Billion Dollar Urge: A Billionaire Romance

by Jackson Kane

  I placed her hand on my bare chest. The firelight made the hard definition of my muscles as dramatic as the mountains that encircled us. Her fingers curled, her nails wore little, red trails down the ridges of my rough, glossy skin.

  “You don’t get to have all the fun.” I clasped her wrist when she reached the metal button on my jeans.

  Autumn’s eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed into a sultry squint. She began shrugging off her jacket before I squeezed a hand into her shoulder. I shook my head while never letting go of her stare, letting her know that she wasn’t allowed to help.

  “Mmm.” She closed her eyes and relaxed into my touch.

  I peeled her layers like ripe, delicious fruit. The more her bare skin was exposed the more this all felt like a fever dream. When I pulled off her shirt I felt overwhelmed. No one could look this perfect or be this impossibly sexy.

  My heart raced with a crushing worry that I might be dreaming and was about to wake up to the sound of guards dragging their night sticks down the bars in my prison cell.

  “Are you alright?” Autumn asked, gently touching the side of my face. Concern marred her features.

  “Yeah. Sorry. I just… You know when things feel too good to be true?”

  “You mean like when you move into a beautiful home with the love of your life after your mother beats cancer and you rediscover your passion for the work that once made you the happiest?” Autumn asked, cocking her head slightly. “Like that?”

  “Yeah.” I laughed. I looked hard at her and sighed with a buzzing joy. “In what world do I live in where, after everything I’ve done, I still get to have someone as incredible as you?”

  “This is us now and forever. We finally made it.” The corners of Autumn’s beautiful brown eyes wrinkled as her whole face smiled. Her skin seared mine as she wrapped her arms around. I squeezed her tightly as she sniffled. Her breathing became a staccato rhythm. “We’re OK.”

  “I love it when you say that.” I broke the hug to look at her. There was a hurricane in my eyes stealing all her attention. The air between held an electric charge that crackled into our skin. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.”

  I was going to be a little broken, but as long as I had her, that brokenness wouldn’t be what defined me anymore.

  “Dammit, Dante!” Autumn wiped the tears from her cheeks and fanned herself through a wide smile. A pink flush spread across her chest and rolled up her neck. “Are we going to have sex or are you just going to make me cry?”

  “This renewed happiness is your fault,” I said, capturing the nape of her neck and diving back in. I walked my lips up her supple skin. “I was content keeping everyone at arms length and running from my problems until they eventually consumed me, but you had to go and show me a better way to live. How dare you fall in love with me?”

  “What a heartless bitch I am.” Autumn moaned, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra.

  “You’re my heartless bitch.” I grabbed the bit of her bra, between the cups and pulled the whole thing free.

  I stole a moment to appreciate her firm, luscious breasts and fought a battle against the urge to wrap my lips around her perky nipples, the desire beating in me like a war drum. Instead, I led her mouth to mine.

  She tasted like wine, fresh air and limitless freedom.

  I closed my eyes and focused on the texture and passion of the kiss. I used to lay awake at night and fantasize about this moment. I had no idea that it would be better than anything I could possible imagine.

  We crushed together, our half naked bodies completing each other. My hard muscle slid against her yielding skin, spiking our temperatures, eclipsing even the campfire.

  Tonight, we burned hotter than the stars.

  I barely bit back a groan as a wave of arousal rushed from my cock, through my body, to my lips and into her. I wanted her so fucking badly that the lust was bordering on pain.

  I pulled her down on top of me and we crashed into the blanket laughing. The horses neighed at the sound then settled and picked at some tufts of grass.

  For a moment, Autumn’s form blotted out the firelight and I saw the second most beautiful sight in years. A hundred-million pinpricks of starlight, in the blanket of night, and they all burned just for us

  Rolling over to give her a view of eternity, I kissed her neck and watched her eyes become saucers.

  The rough denim of our jeans scraped together, and she drove her inner thigh against the rigid, shape of my hardened cock. She didn’t smile as she grinded herself against me; it was more like baring her teeth.

  The look of yearning on her face was so hot that the groan I’d repressed earlier spilled out of me. I unhooked her brass button, and slowly parted the teeth of her zipper. My fingers grazed the lacy top of her sexy cotton underwear spurring my impatience on further.

  Autumn tore at my pants with reckless abandon, shimmying my pants down to my ankles. I kicked them off, then stole hers as well. Kneeling before her, I watched her eyes snap to the thick outline of my cock that was tenting my formfitting briefs. Her hungry eyes flared like a wolf on the hunt.

  She wanted this as bad as I did.

  “I can’t believe you waited for me,” I wondered aloud. Autumn was gorgeous, smart, funny in a nerdy, down-to-earth kind of way and so incredibly talented. It still blew my mind that a girl as perfect as Autumn stayed by my side after all that time.

  “Please, don’t make me ever do that again.” She eagerly ran her finger from my hip down along the length of my cock. My cock twitched feeling the heat through the thin layer of cotton.

  “No. You’re stuck with me now.” I fell over her, punching my fists into the blanket on either side of us. I left enough room between us for the firelight to easily bath us. I saw every soft curve of her sexy, athletic body and she, every flexed muscle and taut tendon that kept me hovering over her.

  I dipped my finger into her mouth, then dragged it over her bottom lip, down her neck, chest and tight belly to tug against the rim of her panties. She bucked her hips up for me to go further. I could feel her thumping heartbeat yearning for me.

  I pushed Autumn back down when she started to prop herself up. She feign pouted at her helplessness. I lowered my mouth, kissing her chin, then moving on to the bottom of her neck.

  “You’re mine; every aching inch of you,” I said. She felt my dark purr through her collarbone which melted her into an Autumn-shaped puddle.

  I hiked her hips up and kissed all the way down her body. When I got to her panties, I raised her ass up and tore them off. My sharp smirk so close to her pussy sent a ripple through her body.

  She felt every breath as I devoured her inner thigh, owning every part of her except the part she wanted me to. Her pussy glistened, desperate for my touch.

  Finally, spreading her apart with my fingers I dragged my tongue across her swollen clit. Autumn gasped, biting into her bottom lip. She watched my pupils darkened and felt the subtle growl that rose in my chest. “You taste like heaven.”

  “Fuck!” She let out an adorable squeak. A mild spasm tore through Autumn’s body as my tongue curled wickedly through her wet lips.

  I studied her pretty face from between her thighs. She fell apart in my arms when my nibbling caused ecstasy and agony to war through her expression. Those little spikes of pain turned her on so much that she pleaded with me not to stop.

  Not that I could if I wanted to, my brain was caramel and gold. It was useless to everything, focusing only on the way she felt writhing beneath me. Her fingers dug into my scalp, pushing me even harder into her. Her toes curled on my back. She didn’t need to say it I could feel how close she was; her body screamed it at me a thousand different ways.

  “Yes!” She screamed and squirmed hard as she came. Her thighs clamped shut against my head and shoulders and every other muscle in her body tensed. If I leaned back she’d raise into the air as straight as a board.

  The horses startled agai
n, but this was good practice for them. Now that I was home, they were going to have to get used to this.

  When the little earthquakes in her hips died, I moved up her body and captured her mouth, letting her taste what drove me wild. Breathing heavy, Autumn wasted no time freeing my cock.

  I reached for the condom in my pants, but she pulled it out of my hand.

  “Do you still want two boys running around ‘stirring up trouble’?” Autumn asked in the clear-headed wake of post orgasm.

  Whenever she’d visit me in jail, the conversation almost always made it to starting a family. Neither of us were sure at the beginning, but the more we talked over the years the more the idea grew on us. The only real family Autumn ever had was her mom, and I barely even had that.

  “More than anything.” I decided that the only way to truly wash Mitch from my soul was to do it the right way; teach my children how to grow up to be good people.

  “Even if we only have girls?” she asked, teasingly.

  “You’ll just have to do it until you get it right.”

  “Fuck you!” Autumn laughed and punched me in the chest. “It’s a vagina not a clown car.”

  “We can discuss the finer points of your pussy after I’m finished making you scream your lungs out.” I pulled her back into me and clamped my hand over her soaked pussy. The immediate pressure and slow circles I rubbed into her clit, made her start to moan.

  She wrapped her fingers around my cock and squeezed, dragging her hand over my engorged tip. Moving on top of her, I covered her hand with mine and dragged the fat head of my cock between her lower lips. I split her pussy, nudging her clit until she started breathing as heavily as before. I teased her slippery opening, making her beg for me.

  She thrashed, angling herself to guide me inside, but I was so much stronger than her. With my free hand, I pinned her hips to the blanket. She knew I was fully in control and it made her thighs quiver.

  “Don’t be cruel!” Autumn protested, more turned on than I’d ever seen her.

  “It’s a hard habit to break.” I grinned mischievously, dipping into her just enough to spread her wide and drive her crazy. “How bad do you want it?”

  “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

  The last of my willpower spent, I pushed deep into my eager pussy.

  She felt amazing. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her tightly into mine. The sensation of her swallowing me down to the root was overwhelming. She shuddered against me and pushed her chin up to the sky.

  She crushed my cock sending waves of white hot pleasure into my thrumming balls. Autumn grunted from the hard visceral movement, but both of us were past the point of worrying about embarrassment. We were too far gone to care about anything but each other.

  She balled up the blanket and twisted with every deep thrust of my cock. She seemed to melt around me, blurring our lines. I grabbed her wrists and held her down. Her eyes flared with kinky excitement.

  Thrusting my pelvis forward like an oiled piston, I felt her every bump and ridge as I grinded hard against the roof of her pussy. Autumn gasped again, gritting her teeth and blinking slowly as if to rub starbursts of color out of her eyes.

  As the mounting pressure rose in me, it was more and more difficult to keep pace, but I slowly inched her back to the edge. I saw the pleasure cresting along her furrowed brow.

  “Come for me,” I whispered, in a tone more demanding than I’d meant.

  “Yes.” She mouthed the word over and over, but no sound escaped her lips. Her hand slipped free of my grasp to crash against my hip. Her nails dug in, the pain spurring me on even faster.

  Riding the impending wave of my own climax, I leaned in, licked up her neck, then bore down with a bite that sent another spasm down her core. She flared with heat as she careened over the edge, releasing a hoarse scream.

  I felt her orgasm ripple through her lower belly, her aftershocks destroyed me.

  I slammed into her, grunting with the enormous release of pressure. I chased her orgasm, drunk on the pleasure of her. My limbs tensed and quivered as I buried my forehead into her chest and let years of my pent up sexual frustrations fill her up.

  “Fuck,” I growled, letting the ecstasy envelop me. The word was ripped from my throat as I struggled to catch my breath and slow my thundering heartbeat.

  “Was it worth the wait?” Autumn asked, flushed with a rush of endorphins. Her skin burned my lips as I kissed her.

  “Fuck.” I growled into her ear. “If I had known it was going to be that good, I’d broken out of prison the first week.”

  She started laughing, then brought me up for a proper kiss. When there was enough space between us for the fire to give our forms detail she looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling with the dancing embers of the dying light.

  I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  I collapsed next to her, slipping an arm under her head and pulling her into the warm curve of my torso. We were both a sweaty, filthy mess, it was such a great feeling.

  Her heart thumped loudly against my ribs, every beat was a monument to defying incredible odds. A ruthless gang, a multibillion dollar production company, we triumphed in the face of the impossible.

  “Thanks,” I said, thinking about the life ahead of us as we gazed up at the endless stars.

  “For what?” Autumn asked.

  I pictured our gorgeous children playing on my family’s estate with their Uncle Frost swinging by just often enough to teach them everything we didn’t want them to know. Grandma Paris would spoil them rotten and Autumn’s Aunt Paula would fly in to tell them all about the strange seasons of the east coast, including my favorite—Autumn.

  Between my mom dying so young, my father retreating into his fame and Mitch’s perverse emotional manipulation, my view of what family was had been pretty fucked up.

  I finally saw what a loving family was supposed to be, what it could be.

  And that was all because of the woman I loved.

  I brushed the hair from Autumn’s soft, wonderful face and kissed her.

  “Thank you for giving me a second chance at a family.”

  END

  Billion Dollar Urge

  A Bad Boy Billionaire's Secret Baby Romance

  Epilogue

  Nicole

  “Aaand that does it.” Dad drove the last nail into the custom carved wood sign above the front door to his newly rebuilt furniture refinishing and upholstering shop. They were finally done.

  “It's crooked.” Myles said, dusting his thick work clothes off.

  Oh boy... It was hard not to shake my head as Mom and I walked up the street toward them. It always seemed like they were arguing, but I knew it was just lighthearted banter. That's just how they bonded. I was pushing my son in the stroller and Mom had two bags of food for our celebratory family lunch.

  After the fire, Dad had decided that he was going to rebuild the store himself. When Myles heard that, he asked my dad if he could help. Dad was hesitant at first, but Myles kept coming back and putting in the work. It had taken them the better part of a year, but they rebuilt it, together.

  “It's not crook—” Dad stepped off the short ladder and looked at the sign from several angles. He realized that Myles was just pulling his leg and scowled at him. Then he laughed at the joke and threw an arm around Myles's shoulders. “Not bad, kid. I'll make a carpenter out of you yet.”

  Myles smiled but didn't say anything. They both just looked at the shop in all its glory, savoring the fruits of their hard labor.

  “Play time's over,” Mom interrupted the moment and brushed past them to get inside. “It's time for lunch.”

  “Music to my grumbling stomach.” Dad pinched Mom's butt when she passed, then joined her inside.

  “Hey there, hot stuff.” I kissed Myles

  “Hey, gorgeous.” Myles refused to let me go and kissed me half a dozen more times.

  “Let me go!” I protested. “You taste like manual labor!”

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sp; “You love it.” Sawdust and sweat matted his dark hair. His hands were colored with wood stain and chalk. It was still hard to wrap my brain around seeing Myles arm deep in lumber and hand tools.

  It was a whole new, crazy-hot side of him.

  “I do.” I smiled, teasing his tongue against mine.

  “Hey, love birds, get in here!” Dad shouted from inside. “We’ve got something to tell you.”

  “Hi there, little guy,” Myles brushed himself off again just to be careful, then hoisted Malcolm out of the stroller. “Grandpa wants to yell at me some more, but you'll protect me right?”

  Malcolm cooed, and laughed and pawed at his father. I could never get tired of that. Myles had such a way with Malcolm that made me so happy and thankful that he was his father. I never would've thought Myles would've had it in him, but I was so glad to be wrong.

  The food was spread out on a table in the office. It was the only place in the whole building that wasn't covered in too much sawdust.

  “What'd I screw up this time, old man?” Myles uncovered the highchair that we left here and fastened Malcolm into it.

  “Our answer is yes,” Mom said.

  “Yes to what?” I thought back over the course of the day, wondering if there was a question lingering that I hadn't remembered asking.

  “The wife and I were talking,” Dad addressed Myles solemnly at first then smiled through his bushy beard. “We've decided that you can marry our daughter.”

  I nearly fell over from the shock of it. I wanted to start planning our wedding for months, but Myles refused. It was important to him that he get my parents’ blessing. I think it had to do with not being able to connect with his own parents. I thought the whole thing was really sweet.

  “Holy shit.” Myles was stunned. “Seriously?”

  “Language!” Mom scolded him.

  Myles jumped into the air and shouted.

  “You hear that, darling?” Myles grabbed me with his massive hands, and kissed me like it was the end of the world. “I'm going to make an honest woman out of you.”