Cameron, Paige - The Billionaire Rancher Buys a Wife [Wives for the Western Billionaires 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Paige Cameron

  “Yes, Uncle Drake, I made all A’s this semester.”

  “Still planning on medical school?”

  “Yes. I’d better hurry back to the kitchen. Mama is very busy. Nice to meet you, Ms. Dedrick.”

  Janice was puzzled. Drake and Frank had a much closer relationship than he’d indicated.

  “Uncle?”

  “Honorary. Frank and Estella didn’t want her calling me Drake, and Mr. Terrell was too formal.”

  “You are a mysterious man,” Janice said.

  “I won’t be for long.”

  She chose not to comment, but studied her surroundings. The tile floor was a reddish brown. The motif was all Mexican. A border of tile with red and blue colors edged the wall by the table. Several men dressed in Mexican attire played soft music in the background. Wonderful spicy scents came from the kitchen to whet their appetite. Frank moved among his guests, smiling and talking. The colorful atmosphere was pleasant and relaxing.

  Estella came out briefly to meet Janice, then hurried back to cook. Soon the food was delivered sizzling hot on the plate.

  She and Drake talked about Samantha and Jackson, their mutual friends. The conversation flowed easily, but occasionally Drake brushed his leg against her or touched her hand. His musky scent surrounded her, and the heat from his body made her hot and achy.

  Janice gulped down the cool wine. One more touch, and she’d melt into a puddle of need. She was still hungry, but not for food. “It’s very hot in here,” she whispered to Drake. “Do you think we might go somewhere cool?”

  “I thought you’d never ask. I know just the spot.”

  In minutes, he had paid the bill, said good-bye to his friends, and they were in the limo headed back toward town.

  Drake pulled the curtain between Jack and them. “Come here.” His arms reached for her, and she threw herself against him. Hard lips covered hers. His hand covered her breast and rubbed the nipple through her blouse. She was hot. She ripped her blouse open. Drake unfastened her bra and pushed her blouse and bra off. He immediately put his hot mouth over her pebbled nipple and sucked. Janice’s pussy clenched with desire and drenched her panties with moisture.

  She straddled his lap and moved against his wide, hard cock. She held his head tight against her breast and ran her hand through his soft hair.

  He moved back and forth between her breasts, sucking, licking, taking a nip at her ripe, rosy nipples. “Damn, you taste and smell good. Raise up, just a little.” He moved one finger under her wet panties and rubbed her clit, then slid along the wet folds to her pussy and moved his finger deep inside. Janice shuddered with intense pleasure. He pushed her to the side. “Get those damn things off.”

  She yanked her panties off and heard his zipper being lowered. Drake ripped a condom package open and put it on, then lifted her back onto his lap. His cock pulsed against her wet opening. She gradually moved down, taking his wide cock deep inside her tight passage. He was big, and she hadn’t been with anyone in a long time.

  “Easy, baby, take me gradual. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so damn tight and hot. Ah,” he moaned when she cupped his balls. “That’s the way.” With one hand he cupped her breast and teased her nipple. With the other, he separated her swollen folds and rubbed her clit.

  Her breathing came fast and her heartbeat soared. Fire licked along every nerve ending as she took him in all the way. She began to move slowly out and in. He grasped her hips and increased the tempo. A burst of sensual pleasure rose inside and exploded into a myriad of colors. Her scream was caught in his kiss as he pulled her mouth to his and plunged one more time deep inside her. He held her tight as their hearts thumped hard against their chests.

  As their breaths slowed, Janice drifted back to reality and her surroundings. The windows on the limo were darkened and the road they traveled not well lit. Hopefully she’d not given a show to passing motorist. Her face went hot at the thought.

  Embarrassed by her behavior, she climbed off Drake’s lap and grabbed her clothes off the floor. All the while she felt Drake staring at her.

  “This is the first time you’ve made love out of a bed, isn’t it?”

  She didn’t look at him. “Yes, so what?”

  “Ah, a bit defensive. I’m glad I’m the first person to get you to let down your walls and enjoy yourself.”

  Janice took a quick look in his direction. “Don’t be so smug. I had too much wine. It won’t happen again.”

  “Oh, yes it will. Want me to prove it?” He ran his finger across her cheek. “You blush beautifully. I like everything about you Janice, from your rosy cheeks to your pink pussy.”

  “Stop talking that way.”

  He leaned close. “My poor darling. No one has been brave enough to ever talk dirty with you? I’m very brave, and I intend to shock you many times. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  Clothes back on and buttoned, Janice sat back in her seat. “What if I don’t like the way you talk or the things you do?”

  “I’ll stop. Shall I take you home instead of to my house? Say the word, love. Yes or no?”

  She hated that he’d cornered her. It was her own fault, but already her body had responded to him and his talk. She was simply unable to say yes, and feared saying no. He’d show her a wonderful time and then leave, maybe for good the next time. Yet, she wanted him and everything he’d give her.

  * * * *

  His home sat on a hill. There didn’t appear to be another house nearby. They’d driven up a winding drive with woods flanking the road. Lights lit the wide entrance. The chauffeur let them out at the door and drove on toward the garage, situated to the left and separate from the main residence.

  Janice studied the house in front of her. The portico had white, rounded columns lining the front. The two-story building reminded her of a mansion, from the old South, that she’d seen. That home had also had a balcony on the second floor. When she stepped inside the foyer and living room, she found they were decorated in the old Southern style.

  Drake observed her the whole time. “Do you like my place?”

  “Yes, I do. I grew up in Georgia, and there was a house on a hill, a very small hill, and it was white, with columns, almost exactly like this one.” She turned around, putting her arms out to include the whole area. “I used to dream about the people that lived there. I never saw anyone. I dreamed someday I’d find my Prince Charming, and he and I would live in the beautiful white house on the hill.” Her face went hot realizing what she’d said.

  He took her hand. “Come on. I’ll show you the rest. Perhaps I’ll turn into your Prince Charming.” He glanced her way.

  “Charming, yes, my Prince, we’ve yet to see.”

  “You’re a hard woman, Janice Dedrick.” He grabbed her and kissed her. “Just wait. You have many surprises coming soon.” He stopped in the doorway to a large family room off a modern kitchen. “This room I insisted have good, comfortable chairs, a large-screen TV, and it already had a tile fireplace.”

  “I love it all. Your decorator did a fantastic job of having the front rooms complement the older style of the house, and yet here and in the kitchen you have all the conveniences.”

  “You can compliment my decorator when I take you to meet my family in the next week or so.”

  “Your mother?”

  “You didn’t think I’d hatched from an egg, I hope. I have the requisite mother, father, and two brothers.”

  Janice had walked around the room, giving the furnishings a closer look. She faced Drake. “Two brothers, no sister?”

  “Mom says she’s been outnumbered for years. She expects all her boys to marry and have daughters for her to spoil.”

  When he talked about his family, his smile and voice were different. It was obvious that he loved his parents and brothers. His soft tone and sweet smile said it all.

  “But you got me sidetracked. There’s a room upstairs I want you to see.” Taking her hand, he led the way. On the landing, he opened doub
le doors to the right. His bedroom.

  Floor-to-ceiling windows flanked a huge bed. The walls were a cream color, with the bedspread and curtains a mixture of cream and blue. Janice stepped inside and her shoes sank into soft, dark blue carpet. The bed, bedside tables, chest of drawers, and chairs were made of mahogany and polished to a high shine. Soft music played from some unknown spot.

  “I doubt you’d have difficulty seducing anyone in this room.” His low chuckle had her toes curling.

  “Always the smart retort. I love it.” He put his hand at the base of her spine and directed her to an open door on the left. “I thought we’d try out the shower first.”

  His bath, done in cream and light browns, held a large, jet tub, an even larger shower, dual sinks, and a warming rack for towels. Janice walked to the shower and peeked around the tile wall. There were several jets placed around to hit a body from many angles, and the area was big enough to hold three or four people.

  “Do you have orgies in here?”

  “I’ve considered it.” His hands began to unbutton her blouse. “You talk too much.” He kissed her mouth then continued to undress her.

  She joined him and unbuttoned his shirt. His lips moved down her body as he bent to undo her skirt and yank her panties down. When he straightened, Janice unfastened his belt, his pants button, and lowered his zipper. In a second, he threw off his clothes and had her in the shower. The cool water pulsed over their hot bodies.

  Drake lathered his hands and began to caress her breasts, giving special attention to her peaked nipples. The sensation of warmth, gentle caresses, and light brushes across her peaks melted away any reserve or hesitation. Heat and need slid directly down to her pussy, increasing her hunger to have his cock stroking her inside. Her legs went weak. She put her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against his chest. The fine, brown hairs replaced his hands as he cupped her face and kissed her deeply.

  Janice wrapped one lathered hand around his wide, hard cock, and the other cupped his balls. Her finger made light traces across the head of his cock, and then rubbed around the edge.

  “Ah, baby,” Drake moaned. He bent his forehead against hers. “What am I going to do about you?”

  “Make love to me, I hope.” She rubbed up and down his length. “You’re so hard, and yet your skin is like satin.” She pushed him against the wall and knelt to take him into her mouth. Her tongue tasted him, then she took him in deeper. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair. Tightening her lips around him, she took him deep and then pulled back, gradually creating a rhythm. She felt herself getting wetter with desire as she sucked, and gently touched his balls. His hands tightened briefly.

  “Stop, come here.” He lifted her onto her feet and turned her facing the tile. He turned the faucets off. “Spread your legs.” She did, and then heard a ripping sound and saw he’d grabbed a condom from somewhere. She faced the wall again as he came behind her. His hands reached around and covered her breasts.

  He took charge. His teeth nibbled on the side of her neck while his fingers caressed her breasts and brushed across her peaked nipples. His kisses moved down to her shoulders and his one hand slid along her stomach until his fingers separated her folds and found her most sensitive spot.

  Drake surrounded her. His breath blew air over her neck, creating tiny shivers. His hand held her breast snug and rubbed across her tight nipple. Below, his fingers slid along her wet folds to her pussy. He put one finger inside, and her inner muscles clenched around him.

  “You want me?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes.”

  He positioned himself and slowly pushed inside her. His fingers rubbed across her clit as he entered from behind. His other arm wrapped around her body as his hand held tight to her breast.

  “You’re so hot, and tight.” Drake pushed harder, deeper into her. “Let go, honey. Give it to me.”

  She tightened around him and moved her buttocks closer against his hard frame. He quickened his pace and her heartbeat pounded against her chest. Her hunger had her clenching and unclenching against him, trying to relieve the building pressure.

  He pushed harder and faster, and then went deep and hard as he put slight pressure on her nub and pinched her nipple. Pleasure exploded inside her and she screamed. Her insides so sensitive she felt each of his pulsing releases.

  Her head bent against the cool tile. His arm the only thing keeping her from sinking to the shower floor. His raspy breath right beside her ear.

  “Honey, you are going to kill me yet.” Drake’s husky voice rumbled through her.

  “Not if you kill me first,” she teased, and turned to face him. Her arms went around his neck, and her body pressed against his warmth. He hugged her close.

  When they’d both regained their breath and strength, Drake stepped out and grabbed a towel off the warming rack. He put it around Janice and then got one for himself, wrapping it around his middle.

  He took her towel and began to dry her, brushing his lips along her skin as he went. When he’d finished, he picked her up and took her into the bedroom. Reaching down, he pulled his spread back and placed her on his bed. He stood studying her.

  “I’d like to have you painted in that pose. Your beautiful white skin and fiery hair against the cream-colored satin sheets. Only I don’t want anyone else to see you this way, but me.”

  * * * *

  Drake put a knee on the bed. He’d already gone hard again. Her scent, a mixture of violets and desire, her glowing skin, and that sexy smile had heat flashing along every nerve in his body.

  At first, the slight sound didn’t get through to him. He’d leaned forward toward her when he heard a noise. He raised his head and looked at his clock. After midnight, and someone was downstairs.

  “Stay here,” he whispered. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, putting them on as he went out.

  He walked softly across the carpeted floor and down the stairs. A hiss, and a flick, and he saw the reflection of gold and red before he got to the kitchen.

  Running now, he crossed the family room as a dark figure ran out the side door. “Stop.” In the kitchen, flames licked across his cabinets. The smoke alarm beeped loudly. He grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and shot its contents toward the fire. “Janice,” he yelled, hoping she’d hear him. She must have heard the alarm.

  “I’m here,” she hollered from the family room. “I dressed as soon as you left. I’ve called 911.” She held out the phone.

  “Good girl. Get out of here. I’m going to try and slow the fire down until help gets here.”

  “No, leave with me. I won’t go without you.” He frowned at her. “The place can explode at any moment.” Clouds of smoke rose around them.

  Drake ran to her, and they rushed outside. Flames ran up the side of the house now, a red glow against the black sky. Jack came running from the direction of the garage. Drake pulled a hose around and directed the water toward the house. Jack carried another hose over his shoulder. He fastened it to a nearby spigot and joined Drake.

  In the distance, Drake heard sirens. “Move further back,” he yelled to Janice as sparks flew everywhere. Anger filled him at the thought of someone deliberately setting the fire. The house could be rebuilt, but if they’d been sleeping, they might not have awakened in time, even with the alarms. He’d already been down the stairs before the first one went off.

  Fire trucks came to a squealing stop and firemen poured off the truck and around the house. Their captain yelled at Drake and Jack to get back out of the way. Drake strode across the lawn to where Janice stood, her arms wrapped tight around her and tears in her eyes.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, but your beautiful house is ruined.”

  Drake hugged her trembling frame. “No one got hurt. That’s what is most important.”

  A tentative smile crossed her face. “Aren’t you cold?”

  He peered down at his bare chest and jeans hanging low on his hip
s. He grinned. “I forgot all about my clothes. Thank goodness I didn’t run downstairs naked. I might have shocked the firemen.” Drake kissed the top of her head. “I’m going to have Jack take you home.” He pulled her tighter against him. “I’ll stay here. I need to talk with the fire marshal and the police.”

  “What do you have to report to the police? I see a police car, but I thought the fire marshal decided what started it all.”

  “He does, but it will be a police matter, too, since I saw a man running from my kitchen just when the fire started.” Drake motioned to Jack.

  Jack joined them. “Take her home. See her safe inside with the door locked before you leave. I’ll walk with you to the garage. Stay here, honey. Jack will drive the car around and pick you up.” He gave her a quick kiss and strolled down the lane to the garage.

  “Jack, I’m going to call my brother, Brent. I need around-the-clock coverage for Janice. I don’t want her to know, so it needs to be a crew who knows how to stay out of sight. If I told her what I’m planning, she’d insist she didn’t need protection.” Drake stopped at the garage door. “There have been two strikes against me tonight, both in her company. My gut feeling is he wanted to get Janice and me. Who and why, I don’t know. I’m depending on you to stay close to her until relief comes. Park the car out of sight, and watch the house. I’ll be in touch.”

  “Sure, boss.”

  Drake flipped his phone on and rang his parents’ home.

  Chapter Five

  Janice thanked Jack and started to step inside her front door. “Let me go first,” Jack said and placed himself in front of her. “Drake wanted me to check your place out. He’s concerned about you.”

  “I don’t understand why, but go ahead.” She didn’t want to admit it, but she was glad to have him with her going through the empty rooms. She’d seen the gun he’d pulled out from under his coat. He wasn’t just a chauffeur.