Billionaire Playboy

by Terry Towers

  “She wasn’t.”

  “She was,” his mother insisted.

  “We were in it together, and you know, I’m not here to argue about the past, I’m here to tell you to butt out of our relationship from here on in. And that I know. No more lies.”

  “Relationship? With her…” she spat the word “her” as if the whole idea were distasteful.

  He didn’t have an answer for her. “The thing is, that’s not your business. I hope we’re clear on this.”

  Her lips pressed into a firm line and with reluctance she nodded although he hardly believed she’d give in that easily. Pushing his chair back, Devon stood, leaving his breakfast untouched for the most part.

  “Thanks for breakfast, Mother.” Giving his father a curt nod, he left.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  Violet moaned as she stretched on the king-sized bed, a soft smile spreading across her lips. Her body ached, but it was a good ache, a very good ache. It felt like the years had rewound and they were back to where they were when they were teenagers and she was falling all over again. It seemed impossible, but it was true.

  “Devon?” She slowly opened her eyes, turning to his side of the bed, expecting him there. To her disappointment, he wasn’t. She’d been hoping for a little morning… She looked over at the clock mounted on the wall. Shit, afternoon? It was 4pm. “Devon?” she called out a little louder as she swung her legs around to the side of the bed and slid off and to her feet.

  She was just noticing the note he’d left when the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs redirected her attention. Moments later he appeared, his broad frame taking up most of the bedroom doorway. He was wearing a t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, with a pair of faded jeans sitting enticingly low on his hips.

  “It’s about time you woke up.” He paused a moment, eyeing her. Normally she’d have been self-conscious at his blatant staring at her naked body, but she wasn’t – not in the least. It was Devon. “I thought you’d be sleeping the day away, is that how they do it in New York?”

  Laughing, she crossed the room to him, stretched up against him lacing her fingers behind his neck and brushing her lips across his. “No, smart ass. But considering the long night we had I figured you’d still be in bed with me when I woke up.”

  He kissed her back. “Mmm. Would have been nice, however, I had animals to feed and things to do.”

  “And are you done?” She pulled out of his arms and took his hand, leading him back to the bed.

  A wicked grin spread across his lips. “Not entirely.”

  “Can you spare an hour… or…” She reached the bed and looked down, her eyes catching sight of the note sitting on the night side table. She picked it up and brought it to eye level. “What’s this?” Her nose crinkled up as she read it. “Where’d you go this morning?”

  “Not important.” Snatching the note from her hand, he crumbled it up in a ball in his fist and tossed it at the trashcan; it went in effortlessly. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to him and lowered his lips to the side of her neck. “Just to see my mother for a minute.”

  The mention of his mother turned her blood cold and she stiffened in his arms. “Why?”

  With a shrug, Devon pulled back. “Confront her. Tell her that I know what she’d done and warn her about interfering this time.”

  This time? Were they really starting over, never mind the logistics, but… Wasn’t he the one who said just the previous evening that this was just the two of them having fun, reconnecting? Or was she thinking too much into his statement? She shook her head, clearing her mind of that train of thought.

  “Your mother already has it out for me, are you sure it was such a good idea to rile her up?”

  He sighed, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s fine, Violet. Let me handle my meddling mother. I promise she won’t be an issue again.”

  “All right.” What could she do other than trust him on it?

  “Now, as much as I’d like to toss you back onto that bed and fuck you to exhaustion, I have a surprise for you.”

  “Surprise?”

  He grinned. “You might want to get dressed, though. I have no objections to you naked, but it’s not recommended.”

  “What have you got planned?”

  Releasing her, he flashed her a mischievous smile. “Get dressed and meet me outside, then you’ll find out.”

  Smiling and eager to see what he had in mind she watched him leave the room. She took a brief shower just to refresh herself and quickly got dressed, helping herself to one of his short-sleeved button-down shirts. It was gigantic on her, but it was clean. It smelt nice, a combination of Land detergent and his cologne.

  Rushing downstairs she found him outside, leaning back against the fence near the stables. The two horses were already saddled up and ready to go. “’Bout time.”

  “I had to shower!” With each step she made towards him her mood lifted, excitement filling her. “I haven’t ridden a horse since I left.”

  “Bah, it’ll come back in no time.” He motioned to the mare she’d cuddled the previous night. “You’ll like her, she’s sweet and easy to ride. She pretty much knows the trail I’m taking you down already.”

  Going to the left side of the horse, Violet slid her foot into the stirrup and pulled herself up, then waited for Devon to mount as he gave her a quick refresher on how to ride. As they started down the trails, to heaven knows where, Violet realized he’d been right, it came back effortlessly and the beautiful mare was an angel to ride. As much as she wanted to think it was her calling the shots she suspected Devon and the horse were simply humouring her.

  After forty minutes of riding, she was expecting to come into a clearing or perhaps another skinny-dipping excursion, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, a bar came into view, done up in an old-style rodeo look – there was even a rail to tie up the horses. It took her a moment, but the name of the bar came to her just as she saw the sign: Tanner’s Tavern.

  “What are we doing at Tanner’s?” she asked, nudging her horse to catch up with Devon.

  “You made such a fuss about me not taking you out to dinner I thought I’d better take you out. We were never old enough to go to Tanner’s together, so I thought it was about time we did.”

  “I did not make a fuss.” He gave her a skeptical look over his shoulder as he dismounted the horse. “Okay, maybe a little,” she conceded.

  Chapter 8

  “Come on.” Devon stood and offered his hand to Violet.

  “What?” She looked at his extended hand and then out to the dance floor where couples were quickly pairing up. Many of the people she was familiar with; did nobody aside from her leave this town? “You know I don’t dance.”

  “That’s crazy.” He took her hand, pulling her to her feet. She didn’t even attempt to further protest. “And I refuse to take no for an answer. Besides, I bought you dinner, so you owe me.”

  She crinkled her nose up at him, allowing herself to be pulled onto the dance floor, which was beginning to fill up. “You know, I never remembered you being this bossy.”

  “I think it must be something I picked up from being a cop.” He gave her hand another tug and pulled her into his arm, guiding her onto the dance floor and holding her tight to him. “And as luck would have it, they’re playing our song.”

  Sure enough just as the words came from his mouth, Unchained Melody came on.

  Laughing, she shook her head at him. “You’ve really thought of everything haven’t you?”

  “Pretty much.” He pulled her tighter into his arms, his lips brushing against her temple.

  Sliding her hands up his chest, she laced her fingers behind his neck and pressed herself flush against him, looking up and into his eyes. “And what other surprises do you have in store for me, Mr. Land?”

  “Oh shit V, if I told you that then it would ruin the surprise.”

  She cocked her head to the side, wondering what he had in mind or if he was simply
teasing. As the night went on, they’d run into numerous people she used to know from high school; it seemed that this was the hot stop to go to in town now. Everyone they encountered had the same excited expression, mixed with surprise that she and Devon were there together. Even now she could feel the envious stares of the other women in the bar as they watched Devon looking down into her eyes, a cocky, satisfied smile on his face.

  He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “What’s that look for?”

  “What look?”

  Giving his head a shake he chuckled. “Never mind. It’s just my imagination running wild.”

  She gave his shoulder a light swat. “Tell me. You’re being obtuse.” Was she being that obvious? Could he see the emotions stirring within her for him? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, it made her feel vulnerable and after Logan vulnerable was the last thing she wanted. But Devon’s nothing like Logan, nothing.

  Chuckling, he played with a strand of her hair, his fingers running through the locks gently tugging at her scalp and sending sweet tremors through her. “I’m just a plain old country boy Miss Phillips, not sure if I even know what being obtuse entails.”

  The music seemed to draw her attention right then, the melody was so haunting and drawing her into him. It made her want to lose herself in his essence and never be found. The lines between a dream and reality seemed blurred right then and she was perfectly happy with that.

  She brushed her lips against his. “Devon, I –”

  “Yes?”

  She paused, their breaths intermingling. Was she seriously going to be that silly girl who falls for someone in the span of a couple of days? “I –”

  “Well, I’ll be, if it isn’t Violet Phillips and Devon Land. Never thought I’d see this again.” And the moment was broken. With an exasperated sigh she forced a smile onto her face as she glanced over at yet another of their old classmates. It was crazy how in New York it was just a sea of random faces who couldn’t give a shit who you were or what you were doing, but here you couldn’t even go out to dinner without running into dozens of people from your past. And instead of the general niceties you normally exchanged with New Yorkers, people here wanted to know everything. It was so exhausting, especially when all she wanted was to be alone with him.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  “In here.” Devon took a quick glance around, confirmed that no one had seen them and pulled her into the barn, closing the door behind them. The bombardment of their old friends interrupting them the entire night was getting old fast and he wanted her alone, at least until he was able to relieve the ache in his jeans into her moist core. The bar usually used the barn for their larger events, but tonight it was vacant. Tomorrow, which would be a Saturday night, would be a different story entirely.

  “Are we even supposed to be in here?” She looked around, but the barn was nearly pitch black, aside from the light from the moon shining in from the few windows placed towards the ceiling. It gave him just enough light to find what he was looking for, the hay bales towards the far corner of the barn.

  “Since when were you concerned about a little trespassing?” He couldn’t see her face, but could almost feel her smile.

  “I care because you’re a cop and I’m a…”

  He pulled her towards the hay bales. “Besides, where’s your sense of adventure?”

  “’Cause the girl you used to know was fearless, right,” she teased.

  “Exactly. And I’m determined to get that girl back.” He lowered his lips to hers as he backed her towards the hay. Her lips faintly tasted of beer and the smell of apples from her shampoo drifted to his nose. From the moment he’d pulled her onto the dance floor he’d been sporting a severe hard-on. The thought of having to wait until he got her home was an impossibility.

  She moaned against his lips, fisting the front of his shirt. God how he loved how she sounded when she moaned for him, such an arousing sound that had a way of sending him into a frenzy of need. He was sensing her slowly lowering her defenses. Grabbing her hips he twirled her around and leaned her over a hay bale.

  “Right here? On the hay?” Despite her questioning she laughed. As he reached around her and undid her jeans, pulling them down her hips, she lifted her bottom to allow him to pull them off. “And what if someone comes?”

  “Then I’ll have to say I thought you were an intruder and was here investigating.”

  She laughed again. “You’re so full of shit.”

  Her panties came next, as he pulled them down and off leaving her bottom half bare. Despite the ache in his jeans as his cock thickened to its full potential he wanted to taste her. The noises she made, the way she went wild for him as he lapped up her juices was too arousing to miss out on. He’d endure the ache – for a little while longer anyhow.

  He leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck. “Don’t move.” Gently, he kicked her legs apart and dropped to his knees behind her. When he placed a kiss on her inner thigh right above the knee she shivered. A grin spread across his lips as he slowly moved upwards. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do this the night I frisked you.”

  “Devon.” She attempted to move, but he placed a hand at the small of her back, pushing her back down onto the hay.

  “I said, don’t move. Don’t make me tie you.”

  A tremor rocked through her body and his smile widened. Well, well, well his little bad girl was into a little kink, he could work with that. He relished the idea of binding her hands and listening to her begging him. He didn’t think he could get harder, but he’d been mistaken. As his lips reached the apex between her legs he cupped her mound and groaned out loud discovering she was already damp for him.

  Sliding a finger between her folds, he stroked her from her clit to ass and back again. She rocked against his hand as she whimpered softly. Her whimpers were like music to his ears. He stroked her a second time and again she moved with him with another soft whimper.

  “Devon. Oh, Devon.” She attempted to twist to face him, but he pushed her back down. “Last warning, darlin’.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him, but didn’t move. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  He met her gaze, as he stroked her a third time. “Be careful what you wish for.” He didn’t wait for her to reply. Spreading her wet folds he ran his tongue along her, lapping up her juices. She moaned, bucking back against him as he gently sucked one of her pussy lips into his mouth and then the other, stroking her clit with his thumb as he sucked on her. Moaning a little louder, she began gyrating against his mouth.

  His lips moved onto her clit, sucking her swollen nub into his mouth and gently nipping, causing her to cry out, her hands fisting the hay under her. Releasing her clit, he began stroking her as his tongue began teasing her opening, gently probing her and withdrawing until she was softly whimpering for him.

  “Oh, fuck me Devon. Please.”

  “Not yet.”

  She groaned her frustration, making him chuckle as he thrust his tongue deep into her, making her cry out. As he tongue fucked her, indulging in her juices and her pleas for release, his balls were beginning to ache, needing relief. Just when he thought he couldn’t wait a moment longer to plunge his cock deep into her, her body tensed against his and with a low groan a gush of her juices greeted his tongue and lips. He eagerly lapped up her nectar, until the final spasm rocked through her body.

  Quickly he stood and undid his jeans, producing his member as she lay splayed across the hay bundle panting hard. “Oh God, Devon.”

  Rubbing the head of his cock back and forth along her slit he waited until she was pushing back against him, begging him for his dick before he slowly pressed into her. He savoured the feel of her pussy stretching to accommodate his wide girth and length. As he pushed in the final inch, until he was balls deep, he let out the breath he’d been holding.

  “God baby, it’s been hard waiting to fuck you. You feel so damned good.”

  She didn’t answer, but bucke
d back against him urging him to begin thrusting. He began slowly, watching in the very dim lighting the sight of his cock slipping in and out of her welcoming core. Curious to see how far he could push her, he lubed his index finger with her juices and pressed against her back entrance. Her entire body froze under him as a gasp escaped her lips.

  Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he pressed his finger past the tight rim of muscle of her ass and began to gently fuck her ass. It seemed to send her into a frenzy under him, not denying his finger’s invasion, but pressing back harder against him, forcing his finger deeper. It was like she’d become a wild woman under him, bucking and moaning, driving him to near insanity with hunger for her and bringing him to his point of no return at an embarrassing rate.

  “God I want to fuck your ass, V.” He hadn’t meant say the words but they slipped past his lips before he could stop them.

  “Do it. God, do it!”

  He groaned; if only there was time. But his balls were aching, his stomach a knot and his shaft throbbing. He was on the verge of coming. “Come with me now, V. I need you.”

  The words had barely felt his mouth when her body convulsed under him as her pussy clenched and she screamed out as her cum surrounded his cock. It was his undoing; removing his finger from her ass he gripped her hips, withdrew and slammed into her a final time. His release was earth-shattering and he groaned so loudly he had no doubt that if someone was outside the barn and hadn’t heard her scream then he’d heard him, as her pussy gripped his cock milking him for his cum.

  Not removing his cock from her, indulging in the last couple of spurts of cum that released into her, filling her and mixing with her juices, he fell over her. He placed a string of butterfly kisses along her shoulder and as she turned captured her lips with his.

  “Shit, I can’t get enough of you, V. This is crazy,” he said, reluctantly pulling his lips from hers and resting his forehead on her shoulder.