Billionaire Unloved

by J. S. Scott

Ruby was completely naked, and was obviously ready to climb into the shower with me. My wet body had saturated hers, and we were both dripping wet.

  I felt the tension start to leave her body and her backside started to melt into my front.

  Nothing had ever felt so damn right.

  “Then what happened just now?” she asked tearfully.

  “I got scared,” I confessed after I’d swallowed the lump in my throat. It was time for me to get real with her.

  She’d fucking trusted me with every horrible thing that had happened in her past, so I was done being a coward.

  “Why were you afraid?”

  “Because the lower half of my body is uglier than what you’ve seen on the top,” I rasped against her ear.

  Something about Ruby always made me spill my guts, even when I didn’t want to.

  She started to squirm so hard in my hold that she got turned around and nailed me with a glare I’d never seen before.

  “Are you trying to tell me that all this is over something that is completely superficial?” she asked in a furious tone.

  I locked eyes with her, and what I saw coming back at me was pure anger. It was the first time I’d ever seen Ruby really pissed off, and her fury was mesmerizing.

  “You don’t know how bad it really is,” I told her roughly.

  “Seriously?” she shrieked as she pushed on my chest. “Well, let me see this awful sight for myself. Get back in the shower.”

  “Ruby, I’m not—”

  “This isn’t about you now,” she said in an unforgiving voice. “It’s all about me and whether I’m as superficial as the bitch who dumped you. And whether or not my delicate self can handle what happened to you.”

  I had no idea what had happened to the sweet Ruby I adored, but this incensed, bossy Ruby was kind of a turn-on, too.

  I backed up as she gently pushed me back into the shower, and then got in herself, slamming the glass door hard enough that I hoped it didn’t shatter.

  She folded her arms across her chest as she surveyed every inch of my body while my back took the brunt of the water from the shower nozzle.

  “What in the hell do I have to do to make you understand that I want you? That I’ll always want you,” she said desperately. “Just tell me and I’ll do it. I’ve spent every day fantasizing how it would be if you fucked me, and I think I pretty much covered every position. I need you, but I can’t make you trust me.”

  I felt like a dick. “I’m sorry. You don’t need to do anything. You’re fucking perfect, and I do trust you.”

  She’d done plenty to prove that my injuries weren’t going to affect the way she felt about me. I’d just been too deeply absorbed in my own fears that I hadn’t heard her.

  But her message was pretty loud and clear now.

  She moved forward and put her hands on my chest. I didn’t breathe as she started tracing every one of my scars.

  “I don’t always like my body, either,” she confessed. “And it took all the courage I had to show you the scars I had from my abuse. But it’s something I can’t change any more than you can fix your scars. They’re part of us. Part of our history. But they don’t have to define us if we want to move forward. Neither one of us deserved the pain we went through. But haven’t we had enough pain now, Jett? Wouldn’t it be better to let it go and look at our future?”

  She looked up and I searched her face. The only thing I could see was the same fucking longing I was feeling. “I didn’t doubt you, Ruby. I doubted myself.”

  “You hurt me,” she said with brutal honesty.

  My gut ached as I looked at the hint of sadness in her beautiful dark eyes.

  “I know. I’m sorry,” I answered.

  She shrugged. “Shit happens. I doubt it will be the first time we’ll piss each other off.”

  I grinned. “At least I know you’re perfectly capable of standing up for yourself.”

  She shook her head. “That wasn’t just for me. It was for you, too. Your reality isn’t mine, Jett. I want you to see yourself as you really are instead of through your distorted lens. When I look at you, I see a strong, handsome man who got hurt trying to save people from death or permanent captivity and torture. You put your own well-being on the line without hesitation. And you have the scars to prove it. You’re my hero, Jett. Don’t you know that?”

  I had to swallow the enormous lump in my throat before I could answer, “And you’re mine.”

  Emotionally, I hadn’t been in a good place when I’d met Ruby. But she’d changed me for the better when she’d crashed into my life, healing all my open emotional wounds that I’d gotten from the accident and my agonizing recovery.

  “Can I touch you now?” she asked with a sultry expression. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.”

  “Yeah,” I croaked.

  As she dropped to her knees, I wondered what I’d just agreed to, and whether I was going to live through it.

  Ruby

  My heart was racing like crazy as I lowered myself to my knees to touch Jett’s leg.

  It wasn’t exactly the gnarled mess that Jett made it out to be, but it was incredibly scarred, and my heart ached for all the pain he had gone through because of his injuries.

  But God, the man was otherwise gorgeous.

  I traced his scars, and then ran my hands down his rock-hard abs. He hit the exercise room every single morning, and it showed. There wasn’t an ounce of spare flesh on his body. He was all hard muscle and hot skin.

  After a couple of years of physical therapy, Jett knew his exercise routine for his knee by heart. He did his PT and then got down to business on the rest of his body, and his routine was brutal, keeping his ripped form perfect.

  I crawled behind him to finally cop a feel of his tight ass in all of its glory. I didn’t feel the least bit guilty as I stroked over his hard glutes, thinking that I could bounce a quarter off his tight butt and send it into the stratosphere. I leaned forward to put my mouth on one cheek, then bit down hard.

  “Jesus! Did you just bite my ass?” Jett grumbled.

  I grinned up at him as I moved back in front of him. “Do you really think I was going to miss the chance?”

  As my gaze rolled down his body, I finally looked directly at his cock, and it hadn’t gotten any smaller over the last few minutes.

  I wrapped my fist around the erect shaft, and then ran a thumb over the head. The ache in my core became more like agony.

  “Stop, Ruby,” Jett growled as he grabbed my wrist and then took my hands and pulled me up. “We’re going to do this right.”

  He slammed the shower off, and then urged me to step out. He followed closely behind me.

  “I didn’t actually wash myself,” I said breathlessly.

  “Doesn’t matter. I plan to get you sweaty so you’ll need it again anyway.”

  An electric tingle shot down my spine as I thought about getting hot and sweaty with Jett.

  He quickly dried himself, and then ran the towel over my body sensually, every touch stoking my need for him.

  Finally, he tossed the towel to the floor and cupped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs lightly caressing my hard nipples.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ruby,” he said gruffly, and then pulled me into the attached bedroom.

  My ass hit the mattress, and Jett came down beside me.

  I watched him roll toward the side table to fumble for something inside.

  “I’m already on birth control,” I told him. “I have been since soon after I ran away. I went to the free clinics just in case something happened when I was on the streets.”

  He slammed the drawer closed and rolled, pulling me down on top of him. “Do you know how crazy that makes me?” he rasped. “That you could have been raped or worse out on the streets alone?”

 
“I wasn’t,” I told him, stroking his jaw to make him relax.

  “But you could have been,” he answered as he rolled me under him. “And I doubt I’ll ever be able to take your safety lightly because of it.”

  I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Feel free to protect me.”

  I kind of loved Jett’s alpha instinct to make sure I was always safe. After the life I’d lived the last six or seven years, it was comforting.

  “Damn right I will,” he vowed harshly right before his mouth came crashing down on mine.

  The fire that was always right underneath the surface when I was with Jett exploded the moment his lips touched mine.

  The feel and taste of him was addictive, and I’d been waiting way too long for my fix.

  I was panting when he released my mouth and moved lower to explore my breasts. My nipples were painfully hard, so when he bit down gently, I let out a tormented moan. The pleasure/pain made my pussy flood with heat.

  He went back and forth, his tongue lashing over my nipples until I felt like I was losing my mind.

  “Jett, please,” I gasped.

  “Relax, baby,” he said against my sensitive skin. “This is going to be a long ride.”

  Every muscle in my body was tense, and there was no way that was going to change. Not while he was tormenting me.

  I let out a huff of relief as he moved lower, but my anticipation heightened as he parted my legs and moved between my thighs.

  I knew he was going to taste me, just like he’d threatened to do the first time he’d made me come, but I wasn’t prepared for what it would feel like when his tongue stroked over my sensitive flesh. “Oh, God,” I moaned, my body responding so acutely to the sensation that I tried to pull back.

  Without missing a beat, Jett cupped my ass to keep me in place while his mouth and tongue devoured me.

  He licked from bottom to top, teasing my clit every time he reached the tiny bundle of nerves.

  I speared my hands into his hair, trying to find something stable while my body flew out of control.

  I wanted more.

  I needed more.

  But Jett seemed determined to merely explore.

  I squirmed beneath him, not knowing exactly what I had to have, but hoping that he’d give it to me.

  “Please,” I cried out desperately.

  His hands tightened on my ass, and he dove harder, his tongue more focused and insistent on my clit.

  “Yes,” I hissed as I started to climax, a sensation I was very familiar with now.

  I tightened my grip on Jett’s hair, realizing this orgasm was different, even more powerful than I’d experienced in the past.

  Lifting my hips, I welcomed every stroke of his tongue.

  My back arched as I screamed, “I can’t take it, Jett.”

  But he showed me that I could and would take everything he had to give.

  I imploded as my orgasm crashed over me, my body shaking as Jett brought me slowly down to earth.

  He crawled up my body and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. The embrace was sensual and hot, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored the feel of our heated bodies skin-to-skin.

  I was consumed by a pleasant haze of lust as I was coming back down to earth that I wasn’t prepared when Jett thrust his hips forward and firmly seated himself inside me.

  There was some pain, but some primal need to be joined with him was so satisfied that I didn’t care.

  I panted as Jett remained still. “Relax, sweetheart,” he said in a raspy voice near my ear. “We needed to get the bad part over quick.”

  “I knew it wasn’t going to fit well. You’re too big.”

  “Jesus, woman. You are good for my ego, but it fits. It just takes some getting used to. I think I’m exactly where I’ve always belonged.”

  I understood. Somehow, I felt like I’d always been waiting for Jett.

  The pain subsided, and all I could feel was Jett stretching me, filling me. And the sensation went beyond physical. My spirit was soaring.

  “It’s better,” I said breathlessly. “Is your knee okay?”

  “I have no idea,” he said, his warm breath wafting over my ear. “All I can feel right now is you.”

  He moved back, and our eyes met. I could see the strain of holding back on his face.

  “Then fuck me, Jett. Please. The pain is gone. All I want is you.”

  “This might not last long,” he warned. “I’ve wanted you for too long, and you feel way too good wrapped around my cock.”

  He pulled back slowly, and then buried himself again, which elicited a deep, wanton moan to escape my lips. “Jett,” I said desperately, helpless to find any other words.

  I didn’t care how long it lasted. I just wanted the connection I felt with him to end with him coming apart like I’d done a few minutes ago.

  “Tell me what to do,” I whispered in his ear.

  “Enjoy the ride,” he rumbled.

  Before I could say anything, my breath left me in a rush as Jett started to move with much more urgency.

  “Yes,” I babbled, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. “Fuck me.”

  My encouraging words seemed to spur him on, and his thrusts became deeper and faster, more frenzied with each stroke.

  I became hungry for more, and I started lifting my hips to meet every fierce plunge, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

  Just as he’d predicted, we were both sweating and lost in the pounding rhythm of a dance so carnal that I could hardly breathe. All I knew was the brutal hunger and incessant reaching to get to a place where my body gave me some relief.

  I love you, Jett. I love you so much!

  I wanted to scream those words out loud, but I didn’t.

  Maybe he didn’t feel the same way, or maybe he did. But the last thing I wanted was for him to back away like he had when I’d seen him gloriously naked for the first time.

  “I need you, Jett. Please!” The plea was accurate for the way I was feeling. I wanted to crawl inside him, wallow in him, and never come out again.

  He moved, changing position and hefting his upper body up so our gazes met and clashed with a violent passion that nearly made me crumble from the intensity.

  The strong muscles in his arms held him steady as he pummeled into me, and I met him stroke for stroke as I surged to meet his powerful thrusts.

  My fists clawed at the bedspread, trying to keep my body grounded.

  He’d moved into a position where his cock flirted with my clit, and the sensation of him pounding into me and the stimulation of the small, sensitive nub was more than I could bear at the same time.

  “You’re killing me!” I screamed as my climax steamrolled me.

  We lost eye contact when I couldn’t take anymore. I arched my back and gave myself over to the pleasure and the tension that Jett had built up inside me.

  I felt my inner muscles clench around his cock, and his groan was definitely a sign that he was close.

  “Fuck!” he yelled out as he continued to piston into me with longer, harder movements.

  As I started to find my way back to earth, I watched Jett as he orgasmed, his head thrown back with abandon, the muscles in his neck flexing as he found his own release.

  It was the most earthy, beautiful thing I’d ever watched.

  He collapsed on top of me, but I welcomed his impressive body mass as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I felt vulnerable, but I knew he was there to keep me safe.

  There was no sound except our harsh, uneven attempts to take in air while we both tried to catch our breath.

  He rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was sprawled on top of his chest.

  “I’m not even going to try to explain what just happened,” Jett said coarsel
y as his breathing started to become normal again.

  “If sex is always like that, then I missed out.”

  Jett tightened his arms around me. “It’s not.”

  “Then I’m glad I waited for you,” I murmured.

  “I’m glad you did, too,” he answered in a rough baritone.

  As my eyes grew heavy, and my body sluggish, I fell asleep in the arms of the man I knew I couldn’t live without.

  And that thought really didn’t frighten me anymore at all.

  Jett

  From the moment I entered the Lawson complex the following morning in a custom power suit and tie, everyone was blatantly staring.

  I didn’t really blame them. I hadn’t set foot in our offices since my accident.

  But I’d woken up this morning ready to get to work with my crew in person.

  Yes, I could handle most things from my home office, but I needed to meet with my senior people, and it was way past time I got back to leading my team from our headquarters. It was a talented group of people who deserved better leadership than I’d been giving them.

  I was done hiding, and using the accident as an excuse not to face the world and my brothers…one brother in particular.

  I wasn’t exactly angry at Carter anymore, but I wasn’t ready to bury the hatchet, either.

  Carter drank too much, went through women like a person with a bad cold goes through tissues, and he didn’t give a damn about the consequences of his actions.

  He was reckless and had fallen into the superficial world that some of the powerfully rich in the world sunk into.

  I didn’t think he was playing the game anymore; he was living in it.

  My eldest brother, Mason, did most of the traveling for the company, and also headed a difficult branch of technology. Mason was relentless in his attempt to dominate the world.

  I had one brother who was too damn serious, and another who couldn’t seem to think about anybody but himself.

  I stepped into one of the many elevators available, and used my security code to get access to the executive suites.

  Maybe I’d done fine at home. My work had always gotten done by the deadline. But I was the owner of one of the most powerful tech companies in the world, and we were still growing. I had an incredible team, and we were always better together.