Billionaire's Unexpected Bride (Slade Brothers Book 1)

by Alexis Winter

  Unlike most men, he doesn’t just pump into me—he also grinds against me, rubbing my clit at the same moment he reaches that perfect spot inside me. His thrusts are so powerful, we’re sliding up the bed with each one. I feel like I’m being split in two, but in the best way possible. He’s too large for me, but the pain mixes with pleasure to create a delicious cocktail I can’t resist.

  His teeth scrape against my neck and he softly bites my ear before claiming my mouth with his own. My fingers lace into his hair again, pulling as I keep him where I want him—against me in every way possible.

  “You feel too good, Celeste—so hot, so tight. We have to slow down,” he says, but I think it’s more of a reminder to himself.

  Instead of responding, I bite his lower lip. I don’t want to slow down. I want to keep going just like this for as long as possible. I’ve never been claimed the way he’s claiming me now. It’s like he’s marking my skin and branding me as his own. Even though I know this isn’t forever, I’ll never be the same. Every man I’ll ever be with will now be compared to him, to this experience.

  He quickly flips us over so I’m on top. Using a pillow, he props his head up against the wooden headboard. “I want to watch as you ride me—take all of me,” he says, his strong hands squeezing my hips and egging me on.

  I reach out, placing my hands flat on his chest as I begin lifting myself up and down, slowly at first. His eyes land on my chest and slowly move upward, locking with mine. There’s fire burning beneath his dark, hooded eyes—a fire that scorches me and kisses my flesh. My back arches and my head falls back as my release begins to build. He leans forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth, almost pushing me over the edge. For all I know, I’m nearly falling off the edge of the earth. My heart pounds against my chest. My breathing doubles as I try to suck in labored breaths. Moans leave my lips, sounding nothing like me.

  “Look at me, Celeste,” he demands. “I want to watch you the moment you come for me.”

  My eyes snap back to his, watching as he bites his lower lip. I can’t help but notice the way his eyes fill with lust and passion, and the way his brows furrow together and small wrinkles form between them. His jaw flexes as he moves his hand from my hip to my stomach, running up between my breasts and then massaging one. With a slight squeeze of my nipple, I come completely undone. My eyes flutter closed and my mouth opens as gasps and moans fall from my lips. I can feel my muscles squeezing around him, making him feel even larger. He releases my breast, and his hand moves down and begins to rub my clit back and forth, only making my climax that much stronger. As it ends, I shudder and slow my pace.

  “That was so goddamn sexy, Celeste,” he says, lifting me up and moving me so I’m beneath him once again, but this time, I’m on my knees with him sliding into me from behind. Without warning, he slams into me, making me scream out. He lets out a powerful roar of his own. His hips move back and forth quickly. The sound of skin smacking skin fills the room as the headboard begins banging. His hip bones dig into my ass, and his fingers bite into my hips. He lets out one more loud moan just as his hips become more frantic, spilling himself inside me.

  He falls forward, pressing his chest against my back as he calms his breathing. He has an arm on either side of my body, encasing me. With a deep breath, he removes himself from me and falls to the bed, keeping his arms around me as he pulls me to his chest.

  “That . . . was . . .” he breathes out.

  “Amazing?” I finish for him.

  “Better than amazing.” He nuzzles my hair and breathes me in deeply.

  My heart is still racing, but being held against him feels so good. He’s warm and strong—safe. A part of me wants to lie here all night, sleeping by his side, but another part of me starts to feel awkward. That part of me wants to get up immediately and run away so I can reflect on this moment alone. Which side will win?

  When he presses his lips to the back of my shoulder, with his beard tickling my skin, I know exactly which side will win. His hand cups my breast, which he gently squeezes before moving down over my hip to the junction between my legs. I gasp when his fingers slide between my folds. My leg lifts on its own, giving him more room to move between them.

  “Again?” I whimper out.

  “I told you, Celeste, it’s going to take many, many times before I’m done with you,” he says, moving to cover my body with his.

  Drake and I spend the rest of the evening learning everything there is to know about each other’s bodies. Sometime after the morning sun starts peeking through the slats in the blinds, I fall into a deep sleep.

  It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a short time, but I wake when I hear a dog bark. My eyes pop open and I roll over to see that Drake is already out of bed. I sit up, tug his shirt on, and stand up. His large shirt ends mid-thigh on me—it covers enough but also looks sexy at the same time. My eyes are still sleep-filled as I walk down the hallway.

  “What’s going on in here?” I ask, finally looking up and coming to a stop when my eyes land on Drake and Harrison in the kitchen, a man on each side of the island. Drake is only wearing a pair of unbuttoned jeans, and his muscular chest is bare. Harrison is fully dressed and growing more red by the second. Both of them are watching me.

  Harrison looks from me, to Drake, and back, with his mouth hanging open.

  My face heats up under their gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I say, quickly turning and hightailing it out of there. I slam the bedroom door closed behind me and start searching for my clothes.

  Fuck. My shirt and bra are in the kitchen, where Drake and Harrison are! I need to get out of here. Based on the look on Harrison’s face, he isn’t happy about this development. I can hear their muffled voices from the bedroom, but don’t focus long enough to figure out what they’re saying. Before I can gather all my clothing, I hear the door slam shut. Moments later, Drake walks in with two cups of coffee.

  He hands me one and sits on the edge of the bed, at my side.

  “So I’m guessing he’s mad,” I say, moving the cup to my lips and taking a sip.

  He nods, mouth full of coffee. “That’s an understatement. But who cares?” He leans over, setting the cup on the bedside table. He takes the cup from my hand and places it next to his, then he tries to move on top of me.

  I press against his chest. “Drake, wait.”

  “What?” he asks, stopping but not removing himself from me.

  “I mean, shouldn’t we talk about this? We’ve been caught. Our secret is out.”

  Finally, he sits up, removing himself from me. “I didn’t realize we were keeping this a secret.”

  My mouth drops open. “I’d just assumed . . .”

  “Well, stop.” He stands, towering over me. “I don’t give a shit what Harrison or this town thinks about us. We’re both adults and what we do is none of their business.”

  I nod. “I understand that, Drake, but this isn’t just about you. It’s about me too. It’s my reputation on the line. I just got here. I can’t have everyone in town thinking that I sleep with all of my clients. That could really drive away business for my firm.”

  He smirks. “Or bring in a whole new crowd,” he teases.

  I cock my head to the side and shoot him a warning with my eyes.

  He rolls his eyes. “All right, Celeste. We’ll be discreet. And Harrison won’t say anything. I mean,” he sits back at my side, “I’ll never hear the end of it, but it won’t leave this house or my office. You don’t have to worry.”

  I nod, thinking about his words.

  “You got plans for today?” He reaches over and picks up his coffee cup.

  I shrug one shoulder. “Not really. Why?”

  He shrugs one shoulder, mocking me. “Just thought we could hang out.”

  I can’t hold back my smile. I’d love to spend more time with him and pretend the world doesn’t exist. “What’d you have in mind?”

  The corners of his mouth pull up into a gr
in, but he works hard at hiding it. “I thought I’d give you a tour of the brewery.”

  “Okay, that sounds fun!” I agree. “But I’m going to need a shower and a change of clothes.”

  “Let’s go.”

  A little while later, we’re walking into my motel room. “This is where you’re staying?” he asks, walking in and looking around.

  The small room seems even smaller with his big frame in it. “Yeah, this town doesn’t offer much. Make yourself at home. I’ll be quick,” I say, heading for the bathroom. I turn on the water and start stripping out of my clothes from yesterday. As the old pipes warm up, I brush my teeth, then step beneath the lukewarm water. Ugh, I guess a lot of hotel guests have been using up the hot water this morning. I dip my head back and close my eyes, letting the water flow over me. I feel a gust of cool air smack my front. My eyes pop open and I find Drake standing in front of me, completely naked. Water bounces off me and splashes him, beading up over his hard, rippled chest and stomach.

  I can’t stop the smile that takes over. “What are you doing?”

  He takes a step closer. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you being naked one room away without my hands on your body,” he says, hands moving up to cup my face as he brings his lips to mine. Quickly, he lifts me up, pressing my back to the wall, his hardness nudging against my sex. A fire lights in my belly. How is it possible we’ve been together time and time again over the last 24 hours, and I still want him—still ache for him to touch me, kiss me, and move inside me?

  After spending more time in the shower than technically necessary, we both get dressed. As I dry my hair, Drake sits on the edge of the bed, flipping through channels. My phone rings and I see Gavin’s name flashing on the screen. Guilt eats at me. I know Gavin and I aren’t together. And I know that Drake and I aren’t together, even though Drake and I are more together than Gavin and I are. Something makes me feel like I need to let them know about each other, even though I have no idea why. I push the thought away and tell myself not to be silly. Gavin and I agreed to wait until I got back to decide if we should move forward with dating or not. Drake and I have already agreed to let things end when the time is right. It’s not like either one of them is promising to be exclusive or wait for me.

  My blonde hair is fully dry, but instead of taking the time to style it, I pull it into a messy bun on top of my head. I pull on a pair of jean shorts, a gray T-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. Walking out, I grab my purse and stop to look at Drake. His eyes slowly rake up my body.

  “What?” I ask. “Do I not look okay?” I’m concerned that perhaps now that he’s seen me natural—no makeup and hair unkempt—he’s rethinking our agreement.

  “You look beautiful, Celeste.” He shakes his head once, like he’s clearing it. “But don’t expect me to look at those sexy long legs of yours all day and keep my hands to myself.”

  I laugh out loud as I move toward the door. “Whatever you say, Drake.”

  He follows me out. “You’ve been warned.”

  We pile back into his truck and it roars to life as he turns the key. As we drive through the quiet little town, he keeps checking me out from the corner of his eye. I giggle and shake my head.

  “You’re insatiable,” I tell him.

  He laughs but doesn’t say anything as he reaches over and places his hand on my leg. I smile as I gaze upon it. I like it there. It causes the butterflies in my stomach to take flight—tickling and tingling as they flutter their wings against my insides. His thumb slowly starts moving back and forth against my skin. It’s teasing. I’ve never enjoyed being with someone who constantly needs to touch me. I’ve always found it annoying, constricting. But with Drake, it’s like he has to be touching me in some way. It doesn’t always have to be sexual, but I’ve come to notice the small touches that some people wouldn’t even think about. Maybe I only notice it due to the tingles that take over my body each time.

  I’m enjoying the comfortable silence between us on the drive over. I’m loving the feel of his rough hand on my soft leg. So when we pull into the parking lot, I almost feel let down, even though I know the day will only get better from here.

  “Ready?” he asks, throwing the truck into park.

  “Let’s do it,” I reply, slipping off my seatbelt and waiting for him to open my door.

  He does so quickly, with a smile, causing his dark eyes to light up against the shining sun. I can’t help but look up at him, breathless.

  “Why are you staring?” he whispers, leaning in.

  “You’re . . . different. This is a side of you I’ve never seen before. You actually look . . . happy.”

  He laughs—a deep baritone sound that radiates from his big chest. He closes the door behind me then presses my back against it. Moving in close to my ear, he whispers, “You can’t cum as many times as you caused me to and not be happy.” His hot breath blows against my ear, and his words turn me on to the point it feels like a hot flood between my legs.

  I swallow, yearning growing thick in my throat. I look up at his eyes again and pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down.

  His hand rises, resting beneath my chin. He uses his thumb to pull my lip free. “Bite mine instead,” he says, moving in and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue slips past my lips and into my mouth, softly and slowly dancing with my own.

  I enjoy the feeling of his lips pressed against mine for a moment, then place my hand against his chest and gently push him away. He’s wearing a shocked expression on his face.

  “We’re in public, remember?”

  He raises an invisible wall between us. “Right. Let’s go inside.”

  We walk across the parking lot and into the building. The usual lady is sitting behind the counter, but this time, Harrison is leaning over it, talking with her. When the door opens, he looks at us from over his shoulder. His brows pull together and the smile falls from his face, turning into a straight line that causes wrinkles to form around his mouth and eyes.

  “Mr. Slade. Ms. Teller,” he addresses us.

  “Mornin’,” Drake replies, walking straight past them as if we hadn’t been caught messing around only hours ago. We quickly step into the elevator and Drake pushes the CLOSE DOOR button over and over until the doors shut. He lets out a long breath. “That was a close one.”

  “I thought you said he wouldn’t say anything?”

  “He won’t, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t ambush us in the elevator.” The doors open and we step into his office. “I just need to get my security key.”

  “You need a key?” I ask, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms over my chest as I shoot him a look.

  He opens his desk drawer and pulls out a key card dangling from a lanyard. “This key opens every door in the brewery.”

  “Oh, big shot, huh?” I tease.

  He chuckles as he starts stalking toward me. He reaches for me when he’s only a foot away, hands moving toward my hips. I won’t lie: since the moment I stepped foot into his office, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him bending me over that desk of his.

  The second he pulls me to his chest, the elevator dings and the doors open. Harrison walks in, giving us both a grave look. His eyes take us in. His hand is moving up and down his jaw, rubbing over the light gray scruff. “I think we all must have gotten our wires crossed,” he says, slowly walking toward us. “When I said, don’t touch the new lawyer, you took that as treat her as my own personal plaything, yes?” he asks, looking up at Drake.

  Drake takes a deep breath, and his hands fall from my hips as he turns to face Harrison head-on. “Harrison, it’s not that big a deal,” he starts, but Harrison cuts him off by looking at me.

  “And when I said to you, he’s been hurt; don’t mess with his emotions, you took that as let’s see how far I can push him before he breaks completely?”

  “Harrison!” Drake says, a little louder.

  Harrison jerks his eyes toward Drake. “You know what? You
’re both adults. Do what you want. But don’t come crying to me when she leaves you behind.” He points his finger in Drake’s direction before heading for the elevator. He pushes the button, clasps his hands in front of him, and waits patiently for the doors to close.

  Drake turns back to me. “Where were we?” he asks, moving closer, but I step back.

  “Drake! What the hell was that?” I ask, motioning toward the elevator.

  He waves his hand through the air, dismissing Harrison. “Don’t worry about him. He likes to act like my father even though I’ve told him to stop. I already have an asshole for a dad; I don’t need another one.” He tries pulling me to him one more time, but I look up and shake my head no.

  “Let’s get to the tour before he comes back up to scream at us some more.”

  Drake’s smile falls but he nods his head. “All right. Let’s go.”

  As we step into the elevator, I can’t help but feel hopeless. Since last night, Drake and I have been lost in our own little world, pretending that everything’s fine and there’s no end to this. But Harrison’s reaction quickly brought me back to the real world—a world where I have to leave in a year. What we’re doing will end. How long can we go on pretending we’re just having fun?

  Drake takes me through all the different parts of the brewery. He shows me where the beer is made, bottled, and packaged to ship out. He explains how things work and why things are done the way they are. It’s all interesting and very detailed. I try paying attention, but I end up daydreaming as I watch him. The way he moves, the way his muscles tighten under his shirt, the way his eyes light up and his smile breaks free, it’s all breathtaking. I’ve never seen a man more captivating than Drake. It interests me and scares me at the same time.