Second Time Around: A Small Town, Second Chance Romance (The Billionaire Brothers Series Book 1)

by Kelli Walker

  Before I could control her, she was out of my grasp and pulling away to turn around and, upside down, kiss my mouth, slipping her tongue between my lips.

  “Mmmm… So that’s what I taste like.”

  I smiled but winced as Harley aggressively grabbed my hair, wrenching my head back.

  “When I tell you to fuck me, Ryan, I want you to fuck me… alright? You got that?”

  I grinned, loving how fierce she’d gotten. I reached for her tits, and she slapped my hand away. My brow furrowed with shock and disappointment. “Harley!”

  “Oh no, you don’t get to fuck me, now. Well… not yet. Now you have to wait, just like I had to.”

  She reached over me as I laid back into the bed. She quickly threw open my pants and slid them to the floor. With care, she pulled my briefs off of my dick and down my legs, leaving my legs bare except for their even covering of hair.

  I pulled off my shirt as Harley turned back and kneeled beside my head. She smiled and leaned down, kissing me deeply one more time. With one leg, she swung over me, squatting her pussy wet and wide in my face. I felt her tits touch my stomach as she leaned down, again introducing her mouth around my dick.

  It wasn’t long before she was moaning too hard to keep my cock fully inside her. I felt her dripping down my chin as her pussy pulsed, sodden again. I was surprised when, in an instant, Harley was off of me. I needn’t have waited long. She reversed her position and swung over my torso, once more taking the shaft of my thick cock in her hand as she edged back to ride its head inside her cunt.

  As she leaned back and down, I slid into her wet warmth with ease. As Harley’s mouth widened and her breaths became gasping yells, I found myself having the same, albeit quieter, reaction. Her pussy was so slippery, so smooth… but we both felt the tightness squeezing between her around me.

  Harley rolled her hips, flexing her pussy and twisting my cock inside her like a joystick, easing me deeper down her cunt. She gasped and leaned back, raising her hips as she propped herself with her hands. With speed, she swung herself atop my dick, riding me with force and frenzy until, at last, I felt my balls squeezing between the cheeks of her ass with every thrust.

  “Oh, Ryan… Yes! Oh, God… I’m going to come again, I can feel it. I’m going drop my cum all over your big… Oh! Fuck! Ooooooh, yesss… I want you to come inside me, too. I want to feel you throb as you fill me up and empty those big balls inside me… Oh, fuck, that feels good. Goddamn…”

  She swiveled faster and harder as her pussy drooled even more lube down my cock. I could feel myself swelling, loving the way her body squeezed down on top of me, swallowing my dick.

  “Ryan! I’m… Ohhhhhh… Fuck me, Ryan… Oh! Yesssss. Yes!”

  Her hips rolled as her pussy dropped again and again down my shaft. As Harley lost her breath and gripped my chest, digging her fingernails into my skin, I could feel her pussy rippling tight around my cock. The feeling was indescribable, like her body was begging to drink me dry, just as my loins were dying to fill her slutty cunt until she drooled with my hot cum.

  A pulse inside her pussy pulled my dick deeper, and, as Harley screamed with satisfaction, I felt my balls fuel my shaft, sending the first wave of warmth shooting deep down Harley’s welcoming cunt. She groaned, throwing her pussy back and forth on my cock until I gave her another, thicker load. Harley rode her wave of pleasure, smiling and gasping her chest for air, but I wasn’t finished yet.

  I leaned up to sit and brought her tits to my face, forcing my cock deep to squeeze through the walls inside of her. Harley gasped as cock pulsed and made her pussy swell, forcing another orgasm through her body and an echoing moan from her pretty mouth. I rolled on top of her, bracing Harley’s body with the bed as I took control, pulling myself out and slapping her clit with my thick rod. She screamed and began to squirt, and, with a powerful thrust, I was back inside her. I pushed myself back and forth, feeling her tight, creamy cunt sliding, squeezing around my cock. It was amazing, and I pushed harder, faster, until I could feel myself letting go.

  I jolted forward, throwing my whole weight against her as my dick unleashed inside of her, pouring a flood with impulses that throbbed on and on until, at last, Harley and I’s bodies fell together, totally relaxed.

  We were instantly exhausted, too tired to even share a word. Harley and I curled into each other's arms, barely even wrapping ourselves inside the sea of ragged blankets before we transcended into the enlightened sleep of a love existentially sated.

  Harley

  I woke with daylight streaming through the spaces around the window curtains, sending splinters of pain all through my brain. I was so thirsty. I couldn’t remember ever being so dehydrated. I reached toward my bedside table but didn’t feel the familiar thermos I kept full of slowly melting ice.

  My eyes shot open, ignoring the pain as I remembered the cause. The hangover brought sickening dizziness as I shot upright, still unsure if I was dreaming. Looking around the spinning hotel room, I realized, belatedly, where I was, how I got there, what I had done, and who I had done it with.

  I looked around but didn’t see Ryan anywhere. I slowly stood, holding my head and wrapping a cum-stained bedsheet around my naked, sticky body. I hobbled to the bathroom and glanced in, seeing no one and swiping the blazing overhead light off. I crept in and kept the door cracked so I could see while I peed.

  I wandered out into the dim room, thinking about washing my hands but glancing into the mirror and realizing that I needed a shower instead. I crept back to where I started and, finally capable of at least semi-conscious thought, stared down at the empty, ruffled bed.

  He's gone. Again.

  My eyes glazed, and I couldn’t tell if the tears brimming were from my resurgence of disappointment and betrayal or from the screaming pain in my head. I slumped down and sat on the edge of the bed’s crime scene, covering my eyes but incapable of escaping the evidence of my deserved shame, the source of my sorrow renewed.

  Claustrophobia surpassed my migraine, and I sunk to the floor, crawling haphazardly within the bedsheet and trying to collect my clothes from around the room.

  I pulled my bra from beneath a chair, then tossed it angrily into a corner as I realized one of the straps was torn, a painful reminder of my previous night’s mistaken desire to willingly pursue behaviors only ending in destruction.

  My top, I discovered wrinkled and stretched, draped across the lukewarm pool of the ice tray’s melted contents. A skirt, borrowed from Elle, hid under the discarded comforter on the carpet. It seemed to be unharmed. I thought miserably to myself, At least I can commence my walk of shame out of here without having to show my bare ass.

  The pitiful concession brought my spirits even lower. I searched, but couldn’t find my shoes anywhere.

  Barefoot and braless, the accolades of Harley Andrews. I should write some memoirs.

  Finally, I found my panties caught in the wires of a bedside lamp shade. I cringed as I picked them up, repulsed by my own unconcerned indecency. The red and black mesh was crisped by my dried ecstasy. Flashes of Ryan reaching between my legs, my own filthy mind wanting him to… The dizziness returned, and I braced myself against a wall, worried I might be about to add even more of my bodily fluids to the sickening display. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes, clutching my cluster of sex-soiled clothes to my chest while barely standing upright and keeping the bedsheet from slipping down my ass.

  I pushed forward, just wanting to get out. I approached the bathroom, thinking about how to go about changing in the dark, when a click behind me made me jump.

  I flipped around, nearly dropping everything and stumbling sideways. The sound of a door brushing over carpet, a quieter click as a lock was carefully closed, the rustle of a paper bag… I peered toward the room’s little hallway, wondering, but not daring to wish.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ryan emerged from the hallway, fully dressed, with bloodshot eyes. He stared at the bed, groggy and confused, but then he
saw me. He smiled sleepily.

  “Hey, you. How’s your head? Mine is on fire. I’ve got coffee, waffles, fruit, and three different kinds of meds for the hangover. Oh, I knew I forgot something. Water. Here, I’ll set this down and be right back.”

  He spoke in whispers, suffering as much from loud noises as I was from bright lights. I watched Ryan set the cups and bag of food down, still refusing to let myself believe.

  He glanced over, then looked concerned.

  “Harley… Are you okay?”

  “You… You’re still here. I… I…”

  “Yeah, like I said, I just went to get us breakfast and something to help our heads. Really, water is most important, so I’ll…”

  I burst into tears and launched headfirst into his chest, accidentally dropping my bedsheet as I wrapped my arms around his waist and sobbed a saline and saliva Rorschach imprint into his shirt.

  He was confused, placing his palms on my upper arms before just accepting that I needed comfort, even without an explanation. He rubbed warm, soft hands down my back and over my shoulders. He reached the skin above my waist before hesitating. His fingers gradually searched over my bare hips and down my uncovered ass, not finding any clothing to restrain his touch.

  I giggled as his touch tickled, sniffling a laugh as he began to voice his concerned but apparent distraction.

  “I… have never considered this scenario before, and my… impulses are very confused. Would you mind terribly if I do a quick internet search? ‘What to do when a crying naked woman hugs you?’ I feel like, in any other situation, I should be concluding that you’re suffering from hypothermia… except I was only gone for maybe twenty minutes.”

  I laughed harder as he continued to struggle between rubbing my back and being unable to stop himself from squeezing my ass.

  “Harley… Talk to me. What’s going on?”

  I looked up at him and smiled through my tears, still scared but no longer ashamed.

  “Nothing, I’m okay. I think I’m still a little drunk. I didn’t know where you were, and… it’s okay. I’m okay.”

  My eyes shied away as he looked at me. I still couldn’t fathom how it could’ve happened after so long. I again glanced up at him, almost checking to see if he was still there. I smiled through his own drunken stupor, leaned down, and kissed me. The tears all over my face made it an exceedingly wet one, and we both laughed. I felt silly for jumping so harshly to such an extreme conclusion, but, all the same, I repeatedly had to push down my mind’s wary warnings to cut loose and run before it was too late.

  I reclaimed my robe of bedsheets as Ryan disappeared out the door again to fetch some water bottles. Feeling self-conscious, I ran back to the mirror as soon as he departed. I swiped my tear-massacred makeup away and quickly pulled my mess of sex-hair into an at least controlled ponytail. I glanced over my body, looking for something further to betray me and ruin the dream, but the click of the door ended my self-scrutiny, knowing that my lack of self-confidence was already going to be enough of a problem without me bringing attention to it.

  We sat down at the room’s little table, talking softly for the sake of our heads and sitting in near darkness. As miserable as I felt, I was happy, though I was beyond reluctant to admit it. Then again, I didn’t really have a chance to once we were awake enough to interact. I couldn’t help but just give in every aspect of my being to the chemistry between us. I loved being around him, finding myself laughing naturally in one moment, then wondering at his sweetness in the next before laughing again, then being provoked to profound thoughtfulness as he brought up something I never would’ve considered otherwise. Even with the food gone and our pain meds taken, I didn’t want to pull away.

  “Harley, I know neither one of us really planned for this, but… would you spend the day with me? I’m not ready to let you go again.”

  The reminder of the possibility brought sadness to my eyes. Unlike before, Ryan was awake enough to recognize it. He let his words remain without another of his attempts at explanation or apology. Instead, without a word, he reached across the table and wrapped his hand over mine. I looked up, full of fear, but found his eyes somehow reflecting, not the same terror, but another kind with the same result.

  “That depends. What are you afraid of?”

  The question caught him off-guard as he merely expected a yes or no.

  “Afraid of? Uh… I don’t know. Um… EMPs?”

  I squinted and blinked. “E.M. what?”

  He hesitated, and memories from our past flooded forward in my mind. I waited, having a feeling something nerdy beyond my understanding was about to be unleashed.

  “Uh… it’s… um…. It’s an electromagnetic pulse, like an invisible blast wave that coincides with a nuclear explosion, although you can produce an EMP without the nuclear aspect. It… well, lightning is the simplest version. Every burst of electricity entails a simultaneous pulse of magnetism. Sometimes, when lightning flashes around your house during a storm and the lights flicker, it’s because the magnetism has essentially erased a section of the electricity in the power lines… Uh… All my work with my company is based on software. In theory, if someone wanted to erase everything that makes my company valuable - not just in terms of money, but valuable to me by what it stands for - well, all they would need is an EMP.”

  My mouth hung open, unabashed. I gave him a flex of my eyebrow, and he finally stopped himself.

  “That isn’t what you meant, was it?”

  “No, Ryan, that was not what I meant. I was not asking if you were more afraid of spiders or clowns.”

  I sighed, then told him to forget it. I considered pushing the issue back on the course I had in mind but decided against it.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, Ryan, I would love to spend the day with you. I do have one condition, though.”

  He perked up and smiled. “Anything! Name it.”

  I worked up an expression of hesitation and consternation, feigning something serious or difficult that he might not be able to provide to meet my demand. “Well, I don’t know…” I refused to meet his eyes, first looking at the table, then at the ceiling, and finally over my side toward the floor. I used the tips of my fingers, curling a strand of my hair jettisoned from my rushed hairdo before releasing it over my ear and instead grazing a gentle touch back and forth over my neck and upper chest, both exposed above my makeshift dress. Every so often, I glanced his way, checking to make sure he was beginning to squirm. “I just don’t know, Ryan… I’m not sure you’re up to it… or if you’re even capable…”

  It peeved me to realize that he was more curious than concerned. I let that irritation seep into my tone, wanting to get back at him for his idiotic EMD or whatever. I urged myself to be cool and patient, then realized I could bring out the big guns.

  “Never mind. I don’t think you have what it takes. I made a mistake. I’m sorry, but it’s not me. It’s you.”

  I made sure to keep my voice as level as possible, even adding a tone of sultry sweetness to each biting remark. Simultaneously, I let my grip on the bed sheet loosen.

  Ryan’s face was priceless, contorting into shock, then dismay, but settling on some mixture of discouraged determination. I watched his eyes and slowly moved my arms to wrap across my belly. Beneath the table, I gently pulled at the sheet, edging more and more of the top portions of my breasts into view.

  Feeling the cover near my nipples, I squeezed my already sizeable tits together with the insides of my arms, further accentuating their supple curves. He still hadn’t noticed. He looked from one side of the room to the other, searching the table between us as if hoping to find some kind of clue to his predicament.

  I brought my crossed arms upward, propping my breasts atop them.

  “It’s okay, Ryan, someday you’ll understand. I just have certain needs, and I’m afraid you aren’t quite up to snuff.”

  That did it. I could see his synapses firing behind
his eyes like an implosive seizure of self-reflection. In a single motion, I pulled my crossed arms up, above the tabletop, and rested them on its surface, exposing the fullness of my irresistible tits right in plain sight.

  I watched and waited.

  It didn’t take long.

  His panicked self-consciousness brought his eyes from the table to my face, but from the growing wideness of his eyes, I could tell that the surprise was igniting fireworks within his mind.

  I would’ve been concerned if he didn’t almost immediately look back down.

  I wasn’t disappointed.

  Sure enough, Ryan’s left eye twitched slightly before his gaze fully dropped. I kept my eyes on his, watching with satisfaction as he openly stared for a solid twenty seconds. I honestly observed him smack his lips and lick his chomps, realizing that his mouth was literally watering with allurement. For a moment, I almost expected his jaw to drop to the table, releasing his tongue to come rolling out like a cartoon’s red-carpet unraveling.

  I actually became somewhat proud of him. Once he wrenched his eyes from my nipples, he actually managed not to look back.

  A vein bulged at his temple, and his eyes were nearly squeezed shut by the end of it, but still, he passed another test I hadn’t even intended: he took my feelings seriously and made every possible effort to suppress his own impulses and show me respect.

  “Hey, Ryan.”

  “Hmmm?”

  I was smiling, but he hadn’t noticed. He was too busy intently studying the grille of the room’s A/C vent, high atop a far wall.

  “Ryan, look at me.”

  “I… I don’t know what I did, but I want you to know that I can do better. I want to do better. You deserve…”