Billionaire Bash: The Complete Steele Series

by Natalia Banks

  Lightning strikes outside as I step into the steaming shower. Walking away from Jane might have been the stupidest thing I ever did. Even now, the look in her eyes as I pulled away eats at my soul.

  But I did what I felt was right. So why does it still feel all wrong?

  Chapter 23

  Jane

  “Thank you for the date,” Connor says, his voice all honey and heat.

  Date? Why does that thought send so much liquid heat through every inch of me? I feel like I’m some damned horny woman desperate to be fucked by this hunk. He makes me such a mess. I want him in my life despite the fact that he’s not, by any stretch of the imagination, a good guy.

  Hadn’t Zac touted himself as a good guy? Maybe there’s no such thing as a good guy. Everyone has some deep, dark secrets. At least I see Connor’s. He’s not hiding or lying like Zac did. All the ugly truths are already out there between us. And I still feel something for him. Something I can’t describe, but it’s good.

  “You’re free to go. I only ask,” he says, his tone serious as his incredible blue eyes stay locked on mine. “That you not discuss my personal life. And I, of course, won’t discuss yours.”

  We walk past the dock that I’d been hating on earlier. The sounds and smells of the ocean are wonderful, and the sky looks like it’s battling out between rain and sunshine. That battle rages on inside me and I back out of Connor’s grasp.

  He seems surprised as I wind my arms around his shoulders and press my lips to his. My whole body melts into him and pleasure begins inching through me. This is what I want. He’s what I what I want.

  Strangers flow around us, headlined toward shelter form the impending rain, but I’m right where I want to be.

  My tongue seeks his out and I feel him stiffen against my belly. It’s incredible, the response he has to me, and the one I have to him. Our bodies seem to know what to do, even if our brains are telling us this is a bad idea.

  His tongue searches my mouth and I give over to him. He can be in charge, I’ll gladly let him do what he wishes. His hands find my ass and I feel the change in his posture as he holds my sagging body upright. My knees seem to have forgotten how to hold me up, and every part of me feels like it’s melting into his grasp.

  The kiss ends and I pull his lower lip into my mouth, enjoying the response of his body. He’s hard, ready for me, and there’s nothing I want more than him right now, in this moment.

  Thunder crashes overhead and I jolt in shock. Then the rain is pummeling on my head and every bit of my body. I look up into Connor’s eyes, loving the heat I see there. Rain streams down his forehead and gathers on his dark lashes and I study him, wanting to commit this moment to memory.

  A flash of lighting startles me and I jolt with a little noise. Icy hot prickles run over my flesh as everything tells me to get in out of the storm. But I can’t. I’m hopelessly trapped by this man. And I love it.

  Even as the scent of rain begins to block out the ocean, he continues to dominate my senses. His cologne, the scent of his wet skin, the smell of heat on him… he’s delicious.

  “Connor,” I moan, needing more of him. I need everything. I don’t want to go home alone, I want to go with him. I understand and appreciate what he’s trying to do, to prove he’s not holding me hostage, that he trusts me, but what about what I want?

  He presses a kiss to my lips and pulls back. There’s sadness in his expression as he turns and walks away.

  It feels like my heart is imploding.

  With heavy feet and an even heavier heart, I head out on the dock. Wind whips my shorts and shirt despite the wet weighing them down. At the end of the thing, I sit down and dangle my legs over the edge.

  Below, I see the sea churning with the storm. Ever since I was a little girl, I’d considered just scooting off the doc. I’m not sure why. It’s not a death wish or anything. It’s more of a test of will. The water is ice cold. Would I have the strength to swim to shore? Would I sink or would I swim?

  I’d sink. I’m not strong enough to push back against that much pain, that much fear, that much cold. I’ve never been one to rock the boat. I’d prefer to live in peace than make life uncomfortable. But then again, I’m pretty sure everyone feels the same way. We get comfortable. Even in bad situations; change is hard.

  I back off the edge and head toward my room. Once inside, I hear the shower next door running and I walk over to the wall I’d been listening against a lifetime ago and press my ear to it. It feels like a lifetime ago. Was it really only a few hours since all that had happened? It feels like forever.

  I move toward my own bathroom and strip away my wet clothes. The shirt peels off and I look at myself in the mirror. My breasts are on the small side, but I like them. They suit me, they’re perky, and I can go without a bra.

  My shorts land on the floor with a wet plop and I study the way my hip bones jut a bit, the way my waist tucks in so neatly, the rounded curve of my hips. I’m not perfect by any means, I’m a bit skinny, I don’t have as much muscle tone as I’d like, my hips are oddly wide for my chest size and don’t seem to match the rest of my body.

  But I don’t care. Connor seemed to like my shape, too. I remember his hands on me, the way he’d kissed me, the intensity of his eyes as he intimidated me. Nothing has ever been as sexy to me as that fear and lust cocktail.

  I dry off with my towel and dress in dry clothes, all the while thinking of Connor.

  Three days. That’s how long I’ve been sitting here, listening to Connor through the wall. But he’s wiser now; he’s leaving the TV on while he talks on the phone. But I still hear him come and go, I hear him shower even, and at night, I hear him tell me good night. Every night.

  Every morning, he’s there with a good morning that is like a whisper in my sleeping ear that wakes me in a haze of hope he’s here beside me in bed.

  But he never is.

  And it kills me.

  Chapter 24

  Connor

  Three days.

  I’ve managed to be away from her for three days.

  Every second is torture. I know she’s over there listening to me.

  But I’ve also made headway.

  Yesterday, I talked to Kieran. After a lengthy conversation about Cami, he’s decided to take my advice to reach out to her. He’s going to call her – I gave him her number – and will have a tentative conversation about letting her back into her daughter’s life. He did warn me that it’s ultimately up to Olivia if she even wants to see her.

  Which I respect. Olivia is old enough to make a decision like that, and I know Kieran won’t pressure her to go about it the way he wants her to. I love that he puts her first. It’s a trait I admire. One I hope that I’m able to replicate if or when I have my own kids.

  Next door, I hear her make a noise and I wonder what she’s up to. The sound comes again and I know that little moan.

  Fuck.

  I’m done.

  I get up and leave my room. Next door, I try her handle and it opens under my hand. I can’t help but feel she’s planned this.

  She looks up at me in shock, her fingers down her cute sweat pants. Her shirt is pulled up to reveal her perfect little tits. And I snap. I can’t take it anymore, I yank off my shirt and walk over to her bed. I see the flash of fear and intense desire in her eyes.

  I climb on her bed and pull her pants off even as she kicks them free, her eyes on me. She’s silently begging me for more and I’m going to give it to her.

  When her pants are off, I see she’s not wearing underwear and I growl in satisfaction. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her pussy is smooth and inviting. I need to taste her.

  I lower to bury my face in her and she cries out in shock. Her legs wrap around my shoulders and I delve into her warmth. She’s tart, like summer apples with a bite of sweet that leaves me craving more.

  Placing a hand on her belly, I reach up with the other to palm her prefect breast. Her nipple hardens under my hand and I can’t help
but pinch it and pull gently.

  She bites down on her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure.

  Her other hand grabs her other nipple and she tugs on it before rolling it between her slim fingers as I focus back on her pretty pussy. As it begins to plump up with need, I enjoy sampling her, nibbling a bit before she reaches down to part herself for me.

  I see her clit, pulsing with need. Closing my lips around it, I suckle a little and she begins to tremble, her little whimpers sounding as much like pain as pleasure. My body responds and I back off.

  She looks up at me in shock as I grab her hips and yank her toward the end of the bed. The beautiful surprise in her eyes is a reward as I pull off my pants to help a bit with the friction and kneel at the end of the bed and taste her again. She surprises me as she lifts up on her elbows.

  “I want to see,” She says softly, her eyes locked on me as I enjoy her pussy. “It feels so good,” She whispers, her hands finding her tits again. I watch her touch herself, feeling my cock pulsing painfully with need. I’ve wanted her since I laid eyes on her. Since she’d tried to cower back into the wall while I cornered her.

  Even then, I’d seen the heat in her eyes. That same heat that I see now as she tugs her nipples and whimpers with pleasure. I tease her clit with my tongue as I continue suckling on it. Her warmth and wet are all I smell and taste, and it’s sheer heaven.

  Watching her touch herself and heighten the pleasure is enough to drive me wild and I feel her begin to tense up. Her little belly twitches and I know she’s on the cusp of orgasm. So quickly. My sweet Jane, has no one eaten your pussy like this?

  Her eyes widen and I feel her begin to shudder. Her head falls back, her fingers still teasing her nipples. She’s rougher with them now as she cries out in pleasure. The rush of nectar on my chin is almost enough to destroy me as she comes hard.

  I enjoy her, lapping at the sweet tartness of her clean, wonderful pussy. She tastes like home, like heaven, like everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. As she jolts as her orgasm rips through her whole body, I find myself not wanting to stop. Not ever. I want to do this again and again and again, for as long as she’ll let me.

  I want to know if this was a fluke, if she came so quickly because of the wait, or because she’s not had it in so long. Or is it me?

  She pushes me away and I back off, as she rises up, a new heat sparkling in her eyes. We stare each other down like animals ready to attack. It’s the kind of intensity I’ve never had the pleasure to experience.

  I stand, ready to leave if she asks me to; even though I really don’t want to. Did I cross a line? The look in her eyes says yes, but there’s so much warmth there I can’t help but feel it was a good overstep.

  She drops to her knees, her shirt slipping off her shoulders to show one of her beautiful breasts and leaves my mouth watering. This not quite dressed, not quite naked look is more sexy than the best lingerie I’ve ever seen. Somehow, she’s so damn sexy without meaning to be. It drives me up the wall.

  Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock as I look down at her, wondering what she’s up to. “I want to taste you,” she whispers, her breath almost enough to undo me. Her slim fingers are so soft around me it’s enough to drive me closer.

  Then, her lips open and she takes the tip of me into her warm, wet, willing mouth and I close my eyes and groan at the sheer ecstasy of it. Fuck, she’s amazing. I open my eyes, not wanting to miss a second of this.

  Her lips are pink around my cock, and her hazel eyes are locked on me. It’s enough to drive me crazy. I grab a handful of her hair and resist the urge to shove myself down her throat until she chokes. The second she feels my fingers wrapping in her hair, she takes me deep and I groan at the sensation of her throat tightening around me.

  This woman is going to be the death of me.

  Chapter 25

  Jane

  Fuck, he’s driving me crazy. I need some release. Sprawled out on the bed, I look down and notice my nipples are hard under the thin fabric of my shirt. Of course I’d be wearing this crappy, stretched out shirt and these old, baggy sweats and start feeling horny.

  Fuck. I need some sexy clothes.

  Pulling the shirt up, I shiver as the fabric tickles up my belly and brushes my nipples so gently it’s exquisite torture.

  My fingers slip down my belly and find my clit. I circle the little button of pleasure, desperate to come while thinking of Connor’s face, of the power of him, the uncompromising man who’s use of intimidation made me hotter than any guy ever has before.

  I moan in pleasure at the thought of him.

  He’s so fucking sexy.

  My tits begin to rock a bit as I circle my clit harder, faster, as I think about what he’d look like suckling on my nipples, or better yet, putting his mouth on my pussy.

  The door opens and I glance over in shock. Connor’s eyes flick over me as if he’s taking in what I’m doing and struggling to hold himself back.

  But he loses the battle.

  He pulls off his shirt and crosses the room to climb on my bed, a hungry look in his eyes and I feel like my every fantasy is coming to life. He’s feral and terrifying as he grabs my pants and wrenches them from my body.

  When I’m naked from the waist down, he’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

  He drops down and his warm, velvet tongue is seeking out my clit. It’s fucking amazing. My legs wrap around his shoulders as if to keep him from escaping and I give myself over to the sheer pleasure of his tongue teasing my clit.

  This is something Zac would never have done. And never did, of course. The few boyfriends I had before him never got this far with me. Now that I know what I’m missing, this is going to be a requirement.

  His hand presses into my belly as if to keep me still. But when he brings the other up to hold my breast, I almost lose it. Shock lights up the tip of my nipple at his touch and I gasp in pleasure at the shock of contact.

  As if he knows what he’s doing, he begins to tease my nipple. I’m lost to the rush of sensations, the tingling low in my belly, the pleasure arcing form my nipples to my pussy where his tongue is teasing me. It’s all too much. I’m lighting up and confused and excited.

  My teeth clamp on my lip as I struggle to keep the noise down. After all, the walls here are pretty thin. I wouldn’t want the other neighbor to come over and see what’s going on.

  I grasp the nipple he’s not touching and pull on it like he’s doing. It’s incredible, the pleasure crashing through my body. It was never like this with Zac.

  I feel that nothing Connor does is like anyone I’ve ever encountered.

  My hands move down to open myself up for Connor. I want him to have clear access to my clit and to know I’m into this. Because oh, my god I’m into it.

  He attacks, the pleasure mingling with pain as he tugs and teases the sensitive little pleasure hub. My whole body tightens up and I struggle not to start screaming as he bears down on me with no mercy.

  Then, he’s gone.

  I lift my head, looking for him in shock. I was so close, why did he go?

  Then he grabs my hips and hauls me to the end of the bed. He sheds his pants and I wonder if he’s going to fuck me now. I hope he does. My heart slams painfully in my chest as he kneels down and opens me up with his strong fingers. Then, his mouth is on me again and I’m feeling faint with pleasure.

  I need more.

  I lift up on my elbows so I can watch him lick me. He glances up at me in curiosity and I tell him as much.

  “I want to see,” I whisper, and his eyes narrow, “It feels so good.” Balanced on my elbows, I bring my hands up to touch my tits. My fingers roll my nipples before tugging them away from my body with more force than I generally use. The heat in Connor’s eyes is startling, he’s loving this, I’m can tell. The pleasure ricocheting through me is too much to ignore.

  A whimper escapes me as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue and I play w
ith my nipples. The arcing heat bolting through me is shoving me headlong toward orgasm, and I can’t wait.

  My whole body tightens as the pleasure rises and rises, threatening to drown me as he bears down on me, refusing to let up for even a second.

  Then the world explodes. Pleasure crashes over me in waves as the whole world washes out white. My nipples tingle with heat as I tease and play, my whole body shudders and jolts with the force of my orgasm.

  The power of it leaves me breathless and I ride it out, loving how Connor continues licking me, though much more gently as if he knows the torture he’s brining and knows how to balance it with pleasure.

  As the sensations begin to quiet a little, I feel my pulse slamming still, and wonder how the hell he got me there so quickly. It’s got to be just because he’s so damn good with his mouth. He’s a fucking god.

  I push him away, needing to return to the favor. I’ve never sucked cock, no matter how many times Zac begged me to. When a guy cheats on you, it’s hard to trust he won’t hurt you.

  As Connor stands, his eyes intense with tightly reserved control, I know I have to. I want to.

  I stand before him, then drop to my knees. His eyes narrow, a primal light in them and I know I’m doing the right thing. It feels right. My shirt slips off my shoulder and I feel the air on one of my nipples. The sensation is heaven as the other is teased by the material of the shirt.

  Closing my fingers around him as best I can, I realize he’s much bigger than I’d thought he’d be. My fingers can’t quite meet around him and I try not to think about the pain I’m going to feel when he finally fucks me.

  I look up at him, feeling so very sexy on my knees before him.

  “I want to taste you,” I say.

  My honesty seems to turn him on; his cock pulses in my fingers and I stroke him gently. I study the tip of him, loving the shape of his head. Pressing a kiss to him, I realize he smells like warm skin.