Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2)

by Wells, Annalise

  My aching shaft shows signs of a growing arousal. Cally slithers her naked body back onto the bed. She lays between the taut skin of my muscular thighs. Here hardened buds rubbed against me.

  Cally prowls like a cat further up my body. Her hair falling over her face, and lying flat on the hard slab of my muscled stomach. She holds the top of my shaft and pushes my manhood against my belly. She sticks out her tongue and runs from the soft wrinkled flesh of my sack, up slowly, the length of my hardening shaft.

  I lick my lips and turn my eyes down to Cally, her gaze lifts and she looks seductively into my eyes. She draws her hand back on my shaft and reveals the head of my burgeoning erection.

  Her tongue slithers over the slit in the head of my dick, sending spasms of pleasure shooting through my loins.

  “Holy fuck, thaaaat;s, so nice,” I mumble. I can’t believe how good it feels.

  Cally wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft and my sack. She squeezes tightly as the pulses flood into my arousal for her. My firm flesh hardened as she tightens her grip. Her wanting mouth ready to swallow me whole.

  She holds my straining erection as she raises her hips. She smiles at me, and she moves her hips closer toward where she aches most for fulfillment. I can’t wait as Cally slides the head of my cock into her private, satin flesh. The warm fuzzy feeling of her pussy envelopes me as she lowers herself onto my cock.

  Cally eases herself down onto me as the soft womanly folds of her pussy stretch perfectly around my shaft. Her back arches in a frenzy of yearning as her pussy clenches tightly around my erection.

  “Ty,” she murmurs.

  “Yeah?” I reply softly.

  “I am going to cum,” she says through gritted teeth.

  “So am I,” I say as I thrust myself hard into the wetness of her warm cunt.

  Cally presses her hips frantically against me as her body finally realizes her. She bows her head and quivers in total abandonment. I feel my body stiffen as I begin to cum; a fire of warmth shoots through my body as my tingling dick begins to spurt my hot seed deep into her.

  “Oh, Ty. That was just a quick thank you fuck,” she coos.

  “What for?” I ask.

  “The closet and the drawers,” she whispers.

  “Undercover is fine.”

  Cally

  “All I want is you!”

  We lay entwined in each other’s arms, and I run my fingers over the hard slab of Ty’s stomach. I am totally satisfied with our lovemaking. I lay and look at the closet and can’t believe he’d said I could move in with him.

  This was an easy decision, but I wanted to go through it first with Shona. She had been through it, although slightly differently. Beau was a financial wizard, and Ty was basically a secret agent for his brother Joseph.

  What a dark world he lived in, but there were no signs of this when I was with him. That is unless he has found something to tie me to? Not that I mind. It lifts me up, and the orgasms I have are just so extreme.

  “I will take you to the club, but you want some more excitement?” Ty asks.

  “I couldn’t do with another session; I am worn out,” I reply.

  “No, I was going to go and speak to Peter Grimes,” he says.

  “You mean, something like good cop, bad cop sort of thing?” I ask, curiously.

  Ty giggles, “Something like that,” he says.

  “Shit, I only have my skirt and my blouse,” I comment.

  “Crap, that would have been fun,” Ty says.

  “It’s a shame there is no one smaller around here,” I say.

  “Cally, you’re a genius sometimes,” Ty says laughing.

  “What have I said now?” I ask.

  “Bob… his clothes will fit you,” Ty says as he runs toward the door.

  I can’t believe him. He is going to ask his employee to give me his clothes.

  A few minutes later, Ty returns with a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

  “You have left Bob in his underwear?” I ask rolling my eyes.

  “No, he had an overnight bag with him, he is in a gaming tournament tonight and had some clean things,” Ty explains.

  I slip into Bob's jeans; they almost fit. I take some rope and make a belt. The legs are a couple of inches too short, so I roll them up. It is just a cool fashion statement, I suppose.

  Ty grabs the helmets and starts the bike. The fumes fill his place.

  “You will have to start this outside if I am here,” I say.

  The roller shutter door opens. He rolls the bike backward and faces down toward the archway. I climb on the back. And we head off to see Peter Grimes.

  As we drive along I say, “How do you know where he will be?” “There was another folder on the flash drive,” Ty shouts back.

  “Ah, I see,” I yell.

  “I have his home and work address, if he is not there I have Mr. Yang’s cell number,” he shouts.

  I grab hold of his waist and grip the vibrating bike with my knees.

  I wonder. Can you have sex on a bike with the engine running? I could get used to this feeling.

  I glance around to make sure no one has decided to follow us again. The coast is clear, and we head into the suburbs. Peter Grimes lives in a quiet suburb. Not the place you would expect someone who is messed up in a drug ring to live.

  Greedy bastards can live anywhere.

  We look for the door numbers. Twenty-Four. I tap Ty on the shoulder. He drives past the house and parks the car at the side of the street.

  “There is no car there,” I say.

  “Maybe he isn’t here,” he replies.

  “Let’s go and look!”

  I begin to walk toward the house. Ty grabs my arm.

  “We can’t just walk up in daylight. The neighbors might think it’s strange if two bikers stroll up to his door,” he says.

  I look up and down the street. I see an alleyway past one of the houses.

  “There, it looks like the entrance to a park; we can climb the fence at the back,” I say.

  We head toward the alley. I count the houses as we pass them. The sixth house at the back.

  We exit from the alley in the park. Small trees line the fences of the houses. We walk up the gravel path.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  Finally, we reach the sixth house. The garden has a wooden fence. Ty finds a hole and puts his eye to peer into the garden.

  He jumps back quickly. I hear the sounds of savage dogs.

  “Jesus Christ, that scared me. He has two large Rottweilers in his garden,” he says.

  “That is some security for someone who works in finance,” I comment.

  “Damn right, there is no chance of going in there,” he says.

  “Work address it is then!”

  We walk back to the bike and head off to this guy’s work address. We arrive at a small shopping strip. His office is located at the end and just blends in with the rest of the shops where it is situated.

  “What a shit hole,” I say as we walk across the parking lot.

  “You’re telling me, it looks like he is leading a double life,” Ty says plainly.

  We walk past the shops and glance in the window as we walk by. It looks like he is alone. We saunter up to his office and walk inside. I can see him sitting at his desk. He looks up at us through his black spectacles.

  “Is this the office of Mr. Grimes?” I ask.

  I glance at Ty; he is picking up a product brochure.

  “It is, and I am he. How may I help you, Ma’am?” he says politely.

  “We have come to see about life insurance,” I reply smiling.

  “And who’s life are you seeking assistance with?” he asks.

  Ty towers over his desk and bears down on him.

  “Yours. You weasely little fuck,” he snaps.

  “Excuse me?” His face goes pale.

  “You know what I am talking about, or let me jog your memory. Small red pills… called K
isses,” Ty snarls square into his face.

  “Oh,” he replies.

  “I don’t have any, I am just the financer,” he mumbles.

  “Simon James, does that name ring a bell?” Ty asks.

  “Who?” He cowers in his chair.

  “The guy at the club, we saw you with him,” Ty says with his angriest face.

  “Him, he has nothing to do with this,” he says. “He just has a large amount of cash he wants to be transferred to offshore accounts.”

  “Well, who is in charge of the operation?” Ty questions.

  “I don’t know his name; I have only met him once. He has a bro…”

  “He has a what?” I say quietly.

  “He will kill me if I tell you,” he says looking worried.

  I smile at Peter Grimes, “What do you think this guy will do if you don’t tell us?” I say sarcastically.

  “If I tell you, can you keep me out of it?” he asks more frightened.

  “The sooner you are out of it the better, for everyone’s sake,” Ty says.

  “Yeah, or else,” I say punching my palm.

  Geez, that was straight from a TV show.

  “Broken hand, he has a broken hand, that is all I can tell you.” Ty shakes his head.

  “You better be telling the truth,” Ty says.

  “Yeah, or the dogs get it,” I add.

  “You have been to my house?” he asks, looking at me.

  “We are watching you very closely, so pull out your cash. And it might be safe for you to disappear,” Ty explains. “I will make you a tempting offer. That cash you are transferring for Simon James. Transfer it to your accounts and then leave. Leave and never come back.”

  “Shit, he will string me up, do you know who he works for?” he says.

  “Don’t worry about him, his days are numbered,” I say.

  “Do we have a deal,” says Ty.

  “Yes, of course. I never wanted to get mixed up in all of this,” he replies.

  We leave the office and walk back across the parking lot.

  “Do you think he will call anyone?” I ask smiling.

  “Nah, he is too much of a chicken shit. And if he does. I have placed a bug under his desk.”

  We reach the bike, and we head off to the club. Things are slowly moving forward with Ty’s operation. He is getting close, and all of this is being done under the radar. Once the shit goes down, there is going to be some serious head scratching by someone.

  We arrive at the club, and I take Ty into the office. I pour us both a drink. It has been a hell of a day. Kidnapped by the Chinese before some wild sex in the change room. Not to be outdone by a break-in and more wild sex; followed by the roughing up of a guy, who nearly pissed his pants!

  I need this drink.

  Shona walks into the office.

  “Here you are, I wondered where you had got to,” she says with a kind smile.

  I smile at Shona, “Can I see you in a while, there is something I want to ask you.”

  Shona nods in agreement, “Of course!”

  I turn and look at Ty; he is frowning as he is sipping from his glass.

  “You look puzzled. Are you thinking of the guy with the broken hand?” I ask.

  Ty looks at me, “I think I know who it is.”

  “All I want is you!”

  Ty

  “This shit’s getting busy.”

  I head back home to grab a few things before going to the gang’s hideout. They are serious gun runners, and I am the man, so they had no choice but to do as I said. They trusted me as I always managed to deliver the goods. Which was not surprising as Joseph always seemed to be able to get what I asked for.

  I was still unsure what he did, and no matter how much I tried, he always covered his tracks and left not a single trace of his existence. I open the first unit and move inside. The guns are stacked up all around the walls and in military cases.

  I open the metal cabinet and take out my basic biker uniform. Black leather jacket with the club logo. Ripped jeans and black boots. I looked like a mean motherfucker when wearing this, and I felt like one, too.

  I pull out a large black bag and start to fill it with a few semi-automatic rifles and pistols. Nothing flash, just the basic, ‘kill everything that fucking stands in your way,’ kind of weapons. I throw in some extra boxes of ammo just to keep them sweet. You never actually know when you could need them on your side.

  I sling the bag over my shoulder and lock the door.

  “Psst,” I hear behind me.

  I turn, and Bob has his head sticking out from the door. I look around me.

  “Did I say never come out of this door?” I ask.

  “I know, but it important,” he says.

  I follow Bob into the small dingy warehouse.

  “What is it?” I ask, waiting for an answer.

  “Peter Grimes has checked in on a flight to Beijing,” he says.

  “So, he has taken my advice and done a runner, well done Bob,” I say slapping his back.

  “Oh, check out Harvey and see what you can dig up.”

  “Harvey. Your Harvey?” he asks.

  “Yes, my Harvey. Don’t ask questions and don’t get caught. Text me what you find,” I explain.

  “Okay boss,” he says as he vanishes into his room.

  I walk outside and lock the door. I sit astride my bike and take a few deep breaths. I fasten my bandana around my head and put on my helmet.

  Shades on, I am ready to go. A nice ride into the mountains, and into the middle of nowhere. I leave the city and start climbing the mountain road. I pull up my jacket as the temperature begins to drop. I hit the top of the hill and make a turning down a gravel track.

  The Sons of Rebellion. One of the oldest bike gangs in the region, and one of the most feared. They are run by Drake and his two sons. They have their fingers in so many pies it is unreal. They even have legitimate businesses to keep the cash rolling in.

  I roll down the hill and can see the clubhouse through the trees. The faint sounds of gunshot crack through the mountain air.

  I can see everyone looking at me as I began to roll up to the club.

  “Hey, Ghost is here,” I hear someone yell.

  Ghost, why the hell did I pick that as a name?

  I park my bike and sit there looking at the club. The sound of Metallica comes blaring through the door as Drake makes an appearance.

  “Hey, look what we have here. Mr. Christmas himself,” Drakes says as he stretches his arms out.

  “What’s up Drake? You my main man,” I say as I climb the steps.

  I throw my arm around him and pat him on the back.

  “You get what I ask for?” Drake says.

  “You should know me better; I won’t show my face unless I can deliver,” I reply with a smile.

  “I wish half of these fuckers had the same mentality,” he says as he opens the door.

  I walk into the bar and can see there are some half-naked girls parading on a small stage.

  “You like the look of them, take one. A gift from me,” Drake says.

  Shit, if I say no, he will take offense…

  “Let’s sort this out first and then I will see.”

  We approach the pool table, and I open the holdall; I take out the semi-automatics and lay them on the table.

  “No serial numbers?” he asks.

  “Clean as a whistle,” I reply.

  “These are for some Mexicans. They are sly mother fuckers, but their money is good,” he says taking a swig of whiskey. “What about the pistols?” he says.

  I lay out the pistols on the table.

  “Hey, there is eleven. I asked for ten,” Drake comments.

  “This one is a gift. It is very special,” I reply looking him in the eye.

  “What makes it special? Come on it looks normal.”

  “It holds an extra two rounds,” I say nodding.

  “Sweet, for the fuckers who think they are clever counting
bullets. Like it,” he replies.

  “And a few extra boxes of ammo and the way I heard them shots ringing out you will need it,” I say.

  “Bah, that’s the boys, they can’t shoot for shit,” he says.

  “Same deal as last time?” he asks plainly.

  “Usual amount, just transfer to the same account,” I say.

  “Come on then Ghost, time for a drink,” he says as he pulls me to his table.

  Drake sits down and kicks me out a chair. I sit down and watch the girls as they start to slip out of their tiny cut-off denim shorts.

  “Any news on that thing I asked?” I say.

  “I had a guy down in Mexico; he heard a rumor. I think the guy you are looking for is holed up down there,” he says quietly.

  “Just keep me informed. This is important. It is personal,” I reply.

  Drake lifts his hand and gestures to a girl with black hair. She comes sauntering over from the stage and sits on my leg.

  “Ghost, meet Bell,” Drake says.

  Bell starts to run her fingers through my hair and whispers more than dirty things into my ear.

  “Come on girl, take Ghost in the back and show him what you can do,” Drake says.

  Bell stands and pulls on my fingers. She leads me to one of the rooms at the back of the bar. We walk inside, and she locks the door as I sit on the bed. She turns to me and caresses her breasts. Her dark nipples harden as she pinches them with her fingers.

  Bell cups her breasts as she walks seductively toward me. She leans closer to my face.

  “Jesus Ty, when the fuck are you going to get me out of this place,” she murmurs.

  “Soon, I promise you. A couple of week’s maximum,” I reply.

  “These are crazy motherfuckers, they were dragging some guy behind a bike the other day,” she says looking distraught.

  “Fuck. Just keep your cool, and it will soon be over,” I say.

  “It better be, or I am just gonna run,” she replies.

  “It will all be worth it. You know Joseph will appreciate it,” I say.

  “He better, I am only doing this for him,” she says.

  “Now we just have to wait while Drake thinks you are fucking me,” I comment.

  “Well we can do if you want, sexy,” Bell says jokingly.