by Alexa Davis
“I doubt it, but I’ll let you know if it ever happens on my end,” I said with a wink. “We may need to bring in a pinch hitter if that happens.”
“You’re such a jerk!” she laughed as she reached down between my legs and firmly grasped me with her hand. “You’d better be careful because I now own half of this.”
“You wish!” I said as I slid my hand between her thighs and slipped my fingers between her silky lips. She cried out softly as I began stroking. “Then, this is half mine.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she continued squeezing and stroking in time to my rhythm. I leaned over and kissed her deeply as we lost ourselves in the attempt to please each other. I could feel her becoming more aroused, and I knew I was growing harder in her hand. When I slipped a finger just inside her tight wet entrance and felt her grip me, I knew I had to have her.
I pulled her on top of me as I rolled onto my back and slid my shaft between her dripping wet lips. She moved back and forth, coating me in her wetness as we both moaned and ached for more. The intensity of the teasing drove us both to the edge of our raging desire. In one swift movement, she gripped the base of my shaft and slipped the tip just inside her tight opening. She rocked back and forth a little, teasing me by pushing in and pulling out as I felt her juices running down the length of my shaft and coating everything below it.
I moaned loudly, wanting to thrust up inside of her and feel myself buried in her warm wet womb, but I knew better. I knew that if I waited for her to make the first move, it would be that much more intense and amazing. And when she did, it was.
She teased until I begged her to stop, and then she looked down at me with those beautiful blue eyes as she took me inside of her in one quick motion.
I cried out as I felt her enveloping me and then rocking back and forth before she began the familiar rhythm I’d come to know and love. I gripped her hips as I thrust up to meet her downward motion and felt her riding me harder and faster as she rocked. I reached down and began stroking her sensitive little nub, knowing full well that she was on the edge of a huge orgasm and that all I had to do was stroke her enough to send her flying off the edge. And so I did.
I felt it building as she tightened around me and I thrust up into her harder and deeper as I felt her begin to climax. She cried out and fell forward as she braced herself against my shoulders and rode me harder. I held her thighs and thrust up again and again, feeling my own release just moments away.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Oh God, yes! Dax, please! Yes!” The sound of her pleasure sent me flying off the edge of the cliff. I felt my whole body go numb for a moment as the heat moved from my feet to my head and then engulfed me in a wave of pleasure so intense that I cried out as my hips pumped upward of their own volition. I couldn’t stop as I rode the wave with her, both of us moving and sliding against each other.
When we were finally still again, I lifted her damp hair off of her face and said, “I don’t think I’ll need a pinch hitter.”
Brooke burst out laughing and lay in my arms until we both fell into a deep, deep sleep.
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BILLIONAIRE’S FIANCE
By Alexa Davis
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 Alexa Davis
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CHAPTER ONE
Max
"Listen, zhopa," Kristov said. "Papa is giving you a chance to prove that you're capable of handling this part of the business, so handle it!"
"Asshole? I'm an asshole now?" I said without looking up. I pulled several small jewelry boxes out of the larger box that had been delivered a few hours earlier and began examining the contents of each one. "Why am I an asshole for wanting to do something different?"
"Because Papa is giving you the opportunity of a lifetime to prove yourself," he replied as he slipped a cigarette between his lips and flicked his lighter. "You'll earn your stars, bratik. Don't you want to earn your stars?"
"Not particularly," I said as I avoided his gaze. He knew how much it irritated me when he called me little brother, and yet he did it anyway. "I don't care about any of that bullshit. I don't want stars or crosses or churches or any other ink on my body. Can't you understand that?"
"I can," he nodded as he inhaled deeply and then blew the smoke at me in precisely formed rings. "But Papa can't, so it falls on me to entice you back to the fold."
"Kristov, I don't know how to say it any more clearly than I already have," I coughed as I shot him an annoyed look. He smiled like a Cheshire cat and waited. "I don't want to have anything to do with the family business. I don't want to be part of the gang or be vory v zakone. I want to start my own jewelry business and operate it legitimately. I don't want help or muscle or anything at all. I just want peace. Can't you understand that?"
Kristov silently watched me unpack the boxes and smoked as he considered my rejection of his offer. We'd been like this since we were children. He was the older brother who was always charged with bringing me into line when I decided to go my own way, and when I had been younger and weaker, it had worked. But now we were adults and, while I would always be younger than he was, I would never be weaker again.
"Bratik, you can do whatever you want, but you owe Papa," he said as his smile shifted from brotherly to something more sinister.
"Owe Papa what?" I asked.
"He gave you the money that you used to buy that beautiful place you live in and start this business," he said before taking a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaling in my face. "And now, you owe him some respect and reciprocity; got it?"
"Kristov, I'm going to say this one time and one time only, so listen well, my brother," I began as I stopped unpacking boxes and looked at him. "I don't want to be a thief-in-law, I don't want to run with the bratán, and I don't owe Papa anything. Not a cent. Mama gave me what was rightfully mine and told me to do with it what I wished."
We stood in the small space staring each other down as we waited for the other to look away first. Kristov finally looked away and shrugged as he chuckled. He threw the still burning butt of his cigarette on the floor and ground it into the carpet as he stared at me, smiling. I willed my face to remain impassive and waited for him to speak. He said nothing; he only smiled, shook his head, and moved toward me so he could roughly pat my shoulder. He walked to the door, turned and looked at me one more time, then shook his head as he smiled and walked out the door.
"You'll regret this, bratik," he tossed over his shoulder as he exited, leaving the door wide open.
I quickly crossed the room and shut the door behind him before I turned and leaned against it as I sunk to the floor and put my head in my hands. In my heart, I wanted to believe that my father would never do anything to hurt me, no matter how pissed off he was, but my logical brain, the one that had grown up with a father who led the South Side Chicago Russian Mafia, knew that my father would do whatever he had to in order to protect the brotherhood – even if that meant neutralizing his own son.
CHAPTER TWO
Lexi
"Josh?" I called as I entered the apartment and saw suitcases sitting near the door. "Josh? What's going on?"
"Oh hey, Sugar," he said as he flashed me his biggest and brightest toothpaste-ad smile. "I wasn't expecting you for anoth
er hour!"
"How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that? You know I hate it," I said, then turned and looked at the packed bags."What's going on? Are you going somewhere?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied as he dug through the junk drawer in the entryway table, pulling out rubber bands, a comb, a handful of peppermints we'd gotten at an Italian restaurant in the Chicago Loop, and a stack of notepads from every hotel we'd ever stayed at. "I'm going on a trip. I was kind of hoping we wouldn't have to do this, though. Not tonight."
"Do what? Where are you going?" I asked as I watched him dig deeper, looking for something specific.
"Um, well, see…" he trailed off as he pulled out a rainbow-colored super ball, a travel flashlight, and a handful of AA batteries. “Look, I didn't want to do it this way, but since you're here, I might as well go ahead."
"Josh? You're scaring me," I said. I looked from him to the contents of the junk drawer that now laid spread out on the top of the table.
"Lexi, I got a call from an agent in LA. I got a part in that sitcom I auditioned for last fall and they want me in LA by next week to get fitted for the wardrobe and do some readings with the rest of the cast."
"That's great news!" I exclaimed. "We've been waiting for this break for so long, and now, you've got the part! Oh, Josh, that's so awesome! When do we move? God, I'm going to need to get boxes and call the movers! How much time do we have?"
"Well, see, that's the thing," he shrugged hesitating a little. "Look, it's been a good run, Lex, we were good together, but this is where our paths diverge and we go in different directions."
I stared at him in stunned silence.
"Wait, are you trying to tell me that you're breaking up with me?" I said. To say I was surprised was the understatement of the century.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he shrugged. "It just seems like the right thing to do at this point. I don't want to keep you hanging on here in Chicago while I head to LA and pursue my dream job. Long distance never really works, you know."
"So, you're breaking up with me as you’re packing to leave?" I shouted. "You couldn't have given me any kind of warning that this was coming?"
"No, not really," he said calmly. "I mean, I didn't know if I was going to get the part or not, so I didn't want to act prematurely."
"So you thought you'd just hang on until you heard yes or no, and then you'd break the news?" I was furious, but tried to channel the calm that I'd learned in my improv classes. "And now that you've found out that the answer is yes, you're leaving me behind?"
"Yeah, that's exactly how it worked! Man, you're really something, Lex!" He moved toward me to give me a hug, but I backed up and held out an arm.
"Do not come any closer or you will most likely lose a part of yourself that you will probably need in your new sitcom," I said through clenched teeth.
"What's wrong, Sugar? Found it!" he asked as he took another look through the junk drawer and turned triumphantly holding up the item he was looking for. It was a small troll doll with neon green hair wearing a rainbow tunic I'd made for it when Josh and I were undergrads at Northwestern.
"Do. Not. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again," I said in a staccato voice as I pushed my back against the wall and tried to remain standing. I would not lose my cool while he was standing in front of me.
"Jeez, Lex, lighten up a little," he said as he tucked the troll into the outer pocket of the larger suitcase and zipped it in. "Look, I didn't do this on purpose. It just happened. I have an opportunity to do what I've always wanted to do, and I'm taking it. Is that so wrong?"
"It is if you're leaving me behind to clean up your mess," I said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"What about the rent here? Have you thought about the fact that there is no way on earth I can afford to pay it on my own and that we have eight months left on our lease?" I said no longer containing my fury. "You're going to run out and follow your dream, but you're going to stick me with the bill?"
"Oh yeah, that," he said. "Well, I'll try to send some money to you as soon as I get paid for my first episode or something, but don't expect too much. LA is really expensive, and I've got a whole bunch of things I need to do out there."
"Josh, you are…you are…" I sputtered as I tried to come up with a word that would accurately describe him without relying on vulgarities. I couldn't come up with anything, so I yelled, "You're an asshole!"
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry you feel that way," he said and flashed me a sympathetic look that I recognized as one of the expressions I'd helped him perfect when he was auditioning for the role of a pediatric oncologist.
"How can you do this, Josh?" I shouted as I held back a sob. "How can you just pick up and leave me like this? Don't you love me?"
"Oh, baby, I love you," he said, reaching out to ran his fingers down my cheek. "I just feel like I need to explore the options being presented. It's only fair to take advantage of the opportunities after I've done so much work to get where I am."
"But what about me?" I said as the tears welled up. "Don't you want me to come with you? We've worked hard together to get this far."
"Sugar, look, it's been a fun ride and we've been good together," he said as I felt the anger boiling under the surface. "But we're just not meant to walk the next path together, you know. There are some walks you have to take alone."
"Are you fucking quoting Hunger Games while you break up with me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and shooting him a drop-dead look. "And, don't call me that. You know I hate it."
"Yeah, I guess I am," he grinned. "Well, it works for just about everything, now, doesn't it?"
"You're unbelievable." I shook my head as I stepped back and looked at him with fresh eyes. "I can't believe that I loved you enough to want to make a life with you."
"Oh c'mon, Lexi, we were never that serious," he said as he impatiently checked his luggage tags to make sure he had his LA address on them. "We were college lovers who knew that some day we'd go our separate ways."
"You're delusional," I said. "Don't you remember that night on the roof of the Carlton Hotel when we had drinks and watched a movie under the stars and you said you hoped our whole life together would be just like that?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" he said as he pulled out his wallet and double-checked that he had enough cash for the curb check-in. "Oh, you mean that night when it was too hot to be inside and we decided that a free movie was better than being stuck in a sweltering apartment?"
"You're rewriting our entire relationship!" I cried. "It wasn't like that! We were in love!"
"You were in love, Lex, not me," he said as he looked up at me. "I love you, but not like that. And, I'm certainly not going to throw away a chance at a real acting career out of guilt or a few words I said after one too many martinis on the roof of the Carlton."
"You're heartless," I whispered. I wanted to scream at him, pound on his chest, and make him admit that he had felt something for me. That he had loved me and still did, but my pride won out and I kept silent as he slung his travel bag over his shoulder and grabbed the handle of his suitcase before heading for the door.
"I'm not heartless, Lex," he said as he turned the knob, opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. "I'm pragmatic, and there's a huge difference between the two. Take care of yourself, Sugar." And with that, he pulled the door toward him until the latch clicked quietly.
"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" I screamed at the door as I grabbed a sculpture from the hall table and threw it so hard that it shattered into a million pieces when it hit the wall. Then, I sank to the floor and sobbed as if my heart was breaking, which I was almost certain it was.
CHAPTER THREE
Max
I quickly cleared my head and got back to work unpacking the inventory I'd ordered. I had a lot to accomplish before the store was scheduled to open in two weeks and I didn't have the time to have a meltdown over my brother's threat. As I inspected each piece of
jewelry and placed it back in its box, I thought about how to best handle this situation. Visiting my father was out of the question. He'd sent Kristov to bring me back, so confronting him wasn't going to be a viable option. I knew I needed someone to help me plead my case, though, so I made a quick decision to head up to see my grandmother. If anyone could help me, it would be her.
"Hello, Babi!" I called as I knocked on her screen door and pulled it open. Babi had lived on the bottom floor of a two-flat walk up on Newgard for as long as I could remember. She'd come over from Moscow when I was small, but she hadn't wanted to live with us like most grandmothers. She was a stubborn woman, which explained a lot about my father, but she lavished love in the form of traditional Russian food on all of her children and grandchildren. I couldn't remember a time when Babi wasn't cooking and today was no exception.
"Maksimka!" she called from the kitchen. "Come in here and give your Babi a kiss!"
I laughed as I crossed the front room and headed for the kitchen. Babi's house looked like it had been picked up and transported directly from her apartment in Moscow. The room was wallpapered in blue and gold foil that ran from the ceiling to the floor and made me feel like I was on the inside of a fancy box of chocolates. Her furniture was heavy oak that was intricately carved and faithfully polished by the housekeeping crew my father had hired to make sure she wouldn't have to do anything but cook and visit friends and family. Babi rolled her eyes at this luxury, but she allowed it because she knew it made my father feel good about providing for her.
"Babi!" I said as I pushed open the door to the kitchen and found my grandmother taking a piping hot loaf of bread from the oven. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as she set it on the cooling rack and closed the oven door.
"Maksimka, give me a hug!" she demanded as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her. I was more than foot taller than her, but she had strong arms and if she wanted a hug, she got a hug. When she was satisfied, she looked up at me and said, "I've got a pot of ukha on the stove, sit down and let me give you a bowl!"