Denial_A Stone Billionaire Series Novel

by Kaya Woodward

  My shaft sinks deeper into her at this angle, and I let out an animalistic groan.

  I aim to fill her completely; watch her scream and moan as I feed my cock into her.

  I watch her body rock at my every thrust.

  Tinsley grips the pillow and bites.

  “Noah!” She moans my name.

  That’s all I want to hear.

  “Oh my god!” she screams into the pillow.

  Though it does nothing to muffle the sound of how much she loves this.

  “Make me yours!” She demands again.

  This almost sends me over the edge, lost in her I press her back down into the sheets.

  Her face contorts in satisfaction as she guides my cock inside her.

  Tinsley moves her hands above her head, and I pin them down.

  Then our eyes meet.

  The world stops its spin around us, everything fades away, and nothing matters but these passionate kisses.

  Tinsley's feet move up and down my legs, until she curls her legs around my waist, and pulls my hips against her, to drive me deeper.

  “Noah!” She calls my name again, biting her lip.

  “You're going to make me cum!” she whines.

  We never break eye contact, and I watch as the beginning of the orgasm rolls through her body.

  “Please cum inside me!” the words spill from her mouth heatedly.

  She trembles underneath me, her muscles spasm as her mouth opens, and her eyes widen as she feels me lose control.

  I can't stop myself from doing as she asks, and pump into her with a final thrust and a primal groan as she gasps, her eyes rolling back into her head.

  She is still trembling on my cock, her muscles tighten around me, as the last of my cum spills inside her, and she sighs with relief.

  As she grips my hands, I find her lips again.

  We kiss as the city continues to move around us.

  The day breaks into sunrise.

  We both have places to be, but I am still here, still inside her as we lose ourselves.

  Tinsley's hips move eventually until she writhes on my cock again.

  She entices me into more.

  Once again, we lose ourselves.

  18

  Tinsley

  August 8, 2017

  In Noah’s bed the rest of the world fails to exist, and even though I am to be somewhere I’ve forgotten where that is.

  We lay together until late afternoon, in a delicious blur of lovemaking and kissing, no words passing between us.

  We are both afraid of what’s going to happen next.

  My heart feels as though it might stop beating at any moment.

  We belong together, but it’s not our turn to be together.

  Not yet anyway.

  Though, we are as much together as ever before.

  If anything, this silly notion of my marriage seems to have brought us closer together.

  As much as I need Noah, there’s so many variables, from my marriage to the guilt over my father.

  I need to figure out how far I’m willing to go to get what I want.

  That’s why I have to sign the prenup.

  “Promise me I won’t lose you,” he pleads.

  “You know you won’t,” I tell him.

  This business arrangement is such a mess, I don’t want Connor any more than I did in the past.

  I’ll always hold onto us.

  Hold onto the hope that we can someday, somehow, finally be together.

  We always knew from the beginning that problems would arise.

  But, I never imagined that anything would keep us apart, not like this.

  Tears form in my eyes, and I turn away from him.

  I don’t want him to see me cry.

  “Tinsley we will be together.” Noah pulls me roughly into his arms until I sob into his chest.

  “We will be together,” He repeats.

  This is the only thing I am uncertain of.

  If we will find our way back together.

  “If we don’t?” I ask.

  “Don’t say that,” He urges me.

  “If we don’t I’ll always remember,” I tell him anyway.

  He presses his forehead against mine.

  “Don’t talk like that,” Noah pleads.

  The disconcerting look in his eyes is almost too overwhelming to shake, and I want to comfort him.

  I know it’s selfish, but every shred of me, tattered and torn, wants him just as much as I did the first time he kissed me.

  My lower lip shakes, and tears threaten to spill again.

  “I’ll always remember,” I repeat.

  When I finally bring myself to meet his eyes, there’s something in the way he looks at me that I’ve never seen before.

  My heart breaks for us.

  When I finally leave Noah’s and trek home it’s almost dinner time.

  I regretfully shower the last few hours off me and dress in a knee length skirt with a light cotton blouse.

  That’s all I ever wanted, was to be with him.

  But my father, and how he felt?

  That weighs heavily on my mind.

  Our last conversation.

  As much as I want to run with Noah, I don’t know that I will never be able to push away the guilt that consumes me mere weeks after my father’s death.

  This will take time.

  I ready myself for our dinner reservation with our relatives, and secure the clasp on a pearl necklace as my mother enters my room and closes the door behind her.

  “You were with Noah,” she comments.

  I nod and press my lips together.

  “What are you going to do now?” she asks.

  I know what she means.

  My father is gone.

  I am free to choose, only there are many entanglements, and I don’t dare tell her that Noah and I have hatched a plan.

  I’m not sure what holds me back from this, maybe the guilt?

  The guilt is so thick that I can reach out and touch it, form it into a ball and bounce it against the wall.

  “I said goodbye,” I lie to her.

  A single tear escapes.

  I wipe it away quickly before my makeup is ruined.

  “It was the right thing to do,” she encousrages.

  Then my mother comes forward, offering me a bracelet to match my necklace.

  “You father would be proud that you did the right thing.”

  “How come it doesn’t feel like I did what I was supposed to?” My words melt into huge disappointment, fatigue.

  I’m tired.

  Sick and tired of the need to bend to everyone’s will, except my own.

  I tell myself that this is for Noah, my family, and I.

  “Tinsley, lives are always ripped apart. Every day. But they can always be put back together, there’s always hope,” My mother says quietly.

  A nugget of wisdom that I didn’t expect from her.

  My mother continues to surprise me every day.

  “Did you love him?” My mother asks.

  This takes me by surprise.

  “Nothing is going to change how much I love him,” my admission is clear.

  “That fades over time,” My mother says.

  “It will fade, and then at some point, Noah will feel like an ancient memory,” she adds.

  I don’t want that.

  I want to chase her out of my room with one of my heels.

  Instead I nod.

  Is she only going further attempt to drive a wedge between Noah and I?

  “Come on, Connor is waiting,” she beckons me.

  “I know,” I shoot back as hotly as I can manage.

  Through my sadness my sheer will to defy is almost gone.

  “I’m going to make him wait, as long as I want,” I tell her, a little more certainty in my voice.

  So, what if I give into their demands?

  That doesn’t mean I have to play by the rules.

  This is somewha
t of a comfort to me.

  I never got anywhere when I listened to everyone else, that stops now.

  But if I have to marry Connor to keep control of my father’s company, I’ll do it.

  I won’t let his company slip through my fingers, but I refuse to feel as though I’m simply about to bend to everyone else again.

  If Connor is going to use me, I’m going to use him just as much.

  19

  Noah

  August 18, 2017

  I arrive early for the board meeting because Tinsley requests that I do.

  Tinsley sits in her office, her gaze directed at the window when I knock.

  “Noah,” she swivels around in her chair.

  “I have to tell you something. I want you to hear it from me first,” she says immediately.

  “I don't believe I want to hear this,” I shake my head at her.

  “Probably not,” Tinsley stands and comes around the desk towards me.

  Even though it was my idea, I don’t want to hear that she married Connor.

  Impeccably dressed as always, I remember the last time we were together and I close the office door behind me.

  “Then maybe you should go, if you don’t want to hear this,” she suggests.

  “Do you want me to go?” I ask before I take a step towards her.

  “No,” she says plainly.

  “Don't ever ask me if I want you to go, Noah; you know the answer will always be no,” she begins.

  “Tinsley-” I’m about to tell her this whole idea was silly.

  But I stop myself.

  “Noah, I married Connor,” she blurts out the words.

  This makes me step away from her.

  I stand in front of her incredulous.

  I know she is a full grown woman, and fully capable of these types of decisions, and this decision was ours but the facts in front of me still hurt.

  She’s meant to be my wife, not his.

  “Tinsley,” I breathe finally.

  “I'm sorry,” she apologizes.

  “This isn't over yet,” I tell her pointedly.

  “People get divorced, I was divorced, this isn't forever. You and I? That's forever,” I tell her pointedly.

  Tinsley swallows hard.

  I watch her head sway from side to side for a moment.

  “Noah, this is so difficult,” her words are filled with sadness.

  “I understand, but people do get divorced,” I remind her.

  “It’s only for a little while,” I add.

  “Noah,” Tinsley starts.

  I cut her off with my lips.

  She opens her mouth to mine and I pull her roughly against me.

  She breaks the kiss suddenly.

  “We’re in my office,” she says.

  “So?” I growl.

  She falls silent for a moment as I gaze down at her hands in mine.

  On her right hand is the ring that I have her.

  On her left?

  Her old engagement ring.

  Now her wedding ring.

  Tinsley’s lips quiver for a moment.

  This isn’t what she wanted, nor is what I desire, but it’s what’s right, for now anyway.

  My lips hover over hers for a moment, and I listen to her suck in a deep breath.

  She closes her eyes, and I can feel the world spin around me.

  I am desperate to succumb to our base desires, if only for a few minutes, if just for an hour I need to suck in every second of this that I can.

  “I need you,” she whispers.

  “I want you,” I admit.

  We are engulfed in kisses again and my hands drift to the hem of her skirt, where I push it up around her thighs.

  “Noah,” she laughs.

  “We’re in my office, my husband is in the building,” she says.

  “That only turns me on more,” I admit.

  “Oh, fuck it!” Tinsley declares.

  She frees my cock from the prison of my pants and works it with slow, gentle strokes.

  “Turn around,” I tell her.

  Instantly she listens to my request, and braces herself against the desk.

  My hand slides between her thighs, to the wetness where I slide my fingers between her slit and find her clit.

  I watch as her hands grip the desk harder.

  I waste no time, push her underwear side, give my cock a few strokes and enter her roughly.

  “Oh!” She cries without a care in the world.

  “Fuck me!” She begs.

  Every thrust into her wetness sends me to another place entirely, and I forget we’re in her office and she bends further over the desk.

  My cock sinks deeper into her pussy as she moans, my thrusts shake the whole desk.

  “Fuck,” I growl.

  “Oh my god!” Tinsley moans loudly enough that I’m sure someone will hear us.

  I fuck her harder, my cock rock hard with the notion that her husband isn’t far away from us.

  My rough thrusts make her body shake with pleasure.

  “Your husband is close by,” I growl.

  “Fuck me harder!” She demands.

  I grip her harder, give her what she wants, and make her moan louder.

  “You want me to cum inside you?” I ask gruffly.

  “Please!” She cries.

  I feel her body pulse on my cock, as she knocks things off the desk, and orgasm overtakes her.

  Tinsley shakes on my cock and cums as hard as ever before.

  She easily sends me over the edge and my cock pulses inside her.

  Despite the situation I let out a roar of satisfaction as my body rocks with the orgasm.

  I dump every last bit of seed inside her, and she cums again.

  Tinsley’s pussy twitches on my cock as she moans and she goes limp on the desk.

  “Holy shit,” she gasps.

  Her body still shakes as I pull my cock out of her pussy.

  “Come on,” I laugh.

  I pull her up from the desk and turn her around to fix her blouse, then I pull her skirt back down to just above her knees.

  “You’re crazy,” she tells me gently.

  “Only about you,” I tell her as fixes the waistline of her skirt.

  Tinsley wraps her arms around me and kisses me gently before she grabs her papers for the board meeting off the desk.

  “Are you coming?” She asks.

  “No,” I shake my head.

  Then I smack her ass and she giggles.

  “My underwear is soaked,” she tells me.

  Tinsley bites her lip like the devious little minx she is.

  “Go off to your husband filled with my cum,” I tell her in a low voice.

  “You’re a bad, bad man,” she tells me, but her eyes are alight with that fire.

  When I get home Ava and Evan are together on the terrace.

  Ava flips through a magazine, a glass of iced tea in her hand as Evan fiddles with his phone.

  I only catch snippets of their conversation as I make myself a drink.

  “How are things with Vic?” Ava asks him.

  “I don’t even know,” Evan’s reply almost sounds hollow.

  There’s a long pause.

  “Do you care about her Ev?” Ava asks.

  Evan sighs as I appear in the doorway.

  Ava lays across the plush couch on the terrace, and immediately moves when she sees me lean against the glass door.

  “I have something to tell you both,” I say.

  “What’s up dad?” Ava asks.

  “This is going to confuse you, let me finish, okay?” I ask.

  Both my children nod.

  “There are some complications with Jamesen’s will, and as such that rat bastard Connor has put Tinsley in a difficult position,”

  I pause with a smirk, my thoughts wander to the last position I had Tinsley in.

  “Dad,” Evan jogs me out my thoughts.

  “Sorry,” I laugh.

  “In eithe
r case, Tinsley and I devised a plan. She’s married Connor to keep the company safe,” I finally tell them.

  Ava stares at me as Evan laughs.

  “I’m serious Evan,” I tell him with a glare.

  “Wait, what?” Evan asks, dumbfounded.

  “Dad,” Ava starts.

  But she isn’t sure what to say.

  “Does this mean you aren’t going to be together?” she mourns.

  “No,” I dissolve her worries.

  Ava moves over for me to take a seat beside her, and she clasps my hands.

  “It just means, it’s not going to happen, right now,” I tell her.

  I’m calm on the outside, but inside I can feel the rage of being torn from Tinsley again.

  That’s never stopped us before, being torn apart like this.

  “This must be hard for you,” Ava whispers.

  I can tell from the way her nose twitches that she wants to ask more, but she’s put that aside for me.

  “It’s going to be alright,” I tell her.

  Then, for the first time, Ava leans against me.

  I’ve never felt this close to her before.

  I kiss Ava on the head and she wraps her arms around me.

  “We’re the Stones,” I tell her.

  “We get through everything,” Evan adds.

  “Do you think it’s a good idea?” Ava queries.

  “To use Connor like that? Doesn’t that make you both just as bad as he is?” She continues.

  “He asked for it,” Evan says before I can say anything.

  Evan moves to the bar on the terrace and pours both myself and him a drink.

  “Shall we toast?” I ask.

  “Yes,” Evan nods.

  “To fucking that bastard over,” he raises his glass.

  “And to what we want, and making it happen,” I add.

  Part II

  20

  Tinsley

  August 28, 2017

  This is impossible!

  It’s face down in the toilet for the third morning in a row that I realize I am most definitely have not fallen victim to a terrible bout of food poison.

  Lately, I’ve been quite under the weather, but I just assumed it was a mixture of nerves and anxiety over what’s transpired with Connor.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be pregnant.