Lucas (A Billionaire Bad Boy Novel)

by Adriana Jones

  A part of me wanted to try to explain it away, but that was futile. This man loved me. And I loved him.

  “I love you,” he said. “Tia, I fucking love you.”

  I was glad he didn’t go on about how he loved my pussy, like usual. No, he loved me. All of me. And I looked forward to hearing those sweet words a lot more.

  Wedding dress pushed up, my legs almost over head, my pussy wide for him, I was in heaven. Lucas slipped in and kissed me in between his long, sensual strokes. Each time, his filling cock caressed my insides and pushed me even closer to the edge.

  I clenched, I heated up, I screamed wildly for him to keep going.

  “I love you,” he said again, this time, crashing himself into me as he said it.

  He kept repeating it, each time, pummeling me into the mattress even more. His cock stuffed me each time, and I stretched, trying to take it.

  “That hot pussy wants my cum so badly. I can feel it... Fuck, it’s too fucking good. I’m going to come.”

  “Yes, yes,” I pleaded now.

  A baby, a house, a happy life with Lucas, hell yes, I wanted all of it.

  “Give it to me,” I screamed.

  He snatched my jaw and then planted a kiss on my lips. After he broke away, he ravaged me, sliding his slick cock madly into me as he neared his peak.

  “Fuck.”

  And then unloaded.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” he yelled again. He collapsed onto me. When he did, he buried his cock even deeper, and my pussy spread, and I leaned back, trying to get him even closer to my womb.

  It was like we became one in that moment. I came, and he came, and we clashed together, forming a real bond that would never be broken.

  “Tia,” he said, and clasped my face between his palms. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I said, but not convincingly. “How are you?”

  “Just fine.” Lucas groaned. A long, satisfied groan.

  “Just...fine,” he groaned again. I entwined my fingers with his, to keep him braced against my chest.

  We would remain in that position until he broke out of his daze.

  Then we went at it again.

  Not because he wanted to make sure that he’d done the deed, but because he couldn’t help himself. Lucas found me irresistible.

  I might’ve questioning it before, but now? No. Hell no.

  I lived it up. We made good use of that penthouse suite.

  Chapter 20

  Five months later

  I pulled up to our house in the car I’d gotten through Lucas, who had given me a check for my past troubles. I didn’t want to accept it. It didn’t seem right. But he told me after what his uncle had done and his company’s involvement in the case, that I deserved every penny. My mother’s hospital bills should’ve been paid for.

  I refused. But he wouldn’t let me. So I took it. With one stipulation, that I would eventually pay him back.

  It still seemed strange to call this my house. We shared accounts now. Hell, I advised Lucas not to do it. When did he ever listen?

  “There’s no one else,” he said after I brought it up. If I was a financial advisor, I wouldn’t do it. I still had some debt from dropped college classes.

  Again, he wouldn’t hear it.

  With the money, I helped my mother get better rehabilitation. Then I put the rest of the money toward my new business, animal rehabilitation. My husband also offered some invaluable instructions on how to set it up and turn a profit.

  My husband, a billionaire genius...I must’ve fallen into some alternate reality where everything right happened.

  It was that golden hour, just before sunset, when I almost rapped on Lucas’s front door, expecting to spend the night there. Then I stopped myself from acting on muscle memory and simply entered my front door.

  Lucas came out to welcome me. He’d always seemed on edge before. Now, he had a pleasant glow that permeated his being.

  “Let me check for the kick.” Lucas placed his hand on my baby bump. The baby moved a little, and he got all misty.

  Who knew Lucas would be such a family man?

  “I’ve got something for you,” I said, all business. Oh, how times had changed. I pulled out a check from my purse and placed it in Lucas’s open palm.

  “This is a lot of money.”

  I smirked. “Is that a problem?”

  “No...er, no, not at all. Money is always welcome here.” He tucked the check into his pocket.

  Lucas never cared if I paid him back. I wanted more of a reaction. Perhaps this was for the best.

  “How’s business?” he asked as we walked up the steps to our bedroom. Right to the bedroom was where we usually went now that I had the baby. That, or the kitchen. Lucas had hired a private chef, and I whenever I was forced to eat some paltry snacks during a long work day, I craved that good cooking.

  “Business is fine. I saw on the internet that your speech went well.”

  Lucas had recently given a speech on why we needed to fix America’s infrastructure, which he believed fell to the wayside. His number one goal was self-driving cars. His number two was fixing the already deteriorated roads and bridges.

  Everyone could get behind number two, so he focused on that first. “It went excellent, as you know,” he said. “But that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about how you’re doing.”

  “We’re getting a new buffalo tomorrow, I think.” One of our buffalo's, Georgina, was pregnant and due soon.

  Visitors were allowed to drive past their roaming areas, which wasn’t much like a zoo. The animals had far more space to roam, and there were even nature trails where adventurous hikers could visit different fenced in areas. We kept careful watch over the animals.

  “You’re doing great.” He sat down next to me. Lucas rubbed my stomach, then he kissed my forehead, and we both leaned back in bed, able to relax….drama free.

  Six months later

  Lucas

  I reclined back in my seat and proudly watched Tia move about the party. Ava was strapped to her chest in a baby sling, and my heart swelled at the sight of my new family. Our guests couldn’t get enough of them. They were all amazed like I was. Tia was a wonderful mother and wife, like I’d always knew she would be.

  A few tents were set up near the pool. It was a laid back party for my birthday—not really the reason it had been planned, but to get everyone together since many had last seen us in the hospital for Ava’s birth. The next year had been a tired and busy one. That tends to happen when newborns are involved.

  “Don’t be alarmed,” I heard behind me.

  I sprung back to look. I knew that voice well. Even though I hadn’t heard it in a while, it was firmly planted in my memory.

  My father.

  With Brent standing right beside him.

  He wasn’t dressed in a suit for once. It was a polo shirt, but it was welcome to see, and he was smiling.

  “I thought it was time,” he said, and I jumped to my feet.

  Brent took a step forward. “This was my doing. I’ve been telling your father how happy you are, since he’s been asking, and I think it’s about time you began to talk again.”

  “I would like to see my grandchild, Lucas. I’d like to see you again. And I’d like to apologize to Tia.” He bowed grimly, his lips twitching as he remembered what he’d said about her. “Forgive me?” he asked.

  Anger started to boil in me as I remembered what he’d done, but his apology seemed sincere. I’d wanted to mend the wound, and didn’t know of a way, except for my father to apologize.

  I was glad he did.

  “You’re welcome to join the party, Dad. But behave. If you don’t, you’re out,” I warned him.

  He went for a hug, thought twice after he saw how defensive I was, then thanked me and mingled with the rest of the guests. I turned around to watch him approach Tia. Her face was priceless, then she warmed up, I imagined because my father was apologizing.

 
“With that, everything’s fallen into place,” Brent said, standing beside me.

  “Thank you, Brent.”

  He clapped me on the shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to see you happy, Lucas. I’m glad I got to see it happen.”

  “I am happy. Incredibly happy. I didn’t think it was possible before. Thought I’d be a miserable prick forever.”

  Tia smiled and waved at me. She took Ava’s hand and made her wave too.

  Brent and I waved back.

  Before I left to join Tia, I wanted to ask Brent a question that had been bugging me. “Tell me, did you know Tia’s mother was involved in the accident? The one that our company was involved in?”

  “I met her during one of the trials. She didn’t remember me the next time I saw her. I thought she would make a good match for you, and you with her, and look at you now.”

  “I suppose I owe you a lot,” I said.

  He put up a hand to stop me. “No, please. You all did this. Now go enjoy it.”

  “Thanks, Brent.” I hurried off to join my family.

  Ava grabbed for me as I approached. Others noticed and made some noise over it.

  “Look, she wants her daddy.”

  Tia spun to talk to everyone. “She loves her daddy.”

  I gave Ava a little pat on the head. Then my hand streaked across Tia’s cheek, and I brushed up against her for a kiss. Her lips were sweet like candy, and like always, I found I wanted more.

  “It looks like everyone’s having a good time.”

  She beamed at me, her eyes sunny, her smile warm. “Just think, a few years ago, there would be drama a plenty.”

  “I enjoy it drama free.” Ava reached out for me again, and I let her curl her tiny hand around my finger.

  “And a few years ago, we would’ve been running off to have some private time.” She winked at me.

  I stiffened. I glanced around.

  Then Ava’s big eyes, like her mother’s, focused in on me. There was no chance of alone time with a one-year-old.

  “Easy there,” Tia said, smirking about something. What was so funny?

  Tia couldn’t keep a secret like me. She blurted it out much too soon. I don’t think she could handle seeing me look so distressed. “Mom said she’d look after Ava for a few hours tonight. We’ll have the night to ourselves.”

  “Have I mentioned how much I love you?” I gave Tia a long kiss.

  She broke away. “Now I’ve got to go mingle with our guests. I suppose you should as well. Or at least try to while we wait.”

  “You know me too well.”

  As I watched her walk away with Ava, I said to myself that’s your beautiful wife with your beautiful child. Look how happy they are.

  Look how perfect it all is…

  I would be thinking of her the entire time.

  When it came to Tia, I could never get enough.

  In Bed With the Outlaw (The Ride to Come)

  Beaten yet beautiful, I waited on the side of the road for the inevitable motorcycle caravan. All of this—where I would be, my broken-down car, even the bruises around my eyes, was planned weeks in advance. It all was going according to plan, until someone I wasn’t expecting stepped off his bike. Wearing the same colors as the other bikers, he was a Blessed Bastard, but something about him was different.

  He scared the hell out of me. Anyone in their right mind would be scared, but this guy, he intrigued me too. Maybe it was the savageness that I saw in his eyes tinged with concern that said this man was different. He was complicated. Far too complicated for me to get a read on him at once. Not the simple brute I expected, he knocked me off course.

  My plan would need tweaking.

  His name was Red, and as soon as he locked eyes with me, I knew I was in for a wicked, wild ride.

  IBWTO (Chapter 1)

  My plan began in the ring. I wasn’t an intimidating girl, unless you counted my sometimes loud mouth. Standing at 5’6 and hardly athletic, it was strange to be throwing punches, even stranger to be throwing them at a man. Most of my weight seemed to be in my frizzy, thick black hair, currently pulled back somehow with a strong hair tie. My opponent wasn’t a nobody, but a battle-hardened boxer, chest and abs hard as bricks, his neck looking like three stacked on top of one another. Above, his gloves danced. Below, his feet did their own intricate shuffle, confusing me even more.

  Out of my league, the plan was going smoothly. My opponent didn’t agree. Sparring a woman wasn’t cool. Taking her down easily, without hurting her, was his plan.

  But beating me was necessary. For my plan. The men around me, grizzled veterans of the ring, already slick with sweat...thank God for all of the fans and the air conditioning blasting, pounded the sides of the canvas, urging us on. For once in my life, a beating would be for a good cause. If I was going to trick the motorcycle club, The Blessed Bastards, that I was a battered woman in need of their help, I needed the bruises to prove it.

  Ask me to do this a year ago, I would’ve gladly shown up to the job with bruises from my abusive husband, no planning necessary, but that was a year ago, and he was long gone, or so I prayed.

  I jabbed. A blur, he easily blocked, my punch knocked away. This guy was fast. Another blocked jab. He circled me, showing off his footwork.

  Oh come on, just hit me. Were we really going to do this? I didn’t have all day. I had a few hours, then I needed to be on the side of the road with my broken-down car.

  Giving more rapid-fire jabs, my lungs, pumping for air, hurt more than I was hurting him. One jab struck his jaw. Wrapped in the protective boxing mitt, my hand still throbbed.

  “Come on, fight me, you pussy,” I screamed.

  The magic word, the word that could piss off any man...pussy. It sounded a little awkward with the mouthguard in, more like “pruushy,” but everyone understood. They were slapping the ring, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

  When he didn’t act, I screamed it again, PRUSSHY, then started to bat him on the side of the head. The men hooted and hollered.

  He responded with his first punch, socking me right in the eye. Searing pain swept from my skull to my toes. I was worried that I fell. Somehow, I remained standing. I could even open my eye a sliver.

  “Is that it?”

  Prusshy, prusshy, prusshy, I kept yelling it, and soon enough, the next blow came, this one knocking me right on my ass. Eyes throbbing, it hurt to keep them open, so it seemed good enough. We were done.

  The ten count rang. It was the desired outcome but I hated to lose. I wanted to get on the road right away. At least, taking out the Blessed Bastards could be a victory. The men rushed into the ring, helping me up on my dazed feet. Leaning against them far too long, I shrugged them off and darted for the opposite ropes.

  Jack, my trainer, screamed for me. “You sure you’re good?”

  “I’m fine,” I said as I slipped out of the boxing ring to the female changing room, going by memory and the tiny sliver of vision granted in my battered eyes.

  “Hey, don’t leave like that,” he shouted after me.

  “It’s not personal,” I yelled back. “I’ve got work.”

  They shared a laugh. I could hear behind me, “That’s one tough girl. She’ll be fine,” from the owner, Rick, as I shut the locker room door.

  There weren’t many girls who boxed which meant they could only afford one of everything. There was one bench, one row of lockers, one shower, a sink, and a toilet. Splashing cold water on my eyes, I could open them, but it took some work. Rattled, searing pain emerged from between my eyes, a headache already forming. I wondered how I would manage to pull this off, but when I saw two rings of puffiness, it drew a slight smile and a whole lot of motivation.

  Focused on my end goal, busting The Bastards, putting them all behind bars, I put on eyeshadow, marking myself with blue and yellow hues to help with the bruising, but my thoughts naturally fell to Joe. Joe, my ex husband and protector of the weak, one of the finest in blue, used to hit me and leave me fa
r worse. Like his father before him, and my father as well, their anger could be scary. Their anger could make me fear for my life.

  Should the plan be forgotten? Stopping now would destroy me. Bruises triggered bad memories. In a way, I was destined to play this role. Beat-up, down-on-her-luck waitress with an abusive boyfriend. Too close to the truth.

  Stop it, I told myself. I bat my lashes, causing a ripple of pain to rock me, but I still managed a smile. You’re much stronger than that. Your story is a lot more complex than that. You’re not really so desperate, you’re not really so weak.

  Because here you are, getting ready to take down one of the biggest MCs in the country.

  I knew the danger of what I was about to face. If I messed up, I would get more than a little bruise. My life would be over.

  Driving through the desert with my Bluetooth on, dressed like a waitress ready to serve at The Long Road Driver, I would never arrive on time. The Bluetooth looked out of place, the only real way anyone would know that I was faking, but it would be ditched before I got to my spot.

  It was a beautiful, cloudless day, which I could only say with earnest because my AC was cranked up. Toward Barstow, California, into the desert I went. It’d been months since I made the move from Maryland, but I still couldn’t get over the heat. It was a nice change of pace. But things were about to get real for me. This would no longer be a vacation. This would be my first real step against the club.

  Time to call Wyatt. The phone rang once before he picked up.

  “Ash.” He sounded relieved to hear me.

  “Heading to the meeting point now.”

  “Ready to take that apron off?”

  “I was starting to get used to it.”

  “You can turn back now. This is your last chance. We’ve been over this, but I thought I would warn you again. This is the last time you have the option.”

  Without a pause, I spoke into the Bluetooth, “Good to go. I didn’t just get punched in the face for nothing.”