Billionaire Romance: Strike to the Heart (New Adult College Second Chance Age Play Older Man Younger Woman Romance) (Contemporary BBW BDSM Wealthy Rich Alpha Male Hero Short Stories)

by Grace Rawson

  Trey shook his hand and pulled away. He wasn’t in the mood to talk, but the stranger had left something in his hand. Trey looked at the object and saw a crisp hundred dollar bill folded up in his hand. Well this is interesting. Maybe my crappy day is about to turn around.

  “I’m listening.”

  “Do you know a young lady by the name of Sydney?”

  Why, yes sir I sure do.

  Trey considered his options. He finally drawled out, “now that information, my good sir, is going to cost a little more.”

  The man threw back his head and laughed, pulling another bill out of his pocket. “If you help me get what I’m after, there will be more where that came from.”

  Trey smiled and leaned in as the stranger began asking his questions. With each question, he got more and more excited. It seemed Sydney had been hiding more than an attraction to older men.

  Sydney left work later that afternoon, exhausted from another harrowing day. Max walked Sydney to her car and opened the door. The tension between them was palpable, the unquenched desire hanging heavily in the air. Sydney wanted to invite him to her home, but she was afraid. She hadn’t let anyone in since she’d left home for college. After years of shutting people out, she wasn’t sure she knew how to let people in.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said. She abandoned her musings and focused on the task at hand. This couldn’t go any further until they talked, and Sydney had a lot to say.

  “I need you to come with me. Can you ride a horse?”

  Max laughed. He was twice her age. He doubted there was much she’d done that he hadn’t done long before she was even born.

  “Of course I can.”

  “Good. There’s a ranch horse you can borrow. Follow my car, we need to talk.”

  Max raised his eyebrow. Sydney was many things, but boring wasn’t one of them.

  Max rode beside Sydney on the tall bay horse. They set an easy pace, and Sydney led the way on the trail that took them to a gorgeous meadow. She had a past, and it was only fair that Max knew what he was getting into. She was hoping the scenery would be a welcome distraction from the story she was about to tell.

  They finally made it to the open meadow and dismounted to let Concerto munch on the tall grass. He was better than most horses, and she had unbridled him more than once to graze freely while she laid out on the flat rock in the center of the field. Unsure of the bay, Sydney had brought along a halter and lead rope to tie him to a tree surrounded by tall, lush grass. She led Max to the boulder, her mind a jumble of words and painful memories.

  After many false starts and stops, Sydney finally blurted out, “my family is rich. Well they used to be.”

  Max was bemused. What an odd way to start a conversation that obviously held a lot of meaning to her, “mine too, and they still are.”

  Sydney rolled her eyes. Now was not the time for jokes, but she ignored him. She had spent the entire drive over here working up the courage to tell him about her past; she wasn’t going to let him derail her by telling jokes. She decided to start from the day after her 17th birthday, when her parents broke the news of their financial ruin.

  Chapter 8

  Sydney pulled Concerto to a halt after she finished a round of jumps. Perfect, as always, he’d left every pole in its place. She loosened her reins and he stretched his neck out as he cooled down. She loved Concerto like most girls loved their first new car. He was a well-oiled machine, powerful and sleek. Her parents had bought him for her Christmas present when she was twelve. Since that day she’d run into the yard to find him, giant green and red ribbons trailing from his long mane, she’d devoted every spare minute to caring for him.

  Anne Clark was sitting on the bleachers alone, tears streaming down her face. Sydney’s mother had been crying a lot lately, which Sydney attributed to her impending move to college. On track to graduate high school a full year early, she was starting college in the fall. She’d received several offers from prestigious schools, but hadn’t made her final choice yet. She still had two weeks to decide, and she wanted to make sure that she picked the perfect university.

  She pulled Concerto up beside her mother. “Mom, it’s ok, I’ll be home for Christmas.”

  “Oh Sydney, there won’t be a home by Christmas.” Anne started sobbing again. Through her tears, she explained to Sydney that they’d lost everything. Sydney was confused; they’d won six million dollars in the lottery when she was 12, just five short years before. But, her mom explained, her father had a gambling problem, and he’d gambled away everything. Everything but her college fund, which was locked into a trust that didn’t mature until her 18th birthday.

  Sydney felt light-headed. Gambled it all away? How did that even happen? She looked around at the opulent farm, her mother’s decadent wardrobe, and the fleet of vehicles in the driveway. It wasn’t just the gambling that had done them in; her parents had been hemorrhaging money since the day after they’d cashed the check. Sydney shouldn’t have been surprised.

  Sydney’s stomach sank as she realized that college was going to have to wait at least a year. And her Ivy-league aspirations were now a thing of the past. She was also struck by the way her mother mentioned the money The way she said they’d lost everything except her college fund made her think that her parents had plans for that money, too. But that money was hers and she wasn’t going to stand by and let them blow through that like they did the rest.

  She’d earned almost all of the money in her college fund on her own, winning several cross country and stadium jumping purses on Concerto. As soon as she could drive the horse and trailer herself, her parents had stopped attending her competitions in favor of time spent rubbing elbows with the rich at the country club. They’d given her ten thousand dollars for her birthday each year for the last four years, which was nothing when you considered they’d won six million. The rest of the money was earned through her blood, sweat, and tears. She’d done every job available at shows to be able to afford the extras she wanted; from mucking out stalls to warming up and cooling down million-dollar jumpers for the upper classes at shows. There was no job she wouldn’t do to get ahead. Every penny she didn’t use for her gear had gone into that account. Between her contributions and the interest they’d earned, she’d accumulated more than one hundred thousand dollars.

  Anne looked at her daughter expectedly. “You know, honey, Daddy and I are going to need that money to get back on our feet. Of course, you can live with us rent free until you start making your own money. But that money was a loan for you to go to college anyway. It actually belongs to us. We wouldn’t want to have to sell anything precious to save ourselves.” She looked pointedly at Concerto.

  Sydney felt panic welling up inside her. She was nothing like her parents, never had been really. But this was going too far. Her mother wasn’t proposing just having the original forty thousand returned. Anne Clark intended to take all her money. Every penny. Without apology or conscience. She had to do something and it had to be quick.

  “Mom, can we talk about this later? I have to cool Concerto off before his muscles get stiff.” She smiled at her mother, trying to hide her disappointment. “He’s worthless if he’s lame.”

  “Of course, Honey. I’ll see you at home later. Daddy and I have dinner plans. You’ll make yourself something in the kitchen later, right?” And just like that, every ounce of guilt Sydney felt over what she was planning was gone.

  Later that night, Sydney had packed up everything that she needed in her backpack. The documents for her trust were buried under several changes of clothes. She left the rest behind because she wanted no part of the life she’d lived here. If her parents were so willing to take away her shot at a future without a second thought, she didn’t want anything that they’d paid for. Except her horse. He was a gift and she had the card from under their Christmas tree to prove it. It wasn’t a bill of sale, but it was something. She saddled Concerto up and rode down the trail that led to her friend’s
farm a few miles away. More like ten miles, but it wasn’t that far on horseback. Her parents had been off in their own little world for so long, they didn’t know the name of a single one of her friends. Sydney was sure that she could hide out there until she could find a way to get as far away from James and Anne as possible.

  Chapter 9

  Sydney stopped for the first time since she started the story, exhausted by the heavy burden she’d unloaded with her words. With tears in her eyes, she looked up at Max. His face was incredulous. Oh no, he thinks I’m a horse thief! She started to explain that she’d sent them back their forty thousand dollars the minute the money was available, writing the words “for Concerto” in the memo section on the check. She had returned every penny they’d ever given her, even though the money was rightfully hers. She only wanted Concerto and hoped that they would be satisfied with what she sent. The check had cleared the bank within a week of her sending the money. Her parents had wasted no time with what was important to them. Max placed a finger over her lips to quiet her rambling about Concerto and money. He understood and the memory was obviously causing her quite a bit of distress. She was terrified that he was going to reject her, threaten to turn her in. Anything but what he did next.

  Max pulled Sydney to his chest and held her tight. She may have been all woman, but at that moment, all Max saw was the scared little girl, running away from a horrible situation. Sydney didn’t realize what she’d escaped, and was surprisingly unaffected by the emotional abuse her parents subjected her to. On the surface, they seemed like desperate people looking for a miracle. But Max knew that there was so much more. Her parents had bought a young girl off with a pony and then left her to raise herself for years. Money wasn’t everything, and a girl that young needed her parents. It was a wonder she’d turned out as well as she did. Sydney buried her face in his chest and sobbed; partly with relief, but mostly with the weight of her despair. All she’d ever wanted in the entire world was for her parents to love her. But, they loved money more than anything, perhaps more than each other. She’d had to run away from that life, but the little girl inside of her longed for the connection she never shared with them. The love.

  Max brushed the hair away from her face as her sobbing quieted. She’d been through so much at such a young age, Max couldn’t imagine how she’d felt. Money had been the source of quite a bit of frustration in Max’s life, and he’d seen it turn good people into monsters. But, he was one of the lucky ones. His parents were disappointed that he wouldn’t follow in their footsteps and run the family business, nor was he the least bit interested in living the life of the wealthy. He just wanted to be free to be who he was. His parents had accepted that about him, though with plenty of grumbling and bargaining, and they’d instead groomed his younger brother for first-born status. Sydney’s parents had been so blinded by the money and the status that they hadn’t even seen their daughter had grown up without them. It was just as well, since she’d turned into a fine young woman.

  Sydney sat back and rubbed her hands over her eyes, brushing off the last of her tears and casting off the burden that was her parents. She looked into Max’s eyes. She saw pity, and pain, but she also saw love. The kind of love she always dreamed about. She’d laid out her deepest, darkest secrets and he loved her. Searching his eyes, Sydney leaned in and kissed him tenderly. That fear she’d felt all these years, the instinct to run away every time someone got too close, melted with the heat of his touch. Sydney lay back on the sun-warmed rock, pulling him with her. Her hair fanned out behind her head, her eyes heavy with desire. Max melted on top of her, his desire straining at the fabric of his jeans as he rested on one elbow to look at her. With his free hand, he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, pushing the fabric to the side and moving her sports bra up to release her swollen breasts. Her skin was flushed with passion as he leaned down to take her erect nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly, using his tongue to tease her. Sydney moaned from deep in her throat, her hips pushing against him as she gave herself to the sensation. Max’s hand slid down her flat belly and into her waistband, pulling her button fly open in one smooth motion. Max released her breast and kissed down her stomach, leaving a trail of warmth as he headed further down. His hands slid under her, and she raised her hips to help him remove her pants. He pushed them down past her thighs, his mouth following the fabric as it revealed her sweetness. Sydney gasped as he mouth covered her, his tongue diving and darting into all the right places. She writhed against him as her passion increased, her breath coming is short gasps as she struggled to get her muddled thoughts into place. She was near nirvana when he stopped suddenly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he left her hanging on the edge of the cliff, a light breeze away from plummeting to her death.

  She heard his zipper and the rustle of fabric, and her mind screamed yes! Max covered her with his body, her world exploding when he entered her. She wrapped her arms around him, a scream building and dying on her lips as she rode the passion. Max continued as her orgasm rose and fell like waves. He watched her face, enjoying how each emotion played across it. She squealed and moaned, the pleasure overwhelming her with each subsequent wave as it crashed over her, engulfing her. When he knew she’d had all she could take, he let go, riding the final wave with her as his own pleasure overtook him. The world around them ceased to exist as they gave themselves over to their feelings. Exhausted, they lay on the warm rock, entangled as one, the warm sun caressing their skin as they caught their breath.

  Chapter 10

  They rode in comfortable silence on the trail back to the stables. Sydney kept glancing at Max and smiling shyly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’d never given herself over so completely as she had that afternoon. Max winked at her, enjoying the way the pink crept up her neck. They could see the stables up ahead and Sydney was sad that their magical afternoon was nearly over. They rode side by side onto the property, greeting people as they passed. Sydney was about to dismount when she heard a voice that made her blood run cold.

  “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my precious daughter and my horse. Hi Sydney,” the voice sneered, “did you miss your dear old Dad?”

  How had he found me?

  James Clark sauntered up to Max, who had dismounted and haltered his borrowed mount. He stuck his hand out to Max, who looked at him with obvious distaste. Max didn’t return the gesture, and James lowered his hand with a smile.

  “I see my sweet girl has landed herself the great Maxwell Stryker. I wonder, did she tell you that she took off with my money and stole that horse? I’m surprised a billionaire would shack up with a common horse-thief, but stranger things have happened.”

  Sydney’s head started spinning. A billionaire? Suddenly, it all made sense. The helicopter in the tiny town of Pinedale, the fact that Max didn’t seem to have an actual job outside of volunteering at CFR. It was obvious that the “anonymous donor” who’d paid for all of their equipment and the state of the art building that the search and rescue team worked out of must have been Max. No wonder he hadn’t cared about her past. To him, six million was nothing. Does that mean I am nothing to him, either?

  She spun Concerto around and took off at a flat gallop into the woods, putting as much distance between herself and the two men as possible. Just when things started to seem right in her world, it all came crashing down. Sydney ducked low along Concerto’s neck, moving with him as his hooves ate up the ground underneath him. He moved over the terrain as if on wings, the tears from the wind streaming down her face as she tried to outrun her past. How did Dad even find me? She had no idea, but one thing was for certain. He wasn’t going to take Concerto from her.

  Concerto rounded the corner and lost his footing, going down hard and sending Sydney flying over his head. She had a brief moment of panic before pain exploded throughout her entire body and the world went dark.

  Sydney lay there, fighting to regain consciousness. She had to get away, she had to fight. No matter how hard she pus
hed against the darkness, it pulled her back down, swallowing her whole. She struggled against the pull of the enveloping darkness, nearly resurfacing only to be pushed down again. She heard a steady pulse in her head; saw a burst of light that made her wonder if she was dying. Pain exploded again as she was shoved and pulled, the sound getting louder, drowning out the faint sound of voices calling her name. She gave up the fight as euphoria claimed her and the pain subsided.

  Max manned the controls of the chopper, trying not to panic as the nurse in the cabin yelled at Sydney, “stay with us, don’t give up Sydney.” She’d covered a lot of ground in a very short time. It had taken them almost an hour to get to the chopper and find her, lying crumpled in the dirt, her horse nowhere to be found. Concerto had returned to the stables, in bad shape. Max had informed the stable’s owner over the radio that he was to get that horse to a vet immediately. Max would spare no expense and he made it clear to the man that anything he could do to save horse was to be done. Max would deal with James later, and that man would regret chasing Sydney down. When Max was through with him, James would never dare show his face again. He didn’t care how much money it took, Sydney would never lay eyes on that horrible man again.

  The nurse hollered at him over the pulsing of the chopper’s blades, “She’s fading fast, how far out are we?”

  “Ten minutes,” Hold on Sydney. Max pushed the chopper as fast as it could go. He’d waited his entire life for a woman like her, he wasn’t about to lose her now.

  Epilogue

  Sydney sat in the padded glider on the wrap-around porch. Her broken bones were finally healed, and the casts had come off a week before. Her body remained bandaged, but the bandages were nothing compared to the heavy plaster. She watched the horses in the field running and smiled. They would never replace her Concerto, but Sydney’s heart would heal as her bones had. It had been almost two months since her accident and she hadn’t heard a word from James. Max was vague about what had happened, but she knew that he’d called on the family lawyer to make sure James would never hunt Sydney down in such a way again.