Bedroom Rodeo: A Billionaire Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “She was just saying that. She was trying to see what you would say in return. You failed the test. Crap Tyler. You can’t have her quitting right now. We need this deal, and I can’t go out there and pitch them without you. Don’t you let her quit, damn it!”

  I really had no idea what was going on. Nothing that Summer had said sounded like she was planning on quitting. In fact, she really sounded just fine with what we had done. Hell, she was the one who had instigated the whole thing.

  Rob was being paranoid. He got like that sometimes, and there was no calming him down. I honestly didn’t think that Summer was going to have a hard time with any of this. She seemed pretty okay with it.

  “I think she meant it, Rob. I think it was just a one-time thing, and we won’t talk about it at all.”

  “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, you are so naive.”

  “Well, I’ll try to keep things together. But I’m hopeful everything will continue just like it was before.”

  “And I’m hopeful that I’ll win the lottery in the next Jackpot,” Rob joked. “Let me know how your day goes. If you don’t show up at work tomorrow, I’ll know it went really badly.”

  “You’re worrying about nothing. I’m sure it’s going to be just fine. I’ll see you on Monday.”

  Chapter 11

  Summer

  I lied. I knew it when the words came out of my mouth. We were definitely going to end up in bed again. There was no way two people could have that sort of chemistry and not end up in bed with each other again.

  For a week, Tyler and I pretty much avoided each other as much as possible. It wasn’t purposefully, at least on my part. But we didn’t actually spend any significant time in the same room with each other until Friday.

  Friday night, Tyler was running late, and I had to make dinner. I’d been looking up different recipes and trying them out when I had to make dinner and was excited to try the chicken parmesan pasta. Cooking was still really new to me, but I was starting to get more and more confident about it.

  “I’m home,” Tyler said as he strolled through the door much earlier than he had originally said.

  “Daddy,” the kids screamed as they ran toward his direction. “We have to show you our rooms.”

  Thomas grabbed his dad by the hand and dragged him upstairs to show him all the work we had been doing in his room throughout the week. Tyler had ordered new furniture for both the rooms at the beginning of the week, and throughout the week the kids and I were trying to get their rooms ready.

  “They aren’t done yet,” I warned him as they went up the stairs.

  The kids were literally jumping up and down as they climbed the stairs, and I heard them yelling and telling Tyler all about their favorite things. It was really sweet to see them so darn excited. I was going to go upstairs but decided to stay in the kitchen and work on dinner for a little bit.

  As I was putting dinner on the plates, the kids and Tyler made their way back downstairs. Right away, Tyler came over to see what I was cooking. He was really close behind me, so close that I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and it sent my body into a frenzy. My knees got weak, and I leaned over the counter to hold myself up.

  “This smells so good. What are you making?” he said as he leaned even closer to me.

  “Chicken parmesan and pasta.”

  “Really?”

  The questioning look on his face threw me off a bit. I was clearly making the food. There were dirty dishes in the sink, and I looked like a total disaster. Did he really think I hadn’t made the food myself?

  “Yes, really,” I said and pushed him away.

  “I’m teasing, I’m teasing,” he said as he tickled my waist and went to sit at the table with the kids.

  We all sat in the same places we had been in when I had first come to the house. Faith and Thomas were on one side of the table and Tyler and me on the other side. I made sure to sit far enough away from him that I wouldn’t accidentally touch his leg, although I suspected he wouldn’t have minded it all that much.

  “May I present you Summer’s Chicken Parmesan,” I said excitedly as I brought the kids their plates first and then two more plates for Tyler and me.

  “Thank you!” Faith said followed by Thomas shortly after. “Dad, say thank you,” Faith said as Tyler was shoving a huge bite of food into his mouth.

  “Thank you, this is delicious,” he said with his mouth full.

  Both Faith and I rolled our eyes as we smiled at him. At least I knew the food was good since he couldn’t even wait for a minute before shoving it into his mouth. As we sat and enjoyed dinner together, there was an overwhelming calm in the room. We ate and joked and had such a great evening that I couldn’t believe I had been nervous about spending time with Tyler again.

  The week had been much better than my previous weeks as far as it went with the kids as well. I decided to leave all their activity outfits in the car after I washed them on Monday – that way I never had to worry about having the right clothing for whatever it was we were heading out to do.

  Mornings were like a breeze since I’d taken some time to pre-make waffles and then just threw them in the toaster. It had only taken me a month, but I really felt like I had a hold of this nanny thing. We even managed to make it to karate class on the right day this week.

  “Hey, how are the ladies at the school treating you? Faith said that one of them was mean?” Tyler asked as he looked at me and then at Faith.

  Faith and I had talked about not telling her dad because I didn’t want him to worry. But of course I couldn’t be mad at her for telling the truth. She hid her eyes from me, but I just smiled when she finally looked up.

  “Sorry,” she said in her timid little voice.

  “It’s okay. It’s always better to tell the truth,” I replied. “So we decided that they like it when I park in the lot and walk them to school in the morning. And on Tuesday, a couple of moms were making mean comments about me.”

  “What were they saying?” Tyler said as he actually stopped eating.

  “Nothing important. They don’t know me, and anything they say means nothing because I know who I am.”

  “They called her a sugar baby,” Thomas said. “She’s not a baby,” he defended me.

  “You’re right. Summer is a grown up just like I am, isn’t she?” Tyler said. “Sorry, those ladies can be pretty cranky around there.”

  “It’s fine. I’m sure that’s what it looks like when I’m bringing them to school.”

  “Or, it looks like you’re the best nanny they have ever had,” Tyler said excitedly. “Don’t you guys think?”

  “For sure,” Thomas added.

  “Yep, I think so,” Faith said too.

  “Wow, you guys are going to make me cry.”

  “How about I get you guys all set up in your new bedrooms and ready for bed. It is almost nine o’clock. I can’t believe you guys didn’t eat earlier.”

  “We got distracted working on their rooms,” I added, hoping he wasn’t angry that I let them wait so long for dinner.

  The kids and I had been snacking most of the afternoon at soccer practice, and we made nachos when we first got home. We definitely were not starving. A later dinner worked out really well for us.

  “Can we sleep upstairs tonight?” Faith asked.

  “Yep, I think we should test them out. Say goodnight to Summer, and I’ll take you upstairs.”

  Both of the kids looked really tired as they came around the table and gave me a big hug. There was no doubt that I’d tuckered them out enough for them both to get a really good night’s sleep. That had become my new victory feeling when the kids went to bed so quickly that they couldn’t even manage to come out for a late night drink or potty break.

  While Tyler took the kids upstairs and spent some time with them, I finished cleaning up the dishes. It was really weird how comfortable I felt in that kitchen after only four weeks. I knew where everything was and how to use most of the gadgets in the dra
wers. Back at my parents’, I’d never even managed to cook one meal.

  “Dinner was so good,” Tyler said as he came down the stairs. “Seriously, the best meal I’ve had in months.”

  “Really?” I was shocked as I turned around. “I just followed the recipe.”

  “You did it perfectly. Keep it up, and before we know it, you’ll be serving up delicious meals every day of the week.”

  “Oh, no you don’t,” I said as I saw this little glimmer in his eye. “You can’t sweet talk me into making all the meals. I’m onto you.”

  “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he teased as he took a very visible step closer to me.

  The distance between the two of us had just gone down from three feet to maybe one foot. With only twelve inches separating us, the sexual chemistry was instantly ignited, and I saw Tyler’s recognition of the feeling as well.

  “How was your week?” I asked in an effort to distract the conversation to something other than what was going on between the two of us.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything last weekend when you said things could go back to normal or whatever. I think I was supposed to say something, and you probably think I’m a giant jerk for just laying there silently.”

  “No, I don’t think you’re a jerk.”

  “Things don’t have to be different between us if you don’t want them to be. But, I’m okay with them being different as well.”

  I was getting a little confused about what Tyler was trying to say. Was he saying he did want to sleep with me again or that he didn’t want to sleep with me again? I really wasn’t all that sure what was going on.

  “Okay,” I replied even though I wasn’t sure what he was trying to say.

  “Okay, you want things to stay the same or different?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about Tyler.” I burst out laughing. “I think we are getting along just fine, don’t you?”

  “Well, I avoided you all week long, so maybe things aren’t going perfectly fine.”

  “You were avoiding me?”

  “Yeah, didn’t you notice I was never home?” He laughed

  “Nah, not really,” I joked.

  Of course, I had noticed he was working a ton, but I just thought it was because he had his big pitch coming up. How was I supposed to have known he was really trying to avoid seeing or talking to me.

  “You know what?” he said with a totally serious look on his face.

  “What?”

  “I think I’m going to tickle the truth out of you.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” I said as I started to smile.

  “I would dare,” he said as he chased after me.

  I ran through the kitchen and out into the living room before darting down the hallway. I was about to go into the kids’ old bedroom, but Tyler grabbed me and pulled me into his room. We were both laughing hysterically as he threw me down on the bed and started to tickle me.

  “I hate being tickled,” I said in the best straight face I could muster.

  “Maybe you should have thought about that before you started tickling me the other day. Now this is a tickle battle, and you have no way out of it.” He laughed as he sat on my legs and held his fingers up in the air.

  He wiggled his fingers as he prepared to tickle me. I was already laughing though as I remembered the night I had done the same thing to him. There was no turning back now. I was definitely going to get tickled.

  “I’ll do anything,” I screamed out.

  Instantly, Tyler stopped. He looked at me as his gaze narrowed, and I could practically see the gears turning in his mind. Uh oh, he was going to come up with something outrageous; I just knew it.

  “Kiss me,” he said firmly.

  “That’s it?”

  “Unless we decide it’s not it.” He pulled me close to him, and I took advantage of the moment and kissed him hard. I didn’t hold back at all as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept his body pressed up as our mouths opened and started to play with each other. This was quite a different evening than I had expected.

  His hands slid up the back of my shirt and pushed it out of the way and then his fingers trickled back down. With each slide of his fingers, I felt my body giving into him more and more. We weren’t frantically going at it like the other night; this time we took our time as each of us explored one another.

  Tyler pulled me over to the bed as he sat down, and I stayed standing in front of him. His hands reached around and grabbed my ass while his face pressed into my cleavage. I felt more comfortable there with Tyler than I could remember feeling with any of the other guys I had slept with. We knew each other. Tyler and I knew more about one another than I knew about some of my best friends.

  Even the previous week when I had gone out drinking with everyone, all I could think about was that I really wanted Tyler to be there with me. Even if he was just standing there and listening to the same stories I had been listening to. I wanted him there.

  I liked having Tyler around, and I hoped he liked having me around. After a month working with him, I finally felt confident enough in my skills to care for the kids, and I wasn’t all that afraid of the time Tyler was going to be gone.

  “Something changed,” Tyler said as he pulled my T-shirt off of me. “And I like the change.”

  “Me too,” I softly said as my lips moved down his neck, and I took in the delicious taste of his body.

  Tyler grabbed my hand and walked me around to the side of his bed. He pulled the covers back and then moved in to kiss me again. Slowly, sensually, our lips pressed against each other. His hands played with the waistband to my workout pants while I started to unbuckle his pants. Before long, we were both standing there naked and slid under the covers and into his bed.

  The giant king sized bed was far bigger than my bed at Patrick’s or even my bed here, but I’d slept in plenty of those beds before. I even had one back at my parents’ house. I pulled Tyler with me as I climbed onto the bed. Our hands were wrapped around each other, and our bodies were longing to taste and feel the pleasure that we had felt before.

  This time, we were taking our time. We were enjoying each and every moment as we stripped off the last piece of clothing for each of us and slid into his bed.

  The dark gray sheets of Tyler’s bed were luxurious, and I let my hands wrap up in them as Tyler moved his body slowly down so his lips played with my wetness. He started slowly at first and then continued moving faster and faster as he egged me on. My body was giving in to the pleasure he delivered.

  “Shit,” I screamed out as I felt my pleasure releasing after only a few moments of his tongue on me. “Okay, okay,” I said as I tried to wiggle away, but he wouldn’t let me.

  His hands held onto me as his tongue continued to torture me and wouldn’t let me go. The pleasure again started to build up, and I could hardly take it as I felt the excitement starting in my center and moving outward in a big wash of emotions.

  Tyler finally moved up my body with his kisses and took my nipple into his mouth. One and then the other, he devoured my breasts and played with them as my body built up with pleasure. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer and tugged on his body so he would thrust inside of me. I needed him. I had to feel him again. There was no way I could wait any longer.

  “Condom,” he said as he pressed his body over to his nightstand and grabbed one out.

  He didn’t waste any time as he started putting it on before he had even managed to climb back over to where we were parked on the bed.

  “I like being on top,” I said playfully as I pushed him back onto the bed, and he just smiled up at me. He clearly did not care which one of us were on the top as long as he still got to have the fun he wanted to.

  I pressed my clit into him as his hands grabbed tightly onto my hips. With every rock of my body, he rocked my hips for me. Soon, I felt the pleasure overwhelming me again, but this time, I didn’t want to give in. This time, I slowed
myself down as I felt the urge to orgasm.

  Tyler thrust harder and harder as he waited for me to release, but this time, I just wasn’t ready to do that. I wanted more of Tyler, all of him. I needed to feel his desire and how it built up to an explosion. This was going to be about him. I wanted to give him the most pleasure he could remember having. It was funny how only a couple of weeks had changed my view of Tyler and what he was like.

  He obviously was a nice person, but more than that, I was a nicer person around him. It took a special sort of man to soften up any woman he was around. His hands stroked up and down my back as we slowed down and enjoyed the moment a little.

  Soon, Tyler had pulled me down toward him and was gently kissing me as our hips moved so slowly that we were barely moving. We were making love.

  The intimacy of the moment skyrocketed as the kissing increased. There was something so undeniable about kissing while you made love. He moved his hips gingerly and used his hands to guide my body so we were in perfect timing.

  Our aroused bodies continued for nearly an hour until I couldn’t take it another second. This time, my orgasm started low and deep in my body, and I wanted to feel it rumble throughout me.

  “Yes,” I moaned as I felt that familiar building up of intensity.

  Tyler flipped me over and pressed my back into the sheets as he picked up the pace. My feet were curled around his ass and pushed him to move harder and harder as the desire built up more and more. This was a different sort of explosion than the last time. This one was moving throughout my legs as he thrust hard inside of me.

  I grabbed onto his back and held his body as tightly toward me as I could while he let go of one last thrust, and I screamed out with delight. But Tyler didn’t stop his thrusting. I knew he was so close to explosion, how could he not be ready to release?

  His continued movements had my body building up again before the excitement of the first orgasm had calmed down at all. I couldn’t take it though and pushed him back onto the bed as we rolled over so I was on top again.