Manwhore Heir (The Heirs Book 2)

by Brandy Munroe

  “An hour at most,” She frowned.

  “Mackenzie, baby,” my tone seductive, “I think I can win the battle and the war.”

  I spent the next hour proving it to her.

  While she showered and dressed I made her a steaming cup of coffee for the road.

  “I programmed your GPS with my address, and my numbers in this,” I handed her back her cell. “Now you won’t get lost. The GPS is programmed to take you to my driveway. Call me the minute you pull in, I’ll come help you carry your stuff.”

  “Richard?”

  I cupped her face and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. “Yes, baby?” My tone was sarcastically sweet.

  She raised her arms and ran her fingers through my hair. “Tell me this isn’t insane.”

  I thought carefully about my answer. I knew what we were doing was totally insane. If she saw doubt for one second, that could send her bolting.

  “Do I need to throw you over my shoulder and take you back with me? I can send someone for the truck later.” I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder to prove I would if I had to.

  “Put me down,” she giggled. “No, that won’t be necessary.”

  I set her down facing me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I lingered longer than I should have.

  I felt heat emanating somewhere just below the belt. “Tell me you love me,” I asked of her.

  “I love you,” she replied, still holding on to me.

  I moved my hand to her butt and playfully slapped it, causing her to jolt. “Now get your sweet ass in that truck and let me close things up. I want both of us to make it home before nightfall.”

  I liked the sound of that, home. My home, her home if she wanted it as badly as I.

  As she pulled away I allowed my nervousness to appear. We had not discussed what would happen if the charter accepted her proposal to a joint venture. Would she really live on the island permanently?

  I had one week to get her to agree to stay with me forever. The longer I could convince her to stay, the harder it would be for her to leave. I didn’t want her to leave.

  It did not take me long to get everything locked up and stowed away.

  I pulled anchor, checked my gauges and headed home. As soon as I had cell service I would call Annette and confirm all my arrangement were completed.

  I was pleased I took the initiative to procure my business partner and friends help. Aleksander’s housekeeper assisted in purchasing soaps, shampoos and any feminine product that a woman would require.

  I”d been living in my restored Victorian home for two years. It still looked exactly like the day I moved in. If I had to give it a word, I would say it was simplistic.

  Simplistic was good, I justified.

  There would be no traces of another woman ever living there. Nothing for me to explain or hide. If Mac gave it her personal touch, would she feel at home in my house?

  Once my boat was safely tied into dock, I headed home.

  I decided I could check some emails, get some work done, to kill the time while I waited for Mackenzie. I was already under the gun from my extended vacation. Now I was pushing to launch a new line in less than a month.

  I looked up and noticed daylight fading. I checked my cell; no text, no missed calls.

  I calculated in my head the time it would take her to put things in order. She had to say goodbye to her friends, explain where she was disappearing to for a week.

  I closed my laptop and began to pace. Would I really have forced her if she said no?

  I wasn’t a caveman, but at this moment I really wanted to claim her. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and lock her in my bedroom and fuck her a month of Sundays.

  Is that why she didn’t come? Had she sensed my obsession? Was it too much for her?

  Would it become too much for me to control?

  Was my unhealthy obsession with her insane?

  Was that what she was really asking?

  Chapter 22

  Mackenzie

  According to the GPS I had another hour to reach my destination. I would make a stop for coffee and call Richard. Let him know of the delay.

  I could let him stew. It was partially his fault by delaying my departure by an hour.

  I did not count on how difficult it was going to be to say goodbye to Sally. I hadn’t planned on saying goodbye. I was going to tell her I was spending a week with a friend.

  Sally told me the look on my face was more than spending a week with a friend. It took longer to explain what happened on the weekend.

  Now I was running really late and I did not enjoy driving at night on a strange road.

  I pulled into the next stop and searched for my cell. Located the number Richard programmed for me.

  “Hello, Mac, is everything okay?”

  Was there a hint of panic in his voice?

  “Everything's fine, I’m running late, I’ll be another hour.” I waited to hear his response. The breathing on the other end of the phone seemed calmer, more composed.

  “Don’t speed, drive carefully. I don’t want you to get in any accidents, okay?” His voice was direct, and instructions clear.

  “Okay, I will. Richard, I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby, see you in an hour.”

  I felt guilty about not calling sooner. I could tell he was worried. He was right, I shouldn't speed. He knew I was on my way and would be waiting for me.

  Before, when I thought about him it caused an insatiable ache between my thighs.

  Thinking of him now had the opposite effect.

  The ache was replaced with a pleasant arousal. One I knew would be taken care of when I reached my destination. The anticipation had me tempted to speed, just a little.

  Forty-five minutes after my call, I was pulling into the driveway of a magnificent restored Victorian home, complete with a wrap around veranda and swing. Richard was sitting on the steps waiting for me.

  How long had he sat out there in the cold?

  Where he lived was another one of those questions that didn’t get asked. Sally was right, this was going to take longer than a week.

  Richard reached the truck and opened my door before I had time to get my seat belt unfastened. He practically lifted me out of the truck and pulled me to him.

  “Welcome home, baby.” He lifted me and began carrying me to the house.

  “Richard, what are you doing?” I laughed playfully.

  “Carrying you across the threshold!” he told me, wearing that wicked grin that set me on fire.

  “Richard, baby,” I returned his sickly sweet tone, “put me down. If you want to carry something across the threshold, you can help me with my luggage.”

  He set me down and kissed me. “Anything you want, baby.”

  He opened the truck’s door. “Wow, I know you said you were low maintenance, but are you sure this will be enough for a week?” He frowned as he lifted the small suitcase.

  “That’s my overnight bag,” I opened the cab of my truck, “these are my suitcases.”

  Richard came around the back and looked inside the cab. “I see why you’re late,” he snickered.

  I shrugged. “After I told Sally I was visiting a friend for a week, she didn’t buy it. Sally made me realize, a week was not going to be long enough to figure out what this is.”

  Richard eyes lit up. “Mac, what are you telling me?”

  “It didn’t make sense not to stay at least until your birthday party.” I took a deep breath.

  “A month, I’m giving us a month.” I watched to see his reaction. He had tried to convince me to stay longer while we were on the island. Was that still the case now that I was here?

  “If you’ll have me?” I stood, facing the man I loved.

  He had the widest grin. I thought his face would split. He began unloading the luggage, tossing me a small bag. “Let’s get you moved into your new home,” he beamed.

  After bringing in the last of my bags I too
k the time to take in my surroundings.

  I admired the architecture and noticed some upgrades. “Your place is lovely,” I assured him.

  I also noticed it had none of Richard’s personality. At least not the Richard I had come to know. It had basic furnishings, no bright colors, no pictures of family on the wall.

  He came up behind me and wrapped his muscular strong arms around my waist. “Would you like a tour to get your bearings?”

  “That would be nice.”

  He released me and took my hand. As he took me from room to room I acknowledged, every room was pretty much the same.

  The first story contained a large entrance, a fair sized living room, open concept kitchen and dining room and Richard’s office.

  It appeared Richard walked into a furniture store and bought the showcases and had them delivered and placed.

  The upstairs was much the same, two bedrooms on one side of the hallway separated by a full bath. The furniture plain, the rooms lacking bright colors. I kept silent, allowing him to lead the way.

  “I saved the best for last,” he enticed. He opened French doors that led to a large bedroom with a king size bed. “Check this out.”

  He opened a door leading to a walk in closet. One side was completely empty. I knew there was no way he had time to clean this out for me. It would have already been in this state.

  “I had one of the bedrooms converted. I had no idea how big it was going to turn out. I assume this is enough space to put your stuff?”

  I was sure the look of awe on my face let him know I wholeheartedly approved of the space.

  “One last room,” he guided me to the other side of the room.

  “I had the other bedroom converted into an en suite,” he proudly announced as he opened the last door.

  I stepped inside the room and began laughing hysterically. Richard rushed in behind me.

  “Oh my god, what did she do to my bathroom?” He sounded horrified.

  Before me, I saw pink towels on one rack, blue on the other. There were scented candles, fancy soaps, body washes and two spa-inspired bathrobes hanging on the hook by the shower.

  The room was the complete opposite of anything I had witnessed thus far.

  “Who is she?” I quizzed.

  Sounding exasperated, he answered, “I asked my business partner if his housekeeper could pick up a few things, not do a complete makeover.” He ran his hands through his hair and settled them on his hips.

  Sitting on the vanity was a fresh bouquet of flowers with a note attached. I grabbed it before Richard had the chance. I flipped it between my fingers, smiling, teasing him with it.

  I opened the note, “Richard, if you want the lady to stay, your house needs a little warmth and color. Love, Haley and Aleksander.”

  “I take it this wasn't done by your friends housekeeper.” I laughed. “It caught me off guard, but I like it.”

  “What do you mean it caught you off guard?” He pouted.

  “Richard, your entire house is void of color, and then I walked into this,” I wave my hand gesturing to the sight before us.

  “To be honest, I was a little surprised to find your house—” I didn’t have the chance to finish that sentence.

  Richard interjected, “Simplistic, Mac, I like to think of it as simplistic.”

  “Simplistic, that’s one word for it,” I continued to tease him. “Richard, your boat was less than simplistic, why not your house?” I was curious to know why.

  “The best way I can describe it is that my boat is where I live, my house is where I sleep. It didn’t need anything other than simplistic, until now.”

  He stepped closer to me and ran his fingers through my hair, cupped my face and kissed me gently on the lips.

  I responded, opening my mouth to let him overtake it with his tongue.

  The doorbell rang.

  “Were you expecting company?” I was wondering who would call on him at such a late hour.

  “Not company, dinner. I ordered pizza.” He removed his hands from my face and led me back downstairs.

  Richard paid the driver and handed me the box. I took it to the kitchen.

  “It smells great, I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now.” I opened the box. “Cheese and bacon?”

  “I know you like cheese, I know you like bacon. I figured this was a safe bet,” he shrugged and smiled.

  ”We have plenty of time to discover what foods we like, amongst other things.” He pulled out two plates. “Eat something, you’re going to need your energy for later.”

  “I could use a hot shower before I take my bags to whatever guest room you want me to use.” My tone was concise.

  Richard’s face drained of color. “You think you’re sleeping in the guest room?”

  Chapter 23

  Richard

  “You think you’re sleeping in the guest room?” I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.

  “I’m a guest in your home, it makes sense I would sleep in the guest room.

  I didn’t say you couldn't join me,” she smiled coyly.

  “You are not a guest in my home, you're my girlfriend.” I wanted her to understand this was something I was not willing to compromise on. She agreed to stay with me, in my house.

  Which included my bed.

  “I’m not ready to go there. I’m sure you’ve had the sheets changed since your last encounter, but I’m still not ready.” I thought I heard her voice quiver just a little.

  “My last encounter was in a cabin, and my boat, and a draughty lighthouse, if I recall.”

  I understood what she was implying. I took her hand and laid her palms on my chest above my heart.

  “As God is my witness, Mac, you are the first encounter I have ever brought to my bed. You will be the only encounter I will ever bring to my bed.”

  I stared deeply into her blue eyes. “You are the first woman I have ever brought into my home.”

  Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with amusement and the corners of her mouth lifted.

  “So what do you want to take advantage of first, the jacuzzi tub or the jet shower?”

  I knew either would help her tired bones from sitting in the truck most of the afternoon.

  “You, I want to take advantage of you.”

  I wondered if the lust I saw in her eyes were simply a mirror of my own, reflecting back at me. I didn’t care, she wanted me. That was all I needed to understand at the moment.

  I scooped her up in my arms and headed upstairs. “I’ve waited a long time to christen that jacuzzi tub.”

  I sat her down on the edge of the tub. She began to unbutton her top. “Not so fast,” I took her hands and stopped her. “First, we pick out some of those lovely oils Haley went to the trouble of getting.”

  I turned on the water and gauged the temperature.

  I took a bottle off the vanity, opened it and placed it under my nose. I read the label, “Lavender.”

  I placed the open bottle under her nose. She inhaled deeply and smiled.

  I reached for another one. Mackenzie placed her hand on my arm.

  “The one that says pink jasmine,” she told me, biting her bottom lip.

  I took the bottle, opened it and took a whiff. I smiled my most wickedest grin and gave a low growl of approval.

  “I will have to send Haley a very big thank you gift for this one.” I drizzled the liquid into the tub.

  I lifted Mackenzie to her feet, “Now we take our time.” I began by unbuttoning her top and slipped it off her shoulder.

  “Your turn,” I gestured for her to repeat the process with my shirt.

  Next came her jeans.

  Then mine.

  I enjoyed watching her eyes widen with each action.

  By the time we stood completely naked in front of each other, the water was ready.

  I stepped inside the tub and held out my hand for Mackenzie to join me. I sat and motioned her to sit in front of me. She relaxed against my chest and stret
ched her long sexy legs until they reached the end.

  “Are you comfortable?” I rasped huskily in her ear.

  “Yes, very much so,” she whispered.

  “Good, it wasn’t easy finding a tub long enough for my lanky legs,” I laughed.

  “I’m glad we fit.”

  I laced my arms around her. “I want to just sit, holding you, for now.”

  She turned her head and kissed me below the ear, making a small whimpering sound of disappointment.

  “Impatient, are we?” I teased. “I didn’t say where I was going to hold you.”

  She gasped as I cupped her breasts and began kneading them, rubbing my thumb across her taut nipples. She raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck, giving me complete access.

  She emanated a low moan, expressing her pleasure.

  The smell of jasmine filled my nostrils. It was her scent, the one that tasted sweet on my lip. I ran my tongue across her collarbone, enjoying the sweetness I associated with her.

  She turned her head and met my lip. Our kisses were soft, caressing, not the primal savagery we had experienced thus far.

  I moved my hand down her flat abdomen to the joint of her apex. I slid my finger in her folds and fondled her clit. I silenced her moans with a kisses. She shuddered and that encouraged me to move to the next level.

  I turned on the jets.

  “Oh god, that feel so good,” she confessed. “I didn’t realize how relaxing this could be.”

  I brought my knees up and cradled her butt under my feet, lifting her ass slightly. She squealed and instinctively raised her knees and lifted her butt. “Richard, you did that on purpose,” she accused.

  “You didn’t like that, baby?” I took my hand and gently guided her back into place. She squealed again, but did not resist.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? I think it was originally designed to relax your lower back, but I like this effect much better,” I teased.

  I used my fingers to slide her open, allowing the jets to stimulate her insides and clit.

  “Come for me, baby, don’t hold anything back.”

  I felt her body go limp against me and she let out a long sigh. I was content letting her reach her climax at her own pace. I was a master at pleasing women. It was what I had done for many years, with many women.