Eden lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss on it. “I have news for you, Mrs. Fontaine.”
So, he’s trying to divert my attention. I can’t be so easily manipulated. He, of all people, should know that.
“Oh, for the love of everything holy, Eden. Not another mission, not so soon. I’m exhausted, the long flight, the anxiety, the long flight back home. No, I can’t take anymore,” I whine.
“Okay, I won’t tell you then. Just rest, Mrs. Fontaine,” he says, softly.
I drop my head onto his shoulder. My eyes close, but my mind can’t stop.
What news does he have? Can it be any good at all? Oh, damn my curiosity!
I sit up and look at Eden. “Well, you have my mind going, so tell me before I go and make myself crazy.”
“No, you should rest. I can tell you another time,” he says.
I close my eyes again. Whatever he’s doing isn’t going to work on me. I’m exhausted. I will rest, I don’t even want to know what he has to say. I drift off for a minute, and suddenly I am being carried onto our jet.
“I can walk,” I say to Eden.
“Just stay asleep, Alyssa. I’m taking you to bed,” he whispers to me.
He lies me down on the bed in the jet’s bedroom. I feel him on the bed beside me, then he wraps himself around me. His hand rests on my stomach. His warm breath on my neck.
I turn my head to look at him, his face is about an inch away from mine. “I think I can hear your news,” I say, softly.
“You sure, Alyssa?”
His emerald eyes dance with his question. I look into them, trying to see what his mind has hidden from me. There is nothing but a black wall. Maybe I don’t want to know after all.
That damn curiosity I have overtakes me. “Eden! Yes, I’m sure.”
He looks into my eyes and smiles that smile which melts my insides. “When you turned into the bird I heard something different. I heard more than I usually do.”
I frown at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I heard your heart beat, it’s loud and strong,” he says.
“Oh, that’s cool. I hadn’t paid any attention to that. I’ll see if I can hear yours next time we turn into the birds,” I say, thinking to myself he made a bigger deal out of that information than it was worth.
I lay my head back down on his shoulder, but he takes my chin in his hand and pulls it back up, so I have to look at him. “Alyssa, that’s not all I heard. I heard your heartbeat, and I heard another one as well, a little heartbeat,” my husband tells me, then it all goes black.
A baby! Already…
Eden’s Ending
Our daughter, Gwen, was born on a Tuesday morning in the month of April. It’s been four years since that day. My connection to my mate is still strong, but thankfully not the same. With the pregnancy, we found the child connected us even more so than we already were.
I experienced everything Alyssa did throughout the pregnancy and the delivery. Thanks to that knowledge I now have a new respect for mothers. The whole thing is hard, and the end is a nightmare of squeezing pain.
But in the end, you get this perfect little person and somehow it makes it all worth it.
Thankfully, that condition is gone, and I can feel only my feelings, and she can only feel hers. We still have our telepathy, and it keeps getting stronger.
With the arrival of our own child, we became aware that many children needed our help, so we’ve moved our foundation in that direction. Not only feeding and educating children but also setting up programs for people to spend time doing meaningful activities with them.
Educating their parents about how to make a happy life for them. Putting family first and material items second. Building homes for needy families and helping the parents get educations if necessary.
To build a better future for their children, was my mate’s idea and I quite like it. We want to make the world a place where the importance of the family is in the forefront again. Like it once was.
My wife is a professional speaker now and holds seminars on the importance of finding a balance in relationships. Her disdain of the ancient ways made her seek education, and she found Anthropology is what excited her the most.
She’s on her way to a Master’s degree. She says she’ll be content to stop there, but my bet is on her getting her Doctorate. My wife, Dr. Alyssa Fontaine. I like the sound of that.
Kyle has an MBA and his own band. He and Laura married and still live outside of Austin and have two children now, both boys, and a farm full of animals and a yellow lab they treat like one of their children.
Laura has just started college. She wants to be a school teacher. It turns out she loves kids and teaching them things. She found that out, helping with our foundation.
Me, I’m into spreading the word of our creator. I studied religions from all over the world, then majored in Philosophy. Now I am the Pastor for our organization and also for, The Rising Spirit Church.
We have a little television program that comes on Sunday nights and a following of a few million people from around the world. It’s a nondenominational church, of course, we welcome all kinds.
It’s getting to be time for dinner. The whole clan is coming to the mansion this evening. Scotty is introducing us to his new girlfriend. It’s not his first girlfriend, but it’s his first serious one.
Scotty turned out to be a player in more ways than one. Those days might be numbered now as he talks about this girl constantly, a sure sign.
My mate is at the door to my office. I can tell she’s ready for us to go downstairs. I walk to her and take her hand. A flash of her naked body, lying across our bed with a large stomach, blasts through my mind.
“Where’s Gwen?” I ask.
“With your father, he took her for a walk,” she tells me. Her hair is curled and falling down around her face. Her lips are so red and shiny, and I can’t focus.
I can only think about how beautiful she is and how much I want her. Oh Lord, help us, here we go again. And I couldn’t be happier.
The End
Preview of : The Billionaire’s Brother
An Alpha-Male Billionaire Bad Boy BDSM Romance Thriller
By
Michelle Love
Bad By Romance
billionaire romance, alpha billionaire romance 2016 short stories series suspense
Chapter 1
JENNA
“Rod? You home?” I call out as I come into the little apartment we rented last week.
After only a few months of dating, we decided to take it a step further and move in together. To say my parents were pissed would be an understatement.
Try furious!
But what Rod Manning and I have is as real as it gets. Even if I am just eighteen. A thing my parents tell me is a real issue. Though it’s not really.
Rod’s a few years older than I am. Okay, five of them, but that’s not a big deal to me. My father made me wait until I turned eighteen to date, Rod or anyone else for that matter.
Rod’s been after me for the last couple of years, but being underage had him waiting for me. Dad threatened all kinds of hell on the poor guy if he touched me before I turned the legal age.
The funny thing is Rod’s mother has cautioned me about their oldest son as well. At a senior party, my graduating class had at one of my classmate’s ranches just before I turned eighteen I saw Rod’s mother. She was helping chaperone the party.
She had no idea of Rod’s interest in me and took me aside then asked me if I knew her son, Reed. I knew of Reed, of course. We all live in a minuscule town in Jerome, Arizona.
Reed is only two years older than I am. And I was shocked when she told me he and I would make a perfect couple. He was away at college at that time but would be home for the summer and she wanted to know if she could give him my phone number when he got home.
Her dismay when I told her it was her son, Rod, who was interested in me and me in him, confused me. She was v
ery open about him being a difficult person. Which I found crazy.
He doesn’t seem difficult to me, at all. Quite the opposite. He seems so rugged and manly and tough as nails, but in all the right ways.
His job as a mechanic keeps his muscles tight, and he keeps a five o’clock shadow thing going on his handsome face.
I’ll admit it. The man does have this dangerous edge to him. But I find it exciting as hell.
The way he handles me is so hot!
And he’s told me he has a surprise for me tonight when he gets home. Which I thought would be by now.
“Hey there, Baby,” his deep voice calls out from our bedroom.
I go that way, turning down the short hallway that leads off the living room. There he is, leaning his tall body against the door frame.
His dark ash blonde hair hangs to his shoulders in waves. His steely blue eyes running up and down my body give me chills. “Hey, Rod.”
Clad in only his tight black underwear I see he’s taken a shower and rid himself of the grease of the garage he works in. The smell of his soap fills my senses.
My insides are already melting as he looks me over. “I brought home that surprise I told you about, but we have something to talk about first.” He pulls me into his strong arms as I come to him.
His mouth covers mine as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. The way it moves like he has a purpose to touch every place in my mouth makes my knees weak and I lean against him.
A handful of my ass he grabs and squeezes it as he growls. My body is hot and now I’m wet and can hardly wait to get out of these clothes and into our bed.
His other hand moves up my arm then over my shoulder and he grabs a handful of my long hair and pulls it back hard. His mouth leaves mine and his teeth graze over my neck then he bites it hard.
The noise I make has him pulling back, and he looks intense.
I love that look. Like raw power.
“I want something permanent with you, Jenna.” His words make my heart pound.
“K.”
A grin creeps across his handsome face. “I haven’t told you what it is yet and you answer already?”
I nod and he smiles. “Permanent is what I want too. I love you, Rod.”
“Love is for the weak, Baby. What did I tell you about all that love shit?” He lets me go and moves away from me. “Life is about other things. Life is hard, Baby. Love is fleeting. Commitment isn’t though. I want that from you. A real commitment.”
He moves to the bed and sits on the edge and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the bedside table. A long neck bottle half full of beer sits on top and he takes a drink then lights his cigarette.
That’s the one thing I hate. I hate the smell of cigarettes and he knows it. Yet he’s not about to do as I’ve asked him repeatedly to, smoke outside.
But I think he might be about to propose so I’m not going to bring that up right now. Instead, I go to sit next to him on the bed. “So what is it you want, Rod?”
From under the pillow he sleeps on, he pulls a sheet of paper. I can see the large words at the top, ‘Dom/Sub-Slave Contract’ my heart stops and my eyes go wide.
I pick up the sheet of paper and look at it, then at him. His face is sterile.
No emotion. Not a thing.
“Slave? Why is the word, slave, on this paper? And what is it all about?”
His strong hand moves up my arm and tightens around my bicep. “I want you. I want all of you. I want to own you, Baby.”
My heart starts to pound in my chest. “Own me?”
He nods slowly and I can’t think. Then one thought floods my brain. “My father will kill you, Rod.”
“This has to be our little secret. This town is too small to let this kind of thing out.” He takes a drag off the cigarette and the smell intensifies and I cough.
“A secret?” I look around the little bedroom. My eyes fall on a hook that’s on the wall near the closet. A hook that wasn’t there before.
Then I look back at the paper I hold in my right hand. It’s shaking and I hold it with my left to steady it so I can read what he wants from me.
Words pop out at me. Punishments. Sexual tortures. Expectations.
“Rod, is this a joke?” I look into his eyes and find no humor there.
He shakes his head slow and easy. “It’s no joke, Jenna. It’s what I want. And I always get what I want. You know that.”
Smoke encircles his head as he taps the ashes off the cigarette into the clean ashtray on the night stand. “This doesn’t look like a thing I want to be a part of. I thought you were talking about marriage, Rod.”
A low laugh comes from him. “Marriage? Nah. I’m not into that. That can end in divorce. What I’m asking from you can’t end. It’s forever, girl. Isn’t that better than a marriage?”
“This says, you want me to stay available for your every need.” My eyes move to his and find them squinting as he takes another puff of the cigarette. “My job, though.”
He shakes his head. “That little job ain’t making you no money, anyway. See, the way I’m thinking is it’s better for me if you can come to me or I come home and you’re here and you can take care of whatever I feel I need at that time.”
“Sex?” I stare at him. “Are you saying I don’t give you enough already?”
“You don’t. But that isn’t your fault. It’s your job’s fault,” he says as he grinds the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “Like this afternoon I wanted a piece of ass so bad I nearly went across the street from the shop and found one at that little bar.”
My heart stops. “You didn’t though, did you?”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head, sending his wavy locks swinging around his broad shoulders. His eyes move to mine and pierce me. “But, as you’ll find in the contract, that is a thing I can do if I see fit and you aren’t meeting all my physical needs. And you have to take it, Baby. You can’t leave me over it.”
My stomach hurts all of a sudden and I bend over and place my hand on it. ‘No! No, Rod! No, fucking way!’
Okay, I said that only in my head.
My voice is shaking as I say out loud, “Why do you want to have sex with other women?”
“I don’t want to. But if I can’t do the things I want with you then I’ll have to. I have certain desires and if you won’t let me do those things with you then I’ll get that elsewhere with someone who will.” His hand runs over my shoulder and down my arm. “But I really want to do that stuff with you, Baby. Only you. But I’m a little afraid you’re too vanilla to do any of it.”
I turn my head slowly to look at him and my age and experience or lack thereof hits me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’m no child, Rod. I can be everything you want. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. And I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”
“Here’s the thing, Baby. You can’t tell a soul. Not only would your dad kick my ass but mine might do the same damn thing to me. He’s told me as much.” He looks away and rubs his jaw.
“You’ve talked to your dad about whatever it is you like to do sexually?” I look at him with a face full of confusion.
I don’t even talk to my mother about the things I find arousing.
“Nah, I didn’t talk to him about it. He found some of my literature on the subject. He told me when he found out you and I were a thing that if I ever tried to bring you into that dark world he’d hold me down while your daddy beat my ass then he’d beat my ass himself.” His arm goes around me and he kisses my shoulder.
“God! What kind of literature are we talking about, Rod? That doesn’t sound like your average porn.” I watch him as he peers at me through his thick lashes.
“It isn’t average. I’m not an average man. A bit above, you know?”
I nod then say, “I think you’re the smartest guy I know, Rod.”
He laughs. “Not like that. Like the way I feel. I feel more than some. I want more than some. Fuck, Baby
. You don’t know how bad I want you to come down to the shop and suck me off in the men’s room.”
My face heats. “Rod!” I laugh and look at him and see he’s dead serious. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I want to fuck you in the alley behind the grocery store during the rush hour. I want to finger fuck you in the small café on the square while the people we know eat their lunch without a clue as to what I’m doing to you. I want your panties to be soaking wet when we walk out and I want you to hand them to me when I ask. With no hesitation.” His eyes go light and sparkle.
“That’s really bad, Rod. Really bad. We could get caught and then everyone would look at us and think bad things about us. Oh, no. I can’t…” His mouth slams into mine.
He presses me back on the bed and moves his body over mine, pinning me to the mattress. “You can. You will. I will train you. I will show you how to give me everything I want.”
“You think you can train the morals out of me? I was a Sunday school teacher last year, Rod. Not a porn star.” I turn my head and he takes me by the chin and pulls me back to look at him.
“So, Sunday school teacher, what do you think it means that you gave your virginity to me? In the Biblical sense, you already belong to me.” His words hiss from his mouth. “You are already mine, Jenna Foster.” He kisses me hard again. So hard our teeth clash. Then he looks at me as he continues to hold me down. “Or do you want me to do what I have to with another woman? I can keep you too. Only you will always know I’m fucking someone else.”
“Rod! Don’t talk like that. Fuck!”
He smacks my cheek. “No more cussing. It’s disrespectful.”
I move my hand to touch my cheek and he takes my wrists before I can and holds my hands over my head. “Rod! Would you stop?”
He shakes his head. “You need to learn your place, Jenna. Your place as my woman. Do you want that or not? I’m getting tired of having to beg you.”
Wow! This is begging?
“Let me read the whole thing.”
He moves off me and hands the paper back to me. “There, hurry up. You’re making me feel weird.” He walks out of the room and I hear the fridge open and slam shut. Then the sound of him opening another beer as my eyes start at the very first word of the contract have me thinking about what I’m even doing.
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