Boxed Set:The Billionaire's Game (BWWM Romance)

by Tara Raine

  “Ooohh, more baby please,” She cried out as his fingers were replaced by his mouth. With light teasing nibbles Brent had Tanya writhing under the showerhead. Her palm inadvertently spasming around his thrusting cock. She had to use her other hand to support herself against his shoulder. It switched to both hands when Brent's nibbles turned into sucking. The combination of the wet material, his hungry mouth, and her sensitive nipples was almost too much sensation. The pleasure was overwhelming.

  Brent pushed their bodies up against the shower wall. With a firm grip on her thigh he guided her foot to rest on the shower ledge. Instinct had Tanya wanting to close her legs. Brent, seeing her slight movement, growled.

  “No, keep your foot there. I want to see you like that. Open. Willing,” he said in a deep possessive voice. His words both thrilled her and made her feel exposed. They made a flow of moisture surge between her legs. The cold air reaching the warm center of her body only increased her need for him. Brent pulled her underwear aside and used two thick fingers rub her aching clit. He was a pretty up-front person, both in and out of the bedroom. Going for what he wanted without pause. Tanya found it to be a great turn-on. His fingers slid up and down, using the water and her own juices as a lubricant. Tanya began to writhe against the tile. Brent's unyielding hard body and demanding hand kept her in place.

  She was ready for more, but he kept going until he slipped both fingers inside her. He didn't bother to try working one in at a time. The sudden feeling of being stretched sent her over the edge. Tanya came with a small shout. Brent didn't stop though. He kept his fingers inside her, working them deeper inside her pussy. The sensation had Tanya clawing at his back.

  “No, it's too much,” she mumbled, tossing her head to the side.

  “I'll tell you when it's too much,” Brent responded. His commanding voice caused her body to clench around his fingers. He turned her over, placing her palms against the edge of the shower. She had to bend over almost completely to allow him access inside her pussy. She could feel the tip of his cock pushing into her. Tanya buckled against him, trying to hurry the process. Brent wouldn't be rushed though. He took his time working himself inside her. The inner caress was intimidating and tantalizing. His hands held her hips still in a firm grip so that she stayed still. She was helpless to the pleasure racking her body. Her pussy was deliciously sensitive from her orgasm. It made everything more intense.

  Which is why, when his slow gain became a lightning fast pulling out and re-entering, Tanya found herself cumming again. It surprised her. Brent pounded into her wet pussy as she moaned. It took all of her willpower to not move her palms. Tanya was held in place taking his thrusts as her pussy was sent into hyper sensitivity mode. The streams of water even sent her in a small spasm.

  The feeling of Tanya cumming around his cock had Brent finding his own release moments later. At the last second he pulled out, sending streams of warm seed down Tanya's lower back. The sudden loss of his massive cock made her body shiver. It took them both a minute to recover as they stood, brain dead, panting heavily.

  “I think the movers would have been a good idea,” Tanya said with an exhausted laugh.

  “Don't worry. I called while you made your way back up the stairs,” Brent responded with a knowing smirk. That dog! He had known she was sore and had been putting up a front the entire time. Tanya wasn't really upset. She felt speechless. Luckily, Brent didn't.

  “The ever better news is that we have time to help each other clean up,” he said, filling his hands with lavender-vanilla soap. He used his hands to lather and rub the kinks out of her body. It was just what she needed. Tanya let Brent perform his massage magic, her thoughts silent as she relaxed.

  After fooling around, they allowed the movers Brent called to move the rest. In the meantime, they went out for a leisurely bite to eat and one or two last stops before saying good-bye to Houston and heading off to Arizona. One last yummy Tex-Mex meal. One last stop in the Heights to get some spices from the small spice boutique. One last stroll around the ancient neighbor. Brent and Tanya's adventure ended once they received a call from the movers. Then they were off.

  The drive to Arizona didn’t take nearly as long as they'd expected, and as soon as they pulled up to Brent's huge estate, his hired help swarmed the moving truck and unloaded everything. Brent didn't notice Tanya's slight awe. She was going to live here. It was hard to even image coming from her mediocre apartment. What did someone do with all the open space to themselves? Either way, all of it was about to turn Tanya's world upside down, but Tanya couldn't help but smile as she'd watched over a dozen people empty the truck in little to no time. Everything else had gone pretty just as smoothly. She didn't know why she wasted time worrying.

  Chapter Three: The Job

  The job she'd got as a local news woman started and so did the competition for hierarchy amongst rest of the news people. Tanya quickly earned a reputation as a tough reporter who got to the bottom of things, someone who wasn't afraid to go the extra mile when it came to digging up the dirt on someone or figuring out the real motivation behind someone's actions. It both impressed and bothered her peers. The insecure ones were scared for their place in the news food chain. They should be. Tanya was ambitious and in this line of work you needed balls. After working for a few months straight, with few weekends to break up the monotony of the work days, time blurred together until one day Tanya's boss told her that she needed to take a week off. She couldn't believe that her employer was being so cool about it.

  “Tanya,” he said with a voice changed by smoking too many cigars; one of the reasons he was behind the camera now, “You work too hard. Just plain and simple. You are going to work yourself to death girl. I mean, you've been working non-stop since you got here. And I know you feel the need to make a good impression being one of the newer team members, but you need to recharge like everyone else.” She wasn't really sure what brought on the conversation. Did he truly notice all her hard efforts? Was he really concerned? Was her performance starting to make him feel threatened in his job security? Or making others feel pressured to keep up? Tanya's reporter mindset kicked into overdrive as she began to mentally investigate.

  “Even now I can see the gears turning in there. Most people would be ecstatic Tanya. Don't you see you need a break from this. Besides don't you still have a ceremony to plan?” he implored with a shake of his head. She realized he was right. Tanya had been in reporter mode for too long. Even though there was still plenty of time before the wedding, it never hurt to plan an event like that early.

  “You're right. Thanks for offering the break Stan,” Tanya smiled.

  He handed her a piece of paper that outlined the details of the week she'd be taking off from work off with pay. Tanya was excited by the day's surprise.

  Tanya got home early that day. She had no idea if Brent would be home, but if he was, he was going to fuck her brains out, she would make sure of that. The day's excitement and the positive results of her recent life change had Tanya randy and ready. They hadn't really been able to see each other a whole lot since arriving in Arizona. Both of them had been spending a lot of time at work. When they did get the occasional day off together, Brent would take her to visit with nearby family members.

  So far Tanya had met his parents, sister, an aunt, an uncle, and what seemed like an endless stream of cousins, although there were only a few. Maybe it was because Tanya's family had never been that big or that close. The rest of the family certainly seemed to do well, but none of them appeared to have anywhere near the wealth that Brent did. Brent had certainly worked his ass off for it though, there was no question about it. Tanya discovered this back when she investigated him for her story.

  When she first got hired on at the Arizona news station, Tanya worried that Brent would demand that she quit so they could spend more time together, but, thankfully, Brent worked more than she did so that had never happened. This meant though that they hadn't been getting to play around se
xually as often. She drove her crazy. Tanya was the kind of girl that needed regular sex or she really, really started to crave it. She didn't think there was anything wrong with that, or out of the ordinary. What she did find odd however was that Brent would go weeks without even so much as coming onto her. She didn't like that at all. It was starting make her feel unattractive and wonder if she had made the right decision in moving to Arizona with him.

  Worries and insecurities began to take over. These thoughts absorbed Tanya's attention as she walked up the front steps of Brent's giant mansion. She reached for the door handle. Just as she was about to lay her fingers on it the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was one of the most handsome men she had ever met.

  “Well, hello,” the man said. “Who are you?”

  Tanya hesitated to reply. He was the one standing in what was technically her new house. Shouldn't she be the one to ask him that?

  “I'm Tanya, Brent's wife, the man whose house this is,” she confidently said. “And who might you be?”

  “My name is Connor,” the man said as he reached his hand out to shake hers. “Brent is my younger brother. I've heard so much about you. I'm glad we are finally getting to see each other in the flesh. Funny, he never told me that you were . . . stunning.”

  That's when his man-god hot resemblance dawned on Tanya. Connor looked akin to Brent the way siblings do. Their polar opposite hair colors didn't make it very noticeable at first. She wondered if their hair colors signaled different personalities.

  “Oh, well,” Tanya said then playfully adding, “Maybe they aren't worth mentioning.”

  Connor took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the top for a few long seconds before dropping her hand back down. He took a few seconds longer to release it from his light grip. Tanya didn't know what to make of the gesture. He was Brent's brother and he was being polite so she allowed Connor to lead her into the house. Tanya listened to him talk about taking a break from his business biker apparel business. From the way he was dressed, Connor had a great, but unique fashion sense, so it only made sense that his clothing company reflected that. Connor apparently spent some time in the house previously as evident by his comfortableness and knowledge of where things were kept. He was actually playing host to her!

  Tanya gratefully accepted the glass of lemon water he offered. While they continued to get to know one another; they made their way to the couch. She turned on the on the large television. She didn't really plan on watching it, but she wanted to know what time it was. Tanya knew Brent would be home soon. It might be helpful to have around because Tanya didn't quite... feel like herself at the moment. When Connor started talking to her, telling different stories about Brent she'd never heard before, she found herself completely focused on him. The way his mouth opened for his tongue so that he could run it across his full, lower lip, the way his eyes would light up when a something would get them both laughing. She sat there like a love-stuck schoolgirl pining after her teacher as the TV droned on in the background. The stories that Connor told were the embarrassing kind, the kind that people hoped their husbands and wives never find out for fear that they would think of them differently afterward.

  Connor told her about one time in high school when he and his brother had taken their father's car. Their parents had flown out of state on a business trip the night before while never guessing their sons were taking their new wheels down to Mexico. They crossed the border and held up in the first small town Mexico bar they ran into. It wasn't long before the local girls found out about the rich Americans who were in town and spending money like it didn't mean anything to them. Soon enough the bar was crawling with the most beautiful Latina women they had ever seen. Some of them old enough to be their mothers! All of them seemed willing to sleep with the boys. Of course neither of the young boys had any reservations about taking advantage of the situation. It seemed to Tanya that Connor implicated that much at least, although he didn't give any naughty details away.

  It surely must have taken place in the early evening and lasted well into the early morning hours. She deduced this from the end of Connor's story. He revealed that when they drove back to the states the next morning they were still so drunk they had to draw straws to see which one would be behind the wheel when they crossed over the border. Brent had been the one to draw the short straw. As they crossed back into the good ol' US of A, the guy behind the window at the checkpoint briskly told them to high tale it home because if any cop got a sniff of them, they'd be fucked.

  As the story finished Connor laughed a small nervous laugh and looked at Tanya with eyes seeking some kind of approval. It was obvious to Tanya that Connor was extremely attracted to her. Those piercing blue eyes kept roving up and down her body as they talked. She wondered if he could tell how attracted she was to him. Tanya was trying to act as though he were nothing more than a houseplant. Connor wasn't better looking than Brent, necessarily, just different in a sultry, pouty, bad boy movie star kind of way. Tanya had a hard time keeping her eyes off of him as he rose from his seat and went to get her another drink from the fridge.

  “Are you sure that you just want another glass of water?” Tanya heard him call from the kitchen. “I could mix us up a few sinful drinks,” he added persuasively with a slow drawing smile.

  “No, that's all right,” Tanya said perhaps a little quickly.

  She didn't give any further explanation as to why she didn't want to start boozing it up, but the fact of the matter was that she just didn't think that she could trust herself around Connor if she became even a little tipsy. Without cause, Tanya's worries transformed into her wondering about other possibilities. Maybe she didn't have to trust herself around him. Maybe Connor could keep his mouth shut about what they did behind closed doors. Maybe then she could accept that drink and they could do whatever they wanted together from there. And what did she want to do with Connor? Tanya asked herself as she tried to wrapped her head around all the what-ifs.

  She was imaging them drunk and naked, crawling into the hot tub for a spontaneous quickie. A fantasy version, if you will, of what happened between her and Brent in Texas. When Connor walked up to her and offered her a fresh glass of water, she jumped in her seat a little bit and worried that maybe he could tell that she was thinking about him in provocative ways.

  “Are you feeling all right?” Conner asked. “You look kind of red. Is it too hot in here? That's my fault I'm afraid. I shut off the AC when I showed up a few hours ago because this place was literally a fucking ice box and I felt like I was about to freeze to death. But, then again, I like to stay fairly warm no matter where I'm at, so maybe it was just me thinking that it was too cold when really it was just right. Should I turn the AC back on?” Connor rambled on a bit, not stopping to hear her reply.

  “Maybe that would help,” Tanya said stopping his ramblings by placing a hand on his arm. He looked down and Tanya removed it feeling a little strange.

  Connor got up and went to fiddle with the AC on the far wall. Tanya could not manage to pry her eyes away from him. There was just something about his bulging muscles accented by his delicate features that made her wetter by the minute. She knew that she wanted to fuck Connor, but she didn't know if he was up for it. What would his reaction be if his sister-in-law came onto him inside of his brother’s house?

  Tanya wasn't naïve though, she knew that most men would fuck her at the drop of a hat. She had curves in all the right places, her skin was an exotic caramel tease, and she knew how to fuck. Her lips even seemed to be in a perpetual pout and she knew that men loved thinking about slipping their dicks inside of her mouth. But was Connor one of them? And even if he was, did she have the balls to really go through with something as naughty as fucking him inside of Brent's own house?

  Tanya was so horny and, since her marriage was a sexual dry well at the moment, it felt good to see a man so obviously attracted to her. She decided that she would just have to play it cool until she knew for sure.
Connor finished fiddling with the thermostat and came back over to sit across from her. The coffee table between them was empty except for a deck of cards. Connor picked them up and shuffled them a few times. His hands and fingers moved the cards through the air deftly, and Tanya didn't have to watch long to know that, if those fingers ever got a hold of her, she might just have the time of her life.

  “What do you want to play?” Connor asked.

  “I don't know how to play anything except for poker,” Tanya said, watching him finger the cards.

  “Well that's easy enough,” Connor responded as he began to deal.

  They played a few games before they, in a united decision, went to find some chips to add to the mix. There were several games when Connor would win all the chips only to have to divvy them back out again between himself and Tanya. Surprisingly enough though, there were also a few times that Tanya managed to somehow get a decent hand and bluff her way to a victory. His pouty face was delicious and she couldn't stop herself from flirting a little.

  “You aren't hustling me are you?” Connor asked as he shuffled the cards.

  “Me? Hustle You? I'm just trying to stay afloat. I guess it's a good thing this isn't strip poker or you would be getting an eyeful.” Tanya said, feeling bold.

  “Well, damn I wish I had suggested clothes instead of chips then,” Connor flirted back with a large grin. They continue to flirt and try to screw with one another. Right in the middle of one of their stare downs, where each of them tried to figure out what the other was holding, the phone rang. It surprised them both. Tanya got up to answer it.