Mountain Billionaire

by Eva Luxe

  “Oh, my God,” I said. It fit perfectly, a large diamond set among smaller stones lined up along the silver band, all of which glittered as I moved my hand. “Of course, I’ll spend the rest of my life with you.”

  Brian stood up and hugged me. He held me against him.

  “I’m so glad to have you back,” he said.

  He pulled away and kissed me. His mouth was hot on mine, warmth radiating from his skin, creating a bubble around me against the weather. I ran my hands up his sides, and he squirmed, ticklish.

  His hands wrapped around my body and pulled me against him. I felt his erection in his pants and broke the kiss, looking at him.

  “For old time’s sake?” he asked.

  I knew what he was asking me. I nodded. We were going to have sex on the rock the way we lost our virginity to each other way back when.

  High Rock was secluded enough that we wouldn’t be spotted by anyone passing by, but the thrill of possibly being caught was still in the air. Brian kissed me again. He moved his hands, caressing my body, feeling me. He hands were on my ass, squeezing my cheeks before he slipped them around to my breasts and did the same. He spent more time on my breasts, squeezing, rubbing, kneading. My nipples were erect, straining against my bra.

  Brian kneeled and pulled me down onto the rock with him. He laid me on my back and half on top of me, his body pressed against mine so that his cock was pressed against my hip through his pants. He kissed me again. His hand was on my cheek, and he slowly slid it down my neck. The slow movement made me ache for more.

  His hand moved down my chest, his fingers lifted the dress, and he slipped his hand underneath the material. His fingers pushed into my bra, and he tugged on my nipple until I moaned.

  We were in public so we couldn’t get naked, but Brian was turning me on just as much without us removing our clothes.

  I reached down and rubbed him through his pants. His breathing sped up, and I knew I was doing it right. He moved his hips, grinding himself against my hand.

  I was wet. I could feel it pooling in my panties. As if Brian knew what I was thinking, he slid his hand up my leg, abandoning my breasts for now, and moved underneath my skirt.

  The night after prom, when we’d done it right here, I’d also been wearing a skirt. The coincidence was striking.

  I didn’t have a lot of time to think about that. Brian pulled my panties to the side and pushed his fingers into me. I made sure my dress was down over his hand so that it wasn’t too suspicious, but I couldn’t think straight.

  I gasped as he fingered me, his fingers fighting my panties as he probed me.

  I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth, and he tasted of lust and love.

  Brian made a growling sound at the back of his throat.

  “I can’t stand it anymore,” he said.

  He pulled my hand away from his cock and undid his own pants, pulling himself free. He didn’t pull down his jeans, only let himself out through his fly.

  He got onto me, his stiff cock bobbing with the movement. I pushed my hand into his pocket and found a condom. I had started the pill since condoms weren’t always safe, but I wouldn’t be safe for another two weeks, so we made sure we always had one handy. I made quick work of getting the condom out and onto his cock.

  He rolled onto me, moving in under my dress, and I opened my legs for him.

  Brian didn’t hesitate before he pushed into me, and I was so wet he slid in with ease. I gasped. No matter how often we did it, and we did it a lot lately, I would never get used to the size and the feel of him.

  Brian started moving, pushing in and pulling out. He looked around to check that we were alone, but the beach around us was deserted, and the rocks around us gave us enough cover.

  He bucked his hips harder. The rock was hard beneath my back, but I didn’t care. I was focused on Brian, his cock inside me, and the rhythm he built.

  We didn’t have time for positions and delaying orgasms. This was going to be a quickie. Brian pumped into me harder and harder, my legs spread wide on either side of him.

  An orgasm built inside of me, born out of the thrill of doing it here, the memories I had now, and Brian’s love for me. Heat filled me up, and it didn’t take long before I spilled over the edge, coming undone at the seams. I cried out, and a moment later, Brian released inside me.

  We came together, in sync, and my body tugged at his cock, milking him as it squeezed tightly around his shaft. I felt him jerk inside me. His body pressed down on mine, and I could feel his heart hammering against my own chest.

  We were both breathing hard. He looked me in the eyes, and what I saw there was love and nothing else.

  When he was done, he pulled out. I fixed my panties. He got rid of the condom, pushing it into the foil packet to discard later. When he zipped up, there was no proof that we had done anything other than our cheeks being flushed and our labored breathing.

  Brian helped me up and kissed me on the forehead. He held on tightly to me. This time, he wasn’t going to let me veer near the edge or let me go, even though I wasn’t drunk and nothing would happen to me again.

  He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you, too.”

  He smiled, and we made our way across the rocks back to where we had parked. We were getting married! And everything was perfect, the way I had always dreamed it would be.

  I couldn’t wait to plan the wedding. Lorraine would be my Maid of Honor, of course. Perhaps Lacey and Kina would want to be my bridesmaids. I’ve hung out with them a lot since cementing my relationship with Brian. And Liam would make the perfect little groomsman.

  I’d recently got in touch with my former best friend from high school, Breanna. She was happy to hear that I was all right, after I had cut her out of my life after the accident.

  I explained to her that I shouldn’t have done that but I was confused and it was easier to leave the past behind me. I hadn’t even known who she was. She understood, and said she couldn’t wait to see me. I hoped she would come to the wedding, as well as my parents of course, and my entire cheerleading team.

  This was going to be epic. The wedding of the century. Of course, being the bride to be, I would think that, but I bet everyone might agree with me, at least on my big day.

  Just like on that fateful night nearly six years ago, I felt like a princess. And I was about to feel like a queen, since I was marrying a guy fit to be king.

  When we got into the car, Brian looked at me. His eyes were still hungry, even though he’d come.

  “How about we take this further at home?” he asked.

  A shiver ran through my body. I nodded.

  “I’d love to.”

  Brian smiled, a look crossing his face. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what he was going to get. He pulled into the road, and we drove back home, ready to live the rest of our lives together.

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  Chapter 1 – Jacob

  I needed to get laid. I was on a mission tonight.

  Some might say I have been on a lot of missions lately: I had just hooked up with a girl last night, who had been super into me. After it was done, she asked me for my autograph, and I thought, if that’s all she wants after that blowjob she just gave me, that’s a pretty good deal for me.

  But tonight, I was on the prowl yet again. And I didn’t think anyone
could blame me. I hadn’t had an easy time of it lately, so I’d needed the release. I’d needed to find a random stranger to lose myself in for a little bit. Tonight, I need one bad. I just wasn’t sure I’d find one here.

  Batting Cage Sports Bar was exactly the kind of place I didn’t think any of the Florida Sharks football players would go for a night out. It wasn’t the nicest place I’ve been to—although the vibe was great and the alcohol was cheap—but Hanson and Brian insisted on going there.

  I didn’t really get a say though. Since I’d been traded from the San Antonio Bullriders back to the Sharks, I hadn’t been around the local nightclub scene much and didn’t know where else to suggest. So, Batting Cage it was.

  The place was overwhelmingly drab brown in color, with wooden tables and chairs with patent leather seats, raw brick walls, and television screens all around to watch whatever games were showing. Neon lights in the roof above the bar gave it a very distinct feel.

  But to my surprise, as soon as I sat down with the boys and we each had a beer in front of us, I began to feel glad that we had come to Batting Cage. We were among the public, the guys who came to watch our games, not the guys playing with or against us, and it made me feel normal for a change.

  God knew it had been a long time since I’d felt normal.

  I sipped my beer, slowly. We couldn’t get too drunk—we had training every day during the training season, and I had it worse than the others. I had been suspended for a full season, and my fitness wasn’t what it should have been. Getting suspended for your personal life becoming a public debacle makes you fucking despondent, which was exactly what I was.

  I had come to Miami hoping everything would be different. I had a bad name after I had assaulted another player during a game—what would you do if the other player told you he’d fucked your girlfriend?—and I’d been benched for the whole season. When it came time to get back into the game again, it had been easier for management to trade me off.

  Did I feel betrayed, rejected, replaced?

  Yes.

  But I got to come home. I had grown up just outside Miami. I’d studied at the University of Miami and played ball for them before the Bullriders had scouted me.

  Being back in Miami was supposed to feel better than it did, though. Instead of feeling like I was home again, I felt like an outsider, rejected by the team I was supposed to play with, shunned by all the football fans and without any friends left in the city after I’d been away for so long, and after everyone had branded me as a pariah for my past sins.

  I guess they expected me to come crawling back with my tail between my legs. But I wasn’t the crawling or begging type. I was more of the fist-pounding, “I am a successful football player, hear me roar” type.

  My stance had always been that my new teammates could take me—flaws and all—or leave me. So far, it seemed they had mostly chosen to leave me. Still, there was time for them to see the light.

  It was only training season. They had time to get to know me and love me before the real season started. Since people have told me I have a strange fucking charm about me, I was sure that my teammates would see it too. Not to mention that they’d see how I play on the field, which is like a total fucking legend.

  I looked at Brian and Hanson bantering back and forth over their beer. They were tight, and it was easy to tell. The two of them were the most well known duo on the team. The players all had friends, but I got the idea these two were really close outside of football as well. The kind of players that got together with their respective partners and had barbeques on weekends. Hanson was always talking about how much his wife Lacey loved Brian’s fiancée, Sadie.

  Although Brian and Hanson were good friends and seemed nice enough to me compared to other guys on the team, I wasn’t sure I could trust them. They’d invited me out, which was cool, but I still didn’t know where I stood with them. I didn’t know where I stood with any of them, and even sitting here, I didn’t feel like I was part of their team, part of their little party, part of anything at all.

  But I knew that if I was going to have any success—not to mention fun— continuing to play pro football, I’d have to make Brian, Hanson, and the whole team like me. And I had a feeling I could do it, too.

  “What do you think of the team so far?” Brian asked me.

  He was a running back and one of the star players of the team. Hanson was the quarterback.

  I nodded, taking a sip of my beer to give me a chance to think about it. I didn’t want to say something terrible to two of the most dedicated players on the team, but the truth was I didn’t feel like I fit in yet, and that made me uncomfortable.

  “It’s a great team, of course, and I’m so honored to be part of a team with statistics as good as the Sharks.”

  Hanson chuckled. “That’s a very diplomatic answer,” he said. “You having any trouble with the players on the team?”

  I shrugged. He’d seen right through me.

  “Not in particular,” I told him, truthfully. “But in general, well, I sense that no one much likes me, which is understandable at this point. I just need some time. To show everyone who I am and what I can do.”

  Hanson and Brian both nodded back at me.

  “I can tell you now,” Hanson said, “when your image takes a dip, the team turns away from you. It’s very hypocritical because we’ve all had bad press at one point or another, but it’s how it is. You just keep on keeping on, and you’ll be fine. Trust me.”

  “Yeah,” Brian added. “We’ve both had issues, and they were both about women. You’re lucky it’s not as complicated for you.”

  I took another sip of my beer and only nodded instead of answering. I didn’t want them to know the full story, that all the drama with the assault charge and the terrible violence on the field—something I’d done because I’d been defending my girlfriend at the time—had been grounded in the truth. She had fucked someone else while we were dating. And it had been that player.

  He hadn’t only gotten into my head, he’d gotten into Marisa’s pants as well.

  Go fucking figure.

  “Lacey was here to straighten me out,” Hanson said. “And the more she tried to fix me, the more trouble I got into. At some point, I thought I was going to lose everything because of women.”

  Brian nodded. “And now, they’re married, and they have a little boy together. It will turn around, trust me.”

  I smiled at them. “Thanks, guys.”

  I had to be polite, but I didn’t like talking about the women in their life. I knew, in general, what their scandals had been about. I’d read about that in the tabloids, just like everyone else.

  But I didn’t like talking about women. I had lost Marisa, not because I was a dick but because she had decided to find someone else’s. Not only had that resulted in my heart being ripped to shreds, but my image had been fucked and my career had been dented so badly, I didn’t know how much was left to save.

  I was happy that the guys were happy, obviously. Everyone deserves to be happy in love. But I wasn’t that guy. All I wanted was to fuck and be done with it.

  Speaking of which, I spotted a hottie at the bar. She kept glancing my direction. She had long, blond hair—impossibly long—and her eyes were a fresh green. I could imagine what it would feel like to have that hair fan all over my chest while she rode my cock, or to see those green eyes look up at me with her lips around it.

  She was curvy as hell—just like I like them—and I continued my fantasy, thinking about grabbing her hips and watching her ass bump up and down on my lap while I fucked her pussy until she was calling out my name. I was thinking the dirtiest thoughts about her that I possibly could. I was straight up objectifying her. But judging by the skirt she was wearing—something so short it could be a belt—and a top that showed more than enough cleavage, I was guessing she wasn’t exactly trying to win someone over with her personality.

  I couldn’t help but think she looked familiar. Where d
id I know her from? I figured she might be a rabid fan, following the team around to see where we hung out off hours. All the better, then. She’d be down to fuck.

  “Excuse me, guys,” I said. “I’m going to the bar.”

  Brian glanced at me and nodded. Hanson glanced over his shoulder and grinned. I’m glad they weren’t going to judge me. Now that they had both settled down, the only field they played was the football one. But I had an ocean full of fishes to catch.

  The girls in Miami were fine as hell—some of the cutest I’d seen anywhere—so I planned to continue catching and releasing them for the rest of my life, and not get tied down like Brian and Hanson did. I had had my shot at love, and hated myself for taking it, since it wasn’t worth the risk. I didn’t plan to make that mistake again, that was for sure.

  All I planned to do when it came to women was fuck them and forget them. And next up was this hottie who was ripe for the taking and sending me all the right signals.

  Hopefully she wouldn’t be too clingy afterwards. I fucking hated that. I just wanted to rip her clothes off, have my way with her, and never see her again.

  That was my standard MO, and I was about to implement it. Just like I was about to fuck this hot chick until she was weak in her knees, which I couldn’t help but notice were just as cute as the rest of her.

  Chapter 2 – Kina

  You’ll never guess where I am, I texted Lacey, my BFF since forever.

  You went out without me? She immediately texted back.

  You’re welcome to join me. To commiserate with me, actually. Tess dragged me out to a sports bar. She says it’s where all the guys are, so we should join them. But I’d prefer a girls’ night with you!

  Her response came in pretty quickly. I wish! Hanson is out with Brian so I’m at home in my PJs with Liam.

  “Awww, man,” I said, turning to my friend Tess and showing her Lacey’s text. Tess had been my friend for a while and she knew Lacey; sometimes we hung out all together but it’s harder now that Lacey had Liam. “The perks of motherhood.”

  “And the benefits of being single,” Tess added.