Tame Me: A Filthy Billionaire Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

  “Well, well.” A voice came from her left

  Vince folded his arms over his chest. “The missing star returns?” He winked.

  She stared at him while keeping her face expressionless.

  At the cold stare, he shook his head with humor.

  Without a word, she continued to walk down the hall.

  “Hey!” he called to her back.

  Madeline had heard him, she just did not want to hear him. She stopped walking as she rolled her eyes. Taylor’s shadow and just as hatefully good looking!

  “So, Sophie found you, eh?” He was just behind her.

  She flipped around. “What?”

  “Sophie went out, like three days ago. She said that she had to find you.” He lifted a brow at her expression. “Life or death she said.”

  Madeline froze with the news. Oh, no. I completely forgot about Sackford and her mother’s property!

  “What’s the matter?” Vince stepped closer.

  “Has anyone heard from her?”

  Vince looked puzzled. “You mean she didn’t come back with you?”

  Alarms were going off in her head at what trouble Sophie may get into in a place like Nowhere. “She went to Nowhere?”

  He nodded with a laugh. “Yeah, I thought it was her sense of humor again. Nowhere! Who ever heard of such a—?”

  Madeline sprinted around him and headed for the elevator.

  Nowhere Trading Post…Nowhere, Arizona

  The evening was warm as the dry air blew into the parking lot. The place was still lit up as Madeline drove the rental car into the lot.

  “Is that?” Jasp whispered with disbelief from his chair.

  Bucky leaned forward with wide eyes. “Yep!”

  Jinx simply giggled, as all three stared hard at the car.

  “I wonder what she’s wearing this hot summer eve?” Jinx spoke with low toned excitement.

  Jasp drew in a breath. “Yeah, never seen gams on a woman like hers since ole Betty!”

  The car door opened.

  With mouths agape, the three old men sat as far forward on their chairs as gravity would allow.

  Long legs appeared as they swiveled over the opening, molded in black see-through stockings. “In high heels no less.” Bucky let out a whistle.

  Madeline stood up while her shiny black heels set down smartly onto the asphalt, wearing a short black skirt and a white silk blouse.

  The old timers stared with fascination and all three twitched simultaneously when she reached to give her skirt a tug down. The delightful sight of her pert breasts rising up through the sexy white silk of her blouse caused a collective gasp to sound from rocking chair row.

  Madeline seemed unaware of their watchful attention as she gripped the door handle tightly and stood next to the car with an obvious hesitation.

  Jinx let out a huge wolf-whistle.

  She jerked her head up and saw them in their rocking chairs.

  “Heya, Angel!” Jasp called out.

  At the nickname greeting, she smiled, shut the door and walked across the lot.

  “Man oh, man.” Jasp snickered to his entranced buddies, as all three men watched the sweet sashay of her hips while she walked. “I could just sit and do nothing with my whole life but watch her walk back and forth.” He sped up the motion of his rocking chair.

  Jinx snorted. “Hell, Jasp, that’s about all you do now!”

  Bucky let out a chortle.

  Jasp shushed them. “Shh... Here she comes now.” As though they hadn’t noticed.

  The other two rolled their eyes.

  Madeline gave them a slight smile and stepped up onto the porch.

  “Yep, heavens come to us, boys!” Jasp announced.

  Jinx nodded in agreement as Bucky sniggered.

  “Hi, Jasp.” She smiled.

  “Oh, Lordy!” Jasp seemed to act shy all of the sudden. “My name on those beautiful luscious lips, boys.”

  The other two chucked loudly.

  Jasp turned his head with a disapproving grunt. “Heathens!”

  She laughed at their usual antics and opened her mouth to ask a question.

  “Yep, she was here afore ya. About four days ago, I guess,” Jasp answered before she spoke.

  Smiling back at him, she again started to speak.

  “Sent her over to your Dad’s place.” He winked. “Figured, he could use the company.”

  Madeline shook her head as she smiled.

  “We thought he was acting sort a lonely anyways, you know? Besides, that woman…well, she’s got thing for your dad for sure! ”

  “She ain’t been back since,” Jinx piped in with a knowing look.

  “And no, we ain’t seen the Sky Cutter Man neither.” Bucky added with an emphasizing wink.

  Madeline closed her mouth again. She took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest as though she’d decided to wait it out this time before attempting another question.

  “Well, girl, ain’t ya gonna ask about...?” Jasp prompted.

  All three men stared at her.

  “Him?” He tilted his grey head at her.

  “No!” She released a huffing breath.

  Jasp’s eyes rounded at her tone.

  The other two leaned forward while wearing surprised expressions.

  Covering the abrupt outburst instantly, Madeline smiled at them. “So nice to have, um…talked with you boys?” She winked while staring at their animated curious expressions. “See you again, sometime.” She turned away and walked back across the lot.

  “Mmm-mm!” Jasp grinned while he stared at her.

  His companions nodded their heads with a rapid motion in agreement.

  “Just to see her take the long walk away, is well worth the short goodbye!” Jinx commented with a pleased sigh.

  The three fixtures of Nowhere watched those sweet hips sway until she got into her car.

  “I guess she already knows about her warrior being over at Sky Cutters place and that’s why she didn’t ask ‘bout him,” Jasp concluded aloud.

  All three men rocked their chairs a bit faster. “Mmm-mm.” Rocking chair row murmured in unison and nodded their heads as they watched her drive away.

  Sky Cutter Road, Nowhere Arizona

  Madeline pulled up to the trailer. It was all dark. Dammit, where is Rick? She leaned forward and peered through the windshield. Was that a spark of something? She got out of the car and made her way up the porch. She couldn’t see a thing. She stepped forward with careful steps and felt around for the doorknob.

  “Finally.”

  She gasped at the voice and froze.

  “Why did you wait so long to come?” he whispered from right next to her.

  “Dev?” Her whole body shook.

  “No, it’s the boogey man,” he replied with a flip tone.

  Easily, she could picture his beautiful amused smile in her mind. “What are you doing here?” Remembering her decision, she drew her shoulders up.

  There was silence and she felt his hands grasp her waist.

  Her whole body stiffened.

  “I was going to the heli-pad tomorrow and fly to LA, since you didn’t show up in Nowhere.”

  His hot mouth smothered the tender skin on her neck. “Dev...” She shivered.

  “Mmm?” he murmured as he kissed her earlobe.

  “Move away from me.”

  “What?” he asked with surprise in his voice.

  Madeline backed away from him and felt around for the handrail on the stairs. “I don’t want to see—you anymore.”

  There was a silence.

  Carefully, she backed down the first step while she tried to see through the dark.

  “You are playing some game, right?” His voice was next to her again.

  Madeline jumped with a gasp. “This is not fair, I can’t see you!”

  “And I can see every inch of you, every tremble.” He chuckled.

  She swallowed nervously. “Good, then you can see my face as I te
ll you—” He scooped her up. “Oh!” she yelled with surprise. She could hear him chuckle as she was swung around and they moved through the pitch of night. “Dev!” she yelled.

  “Shhh...” He kissed her cheek as he carried her across the darkened yard.

  “No, you need to listen to me!”

  “So, you’re mad. I can’t blame you,” he whispered to her ear.

  She blinked her eyes as she heard the horse snort. “Now, Dev—”

  “We will go home and talk it out.” He sat her up on the horse and jumped on behind her.

  “No, I will be going to my home in Malibu.”

  He grabbed her waist, turned the horse around and it galloped across the darkness.

  “Dev!” she shouted uselessly, as the horse moved into a full lope.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  RICK

  Lightning Pool, Hualapai Mountains

  Rick saw her body through the clear water, and it sank down deeper into a seemingly fathomless depth. The water kept stretching out before his strokes like an endless sea. Finally, he saw her in the depths.

  She was hanging in the water and seemed to be unconscious.

  He grabbed her up, pushed her to the surface and swam them to the shore. He lay her on the sand, put his ear to her chest and heard nothing. “Oh, God.” He spat out some water with a heavy cough and looked around.

  Tilting her head back, he opened her mouth and blew air in. Raising his head, he peered at her paling face. He looked around again at the now familiar ruins. “There must be someone who can…”

  The old Indian from before stood beneath the high archway.

  Rick picked her up in his arms. “Hey!” he shouted and ran toward the man while carrying Sophie. “We need help.” He stopped at the arch.

  With a graceful bow, the old man swept his hand toward himself and stepped back through the arch.

  “Is the village that way? Do you have a doctor there?” He stepped closer.

  Smiling, he pointed up.

  Rick stared up. At the top of the archway, the Mayan God’s face was glowing. It glowed with different layers of color just like Phoebe’s rock. He looked puzzled. “What?”

  With emphasis in his steps, the old man stepped farther back.

  “You want me to follow you?”

  The quaint little man nodded in a solemn manner.

  Rick swallowed as he felt some fear or a premonition. He stared at poor Sophie. There was a gash all the way across her forehead and blood dripped down to her chest. She must have hit her head on the side of the rock pool when she dove in. “Sophie—I’m so sorry.” He gazed up.

  The man was gone.

  “Wait!” He rushed through the arch. He unexpectedly felt sluggish; everything around him seemed to become heavy, and the place seemed to fold, as if everything had blended into one image. There was a deafening roar in his ears.

  Rick held tightly to Sophie and began to fall through nothingness as their bodies swirled and turned. Colors streamed in front of him as the whirling grew more rapid; he felt like he may get sick from the spinning movement. All the glittering colors turned to mist and it was as if it rapidly changed to liquid and he knew they were now in water as he desperately gulped for air. Maybe it was so I could die and finally be with her. That was his last thought as he swallowed water and everything went black. Then light it him as everything swirled around him.

  His head rose up above the surface of the water. He gasped loudly and drew in a gulping breath of air. Somehow, through that unnatural vortex, he’d lost Sophie as she was swept from his hold. He was at the edge of the lightning pool and turned all around—no Sophie.

  He dove back down into the water and tried to look around. Panicked, he saw nothing and came back up, panting again for air. Rick was breathless and he slumped himself to the ledge. What the hell happened? He heard a sound and drew his head up.

  Sophie stood at the entrance to the cave.

  He hefted himself up from the pool and rushed toward her.

  As though she hadn’t seen him, she turned and went into the cave.

  With a panicked feeling, he bolted through the entrance and looked around. “Sophie?” he called as he moved further in. “Dev?”

  There were lights on throughout the large cave, but no one else was there.

  Rick sat down at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. What if it’s just another dream? A strange heat ran along his skin, a sort of flush, which swept over him while a cold sweat beaded up on his forehead and he looked up.

  Sophie stood on the other side of the table wearing only a lacey bra and her jeans. She was visibly trembling and breathing with a rapid panting.

  Surprised by her sudden appearance, he stood up and felt lightheaded.

  Her face was paler and her cheekbones seemed more defined. Her eyes looked dilated and this made the blue color look more prominent. “Rick?” she whispered with a gasp. “It’s really you?”

  Slowly, he nodded and stood motionless.

  “Oh,” she moaned and placed her hands over her wet bra.

  He stared.

  With a sudden haste, she pulled the garment up and off. It dropped to the floor, and she rubbed her bare breasts with her hands.

  Rick drew his head back as he grew rock hard instantly.

  Frantic now, Sophie unsnapped her jeans and pulled them off.

  Unable to control his body’s reactions, Rick was starting to breathe heavily while his hands seemed to hold onto the table for all he was worth.

  “Rick?” she whispered.

  “Yes?” he whispered back.

  “I need—” she gasped, then seemed to double over and fall to the floor.

  Rick ran around the table. “Are you okay?” He picked her up and carried her, laying her down on the blue silk bed.

  Groaning, she sat up. “Rick, it’s been so long.” She swallowed heavily. “So long.” She reached out and yanked him down.

  He fell onto her bare chest.

  With a low moan in her throat, she put her mouth onto his and shoved her tongue in through his lips.

  An odd feeling swept through him and he knew this was all wrong. She had been injured and she probably needed a doctor. His body did not seem to listen to his brain. He put his arms around her and pulled her close as he kissed her back.

  Her hands roamed down and pulled him even closer. She broke the kiss with a huge intake of breath. “God, how I missed you!” She rubbed her bare breasts across his wet shirt. Desperately, she pulled his shirt up, put her arms up inside it, and smoothed the skin on his chest with her hands.

  “Sophie?” He pulled back a little.

  She didn’t seem to hear him as she moaned aloud and moved her hands down to his crotch. “Oh yes, just as I remembered,” she cooed with need in her voice while rubbing her hand over his hard patch of jeans there, as her breathing picked up.

  Rick was totally confused; he didn’t even really know this woman. He wanted to pull away from her, but he was pulling the scent of her hair in through his nose instead, and he could not seem to stop his hands from grasping her breasts.

  “Yes!” she exclaimed.

  He caressed her nipples with his hands, lowered his fingers to her clit, and massaged her there in slow circles. The overwhelming need to feel her skin seemed to direct his actions.

  With a desperate sigh, she lay back and opened her legs. “Please?” She was panting breathlessly.

  Feeling some hesitation, he pulled his shirt off and looked down at her.

  “I loved you so much.” She was staring up at him.

  He blinked at her words and felt an alarm go off in his head. He sat back onto his heels. “Now, Sophie, you had a trauma and—”

  “No!” she shouted as she sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. She reached in and grabbed his hard cock. “Mmm,” she moaned.

  Immediately, he stiffened as her soft fingers grasped him. She stroked him with rapid hard strokes. He had already gone hard, but this caused him
to swell painfully.

  Letting go of his cock, she pulled his jeans down further.

  Breathing heavily, all clear thinking flew away as he stood up on the bed. He quickly, took his jeans off. She sat up onto her knees and latched her mouth onto his stiff throbbing cock. He threw his head back as she sucked on him.

  Moaning loudly, she stroked him with her mouth, forward and back several times.

  He thought he would burst as her hot silky mouth caressed him. He reached down and pulled her off. “Are you fucking crazy?” He felt conflicted and full of frustration because he’d lost control. Nothing seemed normal or made any sense. “What are we doing?”

  She sank back onto her knees and put her hands down between her legs “Please Rick, it hurts so much. I need you.” She was rubbing herself. “I don’t know what’s happening, but please!”

  He stared down at her as she massaged herself with a low purring in her throat and he grew hard again at the sound of it. He lay her back on the bed and pulled her knees up.

  “Yes, to have you inside me, again!” She was gasping for air.

  Without effort, he moved his pelvis back. I need to stop; she not in the right frame of mind for this. Again, his body didn’t obey him as he tilted her hips back and plunged high up into her.

  She screamed with ecstasy.

  In answer to her pleasure filled screams, he thrust into her violently and repeatedly. He couldn’t stop now—he had no choice—he just kept plunging into her hot, wet pussy. He was full of lust and heat, and a wild throbbing ran through him as she moaned loudly.

  Her eyes widened, as she seemed to stiffen. “Oh—oh!” she shouted out as she climaxed.

  Lifting her up closer, he continued to pound into her, and felt himself climax inside of her.

  She grabbed onto his shoulders and yanked him down. “You feel the same as you always did, Cutter,” she panted the words out.

  Rick looked into her eyes and saw the bright blue in them. Only one person had ever called him that. He had not heard the name in twenty-five years. “Phoebe?” He was still coming inside of her while the astounding realization hit him.

  “Yes?” she whispered back in a wondering tone.