First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

by Alexis Angel

  More. More. More.

  It’s like a chant in my head.

  And when he swirls his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, sucking, I moan in pleasure. I grab fistfuls of his hair, pressing him more tightly between my legs, sure I’ll never get enough of this.

  But then he grabs me and drags me up into a sitting position, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now and start pulling at his clothes, ready to see him in all his naked glory too.

  The sight is magnificent. Intricate ink works its way all over his skin, winding around his arms, his torso, his back. The ink ripples under his taut and bunching muscles. Unable to resist, I trace them with my fingers, then follow behind with my tongue. I want to touch and lick every inch of this man’s body. I could get lost in it for days.

  My hands tease his lower stomach, trailing down, further and further until my fingers dance over his thick erection. I wrap him in my hands and give him a tug, loving when his head falls back on a sexy groan.

  “Time to return the favor,” I whisper, following my hands once again until I’m hovering just above his cock, my breath teasing the velvety head.

  Blaze grips my hair in his hand, much like I did to him, and I know he won’t be gentle. The thought has me excited, my pussy pooling with wetness all over again.

  I wrap my mouth around him, flicking my tongue as I put just the tip inside, fisting my hand around the base. Then I flatten my tongue, taking him as far as I can, opening my throat for him.

  He lets out a feral growl and thrusts hard, taking my mouth, getting his pleasure from me. I fucking love it. I continue to work my mouth up and down in time with his frantic thrusts, satisfied when I feel him begin to thicken and swell.

  But then he pulls me off his cock with a loud pop and flips me over in one fluid motion until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him.

  He hands me a condom with a quirk of his brow. Without words, he gives me the control. This strong, wild man letting me be in charge of what happens next.

  I rip it open, staring at his dark, dark eyes as I roll it down over his length. And the mood shifts. It’s not as frantic, as needy.

  I go slow, lowering myself down over him until he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in tight like they did last night on his bike. We both breathe hard with the sensations rolling through our bodies. A tremor shakes me as I feel him twitch within me.

  It spurs me into action, and my hips begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging up and down along my inner walls. It doesn’t take long for my need to rise up again, and soon I’m moving faster, racing toward the finish line, needing desperately to cum on this man’s magnificent cock.

  He chuckles, and I meet his eyes. “Knew you wanted a ride, baby,” he says.

  I laugh teasingly and echo his words from last night. “Just grip it between my legs, right?”

  He waggles his eyebrows, then pulls me down toward him for a bruising kiss that I feel searing its way through my entire body.

  Then we’re moving together, panting, desperate. And when I ride right over the edge, he follows right behind, his body quaking as hard as mine with the intensity of our climaxes.

  We collapse in a heap, a tangled mess of limbs, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt so content. Excited about the future of my job. But just as excited to find out what’s in store for Blaze and me.

  I laugh as a thought crosses my mind.

  “What?” he murmurs into my hair.

  “I had no idea last night that I was about to get my own train sex fantasy come true.”

  “Train sex?”

  I tell him about Adrienne, and he laughs. “I thought you were pretty worked up last night on the train, but I had no idea.” He flips me over and pins me underneath his hard, inked up body. “I can totally make that a reality.”

  I bite my lip, then lose myself in the barrage of kisses he assaults me with.

  Oh yeah, I think there is a whole lot of train sex in my future.

  Part Three

  Zander & Madison

  Zander

  The sounds.

  The smells.

  The slightest movements.

  I take them all in. But no one has any idea that I’m aware of every single detail of what’s going on around me. I sit in the corner of the car on the 6 Train, somewhat hidden by the dim light from the blown bulb. I chose my seat here purposely. Everything I do is with purpose.

  It’s how I’ve been trained. Even though I’m not active duty anymore, everything I learned as a Navy SEAL is still part of me. Probably always will be. Especially if I end up staying in Manhattan.

  So when the dude with the bike rolls right onto the 6 Train, I’m on high alert. What the fuck is this asshole doing? Every nerve in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action.

  But I give no indication. There are only a handful of people on the train right now, and if something is about to go down, it will be up to me to make sure no one gets hurt.

  I watch the guy’s face, looking for a sign that things are about to get crazy.

  A girl on the other side of the train jerks back in her seat and says, “What the hell?”

  He laughs, and that’s when I see it. The two of them are totally fucking hot for each other. He’s probably trying to show off or something. I lean back, pretty sure this guy is harmless, despite his rough appearance.

  I’m just the opposite. I look like a regular guy, but I’m absolutely lethal.

  Scanning the car again, my eyes settle on the girl across from me, who is also watching these two with curiosity. I let my gaze roam up and down her tight little body, taking in her long, dark waves and nearly black eyes.

  Her little black dress is a tiny slip of fabric, showing off just how toned her muscles are. Probably yoga, if I had to guess.

  She bites her lip, and I feel my dick twitch to life. Sexy as hell. I notice her increased pulse, her quickened breaths, and I follow her gaze, wondering what has her exhibiting these signs of desire.

  Holy fuck. The girl on the other side of the train has climbed on the dude’s bike, and I swear they look like things are about to escalate to something that is way beyond public indecency.

  She’s practically grinding on that bike.

  My eyes flick back to the dark-haired beauty. Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, and I suppress a groan. Just like that, I’m hard as steel. I need to get laid, and soon. It’s been way too long.

  Trying to keep my focus on my surroundings and not on the way the girl across from me shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together, I drag my eyes away from her. Can’t lose focus on my surroundings. I learned that the hard way.

  The train comes to a stop at the next station, and the girl on the bike jumps up, distressed. I watch, waiting. But she simply exits the car when the doors slide open.

  Well then. That was new. Just when you think you’ve seen it all.

  A new set of passengers board the train, and the process starts all over again. Me checking to make sure there’s no danger.

  The girl with the dark waves looks over at me, her eyes narrowing as she tries to get a better glimpse of me in the shadows. Her gaze trails over my arms, my chest, my abs, and she smiles. I can see the desire written all over her. Seeing that couple on the bike got her just as worked up as I am.

  A slow smile lifts the corner of my lips. Maybe she’s game for a little fun?

  I don’t know, though. She looks like a good girl. Someone that wouldn’t be down with a quick fuck with a stranger.

  I lean forward, testing. “Where you headed?”

  She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Depends.”

  I smile. Oh yeah. She’s game.

  “Want to grab a drink?”

  A twinge of hesitation flashes across her face for a second. Can’t blame her. She doesn’t know me. For all she knows, I could be a crazed killer. Part of that might be right, bu
t only because that’s what I was trained for.

  I lean back, resting my arms on the back of the seats with an easy grin, trying to put her at ease.

  She opens her mouth, looking curious but uncertain, but just as she’s about to say something, the train slows, and there’s a moment of shuffling as the few passengers on the train stand to get off.

  The first one off is bike sex dude, followed by an older woman and a young guy in a hoodie, his face barely visible.

  Suddenly, I’m on high alert. Something feels off. A shift in the air. I stand, watching. Waiting.

  Hoodie boy darts back into the train so fast anyone else would have been thrown off guard. He pulls a knife and holds it out toward the dark beauty I had my eye on, yelling for her to give him her purse.

  I react on pure instinct and adrenaline.

  Madison

  I can’t stop the scream of terror from ripping from my throat as this kid shoves a knife in my face.

  I’m furious at myself for being such an idiot, not paying attention, but I’m too terrified to do anything but scramble as far away as I can.

  What was I thinking not being aware of my surroundings?

  I know exactly what it was—I was too busy checking out the sexy guy sitting across from me in the shadows. Even in the dim light, I could tell he was one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid eyes on. Huge, broad shoulders, insane biceps, and piercing eyes that were looking at me in a way that ought to be illegal.

  The tension in the air between us was nearly tangible, thanks to the couple on the bike that had me trying to remember just how long it had been since I’d done something wild and reckless like that. Short answer? Never.

  And that little distraction was all it took. I’m about to be mugged on the subway.

  It’s like everything happens at once.

  The guy sitting across from me jumps into action, a blur as he pounces on the kid, one arm locking around his neck while the other grips his wrist, doing something I can barely keep track of that makes the knife clatter to the floor.

  Then he’s collapsing to the floor. In fifteen seconds, the whole thing is over.

  My hands fly to my mouth, unable to stop the shaking that suddenly takes over my body. Someone must have pulled the alarm because the doors to the train remain open and we don’t move.

  “Are you okay?” Shortly clipped light brown hair and hazel eyes float in my line of vision, and I can’t seem to breathe.

  “You’re going to be all right,” that low voice continues, rubbing my back in soothing circles as he instructs me to lean forward and take slow, deep breaths.

  I don’t know how long I sit there, but all through the commotion of cops coming on board, I hear that same calming voice giving me comforting words as he relays what happened. His hand never stops caressing me.

  I feel crazy because I’m totally terrified by what just happened, but his touch is also sending jolts of electricity flying up and down my spine, radiating in slow pulses lower and lower.

  And suddenly I’m finding it hard to breathe for entirely different reasons. Yeah, that settles it. I’ve lost it. Gone off the deep end. Because instead of being worked up about almost getting shanked, I’m feeling a rush of attraction for the guy who saved me.

  I look up at him, and our eyes lock.

  “You okay?” he asks again.

  I nod, biting my lip.

  Lust flares in his eyes, and I know mine show the same thing. This guy. He’s got a killer body, a deep tan, and a clean shaven, sharply defined jawline. And that smile. He flashes it again now, and there’s a hint of danger in there. Danger I might want to experience a little.

  Yep. Definitely nuts. Because danger is typically what I stay far away from. But something about him also screams safety, and I don’t object when he pulls me to my feet and wraps an arm around my waist to lead me from the train.

  In my shock, I must have missed everything that went on with the cops because it seems like we’re through here.

  We surface from underground, and the bright lights and loud noises of the late-night city take me off guard. I lean into this guy—who I don’t even know!—as if he’s my new protector.

  “You want to get something to eat?” he murmurs in my ear, sending another shiver through me.

  “Yeah, that sounds great,” I hear myself saying.

  Next thing I know, we’re seated in a corner booth of some cafe, coffee and cheesecake on the table between us.

  “Thank you,” I say, probably for the hundredth time.

  He chuckles. “It’s not every day I get to save a lovely lady like yourself.”

  My eyes trail over his corded arms again. This guy is freaking ripped. Like he’s some kind of human weapon. I realize I want to know more about my rescuer.

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Zander,” he says with a grin.

  “Madison. So you don’t often make daring rescues on the 6 Train?” I tease.

  Another rumbling laugh that makes my girly bits tingle just a bit more. If that’s even possible. Zander here seems to have no trouble igniting my body.

  “No. I actually just got to town this week. Trying to figure out where to next.”

  My eyebrows lift. “So you’re a drifter?”

  He shakes his head. “Just got out of the military. Not sure where I want to settle.”

  How about right in between my legs?

  I press my lips together to keep the words in, but I can’t fight the laughter that bubbles up at the thought. I don’t even know who I am tonight.

  He quirks a brow, but I just shake my head and dive back into the cheesecake.

  There isn’t a minute of our time in the diner that passes where we are at a loss for words. I feel oddly comfortable with this strange man.

  So when Zander asks to walk me home, I find myself agreeing, even though I have no idea who he really is. All I know is that he saved me earlier, so he can’t be that bad.

  And maybe it’s the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, but as we approach my apartment, I know I’m not myself. Because when he turns to face me when I stop and say, “This is me,” I step right up to him.

  Not even waiting for him to make a move. Taking control for once. Because my life flashed before my eyes tonight, and all I want at this moment is to feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.

  So I wrap my hands around Zander’s neck and press my body to his—and oh God, he’s just as hard as he looks. Everywhere. And I pull his sexy mouth down to mine.

  Zander

  Whoa.

  Hello.

  Madison takes me totally off guard when she starts kissing me. But I sure as hell am not going to complain.

  My arms go around her waist, pulling her petite little frame against me even harder, and I kiss her back.

  She moans, and my cock that has been hard pretty much all night strains against the seam of my jeans.

  Fuck, I want to take her upstairs right now. But I can’t tell what’s going through her head. I wanted to take her to get something to eat to make sure she was okay. I didn’t feel right sending her off after what happened on the train. And I certainly didn’t want her to walk home alone.

  But right now? I don’t know where her head is at. She might just be reacting to what happened. Having some strange response to a traumatic situation.

  And much as my cock might like to take advantage of it, I’m not that guy.

  “Come upstairs,” she pleads, her voice throaty and oh-so-tempting.

  I groan. “Madison, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  She pulls back slightly, her eyes clouded with hurt.

  Fuck.

  “I just mean, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow.” I grind my teeth, the words an effort to get out as she presses those pert tits up against my chest. I can feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. And because I can’t resist, I drag my hands up her sides and brush my thumbs ove
r the hard tips.

  A gasp falls from her lips, her eyes closing to lusty slits. “I promise I won’t regret it.”

  When she presses her hips against mine, I know she can feel how much I want her. And I shouldn’t glance down. But I do. And as soon as my gaze lands on the sight of my hands on her tits, her grinding against my cock, all my good sense disappears.

  She kisses me again, this time more urgently. As if she wasn’t already before. “Come upstairs.”

  This time it’s more of a command, and fuck me. If that isn’t the sexiest turn on—this innocent looking woman demanding I follow her into her apartment.

  I’m done.

  Scraping my teeth over her jaw to her ear, I whisper, “Lead the way.”

  We make it into Madison’s elevator, and I push her up against the wall, my hands gripping her waist as I crush my mouth to hers again. I run my hands over her hips, over her firm ass, palming the flesh there before trailing my fingers to the top of her thighs, just under the hem of her insanely short dress.

  Her heart hammers so hard I can feel it against my own chest. I dip my tongue into her mouth, so sweet from the dessert, and stroke her with my tongue. Aggressively. Urgently. All sense of being cautious, looking out for her has vanished.

  She wants me as much as I want her right now, and in this moment neither of us can get enough.

  I slip my hands under her skirt and almost lose my fucking mind to feel bare flesh beneath my palms. Running my finger under the scrap of lace between her cheeks, I lightly tease her ass, pressing lightly at the tight entrance.

  She bucks against me, her eyes flying open wide. “Oh, God.”

  I watch her closely as I continue to play, slipping my hand toward her pussy, soaking my fingers with her juices because she is so damn wet, then trailing them back, seeing how she’ll respond.

  She watches me with those huge dark eyes, almost black with desire, biting that lip as I press the tip of my finger into her tight channel.

  Madison starts to shake her head, but I bring my other hand to her chest and pinch her nipple, causing her to cry out, and I push my finger in further.