Trusting the Billionaire (Weston Brothers Book 2)

by C. C. Snow

  I turned to meet Troy’s amused gaze. Fighting off a blush, I smirked. “Riveting.”

  “I’d love to hear it, but it’ll have to be tonight.” He adjusted Aiden’s weight in his arms. The little boy looked alert and energized again.

  “Okay.” I reached out a hand to comb back Aiden’s black waves. “Bye, kiddo.”

  He pushed away from his uncle and reached his hands out to me. “Eoh. Kiss.”

  I melted. Leaning over, I pecked his cheek and nuzzled his nose, making him giggle. “I’ll see you Monday.”

  I glanced at Troy and my breath caught at the way he stared at me, his blue-green eyes dark and intense.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” Troy said softly.

  “Tonight,” I parroted inanely.

  As soon as he walked out of the café, Troy stopped and placed Aiden on top of his shoulders. I watched them cross the street, Aiden’s little body wiggling excitedly on top of his uncle’s tall frame, and warmth curled low in my belly.

  ***

  My heart jumped when the buzzer rang at five minutes before seven. I hadn’t been so nervous since I went out on my first date in high school. Only I hoped this date wouldn’t have the same sad ending—with me punching Bobby Lancaster’s face for trying to cop a feel in the dark theater.

  I made one more turn in front of my mirror and nodded with approval. For tonight, I had made an extra effort even though Troy told me to dress casually. Every item of clothing had been chosen carefully to highlight my curves instead of hiding them. I was wearing my favorite red sweater and low-rise jeans. It felt strange—and a bit scary—to embrace my sexuality again.

  Wiping my sweaty palms on my dark blue jeans, I pressed the intercom. “I’m coming.”

  Troy’s chuckle made me realize what I said and my face flamed. “Downstairs,” I clarified.

  “You can come wherever you want, baby.”

  I let go of the button and stifled a laugh. “Insufferable man,” I muttered. After pulling on my wool peacoat, I locked the apartment and headed downstairs.

  As soon as Troy saw me, he smiled broadly. “Hi, baby.” He was dressed in jeans and his leather jacket. I couldn’t decide if I liked him more in his bespoke suits or in casual attire.

  “Hi,” I said, feeling inexplicably shy.

  “Ready?” He held his hand out to me, his eyes holding mine.

  It felt like he was asking about more than our date. After a second of hesitation, I slipped my hand in his. “Yes.”

  He squeezed my fingers and smiled. “Good.”

  Two hours later, we sat on top of the world, enjoying the view of the Chicago skyline from the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier.

  When I told Troy I had never been on one, he insisted we needed to go on the ride. The first few minutes had been harrowing as we drifted higher into the sky, but then it had become exhilarating. The panorama of the night sky and vast, dark lake was breathtaking.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, shivering slightly. The wind at two hundred feet above the ground was decidedly chillier.

  “Come here,” Troy murmured and scooted me closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, lending me his incredible body heat and I burrowed closer to him.

  “Are you having a good time?”

  I tilted my head toward him and smiled. “Yes. What made you decide to bring me here?” He couldn’t have picked a better place to put me at ease. For some reason, the public venue stripped away the stress and pressure of a first date.

  He shrugged and absently wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger. “I thought it would be a fun, memorable first date. Didn’t the hot dog stand live up to your expectations?”

  I smiled. “I was duly impressed with the gourmet offerings. Ketchup, mustard and sauerkraut. Truly world-class cuisine.”

  His laughter rang out into the night. “I got the impression you didn’t really like expensive restaurants.”

  “How could you tell?” I asked, awed by how well he could read me.

  “Well, when I took you to The Cave, you were a little too impressed with their décor,” he said dryly, making me laugh.

  After a brief hesitation, I told him about my theory on one-star restaurants.

  Chuckling, he playfully tugged on my hair. “That’s an awful theory. To set the record straight, Anya Van Houten was never my girlfriend. The night at Portofino’s was only our second date. She was upset that I wasn’t going to ask her to attend a film festival with me. I wasn’t there to break up with her.”

  “Oh.” I bit my lip in remorse. It was yet another thing I had misjudged him on. “I’m sorry.”

  “There’s no need to apologize. Even if she wasn’t my girlfriend, it was still tasteless of me to hit on you that night.”

  “Now that you mention it, it was very classless of you,” I said with a smile in my voice.

  He pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered. “In my defense, I couldn’t help myself. When you called me a spoiled toddler, I got a hard-on.”

  I turned my head into his shoulder to muffle my laugh. “You are incorrigible.”

  He lifted my chin with his finger to look at him. His eyes were the color of the deepest part of the ocean. He angled his head and I knew he was going to kiss me. Unlike the other times, he moved slowly, allowing me time to pull away. He stopped inches from me and my lips parted as I felt the gust of his breath.

  I slid my hands around his neck to pull him closer and pressed my lips against his. I could feel him rein himself in as he let me take the lead.

  Tightening my grip on his silky hair, I pushed my tongue into the space between his lower lip and teeth to explore the textures. His moan mixed with my sigh and he opened his mouth wider. Our tongues thrust and parried in unhurried strokes and pleasure spread slowly through me like warm molasses.

  When we broke apart, our breathing was unsteady.

  “Damn,” he muttered and buried his nose into my hair. “You always smell so good.”

  I wrapped my hands around his waist and nuzzled my nose into his jawline. Hmm…spice and man. “So do you.”

  We stayed like that, absorbing each other’s essence into our lungs, and as the gondola descended, I felt the same falling sensation in my chest.

  God, it was terrifying.

  Somehow I knew if I took another step toward this man, there would be no going back. Twenty-four hours ago, I would have given in to my flight instincts, but now I battled them with everything in me.

  Don’t let him win.

  When the ride ended, Troy helped me out of the gondola and kept my hand in his. He raised it to kiss my fingers and paused when he saw my bruises. His jaw hard, he grazed his lips over my pulse.

  “Does it hurt, baby?” His voice was soft, but there was a steely undertone, as if he could barely contain his rage.

  “I’m okay, Troy,” I reassured him, feeling my heart melt at his gentleness.

  Exhaling deeply, he lowered my hand and looked around. He visibly fought with his wrath for a few seconds before he got himself under control. “What else do you want to do, baby?” He nodded toward another ride. “Want to try the swinger?”

  As I took a step closer to him, I felt like I was flinging myself off a cliff. Holding his gaze, I said softly, “Take me to your place, Troy.”

  He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes glinting like diamonds. “Baby, I don’t want to rush you into anything. I’d already made that mistake with you when we first met,” he husked.

  God. This man laid waste to my walls.

  Turning my body, I pressed my breasts into his hard chest and whispered, “I want to. I want you.” This might be our first official date, but Ethan was right—we had been engaged in a sensual game for more than a month.

  He groaned and placed his hands at my waist. His erection surged eagerly against my belly. “Are you sure, Elle? If I take you, you’re my woman. No more bullshit.”

  It was a primitive, caveman statement, but it was what I needed to hear. I want
ed to be Troy’s woman and I wanted him to be my man.

  Eyes burning with emotion, I stood on my toes and nipped his lower lip, feeling like I was staking a claim, and said, “Yes. I’m sure.”

  Chapter 12

  Troy pressed a hard and urgent kiss to my mouth and without another word, hustled me to his car. He kept our hands interlaced and by tacit agreement, we remained silent. The air heated with expectation and I felt my core tighten in anticipation.

  Even though he pushed the speed limit, the ride felt like it lasted forever. He pulled into an underground garage, parked, and came around to open the door for me. Tugging me out of the car, he guided me to an elevator. He scanned a keycard and pressed the button for the top floor.

  In a low voice, he said, “I’m going to apologize ahead of time. I wanted to take it slow this first time, but I’m not going to last. As soon as my apartment door closes behind us, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you hard and fast. If you have any objections, I need to know now.”

  He said all of this in a calm voice without looking at me and it took a few beats for his words to sink in.

  Then lust crashed into me like a freight train. My inner muscles contracted in hunger and I let out a needy moan.

  His eyes slewed toward me and flared red-hot at seeing my expression. He growled and took a step toward me, as if he were ready to pounce, and then abruptly stopped. Chest heaving, he pivoted away from me.

  In the mirror-like shine of the steel doors, I saw him close his eyes and blow out a hissing breath through his teeth. Seeing him wrestle for control was a huge turn-on and I felt another wave of heat. I tried to remember when I had wanted any man as much as I wanted him and drew a blank.

  His eyes flew open and met mine in the reflection and we kept our gazes locked as the elevator climbed higher.

  When the doors slid open, Troy reached for my hand without glancing at me and tugged me into his apartment. I heard the whoosh of the door closing behind me. I tried to drum up some curiosity about his place, but all my senses were firmly focused on the tall man standing next to me, his body giving off an intense sensual heat.

  He stayed frozen for a few seconds and I wondered if he had changed his mind when he spun around and slammed his lips over mine.

  The force of him pushed me against the wall and I grunted at the impact, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from his kiss.

  One hand fisted in my hair and moved my head at an angle, his mouth firm and rapacious. The other worked on the buttons of my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His hand slid underneath my sweater to touch the bare skin of my back.

  Aching for him, I fumbled with his jacket and by a miracle, managed to get the zipper undone. Without breaking the kiss, he shrugged out of the leather and immediately returned his hands to their original positions. We were both desperate for oxygen and had to pull apart, but as soon as we gulped in a few breaths, we sealed our lips again.

  With a groan, he let go of my mouth, cupped my ass cheeks and muttered, “Bedroom. Wrap your arms and legs around me.”

  Foggily, I followed his instructions, curling my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. His cock notched at the perfect spot between my thighs and I shivered, feeling my wetness soak through my panties and jeans.

  At the small moan I made, Troy cursed and picked up speed, carrying me into a large bedroom. He flicked on a switch and the room filled with soft light.

  He set me on my feet and we reached for each other at the same time, struggling with stubborn buttons and zippers. At some point, we realized we were hindering rather than helping each other and we focused on undressing ourselves.

  As I crossed my arms to take off my sweater, I paused to admire his wide chest and abs. God, every muscle in his torso was hard and defined. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers over all that perfection.

  Cora had once told me she thought Troy was Apollo when they first met and I had to admit he looked very god-like at the moment.

  Troy shot me a glance as he started to shuck off his jeans. “Hurry, baby,” he urged.

  I dragged my sweater over my head and peeled off my pants, my eyes still on him. Reaching behind to unclasp my bra, I froze when I saw him push his boxers past his hips, freeing his cock. At the sight of his thick shaft, I was hit by a wave of intense lust. I stared at his penis, imagining how he would taste, and licked my lips.

  He looked at my face and made a low, gruff sound in the back of his throat. Letting his boxers drop to the floor, he tackled me onto his bed, knocking the breath out of me. My back made contact with luxuriously soft sheets. Gasping, I blinked at the decadently beautiful man above me as he reached behind my back to unhook my bra. He stripped the scrap of lace down my arms.

  “Baby, you’re goddamn gorgeous,” he groaned and cupped my full breasts in his hands. His thumbs rubbed against my tight nipples and I panted, overcome by sensation. My breasts had always been very sensitive and his touch was driving me crazy. He bent his head and covered a peak with his lips. The strong suction of his mouth made me arch and cry out his name.

  “Oh Christ,” he said fervently into my flesh before moving to my other nipple. My fingernails dug into his back as the pleasure built up in my body.

  When he abruptly pulled away, I made a sound of complaint, but his lips were there to silence me. After a short kiss, he sat back on his heels, hooked his thumbs into my panties and started to slide them off.

  “I have to have you, baby.”

  I raised my hips to help him. “Please. I need you.”

  Swearing, Troy opened his nightstand drawer and took out a condom. Tearing the packet open, he slid the latex over his cock and immediately moved over me.

  Instinctively, I tilted my hips to cradle him at the core of me and moaned when his hot length pressed between my pussy lips. Without any direction from my brain, my hips started to rock against him, seeking relief.

  He made a hoarse noise of hunger and reached between our bodies. My fingers turned into claws at his waist as I felt him position his cockhead against the entrance of my body and push. I made a sound of dismay as he started to stretch me and my muscles contracted tightly around him.

  His body stilled and he reared his head back to look at me. “How long, baby?”

  I felt my cheeks redden at the question, but didn’t hesitate to answer, “More than two years.”

  A possessive light flared in his eyes. “Good. You’re mine.”

  I should call him out on his caveman comment, but my body had other ideas because as soon as the word “mine” left his lips, I felt a gush of intense heat in my pussy.

  “Christ,” he said in a strangled voice, his body tensing all over. He placed his palm on my hip. Then with a hard thrust of his hips, he plunged his full length in me.

  “Oh God!” I screamed as my inner muscles fluttered around him. My eyes glazed over as I tried to adjust to his invasion. The fullness felt good—incredible—but as I had told him, it had been a while.

  He dropped his head to my shoulder and murmured, “Baby, I knew you would feel perfect.” He kissed up my neck until he reached my mouth. At the same moment he pushed his tongue into my mouth, started to move his hips in long, sure strokes.

  I mewled into his mouth as he fucked me hard and fast as he had promised. My legs climbed higher until my ankles linked around his lower back. I twisted my face away as the intensity escalated, panting for air.

  Troy dipped his head and pressed kisses along my throat and shoulders, his hips relentlessly pumping into me. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before I felt the knot tightening in my belly.

  “Troy, I’m close,” I gasped, tossing my head back.

  In answer, his hips moved faster and deeper, hitting sensitive nerves deep inside my body. His lips wrapped around my nipple and tugged the hard nub with his teeth. He slid a hand between our bodies and strummed my clit.

  My mouth opened on a scream but only a thr
ottled breath emerged as I hurtled over the edge. My muscles clamped onto his cock in ecstasy and distantly I heard him shout in my ear. My vision came and went as I kept falling and falling. I thought I’d never reach the bottom, but eventually I landed softly, safely in his arms.

  “Baby, are you okay?”

  My lashes fluttered open at his question. Reality filtered in slowly. I was lying on my back. Troy was on his side, his arm pillowing my head, his blue-green eyes—more green than blue at the moment—regarding me with tender concern. His hand was spread on my belly, petting me gently. The sheets and blankets were bunched at the foot of the bed.

  I didn’t know how much time had passed, but it was long enough for him to have gotten rid of the condom. Inwardly I frowned at having missed seeing him come.

  “Baby, answer me.”

  I met his sated gaze and nodded.

  He let out a sigh and then grinned cockily. “Good to know I’ve rendered you speechless.”

  I gathered enough energy to tweak a flat nipple, making him yelp. “You’re so full of yourself.”

  He pressed a hand over mine to stop my torment. “No, but just a few minutes ago, you were.”

  “That’s terrible,” I scolded, trying to hold back my laugh, and turned my face into his pecs. He smelled like clean sweat and sex.

  Chuckling, he lay on his back and settled me at his side, my head on his chest and my leg over his thigh. His hand stroked up and down my back in long caresses.

  “It’s not terrible. It’s the truth. And in a few minutes you’re going to be full of me again. If I remember correctly, you expressed a fantasy about me fucking you hard from behind.”

  His words became husky and I felt a quickening in my sex.

  Holy shit.

  I dragged my hand down his torso, smiling when his ridged abs rippled under my fingertips. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and his shaft stiffened. “Hmm…if I remember correctly, that was the second part of my fantasy. Don’t you want to fulfill the first part too? Do you want me to suck your cock, Troy?”

  He released a long-drawn moan as I tightened my grip and stroked his silky length. He was fully engorged before I reached his tip.