Billionaire Bash: The Complete Steele Series

by Natalia Banks

  I open my mouth and suck the tip of him in. He groans and I want to take all of him. I’m scared I’ll choke. So I pull him in inch by inch. Then, I notice he’s looking down at me. I stare up into his blue eyes, feeling both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

  He places his hand on the back of my head and I take the hint and suck him as deep into my mouth as I can.

  My throat tries to swallow him and he seems to love the sensation as his hips try to buck into me. I plant both hands on his hips and hold on as I take him deeper and choke a bit before pulling back.

  I’ve seen porn. I’m curious what effect I’ll have on him if I take up a fast, in and out pace like they do in porn. So I relax my throat and take him deep, then back off. He moves with me, pushing in and pull back as I take him and enjoy the way he tastes, feels, and smells.

  Until he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in while pushing into my mouth. I choke a little, heat filling every bit of me as he backs off a little bit. It feels like he’s pushing my boundaries, reminding me he’s in charge, and showing me what he likes in one quick, rough thrust.

  It's fucking sexy.

  Then he lets out a growl and scoops me up. When he drops me on the bed, I stare at him in shock. He kneels at the end of the bed and grabs my hips. Before I can protest, he buries himself deep inside me and I let out a shocked cry of pleasure and pain.

  He's punishing as he backs off and thrusts back in. His hand presses into my belly and I feel his thumb begin to circle my clit as if he knows that I won’t come from him fucking me like this alone.

  It feels amazing as my body opens to him and allows him to push deep and hard. I drop back on the bed and squeeze my eyes closed, lost in sensations as my tits bounce, my body stretches almost painfully around him, and he keeps thrusting into me without mercy.

  It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain and I’m drowning in it. Drowning in him.

  Chapter 26

  Connor

  If I don’t stop her, I’m going to cum in her mouth.

  As sexy as the thought is, I want to come inside her.

  I scoop her up and drop her on the bed. She lifts up on her elbows, surprise in her expression as I kneel at the end of her bed again. I grab her hips and thrust into her.

  She lets out a cry that’s unmistakably pain, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I’ll ask for forgiveness later. Right now, I need to be in her. I need to feel her pussy spasm on my cock, I need to be in her warm depths until I blow my load.

  I pull back and push home again. I know this won’t be enough to get her where I need her to come. I place hand on her belly and begin to work circles around her clit. Her body flops back on the bed her eyes closing as I pump into her while teasing her clit.

  She’s going to come.

  I watch my cock sliding into her, coated in the juices of her orgasm. Her tight entrance tries to keep me out, but I shove in, refusing to be gentle as my body begs me to push her over the edge so I can follow her into the darkness of orgasm.

  She’s panting in pleasure, her whole body moving. Her tits bounce beautifully as I thrust up into her. I reach up to grab one. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me in shock, her eyes hazy with pleasure.

  I grit my teeth, feeling the pressure in my balls as my body readies for her.

  She lets out a cry that sears into my brain as her pussy clamps down on me, rippling beautifully as she comes all over me. The slick wet that follows is too much for me as I feel it dripping down my balls, warm and sweet, I want more of her.

  I press home in her hard, but she’s beyond the sensation of pain and I feel myself losing the battle as my body decides it’s time to fill her. The pleasure wins out as my essence spurts into her. Her whole body shudders and her eyes lock on me, their haze beginning to clear even as her body trembles with pleasure.

  She’s still fucking coming.

  Pleasure flows over me and I lose myself to the moment as I press up into her, taking her hips in my hands so I can press in hard as my cum pumps into her willing body.

  Her hands grip my arms and she lifts so she’s sitting with me still deep within her. Her hands come up to cup my face and she kisses my lips. There’s a desperation in the kiss as if she’s afraid I’m going to up and leave now.

  Like I would normally do.

  As I slide out of her and feel the trickle of mess we’ve made, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She’s trembling as if her body can’t handle all the sensations still flowing through her.

  She clings to me, her lips opening to allow me access. I let her taste herself on my breath as my tongue plunders her mouth. She’s sweet and warm, all give and no take. Sheer ecstasy.

  When we part, even her lower lip is trembling.

  “Are you cold?” I whisper, the urge to take care of her taking over. She shakes her head no and I wrap her up tighter. Her body against mine feels like heaven and I enjoy the way she wraps her legs around me as if she can hold me in place.

  Her hazel eyes meet mine and I sense an intense struggle within her. “Stay with me,” She whispers fiercely and I feel a smile tugging the corners of my lips.

  “For as long as you’d like me,” I whisper, and her pupils spasm. “There are some things you should know first,” I say and she releases me. I watch as she scoots back on the bed and pats the spot next to her.

  “Get talking,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

  I take a second to enjoy this moment, knowing that as soon as I tell her my secret, she might walk out of my life forever.

  But I owe her the truth.

  So I climb into the bed and relax next to her. She rolls into me, her body pressed sweetly to my side as she throws an arm across my chest protectively.

  “My dad was a drunk,” I begin. It’s as good a place as any, I guess. “He used to beat up on me and my brothers when he was wasted.” Pretty much daily.

  I feel her tense up and know she’s likely planning her exit strategy. I know I would be. Any sane person would be. And it only gets uglier from here.

  “Well, when my brother Kieran had enough, he finally told dad what he really thought.” The memory is fresh in my mind. Kieran had waited until dad was sober. He’d let fly with the pain, rage, and hatred of more than a decade of abuse.

  “He finished it all by telling dad that he should kill himself.” I feel the tension of the room from that day. Dad had been shocked, in denial as he stared at his son. He’d looked at me, but I hadn’t had the forgiveness or peace of mind to pretend I didn’t feel the same way. Life would have been better without him in every sense.

  Jane’s hand begins to stroke my chest gently. Her fingertips trace my ribs, my solar plexus, the line of muscle from my ribs down my abdomen. The tickle of it relaxes me as I continue telling her about my shameful, horrible family.

  “That night, dad didn’t drink. He sat in his room for hours, refusing to even come to dinner. We were all so tired of his abusive shit that we didn’t even attempt to go talk him out of his self-imposed misery.” Bile backs up my throat as I think of my part in everything.

  I could have changed everything.

  Jane clings to me, her heart thudding against my side. I sense she’s offering comfort, and love her for it.

  “So he sat up there alone, likely thinking about how much we hated him. He put his shotgun barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.” The memory of the shot firing right above our heads as we sat at dinner, a chilling silence as we ate gives me a very real jolt now.

  Jane’s fingertips leave as she hugs me with her arm.

  As the quiet overtakes us, I wonder if I could have changed it at all. If I’d walked up there, would he have turned the gun on me instead? Would he have taken me to get even with Kieran’s cruel words? Would I have changed anything?

  “He was sick,” I say, my words scraping my throat and leaving the sound hoarse. “We ignored him when we should have gotten help.”

  Jane’s voice is one
of reason and kindness. “He did what he thought he had to do to help. He thought he was beyond saving, and maybe he was.” She lifts her head to look at me. “But no matter what, it wasn’t your fault, or your brother’s. Your father made his choice with a clear head.”

  “He wouldn’t have done it if Kieran hadn’t told him to. It’s where he got the idea.”

  Jane is shaking her head, her eyes locked on mine. “No. He realized who he was and what he’d done. I’m sure the pain of that is what made him decide to do this, not your brother’s words. Honesty has a way of showing us when we’re the monster of our own stories.” Her expression is resolute, but I’m staring at her in awe.

  She makes sense, and while I’m not totally sold, I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with this woman.

  Epilogue

  Jane

  “Daddy?” I say into the phone. It’s time to stop putting this off. Sure, he’d surprised me when I told him that Zac and I were over. He’d been relieved and told me that all he’d ever wanted was for me to be happy. He thought Zac made me happy. But this? I’m not so sure.

  “Hi Jay!” He says, his voice full of warmth.

  “I have a secret for you,” I say softly, hoping that Connor can’t hear me. Not that he’d be mad or anything, just that he’d tease me for not keeping my word like I’d said.

  “You love Connor.” Dad sounds so sure I feel my mouth drop open.

  “How did you know?” I ask, and he laughs, the rich sound of it filling my ears and heart with joy. “But that’s not it,” I say and he quiets down. “Put me on speaker phone,” I say, knowing mom is right there. I can hear her telling dad to tell me she misses me and loves me and we better come visit soon.

  “Hi honey!” Mom says and I know I’m on speaker.

  “Hi mom! Love you,” I say before hesitating. I know they’re both holding their breaths. “I’m…” my voice is a squeak of terror and joy. “Pregnant,” I whisper. The last six months with Connor have been incredible. He’s just a dream, but our mutual hatred of condoms and lack of being careful have resulted in a happy accident.

  I regret nothing. I couldn’t be happier. Connor is a wonderful man for all his rough edges and imperfections. He’s fiercely protective, sexy as hell, and totally devoted to me.

  I hear shock in them as mom squeals with joy and dad asks, “What?” as if he doesn’t understand.

  “We’re so happy for you,” Mom says, and in mind’s eye I can see her glaring at dad as she speaks.

  “We are,” Dad says, and I can’t help the joy bubbling within me.

  “I have to go. Love you guys!” I say as I quickly get off the phone.

  Connor steps into the room, startling me. “Who was that?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips as he arches an eyebrow at me.

  “Nobody,” I say, knowing I’m not fooling him for an instant.

  “They’re asking about you,” he says, nudging his chin toward the dining room. I take his arm as he walks me out. “Are they happy?” he asks and I nod.

  “So happy. I think dad might have crapped his pants, though.” I can’t help the grin on my lips.

  Connor seems just as amused. “I guess I should marry you to keep their delicate sensibilities intact.”

  “Oh, shut up,” I say, rolling my eyes at him.

  But he’s not done. “Plus, how else will I get my hands on all your family money?

  “You’re not funny,” I say, glaring up at him. He’s quick to lean down and plant a kiss on my lips. Heat ignites my blood and I stop in place, my hand seeking his cheek as I deepen the kiss. There’s nothing I want more than him.

  He's quick to remind me people are waiting.

  We step into the dining room and I smile at everyone.

  Emma, looking beautiful and tired, is balancing her new son on her lap. Beside her, Kieran is sitting close enough to touch her shoulder as he talks to an animated looking Olivia. On the other side of Olivia, Cami sits, her face peaceful as if she’s just happy to be present. I wave at her, loving how her eyes light up when she sees both Connor and I. She’s become a wonderful addition to our odd little family.

  Victoria sits next to Emma, her eyes locked on Kyle, who’s over by his mother. Victoria is looking every minute of her six months of pregnancy, and there’s a glow to her that’s breathtaking.

  Connor ushers me to the table and I sit. He’s quick to kiss the top of my head before walking over to give his mother a hug and kiss. He and Kyle shake hands before doing an arm around the shoulder hug.

  Things between the brothers have never been so good, and I’m happy they’ve been working so hard to patch up the rocky relationships they were suffering under.

  “Can I hold Kent?” I ask Emma, who smiles and picks up the baby and hands him over to me. I look into his big blue green eyes, wondering if mine and Connor’s baby will be half as handsome as this little man.

  “Hi!” I say to him and he gives me a big grin before drooling a bit. He’s only four months, but he’s a big boy. “Still breaking hearts?” I say, loving how he engages as I talk to him. Olivia walks up next to me and I pull her into a hug.

  “Like this,” She says, adjusting her little brother on my knees so he’s straddling. “Now bounce a little,” She says, and I do. He lets out a gurgly laugh and I can’t help but giggle at him.

  “Thanks for that,” I say as he spits up a little.

  “You’re welcome,” She says, wiping his mouth with her sleeve.

  I look around the room at my new family, realizing just how lucky I am to have all of them. And as Connor clears his throat, I know what’s happening.

  “Jane is the most wonderful woman I’ve ever known,” he says, pausing to smile apologetically at the other women in the room, “she’s fair and kind, harsh when she needs to be, and she’s everything I’ve ever hoped to find in a partner.”

  He pauses and I hear the hush in the room.

  He zeros in on me, his intense blue eyes questioning. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have your love,” he says, and my cheeks sting red. “I love you more than life.” He walks over to me and kneels beside my chair. “Will you marry me?” he asks so gently I know the words are meant just for me to hear.

  I look into his eyes, loving the mixture of danger and fun I see there. He’s everything I want and need in a lover, in a partner, and for all the jokes we’ve made, I think he’ll be the perfect husband.

  “Hell no,” I say and I hear the men laugh. I gently hand baby Kent to Olivia and get on one knee before Connor, who looks confused. “You don’t get all the glory here,” I say, watching a grin begin to form on his lips.

  “I’ve put up with you for long enough to not have a ring on my finger,” I say, hearing the laughter around the table. But it’s Connor I’m focused on. “You’re everything I need and want in a lover, in a partner, in a husband,” I say, bringing his hands up to kiss his knuckles. Heat flares in his eyes. “Will you marry me?” I ask.

  His eyes sparkle, “Let me see the ring first,” he says jokingly, and I pat my pockets like I’ve lost it. But I haven’t. I knew this would happen at some point. So I take out the onyx band I bought for him after a moment of fumbling.

  Through the flash of surprise in his features, he’s still quick to tease me. “No diamonds?”

  I roll my eyes at him and he’s quick to kiss me. “Yes,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “Yes,” I say back, slipping the ring on his finger even as he takes my hand. I feel the cool band on my skin, but I’m lost in the kiss, forgetting for a moment that the family is here with us.

  Until they start clapping.

  I glance around, feeling self-conscious as Connor helps me up and back into my chair. None of them will let me live it down.

  “Finally making an honest man of him after he knocked you up, huh?” Kyle asks, and I glare at Connor in mock rage.

  “What happened to not telling anyone?” I ask and he shrugs.

  “I don’t know. Let
’s ask your parents,” he shoots back and I place a hand on my chest as if I’ve been mortally wounded.

  “Wait,” Emma says, looking at us. “She’s pregnant?” I see her eyes light up with joy and I nod. “Am I the only one who didn’t know?” she asks, looking around the table before glaring at Kieran.

  “Sorry honey,” he says, and I see her smack his shoulder.

  I laugh, loving my family. But what I love more is the way Connor puts an arm around me as the family all congratulate us on the news that Connor must have told them. When he pulls me close and kisses me, I see Olivia roll her eyes even as the adults all seem to beam with pride and joy.

  I can’t help but tease my lovely niece. “So, Olivia, when are you getting married?” I ask and she glares at me in good spirits.

  “Never,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You guys are disgusting.”

  We laugh as the guys get up and head toward the kitchen as the oven goes off, announcing the food is ready. As they leave, I’m caught up in the love of my family, but Connor’s warmth and love remain on my mind even when he’s gone. I place a hand on the indiscernible lump between my hips.

  Our pasts don’t matter. Who we are and how we handle ourselves is what defines us as people. And I’d say we’re handling everything that comes our way with grace and fortitude.

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  THE END

  About the Author

  Thank you so much for reading my first series!

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  So who is Natalia Banks?

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  I’m a free spirit living in the gorgeous Rocky Mountains.

  Growing up, I spent summers at my family cottage swimming, getting sun kissed and watching the sun set over the calm and serene water. This piece of paradise, was where my real appreciation for nature was inspired from.