The Billionaire's Betrayal (Highest Bidder Book 3)

by Carmen Falcone

  Alexa bit back a smile. “Any name you want.”

  Specks of gold flickered in Scott’s eyes, and he nodded. “All right. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

  “Thanks for your time.” Alexa shook his hand one more time before he stomped on leftover dry hay and marched out of the barn.

  She walked over to Brooks, enthusiasm warming her cheeks. When had she ever been so certain about an auctionee so early in the game? Never. Usually, she carried on a lengthy process, with Jackie’s help, to find the best candidate for the position, and to keep a level head. “He’s the one. I know it.”

  Brooks jammed his hands into his pockets. “How can you be so sure? I thought you were going to double check with me first.”

  She’d done a great job pretending not to notice how those denims snugged his manly frame and cupped his delicious ass. Still, her pulse fluttered. She drew in a long sharp breath, determined to stay on task. “Trust my instinct. He’s a real virgin, because he dated his ex-girlfriend for years who wanted to wait until marriage and then dumped him two months ago. He’s extremely good-looking, but he also has that endearing quality most women want.”

  “What’s that?”

  “He’s charming. Respectful. Called me ma’am and didn’t look at my boobs.”

  “He’s obviously blind.”

  Desire bolted through her. Brooks erased the distance between them, the dirty message in his eyes very obvious. She cleared her throat, her lips suddenly feeling dry. When she licked them, he pulled her to him in one swift move, and just like that, every part of her touched his.

  “I have a hard time not looking at your tits,” he said, his gaze so intense, her breath caught in her throat.

  “Yeah,” she said, more of a whisper than a word.

  “I also have a hard time not salivating over your ass. Or smile. Or eyes.”

  A bursting sensation expanded in her chest, squeezing its way up her throat, making her main pulse point throb. God. She’d meant it when she proposed they sleep together for one night only, but one night hadn’t been enough. How long with him would ever be enough?

  She felt his cock pulsating through his jeans and, squirming, she moved just enough to nestle him between her thighs. He groaned, sweat slicking his forehead. Maybe he’d been exercising self-control for much longer than she. Perhaps…while she’d interviewed Scott?

  “Is this true, or is your male ego bruised because I gave someone else attention?” Her voice wavered, and she wasn’t sure if she joked or meant it.

  He circled his arm around her waist. “The part of me that’s hurting right now isn’t my ego,” he said, his voice thick and sexy. “And it’s burning for you, Madam, like the rest of me.”

  “I’m…burning too.”

  Burning? More like exploding. She circled her arms around his neck, and he took the cue, dipping his head and capturing her lips with his in a devastating kiss. He nipped her upper lip, causing currents of shivers within her. She tightened her hold on him, wishing neither had on clothes.

  She touched his chest, loving how he stiffened, and worked her way down his washboard abs until she reached his zipper.

  “Alexa,” he growled, the urgency in his voice enhancing her own.

  Ignited, she unzipped him, fumbling with his boxers then pulling them down enough for his cock to jut out, gloriously hard and warm. She stroked it, staking her claim, the stupid idea of claiming him adding to the turmoil of sensations bubbling inside her. God, she hadn’t claimed his cock yet, had she?

  “You’re so hard,” she whispered, if only to distract him before she pulled the rest of his jeans and underwear down and kneeled before him. Who knew if she’d have the opportunity to suck him again? He’d made no promises, and neither had she. Enjoy the moment, a small voice inside her said.

  “No one has ever turned me on the way you do,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

  She peered up at him, and his eyes darkened, the flames of desire in his irises the evidence he meant every word. Encouraged, she stroked his impressive cock, feeling the underside veins throbbing with the contact, warming her palm and shooting a strand of arousal through her.

  He groaned, inhaling, probably attempting to control his reaction to her. Sweat slicked her forehead. God. She’d been there, too. When he’d pleasured her on her desk, and taken her to the edge, pushing her into an abyss of pleasure. It’s only fair I do the same to him.

  She ran her fingers up and down his length, teasing, causing his rod to get even bigger and thicker under her touch. A sense of empowerment swelled in her chest, and she smiled inwardly, adamant on continuing her plan.

  “Darlin’,” he said, shoving his fingers into her hair, pulling a chunk of it. Her scalp sizzled in response.

  She took some inches of his cock into her mouth, working the rest with her hand, knowing fully well it’d take time to fit him completely. Damn, the man had some hot rod. She smelled her scent of female arousal in the air, even though she still wore her jeans. Her thighs felt sticky and her warm cream coated her G-string, melting it against her swollen pussy.

  “Fuck, Alexa. You suck me so good.”

  Smothering a moan, she intensified the rhythm of her hand, slowly adding more of him inside her mouth, stretching her throat muscles to the max. When she pushed some of it away, she released an exhale, but quickly sucked him right back in again. The soft, salty skin covering his hardness was delicious.

  She’d never enjoyed giving oral sex before, on the few occasions she’d tried. This…was different…was something she craved. Hhhmmmmm. She grazed her teeth around his cock, giving his flesh little nips and tracing a path to the thick head. With the tip of her tongue, she stroked the slit in the middle, earning another growl from him which only excited her even more.

  Some pre-cum bubbled at the tip, and she licked the salty seed with gusto. She felt him shudder, his legs trembling, breaths shaky. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, kneeling in front of her before she could question his actions.

  She lifted her hand to her mouth, lips sizzling with his flavor on them. “Why did you stop? I thought you said you were burning for me.”

  He reached for her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. “Yes. And now we’ll burn together.”

  Chapter Six

  Burn together. Hell, he was already in flames. Brooks pulled her shirt over her head and, with help from her, managed to pull down her jeans and underwear with one clumsy move.

  Rays of sunshine trespassed through the closed windows, and even though the barn was no longer in service, anyone could walk in. He was about to fuck her in broad daylight in one of his barns, and nothing else seemed more right. Taking her in his domain.

  When she’d talked to Scott, he’d had to cling to self-control not to punch the hired hand, bring her inside, and kiss her. Feel her skin. Touch.

  He hadn’t expected them to get naked now, but damn, once again she’d surprised him. He shouldn’t force anything—which was why he’d stopped when she sucked him and nearly sent him over the edge. Despite her attitude, after what he’d learned from her he knew he had to be gentle with her—even if it killed him.

  She splayed her hand on his chest and pushed him down. He pressed into the hay covering the ground, glad to have the best view a man could get. Alexa, straddling him, wearing nothing but a naughty smile on her face.

  A frisson traveled through him, heading south, and sending a painful rush of blood to his cock.

  She fell down on him, putting his hands over his head, and he let her, prepared to give her control if that was what she wanted. When she lowered herself, her breasts brushed against his chest, and shocks of electricity surged inside him, putting his body in high alert. His cock grew harder, poking her thigh, its head pressing into her flesh. Gritting his teeth, he cursed his raging desire, desperate to tame the unstoppable want for her.

 
; She chuckled with amusement, depositing a kiss on his chin, transforming the currents of awareness into a giant wave of longing. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her, and waiting ached like a chronic disease. When she neared his mouth, he darted out his tongue, greedily trying to catch hers, but she retreated a bit, and her sway on top of him nearly killed him.

  “You’re very impatient, aren’t you?” she said, and though her tone was playful, he detected a note of edginess in her voice. She dipped again, bringing her mouth close to his, and with it her tantalizing scent.

  “I am now.”

  She loosened her grip on his wrists, until she removed her hands completely, bringing them to his cock. “Lucky you, I’m impatient, too.”

  Biting into her lower lip, she lifted her hips enough to position the tip of his cock at her entrance. The contact with her wet flesh upped his internal temperature, sweat glistening on his limbs. His heart slammed into his chest, throbbing everywhere he had a pulse.

  Teasing him, she lowered herself onto his cock slowly. A moan escaped her sexy, parted lips, and it took everything he had in him not to turn her around and fuck her from behind, pull her sultry hair tighter with each thrust. The image heated his bloodstream, already pounding in his veins.

  At the end, he’d either come or die—there was no in between.

  She kept her gaze trained on him, the deep shade of blue in her eyes drawing him in. He sucked his breath, feeling the pre-cum leaking from his tip, suppressing the shudders his body released with each passing second. With her hand, she stroked his dick, pulling it inside her. “There’s so much of you to go round, cowboy.”

  “True. I know just the woman who can handle my big cock.” His voice dropped another octave lower.

  “That’s right,” she said, removing her hand and managing to shove more of him inside her, filling her to the brim. It took a moment or two for them to adjust, her walls clenching him, milking every inch of him.

  He popped his knuckles, a cramp forming on his wrist from the awkward position, but even though he wanted to touch her, he’d obey her wishes and keep his hands away from her, letting her fuck him however she wanted.

  She began moving, back and forth, then doing a circling motion that stole his last breath away. Her breasts bounced, big and full, her taut nipples begging to be licked. Groaning, he slammed his hips in hers, helping her, and the movement earned a moan from them at the same time.

  She retaliated by intensifying the rhythm, each time sending him closer and closer to the edge.

  “That’s right, Madam. Fuck me,” he said, lifting his hips from the ground, giving more of himself to her, allowing for a deeper thrust. She placed her hands on his chest, and worked her pussy harder, faster.

  “God. So good,” she said, opening her thighs a notch, rocking back from his cock only to return with a ravenous revenge, fucking him so hard he thought his heart would give out. “Touch me,” she whispered.

  Thought you’d never ask. He lifted his hands from over his head and cupped her tits, loving how they filled his large palms. She threw her head back, obviously enjoying the touch, and he caught her pink nipple between his thumb and index finger, while with the other hand he tugged at it. A raw grunt sliced through the air, and she threw her head forward, moving sensuously on top of him with the magnitude of an erotic dance.

  Keeping one hand busy torturing her breast, he lowered the other one down to her pussy, the smell of her arousal a shameless invitation for some finger play. He found her clit, and touching it he could feel the throbbing inside, how engorged it became just for him. He rolled his finger over her clit, then flicked it, teasing it, squeezing it just a bit only to work it again harder.

  She bent her back a bit and reached behind his cock, touching his balls. Damn. Hot tingles expanded inside his sac as she rolled her fingers between, touching him like she owned those motherfuckers.

  Right now, she did.

  He intensified the rhythm of his claim on her hot nub, and she dipped two digits down, slightly parting his ass cheeks. He clenched his ass, confused, but she insisted, and soon, thrust her fingers into his hole.

  “I’m fucking you both ways, cowboy,” she said. “That okay?”

  A rush of blood struck his temples, like he’d been knocked out. Nothing had prepared him for this… She rammed into his cock, riding his meat like he was a first-class restaurant to a starving woman. He increased the pressure on her clit, relentlessly. “Yes,” he said, unsure about it, but too aroused to overthink.

  Squirming, she thrust her two digits into his back hole, in and out with quick, shallow claims. The friction drove him over the edge, and he growled, desperate for release. She rocked on top of him once again, and called out his name as her cheeks reddened, eyes darkened.

  She bounced on his lap, her fingers not letting up for a second, and finally, shook. The vision of her gorgeous naked body, covered in sweat, squeezed an invisible band around his heart, clenching it so hard he forgot to breathe for a beat or two.

  She came on his cock, her body trembling, moans of exhaustion and satisfaction pouring from her lips. One last time, she pulled her fingers out then shoved them inside him, and he let himself go.

  Pleasure rocketed in his core, fast-tracking all his cells, launching through him powerful and ruthless. Flecks popped on his field of vision, overwhelming all his senses. He loaded generous spurs of his hot cum inside her pussy, and her greedy walls milked him completely.

  When she fell on top of him, he kissed the top of her head and helped her roll to the side. He wanted to talk, but couldn’t manage to string two words together, let alone two sentences. Madam Alexa had drained him completely, and he couldn’t have been more satisfied.

  …

  Alexa sighed. Strands of her hair, slicked with sweat, clung to her cheeks, and she wiped them from her face. What the hell just happened?

  She could blame it on the excitement from choosing the right candidate, but shit, she deserved more honesty. It wasn’t about who’d taken charge, because she loved it when he did, but he’d given her the option. A squishy sensation traveled through her, the good feeling almost overpowering her still tingling lady bits. During sex, he’d let her be whoever she wanted. Would he be like this in every aspect of a relationship? Accepting and trustworthy?

  Or is he yielding to our sexual attraction because it’s convenient and available?

  “If all Texans are this good in bed, we’ll make billions from the auction,” she said, throwing the comment to dispel the doubt rooting inside her.

  He moved his face, glancing at her with a hint of a smile. “You’ll have to take my word for it. If any man dares to look at you, they’re toast.”

  “I’m sure you’ll keep me busy while I’m in town,” she said, no longer fooling herself about not sleeping with him anymore. “Tomorrow he’s signing the contract, yes?”

  He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Hope it’s the right decision for him.”

  “Why wouldn’t it be? He’ll make a lot of money and he has the rest of his life to make love to the right woman,” she said, doubting a young buck like Scott would keep from having fun with the wrong ones. “How was your first time?”

  He propped himself on his elbow, and she shuffled on the hay, the prickly grass itching her knee and legs. “Hmmm. Sixteen years old. My girlfriend back then, same age.”

  “And?”

  “I wish I knew then what I know now.”

  She nudged his shoulder. “If you did, I doubt she would’ve ever let you go.”

  She meant to say it playfully, but a lump formed in her throat, and the uncomfortable awareness returned, twisting her insides. A zingy energy passed between them, pulling them closer to each other even though neither moved an inch. Tingles arrowed inside her, in all directions, carrying a message she didn’t want to decipher.

  Without breaking the stare,
he stroked her cheek, his touch so gentle, she leaned into it, silently begging for more. He acquiesced, sliding his hand down to the back of her neck, and she exhaled. If she had met a nice man like him when she’d been a runaway girl, would she have settled? Her heart skipped a beat.

  No. She wouldn’t have been ready to give herself to someone back then—not even a guy as dreamy as Brooks. She moved her head a bit, jerking it away from him to clear her mind. If he continued touching her, no rational thought would hit her brain. “What’s on your mind?” she asked.

  “You know, you popped my other cherry today, so in a sense, you were present during a loss of virginity.”

  “Really? Was it…okay?” Alexa chewed her bottom lip. She’d read about how some guys enjoyed some play in their ass during oral sex or intercourse. A shiver raced down her spine. What if he’d hated it? He’d acted like he loved it.

  “Yeah. But moving forward, I’d much rather do the same to you, Madam.”

  “Well, you’d be popping my cherry then,” she said with amusement. “I’ve tried with my vibrator, but never with a guy back there.”

  Balls of fire lit his eyes, sparkling specks of gold shooting through his irises. “Tell me more.”

  “Well, I did some research, because in my line of work, it’s good to know things. Also, I wanted to see if I’d like it,” she finished, telling the real reason why she’d bought a two-dildo contraption. A wave of heat spread across her cheeks and neck, and she touched her chest, cursing her heart for beating so wildly.

  “Did you?”

  “It’s okay but I’m sure with a guy it’s different.” Better with a guy. No, not just any guy. Better with him.

  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Maybe you’ll let me show it to you.”

  “Maybe,” she said, biting her tongue to keep from adding someday. The possibility stoked a fire in her belly, quickly spreading within her, unsettling her core.

  He stared at her with a fiery intensity that had the power of softening her insides. She swallowed. For so long, never had been such a definite word in her romantic life. And now, she’d open herself to a maybe.