Not Husband Material: Billionaire's Contract Series

by Violet Paige

  I ran my thumb over her bottom lip and stared into her eyes.

  I’d never seen such trust. Such innocence.

  I sighed when her hands wrapped around my dick, sliding up and down. I rolled on my back as Kaitlyn move to straddle me. I didn’t recognize the vixen hovering over me.

  The sex kitten sliding over my body was toying with me. She lowered her head over my cock as her hair swept against my chest.

  My hands tangled in her hair. Her mouth opened. Her tongue circled the swollen head of my shaft.

  “Baby, you’re killing me,” I groaned.

  She licked the side like a lollypop, tracing the thick vein on the side. And then she settled over the head and with one inhale I thrust inside her.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  She bobbed over me, working up and down, feasting on my cock. I’d never seen anything as sexy as those pouty lips wrapped around the base of my dick. When had little Kaitlyn Sinclair learned to give blow jobs like this?

  I didn’t want to know. I didn’t care. I fucked her beautiful mouth relentlessly.

  She was unbelievable. Her eyes fired with mischief.

  It wasn’t going to end like this. I lifted her chin toward me.

  “I have a condom.” I searched the bed for it.

  “But don’t you want me to keep going?” she whispered.

  I nodded. “But I’d rather fuck you, baby.”

  “Oh God. This is really happening.”

  It was the way she said it. As if it was something she’d thought about.

  I found the condom and ripped the corner of the packet. I rolled it over my cock, still wet from her mouth.

  I pressed Kaitlyn on her back. “Unless you want me to stop?” My teeth sank into her shoulder.

  She shook her head. “Don’t stop. I just can’t believe this.”

  I hushed her with a rough kiss. “Kaitlyn.”

  Her eyes flickered open.

  I nudged my cock between her legs. I pressed at her entrance, allowing her to stretch around me for a second. “For tonight,” I answered her. That was supposed to make this ok.

  My chest seized. I couldn’t hold back.

  Her nails dug into my skin as I thrust inside her.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  She was tight and hot. Something primal inside me took over and I wanted to get lost inside her. Bury myself so far I was seared inside. I wanted her to feel me tomorrow.

  I grabbed the headboard and gripped it for more traction and sank inside her walls, hissing at how fucking incredible she felt. Every inch.

  I pumped in and out, feeling the sweat trickled down my chest and back. I would make this an all-night marathon if I could. I’d fuck her until the sun came up.

  She cried out as another orgasm hit her.

  It was like she had my dick in a vice. “Damn, girl.” I bit my lip, trying to keep the inevitable from happening.

  If I was only going to fuck her once, it was going to be something we never forgot and it wasn’t going to last fifteen minutes.

  She panted. “Oh my God, Cole.”

  I slipped my hands under her, lifting her from the bed. “Get on your knees, baby.”

  She rolled on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air.

  I plunged inside, taking in this new angle. I rounded my hand over her bottom, giving her a slap.

  She yelped and pressed back into me harder.

  I gripped her hips. If she wanted harder, I could do that. I slammed her back onto my cock.

  “Cole,” she hissed. “Fuck. That feels good.”

  “I didn’t take you for the rough type.” My palm struck her ass again and she clenched my dick. “But damn it, Kaitlyn, you feel good.”

  I rode her from behind, knowing I’d come faster than I wanted here. I pulled out and positioned her at the end of the bed. I took one foot and then the other to the floor before throwing her legs on my shoulders.

  I took her ass in my hands and sank my cock in her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her hands roamed her tits. She was sexy and soft. Beautiful and a spitfire in my bed. She was more than I ever expected. More than I could have predicted.

  I pushed into her, savoring it. Knowing this would never happen again.

  My name fell on her lips and I leaned forward.

  I was going to come. My spine tingled and tied in a knot. I inhaled her lips as the orgasm tore me to shreds. My knees landed on the mattress as I slammed into Kaitlyn, bringing her hips to waist.

  “Fuck, Kaitlyn.”

  Her arms wrapped around me as she was lost to her third orgasm.

  I was spent. I was exhausted.

  I carefully pulled out, disposing of the condom.

  Kaitlyn bit her lip nervously as I climbed back on the bed.

  “Cole?” She searched my eyes.

  “Shh.” I tucked her in under my arm. “Sleep. We don’t have to talk about it.” I kissed her forehead. “It was amazing, but we’re on the same page about this.”

  “We are?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  12

  Kaitlyn

  There was a stream of sunlight coming in through the widows just past the blackout drapes. I tried to move my arm, but it was trapped.

  My mouth fell open when I realized why.

  Cole.

  Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream this time. He had stayed all night.

  My heart pounded. What had he meant last night when he said we were on the same page? I was too exhausted and satisfied to ask.

  He rolled toward me, his hand resting on the curve of my hip.

  His eyes flashed open.

  “Good morning,” I whispered.

  “Hey, darlin’.”

  I didn’t know if he was going to run out my room or just casually stroll out as if last night didn’t happen.

  My breasts rose high with a heavy breath. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Last night my fantasy had come true. A dream was realized. And now what? How did we move into today?

  Cole’s eyes landed on my nipples. “God damn, girl. When did you get these incredible tits?”

  His finger traced over my breast and my nipple hardened under his touch.

  I sighed. “You like them?”

  He nodded. “More than I should.”

  He lowered his mouth to my nipple and his tongue lashed over the flesh. He pulled it into his mouth. I squirmed.

  “You can like them as much as you want,” I teased. “Did you even notice them when I was in high school?”

  He shook his head. “You do realize you are seven years younger than me? The first time I met you, you were thirteen, I think.”

  “I know exactly how old I was.” I moaned as his tongue swirled over my nipple.

  “And you definitely didn’t have these.” He pinched the taut bud with his fingers watching with lust as I bowed under him.

  “More,” I whispered. “Give me more, Cole.”

  “No. No I can’t.” He moved to the other side and I rolled onto my back so he could have all the access he wanted.

  I reached down. He was already hard. I fisted his cock in my hand. The silky smooth skin slid under my palm. My thumb massaged his tip.

  I wanted him again. Sex with Cole had been the single most amazing sexual experience of my life. Not that I had many. But I was officially addicted to his body.

  “Kaitlyn,” he groaned, kissing my neck.

  “Yes?”

  “We’re not doing this this morning.” He pushed off the bed and looked down at me.

  “What? We’re not?”

  He moved my hand away. “I’ve already fucked up. I’ve gotta do the right thing, Kaitlyn.”

  He tucked the sheet around my chest and reached down for his boxer briefs.

  “What do you mean?” I was angry. “Do you regret it?”

  “No. Hell no. But it doesn’t mean we can do it again. It was great. You were great.” He turned to find his shorts.

  “Great?”
My eyes narrowed.

  He rubbed the back of his head. Damn it, why was he so ripped and chiseled? I followed the contoured lines of his biceps.

  “Great was the wrong word.” He sat on the edge of the bed, tilting my chin toward him. For a second I thought he was joking. He was going to undress and get back in bed. “Last night we both gave in to something that felt good. But Ryan would fucking shoot me. And lock you up. It was on me to make the right call.”

  “And you didn’t make the call my brother would approve of?”

  He hung his head. “Don’t say it like that. You knew this was complicated before you invited me in. I just assumed we were on the same page, Kaitlyn. This can’t happen again.”

  “Right. Because of you and Ryan.”

  He looked at me. “And you and Ryan.”

  “He’s overseas. He doesn’t care. This is insane.”

  Cole stood from the bed, refastening the button on his shorts. I wished he would find his shirt so I could stop looking at his six-pack.

  I think what I hated the most was that what Cole said was right. My brother would never be ok with this. He would hate it from the minute he heard about it.

  “You’re right,” I admitted.

  “What?” Cole stopped dressing.

  I nodded. “I said you’re right. Ryan wouldn’t understand and he’d freak out. You’re right.”

  “So we’re ok?” he asked.

  I smiled. “We are.”

  Inside I wasn’t. I wanted a replay. I wanted another last night. I wanted to pull Cole back to bed and never let him go.

  But maybe I wasn’t lucky like that. If this trip had taught me anything it should be that I was pretty freaking unlucky lately.

  “I have to get work. But I’ll see you?”

  “Yeah.”

  He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek. Cole paused at the door. “For the record, it was a fucking amazing night.”

  I smiled sadly. “It was.”

  13

  Cole

  I had to keep my head on my work. I needed to focus on repairs and finances. Because if I stopped for a single fucking minute, I’d think about Kaitlyn. I’d hear my name on her lips. I’d remember how her skin felt. What it felt like inside her. How her body quivered when she came.

  My cock twitched and I slammed my hand into the wall. I had to stop.

  She was my best friend’s sister. And he was like a brother. We graduated together. Played baseball together. We fought and survived in the desert together.

  That came before anything. It had to.

  There was a pile of bills on the desk. I took a sip of coffee and sat down to face the inevitable.

  I had work to do if I was going to keep the Dunes running.

  Last night was the first time I had actually put in words what this place meant to me. What I wanted it to mean for Grayson. If he grew up and hated it, he could sell it. He’d make millions. But I wanted him to have that choice. I wanted him to be the one to decide his future.

  I checked my phone. I didn’t have anything from Amber.

  I called her, waiting for her to answer.

  “Do you know what time it is?”

  “I called to say hi to my son.”

  She put Grayson on the phone without an explanation. “Hi.”

  His voice was small.

  “Hey little man. How are you?”

  “Watch Thomas.” He giggled.

  “Thomas the Train?” I asked.

  “Yep.”

  I wished he was here or I was there. I hated splitting time with Amber. I liked the sticky Cheerios and the trains he left all over the place. Becoming a father was the most unexpected best mistake of my life.

  I never would have volunteered to have a child with Amber, but Grayson was such a part of my life. The kid was my heart. I couldn’t imagine not having him. I wouldn’t undo that decision if I had the choice. He was here for a reason, even if it meant I had to face up to my sins and work to be a better man.

  “I can’t wait to see you next week. I just wanted to say hi.”

  There wasn’t much to a conversation with a two-year old, but the sound of his voice was enough to get me through this stack of bills.

  He reminded me I had a purpose here.

  “Bye-bye. Bye-bye,” he repeated.

  “Bye.” I hung up and faced the mountain in front of me.

  I drank my coffee and looked out the window in time to see Kaitlyn.

  I could come up with a hundred distractions, but as long as she was in Padre I wasn’t going to forget last night.

  14

  Kaitlyn

  I looked around my motel room. I couldn’t stay in here all day and hide out from Cole. I threw a bottle of sunscreen into my beach bag and one of the towels he had brought yesterday. A day at the beach was in order and I deserved this. It was my vacation.

  I twisted the key in the lock and pulled my sunglasses over my eyes. The sun was blaring.

  “No, I understand, but if you could just give me until the end of the month—” I heard Cole’s voice. It sounded like he was near the ice machine. “I have reservations the rest of the month, if you would just let me keep the account open until then.”

  He sounded like he was in the middle of a negotiation. It was unmistakably about the Dunes. “Right, I know you have a business to run. I’m just asking as a favor—only until the end of the month.”

  The call must not have turned out the way he wanted, because I heard the ice machine take the brunt of his anger.

  I clutched the beach bag tightly to my shoulder and took the steps to the boardwalk two at a time. I didn’t want Cole to catch me eavesdropping on his business call. Things at the Dunes must have been worse than I thought.

  From the top of the peak, I could see South Padre beach spreading for miles in both directions. To my left was the spot of last night’s bonfire and to my right was the party mecca. I walked straight ahead, shook out my towel, and stretched out under the Texas sun.

  I tried to take deep, relaxing breaths and focus on the warmth of the sun’s rays, the waves pounding the shoreline, and the gulls circling overhead, but every time I heard a wave crash, I thought about that kiss and Cole’s hands on my body. Damn it. I sat up.

  It was just a crush—a crush that should be out of my system now. Nothing else could happen.

  “Here you go! Party at Bottoms Up tonight.”

  A runner with a messenger bag slung over his bare chest ran past while shoving a flyer in my hand. I looked at the fluorescent green paper.

  Bottoms Up knows how to party

  Be there—everyone else will be

  It wasn’t the most creative marketing I had seen, but it was sure to draw lots of other grads like me. Maybe that was what I needed. I should get away from the Dune Scape and hang out with other people my age. I needed to integrate with the rest of the real world. A distraction from Cole and those lips was in order.

  There was a long list of performers. Luckily, whoever had designed the Bottoms Up flyer had added a map at the bottom. Like Peabody’s, it was on the sound side of the island and not too far from where I was staying. I smiled before tucking the party invite into my bag.

  The green sundress would have to be ok for the Bottoms Up party. It was the only dress I had, and I didn’t want to wear running shorts for my night out. I checked my reflection in the mirror. It hit my curves in all the right spots, and I thought about what Lisa had said about how I looked in it. I wasn’t above accepting a few free drinks tonight.

  I grabbed my purse and the palm tree key chain, and jogged out of the door and straight into Cole.

  “Oh, hey. Sorry. I was—” I looked at him. He was carrying a stepladder in one hand and his waist was wrapped in a tool belt.

  “You in a hurry?” He set the ladder down against the wall.

  “I thought I’d try the Bottoms Up party tonight.”

  I brushed my choppy bangs to the side. I don’t know why he always made
me fidget so much. I never did this around Branch.

  “Right. I thought you said you weren’t a party girl.” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me again or offended I was leaving.

  “I’m not. I just wanted to see what the big deal is.”

  I couldn’t tell him I needed a break from him. That if I stayed in my room tonight, I’d just think about last night.

  He dropped the smile from his lips. “Well, be careful. It’s a big crowd and things get a little crazy down there.”

  “So you’ve been before?” I tried to imagine Cole in a dance club. Should I ask him to go with me?

  “I’m not that old. Yeah, I’ve been before. It’s not really my scene. I like Peabody’s.” He picked up the ladder.

  I hesitated in the walkway, hoping for a sign of familiarity between us—a smile, a wink, anything. “Ok. See you around, I guess.”

  I tucked the palm tree key into my purse and walked away from Cole. I liked Peabody’s too. If he had asked me, I would have gladly ditched my Bottoms Up plan to go have a drink with him at the bar, but he didn’t. Instead, he acted as if nothing happened last night.

  The bouncer at the door barely looked at my ID before shuttling me through the gate that led into Bottoms Up. I was wedged against the back wall by a crowd of people in line for drinks at the bar. I edged along the wall, taking in my surroundings. There were cages dangling from the ceiling with bikini-clad girls dancing, a rapper I had never heard of performing on stage, and girls with beer logos strategically placed over their breasts handing out free drink samples.

  Everything was flashing and the bass was so loud that I couldn’t think. Bottoms Up was all wrong for me. I knew it within my first two minutes inside the club. Why did I think this was a good idea?

  “Can I buy you a shot?” An overly muscled guy wrapped his hand around my waist and shouted into my ear. He had doused himself with at least half a bottle of cologne and was wearing a tight tank top.

  I tried to push back a little from him. “No, thanks. I was just leaving.”