Billionaire's Vegas Triplet Babies (A Billionaire's Baby Romance)

by Ella Brooke

  A blush colored her cheeks and ears, bringing them to a delicious and tempting shade of pink. “I just feel torn. I’m not really that kind of girl.”

  “But?” We passed from the main part of the cabin into the bedroom. It wasn’t as big as it would have been in a house, of course, but it still had a king-sized bed we could walk around, and they were covered in the most exquisite silk sheets. I’d picked them out myself. “You still seem eager.”

  “I think it’s you,” she said, licking her lips. “I do things with you that I never would have imagined before. I do things that I never could. You ask, and it’s like I’m inspired to try. Maybe that makes me a bad girl—”

  I reached up and stroked her chin. “Correction, darling. That makes you the perfect girl. I want you to know that there’s something between us, some spark that I’ve rarely felt with anyone. You make me want to dream up anything and everything to do with you. It’s not often that happens to me.”

  She sighed, her eyes dimming a bit. “So, you’re trying to say that I’m not just another name in the rolodex, another person you might forget in the morning.”

  My heart twisted at that. There’d been times since Penelope and before Bella’s betrayal where I barely recalled the names of the women I’d fucked. Where I’d been miming my brother’s steps and just chocking up names on a bed post. But no, Savannah would never be one of those names, she’d always mean more to me. She had to understand that.

  Kissing her deeply, plumbing the depths of her wet, hot mouth with my tongue, I promised her with my body how special she was to me. Then, I said it too. “I don’t just take any woman to Paris, Savannah. I don’t know where all this is going, and I can’t promise things. I don’t always know what tomorrow brings, especially when I’m dealing with Ian’s trauma and problems processing his mother’s death. Life’s complicated. I just know that we have something special—I can feel it. And I’m going to fight for it too. Are you?”

  She nodded, and her talented fingers stroked over my chest. “I am. I just don’t want you to think I’m that girl.”

  I grinned. “Siren, I know those types of girls, and you’re not like them. I know someone special when I meet her. Trust in that, and trust in me.”

  She bit her lip so hard that I feared she’d draw blood. “I’ll try. It’s just so hard.”

  I smirked at her, deciding the best way would be to disarm her with a bit of playfulness. “You know what else is hard?” Shutting the door behind us, I took one of her tiny, delicate hands in mine and brought it down over the bulge in my pants. God, she had to understand how badly she affected me, how damn hot she made me feel. How fucking thirsty. “I want you, siren, and only you.”

  That blush was creeping down over her neck. “I want you too, Ryker.”

  “Then what are we going to do about it?”

  “Anything…everything,” she stammered. “What did you have in mind?”

  Grinning, I pulled back from her long enough to shuck off my shirt and unbuckle my pants. My slacks fell to the floor, and I stepped over them. Underneath, I’d gone commando—and, yes, I’d definitely been counting on an aboard plane seduction—and my cock sprung free. My hand found it soon after, stroking it to an even tighter erection. I wanted her, wanted to be in her as I hadn’t yet, but I had a few other ideas first. Savannah was a goddess, built for fantasies, and she’d more than fulfilled some of my nightly ones.

  “I want you to suck me off, siren.”

  Her eyes were wide again, but she swallowed hard and couldn’t stop staring at my dick. Her breathing was shallower, more rapid, and I knew she was as thirsty, as ready to fuck as I was. “I can do that.” She tried getting to her knees in the tight confines of the bedroom and frowned as she stumbled. “Or maybe not?”

  “The bed.” I strode across the narrow expanse and pulled off the comforter even as she slid off her dress.

  Underneath, my siren had worn a lacy number of matching pink panties and a low cut bra. It was far from scandalous, but it was cute, these attempts to be the siren she already was. Savannah’s body—with curves in all the right places—was already so fucking hot that she didn’t need anything added to it. Sure, whether it was the lacy number she wore now or her burlesque corset as the Green Fairy, what she wore didn’t hurt anything, but there was a sexiness inside of her that would have come through even if she wore an old white tee down to her knees.

  Hmm, on second thought. I’d have to get her to wear one of my undershirts some time. I bet she’d be fucking glorious in one of them.

  I didn’t think it was possible, but even as I laid down on the exposed sheets, blood rushed faster to my engorged cock. I’d rarely been so hard in my life, and it was all for my siren. All for her.

  “I’m going to give you all the access you need, darling, and you just have to use your imagination. Does that sound good for you?”

  She nodded and slid off her bra and panties too. God, my dick felt like it was hard enough to pound nails just at the sight of her. Her olive-colored skin was unblemished and ran smoothly over her curves. Her breasts were perfect, rounded mounds I couldn’t wait to get in my hands with the dusty rose peaks of her nipples erect, at attention, and begging to be touched. And all of her perfection led to that small thatch of curls at the top of her legs that matched her long, dark hair.

  “You’re a goddess, did you know that, Savannah?” The words out of my mouth were hoarse, seemed to barely tear themselves from my throat. I was having such a hard time talking.

  She shook her head. “I’m a performer. I’m whatever the men on stage want me to be, whoever they imagine I am. Trust me, the lack of luck I’ve had with guys? I’m the last woman on earth that anyone would call a goddess.”

  I shook my head. Silently, I vowed to beat to a pulp whatever bastard had left her feeling this insecure. A woman like Savannah, if she were this shy…it could only mean one thing. Some douchebag had broken her heart, stomped it to nothing. Oh yeah, that dick was going to pay. Preferably slowly.

  “You are one though, siren. You have me at your mercy, and truly, few women have ever been able to say that.”

  She nodded, but the tense posture in her shoulders still hung there. I couldn’t help her with all her confidence issues in one night or in one good fuck, but if she’d let me, I’d spend years reminding her that she was more than she thought. Better than she assumed.

  “So, would you like to taste me, siren?”

  Savannah giggled a little, the serious mood finally broken. “I think I’ve always wanted to, since the moment I danced for you.”

  “Then prove it, darling.”

  She crawled across the bed, arching her back as she did so. I didn’t know if it was part of her dancer nature and skill, or if it was just her…that natural sexiness she didn’t even believe in, but when she slinked across the bed, Savannah resembled a jungle cat out on the prowl. She was the huntress, and I was gladly about to be her prey.

  Moving her legs around once her hips came even with mine, Savannah straddled me. The weight of her was a reassurance that all of this was real, that our encounter was actually happening, just like the sweat dripping down the curve of her breast and the scent of both her and her strawberry shampoo. No more fantasies. All the reality was coming through now.

  She readjusted herself on her hands and knees—a perfect supplicant for me—and brought her lips close to my cock. Even the hint of her warm, teasing breath on my dick made me arch my back and moan. God, she did that to me every time, forced me to think of business figures or sports stats just to last long enough with her. Every time Savannah came near me, I wanted to come for her.

  She licked her lips one more time and then opened her mouth wide. Engulfing my cock with her hot little mouth, Savannah arched her neck back. One thrust. Two. Soon she had her rhythm where her tongue was rolling over my sensitive head and my body was thrumming as if electrical current had been charged through it. She grabbed my balls, heavy with need, between her f
ingers and began to stroke them. Hell, soon she was working each one with a dexterity and skill that blew my mind.

  My little siren was more than just a gorgeous goddess; she was a sexual one too.

  Her tongue flicked devilishly against the swollen head of my cock, and I almost lost it right there. I dug my hands into the sheets and bucked my hips. “More, darling. Give me more.”

  She nodded and, while she couldn’t speak, her brown eyes and the mischief that shone there told me all I needed to know. Savannah twirled my balls in her fingers and then sucked my cock so hard I couldn’t hold back anymore. The electricity that had arced through me was now a swirling storm, like I’d been struck by fucking lightening. I came then, pouring my cum into her mouth, and was impressed with how eagerly she drank it down, how ready she was to take me with her mouth.

  It took what felt like hours to finish, like she’d tripped something with her routine and I could have come forever, been sizzling like that the whole time with the electricity taking me with it.

  When I finally settled down on the bed, she’d already scurried into the bathroom and washed off and then slipped on one of the spare white robes there. Savannah slid into the room and soon under the sheet with me. Shifting to my side, I brought her tightly against my chest and kissed her cheek.

  “No, darling, you need to never doubt you’re a goddess. Not now, not ever again.”

  She yawned and curled up tighter to me as I traced patterns on her back. “Well, you’re right about one thing at least.”

  “That you’re amazing?”

  She sighed a little before answering. “Maybe.”

  “Oh, I fucking well know you are, darling. And extra emphasis on the fucking part.”

  My siren chuckled. “Nah, just that I’m tired now, and you know what?”

  “What?”

  “I think I like flying.”

  Chapter Eight

  Savannah

  Paris stretched out for me with the Seine, the park, all of the beautiful cafes lit up before me against the night. We’d climbed up the winding staircase and through the iron works of the real Eiffel Tower. Now, I was like a kid with their nose up against a pet shop looking eagerly at the new puppies. I was doing the same thing, pressing myself as close to the wire rimming as I could and gripping the thin metal bars in my hand. I got why they had to put those up there. People would get obsessed with selfies and go just too far for the right picture and then slip off. Personally, I wanted to press as far as I could to take in the full panoramic view.

  I’d never seen anything like it. The imitation at the Parisian had been just that: an imitation. The view stretching out before me was probably one of the seven wonders of the world or something like it, and I couldn’t stop looking at the way the lights twinkled all around us as Paris spanned out before us, beckoning us farther into the night.

  We’d already spent the day seeing museums and then eaten dinner in a divine Parisian restaurant with food so fancy I couldn’t even pronounce the names. Then, after, we’d come here, and I was taking in a view I’d only seen in movies, one that practically had me crying.

  “Are you okay, darling?” he asked, and I loved how on our trip his scruff had become its own beard, that dark hair so tempting I almost wanted to lick it.

  I leaned against him and let the breeze blow my hair back over my shoulders. “I never thought I’d see anything like this. I…before I was even in that off-off the strip show, it was so hard.”

  He stiffened beside me. “What kind of things did you have to do before that?”

  I shook my head. “I never did anything with stripping, uh, more than the burlesque numbers now. I know a lot of women in the city, they turn to prostitution or stripping in rundown gentlemen’s clubs. Ugh, stupid name even, ‘gentlemen’s clubs.’ Like that’s what they are.”

  “Then?”

  “When it was really hard to make ends meet when I first got legal custody of Mary, I’d work double shifts as a waitress at an all-you-could-eat buffet part of a casino. So many like lobster tails and crabs legs they’d give away, but in the desert heat, taking it to the dumpster? That stuff reeked.”

  He wrapped an arm tightly around me. “I know what you mean.”

  “You do?”

  “Before we hit it big, we were just guys who’d graduated from an engineering school in a fuck ton of debt. We had loans due and were scrambling like anyone else. I was a member of the Nerd Herd at a big box store. It sucked.”

  I laughed, trying to imagine the Ryker Eden in khakis and a forest green golf shirt. “You? You were Nerd Herd on call?”

  “Well, it’s not as glamorous as taking out the day-old crab leg scraps, but a guy manages,” he said, pulling me around to face him. He winked at me, those blue eyes as hypnotizing as always. “It’s amazing how hard you’ve worked to take care of your sister.”

  “I didn’t have a choice. Now she is pretty independent, but it takes everything we have to keep the household we have going. Vegas is so fucking expensive, but we both love it here. It’s the only city we’ve ever known.”

  “And if you lose the Green Fairy job?”

  “I have an aunt on my dad’s side. We get the occasional Christmas card from her. She’s in Manhattan. I dunno if she’d help us if things ever went that far south, but I need my job. You can see why this trip—as awesome as it is—has to be the end. There’s no way we can make it if that dickhead Alan fires me.”

  “I said I can take care of Alan.”

  “How?” I asked. “You don’t know people who can like make him disappear, do you?” I smirked. “Not that half the cast and most of Vegas wouldn’t cheer you on for that.”

  He stroked my hair, and I leaned back, relishing the feel of his fingers in my locks. That hint of cinnamon and his aftershave wafted through the air, and I felt safe. For so long, even with Samson, I’d never let my guard down. I could feel all the walls I’d had up for so long crumbling, and it both terrified and thrilled me. I wasn’t sure I could trust anyone, but I wanted to so badly with Ryker. Wanted him to be different from anyone else.

  “I’m not that type of dick who always flashes his name and net worth around, but I also am going to fight for you. If I have to help grease Alan’s palms or do a donation to the theater for renovations…whatever it takes, then I’m not going to let you just be forced out of my life.”

  “I’m not someone you can buy.” My palms were sweating, and my voice came out more like a growl than I’d intended. “I don’t like the idea of you bribing someone for me.”

  “I don’t like the idea of someone controlling your whole life over a contract you signed that obviously didn’t include your love life.” He stroked my chin and kissed me. His beard scratched my chin, but I loved the feel of it, that rough edge to him that promised more. It was so Ryker to have that wild edge.

  “But I’m not someone who just takes free rides and favors either. I’ve taken care of myself for ten years. I just…I’m not some princess you put on a pedestal either.”

  He chuckled low and loudly. “I wouldn’t dream of it, siren. You’re tough, but I’m not walking away from you or from us. So, Alan and I will be having a talk over all of it.”

  I didn’t know what I wanted. Even with the beauty of Paris around me, even with the lights twinkling and the divine food full in my belly…all the types of things I’d daydreamed about, I didn’t think I could just let Ryker give me everything on a silver platter. If he could simply talk to Alan and convince him man-to-man, that would be great. But I couldn’t take charity. It was too scary, too much like being a kept woman.

  I’d relied on Samson before, and he’d ruined everything.

  “I will fight for you, Savannah. Never doubt that.”

  “I don’t…I just…let’s talk about it tomorrow or on the way back to Vegas. Tonight, I think you have a whole city to show me.”

  ***

  I was tipsy by the time we made it back to Chambre Supérieure at Le Bristol.
My head was spinning from too much fine champagne and the utter sexiness that Ryker exuded with every step and every word. After the Eiffel Tower, we’d gone to a few clubs and danced. His body pressed against mine, his hips pressing into mine…all of it had felt like heaven on earth. It was a prelude to everything else I wanted. Tonight, I was sure, and I was utterly ready to give myself to him.

  The bright blue flowers on the bedspread and the crisp, white curtains made me giggle. “I get it’s fancy and very old, but somehow this gives it all a grandma vibe.”

  “I’ll be sure and not tell the concierge that their decorating choices didn’t please the Americans.” Ryker winked at me. “You know, it’s nice if you’re in the mood for a bit of tea and knitting and probably own like eight cats.”

  “Probably,” I said, flopping down onto the bed. “But the mattress is comfy as hell. I have to give them credit for it.” I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, my eyes half-lidded in my lust and need. “I want you, Ryker. If you can’t fix everything with Alan…if this week is all we do have, then I want all of you.”

  “I thought you’d never ask, darling.”

  I licked my lips as I sat up and slipped off the red silk dress he’d bought for me in Paris for our date. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. After all, I’d been inspired by his own commando style earlier. Besides, I’d hoped he’d have noticed earlier while climbing the stairs to the Eiffel Tower, that he’d have realized how wild he made me.

  How different I felt around him, even if it was hard to trust all of this.

  I’d fallen hard once before, and I’d barely been able to put the pieces back together afterwards. But I had now, and I had that story I was going to be able to hold onto forever and the billionaire I’d met and had a whirlwind romance. It would have to be enough. A night like tonight would have to be everything.

  Ryker shook his head and raked a hand through his hair. “Well, I didn’t know you had it in you, siren. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but you have to know that everything you’ve got right now is for my eyes only.” He maneuvered out of his own clothes with fluid grace and speed. Then he went to the bedside table and pulled out the condoms he must have put there earlier. “Everything about you is mine.”