House Of The Billionaire (The Billionaire's Contract Series)

by Hamilton, Angelina Jenoire

  He shrugged. 'When Dwayne was born, my mother got what she always wanted...a child. When I came along four years later, I was just an added inconvenience.'

  'You shrug it off but it must have affected you terribly.'

  He bent to pick up a stick from the ground and tossed it into the lake. It landed with a splash, sending out concentric rings of ripples and disturbing the calm water. 'In truth, I've been affected every day of my life since. I looked up to Dwayne all through my childhood. When he died, I tried my best to become like him. I suppose a psychiatrist would say I was trying to please my mother but it wasn't that at all. In my mind, if I became like Dwayne, he wouldn't really die. Come with me, I'll show you something.' He set off back toward the house.

  As she caught up with him, it seemed obvious to Kirsty that Dwayne's death fifteen years ago had affected Tyler's entire family. The house still held the dark atmosphere of death and Evelyn seemed to be trying to drink herself into oblivion. When she had woken up earlier, she had said she was dreaming of Dwayne. Perhaps Evelyn Blake could only be happy in her dreams.

  But it was Tyler that Kirsty worried about the most. Coming back to this house had pulled buried memories to the surface. Even now as he walked toward the house his lean jaw was set in a determined manner. She felt guilty. He was doing this for her.

  'Tyler, if it's too painful to stay here, we could find a hotel...'

  'No,' he replied grimly. 'I've been running from this place for a long time. It wasn't until I met you that I realised it’s time to face this.' He stopped at the garage and grabbed the handle, pulling the door up onto its tracks and revealing the interior.

  The air that came wafting out of the shadowy garage smelled of mould and dust. Inside, the walls were festooned with tools hanging from pegs. A scarred wooden shelf ran along one wall and old tins of red paint and motor oil stood in a row like bleeding soldiers along its length. The small space was dominated by a car underneath a huge old dusty beige blanket. Tyler walked forward and grabbed a corner of the blanket, pulling it backwards and revealing the car underneath.

  It was bright red - like the crimson of freshly-spilled blood- but apart from that it looked like an ordinary car from the nineties. Kirsty had been expecting something like a Porsche or a Ferrari.

  ‘It’s nothing special,’ Tyler said, as if reading her mind. ‘Just a 1980 Datsun Cherry that Dwayne found one day in a junk yard and decided to rebuild. He died when it was only half finished, which is how I know his death was a terrible accident. He didn’t jump from that cliff. He wouldn’t have left his Cherry unfinished. He loved this car and he loved working on it.’ As he spoke, Tyler ran his hand over the edge of the car door. He seemed lost in thought a moment then he said, ‘After he was gone, I continued on where he had left off. I didn’t know anything about cars but I learned for him. I spent hours in here, usually at night, working under that bare bulb.’ He pointed to a bulb hanging from the dirty ceiling. ‘It made me feel closer to Dwayne.’

  ‘You did a great job,’ Kirsty said, gesturing to the car. ‘You finished it.’

  He pursed his lips and shook his head. ‘No. The car isn’t finished; there’s one piece missing.’ He went to the shelf and took down a fist-sized piece of metal. ‘This is the carburettor. I never put it in. The car won’t run without it.’

  ‘I don’t understand.’

  ‘I couldn’t bring myself to finish the project that Dwayne started before his death. As long as the car is still incomplete, it’s like something of my brother’s life still lives on.’

  Kirsty said nothing. She wondered if Tyler had properly mourned his brother’s passing. This seemed unhealthy.

  He caught the look on her face and covered the car with the blanket. ‘Come on, let’s go inside,’ he said, walking out of the garage into the sunlight. She followed him and he closed the door. The metal runners squealed in protest as the door slid shut like the lid of a tomb.

  * * *

  ‘Tyler never was as clever as his older brother,’ Evelyn Blake said over the dinner table. They sat in Darkmere House’s wood-panelled dining room at an oblong dark wood table. John had prepared a dinner of potatoes, vegetables and steak topped with a rich peppercorn sauce. Evelyn hadn’t emerged from her room until dinner was ready and she was still drunk.

  ‘I’m not sure how you can say that,’ Kirsty said defensively. ‘Tyler owns a lot of successful companies.’

  ‘He buys companies that are doing badly and he injects cash into them, dear,’ Evelyn said dismissively. ‘All he has to do is open his wallet and make everything right.’

  ‘There’s more to it than that,’ John said as he ate his steak. ‘Tyler streamlines the company’s’ practices, uses his connections to get the best deals from suppliers, improves conditions for the workers.’

  ‘It’s all arty farty,’ she replied. ‘He doesn’t actually get his hands dirty and do any real work. It’s all about computers and stock reports. It’s not like he actually helps people by fixing their cars or anything like that.’

  ‘Dwayne was a mechanic,’ John said to Kirsty.

  ‘Yes, I saw the car on the garage,’ Kirsty said.

  ‘Tyler did most of the work on the Cherry,’ John replied. ‘Dwayne had barely started it. My boy here...’ he pointed to Tyler with his fork, ‘he took that heap of junk and restored it to its former glory. And it wasn’t done by opening his wallet; it was done by hard work.’

  Evelyn ignored this conversation and concentrated on picking at her steak.

  * * *

  By the time Tyler and Kirsty went up to bed, darkness had closed in around the house. The evening hadn’t gone well with Evelyn Blake belittling her son at every opportunity, John trying to keep the peace, Kirsty defending Tyler, and Tyler himself remaining quiet and calm.

  Kirsty went over to the bedroom and peered out at the stars in the inky night sky. ‘It gets so dark here,’ she said.

  ‘No lights around for miles,’ Tyler replied.

  ‘The stars are beautiful.’

  He came up behind her, pressing himself against her and lowering his lips to brush her neck teasingly. ‘You are beautiful, Kirsty.’

  She felt a tingle travel along her neck where his lips touched her. Reaching back, she held his hips and pulled him closer to her. His hard bulge pressed against her backside and she wriggled against him. He growled into her ear and laid a trail of kisses along her throat.

  She felt her body respond to him. Her nipples grew hard and erect, pressing against her bra. Her pussy felt like it was trembling with anticipation. Heat spread through her body in little pulsing waves.

  Tyler’s hands slid up her sides, making her shiver, before moving over her heavy breasts. His fingers found her nipples and teased them, tracing around the hard nubs almost lazily and making Kirsty gasp as the sensations of the contact sent wild signals careening through her body.

  She turned to face him, staying within his grasp. Tyler looked into her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her, his tongue sliding between her lips. She returned the kiss, her hands going to each side of his handsome face and holding him, his stubble bristling against her palms. He broke the kiss, leaving her panting.

  ‘I want you, Kirsty,’ he said in his deep, masculine voice. She felt his strong hands cup her buttocks and her shoulder and suddenly he was carrying her to the bed, her weight seemingly meaningless against his powerful strength. Laying her on the bed, he unfastened her jeans and slid them off her along with her panties. Kirsty was already working at the buttons on her blouse, fumbling them open to reveal the soft expanse of feminine flesh contained in the frilly white lace bra she had bought for the occasion. The underwire pushed her breasts together to form a deep cleavage. Tyler looked up at her and the appreciative look she saw in his eyes made her pant with desire for him. He looked at her like a predatory animal looks at its prey but with lust instead of hunger in his grey eyes.

  ‘I’ve wanted this all day,’ he whispered to her. ‘I thought
I would go crazy waiting.’

  She tugged at his sweater, pulling it up over his flat, muscled stomach. He finished the job for her, pulling it off effortlessly and tossing it onto the floor. His wide shoulders and flat, hard pecs displayed his power but Kirsty felt that she had seen more of this man than the outward physical prowess. She had seen a side of him that he had probably shared with no one else, a vulnerability and hurt deep inside that he had brought to the surface just to show her. He was still an alpha male with great looks and a smoking body...he was still all the things she found devastatingly attractive about him...but now he was much more than that as well.

  He pulled off his jeans and his hard, excited length stood thick and proud. Kirsty’s hands went to it, cradling his tight balls and gently stroking the shaft before moving sensuously up to the tip, her fingers spreading his precum over the head and making him groan.

  He supported his weight on his muscular arms, lying above Kirsty as she played with his cock. His raging hardness was so close to her pussy, she could almost feel its desire coming off it in waves of power. Looking into her eyes, Tyler lowered his hips and touched the folds of her pussy with the slick head of his penis.

  He knew she was on the pill but he had always worn a condom anyway until tonight. He pushed into her, his bare cock pushing past her lips and into the wet tightness beyond. She felt like he was giving her all of himself tonight, with no barriers between them. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the invasion of his excited cock into her willing body.

  Tyler grunted with pleasure at the feeling of her holding him snugly inside her. He adjusted his position and moved his hips so he could get even deeper into her hot embrace. Kirsty wrapped her legs around him and moved her hips to counter his thrusts, sliding him deeper inside her each time he thrust forward.

  His eyes didn’t leave her face as he pumped back and forth within her. ‘You’re amazing,’ he whispered, his breath rapid and excited.

  It’s you who’s amazing, she thought to herself, and you do amazing things to me, make me feel like no other man has ever made me feel. She felt a familiar tingling wave of pleasure begin to spread through her body and she knew she was about to orgasm. She had never experienced so many orgasms until she met Tyler. Now she rode the wave that suddenly overtook her like a tsunami and she cried out, realising that she didn’t know how close Mr and Mrs Blake’s bedroom was and whether or not they could hear her but at the same time not caring; all that mattered was the delicious bliss wracking her body and clamping her muscles in delectable fluttery spasms. She clamped her legs hard around Tyler’s back and pulled herself up against him, biting gently into his powerful shoulder as her climax shuddered through her. He continued to thrust into her, making each explosion of pleasure even more intense.

  As she felt the orgasm gradually fade and she relaxed back into the bed, he looked into her eyes and groaned, ‘Oh God, Kirsty, I’m going to come!’

  ‘Give it to me,’ she whispered.

  He arched his back and roared, releasing himself into her. He buried himself deep inside her body and erupted, crying out at the pleasure he felt. Kirsty felt him flood her with warmth and she experienced a mini orgasm simply at the thought that she had brought him to this point of uncontrollable release. Her body had pleased him until he could take no more and had to explode. Tyler thrust his hips hard, trying to bury as much of himself inside her pussy as he could while he twitched and spurted within her body.

  Kirsty wrapped her arms around his strong back and when he was done, he lowered himself to her and kissed her gently before positioning himself beside her, his arm around her belly. ‘Like I said...amazing,’ he said breathlessly.

  * * *

  He sat on the edge of the bed naked, every hard angle of his body illuminated by deep silvery moonlight arcing in from the window. Kirsty sat up, suddenly aware that she had drifted off sometime after they had made love. ‘Are you OK, Tyler?’

  He turned his head to face her and nodded slowly. ‘I’m beginning to think that coming here was a mistake.’

  She felt a momentary fear. ‘Do you mean us? Being together like this?’

  He moved to her and cradled her face on his hands. ‘No, I don’t mean that. I love being with you. It’s the house. The memories.’

  ‘We didn’t have to come here. A hotel somewhere would have been fine.’

  ‘I know. But I wanted to bring you here. When I was in Milan, I kept thinking of you. I decided then that I was going to bring you here, so you can see who I am, where I come from. I’ve never brought any other woman to Darkmere House.’

  That made her feel special and she dared to hope that Tyler’s feelings for her could be as strong as her feelings for him. She loved him. She had known it before coming to the Lake District but coming here had confirmed it in her mind. She loved Tyler Blake. But she could see that Darkmere House had an unhealthy effect on him. His mind seemed to wander to the dark events of the past way too much.

  ‘Thank you for bringing me here, Tyler. But I think we should probably leave soon. Your mother doesn’t want you here.’

  ‘She’s just mourning for Dean. We all are.’

  ‘Still? After fifteen years?’

  ‘He was her son. My brother.’

  ‘Yes, and I know that you must miss him terribly. But you haven’t had a normal grieving process. You can’t move on with your life if you’re constantly looking backwards at the past.’

  ‘I don’t know what else to do.’

  ‘Have you considered therapy?’

  ‘Never.’

  ‘Counselling?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Then you’re going to have to work it out yourself.’

  ‘I know.’

  ‘I don’t know how you’re going to do that.’

  He shrugged. ‘But I do know something I’m going to do right now.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘Spend the night with you.’ He grinned and climbed into bed next to her, sliding his powerful sexy body next to hers and putting his arm around her. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. Like everything else about Tyler Blake, it was strong and powerful.

  Feeling safe and secure, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her into its embrace.

  Chapter Five

  Tyler wasn’t sure what woke him. He opened his eyes and turned his head to check his watch on the bedside table.

  4:30 a.m.

  Kirsty was sleeping soundly next to him, on her side facing away. He looked at her naked shoulders and back and the way her lustrous hair caught the silver moonlight. Lifting the cover slightly, he let his eyes roam down her back to the curve of her hips and bottom. God, she was sexy. And in some ways, the sexiest thing about her was that she didn’t realise she was sexy. A gorgeous woman who was sexy and knew it was one thing, but a woman like Kirsty who was built of pleasing feminine curves and possessed a lush body that drove Tyler wild but didn’t even realise the effect she had on him was something else.

  He touched her side, stroking his hand down over the swell of her hip. She murmured in her sleep. Touching her and seeing her naked next to him in the bed aroused him. That was something else about Kirsty; no other woman had that effect on him. Usually it would take a touch or a caress to get him hard. The mere sight of Kirsty had him swollen and raging, his balls tight beneath his thick shaft.

  He let his hand continue down over her hip to her soft thigh. Then he moved it inwards and back up, caressing the cheeks of her bottom. He squeezed her lightly and stroked the soft flesh, letting his index finger dip into the crack of her ass and stroking her there. The contact made his cock twitch excitedly.

  Kirsty’s breathing quickened even though she remained asleep. Tyler stroked her bottom tenderly, suddenly wanting more than anything to see himself disappearing into her pussy while this gorgeous backside was pressed up against him, full, soft cheeks trembling against him.

  He groaned with desire.

 
Shuffling his hips forward, he pressed his hard shaft against Kirsty’s pretty behind, the feel of her soft flesh against his manhood exciting him and making him almost pant like a dog. He held her hip and pulled her back against his raging need, pushing himself against her soft cheeks. He forced himself to slow down; if he continued like this he would erupt and come all over her bottom. He wanted to enjoy her, he needed to be inside her.

  She moved languidly, pushing herself back against him and making little throaty growls as she wriggled her backside against him.

  Tyler moved down the bed slightly and the swollen tip of his cock stroked down between her legs to the moist heat waiting for him there. Pushing forward ever so slightly, he pushed past her lips and entered her with just his head. She moaned and reached back with one hand, stroking his hip. Tyler moved forward and slid deeper into her, making her ‘Mmmmm’.

  The tight heat accepted his sensitive, excited cock and he felt pleasure travel along the length of his shaft to his balls and spread from his groin to the rest of his body. He fucked her with rapid, deep strokes, driving himself into the tight sheath of her pussy. Her bottom...that delectable bottom that had turned him on so much in the first place...slapped against his hard stomach each time he pushed forward into Kirsty. She felt as good as she looked, soft, womanly and tight. The womanly scent of her arousal was like an aphrodisiac potion, making him giddy with desire.

  She whispered to him in the dark, her voice low and animalistic and still a little sleepy. ‘You feel so good in there.’

  ‘It feels so good being inside you,’ he whispered back.

  She ‘Mmmm’d again and moved her hips against in little jerky movements to please his cock. It was almost too much for Tyler and he had to hiss through his teeth to stop himself from coming.

  ‘You drive me crazy,’ he told her.

  ‘That’s the idea.’ She moved her hips in a way that made him slip deeper inside her hot pussy with each thrust. After feeling her engulf his manhood entirely for a few deep thrusts, he felt a tingle in his balls. ‘I’m going to come,’ he whispered.