Too Curious Complete Series (Books 1-5) Box Set Romance Series: (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series)

by Brooke Kinsley

  “A little while longer in jail and you’d have to get used to people creeping up behind you in the bathroom.

  “Don’t joke about stuff like that! It was really scary.”

  “I’m sorry,” he chortled. “It must have been grim.”

  After he rinsed the soap from my hair he knelt down beside me and stroked my shoulder.

  “Trouble just loves you,” he said.

  “Tell me about it.”

  He kissed the scar and traced a finger down the space between my breasts.

  “Come in the water,” I said.

  He gave me a mischievous look.

  “Please, I want to hold you.”

  I watched as he undressed himself, letting his clothes drop to the marble floor. He stepped into the bath with the basin so large it was big enough to fit the both of us. Kneeling between my legs, he lay down on me, his hands exploring my body beneath the water. His erection was pressing into my inner thigh and I reached down and stroked it.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  “I missed you too.”

  I eased him into me, relaxing back into the steaming waters as he rocked back and forth.

  “Oh, fuck, Trevor.”

  He fucked me gently, kissing me a thousand times as the hot water engulfed us. We came together, quivering and shuddering as I cried out. My head plunged beneath the water as I orgasmed. When I resurfaced he was kissing my breasts, massaging the soapy water into my body as he stroked me. Then he sat up and went silent. Leaning over the bath to reach for his pants, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and I watched as he breathed in the smoke before exhaling it out for it to mingle with the steam. I could feel him tense up beside me, could sense he was thinking something.

  “You ok?” I asked.

  He took a deep breath before saying:

  “I have something to say to you.”

  Chapter Nine

  I was toweling my hair dry as I sat naked in front of the fire. Trevor was looking through the top drawer on his face. He mumbled something under his breath before picking something up, fumbling with it, dropping it on the floor and picking it up again.

  “Fuck.”

  “Trev, you ok?”

  “Fine, sweety.”

  He was fidgeting with something in his hand and sliding it into his pocket. As he crouched down beside me, he had a strange look in his eye.

  “Tammy…”

  He pulled the towel from my hands and threw it across the floor.

  “Tammy, I love you so much.”

  “I love you too!”

  I kissed him.

  “But listen… I knew it was meant to be the moment I saw you. You’re special, Tammy, not like anyone I’ve ever met.”

  “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”

  “I mean it.”

  He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a box. I knew what it was right away and clapped my hands to my cheeks.

  “Oh, my God!”

  He snapped it open and I saw the ring as it sparkled in the firelight. Moving himself onto one knee, he bowed his head slightly.

  “Will you marry me?” he asked.

  “Yes! Oh, my, God yes!”

  I threw myself at him and kissed him hard. Removing the ring from the box, he slid it onto my finger. I could hardly believe it.

  “I’m dreaming,” I gasped. “I must be.”

  “Tammy Wylde…” he said. “I like the way it sounds.”

  Epilogue

  My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

  “Dad told me to tell you that he loves you. He says he’s really proud of you.”

  “I don’t care about him right now.”

  “He’s sorry he can’t be here to walk you up the aisle,” Stephen said.

  “I don’t need him. I have you.”

  “I feel like an adult,” he moaned.

  “You are!”

  The summer sky was blue and cloudless and a slight breeze was rustling through the bouquet of lilies in my hand. The church bells were ringing and outside the church, photographers were jostling for a space. Meanwhile, Stephen and I were in the vestibule just waiting for the right moment to enter.

  “I’m so nervous! There are so many people out there.”

  “What if you trip on your dress?” Stephen said.

  “Why would you say that? Now I have a whole new thing to worry about.”

  Looking down at my dress, I saw the diamonds that had been so expertly sewn into the silk. I’d never felt prettier and as I looked into church and saw the pews full of people, it felt as though my dreams were coming true.

  “Your scar is showing,” Stephen said as he tried to pull my veil over my shoulder.

  “I don’t care,” I shrugged him off.

  And I truly didn’t. Over the last few months I had grown to see it as being a part of me and stopped hiding it with makeup. It would always remind me of what I had achieved and endured in order to be with the man I loved.

  “Are you ready?”

  Stephen reached out an arm and waited for me to grab it.

  “I think so.”

  “Mom’s crying already.”

  “Don’t… you’ll make me start.”

  I took a deep breath but my chest felt as though it was trapped in a vice.

  "Stephen, I can't stop shaking. My nerves are in shreds. Go get mom."

  He rolled his eyes.

  "Really?"

  "Yes! go!"

  He swung open the door and everyone turned thinking I was about to make my grand entrance. Stephen ran like a clumsy oaf down the aisle before dragging my highly confused mother back out.

  "Whatever's the matter, sweety?"

  "I'm having a panic attack."

  "Aw, come here."

  She held me tight.

  "I remember the day when I married your father. I thought I was going to die of fright. The thought of walking up the aisle in front of everyone and saying my vows in front of a church full of people, it filled me with dread. But do you know what happened?"

  I shook my head.

  "You suddenly got over it and had a great day?"

  "I took three valium and downed a shot of vodka on the way to the church. I don't remember much after that but the wedding photos turned out lovely."

  "That wasn't exactly the happy story I was hoping to hear. Look, can you just be here for me? I can't do it without you."

  "But why, pumpkin. You're marrying the man of your dreams. You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

  "Definitely not! I just can't stand the thought of messing up somehow."

  "Sweetheart, with you looking like that you'd have to do a handstand and piss all over the wedding cake for people to not like you. You look incredible."

  "Really?"

  Her eyes welled up with tears and she leaned in to hug me.

  "Like a real princess."

  I could see Stephen over her shoulder. He was playing Tetris on his phone and yawning. I hit him with my bouquet.

  "Ground control to Major Tom," I said.

  He looked up and saw how annoyed I was. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, he held onto one arm while my mom took the other.

  "Come on, let's do this," I said.

  Through the window in the door, I could see Trevor waiting at the altar and it felt as though my heart would burst. As we pushed the door open, the organ began to play. I took my first step down the aisle and he beamed the most brilliant smile.

  Bonus Chapters

  Boss Me Please (Boss Me Please, Book One)

  (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Contemporary Romance Series)

  (Chapter 1 -3)

  Description

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Description

  When math genius Stephanie gets a scholarship to the prestigious Knightswood University in London, she’s both excited and terrified. She’ll have to leave everything behind in Kansas, but she’ll be finally ap
preciated for her intelligence. Finding herself plunged into the center of English university life, she soon becomes popular and finds her footing as one of the school’s most gifted students.

  What she doesn’t know is that billionaire and previous Knightswood student, Fredrick Milton is volunteering in her class in a bid to source the most talented mathematicians.

  When a mysterious test is placed in front of her and she finds herself getting top marks, she’s soon pushed into his orbit. She can’t deny how handsome he is and he has eyes for her too! But when the two find themselves alone in her dorm will things finally heat up, or will Fredrick’s big mouth land him in trouble?

  Chapter One

  The smell of sweat is heavy in the air. It's making my nostrils twitch even though my face is pushed down into the seat, the upholstery scuffing away the skin on my cheek.

  "Slow down, Jon."

  He grunts and begins to rock back and form in a less frantic rhythm.

  "I'm sorry," he says with his voice strained and faint. "I can't help it. You just make me so horny, you know."

  He grunts again and slides his hand around my front to cup a breast.

  "They're getting bigger," he says.

  I'd been thinking that too. They were usually flat and rather sad to look at, loitering somewhere over my ribcage under a brown, threadbare bra. But this morning, as I'd stepped into the shower, I had noticed there was now a fullness to them. I'd clutched them tight between my fingers and for once, thought they looked pretty good. Maybe it was the extra weight I'd been carrying recently. Behind me, Jon shifts his weight.

  "You're always so tight and juicy," he moans as he pinches my nipples. "You always were the best."

  Leaning forward, he strokes the sweat dampened hair from my eyes and kisses my bare back.

  "I'm close, sweetheart. Are you?"

  I whimper with my lips still pressed into the seat belt.

  "Rub me," I cry. "Like this."

  Pulling his hand away from my breast, I move it down in between my legs. His fingertips connect with the slick wetness that's covering my engorged clitoris.

  "Oh, God."

  He rubs it furiously as he glides in and out of me.

  "Yeah... Fuck!"

  I'm screaming as I feel an orgasm approach. My knees are burning against the polyester seat cover but in the moment, the pain only seems to intensify the pleasure.

  "Fuck!"

  He begins to move faster again, reaching a steady speed as the pickup truck squeaks as we rock it from side to side. Outside, the rain is pelting down in waves over the windscreen, the noise covering my voice. In the distance, I can hear a door bang open and closed in the ferocious wind. Somewhere a sheep bleats, then there's the creak of a tree branch as it bends in the breeze.

  "Choke me," I gasp.

  "What?"

  For a moment, he slows down as though he's about to stop.

  "I said fucking choke me!"

  "Are-are you serious?" he stutters

  "Uhuh..."

  I replace his hand with mine and slide two fingers around my clitoris. My fingers touch the shaft of his penis and I move a little further back until my hand is clenched tight around his balls.

  "Woah!Easy, girl."

  His hands are around my neck. I can feel his fingers touch my windpipe.

  "Harder!" I demand.

  "I'm not really sure about this," he says.

  But his rock hard erection says otherwise.

  "I know you wanna do it," I half-laugh as I turn my head to look up over my shoulder.

  His face is crimson red with a vein popping out the front of his forehead. There's a small line of spit along his lower lip and the tendons in his neck are pulled taught.

  "Fuck, Stephanie. I dunno."

  "Just do it!"

  He hesitates.

  "Go for it!"

  He grips my throat hard and I start to feel the air supply being shut off. The blood leaves my head and travels south. The heat between my legs builds up as I grow wetter. The sides of my vision start to blur and suddenly the sound of the rain starts to drift away. Then I can't see a thing. There's only blackness and silence and I'm nothing but my thoughts and the pleasure that's pulsing in my vagina.

  I climax hard, my whole body trembling as I fall onto the gearstick. It hits me in the stomach and for a second, the pain threatens to spoil it.

  "Oh, God!"

  My blood's rushing to my ears. I'm convinced I'm about to pass out. I might even die. Then I feel him pump his ejaculate into me as his buttocks clench and he's letting go, his fingers slithering away as he sits back on his heels.

  My vision comes back to me in a haze of colors; the faded blue of the seat, the inky black plastic of the door. I can smell the spearmint air freshener that's dangling from the rearview mirror, almost taste the sweat that's coming from both our bodies.

  The sound of the rain returns and it's then that I notice how heavy it is. I wonder why the truck seems to be rocking all by itself, then I realize it's the wind that's jerking it around. Gulping in a lungful of air, I latch my fingers onto the door and pull myself up. My back aches from being bent over and there are pins and needles in my legs from being scrunched up. Behind me, Jon is breathing hard, the smell of his whisky breath drifting over to me. I'm breathing heavier with the pain in my chest dissipating with each breath I take.

  "You're a real dirty girl," he gasps.

  I pull up my jeans and fasten my bra at the back.

  "I'm not dirty, I'm... I dunno, bored of the usual, I guess."

  Pulling down the passenger mirror, I look at my mascara that's smudged down over my cheeks. Mom'll think the rain did it. Meanwhile, my hair is puffed up at the back. I tug at the tangles but my stubborn, curly hair won't budge.

  "You ok?" he asks as he zips up his pants.

  "Yeah," I sigh.

  He's looking at me strangely.

  "You don't look it."

  "I'm fine! Just...Recovering."

  "That was wild, weren't it?"

  "Yeah, pretty crazy."

  Looking at my neck in the mirror, I see dark red marks start to form on my pale skin.

  "Are you sure you're ok?"

  "Yes!"

  "It's just..."

  I glare at him and he closes his mouth. Noticing my belt's still undone, I lift up my hips to get a better angle and see the stripes across my skin. I was always told the stretch marks would fade eventually but they never did. Even my attempts at tattooing over them had failed.

  "They're kisses from lightning bolts," my mother had told me. "You're a daughter of Thor."

  But her words had fallen on deaf ears. They were an ugly reminder of what I had lost and I couldn't ever see them as something beautiful.

  "Have a lot on your mind?" Jon asks.

  "Wow, you're asking a lot of questions today."

  He purses his lips and pulls out his pouch of tobacco from his jacket pocket.

  "Hey, roll me one, will you?"

  "Sure," he smiles.

  "If you must know..."

  There's a lump in my throat. I know what I have to say but nothing's coming out.

  "Jon... I have something to tell you."

  He licks the edge of the cigarette paper and rolls it up into a perfect tube, something he's been able to do since he was nine years old.

  "Jon, I'm leaving."

  "Leaving town?"

  I shake my head.

  "Leaving the state?"

  "Leaving the country," I say with tears pricking my eyes.

  He's staring at me as though he's waiting for the punch line to a joke. When it doesn't come, his mouth drops and his hand shake as he hands over the cigarette. I light it and take a deep inhale of the toxic smoke.

  "You're joking. You must be. Steph, tell me you're not being serious."

  "I'm being serious. I got the scholarship. Remember I applied to do mathematics at Knightswood University?"

  He nods and blinks.

  "Sure
, I remember but... I didn't think..."

  "You didn't think I was smart enough to get it."

  "I didn't say that!"

  For a long while, we sit in silence blowing smoke out into the cab of the truck and watching the rain.

  "How long have we known each other?" he asks as he stubs his cigarette out in an empty soda can.

  "Since I was four, no five."

  "I always thought the two of us would end up married. Even after you got pregnant with Henry's kid, even when we never officially got together, I always thought you were the one, you know."

  "I never thought that," I say. "Shit, I mean, I didn't mean to be so blunt but, Jon," I take his hands in mine. "I've always wanted more. You know that."

  He doesn't say anything, just swallows and looks out the windshield.

  "You always said those things; how you wanted to travel, meet new people and study abroad but shit, I thought they were just pipe dreams!"

  He sniffs and pulls his hands away.

  "You'll be back, though, right?"

  "At Christmas," I say. "I'll be back then."

  "So that's it. Just a few weeks here and there."

  I don't answer.

  "England..." he breathes, "You're really moving to England."

  "I'm really moving to England."

  "I should be happy for you."

  Yet, I can sense that he's never been more miserable.

  "When did you find out?"

  "The letter came this morning."

  He starts rolling another cigarette. As I watch him I remember all the years we've known each other and how he'd always been here for me. When I was at my most unlovable, he was at my door with a bottle of whiskey and a pack of smokes. When I thought I'd never smile again, he'd had me doubled over laughing. When I said I've never trust another man, he'd held me gently and never once tried to change my mind.

  "I have to go," I blurted out. "

  "Steph, don't. Stay a while."

  "Sorry."

  I leap out the truck and wince as the rain lashes my face. Then I run through the trees toward my front door. Mom’s on the porch with a coffee in her hand and she looks up when she sees me running.