Hawke: Christmas in Paradise (Billionaire Boys Club)

by Ellie Masters

  “I think that’s wise. I have a question about douchebag Scott.”

  No mistaking Gideon’s snicker. He may turn into my biggest ally if I play things right.

  “You left Euphoria because of some of the things I said when we first met. Things that are no longer true. I’m chasing you, something I’ve never done for any woman before. That alone shows you the truth of what we have. As for MindScapeVR, there are a few things I need to know. Specifically, who owns the IP? Your project wasn’t deselected based on the merits of the creative content, but rather the business proposal attached to it. We can build something incredible together, but I need to know who owns the IP.”

  “We?” Her emerald gaze shimmers with a veil of unshed tears.

  “Me and you. Your brothers see how it can be applied to their business. I have a few ideas myself, and I bring the one thing you’re lacking.”

  “What’s that?”

  “A solid business plan, along with strategic and operational expertise. You’ve barely scraped the surface. It’s time to dream big.”

  “You speak as if it’s easy.”

  “Are you in a position to walk away from MindScapeVR? Do you own the intellectual property rights or does douchebag?”

  “I do.”

  “Good.” I take a step forward. Then another. Her brothers crowd closer. “Call off the hounds, Quinn. You know what comes next.” I could push harder, but I risk losing her forever if I do. Her pride will have her digging in her heels. I’m hoping she feels the air crackling between us because I damn sure feel it. I won’t say it out loud, not in front of her brothers, but this ends only one way. Me buried deep within her as she cries out my name.

  I take in a deep breath and hold it, counting to five. When I reach five, I’ll walk away.

  My count barely passes three when she squeezes between her brothers and slips free. They don’t move, continuing to support her from behind.

  “What do you mean by me and you? Your mother made it very clear we weren’t getting a penny of SVC Inc. venture capital.”

  “And you won’t, but that’s on Scott’s head. Mother wants to buy you out and have you sell the idea to us. She was going to offer five million for the IP rights.”

  “Five million?” Quinn sways on her feet. Her brother, Gideon, reaches out to support her.

  As much as they stand between me and my girl, I respect his protectiveness toward his sister. He’s really going to hate me when I tell him to step aside.

  Quinn is mine.

  “Quinney.” Gideon places his arm around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry. You just lost…”

  “Quinn lost nothing.” I interrupt him. “It was a shit deal. Your idea is worth tens of millions, probably ten times more than that.” I never considered the applications Gideon mentioned in other industries. This could very well become a billion-dollar idea. I want to give her the chance to change the world.

  Her eyes widen with my comment. It’s a part of the meeting we never got to because the whole thing derailed before it ever began. But there’s hope.

  “I’ll put the rest up myself. There may be a few others who want to get in on the ground floor.”

  My buddies, Jack and Steve, will want to invest. Between the three of us, we can come up with the entire ten million. To be honest, I’d rather have full control, but I’m not in a position to fund her dreams entirely by myself. As for her brothers, and the investment of Hayes Construction, I have a few concerns.

  “You want to invest in me?” She does the worst possible thing she can do and nibbles on her bottom lip. I suppress a groan with great difficulty.

  “Your idea has the potential to become what they often refer to as a singularity event. There’re a lot of VR applications out there, but none with the adaptive learning you bring to the table. I don’t understand all of it, but I see enough of what your brothers saw to know there are wide-reaching implications. Honestly, you were ripped off with that first app you sold. I don’t want that to happen again. I want to invest in our future.”

  I realize that’s exactly what I want.

  “Our future?”

  “If you want me to beg, I’ll beg, but you’ll pay for that later.” I don’t have to tell her how I’ll make her pay. The way her eyes widen tell me she knows exactly what I mean, and she’s doing that lip-biting thing again. I shift my attention to her brothers. They don’t scare me. “The four of you are done here.” I gesture toward the car. “Quinn and I have something to discuss.” Something that doesn’t involve clothes.

  Gideon doesn’t look like he’s ready to surrender his sister into a stranger’s arms, but I don’t worry about him. Quinn edges around her brothers. Her gaze flicks from me back to them.

  “Um, guys…” She stares at the ground. “I’m good.”

  “You sure?” Gideon looks at Quinn.

  “Yeah.” She ducks her head. “I am.”

  “If you hurt her…” Gideon shifts his attention to me.

  “I won’t.”

  “You better not.” He gives a jerk of his chin to her brothers. “What do I tell Mother and Daddy? I take it you won’t be home for dinner.”

  “She won’t be home for breakfast either.” I can’t help it, but Gideon needs to understand I mean what I said. Quinn is mine. Her cheeks turn bright pink. I love how she refuses to look her brothers in the eye. She knows I plan to fuck her, and that her brothers probably figured that part out already.

  Nothing more is said. Each of her brothers gives her a hug as I step away from their vehicle and grab my suit jacket. Four doors open, and four doors shut. I wait patiently for the engine to crank over. As they drive off, Gideon gestures, telling me he’ll be watching me.

  As soon as they turn the corner, I close the distance before Quinn can move. My arms fold around her delicate shoulders and I pull her to me. Electricity rushes along my nerves with the same crackling charge as the first time we touched. I want to kiss her, but there’s no way I’ll be able to stop with a kiss.

  “God, I’ve missed you. I need you. I’ve missed your touch.” I gently bite down on her earlobe. “Let’s get out of here.” Preferably someplace private where we can divest ourselves of our clothes.

  “Is it true?” She tilts her head to look at me. “Everything you said?”

  “It is. How entangled are you with Scott? We can set a legal team on it.”

  “I’m fairly certain the IP remains mine, but we should be certain.”

  We.

  I like the sound of that.

  “I need to be inside of you, Miss Hayes. I’ve missed you terribly.” The need to reconnect with her in the most intimate of ways pounds in my veins. I’m aching and hard for her, desperate to feel her wet heat wrap around my cock.

  “I’ve missed you too, and I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For leaving, I guess. For not telling you. For not explaining why.” She tilts her head back. Tears shimmer in her eyes. “I can’t do this if it’s just a fling. I’m not wired that way. If that’s all I am to you, now’s the time to stand aside. I’m a bonder. I won’t survive the heartbreak when you walk away.”

  “All I’ve thought about is you. At first, I wanted to strangle you. I wanted to get back at you for walking out on me. I’ve never felt that before, and it’s not because you’re the only woman who’s ever walked out on me. I’ve gone crazy these past few days, and I finally figured out why.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I can’t promise forever, but I want to try. As for the way you left me, we can discuss an appropriate punishment later, preferably with a whole lot less clothing between us.” Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. The pulse in her neck jumps. I give a low chuckle and press the tip of my finger on her pert nose. “That excites you, doesn’t it?” I think it’s more than that, but first things first.

  She nibbles at her lower lip and loops her arms around my neck. Rising up on tiptoe,
she presses a featherlight kiss against my lips. A low groan escapes me as I yank her hot body against mine. She draws back, breaking our connection, and stares up at me.

  “If you don’t fuck me right now, Hawke Sterling, I’m going to scream.”

  “Oh, I definitely plan on making you scream.” I drag her to the executive elevator and swipe my card key. The moment the doors open, I shove her inside and press her against the wall. I claim her mouth, hungry, needful, and determined. The moment the elevator starts to rise, I hit the emergency override, and we come to a bone-jarring stop.

  She looks up at me, shocked, then her attention drifts to the controls where my palm rests over the emergency stop. She scans the ceiling, and I give a low snicker as I unbuckle my belt and slide it out of the belt loops.

  “No security cameras in here, luv. Now, give me your hands.” She does as I command. Her breathing quickens as I wrap my belt around her wrists, cinching it down tight. I spin her around, facing away from me, and place her hands high over her head. “Your punishment is that I’m going to take from you, and you can’t touch me. At least with your hands. You can use your mouth to make it up to me later.” I grip her wrists, emphasizing my point. “Don’t you dare move those hands.”

  “Or what?”

  “If you want to test me, go ahead. You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure it out, but right now, I’m taking what’s mine.” I slide my palm over her ass and give a light swat. We’ll get to the heavier stuff later. I free my cock and wrap a hand around my shaft. A low moan slips from my lips.

  “This is going to be fast and ugly, Quinn. I need to…”

  She twists her neck. Her gaze is hooded with desire.

  “I’m yours, Hawke, do with me as you please.”

  “Fuck, Quinn, do you really mean that?”

  “Any way you need me.” She licks her lips. “Just please, don’t make me wait. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  I slide her skirt up and yank her panties to the side. I finger her for a moment, checking to see if she’s wet. Quinn’s more than ready. She’s fucking dripping. No need to waste another second. I plunge into her, sinking all the way in. A sigh escapes her, and a low groan rumbles out of my chest as her pussy wraps all around me.

  “I don’t know if I can be gentle.” I don’t want to hurt her. More importantly, I want this to be good for her.

  “I like when you’re rough.” Her husky words make my cock jerk.

  That’s all she needs to say.

  My hips move, and I fuck my girl like I’m a goddamn animal until she screams my name and her pussy convulses around my cock. I follow her over the edge, too fucking eager to make this last. I don’t come with Quinn Hayes. No, it’s far more than that. She makes me fucking hurtle over the edge.

  She likes hard, rough fucking. Which is perfectly fine by me.

  As for whether she believes me, I didn’t lie when I said she was mine.

  Thirty-Four

  Quinn

  Hawke pulls out while my entire body still quakes. Hard and rough? Yes, please. Any day. Any time, as long as it’s him. He smacks my ass, hard, lifting me up on my toes. I give a screech as his teeth graze my earlobe.

  “That’s for walking out on me.” He reaches back, and his hand cracks down on my ass again. “And that’s because you make me hard. I’m constantly hard for you.” He soothes the sting in my ass cheek as I give a low moan. “You like that?”

  I give a barely perceptible nod.

  “You like when I’m rough, or when I smack your ass?”

  I close my eyes and hold back a whimper. My skirt is hiked up, revealing my bare ass. He rubs light circles around the burning sting. My answer comes in the form of shoving my ass out where I rub it against the bulge of his spent cock.

  “Answer me.” His sharp command pulls a whimper from my throat.

  “I like everything you do.”

  “Duly noted. And, Quinn?”

  “Yes?” Breathy and excited, I need more. The quick orgasm, while powerful, isn’t enough.

  “I’m going to fuck you all the way into the new year. We’ve got less than eight hours left, and when we get to the other side, do you know what happens?”

  “No.” I squirm as his palm glides against my ass.

  “You start the new year as mine.” The low growl in his throat makes my pussy throb. The way he says mine makes me believe he means it. “How does that make you feel, knowing you’re mine?”

  “Hot.”

  Desperately hot.

  He jerks me back against him, and his teeth scrape along the skin of my neck.

  “There are things we need to discuss, but they’ll wait for the new year.” He reaches between my legs and slips his fingers under the cotton edge of my panties. He dips his fingertips between my damp folds, still sensitive from the rough fuck moments ago. Hawke toys lightly until my breath comes in short gasps and takes his time driving me crazy.

  He presses with the pads of his fingers, one by one, until he finds the perfect spot to drive me wild. Once there, his fingers move in a punishing rhythm that quickly makes my legs shake and drives all thought out of my mind. Hawke definitely knows how to play my body.

  I groan and press my face against the wall. My hands, still tied by his belt, push against the wall as I arch back, needing more stimulation before I go out of my ever-loving mind.

  “Keep your hands where they are, luv. Drop them and all this stops.” His command weakens my knees, and it’s all I can do to remain upright. Fortunately, the brace of his body behind me lends some support. Meanwhile, his fingers continue to work my clit with expert precision as he rubs in slow, delicious circles.

  I’ve missed his sensuous touch.

  “Goddammit, you’re shaking.” His reverent words are full of awe. “You’re shaking for me, aren’t you, luv?” His mouth hovers near my ear, and the heat of his breath drives me insane. “It’s been a long few days without this pussy to keep me occupied.”

  His words do something inside of me. I melt for him as he gives me exactly what I need. His fingers on my clit continue their maddening rhythm. The pad of his thumb presses against the sensitive tissue. I’m almost there.

  “I’m going to have you in every way. When I say you’re mine, you need to know what that means.” His fingers slide down and tickle my soaking-wet entrance. “But not now.” A growl emanates from his throat, low and needy.

  “Ummmm.” The things he’s doing with his fingers drive the ability to speak right out of my head. I’m reduced to my most base desires. Complete sentences are beyond me. Simple words are too difficult to speak.

  He leans against me, letting me feel he’s long and engorged again. He’s ready for me. Two fingers slip inside me and slowly glide in and out while his other hand moves faster and harder over my clit.

  A low, needy moan escapes me.

  He takes me right to the edge, then pulls away, denying my release. Just by the slightest adjustment of the cadence of his fingers, I’m totally at his mercy. Slower. Faster. Then he slows everything down again as I cry out in frustration. So fucking close.

  He knows this. He’s intentionally punishing me.

  “Hawke…” I whimper because, while I’ll do whatever he says, he’s got me going and I need to come. “Please fuck me, or let me come.” I want his dick. I need to feel his strength and power as he takes me. As he lays claim to me like he promises.

  There’s a low chuckle behind my ear. “I’m going to leave you needy and wanting, make you suffer like I’ve suffered these past few days. I’m going to deny your release.” The hot, wet tip of his tongue traces along the edge of my ear. “As punishment.” He dips his head forward and lets out a sigh. “Fuck, Quinn, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  With those words, he removes his fingers—all of them—and leaves me gasping at the aching emptiness he leaves behind. I suck in a breath as he reaches for my wrists and undoes the belt securing them in place.

  Before I
know what’s happening, he smooths my skirt back down over my hips and spins me around. I blink and gape. When I try to speak, he places his finger on my lower lip.

  “For making me ache for you.”

  “Hawke…”

  He gives a shake of his head. “This is me controlling what happens between us. If you have a problem with that, I’ll drop it. We’ll fuck like rabbits. I’ll give you the orgasms you desperately want. Otherwise…” He gives me a hard stare, and I sense this is a critical moment. “You hand over control. You give me the authority to see to our mutual pleasure, and I’ll fulfill your wildest fantasies.”

  A rush of pleasure flows through me. He’s not kidding around. I don’t know why I find that sexy as hell, but I do. I really do.

  “What’s it going to be, Miss Quinn Hayes? You want to take that orgasm now? Or wait until I decide to give it to you?”

  He’s not backing down, forcing me to choose. I can have all the sex I want, or I can put my faith in him and allow him to lead us as he chooses.

  “I need an answer.” Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against mine.

  “I hate you a little bit right now.” I adjust my skirt and smooth out the wrinkles. I’m hotter now than when he had his hands on me. My insides clench and throb as he waits. “But okay.” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, but the way my pussy throbs with the thought of him dominating me makes me want to take a chance.

  “Okay?”

  I give a nod.

  “To which part?”

  Dammit, he’s going to make me say it.

  “I’ll wait.” I close my eyes and seal my fate.

  “It’ll be worth it, Quinn. Trust me, when I finally give you that orgasm, you’ll know you made the right choice.” His low, throaty chuckle will be my undoing. “As for right now, I have business to conclude upstairs.”

  I stare at his cock, which is no longer spent, but heavy again with his arousal. When I lick my lips, a hiss escapes him. Our little conversation about control affects him as much as it affects me. The idea of being in charge is intoxicating. Maybe I can work this to my advantage. “If you fuck me, it’ll relieve some of that tension.”