Mountain Billionaire

by Eva Luxe

  I ran out to the back of my house where I saw them rolling around in the grass in different clothes. Ariel was wearing something I didn’t even recognize. I jogged down the stairs, smiling at them having so much fun.

  The light that danced off of Willow’s face as she played with Ariel was ethereal. I could put a ring on that. Quickly.

  Willow lifted her head up from rolling around in the grass.

  “Hey, Darien, how was work?!” She got up and strode over to me. Ariel took notice and was soon close behind.

  “Good,” I said. I felt a little ridiculous in my jacket and tie, so I took the jacket off and started rolling up the sleeves. Willow’s eyes flicked to my arms, but immediately returned to my face. “What’re you two up to?”

  “Willow took me to the mall,” Ariel exclaimed, twirling in the new dress she got. “Dad! It was so cool. We got jewelry and hair stuff. She even bought me these cute dresses and clothes. When I go to school, all the girls are going to be so jealous.”

  “Looks like you two had fun. But I thought I said to come straight home.”

  Willow frowned and threw her hands on her hips. “Come on, after what happened, we needed a little letting loose.”

  Ariel was on Willow’s side. “Plus, I got to meet Willow’s brother Sam. He’s asleep right now, but Willow said he was going to wake up soon so I can talk to him!”

  Willow’s face dimmed. If her care of Ariel was anything to go by, then I knew she deeply loved and worried about him.

  I remember she told me about his medical bills. If only she would tell me more.

  “Willow, I’d like to talk to you.” I began to walk back to the house. Willow followed.

  Ariel ran up around me and stood in the way of the door. “Daddy! She’s not in trouble, is she?”

  “No, darling. Why don’t you go into the game room, we’ll come to get you in a few minutes?” I patted her head, and she smiled.

  “Okay. Be nice to Willow.”

  “Yes, my bossy princess!”

  We walked into the living room and I waited until I heard Ariel close the door to her game room. Willow took a seat on the couch and sat her hands on her lap. “So, what’s up?”

  “Willow, about earlier—”

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t prevent Morgan from—”

  “Not another word. None of that was your fault and you know it.” It was impossible for Willow to be the shit starter that Morgan was. I was truly hurt that she felt like she failed in any way whatsoever.

  “But—”

  “Willow… please. I wanted to show you my thanks.” I took out a slim small box from my back pocket that could fit in the palm of my hand and handed it to Willow.

  “Huh?” She looked at it without taking it. “I can’t. I’m sorry. You’ve done so much and I… I don’t want to put anyone in jeopardy.”

  “Willow, why can’t you let me spoil you?” The desperation in my voice was apparent. I wasn’t used to letting people see me in want for something. That usually meant it was hard to get, and things were never hard for me to get.

  Willow, on the other hand. She wasn’t a thing. She was perfection. The mother figure to Ariel I wished a thousand fucking times Morgan would be.

  She leaned her head to the side and held her arms.

  “I have to go.” She stood up. “The hospital needs to talk to me about some things. Are you sure it’s okay to take the Audi? I can just get a cab─”

  “No. Please take it. That car means nothing in comparison to your safety.”

  “I hate to leave Ariel,” she mused. “She didn’t seem to be traumatized by the stuff this morning, but…”

  She shifted back and forth on her feet. For a minute I was afraid she’d run and not come back. But she knew where she belonged. With me.

  By my side.

  Under me.

  “You’re a really wonderful man, Darien. Ariel is so damn lucky to have you.”

  I grabbed her, and our lips crashed together in a starving kiss. I reached into her hair and tangled my hands in their golden depths.

  Breaking our kiss, Willow rubbed my chest, patted it, then ran off.

  “I’ll be back later, promise!”

  Chapter 16 – Willow

  Another night down. I was better on the pole now, and my dance moves were more advanced. Now I was doing flips and twerking upside down. Not that I liked it, but it was paying about half the bills. The other half came from him.

  The thought of him heated my cheeks up and made me quiver.

  Darien Thrilling. He was thrilling, all right.

  I pulled into his driveway, admiring the glittering lights that framed the way to his garage.

  I counted my lucky stars that the car was so quiet.

  I turned off the car, holding my breath and hoping it wouldn’t let out a loud grunt. But why would it? Cars this expensive didn’t do that.

  After that part was over, I rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes.

  “Why does this have to be so difficult? Why did you have to pick me?” I whispered to myself.

  I pulled myself together and carefully crept out of the car. It was well past one o’clock, and judging from last time, Darien didn’t like when I got home late.

  Not that he was my dad or anything. But he worried over me. And ever since he touched me like that, the way he made me forget how to breathe… I just couldn’t stop thinking about how good he could be in bed.

  How good it would be to be his.

  But first things first─ and my first priority was Sam. And right now, I needed to make sure Darien wasn’t waiting in the main corridor for me, ready to lecture me. I was way too tired for that.

  When I cracked the front door open, I eyeballed the inside and saw that all the lights were off. All I saw were faint glows from lights upstairs.

  Slipping in and closing the door, darkness enveloped me. With every step I took, I made sure that I didn’t hit something.

  Just as I was getting closer to the stairs, I moved faster.

  I was gonna get away with— shit! The edge of a rug snagged my foot and I landed face first on the ground with a huge thud.

  “Fuck! Great, just great,” I whined to myself, struggling to get up. My legs were tangled with each other and the breath in my lungs was knocked out of me.

  “Willow.”

  Damn it. I could smell the warm cologne, leaching off of him. My body shivered, knowing he was close, yet not being able to see him.

  “Darien?” I felt around with my hand and touched his crotch, pushing against his cock. “Oops! Sorry!” He grabbed my hands, and I swatted them away. “I just tripped, I’m fine.”

  “Let me help you up—”

  “No, I’m good I can—yikes!” Now I was close to his warm broad chest. It felt like steel under his shirt. “Darien, we can’t do this…”

  “And why not? Lights on.” The lights faded on and he scanned my body possessively. “What’re you wearing? You weren’t wearing this when you left.”

  I guess he was the billionaire detective now. I struggled in his embrace, but he held on tight and started up the stairs.

  “Oh, I went to a club with my friends…”

  “What club?”

  Shit, he wanted details. I wasn’t a clubber, and after Sam’s accident, I alienated my friends.

  I was a loner. Grieving and wallowing around in my sorrow.

  Now here I was, in the arms of one of the most powerful men in the country. Darien Thrilling.

  “Willow, answer me.”

  “The one downtown,” I said, unsure of myself.

  Was there even a club downtown?

  “There’s only one type of club downtown, and it’s a gay club for men only. Not women. Try again.”

  Fuck, he could see right through me.

  “Um…” I gave up. He turned the corner and went down to my room. He pushed the door open and brought me inside.

  It wasn’t until we were at the bed that he put me
down gently.

  I was wearing a cute halter top and some Daisy Dukes with my black boots. Ariel was asleep, so I wasn’t concerned about her accidentally seeing me.

  Darien, on the other hand…

  “You smell like alcohol. Willow, I want the truth,” he demanded, folding his arms, his eyes staring me down.

  “Fine, I was over there…”

  “Dancing?”

  “Do we have to do this?” I sighed.

  “Yes. Willow, why?! You know I’m here. You know if you need anything under the goddamn sun that I’d give it to you. Do you see the way Ariel looks at you?”

  “Yes, but I—”

  “Do you see the way I look at you?”

  “Darien, I’m not used to this.”

  “Get used to this. Get comfortable with this. I need you here. The only reason you’re out there stripping is because you’re not telling me the whole truth… and that hurts.”

  “Darien…”

  “Willow, I don’t see you as just my nanny.”

  “And I don’t see you as just my boss either. I see my hero, the man that saved me in the alley, the man that’s helping me save my brother…”

  I got off the bed to stand and face him. I wanted to be on an even playing field, even though I was shorter than him.

  “Darien—” He cut me off with a kiss. My back arched on its own, exposing more of my skin to him.

  He ran his thumbs over my nipples, back and forth across the cotton of my halter top. The sensation, the friction, ran through me, making me wet, making me melt in his arms like butter. He stepped forward, forcing me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell backward onto it.

  Darien fell on top of me. My body sank deeper into the bed as I relaxed and gave myself up to what he was doing. My hips started thrusting against him on their own accord, and he responded by pressing his cock against my thigh, while never stopping the light, maddening pressure on my nipples.

  Maybe this was the time to tell him I was a virgin. Too bad that expert mouth of his kept me moaning.

  Finally he slid his hands away and pulled my top down roughly. He pressed both hands to my breasts and pushed them together so that both nipples rose up to meet his mouth, and he lapped his tongue over each of them greedily.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled.

  He bit down on one of my tits and I gasped.

  “Oh God, yes, Darien.” I grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anything I could reach. “Fuck yes, harder!”

  He pulled the top off of me altogether, and slid down my body, licking and biting at my skin as he went. It came so naturally to him. Older men were really something.

  Chapter 17 – Willow

  He knelt on the floor between my knees and started to unsnap my cutoffs.

  “Dar-Darien, I have to tell you—”

  “Hmmm?” He slid the shorts over my thighs and down over my boots. I was only wearing a lace g-string underneath them, and I heard his whispered, “Fuck!”

  He trailed his kisses up my thighs while his hands held me firmly in place. He got closer to my mound and stopped to breathe over it. All I could feel was his hot breath and his firm hands on my thighs, and I wanted to grind my pussy into his face.

  He didn’t move, though. What was he thinking? Did he like it? His silence was killing me.

  Finally, I heard his voice, low and deep and primitive.

  “I want to be the only man to touch you. To kiss you. To see you like this. You won’t ever have anyone make you feel as good as I can.”

  Then he bent his head and kissed it, a hard but tender kiss right in the middle. Then his tongue shot out.

  He was tasting me, and holy fuck did it feel insane.

  “Oh God, right there! Yes!”

  His tongue pushed on my clit, then it laved down to spear into my pussy. I grasped handfuls of his hair and thrust against him. I couldn’t stand it, and my head whipped from side to side.

  “Yeah, baby,” he moaned.

  He put a finger inside me and went back to my clit, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it while he fucked me with his finger.

  My body was ready to snap from the pressure of arching my back.

  He inhaled my scent. “Your pussy tastes as sweet as you. You’re so wet.”

  He opened my pussy further with his fingers in a scissoring motion. God, he was able to see all of me. I guess he liked it, because he buried his face in it again. I yelped and this time I couldn’t help it, I ground hard into his face.

  He didn’t stop sucking and licking me, but he moved his hands from my thighs and I heard his belt unbuckle. Then he was sliding away from me. I opened my eyes and saw him take out his cock. It was thick and red and glistened with pre-cum.

  It was the most arousing thing I’d ever seen, but I wasn’t sure I could take it all in.

  “God, Darien,” I breathed. “You’re so big. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if I can—”

  “You can,” he growled. He quickly stripped out of his slacks and briefs. “I knew you were a virgin. I knew I could claim you for your very first time. I am going to do it right now, Willow. And I need you to take me in.”

  He motioned for me to change angles and lie against the pillows, then he came down gently on top of me. He didn’t immediately start thrusting, though; instead, he kissed me. I tasted myself on his mouth, but I also tasted pure Darien.

  His hands skimmed up and down my breasts again, caressing, then pinching, my nipples. I started to rub myself against him again, building back up that fever pitch, rubbing my juices all over his chest in an effort to get that friction against my pussy again.

  He reached down and grasped his cock, then shifted a little on top of me so he could rub the head in my wetness. “You’re so wet for me, Willow. God, you’re so fucking sweet.”

  He slid his cock down through my folds and into my entrance, where he hesitated. I couldn’t believe how he was teasing me.

  “Please, Darien, please!” I was nearly sobbing. “Please come inside me.”

  I hooked my ankles around his back and thrust, trying to force him in. He did go in a little farther, but not all the way. How the fuck did he have this much control?

  He pushed in a little more, and my eyes opened wide. That… kind of hurt. Well, not hurt, but it was stretching me a lot.

  “I don’t know if this is going to work,” I panted. “You’re so big, and I’ve never─”

  He withdrew completely and met my eyes. “You’ve never had any man inside you at all, have you?”

  “Right,” I said. “I’ve never done this before.”

  He blew out a breath and kissed me. “And you want to do it with me?”

  “God, yes!” I half laughed, half sobbed. “I just don’t know─”

  “I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “You can take me. Just trust me, okay?”

  “Okay,” I said. “Just— I can’t wait anymore!”

  He laughed shakily. “Me neither.”

  He slid his cock back into place.

  “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he said, clenching his jaw. At least his control wasn’t easy for him.

  He thrust in an inch or so, then pulled back out. Then he thrust in a little further. Back and forth, a little further each time, stretching me, filling me slowly, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my heels against his ass and thrust my pelvis up toward him, and as he drove home, I screamed.

  “Willow?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, God, yes,” I moaned. “Please, Darien!”

  I rocked against him, getting used to the feeling of him inside me, and suddenly he yelled, “Fuck!” and started thrusting, pounding, into me. For a moment all I could do was let myself be overcome by the storm, but then he changed his angle, and my clit was getting the friction it needed. I started thrusting back, a little sore, but it didn’t matter, I needed his skin running over my clit.

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�Darien!” I cried. I had made myself come before, but coming with a huge cock inside me was a whole different thing. “Oh, God, Darien, yes, yes, yes…”

  I was babbling, because I was being fucked senseless. My orgasm went on until I felt weak, and Darien kept ramming into me, so I wrapped my legs around his back and held on. Finally he gave a hoarse shout and thrust even harder, until he collapsed on top of me.

  I could feel his sticky sweetness inside me. I knew I had told him to come inside me, but it was in the heat of the moment, and it just felt so good. I couldn’t believe he had listened. But now his cum was drizzling down my legs, and I was unable to ignore the fact that he had marked me as his own, claimed me, just as he had said he wanted to do.

  Neither of us moved until our breathing leveled out, and then I started idly running my fingers through his hair. He felt so good. His hair, his skin, his cock inside me.

  Finally, with what seemed like an enormous effort, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He brushed the hair away from my face. “Are you okay?”

  I laughed. He was different from the other guys. Yeah he had money, but the big bad Darien Thrilling was also a loving father, and a good man. So, yeah, I was okay. I was so much more than okay.

  “Um…yeah.” I giggled again. “I think I’m okay.”

  He rolled halfway to the side, pulling himself out of me. I made a little pout of disappointment, but it turned into a sigh of contentment when he gathered me in his arms and pressed my head to his chest. Our legs intertwined, and we dozed, wrapped up in each other.

  “Willow…”

  “Mmmm?”

  His thigh was thrust between mine, and in my half asleep state, I started to rock back and forth on it. “Mmmmm…” I could feel that I was sore, inside my pussy and in the muscles around it, but I also had Darien’s thigh pushed up against my clit and I wanted to ride it.

  I didn’t even open my eyes, just rubbed up and down on his thigh until I came, not the screaming, shattering orgasm of earlier, but a body-soul orgasm that bound me to Darien completely.

  “Fuck, woman,” Darien murmured. “Come here.”

  He shifted our legs until I was straddling his hips, with his now-erect cock pointing up at me. “You control it,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. You do it.”