In Bed with the Devil: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Tia Siren

  He was in amazing shape. His muscles were plentiful, and they were toned. It was the best shape I’d ever seen him in. He approached me.

  Details had also faded away over time, but they came back to me quickly as soon as my hands felt his nude form. Every curvature, every bulge, every scar, every sexy inch of him. I had grown so wet already, and I hadn’t even guided his massive, throbbing cock into one of my hungry holes.

  “I missed you,” said Darren.

  I had wanted him to rip off the rest of what I was wearing. I wanted to feel his fingers rub into me and penetrate me as he removed my underwear, and I wanted to feel him grow harder once he fondled my naked breasts as he slid my bra off. But, my impatience won, crumbling my walls like a cannonball after hearing those words.

  I got on my knees, looking at him with eyes I hadn’t used in a long time.

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I stammered.

  I threw off my bra, fondling my own breasts and pinching my nipples. This caused him to grab onto his dick and begin to stroke.

  I moaned. “Bring me that dick. I’ve needed it.”

  He did as I asked, prompting me to slide off my panties and spread my legs for him. I wasn’t sure how we were going to position ourselves, but I didn’t care. I needed him inside of me.

  “How do you want it?” he asked me.

  “Any way you want to give it to me.”

  He grabbed onto my legs, scooting forward, making me think that he was going to plow into me and we were going to rough our way through an intense session of radical fucking.

  Instead, he leaned in between my legs, the tip of his dick hovering near me. He moved his hands to my head, keeping a firm hold on both sides of my face, and leaned in to kiss me.

  This wasn’t like the kissing we’d had before. This kissing was much slower. Sometimes, we held our lips together for so long I suspected we might not ever drift apart. This suspicion was given more validity once I could feel his fat tip grazing against my wet pussy.

  After several minutes of slow kissing and him humping me with patient vibrations, I grabbed onto a chunk of his hair and roared like an animal.

  “Just fucking put it inside me, Darren!”

  He chuckled with delight, obliging me almost immediately.

  I forgot to breathe upon feeling him plunge into me.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he said growling.

  “It’s all for you, babe.”

  Our speed remained easy, but his thrusts into me were always deep and managed to expand me further and further. It didn’t take long before I could feel the movement starting to make me cum, and he hadn’t even emptied his load a droplet.

  I gripped onto his wrist as I felt myself begin to tighten around his shaft.

  “Wow.” He laughed triumphantly. “Already?”

  “Yes,” I said in satisfaction. “I hope you don’t plan on stopping.”

  “I don’t.”

  He was true to his word, and he entered me more times than I counted. Our positions varied, but our desire was constant. We were traveling in uncharted areas, and it was endlessly exciting. It had nothing to do with the journey itself, but about whom I was going on that journey with. Darren was, as he always had been, an exceptional lover who’d never been topped by anyone that had followed him.

  After all of the sex, when we were both lying down like contorted acrobats on the bed, we had a large stretch of quiet time. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing with the silence, but I’d been contemplating and analyzing the situation like a machine.

  I looked over at him, admiring his well-defined back in the moonlight.

  “Are you awake?” I whispered.

  “Mhm,” he mumbled.

  He slowly turned over to face me, grinning as his eyes opened wider.

  “Listen,” I said to him. “I feel like we have too much history between us for this to go any further. You know?”

  “I ain’t going to propose or anything.” He chuckled.

  “I mean maybe this should just be a one-time thing, you know?” I asked. “I don’t want to hurt you again, and I definitely don’t want to be hurt again.”

  He leaned up on his elbow, smirking. “So, no more phenomenal sex?”

  I laughed, biting my lip. “Yeah, do you agree?”

  “Do I agree that we shouldn’t have sex again?” he said. “Hell no. I’m sorry, superstar. As long as you’re here in Rome, I’m going to try and be around you. And now that we both know sex is on each other’s minds, it’s always going to be there.”

  He pulled me into him, wrapping me in his arms. I melted into them, feeling secure and full.

  “I say let’s not make a big deal about it,” said Darren. “Let’s go with the flow. Be honest with each other, and decide how we feel whenever something comes up. Until then, let’s enjoy each other.”

  I couldn’t tell whether his notion was captivating, or if I was just tired. Whatever the case was, I found myself falling asleep with him smiling wider than I had in a long time. I didn’t know what the next day was going to bring for Darren and me, and I was the most anxious I’d been in years because of it.

  Chapter 13

  Darren

  I woke up that next morning expecting to see either a stunning woman or a happy dog. I sat up quickly once I saw that neither was there to greet me.

  What I did wake up to was something that I hadn’t in quite some time: Music.

  More specifically, I heard the keyboard in my living room being played. It was a melody that I’d never heard before, but I was quickly transported to another place and time as the piece on the keyboard continued.

  I threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts, and I went into the living room to face the music.

  If I hadn’t been afraid of being called a creep, I would have taken Bailey’s picture at that moment. She was wearing one of my T-shirts with no underwear on. The shirt was long enough that it went down to her knees, which were folded together. Her hair was curly and looked as though she’d worked on it that morning. Whether she had or not was irrelevant. What was important was the music being made on my instrument that I’d become uninterested in using after Bailey left me.

  I loved listening to her play. Hearing her unique style reminded me of her skills I’d seen years before. She and I used to make beautiful music together, but she never needed me. Her flame carried an undying heat that would go on for her entire life.

  I stood behind her, listening to her and enjoying her original pieces. She never turned around or wondered if I was behind her. This allowed her to play unfiltered, which was a rare treat that I loved.

  However, eventually, I was ratted out by Bo, who came trotting in to sit down beside Bailey but stared at me. This prompted her to finally turn around to see what Bo was looking at, startled to see me standing there.

  “Sorry.” I chuckled.

  “No worries,” she replied. “How long were you standing there for?”

  I shrugged. “A while. You sound spectacular.”

  “I have better stuff than that,” she said anxiously. “You should hear what I composed while I was vacationing in Greece!”

  I knew that was her second-guessing her own abilities again. She used to downplay her skills often whenever we’d play original material we’d just made up. I never knew if that was her being a perfectionist or being nervous about what I’d think of it.

  “I see you’ve made a friend,” I said eyeing Bo.

  “Yeah, he’s been hanging with me ever since I woke up,” she said. She looked down at Bo, petting him behind his ears.

  “You going to keep playing?” I asked.

  “How about you play with me?”

  “I’d rather not.”

  “That’s really a shame,” she said. “All I kept thinking about was us playing together after you woke up.”

  “I’m pretty rusty,” I admitted.

  “I am too,” she said.

  “Bailey, you’ve been playing all morni
ng, and you probably only missed, what, a few days of practice? You haven’t played in a few days? I haven’t played in a few years.”

  “Please?” she said making a pouty face.

  “No,” I said shaking my head.

  “Come on. Don’t be like this,” she said. “Or, you just play.”

  I snorted. “That’s worse. I’d rather hear you!”

  “You heard me,” she retorted. “You’ve been hearing so much you’re probably sick of hearing my voice.”

  I shook my head again. “Impossible.”

  “Well, either way,” she continued, “I’m bored with listening to myself. Please play with me.”

  “Bailey, no,” I repeated. “I can’t afford to embarrass myself like that.”

  “It’s me. You don’t have to be afraid of anything.”

  “I think that the best thing for us to do right now is have a nice breakfast, and then I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

  She spun around in her chair, considering my words, pondering where all she wanted to go. Truthfully, I’d have been okay with taking us to the edge of the world.

  “I guess I should finish up things at my father’s house,” said Bailey. “I have some other things I need to put in boxes. I’m mailing a lot of stuff to my place in Memphis. That’ll probably take me all day.”

  I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal while she stayed seated by the keyboard, randomly hitting keys.

  “So, what’re you going to do today?” she asked me.

  “I have no earthly idea. Got any ideas?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “What other cereals do you have?”

  After breakfast, I drove Bailey back to Wayne’s house. I parked on the street alongside the driveway, expecting that she would depart, and I’d be on my way.

  She took her time, slowly unbuckling her seatbelt and looking down at her phone at a blank screen.

  “Do you—do you think maybe you could help me pack some of this stuff up?” she asked. “You don’t have to do anything complicated, just like moving heavy boxes or reaching things that I can’t.”

  “Sure, I’d love to hang out with you,” I replied.

  She was pleased. We got out of the car and proceeded to go into the house where we spent the majority of our Saturday.

  We packed at a leisurely pace, recounting more stories from years’ past. Our day was filled with “Remember when” and “Remember that time.” Each room we were in contained numerous memories, most of them good and happy. I was glad that most of the Wright family’s things would be living on through Bailey after this home’s doors closed to them for the final time.

  “It’s weird,” I said at one point. “This place is only memories now.”

  “All the more reason I’ll be glad to get back to Memphis,” she said.

  “It’s also weird, because well, you know,” I said. “I spent every other day here for ages growing up. I never thought I was going to be back here again. It was always peculiar—your dad would invite me over a whole bunch after you moved, but it wasn’t the same.”

  I trailed off. She gave an empathetic smile.

  “Now, here we are,” I continued. “We’ve been talking all day, chilling all day like no time passed, and I’m back to thinking about where we left things before you moved away.”

  “Darren,” she said.

  “I told you, I’m not asking you for anything,” I assured her. “I just thought you should know how I feel. You do with it what you will.”

  She finished taping a box and got to her feet. There was a lot on her mind.

  “Every time we have a moment like the old days, it feels bittersweet,” said Bailey. “Today has been so much fun. And, you’re the reason that I’ve stayed longer.”

  “It’s intoxicating,” I blurted out. “Getting closer to you again, and being together the way we did for years. I—Bailey, I never thought I’d see you again. That’s the truth.”

  “You really thought that?”

  “I hoped we’d meet again someday,” I said. “But, I didn’t expect anything.”

  “I knew we’d meet again,” said Bailey. “But, I didn’t think it’d be like this.”

  Once I’d gotten the last big box moved out by her front door, I began putting my shoes back on, checking my phone.

  “Leaving?” she asked while I tied my shoes.

  “Unless I can do anything else for you.”

  “I guess I was just wondering why you were rushing to get out,” she said. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

  “Not at all,” I said. “I just figured I would go.”

  “Oh.”

  I bit my lip, choosing honesty. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall back in love with you, okay? It’s not that I want to leave. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want nothing more than to spend every day with you like the past few days we’ve had together.”

  She played with her hair, not looking directly at me.

  “Okay,” she said. “I get it. You can go. I understand.”

  Although her understanding seemed sincere, the tears that began to well in her eyes also appeared genuine, as well. I knelt beside her, lifting her head so that her sweet eyes would meet mine.

  “I don’t have to go anywhere,” I said.

  “That’s not—you don’t have to do that,” she said through tears. “It’s not just you. It’s everything. My dad’s life, and all of my memories as a child. They’re all in these boxes. I’m not as good at goodbyes as you might think I am. This is really hard for me.”

  I wiped a tear from her face, wanting my touch to somehow heal her sadness.

  “I know I’m going to have to go back soon,” she said. “And, all this stuff will be waiting for me. But, it’s not about the stuff. I’d trade it all in if I could just have my dad back. I wish I’d come back once or twice. I should have visited him more.”

  “Bailey, come on,” I urged her. “You can’t go down that path again. Don’t blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault. And, hey, your dad knew how busy you were. It’s not like he held it against you that you didn’t come back.”

  “He asked me so many times to come visit for Thanksgiving, his birthday. It’s not like I couldn’t afford to do it. I’m making money now! I could’ve come to see him. I could’ve called him more than twice a week! He’s my dad, and I only called and texted him like two or three times a week.”

  The tears continued to stain her cheeks. After a while, I stopped fighting them and let them happen. Her crying nearly got my own eyes to water.

  “I shouldn’t have rushed through our last conversation,” she said. “I can’t believe I never told him how proud I was of him. He was always telling me how proud he was of me. I always said ‘I love you,’ but I never really told him exactly how I felt. I can’t believe I never told him how much he meant to me.”

  “Your dad knew how much you loved him,” I said.

  “I can’t believe I rushed him off the phone,” she said. “The last time I spoke with him, we didn’t even talk about anything important. I rushed through talking to him so I could go to the studio. That was the last memory I made with my father.”

  I knew that no matter how many times I could’ve told her, or how many stories or conversations I could cite to back me up, nothing would put her at ease. I felt useless.

  Then, I thought back to when Bailey first moved away. I thought about all the times Wayne and I would meet up together in the city and drink. We usually met up at a place called Chris’ Grill & Saloon, and we typically just watched the game or played some pool. There were times when one of us would bring up Bailey, and every time we spoke about her, there was only unconditional love and compassion emanating from her father.

  There was a lot of love for Bailey at Chris’ Saloon. I felt inspired.

  “Hey, why don’t we get out of the house for a bit?” I said. “Come on. I’d like to show you something.”

  Chapter 14

/>   Bailey

  I wasn’t sure where Darren was taking us, but I trusted him. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the many headlights on the road heading for their Saturday night fun. Ultimately, I didn’t really care where Darren was taking me; I was just glad to be away from the house. I desperately wanted any distraction to divert me from thoughts about my dad.

  Unfortunately, we were headed for the complete opposite of that. While I wanted a distraction, what I needed was something greater.

  We pulled up to Chris’ Saloon. It was a small bar in town, and it had a nice atmosphere, but I’d never gone in. There were some people inside, but it wasn’t packed.

  Darren opened my door for me and helped me out. I kept expecting him to tell me what was going on, but he was expecting me to ask him what was going on.

  “So, why are we going here?” I asked. “You know, if you wanted to go out and get me drunk tonight, you could’ve just asked.”

  “That’s not my goal here tonight,” said Darren. “If it happens, I’m not going to fight it. But, I’ve got a different mission.”

  “Uh, oh.” I chuckled. “I was kind of hoping that was your goal. I want to have fun.”

  We walked up to Chris’. Darren held the door open for me. The bar was dimly lit, but there were many bright televisions playing sports and movies scattered throughout the place. In the darkness, groups were eating and talking together. There were also intoxicated men and women succumbing to their desires, kissing quietly in corners. It was a bizarre place.

  Darren walked us toward the sports area, where it was mostly people watching games or playing them, like darts or pool. He found a specific booth, nodding in affirmation before he ushered me over.

  I slid into my seat, and Darren sat across from me, smiling mischievously.

  “You look like you’re up to something,” I said to him.

  “I just think you need to be here tonight.”

  “Why is that?”

  Before he could answer, we had a petite redheaded server come up to us. She was cute but appeared to be stoned and potentially drunk herself.