Bound To Gold (Bound To The Billionaires Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  The yellow diamond twinkles from the rays piercing the room and I glance over the curve of my shoulder again to see Duncan in a deep sleep, the sheet covering the bottom half of his body, draping right over his ass. His tight, muscular, firm ass and a flash of what happened last night reminds me that I know what that ass feels like in my hands.

  "What did we do, Duncan?" I whisper out loud, knowing he can't answer me back.

  This is the last thing he needs right now. He's going through too much. He just lost his mother. When he wakes up and realizes we got hammered and married, it will be too much for him to handle.

  Wrapping the sheet around my body, I stand and head to the bathroom. It’s fancy just like everything in Duncan’s life, except me. The floors are marble, and the soaking tub is big enough for two people. The walk−in shower has a slate grey tile covering all the walls, and the shiny rainforest heads attached to the ceiling paired well together. I’ve never been in a shower that felt like a waterfall, so before I go, I want to experience it.

  I drop the sheet and look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a mess; a mane of tangled single strand knots from all the hair grabbing and yanking Duncan did last night.

  In fact the more I think about it, the more I realize we didn't have sex just once last night but multiple times. I hold a hand over my mouth as I smile and inspect myself in the mirror. I have finger-shaped bruises all over my body and hickeys all over my breasts. Holy shit. I think I even did it doggy-styled.

  My face heats when I think about all the filthy things he said to me, so primal, so alpha, and I need to stop thinking about them before I actually wish for all of it to happen again.

  I grab the metal gold handle and turn it to hot, not needing to wait too long before steam fills the chamber of the stall, fogging the window, effectively blurring the marks on my body.

  I tilt my head back and let the water wash over me. The heat seeps into my skin and I inhale steam, letting it take the worry away for a split second. How can things get out of control so fast? He and I have barely reconnected after a zillion years and now we are connected forever.

  I place my hands against the wall and hang my head, taking another look at the ring on my finger. It’s big, it’s probably uber expensive, but it’s breathtakingly beautiful. It’s everything I ever wanted in an engagement ring. And god knows that I’ve never wanted anything more than Duncan, but now that I have him I just wish things would have happened differently.

  Drunk and out of our minds in Vegas isn’t exactly how I wanted to marry a guy I’ve loved since I can remember. I'm nervous that when he wakes up, things will go from bad to worse and my heart won't be able to handle it.

  Leaving before that happens is vital.

  Tears brim in my eyes when I think about the one friendship I have just ruined. This is why I never told him how I felt. Our friendship has roots; uplifting those roots kills any future we have at being friends. How can we fix this? How can we turn back time?

  My hands shake as I reach to wipe my face, and the metal of my wedding ring rubs against my lips.

  Arms wrap around me, making me jump, and I spin around to knock who it is away when I see a very sleepy, very hungover Duncan Gold.

  He pulls me close to him, our chests pressing together and his semi−hard cock presses against my leg. Duncan pushes a few strands of damp hair out of my face as he analyses me.

  “What’s wrong, Naomi?”

  “You’re in here,” I say shocked. “You’re in here with me naked. Duncan, do you have any idea what happened last night? Do you remember everything?”

  Duncan’s plump, shapely lips tilt into a knowing smirk as he looks up and down my body.

  “Baby, I remember everything.”

  He intertwines his hands with mine and our rings clink together.

  "I remember drinking with you, marrying you, and having the best sex of my life with you.”

  I glance down and a waterfall cascades down my face. His fingers slide under my chin and tilt my head up. Duncan seems disappointed and a bit heartbroken at my reaction as he takes a long look at me, but he still has one arm around me.

  “You don’t want this? Are you not happy?”

  I shake my head and take a step to negate the space between us.

  “No, no, god, Duncan. You—we—you are everything I’ve ever wanted. I woke up in shock is all. I never knew you could ever love me and when I woke up, I thought you'd see that girl again."

  “Again?” He pushes me back and cages me in with his arms. “There has never been an again,” he growls. “There has never been a time when I haven’t loved you, Naomi.”

  Duncan’s hands roam up my body and cup my tits. “There’s never been a time when I didn’t want you.”

  His cock pushes between my closed legs and starts to rock; the broad head spears my clit as he slowly strokes.

  “When I didn’t crave you.”

  His hands pick me up by my ass, and I wrap my legs around his lean hips, and his cock probs my entrance. Duncan's fingers tangle in my hair and yanks my head back as he nips my chin.

  “When I didn’t want to fuck you.”

  He thrusts his cock inside me, causing me to cry out from the intrusion. I'm still sore and there is a bit of pain, but the pleasure drowns it out. My fingers dig in his neck and I groan as my clit rubs against his pelvis with every curl of his hips.

  “There’s nothing better than being inside you and the fact that I’m the only one?” He rolls his head over his shoulders as he picks up the pace, pounding me harder by using his arms to move my body against him with more momentum. “Fuck, it drives me to the edge.”

  My back is aching against the tile wall from the hard surface but I never want it to stop. Who knew shower sex could be so good? Duncan’s a thief as he steals my lips, plundering my mouth with his tongue. Our lips get caught in the clinks of our teeth, but it doesn’t stop us, and it sure as hell doesn’t stop him from pounding me into oblivion.

  The water turns cold, but my skin is hot and able to keep me warm.

  “There’s never been a time when I didn’t love you,” he mutters against my neck, somehow finding a way to get deeper with every sliding motion of his cock. “Never.”

  I tilt my head back and stare at the skylight next to the shower head and blink away the tears. His breathing picks up, the speed of his thrusts become erratic, and he grabs my head pulling our foreheads together.

  “Come with me,” he says in a near whine.

  As if I could ever disobey.

  My body bends, my lower belly burning with the twisting of my orgasm exploding through my body. My pussy sucks him deeper, pulling him until there is no more room left in me.

  “Naomi,” he whispers, making my name sound like the most important word he has ever spoken.

  One, two, three, four thrusts later, he buries himself to the hilt, the tendons in his neck straining.

  I rub my hands over his shoulders, and the cold water makes us both shiver. When he slides out of me, he is still hard, and his cum is leaking from the tip.

  "Let's go in the living room, have coffee, and sit by the fireplace. If you want to talk about this, we will, but know I love you and I'm willing to work at this for you. I’ve never wanted anything more. It’s always been you, Naomi. It just took us a long time to get here.”

  We stay like this under the cold water, our skin in an array of goosebumps, as we hold each other. I’m all right with being cold if it means being in his arms.

  “It’s always been you too, Duncan. I just was too afraid of ruining our friendship to find out if you felt the same.”

  He kisses the top of my head and pushes the glass door of the stall open to step out. My eyes may have drifted down to his ass. How can I not? It’s such a good ass. Duncan grabs a fluffy towel from the shelf and unwraps it, wrapping it around me.

  “You’ll never be afraid again.”

  If this is how my day starts, I’ll have no complaints for the
rest of my life, as long as it is Duncan beside me when the sunrises and sets.

  11

  Duncan

  I’m not going to lie, when I woke up this morning, I thought everything that happened had been a dream. Then, I hear the shower going, and I step inside the bathroom to see Naomi, bathed in water, steam roaring around her hourglass body, and it hits me that last night really happened. We got married, and I was her first.

  “What are you smiling about?” Naomi asks, drying her hair with a towel. It’s the color of ink before it dries on paper and mid-length with messy waves.

  I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest. “Nothing, just happy.”

  “Mhmm.”

  She doesn’t believe me.

  “Can’t I just be happy?”

  “I know your happy smile and that wasn’t it. Remember, I’ve known you for a long time. I know the differences in all your smiles.”

  “And what did that one say?” I ask. She throws her hair up in a messy bun, a few strands framing her hair.

  “It says you were thinking something naughty.”

  She bites her lip and then digs through my suitcase until she finds a black t-shirt. She slips it on and it falls to her knees. It’s one of those moments where I see how naturally beautiful she is. Her face is free of makeup and she looks like she just rolled out of bed. It’s how she is at the end of the day, no fancy outfit, no makeup, no perfume, just her au natural in her best form.

  It’s a sight to see.

  Beautiful.

  “I was thinking something dirty,” I tell her, watching her stroll by me into the living room. I follow her of course. What am I supposed to do? Have a wife this beautiful and not be near her all day and night?

  She bends over, grabbing something from the bottom shelf of the fridge, and I get a slight peek of her swollen pussy. My cock starts to harden. I want her again, but I know I need to take it easy considering last night she was a virgin, and we had sex a good five times. Well, six including this morning.

  “Stop growling,” she teases, setting the creamer on the counter.

  I didn’t realize I was.

  Naomi glances down and sees my erection and licks her lips.

  “What’s got you so worked up, Duncan? What’s got you on edge? I thought we took care of that earlier?” she purrs, closing the lid of the coffeepot with a little too much force, never taking her eyes off my swelling dick.

  “Just thinking about how I’m your first.” I grab my gym shorts and yank them down, my shaft hard and ready. “You have no idea how much it affects me.”

  “Oh, I think I do.”

  She drops to her hands and knees and slowly crawls toward me, her ass swaying in the air. When she gets in front of me, she sits up on her knees and runs her nails up my leg and I shiver. She adds just the right amount of pressure. I hardly know what to do with myself.

  When she gets to my cock, she trails her nails over my orbs, and I fall back against the wall looking for something, anything to hold onto, so my hands find her head and I hold on as she explores. She doesn’t do anything at first but I watch as her fingertips slowly trace my abs to the V on my hips. Before making her way to my aching dick again.

  That’s all she does for what feels like hours. If she keeps going, she won’t have to do anything else. The tease is enough to make me come. Her on her knees in front of me is enough to make me come.

  Precum is coming out of my slit and Naomi gathers a dollop on her finger and brings it to her mouth. Her eyes shut as she lets my taste swirl around on her tongue, savoring my flavor as she takes her precious time.

  “Naomi–” I say with a trembling breath. I’m not sure what I want. I want her to keep doing what’s she’s doing, but at the same time I want her to make me come.

  It’s an evil, vicious, delicious cycle.

  We should be talking and figuring this marriage out, but it’s like nothing else matters right now except devouring each other’s bodies since we held back for so many years.

  “What do you want, Duncan?” She pouts her lips, outlining the crown of my cock with her fingernail. I double over from the sensitivity. She’s hitting all the nerves, making them skyrocket through my entire being. I’m sweating. My chest is flushed.

  And then she does something I don’t expect.

  Naomi keeps one hand circling the bulbous tip and takes the other to scratch the bead of my nipple. I intake a sharp breath from the sensation. I’ve never played with my nipples, and a woman has never bothered to try. I never thought it was common practice, but Naomi has always been different from other women. I know she’s trying to discover what I like, what sets me off, and honestly, anything she does to me will make my skyrocket.

  “Do you like that?”

  “I don’t know,” I answer in nothing but honesty. “I’d probably like anything you do.”

  She pinches the hardened bead next and giving it a good tug while sucking the first few inches of my cock between her lips.

  “Oh, fuck!” I shout, gripping that messy bun on the top of her head for dear life as she plays with me in ways that are going to cause an out of body experience.

  “I think you do. You’re just afraid to admit it.”

  She blows cold air along with the wet trial of her spit coating my shaft and I shake again. She continues the nipple play, pinching and scratching, tugging and slapping while she slurps her tongue around me to the base, licking me like I’m her favorite damn lollipop.

  Her free hand drops between her legs, and the sight is nearly enough to cause me to unload down her throat. She whimpers and hums and the vibrations of her throat are tickling my rock-solid muscle. My blood is boiling. The rush of it is all I hear.

  I can’t breathe. It’s too much. It isn’t enough.

  She takes me into the back of her throat and hollows out her cheeks, suctioning those lips tight around me.

  “Naomi, damn it, you have to stop. I’m close. It’s…I’m really…”

  My breaths become broken and uneven and while I want to come down her throat, it isn’t where my cum belongs. Not yet.

  “Are you close?” I ask in desperation.

  She nods, circling her hand faster and faster.

  What I see is heaven. The girth of my cock stretches her lips wide, and her green eyes flash at me through her lashes, and it’s all it takes for me to come undone. I grab her by the shoulders, pick her up, carry her to the couch, sit down, and impale her on me.

  Naomi cries out and starts to ride me as fast as she can. She rocks back and forth, faster and faster. Our cries mingle in the echoes off the walls, and I can tell she’s at the edge. I grip her hips and help her, making her move faster. Her fingers find my nipples again and flick, the zing of tiny needles tinging the nubs is felt all over my body.

  I come.

  Hard as fuck.

  Pumping her full of what’s left in my sack and roaring out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. Naomi follows right after, her channel gripping me, trying to tug me in deeper. She collapses on me, my body sweating, and my chest is rising and falling from exertion.

  After a few moments my little sex fiend starts to rock against me again when the door opens and Easton’s voice travels from the door and another follows.

  Oh, shit. It’s Easton and Rowan.

  “Baby, stop, stop,” I say because she is too busy rocking against me to hear the door open and people come in.

  “Shh,” I say, bringing my finger to my lips. It’s too late for us to move. As of right now, we are covered. My chest can be seen, along with my reddened nipples but her shirt covers her.

  If we move now, it’s just going to get messy and I don’t want anyone seeing my cock or any of her.

  “What do we do?” she whispers, still kind of rocking.

  I lift a brow at her. Is my wife an exhibitionist?

  “Woah,” Easton squawks, being a little started at what he sees. “Okay, yep. That’s unseen. Cool.”
r />   He covers his eyes, but Rowan looks on, tilting his head to the side to take in the view. I wrap my arm around Naomi and clear my throat.

  “Hey, fellas.”

  Naomi lifts her hand to wave but doesn’t turn to face them; she’s laughing too hard.

  “One,” Easton keeps his hands over his eyes. “I’m happy you two finally saw the light.”

  “Oh, they saw more than that,” Rowan chuckles, and his accent takes me by surprise. I can’t place it.

  “Two, there’s a bedroom.”

  “We did it in there already,” Naomi pouts and silence falls for a brief second before everyone laughs.

  I keep her shirt pulled down as much as possible, so I know nothing can be seen of my wife’s goodies. I don’t want to poke anyone’s eyes out, but I will if I have to. I’m glad she is the type of girl to go with the flow of things and not make a big deal about this.

  “You guys are perfect for each other,” Easton turns his back and slaps Rowan to do the same. The hulking man turns around and his shoulders move up and down from laughter. “Duncan, Naomi, this is Rowan.”

  “Good to meet you,” I say, a little annoyed. “But can you two give me and my wife a little privacy, please?”

  “Your wife?!” Easton exclaims.

  “Privacy, man?” I shoo him away with my hand which of course he can’t see because he’s still covering his eyes like a child.

  “You’ve had too much of that it seems,” Easton snorts.

  I’m going to kill him.

  “Out!”

  Naomi lays her head on my chest and laughs. We’ve been caught doing it as if we were teenagers. I lean my head back on the couch and cover my eyes with my arm, a growing chuckle causing my belly to shake. It makes sense for us to be caught.

  We do have a lot of time and a lot of hormones to make up for.

  12

  Naomi

  I greet each table with a genuine smile at work tonight. I’m too happy for anything to get me down. My life is perfect. Duncan is at a Blackjack table, blowing thousands of dollars because he wants to watch me all night. His gaze is intense; heat swirls in his eyes every time I dare to look at him.