Billionaire Romance: Strike to the Heart (New Adult College Second Chance Age Play Older Man Younger Woman Romance) (Contemporary BBW BDSM Wealthy Rich Alpha Male Hero Short Stories)

by Grace Rawson

  In the other room, Dalal said, “I need to feel you touching me. You need that too.” She levered herself off the bed and onto Nitro. Her head rested on his chest and her legs fell off his big body on either side. She said, “Pull my blouse out of my skirt.” His big fingers did an efficient job of freeing her blouse. She leaned up. “Close your eyes.” He did it. She unbuttoned her blouse down the front and spread it apart. “Put your hands under my blouse and caress my back.”

  It took him a few seconds to get up the courage, but he made it. His coarse hands slid up and down her back until she said, “Stop.” She reached back and undid the clasp on her bra. “Now you can do it without running into anything.”

  It didn’t go as planned. Nitro didn’t continue rubbing her back. As soon as his hands landed on her back, he pulled her up to him the same way a man lifts a bouquet of flowers to smell them. He buried his nose in the corner of her neck and shoulder and exhaled.

  She held his head on her shoulder with both hands. She said, “My poor baby.”

  He didn’t speak and didn’t let go.

  Halah and John were still vertical in the middle of the room, each one afraid to end the embrace and lose the only thing that made them feel hope.

  John finally said, “We’re approaching this wrong. We’re in no danger here. Neither of us is going to die. When we go outside, that’s different. That doesn’t matter. We have to have some trust that the other one will be alive when we come home at night.”

  “You’re right. We’re not going to die tonight so let’s enjoy it.”

  They leaned apart and stopped touching then immediately come together like two magnets and wrapped their arms around each other.

  If it hadn’t been so desperate, it would have been comical. They didn’t leave their embrace for another twelve hours. When it was time to eat, Halah sat on John’s lap. When they watched television together, it was sideways on the bed with Halah spooning into John’s body. They slept on top of the bed, entwined in each other.

  It took Nitro an hour to get rid of his pain. Dalal had patience. She told him. “I don’t think I’m going to be without you for a very long time. We’re starting this off right. We’re dealing with your broken heart.”

  That was the first time Nitro kissed her. She kissed back. Nitro forgot the girl who’d dumped him.

  *****

  The men helped Dalal and Halah apply for visas to go to the United States. When that was accomplished, they had a double wedding and both applied for stateside positions. Nitro taught explosives at Quantico and John taught Farsi at Camp Pendleton.

  John and Halah never lost the need to touch each other and Nitro and Dalal supported each other emotionally for the rest of their lives.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 3 of 6

  Lucky Charm

  Dayton

  My alarm went off an hour before dawn, like it always did and I readied myself for another day on the ranch. Things had been great for the past few years and my business of raising cattle had been thriving. The ranch started with my parents of course, they just wanted a wide open space to raise a few chickens in the old south. When I got old enough; my father gave me the land he owned and I wanted to build a farm or something along those lines; I decided to get into cattle ranching, because of my childhood love of bull riding.

  I sipped my coffee while I walked over to the stables so I could get ready to go check on the herd. There were always a few stragglers who seemed to migrate away overnight, and sometimes the dogs couldn’t round them up on their own.

  “Yo Dayton! We got a doozy on our hands, hundreds from the whole damn herd migrated over to the neighboring farm. Someone left the gate open last night,” my brother yelled as he ran into the stables to get his horse ready. I cursed and went over to Ebony, my trusted black quarter horse; she was already alert and eager to go.

  “You excited to herd some cattle ain’t ya girl?” I patted her long neck and she huffed impatiently. She knew there was something up and wanted in on the fun. I got her saddled up and ready to go, then soon my brother and I were headed out to the pasture fields. One of the neighbor’s kids must have been playing on the gate that separated our land and left it open the night before.

  A few more guys joined us on their horses and the dogs were set free to follow us as we cleaned up the neighbor’s rye field of cows. I was gonna have hell to pay if those cows ate up all my neighbor’s rye. The fields were like oceans of tan colored grain. The plants swayed with the wind and revealed cow after cow hiding in the tall crops.

  “Lets round ‘em up boys!” I said.

  I got the guys in gear and we went around herding all the cows together and directing them back to the gates that were opened wide. Once we had all of them back on our side I went to find my neighbor Joe at his house. I tied Ebony up by the gate surrounding their house and went on over to the porch.

  “Dayton Fields! I see you guys rounded up all them cows finally. I thought they was gonna eat up all my rye!” John came out to the porch. He was a short portly guy who was born and raised on his rye farm.

  “There wasn’t too much damage John, but I am sorry they got out, you know cows can be tricky sometimes,” John waved off my apology.

  “Naw, my kids can be tricky that’s what. Those hooligans thought it’d be funny to let out your cows. They ain’t got no sense,” I laughed. I saw how that would have been a funny joke for a teenager.

  “Well, we got ‘em rounded up. Your kids livened what would have been a dull morning that’s for sure,” I chuckled. John and I exchanged a few more pleasantries before I headed back to my ranch with Ebony. The day went on normally after that, since it was summer we were doing our daily health checks on the cows. We had about two thousand head and checking each one was a chore in itself. It was good fulfilling work though, and I loved working with the animals. My entire crew did.

  My brother, Ben, called me over from leading a cow back to the rest of the herd. “Hey Dayton! Come and take a look at this!” I made sure the cow got back to the rest of them and then jogged over to the building where a couple of guys were standing around the old TV we had near some of the milling equipment.

  “Since when do y’all watch the news?” I scoffed, as I walked in and focused on what the gossip reel was saying.

  “This just came out this morning, a list of America’s most successful and wealthiest cowboys, number three being Georgia’s own Dayton Fields, of Fields Ranch in Burke County. In my opinion I’d say he’s the sexiest cowboy in the lot…” The gossip lady kept rambling on, and I rolled my eyes as the guys started hooting and hollering. They would never let me live that down, I just knew it.

  “Ain’t y’all supposed to be working? I mean what am I paying you for anyway?” I shooed them all away and we got back to work. The last thing I needed was a bunch of women lined up at my door. My mother would have a field day though; she’s been begging for grandchildren from either of her boys for years already.

  “Hey it isn’t all that bad, brother,” said Ben. “It means you won’t have such a bad time meeting chicks.” Ben waggled his eyebrows at me and I shoved his shoulder. “Hey you know I could capitalize on this also. People say we look exactly alike so the girls wouldn’t know the difference. My last name is Fields too,” Ben grinned from ear to ear and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  My brother and I were a year apart in age and we really did look exactly alike. We both were six-four, had the same muscular builds from working on the farm ever since we were able to carry a bale of hay. It was almost eerie sometimes, but we had the same green eyes and curly, sandy blonde hair. We looked almost exactly like our father when it came to our strong jaws and intense brows.

  “You can capitalize on it all you want, but in the meantime let’s focus on the farm,” I bumped his shoulder again. Ben grinned and went to go help move a few bales of hay that had been cut. I went to go and help do the health checks and wondered if it really was time to settle down with a woma
n.

  *****

  Ronnie

  As I pulled up to the Fields farm I wondered what the third wealthiest cowboy in the south was like. I had to do a profile on him, a feature in the local paper, and I had to admit I was a little nervous to meet him. I’ve seen pictures and he was hot like James Dean hot only with curly hair and green eyes. I had initially drove to his parents’ house and his mother had directed me back to the stables. She was a kind woman with soft blue eyes and an endearing smile. She got a kick out of her son being named an eligible bachelor on TV.

  There were a few huge buildings and a lot of land. I didn’t know which was which or where I would find Dayton Fields.

  “Excuse me ma’am? Are you lookin’ for someone?” I turned around and stared right up into the clear green eyes of Dayton Fields. He had the most charming old Georgian accent. He was wearing a tan cowboy hat and his curls peeked underneath it and framed his face beautifully. His green flannel work shirt brought out his eyes and the work jeans he wore fit him perfectly. He looked every inch the cowboy and I had to take a moment to collect my thoughts.

  “Yeah…Dayton Fields, I’m Rhonda Stanton, here from The Sentinel…for an interview?” Dayton smiled and he removed his hat to incline his head in greeting. Just like a southern gentleman.

  “Well you found him, I knew the Sentinel was sending someone over for an interview from their call last night, but I hadn’t been expecting you…” His smile was a little arrogant, though maybe he was trying to go for charming, I wasn’t sure. What did he mean by, he hadn’t been expecting me?

  “Um…okay then, do you have time now for the interview now?” I asked politely. Dayton nodded and he gestured me over to the horse stables where we sat on a bench outside. I took out the recorder from my bag and and also a notepad and pen to make note of anything he would get particularly interested in talking about.

  “Go ahead and ask me anything, I’m an open book,” Dayton grinned at me boyishly and I smiled. He was definitely a charmer, I took note of that on a fresh sheet of paper.

  “So can we start with you telling me about a normal day on the ranch for you, or a normal day in general? Hobbies included.”

  He ran his hands through his hair a bit nervously.

  “Well, any day on the ranch is slightly different from the last. You can never know if all the cows are in the pasture and if you might have to round up a few explorers. For instance, yesterday nearly three hundred of our cows got into the neighboring rye farm. We had a blast rounding them up, but it set us back half a day in health checks. Right now we’re combing through all two thousand cows to make sure they are in peak conditions,” Dayton wet his lips and then squinted against the sun in his eyes.

  “So on a normal day we either round up cattle, check them for any health issues if need be, we do pasture maintenance, cut hay and in the winter the cows begin to calve so we have to take care of them and the mothers,” Dayton’s responsibilities were impressive that was for sure, but he was almost bragging about all his duties. I definitely didn’t like his tone.

  “So what do you do as a pastime? You must have idle time on the weekends,” I prompted him, and he nodded again.

  “I bull ride in my free time. The rodeo is a crazy adrenaline rush and there’s nothing like the feeling you get when you’re trying to hold on to a bucking bull for dear life…or running from one. I’d say I dance with death every weekend,” Dayton grinned and reclined back against the wall with both hands folded casually behind his head. The pose came across as way too confident for my taste and I wondered if he was usually this arrogant or what.

  The rest of the interview was painful for me, as with every question he acted either entitled or like a know-it-all. It was a shame he couldn’t be handsome and humble. Maybe it was being named the third wealthiest cowboy that blew his head up out of proportion or something.

  “Well those are all the questions Mr. Fields, thank you for your time,” I stood and offered my hand for him to shake in parting.

  “So that’s it then?” Dayton looked like he wanted to ask me something more, but I was eager to just go write his feature then be done with him.

  “Yep, that’s…all I needed,” I said. I smiled politely and started to backtrack towards where I parked.

  “Well uh…okay then. I look forward to reading the feature in the paper tomorrow,” Dayton smiled a real smile, not that cocky grin, and it looked nice on him. I waved and then beat a quick retreat to my car. I wondered how I’d write the feature. I resolved to let a few other reporters in the office listen to the recording and ask if I should let Dayton’s tone of entitlement leak through the words.

  When I got back to the Sentinel and let a few co-workers hear the interview they all laughed.

  “The guy said, ‘I dance with death every weekend and I win’. That’s classic, you have to put that quote in the piece Ronnie, you have to,” I didn’t even realize when Dayton actually said it that he added that last bit in. He’d said it under his breath, but the recording caught it. My co-worker Danny was chortling with laughter as he begged me to put that line in the feature. I chuckled and went to write about Georgia’s own most eligible cowboy.

  *****

  Dayton

  The following day after Rhonda Stanton came to interview me I made sure to pick up the Sentinel. As I read through it with Ben I couldn’t have been more embarrassed.

  “Dude, did you really say that you dance with death and you win? Oh I am so not related to you. How arrogant could you possibly sound?” Ben let me have it for completely blowing the interview. Apparently my looking like an ass would affect his getting women by association.

  I couldn’t be mad at Rhonda though, she was only doing her job and wrote about me exactly as how I came off. I was trying to show off a little bit for her benefit; she was gorgeous and sexy and I wanted her the moment I saw her wandering around the ranch. She was wearing those skinny jeans that hugged her curves and showed off her perfect backside. She looked every bit the reporter though. She wore black Clark Kent glasses and had a white blouse on that completed her look. She had the perfect body and hourglass shape then when she turned around I was blown away. Her chocolate-colored skin was flawless and her face was the perfect heart shape. She had big brown eyes and curly black hair pulled into a ponytail. It was all natural too; I stared long enough to make sure. She even had a dimple in each cheek and the most incredible smile.

  I was an idiot trying to impress her, and I really couldn’t blame her for what she wrote. What I needed was to get in touch with her and ask her out. Reassure her that I wasn’t some arrogant asshole. I decided to call the Sentinel. Within an hour I had her work line and as I paced around my parents’ kitchen I waited for her to answer. I glanced at the time. It was midday. I hoped she wasn’t away at lunch.

  “This is Ronnie Stanton; how can I help you?” Rhonda’s breathy voice came across the line and I smiled, so she went by Ronnie.

  “Hello Ronnie, this is Dayton Fields.”

  There was a pause from the other line and she asked what she could do for me. “I assure you I’m not calling to complain about the piece Ronnie, I’m actually hoping I could explain myself. See I realize now that I came off in completely the wrong way yesterday…and it was only because I was trying to—well I was trying to impress you,” I waited for her response and took a seat at the kitchen table.

  “I’m a little taken aback. You were trying to impress me the entire time?” She sounded like she was skeptical.

  “I was, and I did a bad job of it obviously. I was hoping I could take you out for dinner tonight, if you’re not busy?” It was a Friday night so she probably did have plans. I hoped like hell that she didn’t though.

  “Um sure…yeah I don’t have any plans I guess.”

  I smiled practically ear to ear. We made arrangements for me to come and pick her up at her house around seven thirty, and then ended the call. I couldn’t help but get through the rest of my day with a stupid gr
in on my face. I made sure to show up a few minutes early for our date, and when I pulled up to Ronnie’s house I was surprised that it was so impressive.

  It had a brick façade and was in a higher-end neighborhood. I knew for a fact that reporters didn’t make money that would afford a house like that. I wondered who her family was and what they did for a living. I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. A minute later Ronnie was opening the door with a smile. She wore another pair of those tight jeans and heels to match her blush-colored blouse that dipped in the front, showing just enough cleavage.

  “Holy shit you look amazing,” I said, the words just tumbling from my mouth. If my mother were there she’d have slapped me over the head for greeting a lady like that. “I mean—I apologize, you look beautiful,” I chuckled nervously and Ronnie laughed out loud. The sound was musical.

  “It’s alright and thank you. You’re a little early so come in, I was just putting my earrings on,” Ronnie smiled at me and invited me in. Her place was just as nice inside as it was outside. It had a grand foyer with a curving staircase and I could see through to the living room on the right, past the stairs. On the left of the stairs was a hallway that led to the rest of the house. Ronnie stood in front of the end table next to the front doors that served as a place to put keys. She hooked in her dangling gold earrings and then grabbed her purse.

  “Okay I’m set. Let’s go,” she smiled and then we were out of the door. I led her to my truck and held the door open for her while she got in, then soon we were off to one of the best steak restaurants in the city.

  “So where are you taking me?” Ronnie looked at me expectantly and I smirked.

  “To one of the restaurants I sell beef to. They do a great steak.”

  Ronnie bit her lip and studied me a moment.

  “You raise cattle from birth and to their deaths. Does it ever get to you?” She had her reporter voice on and I smiled.