Snow Job: Stranded with a Possessive Billionaire Romance

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by Luxe, Eva


  “Fuck, Kina,” he said.

  I smiled at him. His hands went to my breasts like they were magnets, and he squeezed them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I gasped and reached behind me to undo my bra.

  It joined my dress on the floor. Jacob dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked on me, licking, nibbling. I ran my fingers through his short, blond hair, his head moving under my hands. One of his hands moved down between my legs, and he rubbed my pussy through the material. The friction of the material, rougher than his fingertips on my clit, had me gasping and moaning.

  Jacob kissed me again. I peeled the blazer from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I unbuttoned his shirt while he groped my body and undid his buckle. He unzipped his pants himself and pulled them down, kicking off his shoes.

  His cock was hard in his jocks, straining against the material toward me.

  When he pushed up against me again, the thin material of his underwear and the lace of mine were the only things keeping us from each other.

  Jacob led me to my bed. He laid me down on my back and pulled down his own jocks before he pulled down my panties. We were naked together. I was wet, eager to have him inside of me, and he didn’t waste time with more foreplay. We didn’t need it.

  Jacob crawled over me onto the bed, and my thighs fell open for him. He put on a condom and then pushed his dick into me, and it was thick and smooth, splitting me open until my body accommodated him.

  When he was inside of me, he looked me in the eyes and shivered. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, and he started moving back and forth, rocking against me. His cock pushed deep inside of me, pushing in all the right places. The wine had loosened me up, brought me to a place where I could let go of all control.

  “That’s it,” Jacob said, as he pulled me into a doggy style position on the bed. “That’s how I want you to be.”

  I enjoyed how he dominated me, making it so that his wish was my command. He entered me from behind with his huge cock, while spanking my ass where he could see it nice and up close.

  “You’re so bad, yet you’re so good to me,” he said, squeezing and spanking me as I groaned.

  Jacob fucked me harder and harder, pumping into me, and in no time at all, I orgasmed. I knew he could hold out. He would fuck me for a long time, changing positions, doing me from every angle, making me orgasm a few more times before he finally let go himself.

  By the time we were done, it was in the early hours of the morning.

  “Stay?” I asked.

  Jacob shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, with the paparazzi and all.”

  I nodded. He was making sense. I watched him as he looked for his clothes, getting dressed again.

  “I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart,” he said.

  I nodded. He slipped out of the door, closing it quietly behind him.

  I cuddled back onto the pillows, my body spent, the feeling from Jacob between my legs throbbing with a delicious ache, a reminder that what we’d done would last a while. What was I doing?

  I pushed the question away. I could worry about that tomorrow. Right now, sleep sounded more than enticing, and I closed my eyes, letting the darkness drag me under.

  I woke up to my phone ringing with a shrill sound that bore into my temples. I groaned and reached for it on the nightstand. When I couldn’t find it, groping the smooth surface for a moment, I realized it was on the floor close to the bathroom door.

  When I got out of bed my head ached dully and I cursed under my breath. A hangover? I couldn’t remember when I’d had enough to drink for one of those.

  I pressed the talk button to silence the damn thing and held the phone against my ear.

  “You might want to check the tabloids,” Lacey said in a serious voice.

  “What’s happened?” I asked.

  “You.”

  I didn’t know what she was saying.

  “Let me get back to you,” I said and hung up.

  What the hell was she talking about? When I looked at the screen, the notifications for the tabloids I’d followed were on the screen. I hadn’t heard them while I’d been asleep. I opened the first one, and my heart stopped.

  They were photos of me and Jacob kissing in front of my door. There was another of him sneaking out of my room, his shirt still undone shoes in hand. Dammit, there were cameras in these corridors, and someone had leaked it to the press.

  Which meant that the whole world knew now that Jacob and I were fucking. And I’d been so damned proud of him for coming up with a strategy to stop the world from finding out.

  Shit.

  I’d messed it all up, now.

  I dialed Jacob’s number. He answered on the first ring.

  “I saw,” he said grimly. “This is bullshit. Fuck fame.”

  “Calm down,” I said. “I’m sure we can work this out.” But not even I believed the words I spoke. We were in trouble now. And Jacob knew it. I knew it. We couldn’t exactly paint this in a different light. Not with us sucking face in front of my door and not with his shirt unbuttoned and his shoes off. What were we going to say? That we were discussing strategies? Yeah, strategies about how to get him into my panties would be the only answer.

  I sat down on the bed and dropped my head into my hand.

  “Can we meet?” Jacob asked. “In private, because now they’ll all be jumping to conclusions if they see us together.”

  I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Where?”

  “I’ll find somewhere and send you a location.

  He hung up. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When I looked in the mirror, last night’s makeup was smudged around my eyes and my hair was a mess. Great.

  When I arrived at the place Jacob had sent me the location for, it was a diner that looked like it had survived from the sixties. Neon lighting above the entrance told me I was at the Moonlight Diner, and when I walked in, blue stools at a retro counter with black and white checkered floors looked like something straight out of Back to the Future.

  Jacob sat in a corner, wearing a hood. He was easily noticeable because he looked so damn suspicious. I walked to him and sat down.

  “How are you?” I asked.

  Jacob shook his head. “I should be asking you the same question. My reputation was already questionable, but yours … it’s all down the drain now.”

  I sighed. “I’m trying not to think about it too much. What are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know,” Jacob said. “Whatever it is, though, we have to do it soon. It’s both our careers. The only plus point is that it’s got nothing to do with aggression or violence, so looking at it that way, it’s not as bad as it could have been for me. But it’s still bad.”

  I nodded. It wasn’t good at all. And he was caught sleeping with his PR manager. It brought everything I did into question, everything I had done so far to help his image. If it was that easy to get into my pants, everyone would believe that I did what I did as a sexual favor and not because it was my job or because I believed in my client.

  Dammit, why was sex so complicated? I’d slept with Jacob because I liked it, because he was a nice person and he made me feel good about myself. Now, the world would add all sorts of meanings to it that had nothing to do with anything, and no one would ask me what I was really about.

  But that was the point, wasn’t it? It was why my job existed in the first place. And now? I needed a PR manager to sort myself out, too. And I was fresh out of options.

  Chapter 24

  Jacob

  It was time to go home. After all the shit with the press and what had surfaced with me and Kina, I’d had another game. The game had gone just as well as the one on Friday. Even though there were rumors about me doing the rounds, something I was getting used to with all the so-called scandal in my life, the team was still on my side a lot more than I’d expected.

  Brian and Hanson were sympathetic about what had happened
because they’d both been there. The team hadn’t pushed me away.

  I was glad to go home, though. The rumors and stories wouldn’t disappear, of course, but being in the comfort in my own home when everything was up in the air seemed so much easier than being in the hotel.

  On Monday, I made my way to Nova Southeastern University where the Florida Sharks trained. I parked in a parking bay and walked inside, getting a mineral water from the cafeteria before heading to the gym.

  In the gym, I got onto the treadmill and started running. I had a lot of frustration to run away from, and I needed the outlet. With my career being all about the shape I was in, I couldn’t exactly drink myself into a stupor to forget about my problems.

  So, I pushed the treadmill hard, my legs eating up the virtual distance. I kept going until my thighs screamed at me, and I could barely breathe around the burn in my lungs.

  When I finally stopped running, the tension wasn’t exactly gone, but I couldn’t do more.

  “That’s impressive,” someone said behind me, and I turned to see my coach leaning against the wall next to the door. “I knew your fitness was back on par, but that was a long ass haul.”

  I got off the treadmill, downed the bottle of water and found a towel to mop up the sweat on my face and neck. Coach Rudi walked toward me.

  “You’re doing well, son,” he said. “I was impressed by your games this weekend. The Stallions played hard, but you guys played harder, and I saw how much you added to the team.”

  “Thanks, Coach,” I said. I had braced myself for a lecture and here he was, paying me compliments.

  “You keep up the good work, and I foresee a great season ahead for the Sharks.”

  I nodded. Coach clapped me on the back before he turned to walk away. He stopped halfway to the door and looked over his shoulder.

  “It would be nice if you could get your scandals under control, though. I swear, I have the team with the most drama in this damn league.” He shook his head. “And evidently the good looking men in all of professional football, because, I’ll be damned, it’s always about my players and women.” He looked at me. “Try to contain it.”

  I nodded, feeling like an idiot. “Yes, Coach.”

  He nodded once at me and turned around, walking away. If I hadn’t been in the middle of a scandal of my own, I would have chuckled at what the coach had said. It was true, there were always rumors about one of the Sharks’ players and a woman. Maybe he was right. Maybe we were all smoking hot. Or we were just idiots.

  The jury was still out on that one.

  I showered and got dressed before I tried to phone Kina. I wanted to talk to her, see if she was doing okay. I had no idea what the repercussions were for her, if she was coping with the backlash at all. Her reputation was a whole different story than mine.

  When the call rolled over to her voicemail, I tried again. The second time, I gave up. I was starting to worry about her. I doubted she would just stop talking to me. We were in this together after all, but it was at the back of my mind. I was overreacting, I told myself, but she wasn’t taking my calls.

  Or maybe she was just busy, I told myself.

  My phone rang and I grabbed it, answering straight away.

  “Kina?”

  “Yeah, I know that’s what you’re all about,” a male voice said in a bitter tone.

  “What? Who is this?” I asked. I hadn’t recognized the number.

  “It’s Kyle.”

  My stomach turned. I had no reason to have a reaction when he phoned me, but there it was. I hadn’t expected a call from him, and I felt unprepared.

  Holy shit .

  It was time to talk to my ex best friend.

  Chapter 25

  Jacob

  “How are you doing?” I asked.

  If all else fails, make polite conversation, I figured.

  “My sister is fucking the guy who stole my hopes and dreams, and the whole world knows about it. You tell me.”

  I shook my head. “Look, Kyle, I get that this looks wrong. It’s not like we planned for it to come out the way it did.”

  “Of course not, but it did,” he said. He sounded pissed off.

  “And what Kina and I do isn’t any of your business.”

  “Well, it’s my business, now. It’s everyone’s business now that you’re on national news. But that’s your style, isn’t it? The whole world knows it whenever you’re doing something. This isn’t the first time you’re in the news, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last.”

  I sighed. I hated it when people referred to the fight and the assault charge that resulted from it.

  “So, you’re going to leave Kina alone, now.”

  I was getting angry. If Kyle wanted to nail me with my past, that was one thing. But he wasn’t going to tell me what to do.

  “Kina is a grown woman. She can take care of herself. If she wants me to leave her alone and tells me so herself, I’ll respect her wishes. Until then, I’m not doing anything other than what I want.”

  Kyle laughed, but it wasn’t a friendly sound. “So, typical Jacob,” he said. “You haven’t changed one bit. You’re still the asshole who only cares for himself.”

  “What, because I took the opportunity to go pro when it presented itself? I wasn’t going to turn it down to make you feel better that you didn’t get that opportunity.”

  “Fuck you, Jacob,” Kyle spat. My phone beeped with another call coming in. I glanced at the screen, and Kina’s number flashed on call waiting.

  “I don’t have to listen to your shit,” I said and hung up, taking Kina’s call instead.

  “I was looking for you,” I said to her. “Are you doing okay?”

  “I’m sorry, I was in a meeting with my boss.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been avoiding me. I’d been stupid to assume that.

  “And? How did it go?”

  “Not great. He’s not happy, obviously. I’m on probation, but I haven’t lost my job or anything. It’s deemed unprofessional, and they’re going to let me know what happens when my review comes up, soon.”

  I rubbed my forehead with my fingertips and sat down on the bench next to my locker.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “It’s a lot of drama.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she said. “We both got ourselves into this, and I know that I’m not the only one suffering the repercussions.”

  She was right, but I still felt bad that she was in trouble because of me.

  “I want to warn you,” she said. “Kyle knows about us, too, now. He’s really pissed off. That it’s you, of all people—”

  “I know,” I said. “He thinks it’s my fault his life went down the drain.” I got that from his conversation. It was ridiculous, of course. I wasn’t responsible for him.

  “Did you talk to him?” she asked.

  “Yeah, he just called me.”

  She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t apologize,” I said the same way she’d said to me.

  “Kyle thinks we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “And? You’re a big girl. Who is he to tell you what to do? If you want to do this, you can do it. He has no say over you.”

  She hesitated. “He’s a big part of my life, Jacob. I’m taking care of him right now.”

  “Which is exactly why you’re the one who should be calling the shots, not him. If he can’t even take care of himself.”

  She sighed. “I know what you’re saying. This is just such a big mess, and with Kyle being the way he is, all the trouble he gets himself into all the time, it’s a lot to deal with.”

  I could understand what she was going through. Kyle was making life very hard for her, and she felt obliged to pick up the pieces all the time because she was his twin. I thought it was wrong, but just as much as I believed Kyle wasn’t the one who could tell her what to do, I wasn’t either.

  So, I kept my opinion to myself.

  “Look, in m
y opinion, you can date whoever you want,” I added.

  “We’re not dating, Jacob,” she said in a soft voice.

  I shook my head. I was still irritated with Kyle and that was translating into the conversation with Kina.

  “I’m sorry, I thought you said we were in this together. I thought that meant something.”

  “I meant the scandal. I just explained to you how this is too much for me to handle. And now you want me to focus on a relationship, too?”

  “Dammit, Kina. Is it so bad for you to get involved?”

  “I am involved,” she snapped. “I’m involved in all your nonsense because it’s my job, and I’m involved in your personal scandals because I let my guard down with you.”

  Her words hit me like physical punches.

  “You say it like you regret it.”

  She hesitated. “I don’t,” she said.

  “You took a while to think about that.”

  “Don’t do this to me, Jacob. We have enough problems as it is.”

  Why was she holding back so much? Everything she did made me feel like she was on my side, like I meant something to her. But when it came down to putting it into words, she didn’t want to admit her feelings or what we were, after everything we did. I refused to believe that I was just a fuckbuddy. Kina didn’t seem like the type of person to do that. She was pure and wholesome, and it was something I loved about her.

  “So, what? Everything they’re saying in the tabloids is true. We’re just fucking around, and it means nothing?”

  “I didn’t say that,” Kina said.

  “Then what are you saying? I’m running out of things that it could be, considering everything you’re telling me it’s not.”

  “Why do you need to label it all?” she asked. “You’re acting like a woman. Be a man for a change and be the asshole who wants sex and nothing else.”

  I pulled a face, and I was glad she couldn’t see slivers of my temper surfacing. Seeing me angry was never pretty.

  “I don’t even know what you’re saying right now,” I said.

  “Just forget it, Jacob,” she said.

 

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