ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Charlotte Sloan

  When, finally Nick moved it was to bend down to my neck to the exposed skin he found there. His touch was gentle, like I imagined it would be. His lips brushing over my skin, sending shivers radiating through my body. His hand came to rest on my hip and his fingers pressed into my flesh.

  “I’ve waited a long time to taste your skin.” He whispered against my collarbone.

  I leaned into his touch, a pulse of pleasure converging between my thighs. I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to keep going until he had learned every inch of me.

  From behind me I could feel Nash, his solid chest against my back. He swept aside my hair and began lowering the zipper of my dress. There was no prelude to his actions as he tugged my dress down my arms and let it fall to the floor. His hands were rough on me, not gentle like the caress of Nick. His fingers worked their way down my spine, meeting Nick’s fingers on my hip, covering Nick’s hand with his own.

  As his mouth found its way further down my body, Nick’s hands rose up to meet it. He cupped my breasts in his hands. I thrust my chest into him, desperate for his touch. Through my bra, Nick grasped the point of my nipple between his fingers. He pulled it and I shuddered with desire. In an instant his mouth was on the sensitive peaks, lapping at them through silk. I tipped my head back, resting on Nash’s chest and I let my eyes close.

  Nick let one hand trail slowly down my stomach until he was between my legs. When the pad of his thumb pressed against my clit, I jolted in surprise, heat radiating out from where he touched me and coursing throughout my whole body. My hands reached out and found his shoulders, my fingers digging into him, my hips bucking into his touch.

  From behind me came Nash’s low voice, “Easy.” He said as his fingers skimmed up my back and flicked open the clasp of my bra, letting it fall. He then took my hands from Nick and raised them above my head, holding them both in one of his. I watched Nick’s eyes gaze hungrily over the newly bared skin. He leaned forward and gently nipped one hardened nipple. I gasped at the feel of him against me, the feeling of Nash’s fingers digging into the flesh of my hip, Nick’s thumb once again pressing slow, relentless circles over my aching nub.

  Nash used his fingers to trace his way up from my hip to my ribcage until he was grabbing at the breast Nick was sampling, thrusting it higher to Nick’s greedy mouth. Nick increased the pace of his thumb and I shamelessly rocked into him, Nash’s straining bulge following me, and I was unable to stop myself from worming against it. Sweat broke along my temples, my body overcome. A current of electricity tunneled through me and I let go a helpless whimper, twitching against Nash’s grip above.

  Nash released my hands, his fingers trailing down the sensitive skin on the back of my arms. My hands went to Nick’s hair, tangling, pulling, as Nash continued exploring down my body all the way down to the scrap of silk, the only trace of clothing remaining. Hooking his fingers into the band, he pulled them down my legs, stepping back after he was done. The men shared another meaningful look, but this time I was too dazed to try and figure out what it meant.

  Nick’s eyes flicked back down to mine as he walked us backwards until my legs met his desk. Nick lifted me until I was perched on the edge of the desk. I studied his eyes, reading the question I found there. I trusted him completely and I nodded my consent to keep going. Nick reached out and touched my cheek, holding it in his cupped hand. His eyes were full of desire and tenderness.

  In his eyes I saw reflected all the years of holding back, all the slips and all the excuses to spend more time together. It felt like I had been waiting forever for this moment, and looking in Nick’s eyes I could sense his anticipation too. He reached down and unceremoniously undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. I watched in anticipation until he pulled out his throbbing cock and held it. He watched me while he ran the tip of his hard length along my slit, teasing me with much more control than I would have been able to exert. The pressure of his cock pressing against my entrance was overwhelming.

  “Please, Nick.” I pleaded.

  He grinned at me, then in one fluid motion, Nick pushed into me, plunging himself in my slick folds. I gasped at the suddenness, at the fullness. I leaned back and put my hands on the desk to brace myself as he began pumping into me. I could feel my sex clench against Nick’s thick erection. Nick gripped onto my hips, pulling me against him, burying himself in me.

  Beside us Nash stood watching. I could see his arousal, straining against denim, and I would have loved to release it. I wanted to reach for him, but stopped myself. His eyes were a stormy mix of desire and hate, and they never left mine. As Nick’s movements increased and my aching sex began pulsing in response, I slipped my hand onto Nash’s. His eyes shot up to mine, but he didn’t draw it away.

  Passion making me bold, I trailed my fingers away from his hand and to the button of his jeans. I waited for his protest, for him to shackle my wrist, but it never came. Just the steady stare of him on me. I nimbly unbuttoned and unsheathed his erection. He was big in my hand, I wrapped my hand around the base. I copied the rhythm of Nick’s thrusts into me, long rough strokes. The only crack in his stoic expression was a tick in his jaw, but I continued, undeterred.

  My muscles contracted and I felt myself being pulled inward towards release. Nash reached out, almost tentatively, and hovered his hand above my mound. Nick was watching him, and positioned himself so that Nash could slip his finger onto my clit. His motion was precise, firm. I bucked up into his hand, into Nick. No longer able to hold out any more I cried as I found my release. Nick continued to move inside of me, riding my ecstasy until he too tensed and came into me.

  Our breathing was coming in hard jags and I looked back up to Nash, my hand still stroking him. Nick turned to Nash, too and reached out under his rigid cock and grabbed his balls, stroking them. Nash hissed out a breath, letting his eyes close. His pleasure at both our hands was making me hot all over again.

  Nash reached his hand out to me, going to my neck and climbing up to tangle in my hair. As his fingers touched the first strand of hair, Nash hesitated, then stopped, opening his eyes. Gone was the desire of moments ago, instead he was once again stoic, distant. He grasped my wrist in his hand, removing it from his cock.

  Nick read his eyes and he too dropped his hand. My heart beat hard in my chest, waiting for him to do something. Instead his gaze went cold. Nash wasn’t enjoying this. Not any more, anyways, and I had no idea what I had done wrong or how to fix it. I was naked and trapped in front of him. Panic started to rise.

  “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” I said, struggling against Nash’s grasp over my hand. He held Nick’s stare for a moment, a bitterness to their looks that wasn’t there before, then he let his hand drop from mine.

  I stepped away from the men and their veiled hostility and collected my clothes from where they were discarded on the floor. Turning from them, I quickly got dressed. When I turned back Nick was gone. My disappointment was palpable. I had no idea what I was doing, and I overstepped an imaginary boundary I hadn’t even known existed. I had blown my chance of being with Nick. Nash was sitting on the edge of Nick’s desk. He had been watching me, his face a gamut of emotions - lust, hatred, fear.

  I moved in to grab my purse from the chair in front of him, just wanting to go home. As I reached for it, Nash stood and I was drawn up to his face. Dark eyes bore into mine and I felt helpless to move away. I felt like I was prey, trapped. I could see the pulse beating at his neck, the intensity was intimidating. I stayed fixed in that spot, too confused by what I felt to move. Nash had done nothing all night but glare at me, so why did I feel drawn to him?

  I had enough alpha male bullshit for one night and I didn’t feel up to the challenge to find out. Tonight had been long and confusing enough. Breaking our eye contact I turned and hurried to the door. Part of me was happy to be leaving a situation that was way out of my league, the other part regretting not knowing where things could have gone.

  *****

 
I woke up the next day to images of the night before. Of the strong hands on my body, the look of desire in Nick’s eyes, the look of carnal lust in Nash’s. The ache that I thought would start to fade only intensified and I lingered in bed for as long as I could, savoring the memories.

  Any reservations I had felt when I was with those two strong men was gone. Save for the look of pure hatred in Nash’s eyes when Nick was fucking me. Everything else I would gladly do. And more.

  Feeling both of their hands on my body, eager to please me, please each other, was a huge turn on. A bizarre and exciting turn of events of the evening indeed. Finally, I rolled out of bed and dressed for a run. I figured the only way I was going to relieve any of the tension my body was feeling was to sweat it out.

  An hour later I was back home, showered and dressed. Still restless, I grabbed Chris’ keys and headed across town to drop off his car and pick my own up from outside his house. I called him to check in on Bree, but there was still no baby for me to meet yet. Heading home, I stopped at every store I could think of, checking everything off my to-do list.

  When I arrived back at home I had only managed to kill half the day. With nothing else to do I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, planning on spending the rest of the day distracting myself with bad TV. While I waited I heard a knock at the door. I made my way across the house and opened the door, surprised to see Nick standing on my doorstep, Nash behind him.

  “Hey, Ri. Mind if we come in?”

  I stepped aside and let them pass, trying to repress the torrent of desire that tore through me as I remembered what had passed between us only a few hours ago. I led them to the living room and Nick took at seat.

  “We wanted to stop in and make sure everything was okay with us.” Nick said.

  “I didn’t think you would want to see me again after the way you bolted last night.” I stood across from him, watching the dejected expression on his face.

  “He left because he was pissed at me, not you.” Nash said from beside me. I turned to him, surprised. He had just said more words in one sentence than I heard him say all last night. “He wanted things between the three of us to happen but I wasn’t ready to. He was mad that he forced things and pulled you into that situation when it clearly wasn’t a good idea.”

  “Why wasn’t it a good idea?”

  “That’s a good question. I have yet to figure out the answer. We’ve let women in before, Nash.”

  Nash’s cool exterior suddenly looked less so with both our eyes on him expectantly. He squared his steely eyes on Nick.

  “We have. But it’s the first time we’ve let a woman in that either of us had cared about.” Nash turned to face me. “Nick likes you, and whatever is going on between the two of you means something to him. Any other time we let a woman be included it was someone with no attachments. No hurt feelings to worry about.”

  “So what’s so different this time? Why would you care about hurting my feelings? You could have just left last night as it was and never saw me again.”

  “Nick wants you. And I want to make Nick happy. I’m just not sure I can do both.”

  “Why?”

  Nash sighed. Diverting his eyes from mine. “I’m not used to asking permission. The beauty of my relationship with Nick is that I never have to ask. We take what we need from each other, no questions. I don’t like complicated.”

  “You don’t have to treat me any differently. You don’t have to ask.” I said, feeling that pull from him again. My body already recognized it, was already drawn to it.

  Nash’s eyes roamed my body, as invasive as if it were his hands. That tension he seemed to carry with him was upon me again and it dragged me towards him. I wanted to touch him, explore him, but I wouldn’t. Not after last night. I would wait for him come to me.

  At last he moved towards me and pulled me to him roughly. His mouth came down on mine, hard. Pent up anger, resentment, passion unfurling onto me. He gave it all to me, like a man seeking confession, and I took it from him. His passion was so foreign, so dangerous. So sexy. I could feel the throbbing ache between my thighs, the wet heat pooling there, and I longed for him to drag me beneath his hard body and press himself against me.

  His fingers ripped and tore at my clothes, mine at his. The aching between my thighs continued to build and I knew there was only one thing that could ease it. With persuasive hands, Nash removed the rest of my clothing and grabbed at my ass, grunting his approval as I molded myself into him. My hands wound their way down our bodies until I could grasp his erection, long and hard between us. Nash sucked in a breath as I began to pump him, angling him so the head of his erection brushed against my mound.

  Nash seized my arms, tearing his mouth from him. I darted my eyes up to his only to have him twist me around to face Nick who was still sitting, watching. The heat in his eyes was heady and the swollen flesh fisted in his hand was begging for my touch. Nash walked us over to Nick’s chair, his cock pressing into me, and guided me to bend at the waist. With no further invitation I placed my hands on the armrests and leaned forward. My lips enveloped Nick’s hard length, struggling to take all of his hot flesh into my mouth.

  Nash positioned himself behind me, pressing his head into my core, rubbing into my wetness before sliding into me. I moaned around Nick at the feeling of being filled. With his hands at my hips, Nash pushed into me with fierce, hot strokes. His pace was fast and rough, a primal craving unleashed. I struggled to push back to meet his thrusts under the force of him. Nick twined his fingers into my hair and pumped his hips into me, I was hungry to accept.

  I glanced up at Nick and watched as he let go, body taut, eyes closed. We fucked like that until Nick’s expression contorted in surrender, until Nash’s throaty growl echoed behind me, until my body quaked with pleasure. My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as I collapsed onto my knees, head resting on Nick’s lap, Nash collapsing behind me. No one moved until the rasp of our breathing subsided.

  Nick stroked my hair and chuckled. “What did I tell you, Nash? She’s a keeper.”

  I could feel the bass of Nash’s laugh on my shoulder where he was resting his head.

  “Did you just laugh?” I asked, smiling.

  “Don’t be alarmed, it happens every now and then.” Nick said.

  Nash disentangled our bodies and came to sit with his back against the couch. He studied me once more, this time with a slightly amused expression.

  “Yeah. We can keep her.”

  “Wait a minute. You can’t decide that like I’m a puppy that followed you home.”

  Nick slid out of his chair and joined Nash and I on the floor, pulling me against him and pressing a kiss to my temple. “You were always following me around when we were kids. It’s kind of the same thing.”

  I smiled up at Nick and swatted his chest.

  “Fine, you can keep me, but not just because you two said so. Because I want you to.”

  “Is she always this stubborn?” Nash asked.

  “Oh yeah. Better get used to it.”

  The men shared a smile and whatever ill feelings they came here with were gone, washed away in a haze of euphoria. I pulled them both close, letting their hard bodies envelop me. For someone who thought a man was too much hassle, what was I going to do with these two?

  I couldn’t wait to find out.

  THE END

  Naked Affair

  Chapter 1

  Most girls dreamed of finding Mr. Right. Most girls dreamed of finding the guy of their dreams, a guy who would make them feel loved and cared for. Evelyn, however, was not like other girls.

  She wanted to be loved, of course. Who wouldn’t? She was a helpless romantic too, but she wasn’t on the hunt for Mr. Right. She had tried looking for him when she was younger, but it hadn’t worked out. In the end, Evelyn decided that all the heartbreak and disappointment associated with a one on one relationship was not worth the trouble.

  For a long time, she didn’t date anyone at all. She
became solitary and depressed during her final year of high school. She didn’t have many friends and often kept to herself. When prom rolled around she had seriously considered not going until her best friend Monica forced her to go.

  Monica was lucky. She had a boyfriend and thus a date to the prom. She got to be like all the other girls who wore pretty dresses and took pictures with their dates. Evelyn did not have this luxury (not that she wanted it). In the end, however, Monica forced Evelyn to wear one of her dresses and go to prom.

  Prom itself was pretty boring but what happened after prom was a pretty magical experience. Monica’s boyfriend, at the time, was really into the idea of threesomes. He also found Evelyn incredibly attractive and by the end of the night he had convinced Monica to let Evelyn have some fun with them.

  It had been an amazing experience for Evelyn. She had enjoyed every minute of it. She had became more intimate with Monica in the process and she had never felt so loved in her whole life. From that moment onward Evelyn fell in love with threesomes and gave up completely on the idea of normal relationships.