Single Mom for the Billionaire (Alpha Billionaire Romance Book)

by Davis, Alexa

  I lifted Ashlee up onto the counter in front of me where I could stand between her legs and run my hands all over her. I cupped her cheeks in my hands, ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying every second of having her mouth on mine. I loved this woman from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be getting a third shot with her. Did I even deserve it? I hoped that I did because if she gave it to me, I had no intention of screwing up again.

  I wanted to tell Ashlee that I loved her, I wanted those words to spill past my lips, but there was still something holding me back, and I wasn't quite sure what it was just yet.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Ashlee

  Tuesday

  I could barely cope as Matthew pressed his amazing frame up against me. Everything within my body sparked with an intense fire, swirling through my veins, into my stomach, zapping at my heart.

  I was so glad that I’d come tonight, especially as things had taken such an amazing turn. I hadn’t been expecting it, but it felt incredible all the same. I’d come there with the intension of making things right with Matthew, of potentially taking about an us in the future, but I was not complaining about how things had turned out.

  His hands were all over my body; he was feeling every single inch of me, which was probably very difficult for him because my clothes were still a little damp from the rain earlier on. That wasn't putting him off, though; he seemed to be as needy for me as I was for him, which made me feel incredible. Every tiny bit of self-doubt simply flew from my mind, leaving me with nothing but the sensations he was giving me.

  “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” Matthew grinned against my mouth, sending an electric bolt of desire racing right through my body.

  There was something so seductive about the way he said that; it had my heart thundering noisily in my chest. I pulled back from him, shooting him a smile before tugging my own dress up over my head. I knew Matthew liked my body, he liked the way I looked, so there was no reason to feel shy. “Oh my God, you’re so beautiful.”

  He claimed me with his mouth once more, kissing me with even more passion than before. My ears buzzed with lust, my body pulsated with desire. I felt raw and animalistic. That only got worse when his fingers finally found the outline of my underwear, which he played with for a few moments, teasing me to the point where I couldn't take it any longer. He was driving me crazy, and my back arched with bliss, giving him permission to go in even deeper, which he did enthusiastically.

  I felt myself go crazy as he pulled my underwear to one side, and he began passionately exploring my hot, wet desire. As his fingers massaged my insides, giving me the sensations that I’d been craving since the last time we were together, I gripped onto him tightly, digging my nails deeply into his back, clinging onto him for dear life.

  “Oh my God,” I groaned, lolling my head to one side as he alternated between plunging deep inside of me and teasing my clit with his thumb. He was bringing me to the brink of desire already, and I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to lose myself so quickly; I wanted to be able to explore him, too. “Stop,” I pleaded. “Not yet.”

  I pushed him off me before sliding to the ground in an instant, not giving him even a moment to think. I knew what I wanted this time; I was sure of what I desired, and I didn’t want Matthew to dominate the situation once more.

  I kissed him hard, spinning him around, slamming him against the wall, before descending to the ground. I wanted to taste Matthew, to feel him between my lips, and my heart pounded with excitement as I got closer to that fantasy coming true.

  I unbuckled Matthew’s pants, pulling his thick, throbbing length free, and the involuntary moans that he emitted as I did that, made me feel incredible. I loved that I could turn him on, especially as I felt so damn boring after the adventurous sex life he’d clearly been living.

  I moved my mouth closer to him, pursing my lips out until they were lightly brushing against his cock, and the intense tremble that started to rock through his body filled me with a confidence that this was good for him – that he was enjoying himself.

  Then I placed one chaste kiss on his length. Then another, and another, just teasing him, glancing up to see his face as I drove him wild. As I watched his face contort in pleasure, I wanted more. I needed the full experience, so without even pausing to breathe, I wrapped my lips around him and I took him as far down the back of my throat as I could.

  “Oh fuck,” he yelled out, running his fingers through my hair. “Fucking hell, Ashlee.”

  I ran my mouth up and down his length, flicking my tongue all over him, and his entire body started to shake. It excited me, almost to the point where I got carried away, but just as I felt him growing dangerously close to the knife’s edge, I forced myself to pull away.

  I didn’t want to, not when we were both enjoying it so much, but I knew that if I carried on in that way, I would not get to experience him inside of me, and once that the idea was in my mind, I really needed that.

  As I moved my mouth off him and I stood back up with a cheeky grin, Matthew growled at me, took my hand roughly, and led me into the front room where it was a little warmer.

  There, he kissed me hard and fast, walking me backwards until I fell onto the couch. I giggled as I tumbled back in an ungainly fashion, but from the look on Matthew’s face, he wasn't finding anything funny. He looked totally consumed by desire, totally swimming with passion, and that had my heart racing all over again.

  As we began to kiss once more, his fingers worked their way around to my bra clasp, fiddling with it in an expert fashion until it fell from my body, freeing my breasts for him to touch. He used his fingers, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, so quickly, interchanging in a way that had my head spinning with happiness. Wild sensations crashed over me, leaving me a writhing mess underneath him. He was using my nipples in best way possible, in a way that I’d never experienced before, and I found myself loving every second of it.

  Then he slowly and seductively moved down my body, kissing me all the way down, and as soon as he was near enough to my core, he tore my panties from me. They were only in the way; I needed them gone just as much as he did.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped out in sheer pleasure. “Oh my God.”

  His breath on my entrance was driving me damn near insane, then he seemed to inch closer, moving in on what felt like his territory, and he claimed it in a shocking, fast-paced move. Suddenly, his tongue was everywhere: inside of me, over my clit, running up and down my slit. I wanted to scream out, to say something to him, but I was too breathless to even think , never mind speak.

  “Oh shit,” I eventually burst out. “I... I need you.”

  With that, he slid his mouth away from me and hovered above me. He gave me a quick look filled with a crazy fire, and then he thrust into me, knocking me backwards. He filled me up in a way that felt incredible, and from the angle he was slamming into me, he was brushing past my clit every single time, leaving me in heaven.

  It seemed like every time we were together in this intimate way, we went into it with the full intention of being sweet and romantic with one another, but almost instantly that sizzling chemistry overtook and we just couldn't help ourselves. The magnetism between us was so strong, so intense, it completely consumed us every time.

  As the hot pool of bliss spread over my body, and the orgasm tore right through me, I felt lost, consumed, overtaken by him. He was everything to me, and I never wanted us to end.

  As the waves of pleasure violently rocked my body, I wanted to finally admit that I was in love with Matthew; it felt like the right moment to tell him, but I couldn't seem to get the words out no matter how hard I tried. They remained stuck in my brain, where I feared he would never get them.

  As my breath started to come back to me, I considered saying it then, but another idea came to me instead. I shoved Matthew backwards, feeling cheeky and excited, until he fell onto the ground. There, I climbed on top of him and slid down
onto his length. He bit his lip in lust as I sat up and rode him wildly, allowing him to see every inch of my body as we made love, and the happy look that took over his face made me feel incredible.

  It was me doing that to him; it was me making him feel that way, and I honestly felt like we were starting something exciting and new. Sure, it would be familiar, but it would be different, too. We were adults now, going into this with our eyes wide open, and I truly believed that this would be the official start of it all, the relationship that would last forever more.

  Eventually, Matthew yelled out in pleasure, exploding inside of me. As he trembled, yelled, and buckled, I lay on top of him and hugged him close, wanting to build our bond even more, and as we lay together, panting like crazy, I felt like I’d achieved that.

  “Come on,” he whispered against my lips, kissing me lightly. “Let’s go to bed.”

  He quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, but I couldn't seem to switch my brain off. Ever since the euphoria subsided, all I found myself left with was a deep uncertainty. I couldn't seem to stop myself from feeling insecure. For some reason, all those stupid stories in the press kept running through my mind, over and over again. How could I keep up with a man who liked bondage and threesomes? What if I was only another fad and he eventually grew bored of me? I hated the fact that I was being so crazy in my mind, that my brain was making me so indecisive, but I couldn't seem to stop myself.

  My initial instinct was to hide myself away, to run from Matthew once more, and to protect my heart, but I couldn't do that this time. This time I wanted things to be different, I wanted to be more open. As scary as that was, I was going to have to make myself do it. I would just have to be stronger than I’d ever been before.

  I glanced over to his sleeping body, willing myself to be able to be vulnerable with him, to allow him to have my heart all over again. I wanted things to be back to the way they once were, when things were simple and easy in school, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. This time, if we got into it, it was going to have to be a whole lot different. We were going to have to acknowledge our past and put it behind us, accepting it without letting it control us. Especially me; I was the one who was allowing the past to still dictate my decisions.

  In that instant, I wanted to shake Matthew, to wake him up, to finally tell him that I loved him, but I couldn't. Not yet. I would, though. One day.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Matthew

  Wednesday Moring

  This time as I woke up, I was pleased to find Ashlee still there, in my arms. I wasn't sure why, but a big part of me had expected her to race off again, so it was good to feel her warmth, her presence still there. I grinned to myself, running my fingers through her hair as an old, unexpected memory flowed through my mind.

  Ashlee had just turned seventeen when I finally got her out on the fishing boat. She’d never wanted to go before, not with her father or me, but I got the impression that she saw it as a way for us to get some much needed time alone. I only suggested it in passing, and I was shocked to hear her say yes.

  “It’s cold,” she whined jokingly. “I didn’t realize it was going to be like this.”

  “What? You didn’t think that it would be cold out on the water?” I laughed loudly, bringing her in for a hug. “Don’t worry; things will start heating up when you make your first catch.”

  She sent me a look, one that suggested that she didn’t believe me, which had me chuckling all over again. We’d been together for a while at that point, and I couldn't believe how much I still liked her, how much she still gave me butterflies. It was almost unbelievable. I’d seen all my friends blow through girlfriends like nobody’s business, but I had no desire to do that. I’d only ever wanted one person, and that wasn't changing.

  “Are you having fun yet?” I teased, seeing the boredom already creeping up into her face. “Isn’t this the best thing ever?”

  “Urgh, I honestly don't know how you and Dad do this for a whole day! Doesn’t it drive you crazy?”

  “Honestly, no, the open air, the ocean, the calm... I think it’s great.”

  With that, I pulled her face closer to mine, and I gave her a deep and passionate kiss. I hoped that would be the thing to bring her around to fishing, and from the way she responded enthusiastically, I felt like I was getting through to her.

  In that moment, I decided to finally confess the feelings I’d been experiencing for a very long time. I’d known for a while that I was in love with Ashlee, but I hadn’t wanted to say it. I felt like it was a word our classmates flung around all the time, to many different people, without thinking of the consequences, and I didn’t want us to be the same.

  But now it was time.

  My heart raced in my chest as I tried to picture myself saying it, and I grew so nervous that I almost managed to talk myself out of it.

  “I love you.”

  What the hell? She managed to get in there first! I was trying so hard to think of the best way to say it that I did it too late. I was totally shocked, but at the same time, I was grateful that she felt the same way. At least we had that.

  “I love you, too,” I grinned, pulling her back to me. “You’re incredible, and I think that I’ve loved you for a very long time.”

  “Let’s always be together,” she pleaded with me, as we kissed a little more. “I never want to be with anyone but you. You’re my future husband, and that’s all I really care about.”

  To a young man, the thought of that commitment should have been terrifying, but I didn’t think it was at all. Her feelings matched mine, her dreams and aspirations matched mine: we were meant to be.

  “Let’s get married now,” I joked, making her giggle like crazy. “Let’s just run away and live in a cave somewhere. We only need us.”

  “How are you going to be a freaking doctor in a cave?” she shoved me playfully back. “I thought that you wanted to save the world.”

  “Can’t I do both?” I pouted, before sending her a grin. “Okay, I won’t marry you tomorrow, but I will make you my wife someday.”

  And in that moment, I knew that I would. I didn’t think anything would ever be able to stand in my way.

  That moment on the fishing boat, when we first declared our love for one another, had been a long time coming. I certainly didn’t want the next one to be as long. I wanted to get there much quicker, but I also didn’t want to push things. This time, we both needed to be cautious for different reasons. I might not have been experiencing any uncertainty anymore, but I was still aware that we had obstacles to overcome.

  “Hey, Ashlee,” I whispered, shaking her lightly. “Ashlee, are you awake?”

  “Hngrh,” she gurgled back, slowly starting to stir. I glanced down at her face as she shifted her body, admiring her beauty even first thing in the morning. I wasn't used to seeing the women I slept with in the morning, so it was a novel experience, but I already knew that it would be different than with anyone else in the world. “Yeah, I’m awake.”

  “Do you want breakfast?” I asked, smiling to myself. She might have been suggesting that she was awake, but her eyes were firmly fixed in a closed position, which told me that she was about to drift back off into slumber.

  “Please,” she barely mumbled, which was enough to have me heading to the kitchen.

  As I made her breakfast, wearing only my apron, the memory of the previous night flew through my mind once more. I’d intended to take things slowly, to really explore her body, which I feel like I’d achieved a little bit...but I still got carried away.

  Never mind, I was certain that we’d be in that position again. I felt like our feelings were strong enough now to hold us together no matter what the future threw at us.

  By the time I walked back into the bedroom, still only wearing the apron, Ashlee was a little more awake. She was sitting upright in the bed with only the sheet wrapped around her, her hair spilling down her back, looking sexier than ever.

  “Well, g
ood morning, sleepy head,” I teased. “It’s nice to see you finally awake.”

  “Oh, shut up,” she laughed. “What did you make me to eat?”

  As I spun around to give her a glimpse of my naked butt, she squealed in delight, making us both laugh. I wanted things to be light and airy; I didn’t want to have to delve into any difficult and deep conversations, especially if that wasn't what she wanted, and it seemed like I’d managed to achieve that.

  I handed her the food and shot her a big grin, which she returned wholeheartedly. “Thank you,” she replied happily. “This is amazing. In fact, the whole night has been incredible.”

  “Yeah?” I asked cautiously. If Ashlee was about to bring it up, then that was fine; I just didn’t want to pile any unnecessary pressure on her shoulders.

  “Yeah...it really felt right, don't you think?” she looked up at me, concern filling her expression, suddenly looking a little uneasy. It seemed like my wariness had been misinterpreted, which was an issue that I wanted to fix immediately.

  “It was the best night of my whole damn life,” I reassured her, pulling her in for a hug. “You’re incredible. I feel like we’re amazing together, and that made for the best night ever.”

  She leaned into me, and for a second, I felt like I could feel a little wetness from her eyes, but she pulled back so quickly that I honestly couldn't be sure.

  “I’m going to just be honest with you,” she told me, shaking slightly as she spoke. “I’m feeling insecure, like I’m not really good enough. I know that I shouldn’t believe too much of what I read in the media, but the bits about your...sexual past, it has me feeling like I’m not enough.

  Wow , I had to admire that brutal honesty. I felt like it set a brand-new precedence for us. It felt like we were going to do things differently now, and that had to be a good thing. Keeping things to ourselves, pushing our problems deep down, it just didn’t work, so this would be a positive change.