Big Bad Rancher: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  What was he going to do? Shoot her? There in the kitchen? Surely people would hear. But as she exploded through the kitchen door and into the club proper, she realized that the music was so loud and pounding that surely no one would have heard a gunshot from the kitchen.

  She didn’t look back. She tottered quickly on her heels, pushing through the dance floor, heading for the front door. She was halfway across when she cursed in her head. She didn’t have her purse. It was in a locker in the employee room. Her car keys were inside. She would have to turn around, head back toward the kitchen if she wanted to get them. And she needed them if she was to get in her car and speed away from this place.

  She couldn’t though. She had no way of knowing if the three men were following her; she was too scared to look back. Cherry didn’t have a plan. She just wanted to get out of Fire House. That was step one. She kept going, one foot in front of the other, trotting on those sky-high heels. She saw the door, the crowd of people parted for her like the Red Sea, and hurried forward. She was ten feet away when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and tug her to a stop. She yelped in fear and spun.

  3

  David turned down Layla’s request to dance for the fifth time. Tiffany was young and hot, but David wasn’t in the mood for that. He was going through one of his spells, as he liked to think of them. He was so used to getting what he wanted that when he didn’t get something, he obsessed over it. He knew it wasn’t healthy, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Cherry since she wouldn’t give herself to him.

  And then he saw her, rushing across the dance floor. She looked frightened. David stood up, sliding out of the booth. He looked behind her at the crowd. She was obviously running, so what was she running from? David saw two men in dark suits, and then, a half step behind them, Nathan. Nathan held a gun in his hand, pointed downward, held tight against his body. David couldn’t believe the man could be so stupid.

  David didn’t know what the problem was, but he didn’t care. “Go get the car,” he said, turning to the two men who had come to the club with him. They both nodded and forced others to move out of the booth so they could stand up. They went to the door.

  David angled across the floor, hoping to cut Cherry off. He just missed her, coming to a stop behind her. He reached for her arm, curling his strong fingers around her wrist. She gave a short yelp that drew a few nearby eyes and turned.

  “You,” she said.

  “Trouble?” David asked, nodding his head backward. She looked over his shoulder and her eyes went wide. David didn’t wait for her to answer. “Come with me,” he said and led her out the door.

  His men were fast, and as he and Cherry stepped out onto the sidewalk, a black sedan was pulling to the curb. The man in the passenger seat opened his door, planning on getting out and opening the door for David and Cherry, but David waved him back inside and opened the door himself. They both climbed into the backseat, Cherry first. David shut the door and glanced out the window just in time to see Nathan and his two stooges burst out onto the sidewalk. David waved as the car pulled away from the curb.

  “Where to?” Kyle asked. He always drove.

  “Home,” David said, and he glanced to Cherry to see if she would argue, but she stayed quiet, her face one of shock and terror. She knew how close she had just come to dying. The question, to David at least, was why? He wasn’t sure she was ready to talk about it, so he was content to stay quiet, as was she. They drove to his apartment, the penthouse of a tall building smack dab in the middle of downtown Chicago. They pulled into the private parking garage, Kyle using a keypad before a large gate to punch in a code and open it. Kyle and Mark walked ahead after getting out of the car, and David took Cherry by the arm gently and led her to an elevator.

  They got in, Mark slid a keycard into a small slot, and the elevator shot up to the top floor. When the doors opened, they were faced with another door, which Mark unlocked and pushed open. David’s two men went inside and searched the place, something they did every time David came home. David and Cherry waited for them to return.

  “All clear,” Mark said, and David nodded. His two most trusted men then stayed outside the front door but didn’t enter the elevator quite yet. They would be at the front door until six in the morning, when two new men would come relieve them, allowing them to go to their own apartments, in the same building but on lower floors, so they could get some sleep. David shut the door after wishing them good night, even though he knew it would be a few hours before they went to bed.

  “I’ve never gone home with a man who has bodyguards,” Cherry said, and she tried to smile. David laughed.

  “I have to. I have a chef, a personal trainer, a lot of employees, really. Those two were both my friends long before they became my bodyguards.”

  Cherry nodded. She walked into the living room. The whole apartment was a huge open space, except for a bathroom and a bedroom, which were walled off behind closed doors. She sat on the couch and took her heels off. David stood before her.

  “What happened?” he asked.

  “My fucking boss went crazy,” Cherry said. “It looked like he was going to kill me.”

  “Why?”

  She shrugged and looked up at David.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Did you hear something? See something?”

  Cherry sighed and rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. “I saw…he had this folder, with pictures of women. He said they were from Russia and that he might buy one himself. It looked like…”

  David nodded. He knew exactly what it had looked like. “That would explain it.”

  Cherry shook her head. “I knew Nathan was a scumbag, but I never knew…I thought maybe he had gotten into drug stuff, but this…”

  David nodded. “It’s big,” he said. “And he’s going up against Rubio.”

  Cherry didn’t understand. “Who’s Rubio?”

  “If you want Russian brides, you go to Rubio. Not my sort of thing, to be honest. I don’t do the whole slavery thing.”

  “Honor among thieves, huh?” Cherry cracked, though she didn’t smile.

  “Something like that,” David said grimly. “But if Nathan has something going, he’s at the beginning of it. He doesn’t want word getting out, and that’s why he was willing to kill you. If this spills too early, Rubio is going to kill him. He has to build up the business, show he’s capable, and maybe just cut Rubio in if he wants to keep on living.”

  “So what now?” Cherry asked.

  “He’s going to come looking for you, and I’ll talk to him.”

  Cherry had opened her mouth to speak again, but David’s cell phone rang in his pocket, and she closed her mouth. She sat and watched as the man answered his phone.

  “Hello?” he said. It was Nathan.

  “Give me the girl,” he said.

  “Your balls are getting big, Nathan,” David said.

  “Don’t turn this into something. She needs to be dealt with.”

  “She didn’t see anything,” David said, lying. “She doesn’t know what’s happening.”

  “She didn’t see anything? Why did she run?”

  “She saw you pulling a gun on her.”

  Nathan laughed. “So I guess you know now too, huh? That’s too bad.”

  “Are you threatening me?” David asked. “Do you remember who I am? Do you remember who you are? You’re nothing, kid. Just back off, back down, and go back to running clubs.”

  “I’m better than that. You idiots don’t know what the fuck I’ve been doing for months. A year! I’m more powerful than you’d ever guess. You won’t know until it’s too late.”

  David furrowed his brow. “Fuck off, Nathan,” he said, and then he hung up.

  “So it’s all settled then?” Cherry asked. She smiled, clearly joking.

  “I don’t know who this kid thinks he is,” David said. “I’ll deal with him tomorrow. You tired?”

  Cherry nodded, yawning suddenly. “I could sle
ep,” she said with a little laugh.

  “I’ll take the couch,” David said, but Cherry shook her head.

  “Just get me a pillow and a blanket and I’ll be fine out here,” she said. David nodded and left, and when he returned he had her requested items. She was standing, working the zipper down on the back of her dress, facing away from him. He set the pillow and blanket on the couch and stepped forward, using his fingers to tug the zipper down. His eyes didn’t leave her as her back was bared. Her skin was white and soft looking. He yearned to reach out and touch it. He did so, unable to stop himself, his fingertips sliding down along her spine.

  She let him touch her, didn’t move away, didn’t tell him to stop. His fingers went down until they hit the dress, right above the rounded curve of her ass. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the back of her neck, using one hand to hold her red hair out of the way.

  She spun when he pulled away, and she let the dress fall. She stepped out of it, wearing only a black thong, her breasts large and heaving before him. He placed his hands on her body, her breasts, her nipples hardening against his touch. His hands moved down, along her hips, over her exposed butt cheeks. His cock grew hard in his pants, and she reached down, gripping him through the material.

  She was wet, yearning for the man, and she only grew more excited when he dipped his head to plant soft kisses on her breasts, trailing a circle around her nipples until finally he took one into his mouth and sucked on it while pinching the neglected areola between his thumb and forefinger.

  His lips moved up, and they pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and parted her lips to his roving tongue. His hands were on her ass again, kneading the flesh there, pawing at her. She pushed her pelvis forward and felt his hard cock pressing against the bottom of her flat stomach.

  She went to her knees, breaking away from him. He watched her; his breath caught in his throat as Cherry reached up and undid his fly. Unbuttoned and unzipped, David’s hard cock sprang out through the front flap of his boxer briefs. It bobbed in the air for a moment, wavering in front of the young woman’s face. She took him in her hand, holding him tightly at the base of his cock. He was huge, the biggest man she had been with. She wanted him in her pussy, but she knew she couldn’t tease him. Down here, on her knees, she would need to use her mouth, at least for a little bit.

  Her ruby red lips parted and her velvet-like pink tongue darted out, licking the tip of his cock. She moved her head forward, and the bulbous head of his dick disappeared into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the head, tasting the clear pre-cum that was forming there. David’s hand found the back of Cherry’s head, his fingers curling through her hair. She took more of his member into her hot, wet mouth. Her lips slid along his shaft. Her tongue swirled and ran along the sensitive underside of his cock.

  The head of his dick was quickly pushing against the back of her throat, surprising Cherry, because she still had a few inches to go. He was just too big. She slid back, letting his cock slide from her mouth, wet and shining in the soft light of the living room due to her saliva. She took his shaft in her hand again, moving back and forth, jerking him off while she sucked on his head before she took him into her mouth once more.

  “Fuck,” the man groaned, and she looked at him with her big blue eyes, and he grinned down at her. She pulled away from him, holding his cock in her hand, jerking it slowly.

  “How long have you wanted this?” she asked with a devilish grin.

  “A long time,” David replied. “Don’t stop sucking my cock,” he added, and she laughed and then took him into her mouth once more. She bobbed her head, her lips and tongue and hand working together to drive him wild, but she was careful not to let him get past the point of no return. She was on her knees in front of him, naked save for the thong, which was soaked through in the crotch. She liked giving head, and she knew she was good at it, but she needed David’s cock in her tight pussy, and she would have it.

  When she knew she had him riled up, she pulled back and stood up. She went to pull the thong down, but he stopped her, doing it himself and then placing his hands on her waist and spinning her away from him. With a guiding hand on her back, she bent, his other hand taking the opportunity to grab her ass. The hand on her back slid down, a finger trailing between her cheeks until it was on her wet slit, sliding down to rub sensually against her clit. She spread her legs and braced herself, one hand on the couch and one hand on the coffee table.

  David took his cock in his hand and guided himself into her. Cherry moaned and closed her eyes. His hands went to her waist, his fingers almost touching. He held her still and fucked her senseless, pumping quickly in and out of her soaking pussy.

  “I’m coming,” Cherry groaned, the blood rushing to her head since she was bent over, adding a strange pleasure to everything.

  When she spoke, David pulled his cock out of her, and she was disappointed, but the man knelt down and pressed his face to her pussy, his tongue sliding into her body as he reached up to rub her clit with the pad of his index finger.

  Her orgasm was the most intense she had ever felt. Her whole body shook; her stomach felt as though it was folding in on itself. She groaned aloud, and her juices flowed. When it was over she expected David to stand up, to slide into her again, but instead he sat down on the couch and pulled her over to him. She turned so she was facing him and straddled his lap, her knees on the couch on either side of him.

  Cherry lowered herself slowly, bringing David’s cock into her pussy once more. This new position felt even better than the last, and she knew there was a chance she could come again. She bent and pressed her lips to his. His lips and chin were wet and shiny with her own juices, but she didn’t care. She tasted him, and she tasted herself.

  She bucked on his lap quickly, pulling down so fast that their skin slapped together when they met. David’s hands were on her ass, kneading the flesh there, squeezing it and pulling it. When she stopped kissing him, he leaned forward, taking a nipple eagerly into his mouth.

  She came again, throwing her head back as it suddenly overtook her. She soaked his cock, her juices leaking out and running down his member, soaking his wiry shock of pubic hair. It was all too much for him, and he was finally coming, his massive cock jumping inside her, spraying his load. He grunted, his hands on her hips, pulling her down and holding her still as he came. When it was over, she crawled off him and started to laugh.

  He laughed too. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “I don’t know why I was putting that off for so long,” Cherry said, unable to contain her giggles. The couch was soaked with sweat and cum, so David led her to the bedroom. They slept, entwined with one another, and she woke early in the morning, seeing just an edge of orange along the side of the closed blinds of the nearest window. She woke him up by taking his cock into her mouth.

  4

  The second time they had sex it was more like making love: slow and tender, kissing, him on top. Afterward, they showered together, and he surprised her by having yet more cum ready. She swallowed it, kneeling in front of him as the hot water splattered against the back of her head.

  They had breakfast, which was prepared by David’s personal chef, while wearing fuzzy robes, and then he got dressed in his room. Cherry stood and watched him.

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  “I need to take care of this,” David said. “I won’t be long. Stay here and I’ll be back.”

  Cherry thought of something that had happened that morning, in the dawn as they made love. It was his accent. He had always sounded American, but that morning, as he had moaned and said sweet nothings to her as he came inside her for the second time, he had sounded different.

  “You’re Russian,” she said with a grin.

  David laughed and nodded. “I am.”

  “You don’t usually sound like it.”

  “Not many people know I wasn’t born here. I thought it would be a weakness.”

  �
��It was pretty hot,” Cherry said.

  David laughed again. “I’ll remember that,” he said in his natural accent, the words heavy and slow with a Russian twang. Cherry grinned and clapped her hands together. Then she got serious. “Are you going to be okay?”

  David laughed and stood. He had been sitting on the end of his bed, tying his shoes. He took her hands in his. “I’ll be fine. I’ll take care of Nathan; you can go back to your life.”

  Cherry smiled and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said, and then he left.

  Only a few hours later, she would know there wasn’t much of a chance of going back to her life. It had changed, and it would continue to.

  Inside the apartment, two men were with her, along with the personal chef, who was preparing lunch already. The men were unknown to her, the day shift, guys she had never seen with David in the club. They were both young, one with a buzzed head and one with longer blond locks. Neither of them spoke to her. They just stood near the front door in expensive suits.

  She felt awkward in David’s apartment without him, and she stayed in the bedroom most of the time. Lunch came, and David wasn’t yet back, so she sat at the table alone and was served a pasta dish with fresh-baked bread and a small bowl of butter. She declined wine, instead drinking water.

  Just as she was finishing up, there was a knock on the door. She turned in her chair, able to see the front door from where she sat. The man with the long hair went to the door and opened it a crack.

  “Yes?” he said, but instead of an answer, the door was shoved open and he stumbled back. He reached for his gun, but it was too late. There was a series of loud popping sounds, and fountains of crimson blood bloomed on the long-haired man’s chest. He fell back, dead before he even hit the ground.

  The man who had shot him kept coming through the door, a handgun at the ready. Two more men followed him. The man with the shaved head had his gun out and was firing back. He took down the lead man, the one who had killed his friend.

  “Come on!” a voice close to Cherry’s ear said. She turned to see the chef. The woman looked at her with wild eyes, wide with fear. Cherry nodded and got up, and they ran for the bedroom.