Lola & the Millionaires: Part Two

by Kathryn Moon

  Lola & the Millionaires

  Part Two

  Kathryn Moon

  Copyright © 2020 by Kathryn Moon

  Lola & the Millionaires, Part One

  First publication: June 11th, 2020

  Cover art by KellieArts

  Font art by Lana Kole

  Editing by Meghan Leigh Daigle

  Formatting by Kathryn Moon

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  To the girls who cry,

  You’re emotional, you’re reactive, you’re strong, you’re passionate, you’re angry, and you’re still feeling every drop of it.

  You’re powerful, and fuck anyone who tells you otherwise.

  Contents

  1. Caleb

  2. Lola

  3. Wes

  4. Lola

  5. Lola

  6. Lola

  7. Lola

  8. Caleb

  9. Lola

  10. Lola

  11. Lola

  12. Rake

  13. Lola

  14. Lola

  15. Matthieu

  16. Lola

  17. Wes

  18. Lola

  19. Lola

  20. Lola

  21. Lola

  22. Leo

  23. Lola

  24. Rake

  25. Lola

  26. Lola

  27. Lola

  28. Lola

  29. Cyrus

  30. Lola

  Epilogue

  Also by Kathryn Moon

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  One

  Caleb

  Lola was sound asleep in the center of my bed, her face tucked against my hip as I leaned against my headboard and watched Leo dress. His eyes trailed constantly back to the bed, fingers digging paths through his dark hair until he remembered to smooth it down again. Rake was spooned against Lola’s back, one arm curled tight around her middle and his own snores puffing softly into her hair.

  “She’s safe, Leo,” I whispered, drawing his pacing steps to a pause. “I promise not to let her out of my sight until you’re back.”

  “I know,” Leo sighed, his smile half-hearted as he shook his head. “I just…worry where this is going to put her.”

  With us, I thought, a purely selfish pleasure threading through my heart knowing that Lola had agreed to stay with us for the foreseeable future.

  “I think her being here is encouraging,” I said, in a more diplomatic version of my thoughts.

  We’d barely made it back to the house with a couple hours to sleep at best, but those hours had been spent with the entire pack pressed together in one bed. All of us but Wes, who’d stayed at Lola’s apartment to finish with the police before running directly to his office downtown.

  Cyrus and Matthieu had left for the magazine an hour ago, their expressions a little haggard from the trying night. Matthieu was scowling like he would’ve rather let Wendy burn Designate to the ground than leave Lola to manage the situation.

  “I do too, I just…” Leo released a slow breath and then crossed to me, kneeling on the bed and leaning in for a soft kiss. His head rested against mine, and I soothed my fingers over the soft scratch of his stubble. “Work some of your magic with her today,” Leo said, smiling.

  I laughed at that. “My magic?”

  “Mmm. You know. Where you make someone feel like the world’s stopped so they can catch their breath while you wait with them.”

  I blushed at the description. “I think you’re giving me too much credit, darling.”

  “I’m really not. And keep Rake from overwhelming her. I know he’s itching to start shopping again after the whole…” He grimaced, and I mirrored the expression.

  I hadn’t gotten a long look at the devastation of Lola’s wardrobe, only enough to know that the slashing of her clothes was more than a taunt. There was a violence to the tears and cuts that gave me chills and made me itch to draw Lola into my arms. It’d taken all my restraint as it was to let Rake and Leo take precedence at her side through the night—Matthieu had his own claim and no one bothered trying to challenge our head alpha. Every little whimper as she slept made me twitch with the desire to push my own bondmates aside and wrap her up in my embrace.

  “Mmph, heard that,” Rake mumbled, stirring and nuzzling into Lola’s shoulder. She hummed, but didn’t budge.

  I winked at Leo, which wasn’t quite a promise. But I was shit at reeling Rake in when he went on a tangent, and I already knew he would be careful with Lola. Our bond was thrumming with worry and affection.

  “Love you,” Leo murmured, kissing me again, his hand reaching for Lola and then retreating to keep from waking her. “I’ll cut today short if I can.”

  “Try not to worry. She’ll need to sleep most of the day anyway.” My challenge would be trying to sort out how to feed us all when I didn’t want to leave her side.

  Leo took a deep breath and nodded, forcing himself to leave the bed and then the room. Rake was peeking up at me from Lola’s hair after he was gone. I slid down into the pillows, painfully delighted when Lola unconsciously slid closer, coiling into my side, rooting for my scent. She sighed against my throat, and Rake’s arm stretched across our waists to find my hand and tangle it with his over my chest.

  “Am I terrible for being glad she has to stay with us?” Rake whispered.

  “I certainly hope not,” I said. Mostly because I felt the same.

  Lola was staring into her coffee cup at the kitchen counter as I stood sideways at the stove, trying to watch her and not burn our grilled cheese sandwiches at the same time.

  “How’s the headache?”

  “Mm, better,” Lola said, nodding and rolling her head on her shoulders. Rake bustled around the island, a bowl of cut strawberries in his hand. He set it on the counter and then raised his hands to her shoulders slowly. Her eyes flinched before sliding shut, and she leaned back into his hands.

  I wanted to know exactly how she was feeling. Was she accepting our attentions because she worried about offending us—a pattern I’d caught from her in the past—or were we offering her genuine relief?

  I’d been spoiled by years of a bond giving me insight into my closest loved ones' emotions, and now it was a constant irritation to be left wondering. If I could just take a little nibble…

  You’ve lost your bloody mind, I told myself.

  And then Lola sighed happily, the faint tension in her forehead melting, and my own shoulders drooped with relief.

  “Do you think we can eat in the green nest?” Lola asked. “I just kind of want to nap in the sunlight like a cat. Pretend I’m back in Malta a little bit.”

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Lollipop, w
e can go to Malta right now,” Rake said.

  Lola laughed, and I gave him a slight shake of the head. Matthieu would kill him. Leo might too for that matter. He smirked at me, and his head nodded to where Lola was smiling and popping strawberries between her pink lips.

  I pushed the grilled cheeses onto plates, and Rake grabbed the bowls of baked potato soup that Leo had ordered and had delivered to the house for our lunch. Somewhere along the line, it’d been passed around the pack that the one form of gifting Lola didn’t shy from was food, and I had a feeling our pantry was about to be deeply overstocked.

  The weather had brightened slightly for the day, enough that I could slide back some of the screened windows on Rake’s plant-filled nest room so we could enjoy the sunshine falling through branches and a perfect springtime breeze. Lola used her sandwich like a spoon in the bowl of soup, eyes already drooping with a second round of exhaustion. There was a wide daybed in the room that three of us could share. I wasn’t tired now, but I’d lie as still as a board if that was what Lola wanted.

  “How was your appointment this weekend?” Lola asked me.

  My brow furrowed. “Appointment?”

  Rake cleared his throat, eyebrows bouncing significantly. “You know. Your appointment with a client that meant you had to cancel going on the trip.”

  Oh, well done, Caleb. “Ohhh.”

  Lola glanced between us, a real smile finally stretching over her lips. “There wasn’t one, was there? Caleb, you didn’t have to give up the trip!”

  I huffed and shook my head. “I wanted to. It was my idea.” And if I hadn’t, would Lola have been in her apartment when Indy broke in?

  “Leo says we’ll go back again, so you better not skip the next one for my sake,” Lola said.

  My heart flipped, and Rake beamed at me. That was a beautiful picture of the future, and the fact that she’d put herself right into the mix of it made me want to kiss her. I almost wanted to text it all to Leo. This wasn’t moving backwards. She’d been rightfully terrified the night before, but she’d come to us, and that was what mattered.

  “The pack hasn’t had a proper vacation together in ages, and I’ve never been to Malta. We’ll have to plan it soon. I bet I can poke a few designers and one of them will take the bait to have a shoot there,” Rake mused.

  “It’s not a vacation if you’re working,” Lola said, nudging her knee to his.

  “It is if the pay covers our drinks,” Rake said grinning. His eyes slid to mine, and his grin turned sly. “Speaking of work, I’ve got some emails to send out and a few calls to make. I’ll come find you again when I’m done.”

  Bollocks. He did not. Sneak.

  “Kay,” Lola said, lifting her chin as he kissed her lips and then rose from his seat, gathering up our dishes. She turned to me as Rake left the room. “You don’t have to stay with me if you have work you want to tackle too.”

  I hesitated, wondering if she’d prefer to be left alone, but I’d meant what I said to Leo this morning. “There’s honestly nowhere I’d rather be.”

  Lola’s cheeks pinked. Her hair was rumpled, bundled up on her head, and I wanted to untangle it from the knot and comb my fingers through it.

  “Even if I just end up drooling on your chest?” she asked. “Matthieu can warn you, it’ll happen.”

  I laughed. Matthieu wouldn’t have complained if Lola drew naughty doodles on his bedroom walls in Sharpie. He was so smitten with the woman, he’d probably have it framed.

  “I excel at being a pillow, love, don’t worry about me.” I would probably get more pleasure out of her nap than she would. I stood and offered her my hand, leading her into the little nestle of ferns that surrounded the daybed on the far side of the narrow room.

  Lola followed me down onto the mattress on her knees, picturesque and perfectly unaware of it. She was wearing Leo’s sweater over a pair of sleep shorts, the hem of the shorts nearly vanishing under the heavy knit. It made her a perfectly delicious combination of their scents, one I wanted to lick off her skin as if she were my dessert.

  Be a gentleman, I reminded myself as she made herself comfortable against me, head on my chest and one of her legs draped over mine. I framed one of my arms down her back and rested my other hand on the swell of her hip. Her breasts brushed against my chest as she sighed, and her hand slid up my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

  “Someone should bottle this,” she murmured, scooting in closer, sliding up my side so the pert tip of her nose rested against my throat.

  I tried to stifle the purr in my chest, but it refused to be silent, thrumming for the woman in my arms. I’d never been with a woman before, although I’d been attracted to a few over the years. Never seriously, but enough to understand the appeal of feminine curves. It seemed crude to compare Lola to Rake or Leo, but I did wonder…how would things be different with her? What would it feel like to be inside of her? Watching her with Leo and Rake during the heat, she’d seemed to flourish with every touch, like she was a flower desperate for the sun’s rays.

  My hands were travelling absently over Lola’s side and back as I thought, trying to keep my interest under wraps. I hadn’t realized the way I was pawing at her until Lola’s hand clutched at my shirt as my hand slipped up beneath Leo’s sweater, her skin hot to the touch against my fingers. Her gasp was damp against my throat, and for a moment my purr became an almost roar of pleasure. I swallowed it quickly, hand pulling away.

  “Sorry, I—I didn’t mean to—” Maybe this was a harder test to pass than I’d expected. I couldn’t soothe the girl by groping at her.

  “No, it was just… It was nice,” Lola said, voice breathy. “Felt good.”

  I remained frozen until Lola’s hips shifted against mine, as if she were trying to relieve the craving for friction, something I could relate to in the moment. My hand was drawn back to her skin like a magnet, her sigh sweet and audible as I stroked down her bare thigh, skin delicate and soft under my fingers. I listened to every wistful note as I made gentle passes up and down, barely slipping under the hem of her shorts and then sliding up over the fabric to her back.

  She moaned, almost whispered the sound, and her head turned to hide her face as I traced patterns on her smooth back beneath the sweater.

  “Good?” I asked, feeling my way up her spine.

  “Mhm. Don’t stop.”

  It was almost innocent. It would have been innocent, if it weren’t for the fact that I was starting to ache, my cock growing restless. Lola’s breath was shaky, and her tongue lightly grazed my skin as she licked her lips. Her swallow was loud in my ear with how determined I was to hear every note of her.

  “Come here,” I said, not thinking.

  She was already close but I wanted her closer, and I tugged her up to lie over me completely. My purr was thick and loud as she draped herself over my chest, her legs sliding open to rest on either side of mine. I rucked the sweater up to expose her back to the light as it filtered through large palm fronds. My touch grew more determined, working into her muscles until she whimpered and groaned, and then growing light and teasing again until she wiggled with minute motions over my hips.

  “Caleb, I…”

  I waited for the words, hands stroking up from her hips to her shoulders, gripping there to hold her fixed to me. She never finished the thought, or not with speech. Instead her head turned, mouth on the skin of my neck, tongue licking at me with little kitten flicks.

  This wasn’t innocent at all now; it was erotic and dangerous. Whose territory was I encroaching on being with Lola like this? Leo and Rake would likely be thrilled, but how would Matthieu feel to have another alpha with his girlfriend?

  As if it might undo any danger I’d landed myself into, I resisted the urge to push either of us further. But I couldn’t make myself stop, hands travelling constantly over Lola’s warm skin, my purr heavy and dense between us. Lola buried her sounds against my throat, and I watched as her back tensed and relaxed, her own body strugglin
g at a precipice.

  “Caleb, I’m going to—” she gasped, her body stiffening, and my purr strengthened to a satisfied growl. Lola’s head lifted and I was ready, pulling her mouth to mine, with a hand on the back of her head as she shuddered on top of me. The kiss was comparatively gentle to the illicitness of what was happening between us, soft sips of our lips together, her taste sugary on my tongue.

  Lola eased, melting in my arms, limp and panting as I rolled us onto my side, holding the kiss long after she’d gone still. Her eyes blinked slowly at me as I leaned away, her cheeks and throat flushed, the sweater halfway up her waist. I could smell her release on the air, a tarter version of the taste of her mouth, and it took everything in me not to slide down the daybed, peel away her little shorts, and feast on her sex.

  Her lips parted, and I rushed to speak before she could. If she invited me to go any further with her than I already had stumbled into, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist the offer.

  “Rest,” I said instead, kissing her lips, her chin, her forehead. “Try to get a little more sleep before the others get home.”

  Lola sighed, her blush deepening, and her eyes fell shut as I guided her head back down to my shoulder.

  Two

  Lola

  My phone blared and I groaned, burrowing into the chest I was draped over before the soft purr that answered reminded me where I was, whom I was with, and what I’d done before falling asleep. I sat up like a shot and stared down at the rumpled picture of Caleb beneath me, golden hair out at odd angles, the fresh drool spot I’d left on his chest taunting me. His eyes blinked slowly up at me, and the soft smile he wore soothed away my panic.