Quartet Complete Series: Billionaire Romance Box Set (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Michelle Love

  Kym turned slightly, wanting to see his face, to kiss him but his hands were strong. ‘No,’ he said and pressed her against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. His foot pressed hers apart and then his cock was nudging at her cunt. Roman thrust into her from behind and Kym moaned, her belly to the cold tile, her head half turned, her eyes closed as Roman reached around and began to finger her clit as he fucked her. The cool water ran over her skin, which felt like it was on fire as Roman took her. He forced her arms up above her head, lacing his fingers with hers flat against the wall. Kym pushed her ass out so he could thrust deeper, felt how wet she was, how she was responding as she heard his triumphant hiss of ‘yes…’.

  God, the size of him, the feel of that cock filling her – she squeezed her vaginal muscles onto him, heard him groan.

  ‘Faster,’ she urged, every nerve ending in her body sparking and Roman complied, thrusting his hips into her buttocks, slamming her against the bathroom wall. Kym threw head back, and somehow he managed to kiss her mouth. ‘Come in me, Roman, fill me….’

  With a roar, Roman drove himself into as his cock shot hot semen deep into her womb, her hips ramming against the wall as his body jerked violently. Kym felt the warm rush of orgasm slam through her and she cried out, saying his name over and over…

  They caught their breath as Roman pulled out of her and they stood together, letting the water rush over them and cool their hot bodies. Roman bent his head and kissed her so tenderly, she wanted to cry. Hard fucking she could cope with but when it came to tenderness…

  ‘Wait,’ she said with a smile and dropping to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth. The silky skin of it, the sensitive tip, she teased and caressed it all with her tongue, enjoying Roman’s grunts and moans. The salty tang of his pre-cum hit her mouth but as she moved to finish him, he suddenly pulled her up. He ground his mouth on hers as he lifted her leg by the knee and pushed inside her again. The sensation made her weak and she wobbled, leaning against him for support. He pulled her up into his arms and stepped out of the shower cubicle, laying her down on the floor and moving his body over hers, thrusting hard, his eyes never leaving her face. Kym stroked her fingertips over his face.

  ‘Roman Ford, who would have thought it…oh…god…yes…yes…’

  Kym balanced the pizza boxes on her hip and tipped the delivery guy. ‘Thanks, dude.’

  As she shut the door, Roman came out of the bedroom, towel-drying his hair roughly, shirtless in just his blue jeans. Kym let her eyes roam over that broad chest with the fine coat of hair, the wide shoulders, and the thickly muscled arms. Roman grinned at her blatant lusting.

  ‘Should I go put a shirt on?’

  ‘Hell, no,’ she laughed apologetically, ‘In fact, you shouldn’t ever have a shirt on.’

  They settled on the couch, grabbing slices from the boxes. ‘That would make for interesting meetings,’ Roman said, his mouth full.

  ‘So how, may I ask, did a guy like you end up as an accountant?’ Kym wiggled her eyebrows teasingly at him. He took the ribbing with a smile.

  ‘Actually, I was an Economics major to begin with, then swapped to law. Tax law, to be honest, is nobodies dream job but it pays well. In my case, very well. When Tom came to me about Quartet, I was lucky enough to walk away from that life. But I still love numbers; I love the beauty of them, the infinite possibilities. So I volunteered myself to be the Finance guy of the company. I know it was a relief to Tom – his dream was always to find new bands, mentor them. When he found you guys – god, what was it two years ago now? – he hit the mother load. That’s what he told me and you could see it in his eyes.’

  Kym was surprised that she could listen to him talk about the band and it didn’t hurt quite so much. ‘How about you?’

  ‘I was happy for my friend. Tom is the best man I’ve ever known. Even better than…never mind but yes, I was excited because he was. When I met you all, I could see it shining out of all three of you. Thrilling.’

  Kym blushed, picking at the topping of her pizza. ‘Did you…?’

  Roman grinned, catching on. ‘Yes…I wanted you from the moment I met you but you were with…another situation, shall we say. Then when everything happened, I got mad. Because I could see the devastation in Tom’s eyes. I saw Bay in agonizing pain. For months.’ Kym flinched and he put his pizza down and took her hand.

  ‘Kym, it’s hard to hear, I know. But I cannot whitewash this for you because running away from it doesn’t help you accept it. Believe me, I know, I…anyway.’

  Kym sensed he had been about to tell her something. ‘Roman…if we mean anything to each other, let’s start by telling the truth. Quid pro quo if you like.’

  Roman chuckled. ‘I’m game…but you first.’

  Kym took another bite of pizza before she answered. ‘Bay and I have talked. On the phone. Twice. The second time was just before you came over.’

  The look on Roman’s face was comical and she grinned, her mouth stuffed with pizza. He smiled but narrowed his eyes at her.

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Really.’

  Roman shook his head and laughed. ‘Well, damn, that’s great news. Just great.’

  ‘You sound like John Boy Walton. ‘Well, howdy, Grandma, you sure is looking purty today’.’

  Roman grinned. ‘Quiet, woman, I’m being supportive. How was it?’

  Kym nodded. ‘Good. Emotional but good. Baby steps.’

  Roman picked up his beer and toasted her. ‘Well, proud of you.’

  ‘Gee, thanks, Dad.’

  Roman choked on his beer. ‘You really have a smart mouth, you know that?’

  ‘As a matter of fact, I do. Stop prevaricating, your turn.’

  Roman sighed. ‘What do you want to know?’

  Who are you staying with? Who do you care for? Kym chickened out. ‘Why aren’t you married?’

  ‘That’s it, that’s your question?’

  ‘Dude, look, you’re hot. You’re hot, you’re rich…they should be flocking.’

  ‘You’re very harsh on the morals of your gender.’

  ‘Did I say that they were flocks of women?’

  ‘Touché. I just never…it’s not something I aspire to, put it like that. My parents were divorced pretty young, and not entirely amicably. Otis and I always grew up thinking we’d rather just avoid it, be with someone because we wanted to be there, not out of anything but love and choice.’

  ‘I get that. I feel the same, actually. Piece of paper doesn’t make a partnership.’

  ‘True, although Otis seems to have changed his mind about that. He and Shae got married on a whim the other day.’

  ‘No way. Huh.’ Kym thought back to the few times she’d met Roman’s twin brother and the gorgeous African-American doctor he had fallen for. ‘Good for them.’

  Falling silent, Kym thought back to her own parent’s marriage – oh, they said they were in love but neither was faithful from the moment the ink on the marriage certificate was dry. Roman was studying her.

  ‘You thinking about your folks?’

  She nodded. ‘Oh, you’ll like this. My mom offered herself up as my replacement in the band. Or maybe you don’t like this,’ seeing his face turn red. ‘Dude, it’s okay.’

  ‘Damn well isn’t.’ He got out his phone but Kym whisked it away from him. ‘Kym, come on.’

  ‘You. Are. On. Sabbatical.’ She kissed him between each word. ‘And we’re having dinner, so chill.’

  Roman gave it up. ‘Fine.’ He picked up her hand and idly started to interweave his fingers with hers, obviously deep in thought. Kym grabbed another slice. ‘Wanna watch a movie?’

  Roman smiled, relaxing back on the couch. ‘Sure.’

  So far, so good. In the studio, Charlie had just delivered a superb guitar line for the song they were writing and now Pete was laying down some drums. Bay was finally using the black Yamaha for her piano riff but as he watched her now, Tom couldn’t help but notice she seemed stressed. Her should
ers were tense, her body stiff and her eyes were red.

  This morning, she had been up before him, buzzing with energy, waking him up for some pretty athletic sex for that time of the morning, he grinned to himself. But that was the problem. Bay only ever seemed happy now when they were fucking – and it was fucking. Making love was a lot different, he noted, and they hadn’t done that for a while. Now it was all experimentation, BDSM, and marathon sex all night long.

  He knew he shouldn’t be bothered but he was. He wanted his Bay back, the sweet, erotic, sensual creature he had fallen in love with – not this angry, hurt woman who treated sex as a punishment. It wasn’t the actual sex…that was still great and he loved to experiment with her…it was the rage he felt in her as they fucked. Contrarily, as they grew closer physically, emotionally Bay seemed to be drifting away.

  You could be reading too much into this, he told himself, after all, you’d look tense after a day in the studio with Charlie Clayton.

  He looked over at Emily, who sat beside him at the mixing desk. ‘You still think this was a good idea?’

  Emily huffed out a sigh. ‘I’m wavering. What a nightmare she is. No wonder Pete and Bay look like they’re ready to kill.’

  Tom chuckled. ‘Yep. Well, it’s sounding good despite everything. Do you think I should pull them out now, finish another day?’

  Emily’s mouth twisted. ‘I wouldn’t. Let them finish today them they only have to put up with her on the press junkets.’

  Tom hid a smile. ‘You going with them?’ he asked innocently and was rewarded by Emily giving him the finger.

  ‘Now, Charlie knows this is one –off, right? She’s not under the impression she can parley this into a permanent thing?’

  ‘Bay made it very clear, many, many times. Whether it got through, who can say? Looks like they’re done.’

  Tom opened the door to the studio. ‘You guys through.’

  Bay looked up and him and gave him a tired smile. ‘As good as. I’ll come in with Zack on Saturday to mix.’

  ‘You know if you don’t want to, I could always do it. I’ve had years of – ‘

  ‘No, thanks. I need the practice,’ Bay interrupted Charlie just as she saw the older woman was about to go on another brag-fest. She exchanged a look with Pete who nodded.

  ‘So we’ll see you next at…’ He trailed off and looked to Emily.

  ‘Good Morning America, in two weeks.’

  ‘Oh, yummy, Matt Lauer.’

  ‘That’s the Today show; GMA is Robin Roberts and George Stephanopoulos. Yep, so we have a showcase to officially released the single then, the cover artwork is done, we – ‘

  ‘Wait,’ Bay flashed an annoyed look in Charlie’s direction as she interrupted Emily again. ‘We haven’t had a photo shoot.’

  Emily smiled. ‘We don’t need one. Because this is a one-off, they can use stills from the performances and appearances.’

  Charlie looked crestfallen. Pete cleared his throat. ‘Well, kids, it’s been a blast but I’ve got a hot bar owner to get home to.’

  Bay gave a growl as she sat back in the passenger seat of the Mercedes. ‘Thank god that day is over. Never again. Is it wrong that I kind of hope this single flops?’

  Tom laughed but gave her an admonishing look. ‘Seriously, you have no business sense.’

  She stuck her tongue out at him. ‘I know. God, oh to be back on Otis’s island again.’

  ‘You know we can go whenever you want.’

  ‘Yeah…Tom?’

  ‘Babe.’

  ‘I think I may need to talk to someone.’

  Tom signaled to the other lane then pulled the car into a parking area. He turned to her. ‘I think that might be a good idea.’

  Bay nodded. ‘I thought I was over it, that since Stu went to jail I could move on. But there’s a block, something and however much I try to move past it, I can’t. I’ve tried,’ – she grinned then – ‘distracting myself with sex.’

  ‘I’ve noticed,’ Tom said with a wry grin, ‘You’ve worn this old man out.’

  Bay laughed, her whole body relaxing. ‘It’s been pretty good, though.’

  He leaned over and kissed her. ‘The actual sex had been very good. It’s just I’d rather be having it with my Bay, not angry she-hulk Bay.’

  Bay nodded. ‘I get it and I’m sorry. I’ll work on it, I promise.’

  ‘Don’t apologize. Let’s go home and practice some….sexy she-hulk Bay sex.’

  Bay made a weird sound and he looked at her askance. ‘What was that?’

  ‘Sexy She-Hulk roar.’

  ‘That was Chewbacca.’

  ‘Okay, Sexy Lady Chewbacca roar.’

  Tom laughed. ‘God, you are a lunatic.’

  ‘Home, Han Solo.’

  Tom shook his head, laughing. ‘Nerd. I fell in love with a nerd…’ but he put his foot on the gas and hurried them both home.

  ***

  At midnight the movie ended and Kym sat up, out of his arms, and looked at him. ‘Can you stay? Do you want to stay?’

  Roman looked at her and she couldn’t read the expression in his eyes. ‘I want to but I…’

  ‘I tell you what,’ Kym said, steeling herself. ‘I’m going to go to bed. You can either call whomever you need to, tell them whatever and stay; or you can go. Entirely up to you, no harm no foul.’

  She kissed his mouth, savoring the coolness of his lips and got up, walking into her bedroom. As she crawled under the cover, her ears were pinned on the sound coming from the living room. She couldn’t hear him talking to anyone.

  Damn. Damn it. She squeezed her eyes shut and told herself to fall asleep. He was obviously going home.

  So it was with surprised delight when she felt the bed dip and his body slip under the covers, pulling her next to him. She turned over to face him, smiling.

  ‘You stayed,’ she whispered as he bent his head to kiss her. He rubbed his nose against hers.

  ‘I stayed, Kymberly,’ he replied and then their limbs were tangling and they began to make love…

  Dada? Can we have some candy? The tall, dark haired man smiled. For someone who’s so fussy about what he eats, Roman my lad, you can sure put away some sugar. There’s a bodega up here, we’ll stop there…but don’t tell your mom. Mother doesn’t talk much to us anymore, Otis said, finally looking up from the book he was reading. Roman nudged his brother and frowned at him. He looked up to see Dada watching them in the rearview mirror and flushed. Since Mother and Dada stopped loving each other, it had been weird and whenever either brought the other into the conversation, Roman would get a sick feeling. Dada pulled the car over and they all got out. Inside the bodega, there was smells of cooking and fruit and newspaper ink. Roman and Otis headed straight for the candy aisle. Roman grabbed some Gummy bears and a pack of sour gum and left Otis, wandering off to look at the comics. He saw the paper, a picture of President Carter talking about the Olympics in Russia. He started to read the article before a guy snatched a copy of it and Roman, jumping at the sudden movement, abandoned the rack. He went to find Dada. His father was talking in a low tone to a scruffy guy Roman had never seen before. Dada was gesturing slowly, his hands making a gesture Roman recognized as a calming one; he’d seen Dada use that same motion when his mother had been angry. Roman frowned and approached cautiously.

  Then everything changed. Otis, having gotten bored with choosing his candy, decided to ambush his brother and did a banshee yell as he jumped on Roman’s back. Roman saw the scruffy guy’s face contort with fright and in a split second he saw the gun as the man swung it around to point at them. The world slowed down and he heard his father shout. Roman squeezed his eyes shut just as his ears burst with the shock of three loud gunshots. He opened his eyes, wanting to see the world one last time but there was no pain, only the sight of his father whirling around to face his children. Roman didn’t understand what he was seeing…his dada’s white shirt was red and there were holes in Dada’s throat and in his face and�
�no, Dada, no, no, no…

  Roman kicked out as he screamed and it was only when Kym threw her whole body on top of his, her voice soothing. ‘Roman, Roman, it’s okay, it’s just a dream, a dream, baby, it’s okay…’

  It finally broke through. Roman slumped back on the bed, soaked with sweat, Kym’s hands on his face, stroking his cheeks, smoothing the damp hair away from his forehead.

  ‘Roman…it’s okay, I’m here, I’m here….’

  ‘Kym…’ A rush of emotion overcame him and he ground his mouth down on hers, flipping her onto her back.

  ‘Roman, are you okay?’ Kym’s eyes were wide, shocked but he growled, as he took her nipple into his mouth.

  ‘Just a dream,’ he said, ‘I’m okay, I just want to…’

  Kym tangled her fingers in his hair as Roman began to make love to her but inside she was quaking. What the hell had he been dreaming about? The suddenness of his awakening had shocked her as did his desperate need to fuck, to feel that connection. She really didn’t know anything about him, she realized. Roman Ford was still a mystery to her…but it was too late to deny her heart now. She was falling in love with him…

  Bay swam the length of the hotel’s swimming pool, enjoying the feeling of the water streaming through her hair, along her limbs. Portland and the last day of press events for the single, thank God. Two solid weeks traveling around with Kym’s mom had been trying and there had been many a time she had wanted to walk away from the woman before she punched her. The only good thing was that now, Bay felt she knew Kym better – what she’d had to put up with all those years, how narcissistic and self-involved her parents had been. She wondered that Kym had turned out as level headed as she did – then grinned to herself. Yup, level-head is definitely running out on your life. She wondered every day where Kym was, had tried to get Tom to find out where Roman was but nothing doing.