Billionaires Club

by Elsa Kurt

  My brows pulled tight at his deep chuckle. “You’d like me to have your father blacklisted from my hotels?”

  “Yes.”

  “Consider it done.”

  “I’ll make sure the account is settled quickly. I apologize for any problems this has caused you and your hotel. Please know that is not how I nor the Cougars handle things. We’d love to offer you and a guest VIP tickets to one of our home games if it would suit you?”

  “Considering our stadium won’t be ready for a bit more, I’d love to take you up on your offer, but I will raise you.”

  I smile, swallowing the chuckle threatening to spill forth. “Oh, and what’s that?”

  A low growl vibrates through Brendan at the banter between Maxwell and me.

  “That you and a guest of your choice enjoy the same VIP hospitality here in Vegas. However, I do suggest you bring the bear growling.”

  “I think I may take you up on your invitation. We’ll see what the bear thinks.”

  “Wonderful.”

  “Again, I’m sorry for any trouble my father has caused you and your hotel. Please thank Mr. Blackburn for me, and ask him to send the bill so that we may settle it quickly.” I tell him the appropriate email for the bill and we exchange a pleasant good-bye considering the circumstances.

  When I end the call and look at Brendan, I smile. “Well, that went better than the last time we had to deal with Father’s debt.”

  Brendan’s jaw muscle clenches as he watches me closely.

  I run my hands up his suit and link them behind his neck. “What’s the matter?”

  Grunt.

  “This conversation will go better if you use your words,” I tease knowing full well what has him so wound up.

  “I don’t like Scala,” he mutters.

  “Really? I thought he was rather charming.”

  Grunt.

  I laugh and press my lips against his. At first, they are unmoving as I rub over them, my tongue teasing the seam. His hands move to my waist and pull me flush to him. Brendan finally kisses me back. Our tongues tangle in a dance of power.

  He will understand in time that I want him, only him. I fight against the need to undress him and show him just that. I have meetings this morning with the marketing department. If we’re really keeping this quiet some time longer, we can’t risk being caught in the throes of passion. We risked it before, but we aren’t teenagers struggling with self-control.

  I end the kiss and meet his eyes. “You shouldn’t be jealous. We’re together, are we not?”

  Brendan shoves a hand into his hair and sucks in a breath. “I know, I know. It’s just, I didn’t like hearing the bastard flirting with you.”

  “I don’t think it was meant to be flirting, but I understand what you mean. If a woman flirted with you, I’d probably feel the same way.”

  “Good, because I’d hate for you to give me up easily.”

  “Not being jealous over a woman flirting with you doesn’t mean I’m giving up easily.”

  “No, it doesn’t, but it’s nice to feel wanted.”

  My teeth scrape over my lower lip. “Oh, I want you, all right.”

  Before Brendan can say more the intercom goes off. “Kylie. Your meeting starts in five.”

  Leaning to the side, I press the button on the phone. “Thanks, Vicky. I’m wrapping up things with Brendan now.” I straighten and cup his jaw. “I need to go.”

  He nods and kisses me sweetly before releasing me. Walking away, I put an extra flourish in my hips and hear him groan. I look over my shoulder and smile before glancing down to make sure my clothes are in place. I don’t need Vicky assuming anything.

  Opening the door, I find Vicky walking toward me. “You’re going to be late.”

  “Sorry, that call took longer than expected.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “It will be. Do me a favor and call all the hotels in Vegas and Atlantic City. Inform them that any debt between Michael Courier and them needs to be handled directly with Michael. It’s inconsequential to me and to this team what he does with his money. I will not bail him out of any more messes.”

  “Yes, ma’am, consider it done.”

  Chapter 12

  Brendan

  With a quick rap on the door, I wait with our takeout order in the other hand. It doesn’t take Kylie long to open the door and I find myself staring. She’s changed into a pair of drawstring shorts that display her long, lean legs that I envision wrapped around my waist. Her nipples push against the thin cotton and my dick twitches at her braless state.

  “Hi darling!” she says, pulling my attention to her face as she greets me with a kiss. My free arm encircles her, pressing her breasts against my chest, and I deepen the kiss after kicking shut the door.

  Kylie tastes minty fresh as I walk her backward, needing to set down the food before I make a mess of her floor. I’m still learning the layout of her home, and bump her into a side table. A giggle bursts forth and I find myself smiling down at her. Past the amusement shining brightly, I see her desire and realize I’m no longer hungry…at least not for the food I’ve brought.

  “Hi baby.” I reluctantly pull back and raise the bag. “Dinner.”

  Kylie grabs the bag from my hand and I follow her to the kitchen, all the while watching the sway of her hips. “Thanks for picking it up, I’m sorry for the sudden change of plans. Vicky stopped me as I was leaving.”

  “It’s no problem, I don’t mind eating in—especially if it involves you in these shorts,” I tell her and pluck at the material. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, she wanted to confirm some things for the trip to Canton,” she says, and I stare at her rosy lips.

  “Okay. No more shop talk. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” I lift her into my arms and chuckle when she squeaks in surprise.

  “Brendan! What are you doing?”

  “Life is too short. Tonight, I’m eating my dessert first.”

  “Oh,” she says with a small puff of air.

  In her room, I set her on the floor alongside the bed. “I’ve missed you and I can’t wait any longer for another taste.”

  “I’m pretty sure you had a taste last night,” Kylie tells me with a seductive smile as she pulls her shirt over her head.

  Pushing off her shorts and underwear, a shudder runs through me as the need for this woman slams into me. “I guess I’m greedy.”

  “That’s good because I’m feeling pretty greedy myself,” she says, tugging on my shirt.

  I make quick work of discarding my clothes as she settles down in the middle of the bed. My dick is hard and ready for this beautiful woman, but it will have to wait longer. Crawling over the bed, I settle myself between her legs and drape them over my shoulders without another word. Kylie’s eyes meet mine and I use my thumbs to expose her to my gaze. I take my time licking, sucking, and devouring her sex.

  Kylie’s moans fill the bedroom and I’m lost—lost in her taste and smell. I’ve pleasured my share of women, but she does something to me. I can’t get enough of Kylie. Looking up, I watch her playing with her nipples. Her head thrashes back and forth and I push two fingers into her warmth. It doesn’t take me long to work her into a frenzy—her mouth forms an O, her back arches, and her body shudders under me in ecstasy.

  It’s not enough for me. I need to see her shatter once more. To feel her clamp down on my fingers again and to taste more of her. Slowing my fingers and tongue, I ride out her orgasm and when her body relaxes, I don’t stop.

  Her body was made for my touch. I wind her up quickly the second time around, suckling her clit and giving careful attention to the bundle of nerves just inside her pussy. In a matter of minutes, her thighs press against my ears and her fingers tug on my hair.

  “Yes, baby, come for me!” I demand.

  Kylie tightens around my fingers and I can barely move them at the force of her orgasm. My dick throbs, wanting its turn, and I know I can’t prolong anym
ore. I gently lick her sensitized clit as she comes down from her climax.

  Before I can retrieve the condom from my pants, Kylie has me flipped onto my back and is tearing one open. I’m not even sure where she got it from, but as she rolls it down my length, I don’t give a fuck.

  “You’ve got a very talented mouth,” she tells me as she straddles my hips.

  My dick is cradled between her ass cheeks and I’m forced to imagine her granddaddy to stop myself from blowing my load right then and there. Kylie’s kiss brings me back to the present as her hard nipples rub against my chest. I run my hands up her thighs to her hips, grabbing the soft flesh that I dream of every night.

  Kylie wraps her small hand around my thickness and I feel her hot entrance through the condom. I groan into her mouth at the contact and force myself not to thrust up into her, giving her all the control.

  Thankfully Kylie isn’t set on torturing us and slides down my length inch by inch until she’s taken all of me. Her hips move and all thoughts, other than the exquisite feeling at Kylie’s touch, leave my brain.

  I run my hands over her soft skin and my fingers tangle with her silky hair. Pulling her flush over me, I thrust my hips as we kiss slow and sweet until I give back the reins. She sits up and I watch her breasts sway and bounce as she rides me without abandon.

  Kylie is gorgeous. It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, I find her attractive, but seeing her take what she needs from me is breathtaking. Grief may have pushed our attraction out into the open, but each day together leads me to believe we would have found our way eventually. Kyle’s passing only sped things along.

  Her small hands press against my chest for leverage and I push up into her, matching her stride. I’m on the cusp of climaxing but I refuse to let myself go until she takes what she wants and needs.

  I find her clit with my thumb and rub back and forth as her head falls back. Her long hair grazes my skin in the most erotic way. Sitting up, my mouth finds a rosy nipple and Kylie’s movements become more erratic. I saw my teeth over the tip and flick my tongue along it as my thumb presses harder.

  “I—I,” she gasps, words unspoken, but I know.

  Grabbing her hips, I pull her down over me as I thrust as deep as I can. Her inner muscles begin to spasm around me, warmth spreads from my balls, and up my spine as I finally let go. I’m suspended in an indescribable state between reality and a mystical land for those few seconds.

  Kylie’s forehead presses against my shoulder, her shallow breaths on my hot skin as I work on breathing again. Her heart thunders against her ribs, mirroring how my own feels. Without losing our connection, I lie back, bringing her with me.

  I’m not sure how much time passes when she breaks the silence. I’m on the edge of falling asleep after the mind-blowing release.

  “Wow,” she pants and kisses my damp flesh.

  “That doesn’t get old with you,” I mutter against her hair and kiss her forehead.

  She laughs. “I sure hope not.”

  Exhaustion has my eyes shutting until her stomach rumbles with hunger. “I was going to suggest a nap, but I see you have other things in mind.”

  “Well, now that dessert is over, I’m realizing how famished I am. I didn’t get to finish my lunch earlier.”

  With a slap to her ass, I help her off me.

  “Hey!” she yelps.

  I pull her in to me and kiss the surprise off her face. “You should have asked Vicky or me to bring you something to eat at your desk. I can’t risk you losing these curves that drive me crazy.”

  After I remove the condom, we shower, making sure to wash every inch of her clean. I’m more than ready for round two, but I set aside my ravenous desire for Kylie. Taking care of her supersedes the needs of my greedy dick.

  She brings me two plates as I remove the items from the bag. “Mmm…that smells so good!”

  Pressing my nose along her neck, I breathe in. “Not as good as you, but a close second.”

  Kylie laughs, and my chest swells with happiness. The soft expression on her face, a little desire, a little disbelief, and a dash of something else makes me feel something deeper. An unknown, foreign emotion slithers through me. I’ve never been in love, but something tells me it’s an accumulation of moments like these. Relaxing over takeout, we share our day, teasing each other in an easy banter.

  Chapter 13

  Kylie

  Some days I feel like the worst sort of person for asking Brendan to keep us quiet. Deep within me, I know it was the best decision after all the change happening in my life. As the new owner of the Cougars, there are so many parts of my life on display. My love life is a source of mystery for the magazines, and before my new position, reporters had been attracted to it. Now? I can’t seem to avoid the whispers and rumors. Not at work, no, they respect me enough to not go there, but I’ve seen a glance here or there of curiosity.

  Being able to spend time with Brendan without the attention that I know will follow has been a blessing. Soon we will either be exposed or step out into the light. I’m not sure if the truth will appease the masses so they leave us alone, or if the attention that is sure to come will suffocate this new, beautiful connection.

  Hell, spending over three hours on a jet with Brendan and a few others for the Enshrinement Ceremony for Barry Lockwood has me a wreck. Those in the front office are accustomed to the close proximity our jobs entail. Sitting near Brendan on the jet wouldn’t have raised a brow, but the temptation to hold his hand or lay my head on his shoulder was dangerous. I keep my glances to a minimum by looking over my notes concerning the ceremony.

  Who am I kidding? I stared at the papers for about thirty minutes before closing my eyes and attempting a nap. Also, a futile task. I could sense Brendan, and any time he moved, his cologne wafted in my direction in the small cabin.

  Of all the things Granddaddy asked me to do, this event was one I have never experienced. Not many owners attend these events, but I know he’d gone to a few to either support a friend or one of our old players.

  Barry could have asked just about anyone to present the award tonight, but he didn’t.

  “The only person other than Kyle that I feel right asking is you. Your family took me in, and without your support I wouldn’t have been nominated,” Barry told me the morning he came into my office.

  How do you say no to that? I know I couldn’t.

  “Ma’am?” Pamela, our flight attendant asks, her fingers tapping on my forearm.

  I squint into her chocolate brown eyes, mine adjusting after being shut. “Yes?”

  “I’m sorry to wake you, but you asked me to notify you when we were an hour out,” she says.

  Nodding, I don’t bother telling her I was wide awake as I listened to the excited chatter of the others. “Thank you,” I tell her, and my eyes shift to Brendan who winks before returning his attention to the tablet in his hand.

  Unlike the others, I didn’t board the plane in the clothes for the event. A call from the marketing department had delayed my departure from the stadium. Vicky had foreseen the issue and ran by my place to grab my things.

  I unfasten my seatbelt and retrieve my garment bag from the closet. Thankfully the jet’s bathroom is bigger than any commercial plane’s, and I make quick work of my makeup. The event isn’t black tie, but as owner and presenter, I know what is expected of me. Once I’m satisfied with the smokier eyes and brighter lipstick, I unclip my hair. I’m super lucky that my hair has a natural curl to it that the humidity easily maintains. I brush it and adjust the waves I set earlier that morning.

  Unzipping the garment bag, my eyes narrow as I see the fabric. In it I don’t find the black suit I hung off my closet door, but rather the little black dress I bought only a week ago. Black lace sleeves come down to my wrists and a lace hem that reaches the top of my shins. The underlying hem lays above my knees, exposing more skin than I planned and blurring the lines of business and pleasure.

  I bought the dress wit
h Brendan in mind. Certainly not for an event of this caliber, but seeing it is all Vicky packed for me I don’t have many options. My current clothes are wrinkled and there’s a stain on my slacks from lunch.

  “Damn it, Vicky.”

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching the Akron-Canton airport. Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to land,” the pilot announces, leaving me with no time to question the dress.

  I toss my discarded clothes into the garment bag after removing my red pumps. After cleaning up my mess quickly, I glance one last time at the mirror hanging off the door and hope I don’t become the target for gossip.

  “Here, let me help. Go on ahead to your seat,” Pamela tells me as she takes my things from my hands.

  “Thank you!” A few compliment my dress on my way back and my nerves ease until Brendan’s eyes darken as they meet mine.

  “You look very nice,” he says, his voice thick with desire. I shift in my seat, trying to tamp down the need he creates.

  Unable to speak, I smile and nod in his direction.

  “Thank you, Kylie. It means a lot to me that you stood in for your granddaddy,” Barry mutters as he wraps me into his large frame. It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t played for a few years, he’s maintained his physique.

  “Barry, it was my honor to do it. We’re all so proud of you. I loved your speech,” I tell him as we step back. I teeter on my heels, my nerves still affecting me, and a hand presses against my lower back. The size, pressure, and the tingle that runs down my spine tells me exactly who it is.