by Whitley Cox
“That sounds like a horrible life,” she said, with a head shake and sneer. “Money isn’t everything.”
A soft smile coasted across his face. “You’re right, it’s not. I flew to Tahiti a few months ago to see my brother. He’s married and expecting a baby. He’s a completely new man. Happier than I’ve ever seen him, at peace and in love.”
“Good for him,” she said quietly. “I’m glad he realized there is more to life than just money.”
He nodded. “And he helped me realize it, too. He said I struggle to find a balance. He says Parker, his wife, is what balances him out. I was obsessed with spending and partying, then I became obsessed with making money and the stock market. Tate helped me see that I was wasting my life away obsessing over money and stocks. And truth was, I wasn’t even happy in my job anymore. But I have an addictive personality, and like an alcoholic, I’d become dependent on it, and I saw no way out. I couldn’t just get up one day and not check the Dow Jones. It’d become as a part of me as breathing.”
She frowned. “That’s really sad.”
“Isn’t it? But Tate helped me realize there is more to life than that. He sent me to a therapist while I was on the island, and she helped me realize that I’ve been so scared of turning into my dad and letting people down, I never let anyone get close enough to be able to let them down.” His lips dipped into a frown. “Besides you, that is. I haven’t let anyone else get close enough since you.”
Affected by his words but not willing to let him see it, Heather hid her face with her glass and took a long drink. Jesus, this was information overload.
He must have taken her silence as an invitation to continue. “The therapist asked me what kinds of things make me happy, because we’d identified when I went to see her that I couldn’t have been further from happy. She told me to close my eyes and think about the happiest moments in my life. Then she asked me who was there and what we were doing. All I saw when I closed my eyes was you. The two of us, dancing, laughing, kissing, making love. In every truly happy memory I have, you are front and center.”
Heather sat there frozen.
Gavin pressed on. “I’ve quit my job. I actually quit it six months ago and have since been setting up a nonprofit organization that helps families without adequate funding or access to medical care get the help they need. It also helps people who can’t afford expensive medications and prescriptions get what they need. I want to do something worthwhile with my money, with myself and my time. Tate figures by Christmas next year, if our real estate investments pay off the way he thinks they should, I’ll be a billionaire or just shy of one.”
Heather’s mouth fell open and all the air left her lungs.
Billionaire?
Chapter 6
Gavin
Was she going to say anything? Was she having a stroke? He couldn’t tell. The woman just sat there staring at him, wide-eyed, mouth open, speechless.
Well, what do you expect, numbnuts? You just dropped the B-word.
“Heather?” he prodded gently. “You okay?”
Finally, those big doe eyes of hers blinked a couple of times. “Y-yeah, I’m okay … billionaire?”
He nodded. “Yeah. But maybe not. A billion is a lot of money, and our dollar ain’t doing so hot at the moment. I could be a pauper by next Christmas instead of a billionaire. You never know.”
Her snort made him smile. “Yeah, a pauper. I’m sure.”
His smile grew wider. He loved how candid and blunt she was. Always had given him a run for his money, never took any of his shit or chiding. She’d made him work for her love and attention every step of the way. And then when he’d finally had her, he’d kicked her to the curb. God, he was such a dumb fuck back then.
But he was smarter now. Still not a genius, because it’d taken a therapist and his long-lost brother to knock some sense into him, but he was learning.
“So, I get to have breakup sex with a soon-to-be-billionaire then?” The last part came out as a giggle, and Gavin realized his sweet little Hettie was drunk. Had he ever witnessed her drunk before? She’d always been such a good girl, no drugs, no smoking, no drinking, good grades.
Her parents’ angel.
His angel.
“Is that what you want from me?” he asked. He still had so much to say to her, so much to tell her, to ask her. But would it fall on deaf ears? Was she too drunk to understand that he was there to ask for another chance? To ask her to take him back and let him love her again?
She hiccupped and grinned. Her eyes held a glassy and glazed-over look, and her cheeks were a sexy rosy red. Fuck, she was stunning. He’d always loved her coloring. Dark hair, dark eyes, naturally tanned skin. She was a Latina goddess whom he’d never been able to get enough of. In all their years apart, he’d never met or been with a woman who tasted as sweet, or whose noises when she came made him come all the harder.
“You owe me that much, Gavin McAllister, billionaire extraordinaire,” she said smoothly. Slowly, like a lithe feline temptress, she stood up. Her hand fell to her side, and her bottom lip snagged between her teeth. Without letting her gaze leave his eyes, she drew down the zipper of her dress; the sound of the metal teeth of the zipper was an erotic buzz in the pounding silence of the room. The fabric peeled away from her luscious skin, pooling at her feet in a heap of gray lace. She stood before him, a vision he’d dreamed about often. But she’d also changed in the last ten years. Her breasts had filled out and were perfect rounded handfuls, tucked up and pushed up in that sexy lace bra. Her hips were curvier and more feminine that he remembered, and her waist was a sensuous hourglass. Plenty to hold on to, if she gave him the chance.
Gavin swallowed hard and let his eyes rake the beauty before him. “God, Hettie, you’re fucking perfect.”
She stepped out of her dress and approached him. “If I was so perfect, why’d you break up with me?” Like the goddess that she was, full of grace, she stood over him. The black lace at the V of her thong tempted him. He ran his tongue between the seam of his lips. It was taking every ounce of his self-control not to jam his face between her legs and inhale her scent.
“Biggest fucking mistake of my life,” he said through ragged breaths. He allowed his eyes to leave the apex of her thighs, and he found her staring down at him. Curiosity colored her face.
“Was it?”
How could she ask him that? Of course it had been. He’d been a wreck for months. The amount of times he’d called her, or almost called her, only to hang up before it started to ring … But he just hadn’t wanted to drag her into the mess of him figuring out the money, of his sudden wealth or what the hell to do with it. It’s not that he figured she was a gold digger and after his cash, but money changed people, changed the way people treated you. So he’d figured the less people who knew about the money the better. Tate was a billionaire nobody knew about, and Gavin wanted to be the same. Keep his fortune a secret, maintain his anonymity and privacy.
Her head cocked to the side, and her eyes squinted at him, studying.
Pushing back into the couch, he ran his hand over his face again. “Fuck, Hettie. It was the hardest damn thing I ever had to do. I didn’t want to do it. But I figured it was the best thing … for the both of us. I wasn’t in a good state of mind to have a girlfriend. You were too innocent and sweet, and I knew I’d just fuck it all up at some point. I wanted to save you the heartache.”
Her eyes burned into him. “My heart still ached, so you saved nothing.”
Clenching his teeth until a dull pain thudded in his jaw, he looked up at her imploringly. “I know that now, and I’m sorry. I was young, stupid, selfish and fucked up. I’ll never forgive myself for what I put you through.”
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, and the high cheekbones of her face sharpened. “Then apologize properly.”
The temptation of her sweet skin, the urge to taste her was too much. Did she taste as good as he remembered? He reached out and grabbed her by the hips
. Those sloe bedroom eyes of hers flashed wide in surprise as his fingers dug into the soft, plump skin of her ass and thighs. “Hettie,” he started, “if I take you, I’m going to take you hard and all fucking night long. There won’t be anything quick or easy about it. I’ve waited ten long years to be back inside you, to taste you, and now that I have you, I’m going to savor you.”
Her throat bobbed on a heavy swallow, and those pouty lips of hers opened into a fuckable little O.
“Is this what you want?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Am I what you want?”
Another nod.
Not wanting to waste another moment, and abandoning all resolve, he gripped the fabric of her thong and pulled, tearing it straight off. Her eyes widened at the snap against her skin. Tossing the ruined thong to the side, he brought his gaze back to her pussy. Fuck, suddenly he was starving. He wanted her in his mouth, wanted to hear her moans and feel her slickness coat his lips as she lost herself and deserted all composure.
To hell with gentle, he palmed her thighs and spread her legs wide before wrapping his hands around the firm cheeks of her ass and bringing her forward to thrust his tongue between her slick silky lips.
Heather gasped, but her shock was fleeting, and like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it, she let her hands weave their way into his hair and tugged. He groaned when she pulled on the ends. Yes, the pain. He loved the pain. He deserved the pain.
She was already getting wet for him and tasted even better than he remembered. Sweet like honey and so responsive. With each flick of his tongue over her clit, she gushed more sweetness out into his mouth, and he lapped it all up like a man who’d been wandering the desert, thirsty for days. Up through her creamy folds he swept his tongue, only to then draw her swelling clit between his lips, sucking until she trembled in his palms. He hadn’t even pushed his fingers inside her, and already she was close.
Twiddling his tongue over her hood, he felt her body stiffen in his grasp. Her hands tightened in his hair, and she thrust her pelvis forward into his face as her climax claimed her. Beautiful moans and feminine gasps filled the room, but instead of easing off, he only attacked her cleft harder. More sucking, more licking, more flicking, until she shattered into a million beautiful little pieces against his lips when another orgasm took her by surprise.
Yes, Hettie. Yes, my angel. From here on out, all your orgasms will be mine.
More and more she bucked into his face, grinding her slit against his mouth and nose. His whiskers scraped her inner thighs and labia, but she either liked it or didn’t seem to mind because she just kept pushing harder, taking what she wanted from him. Using his body as her plaything, for her pleasure. And he wanted her to. He wanted her to use him, to make herself feel good. He wanted Hettie, his Hettie to feel nothing but good when she was with him. Lord knows he’d made her feel fifty different kinds of shitty over the last ten years, and he had a lot to make up for.
When her second orgasm finally subsided, she went to pull away, but he held on tight and gave one long final sweep up between her soft, swollen folds. She shuddered beautifully in his arms. When he brought his head up, he smiled. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks a rosy red and her head lolled to one side. She was sated, fucked and ready for bed. Too bad she wasn’t thoroughly fucked. No. That would take all night. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, and if she was willing, he’d take her any way, every way and as many times as humanly possible.
“Hettie?” Gavin said softly, quietly admiring the curves of her body while her eyes were still closed. When they’d been together, she hadn’t waxed or shaved. Now, she was sporting a freshly manicured thin strip, and it called to him like a goddamn airport runway. He had to land his seven-inch 747, he just had to.
Slowly, languidly, sleepily, she lifted her eyelids, gazing down at him. A small, sexy smile crept to her lips. “Hi,” she said softly.
A chuckle bubbled up in his throat. Fuck, she was just so sweet. “Hi.”
“You’re better at that than I remember.”
“Yeah?”
Her grin grew wider, and she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. She pushed his legs apart and positioned herself between his thighs. “I’m better at a few things too,” she said huskily.
He swallowed. Fuck. Now was not a good time to be thinking about the love of his life and her lips wrapped around the shaft of someone else. He’d be a moron to assume she’d been celibate all these years. Hell, he knew for a fact she hadn’t been. And lord knows he hadn’t joined the priesthood. He’d gotten better at eating pussy since they were last together, because in the last ten years he’d eaten a lot of it. He’d been schooled and had perfected the craft. And now, after all those lessons and practice, it boiled down to tonight. He had to impress Hettie. Win her back. Apologize. Make her his again.
With slender fingers, she unzipped the zipper of his slacks. Fishing around in the hole, among the fabric of his boxers, she finally found what she’d been seeking. He’d grown hard as granite tasting her juices, and now seeing her there on her knees, he was about ready to explode in his pants. It was all too much.
A dewy bead of pre-cum glistened on the plum-hued crown of his cock, and he ached for her to lick it off as he dug his hands into the satiny tresses of her hair and reeled her in. Her cute little pink tongue darted out, and she did just that, laving at the crown, and swirling the pre-cum around the tip. He groaned, and his hips spasmed off the couch. God, she’d always sucked cock like a pro and swallowed every drop like it was a fine wine, but he had a feeling the vixen had perfected her skills over the years. He just needed to make sure he didn’t blow his load too soon.
She took him into her mouth and immediately let him bottom out. Her throat contracted around the head, and his balls tightened in his slacks. Fuck. Shit. Damn. He was going to come.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pushed her off, his breathing ragged and his cock wet and shiny from her hot little mouth.
She looked up at him in confusion with those beautiful brown eyes, and his heart constricted in his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
His head shook fast. “Nothing. I just … I just don’t want that right now. I want to please you. I want to worship you.” He’d been a quick shot their first time together, too, lasted no more than two minutes, and although their sex life had improved over time, he didn’t want their reunion sex to be quick, either. He wanted to savor Hettie, please Hettie until she was limp, boneless and begging for sleep.
She licked her lips. “But I want to.” A sigh fled past her lips, and he was hit with the scent of liquor. She was still a little drunk.
Bringing her up to standing, he bent low and scooped her up into his arms. “I want to fuck you on your bed. Maybe later you can suck my cock, but I haven’t had my fill of your sweet pussy.” There were three closed doors before him as he crossed the living room. “Which one is the bedroom?”
Kicking her legs out with a girlish giggle, she looped her arms around his neck. “The one on the right.” They were there in three long strides. He tossed her onto the bed hard enough to make her bounce. In no time at all, he was naked, hard as ever-loving fuck and desperate to be inside the love of his life. He had a strip of condoms in his pocket that he’d snatched from his car when he arrived at her house, and he had every intention of using the majority of them.
Standing at the foot of her bed, he gazed down at her, and holy shit! Gavin’s jaw nearly hit the bed. She was propped up on the pillows near the headboard, naked from the waist down and watching him as two fingers flicked her clit and fucked her sweet little pussy. Her eyelids had drooped to half-mast, and she licked her lips again. Her gaze fell to the raging hard-on between his legs.
“You’ve been working out,” she said lazily, her legs spread wide for him, showing off her slick, swollen lips.
His eyes raked her body. “So have you.”
She lifted
one shoulder cavalierly. “I still dance. I do spin and kickboxing. But you, how do you get abs like that?”
He ran his hand over his six-pack, one he’d worked hard to get. He’d hired a trainer and nutritionist, and they’d put him on the right path. He’d also taken up swimming and still enjoyed mountain biking when he had the chance. That first year in college, he’d gained fifteen pounds from all the drinking and shit food he’d been eating, so once Tate knocked some sense into him and told him to smarten the fuck up, he’d committed all the way.
Mimicking her shrug, he offered her a small smile. “Not sure. I woke up one day, and they were just there.”
She rolled her eyes. All the while, those fingers never stopped. “I’m sure.”
“Hettie,” he said softly.
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth but then slipped out. She was getting close.
“Come for me, baby. I want to see you come.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Climbing onto the bed, he crawled up next to her and pulled a hard, perky nipple out from beneath her black lace bra. Immediately he drew it into his mouth; a gasp snagged in her throat as he tugged. With his free hand he fished out the other breast and went to work on the nipple, tugging and pinching, twisting and tweaking. Her breathing was labored beneath him, and her eyes shut as her hips jerked off the bed into her palm. He closed his eyes and laved at her tight peak, but the gentle sound of smacking forced him to blink them open.
Dear freaking Christ, she was smacking her clit with the tips of her fingers while arousal practically poured out of her into a pool on the bed. Had she always gotten this wet? He couldn’t remember. A few more smacks that seemed to mesmerize him, and she resumed her circles. Still in awe, he watched as her back bowed on the bed, a cry lurched in her throat and her hips jerked as she came undone. He latched back on to a nipple and tugged, enhancing her climax, giving her more of what she needed. Fuck, she was beautiful when she came, so feminine, so uninhibited.
