He knew that there would be hell to pay in the morning, but he threw his phone on the table and took Riley’s away from her.
Chapter Six
Brent took Riley’s hand and led her to the bed, where he sat her down. “I don’t need to do anything with you tonight, no sex. I just need some time alone with you.”
“I felt so good earlier. I want to try something,” Riley told him, and he leaned in to kiss her softly.
“Yeah?” His cock surged to life and Brent paused before her lips. Riley pulled back and lifted her shirt up and off as Brent stared at her wordlessly. Her breasts were bare and perfect, and he leaned back to watch her. Riley slipped her hands over her body and watched as her nipples hardened. She smiled.
“I want you to kiss them again.” Brent smiled as he leaned back towards her and kissed her lips before he moved down her neck. Riley moved to her back, and he thumbed the pebbled skin before he leaned down to kiss her between her breasts.
They were alone now. The phones were silent, they had the whole night before the shit hit the fan and Brent was going to take advantage of it. He moved his lips over her right nipple and stroked it with his tongue as she cried out. Brent sucked it between his lips and she slipped her hands into his tousled hair which had dried in a mess from their earlier time on bus. He’d had to wear a beanie to the bar, but that was somewhere across the room now.
Riley pushed him away and ripped his shirt over his head before she kissed him again. She slipped her skirt and underwear down, and Brent almost choked, kissing her to take his eyes off of her. Riley returned his passion as he let his hands roam over her body to stroke her soft skin and feel her heat. He kissed down her body again, over her nipples and her stomach, before she was pushing him between her legs. “Have you done this before?”
“You’re the first. I have only kissed someone before. I didn’t feel this way…I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life.”
“I’m honored,” Brent whispered before he moved closer and inhaled her sweet scent. Her release from earlier was still there, and he pressed his mouth against her to taste it as she grabbed onto his hair and rocked forward. Her pussy was wet and welcoming, and Brent licked and sucked, finally drawing her clit into his mouth as she moved against him and moaned his name. Riley came with a low scream as he drank her all in and spread her legs wide apart to slip his tongue inside of her.
He’d gone down on many women, but it was always just a step towards getting inside of them. This time, Brent felt Riley coming and grabbing his hair, and he didn’t care if he got inside of her at all at that moment. He just needed to be close to her.
Riley laughed as he looked up at her and rested his chin on her flat stomach. “You’re perfect,” he told her, as he looked up her flawless pale skin and paused on her small breasts with the dark pink nipples.
“You’ve seen a lot of women,” Riley said, and he nodded. “Am I better?”
“Better? You’re everything to me,” Brent told her, as she narrowed her eyes. “That, my past…it was escaping. You know about my mom, and then Lilith, and I just ran and ran. I ran into the arms of alcohol and drugs and yes, women and sex.” Brent had had a fiancée when he was twenty-four who had died in a car accident a month after the proposal and had lost his mother to cancer when he was just twelve. “Hell, looking back, I think Lil was just a way to cope. She never felt like you do in my arms.” He stared into her eyes.
“I want you. I want you to be my first everything,” Riley told him, and he licked his lips before he moved over her to kiss her. She ate her taste off of his lips, and he pressed his hard cock against her thigh as he took a deep breath.
“You can’t take this back, Ri.” She nodded and kissed him again. Brent had a few condoms on him as an old habit, but he’d never expected to end up here with Riley.
“I know.” Brent kissed her until she was breathless before he pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off, and as his cock sprung free her eyes widened. “How is that going to fit?”
“Perfectly,” Brent told her, and he smiled. “I have condoms with me, but I have always been careful. I’ve been tested on the regular, and I can be again for you if that’s what you want. I’d take it all back if I could.”
“I know that you couldn’t hurt me. You’ve always been protective of me,” Riley told him, and he nodded as he knew she was right. “Use them now and we’ll see from here. I’ve never been on birth control.”
“We’ll fix that.” Brent leaned in to kiss her as he gripped the foil in his hands and memorized the moment. He memorized the way her lips tasted and the way her body arched to meet his. Brent felt her wrap around his finger as he slipped it inside of her and the way that she moaned as she leaned her head back. She was so ready for him, and he stared into her eyes as he felt her tighten around him.
Brent spread her legs and covered himself with the condom before he slipped just hit tip inside of her warmth. Riley was shaking as she looked at him and he leaned down to kiss her as he slid deeper inside. “Why did you wait for this?” Brent asked her, as he pulled back.
“I’ve always had a crush on you, Brent. I dated but I just never felt anything for them. I have always loved you,” Riley told him, as she winced and froze beneath him. “Oh God. Keep going.” He did, against his will, and buried himself inside of her, then stilled for a moment. She loved him and here he was taking her innocence away when he didn’t know what he felt. “Brent, I want you. Make love to me.”
He pulled back and did just that as she clung to him, and Brent knew that he loved her as he felt her open and take all of him. Their bodies rocked together, and he felt her release just before his own, one that he felt in every nerve ending in his body. Brent cried out her name as he moved inside of her and kissed her lips, and he dropped on the mattress beside of her as he took a deep breath. “Fucking hell. That felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” he told her, and she laughed.
“I can agree.” Brent looked at her. “I want to do it over and over.”
“Not right now,” Brent told her, and he watched her move closer and kiss him. “I love you, Riley. I want this to be real, and I always did from the moment I saw you in that hotel room. The problem is that Dec and Kenzie might not be so into the idea and kill me.”
“They won’t,” Riley assured him. He held her close and breathed her in.
They ordered room service and slept in until nine before they caught a cab back to the bus. Riley looked at the bus and held his hand as she gave him a determined look. They’d made love as many times as she could handle it and he just wanted to sleep with her in a bunk for the rest of the day.
The door opened and her brother and sister stepped out
. Brent took a deep breath. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kenzie asked. Riley narrowed her eyes.
“No cameras. No people. This is real to us,” Brent told her. Declan shook his head.
“Brent, you’re not good enough for my sister,” Kenzie said.
“I am better because of her. I just didn’t know that what I needed had always been around,” he said. He looked at Riley with a smile. “I love her, you guys. I am going to give her the best life that I can.”
“I love him too. You know that, Dec.” Riley said.
“I thought you were over that, but I suppose this would’ve happened without my help,” Declan said. He smiled. “Take care of her.”
They decided to continue the tour as planned, only Riley slept in his arms every night. When he wasn’t doing stuff with the band, Brent was with her, whether they were alone or with a group. Alone was tricky, but he taught her about tour sex in a bunk every chance that he had.
Epilogue
The media confirmed them as a couple two months later when Riley was moving into Brent’s apartment, much to Declan’s dismay. She registered for school and Brent took her to take care of the finances. She held his hand and blushed as the other students stared at him. He signed a few autographs and posed for some pictures while she chose her classes, and she could barely keep her eyes off of him. “I love you, Brent.”
“I love you, Ri. All set?” he asked, and she nodded. “Let’s celebrate with lunch.”
“You spoil me too much, baby,” Riley murmured, as he leaned in for a long kiss.
“I always will.”
They headed to his car and lunch, their hands interlocked tightly.
Brent realized that hitting rock bottom had saved him, and he squeezed Riley’s hand as he looked down at her. He’d never take her for granted, and he thanked her every day for what she’d given him.
Riley just reminded him that she always loved him.
*****
THE END
Daddy's Billionaire Friend
Description
I know it‘s taboo and wrong.
But I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
He‘s daddy’s business partner and best friend, for Christ’s sake. He’s much too old for me.
But I’m a virgin. My body craves him like breath or water.
I should save myself for someone that I have a future with. But I need to come.
And when he shows his dominant side, he has me.
But what will he say when I tell him what we’ve made? A baby!
Chapter One - Alyssa
I looked outside at the sun shining and clicked the button to buy plane tickets. I’m going to see Dad for Christmas. I’d been living in San Diego for about a year now following graduation, working at a great graphic design office. I could’ve easily gotten a similar job back in New York, but I’d been desperate to get out of there. When I saw this job opening in California, it was just too good to resist. It was a great opportunity for me, though I felt bad being away after Mom’s car accident.
Perhaps her death was why I wanted to leave. Losing her three years ago had devastated Dad and me. I had been so much closer to Mom than to Dad and I just wanted to get away from all of the memories. Moving here and looking at the beach in La Jolla every day from my apartment had been the perfect change.
It was Christmas though, and time for my annual visit.
I stood and stretched, arching my back and looked out of my window. Everything was beautiful here, including the people and there were times that I didn’t feel like I fit in. I wasn’t skinny and blonde like the girls on the beaches and in the shopping malls. I took after my mother, with thick curves. I had caramel colored curls that framed my face and Dad’s big brown eyes. I didn’t stand out here at all apart from being a reliable worker at my firm, which I was proud of. I wanted to go home and make Dad feel proud of me as well. He might appreciate my work ethic since he was always such a hard worker, spending more time at his law firm than at home. Once Mom died, he put in several more hours per week and was rarely home.
It was no wonder that I accepted this job. I hated being by myself in the big house, where everything reminded me of Mom.
I had a couple of weeks left before I had to leave for the holiday. I spent most of my time at the office. It was one of my favorite places, motivating me to do better in life. The thought of going home and celebrating another Christmas without Mom was daunting, even though my aunts, uncles, cousins, and some of my friends would be there.
I’d find a way through it, though. Maybe I’d find a connection with Dad again.
I dug into the back of my closet the night before my flight. I hadn’t worn winter clothes for a year now, and it felt weird to fold the sweaters and jeans before I tucked them into my suitcase. I chose a pair of yoga pants for the flight with a button up flannel that I could slip off if I got too hot. I went through security and sat down. I enjoyed a coffee while I waited to board and watched everyone coming and going. I loved watching people.
Once I was seated in coach, I waited until we were in the air before I pulled out my Kindle to pass the time. I knew that I would doze off at some point, but the coffee was still keeping my eyes open. I was reading a saucy story about the handsome alpha male and the shy girl. The torrid descriptions made me shift in my seat, realizing that I’d never had any of this in my life. Sure, there were a few guys in high school and college that I’d fooled around with, but it was all casual and never with this kind of heat. I wondered what it would be like to be with such a dominant man for a moment and my thighs clenched. I laughed softly to myself and realized that life really wasn’t like in the books and movies, at least not mine.
I did fall asleep for a while, cramped and bored in the small space, waking up a few times when kids were crying. Sleeping passed the time even if it was interrupted and restless. Once we landed, I was groggy, but I could hardly wait to get out and walk again. I knew that Dad would send a car for me since he trusted his driver Charles a lot more than he did any cabbie. I walked to the baggage claim to pick up my dark green suitcase and walked out of the front doors to see a black town car with a familiar man standing by the back door. “Charles,” I greeted him. He smiled and hugged me. I’d known him for years since Dad was never a fan of driving himself. In the city, it was a chaos of traffic and pedestrians and only for the brave.
I always wondered why Mom insisted on driving her blue Tahoe all over the place. Perhaps it was a little bit of me-time, something that ended on the Long Island Expressway one afternoon when she was returning from lunch with friends. Dad had become stricter from that day on, insisting that Charles drives me everywhere.
When I moved to San Diego, I insisted on driving my silver Range Rover all the way to California because I’d need it there. Dad was livid about it, but I was eighteen, and he couldn’t stop me, even though I knew it broke his heart. Losing the love of his life had been life-altering for him, and I felt sorry for him, but I couldn’t let fear dominate my own life. Mom’s accident had just been the result of horrible timing combined with a bad driver, something that could happen to anybody. Mom had never lived in fear. She loved her life, even if it had been too short.
Charles got me settled in the back of the car before he headed to Dad’s house, making me smile when I saw a bag of cookies from my favorite bakery as well as a tall cup of coffee. Sometimes, I realized that Dad’s staff members were more like family to me than Dad was. They were also warmer towards me. “Thank you,” I said to Charles while breaking off a piece of the soft chocolate chip cookie.
“Not a problem,” Charles said back to me as I leaned back and smiled. I could do this.
Chapter Two - Alyssa
Charles parked in the driveway, and I glanced out of the window to see the classic brick house, spacious and beautiful. I never understood why they had built an eight thousand square foot home when they had just one child, but Mom was still able to make every single roo
m homey and warm. It amazed me. Charles got my door and suitcase, and I looked at his wrinkled face and twinkling blue eyes. I knew he was paid well, but I sometimes felt sorry for him having to always be there at Dad’s every beck and call.
We walked into the house, and while Charles headed to my room with the bags, I walked to the kitchen to greet Sherry, our chef. She took over when Mom passed away. Cooking had been another thing that Mom loved to do. Sherry was sweet enough to use Mom’s recipes often, though I don’t think that Dad had ever noticed it as much as I had.
“Hi, sweetie,” Sherry turned from the stove to greet me with a smile. She was a pretty brunette in her late fifties.
“Hey there. How are things around here?” I asked her.
“Well, I feel like I cook for a ghost most of the time. Your father is always working, as usual. I look forward to your company,” Sherry told me and shook her head. “How long are you home for?”
“Two weeks,” I replied as she nodded and walked over to give me a hug.
“We’ll make it special,” she said. I took a seat at the long breakfast bar that overlooked the kitchen. “I’m making beef stew with barley for dinner tonight since I think your father’s partner is coming over this evening. It’s for business purposes, but the man does need to eat.”
Nathan Moore was Dad’s partner and a handsome man in his late forties. I’d always had a secret crush on him, but he was married for most of the time I’d known him. But even if he hadn’t been married, Nathan was so much older than I was that it was crazy to think of him as a potential lover.
“Yeah, Dad doesn’t eat enough,” I agreed after a moment and smiled. “Beef stew sounds good.”
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