by Claire Adams
Drew’s continued piston action prolonged the orgasm, and I bit my hand to avoid another scream, attracting the attention of anyone who might be out in the office area if I hadn’t already.
With a final loud grunt, Drew’s cock swelled, and he shot his load deep inside me, his warmth adding to my own. He propped himself on his arms, staying inside me as we both struggled to catch our breath.
Finally, Drew pulled out, and I let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. I would have loved to stay in his office and have sex all day, but we both did have jobs to do.
He grinned at me as he pulled up his pants. “You know we’ve had sex more times not in a bed than in a bed. Do you have something against beds?”
“No. Maybe I should be asking you that.” I laughed and rolled off his desk. “We’ve not tried your bed yet. Is it bigger than mine?”
Drew smirked, “Way bigger. We can try all sorts of positions. Everything I have is big.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not everything’s a contest, you know.”
“Seriously though, you haven’t seen my house yet,” he said. “I think you should. This Friday. Now that I know we’re together, I can also have a big surprise for Jack. But I don’t want you to come over before the surprise.”
I stared at him, wondering what surprise he had in store. He was so thoughtful, I had no doubt it would be something special.
“Okay, then, this Friday, I’ll see where you live.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
Drew
I waited outside in the driveway of my house. I’d given Cat the address, and she told me she’d go pick Jack up from daycare and then stop by. I hoped she’d hurry, but it wasn’t like she was going to race through town with her son in the car.
The setting sun painted the sky orange-red. I wondered if I should have set up the reveal for Saturday so we didn’t have to worry about work. It didn’t matter. There was nothing I could do about it now but wait for my girlfriend and her son to arrive.
I started pacing, my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket, hoping Cat would arrive sooner than later. Though maybe it didn’t really matter. After all, it’s not like she couldn’t stay overnight at my house.
I couldn’t help but wonder why I’d never brought her over before. Maybe I was afraid on some level that she’d be spooked by my house and end things. Now, though, we’d made it through the hard part, and I was sure that we had a future together.
A familiar car drove down the street, and I moved to my lawn to clear the driveway.
Cat’s car pulled up and parked. Cat helped Jack out of his seat, then walked toward me, eyeing my house.
“This is your house?” she asked.
I glanced over at it and then back to her. “Last time I checked. My name’s on the paperwork, at least.”
“You live in a mansion?” Cat said.
“Yay! Mansion!” Jack cheered.
I looked over at my house again, thinking it all over. It wasn’t really a mansion in my mind. I mean it had ten rooms, a huge pool, and all that crap, but plenty of people lived in bigger houses, even in Denver. I guess it was all relative.
“I am the CEO of a Fortune 500 company,” I pointed out, suddenly feeling mischievous. “It’d be kind of weird if I lived in a studio apartment. Though I have lived in a lot of those, and motels, and that sort of thing back when I was on the road.”
“It’s not that I have a problem with it. It’s a nice house, or mansion or whatever. I guess it all makes sense. It’s just seeing it is a bit different. It kind of really makes the whole thing seem real.”
I laughed. “What was I before? A figment of your imagination?”
“I know you made the hospital donation, but I guess it’s hard to see you as a rich guy, versus just some biker who likes to splash a little cash around.”
Jack waited quietly by his mother, a smile on his face.
“Does it bother you? That I’m rich?”
“It’d be stupid to be mad at my boyfriend for being rich. It’s just a lot to take in now that I’m being confronted with it.” Cat sighed. “Not trying to sound like a gold digger, and let me remind you that I fell in love with you before I saw your mansion, but now I am curious.”
“Curious about what? If you have a question, just ask it. No more secrets. Okay?”
Cat let out another long sigh. “It’s just you made a million-dollar donation without any trouble, can rent out entire buildings, and all sorts of stuff.”
I smirked. “It’s not that impressive.”
“Yes, yes, it is.”
“Bill Gates or Jeff Bezos could buy and sell me any day.” I shrugged and offered her a merry grin.
“Yeah, and I’m richer than some refugee from some war-torn country, but still, I want to know.”
“Know what?”
“Just—how rich are you?”
I scratched my eyebrow. “You could look it up on the internet, you know. It’s not like it’s some sort of national secret.”
Honestly, I could have just been straightforward with her, but I liked seeing her squirm a little. For all my time on the road, I did get that I’d grown up with a rich dad, and I’d never truly understand what life would be like if you had to worry about things like medical bills.
One thing I was hoping Cat would start realizing is that since she was dating me, I could help her out. She didn’t have to fear the future anymore. She had a damn rich boyfriend now, and I could afford to spoil her in ways she’d never dreamed.
Cat rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, stop playing games and just tell me how rich you are. You know, net worth and all that.”
I shrugged, “Well, it’s complicated.”
“Complicated?”
“Yeah, it’s not like I just have a pile of money sitting in one bank account. A lot of my wealth is in stock in the company, and I’d have to liquidate it if I needed serious cash.”
Cat scoffed. “So a million dollars isn’t serious cash?”
I couldn’t resist a smirk. “That’s just semi-serious cash.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Now you’re just messing with me on purpose.”
I winked. “Maybe.”
“Just tell me already.”
I held up my hands. “Okay, okay. If I cashed everything in, and ignoring taxes, I guess I’d pass the billion-dollar mark.”
Cat’s eyes bugged out. “You’re a billionaire? A billionaire biker?”
“I like that. Billionaire biker. I should make that my official title at the company.”
“I want to be a billionaire biker when I grow up,” Jack said.
I chuckled at the boy.
“Listen to yourself,” Cat said. “You’re acting like it’s no big deal.”
I laughed. “Come on. You had to already kind of know that. You’ve been working for my company in one way or another for a while now.”
Cat shook her head. “It’s not like they talked about your personal wealth in the HR orientation.”
My stomach knotted. Did it really bother her that much? I know she was proud and concerned with taking care of Jack. Maybe the difference in wealth was just too much for her to handle. I didn’t want to believe that, but I’d already made a number of bad assumptions in our time together.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to believe Cat would reject me for being too rich. That sounded crazy. The one thing I could offer her was financial stability.
It was time to make sure.
I nodded slowly and stared at her. “Does it really matter? I love you, and you love me. And being rich is way better than being a bum.”
Cat chuckled. “No, I guess it doesn’t really matter, and you’re right. It’s not like I would have liked it more if you were penniless, and I had to pay your rent.”
Jack tugged on the sleeve of my jacket. “Where’s my surprise?”
“Oh, yeah, let’s go see that.” I motioned toward the garage. I pressed a button on the remote, and the garage door rose with a gro
an.
A half-dozen Strokers sat inside.
Jack clapped. “Yay! Motorcycles!”
I glanced over at Cat. She was still smiling. Good. We’d made some progress.
“Are those my surprise?” Jack asked.
I laughed. “No way, little man. Not anytime soon. Follow me. I don’t even ride most of them.”
I walked through the garage pass the gleaming bicycles to the door leading into my house. Cat and Jack followed.
Once inside, it took a quick trip down the hall and then up the stairs to a closed door.
“I think your stairway is bigger than my entire house,” Cat said, staring down at the first floor.
“It’s technically the family house,” I said. “My dad left it to both my sister and I in his will, but she wanted me to have it.”
“Have you ever thought about selling it? It’s seems like a lot of space for a bachelor who isn’t home much.”
I shook my head. “I can’t sell it.”
“You can’t?”
I considered for a moment and then shrugged. “I guess it’s more like I won’t.”
Cat blinked. “Why? It doesn’t seem like you’re the kind of guy who cares that much about having some expensive house to show off.”
“Because it’s a direct link to my parents. It’s a memory of loved ones.”
“More than anything, I can understand that.”
That was true enough. Her hatred of motorcycles was a way of clinging to the memory of a loved one.
“Besides,” I added, “maybe I don’t use it, but before that’s because I was a single guy. Now I’m officially dating a woman with a kid, so we could spend more time here, and I can really use a lot more of this space.” I ran my finger along the wall. “I probably need to hire someone to come in and dust,” I snickered.
Cat laughed. “I think you’d need a whole harem along with their kids to fill up this house.”
“Don’t tempt me. Should I get some more models?”
She shook a fist at me. “Just try it, buddy.”
I grinned. “Just joking.” I turned to Jack. “Ready for your surprise, Jack?”
Jack nodded eagerly. The little guy had been beyond patient for a five-year-old who’d been told he was getting something special.
I turned the doorknob and opened the door. I gestured inside. “All yours, little man.”
The boy cheered and rushed inside the room.
The room had been freshly painted blue by me. This was a case where I could have hired someone, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to have a direct connection to Jack, and preparing this room was an easy way to do just that.
Several huge boxes lay on the floor, all filled with all sorts of toys—action figures, stuffed animals, dinosaurs, and lots and lots of motorcycle toys, mostly Strokers, of course. I stuck a few other brands in there, but not many. No reason to get the boy too excited about the enemy’s product. If he wanted to pick an inferior bike in the future when he was a man, that was his choice.
I grumbled to myself, pissing myself off about something that wouldn’t happen for years. Talk about creating problems for yourself.
A twin-sized bed with dinosaur comforters and sheets sat in the corner. I didn’t want this just to be a playroom. I wanted Jack to think of this room as his bedroom, a home away from home.
“Can I play with the toys, Mommy?” Jack said. “Can I? Can I? Please?”
Cat nodded with a smile. “Of course, sweetie.”
“They are all yours,” I said. “Have fun.”
Jack all but dived into the boxes and started pulling out motorcycles and dinosaurs to play with. The sight filled me with joy. It was great to see such happiness. Such innocence.
“Now that we’re officially dating without any confusion,” I said, “I figured you could spend more time over here, and I wanted to make sure Jack had a place that he liked to stay. His own bedroom.”
Cat threw her arms around me and gave me a light kiss. “You’re so thoughtful.”
I kissed her back. “I try.”
She leaned over to whispered into my ear. “And do I get my own room?”
“I’d prefer if you stayed in my room, you know, the one with the big bed,” I whispered back.
Her face reddened, and a little giggle escaped.
Jack looked up from his toys for a second.
“I love you, Drew.”
“I love you, Cat.”
“Someday, I hope I can get you on a bike, but I know it’ll be a while, and I’m willing to wait.”
Cat nodded. “I’m working on it. I just need time.”
I kissed her again. “That’s enough for me.”
I pulled her into a hug, and then Jack rushed over to hug our legs.
The hole in my heart had been filled by this mother and his son. I had something stronger than the road to call me home.
Epilogue
Catherine
The music swelled, and I looked over the gathered crowd. It seemed like half the people from the company were guests at our wedding. They all sat in folding chairs in Drew’s huge backyard. It was hard not to laugh at the two dozen or so huge bikers sitting in the crowd.
I was amazed at all the guys he still kept in contact with from his years on the road. Though in the age of smartphones, that kind of thing was a lot less difficult than it used to be.
Given the tattoos and looks of some of these guys, I didn’t think they were all on the right side of the law, but they were behaving themselves, so I had no complaints. Several of the other guests, however, kept eyeing the men as if expecting them to get up and rob everyone.
Drew trusted them, though, so I trusted them. I’d learned a lot from being with him—about judging people, about my own strength, and about letting go of the past. We’d made each other better.
Finally, four years after my first husband had died, I was able to put him to rest and truly open my heart to a new man, a man I loved so much more than I’d ever thought possible.
I marched down the red path leading me to this man that would soon be my husband. It had been over a year since I’d first seen his house, and I’d been living there with Jack for six months now. Last month, Drew had popped the question and suggested we get married sooner than later. I had agreed to both.
He asked if I wanted some ridiculous million-dollar wedding, but I’d turned him down. The important thing was our love. I didn’t care about all the fanciness. Besides, I was already marrying a billionaire. If I wanted fancy, I could have fancy and expensive for the rest of my life.
I marched up to Drew and the rest of the wedding party, a smile on my face. I couldn’t get over how adorable Jack looked as the ring bearer or how beautiful Daniella looked as my maid of honor. Drew’s best man was Bill, a huge biker with a shaved head.
They’d met during Drew’s days on the road. This man was so large, it looked like his tuxedo might burst at any moment.
“Dearly beloved,” the pastor began, “we are gathered here today to join Drew and Catherine in holy matrimony.”
Despite the lovely words, I found that I didn’t care. Instead, I stared at Drew, my heart ready to burst from all the love I felt. Perfect. Everything about him was perfect, and I couldn’t help but feel so lucky that I had stumbled across him.
He had healed my heart and became a father to my son. I loved him now and would love him until the day I died.
I couldn’t help but think about how we’d met by chance due to my modeling job and how I’d almost thrown it all away because of my hatred of bikes. Now I was marrying this handsome, intelligent, kind, and generous man. What would my life have been like if I hadn’t lucked into finding him?
The pastor’s words cut into my thoughts. “Do you, Drew, take Catherine as your lawfully wedded wife?”
I guess he’d already said the part about objections. Though I suspected if anyone dared object, the horde of bikers would have dragged him off to teach him a lesson. Just the presence of
Bill standing there was enough to convince anyone to keep their mouth shut.
“I do,” Drew said.
“And do you, Catherine, take Drew as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
Drew slipped on the ring to my finger.
“By the power vested in me,” the pastor said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The crowd erupted in a cheer, and I could hear Mom, Jack, Daniella, Briana, and Jessica’s voices through the cacophony.
Drew dipped me back, and his mouth smashed against mine. I eagerly opened my mouth to my new husband’s tongue. Talk about your public displays of affection, but if you couldn’t super-kiss in public on your wedding day, when could you?
Husband and wife. I was now Catherine Stroker, wife of the billionaire biker.
* * *
Jack piled into Mom’s car and waved to me. I waved back.
“Be nice to Grandma,” I said. “I’ll call you every night, and if you’re bad, she’ll tell me.”
Jack grinned. “Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll be nice.”
I wasn’t really worried. The older Jack grew, the more caring and empathetic he became. He was a sensitive and sweet boy, but at the same time, Drew was teaching him how to be strong for himself and others. I couldn’t wait to see the kind of man he would become.
Mom closed his door and then slipped into her driver’s seat. It was nice of her to offer to take Jack for the honeymoon. Drew could have afforded a babysitter, but we thought it would be better for our son to be with family for such a long period.
I sighed, content, as Mom waved and pulled out of our driveway. It was still hard to get used to thinking of the driveway of this huge mansion as our instead of Drew’s.
At least I didn’t have to clean the place, and even that felt weird. I mean, technically I had maids who worked for me now, even if they didn’t live with us.
We had briefly discussed moving somewhere else, but Drew insisted that he wanted to keep the house in the family. I could understand that. I ended up selling my house, and I put the money into a college fund for Jack, but given who his stepfather was now, I didn’t think paying for college would be a problem.
