No Promises: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Michelle Love

  I want more!

  My hands run up his well-muscled back to find his feather-soft hair. I press his mouth harder to mine as I entangle my fingers in his thick, dark locks.

  Heat fills me and I want to know if this is affecting him in a similar way. Moving my leg between his, I press it to him, finding him rock hard, long, wide, and on fire.

  Another one of his breaths flows through my mouth and into me. It’s the most unreal thing I’ve ever felt, as if we’re one and the same.

  Freeing one of my hands from his luscious waves, I let it travel over his back and down to his waist where it makes the way south, snaking around to touch the hard, throbbing object between his legs.

  My reaction to the excitement and want makes me take in a breath, his sweet taste renewing itself as if it’s an entity of its own.

  He pulls his mouth from mine and sits up. My hand is still on his ample package and he looks at it. His voice is rough and raspy. “That’s what you do to me on the outside. Tell me you feel what we do to each other on the inside.”

  I find mine just as raspy as I answer, “Yes, I do. Eden, I want to feel you inside me. I know this is sudden and too fast, but I crave it. I need it. Please.”

  He crashes down on me as he straddles my body, his tongue tracing a path from my collar bone up my neck, making my body rack with the desire which takes my mind away from anything that isn’t Eden.

  His tongue flicks my earlobe and my insides quiver. Hot, wet breath fills me.

  “Tell me how you feel about me, princess. How important am I to you?”

  “You’re everything to me, Eden,” I say as I run my hands over his back and butt. “Please show my how you feel about me.”

  Trailing kisses back to my neck, he lifts his body up and looks into my eyes. “Alyssa, do you love me?”

  I blink up at him. Do I?

  “I think I do, Eden.”

  “I know I love you, Alyssa. I need more than an, ‘I think,’ if we are to do more.”

  “Kiss me again. I want to be sure.”

  Achingly slowly, he brings his face back to mine. I draw in my breath and he blows his into my mouth. I suck it into my lungs, sending my heart into a frenzy of super-fast beats.

  My body twists as my lips have to have his. He gives them to me and I nip at his bottom lip as he consumes me. I grind myself against his erection and a moan rattles his chest.

  His forehead presses to mine as he pulls his mouth away, but leaves it so our lips still brush one another’s. “Do you know now, Alyssa?”

  My body aches to be one with his. Sensations I’ve never felt flow through me, and I’m acutely aware I will never have this with Kyle or anyone else. This has to be love, because I will surely die if I ever lose this. If I ever lose him.

  “I love you, Eden.” The words barely leave my lips before he’s back in my mouth. His hand squeezes my breast and I cry out with the pleasure of it.

  His lips leave mine and I feel almost abandoned by his action until he connects his mouth to me again at the breast he’s unleashed beneath his hand. Then I feel one with him again, though I need more.

  An animal hunger for him tears through me, so I grind against him again in a reminder of what I want from him. What I need from him.

  I push my hand between us to unleash the thing which is causing his slacks to nearly burst. He lifts up to allow me access to the button and zipper.

  My hand moves inside of his tight boxer briefs to find satiny-smooth skin over the hardest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. The smooth over the hard is other-worldly and my whole hand strokes it, finding a bulbous end which has leaked a bit.

  I run my finger over the tip and Eden groans against my breast, which he suckles at in between mind-blowing bites that threaten to make me burst inside.

  My hand now wet with his juices, I want to know what it tastes like. As I bring it to my lips, he stops and looks at me, watching me place my fingers in my mouth.

  I should be embarrassed that he’s caught me doing this, but I’m not. With his rapt attention, I can almost read his mind. Will I like it? I swear he’s thinking that.

  The moan I make comes through no will of my own. He tastes like honey and cream and I want more. I’ve closed my eyes with my reaction to the deliciousness of him. When I open them, he’s there, waiting for me to remove my fingers from my mouth.

  “May I taste your sweet innocence, princess?”

  My God, he wants to taste me down there. Should I say yes?

  My eyes brighten with the thought of what he’s about to do. “You may,” I say as I trace his lips with one of the fingers I’ve released from my mouth.

  Sheer delight travels over his face as his lips find mine for a moment, then trail down my chest to his destination. My heartbeats shake my body as I wait for the touch of his lips in an area which has gone untouched.

  “I love you, Alyssa,” he says, before his head disappears beneath my dress.

  Although already very hot in that area, I can feel his hot breath on me. My body tenses for its reaction to his touch.

  His lips touch me gently, kissing my inner thigh. He trails kisses to the center, then I feel it. His lips touch me there and a streak of white hot heat travels over my body.

  My hands clench the bedding as I almost fall apart. He makes an mmmm sound, which vibrates something down there and I nearly burst.

  He’s kissing me there and it feels even better than when he kissed my mouth. Flicks of his tongue against something that is hardening on me drives my body insane and I can’t think anymore.

  “Eden! Eden! Don’t stop, God, don’t stop!”

  His hands move to grip my bottom, pulling me to him as he kisses, sucks and nips at me in a most pleasurable way, which makes no sense at all. Something begins to quiver in my core and my body shakes, my legs tremble, and my heart pounds. Then I shatter into pieces.

  Was that an orgasm? Shit, that felt incredible!

  Moisture leaks from me, and then he’s there, lapping at it, his tongue going into me. Inside of me, his tongue fills the space I craved him to be in and I’m almost whole, close to complete. I never felt incomplete until he came along.

  I’m tired all of a sudden, like beyond tired, and content. Eden kisses down one leg as he moves from under my dress. His hair hangs in damp strands around his smiling face as he stands up, looking down at me.

  “Can we both agree on something, baby?”

  I nod my head yes, because I will agree to anything the man says for the rest of my life. He lies his body next to mine, using one hand to hold his head up, one of his fingers makes spirals on my chest.

  “We belong to each other now. No one else. I am yours and you are mine.”

  He is mine!

  I cannot believe he even wants to be mine. He has class, money, and looks. Crap, he’s lacking not one thing, and he wants to be mine.

  “I’d love that. I love you, Eden. I do.”

  The light hits his eyes just right and they sparkle. “I love you too, Alyssa. I only have one more thing to say to you, then we must clean ourselves up and be presentable, as I’m sure we’re going to land soon.” All humor leaves his eyes, leaving them as serious as I’ve ever seen. “I do not believe in real intercourse until after marriage. With that said …” he turns over and grabs a black box from a drawer in the nightstand. Pulling me up to a sitting position, he kneels on one knee in front of me.

  My mouth drops open and I am speechless. More than that, I’m mindless. I cannot accept what he’s about to ask of me. I look around the room for an escape, but there is none.

  “Alyssa Shaylee Devlin, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  “How do you know my middle name?”

  His face makes me laugh as he pulls it back in confusion. “Alyssa, please. I’m being serious here, baby.”

  “You are?” I ask. “You can’t possibly be. We don’t even know each other. This is our second kiss. Well, a bit more than a kiss, but you know wh
at I mean.”

  Still kneeling, he cocks his head to the side and opens the box. An enormous diamond ring appears, yet he doesn’t even gesture to it.

  “So, making love is not a thing you care to do anytime soon, then?”

  “I’d like to. I’d do it right now if you would,” I answer.

  “Your immortal soul means nothing to you?” he asks, and I can’t believe he’s serious.

  “Really, Eden? I mean, I declared my love to you. There are some who don’t even do that much before they hit the sheets together.”

  As he leans on my knees, the ring on my thigh takes my attention for a second before he speaks. “Alyssa, just as the vulgar language was overlooked by you as something everyone does, this has been as well. You should not give yourself to someone completely until you have made vows to each other. Feelings are involved and in many cases offspring, um, I mean, children. You wouldn’t want to do such a thing with no commitment. It’s reckless in more than one way. Not to mention, one day you will not live here. You’ll face Our Creator and then what?”

  “Our Creator? You mean God? He doesn’t care if we get a paper from the courthouse or not,” I say, and my eyes can’t seem to stop catching how the diamond in that ring sparkles.

  His delightful laugh perks my ears and takes my attention to his mouth. His delicious mouth, which I wouldn’t mind taking another taste of if he would just let me.

  “I care nothing about the paper either. I do care about making a promise to Our Creator, though. I’m afraid I won’t be able to complete the act until we have. I love and respect you way too much.”

  My mouth moves before my mind does. “How long until we can marry?”

  His eyes sparkle. “Does that mean yes?”

  “How long?” I look him squarely in the eyes.

  “As soon as possible,” he answers.

  I look into his eyes, making sure he’s serious. “I’ll be eighteen in a little over a week. We can go to Las Vegas and get it done.”

  A frown covers his very gorgeous face and I don’t like it. I want to see that face only with happy expressions.

  “I want a priest to do it, Alyssa. I have to insist. It’s not about the paper, which we will have too. It’s about a priest and a ceremony and our families witnessing it. It can still be on your eighteenth birthday. Please understand. I’ll talk more with you about it as we stay together throughout our engagement.”

  Our engagement! That ring is gorgeous and so is he. Inside and out, he is, and he makes me feel like no one else could ever do.

  “Yes! I will marry you, Eden.”

  I can’t believe it!

  His hands shake as he takes the ring from the box. I hold out my left hand and then I see it. The little heart-shaped diamond ring Kyle gave me.

  Eden sees it too and frowns. “You’ll need to take that off, Alyssa.”

  What am I doing? This will kill Kyle.

  I search Eden’s eyes and find the spark I always feel with him. With a heaviness in my heart, I pull Kyle’s ring from my finger and place it on a finger on my right hand.

  Eden smiles as he places his ring on my finger, which fits perfectly. That’s crazy, but no more crazy than what I’m doing now.

  “Eden, my parents are going to freak out.”

  Rising, he pulls me up with him and hugs me tightly. So tightly, I can feel his body trembling. Surprisingly, mine isn’t. Maybe I’m in shock or something. Maybe I died a little while ago and this is heaven. It seems a lot like heaven.

  “You have made me very happy, Alyssa, my princess,” Eden tells me as he gently sways our bodies back and forth.

  I hold my hand out as he hugs me, looking at the giant diamond he gave me, and it hits me like a brick wall.

  I have to break up with Kyle.

  CHAPTER 20

  KYLE

  Alyssa asked me to come over, but she still isn’t answering her phone or the messages I’ve left so many of in the last few days. As I pull into her driveway, I see that the damn jag is gone.

  It’s late—nearly four in the morning. That girlfriend-stealing jackass must’ve left. She should be in her bedroom fast asleep, as should the rest of her family.

  I back out of the drive and park along the side of the road, keeping my truck hidden from their view, should anyone wake up for some reason. Closing the truck door as quietly as I can, I walk up the steep driveway. They have a key hidden in a fake rock near the front door. I find it and let myself inside.

  Not even one light is on downstairs, so I move through the living room and up the stairs with no problem. I reach her bedroom door and try the handle. It’s unlocked and I enter, closing the door behind me.

  It’s too dark to be able to see if she’s in her bed. As I get to the side of the bed and press my hands to where her head should be, I find an empty pillow.

  “Where the hell is she?” I accidentally murmur out loud.

  The guest room is one door over. I assume that’s where the prick has been sleeping. His car’s gone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s gone.

  God help me if they’re in there together! I have to see, though.

  Moving out of her bedroom, I make my way along the wall to the door next to hers. I try the doorknob and find it locked.

  “Shit!”

  Crap, I said that out loud!

  Why would the door be locked? I pull my wallet out and take out my bank card, snaking it between the door frame and the lock and gaining access to the bedroom. Again, I find it pitch black. I listen for the sound of breathing, but I hear nothing. I find the bed and feel around. No one is there either.

  While thankful for not finding the love of my life in that prick’s bed, I’m still afraid of where I will find her.

  I use the flashlight on my phone to see if the jerk’s things are still here. I hope he’s gone and this craziness will stop. I look around and find a leather bag sitting on a chair. It looks empty.

  I open the closet and find his clothes, all very expensive. I have to fight the urge to take them out and toss them out the window. Ally would kill me, though, so I keep my temper in check.

  Maybe she and this guy went for a drive. How very romantic.

  I want to kill him!

  I move out of the room and go back into Ally’s. I’ll wait for her to return home. Surely she’ll be back soon. Then she and I can talk.

  At the very least, it will give me the closure I need if she’s breaking up with me. I just have to know. She owes me that much.

  I sit on her bed and hold her pillow. It smells like her. Her hair always smells like lavender with a hint of vanilla. I miss her like I never knew was possible.

  How is it she doesn’t miss me?

  We made plans. How could she not speak to me when we’ll be leaving together in just over a week from now? Why would she do this to me?

  She and I never fight. We get along better than any other couple I know. I know she cares for me and she knows I care for her.

  The only downfall is how her parents act about her having a relationship. They seem fine with what’s going on with their friends’ son, though.

  Why is he so well accepted by them?

  He’s obviously from a wealthy home. Mr. and Mrs. Devlin never seemed to be the type of people who could be bought. Who knows, though?

  I can’t say I really know them well enough to make that judgement. They’ve kept me at arm’s length. Scotty might be able to help me get to Ally.

  He’s always been in my back pocket. The kid looks up to me. But he might be looking up to the rich guy now.

  And what the hell with how strong that jackass is?

  I mean, he stopped my punch like it was easy to do. Then he held me against my truck and I was powerless to move. I have no idea how he did that.

  A light comes to life outside. Something moved near the motion detector, making it light up. She may be back.

  I look out the window in time to see a giant black shadow fly by the window. I step back
. I couldn’t have seen what I thought.

  A loud clap of thunder makes me jump, as it sounds like it was just outside. The sheer curtains on her windows allow me to see one huge black thing move in front of the second-story window, followed by another.

  A horrendous shriek fills the air, making the window panes rattle. I cover my ears as another shriek rings out. Then the bedroom light comes on and I’m thrown down on the bed, hands held behind my back.

  “What the hell are you doing in my daughter’s bedroom?” Mr. Devlin shouts at me.

  “Sir, it’s not what it looks like. I just need to talk to her, sir, please.”

  A knee is in my back, holding me down. “I’ll call the police,” Mrs. Devlin says.

  What? No!

  “Please, don’t do that. I’ll leave. I can see now this was a bad idea. I’m sorry.”

  Mr. Devlin ties my hands behind my back with something I assume is a shoe string. “No such luck, boy. The police will deal with you. I’ll prosecute you to the fullest. For all I know you’re here to rape and possibly kidnap my daughter.”

  This man cannot be serious!

  “Mr. Devlin, you know better than that. I would never hurt your daughter. Please, sir, let me up and I’ll leave.”

  He doesn’t answer me. My heart is about to explode. How can he think this is okay?

  “Ally will be furious, Mr. Devlin. Please let me up,” I say, trying to get him to think about his daughter’s anger.

  At least, I hope she gets mad at him. Crap, for all I know she might not be mad at him at all. She might be furious with me. She’d be right too. I should never have done this.

  The sound of sirens makes me flinch. They really called them. I can’t believe this is happening.

  “We’ll take him from here, Mr. Devlin.” I hear a male officer say.

  I’m jerked up as cold steel cuffs are slapped around my wrists. The shoestring is cut off and my body is pushed up against the wall. Another officer enters the room and begins reading me my rights as the officer who holds me to the wall searches me all over.

  My face burns with embarrassment. I have fucked up. My scholarships will be revoked and my future is no more, all because I snuck into my girlfriend’s house.