My Creative Billionaire 3

by Ali Parker

  I rolled onto my stomach and panted loudly as stars danced behind my closed eyes. Never in a million years had I expected pleasure to be so intense, so demanding of me.

  "I've got a pack of condoms in my bag. Wait here." He gripped my ass with both hands and leaned down to lick at me a few more times from behind.

  I moaned and pressed back against him, finding myself addicted to the pleasure he could provide. It scared me how fast he'd learned the movements that made me purr like a kitten.

  There was nothing left to do but enjoy the ecstasy of the moment. I slid my hands along my cold sheets and pressed my face to the comfort they offered but kept my ass in the air. The alpha male that had taken over my creative billionaire was worthy of my worship and would probably shock the world if they ever got the chance to see him, but they wouldn't. He would never allow that.

  That I had was saying a lot. Too much maybe.

  "God, you're beautiful, woman. Did you know that?" He moved up on the bed behind me.

  "Why did you bring condoms to Seattle?" I moved up to my hands and knees and pressed back as he rubbed his erection against me.

  "Because I knew there was a slim chance that I was going to let myself go with you."

  "Did you just bring them for me?" I didn't want to ask because honestly, I didn't want the answer to be anything that would shut the night down.

  "You know I care about you, right?" He moved over the top of me and pressed his fists into the bed beside mine as he pressed the head of his cock inside of me.

  A guttural sound ripped from my chest as I pressed back on him. I needed everything he was going to give me. It had been so damn long since I'd let myself be handled by a man. Every part of me screamed for a long night of drowning in his tight grip, his dark scent, his demanding tone.

  "I know you do." I let my head drop as he kissed the top of my neck and whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear him.

  "Good. Remember that while I fuck you like I don't."

  White-hot need pumped through me as the image came to life. Matt's strong hands on me, his body tucked deep inside of mine. I wanted to touch myself, to feel the elation of an orgasm with his name on my tongue, but I couldn't do it.

  The pleasure would hurt my heart too much.

  After forcing myself to go through the movements of washing my hair and running the soap over my body, I dried off and got dress. The simple acts of getting clothes on exhausted me, and I dropped down in a chair by the window and watched people on the streets of Vancouver living life.

  I had to change my focus. My future.

  Whether things worked out with Matt or not. I had to decide who I wanted in my life and who had to go. There were too many toxic pieces to my puzzle, and I'd lived my life for everyone else up to that point.

  It was time to start living for me.

  *

  "Aren't you beautiful, lass, but so melancholy." A middle-aged bartender with a thick Scottish accent leaned toward me as I slid onto a barstool at the pub down the street.

  "Life has kicked me in the gut." I shrugged and pointed to the bottle of Jack he had behind him. "I'll take a Jack and Coke."

  "Single or double?" He gave me a warm smile.

  "Double, please." I glanced around to find the little place homely, and quite busy for late in the afternoon. Maybe people got off work early on Thursdays?

  "Here you go, love." He set the liquor down in front of me. "You look a little piqued. Care for something to eat? We have the best Fish and Chips you'll ever put in your mouth."

  I nodded. "Yeah. That sounds nice, actually."

  "Excellent!" He bellowed and rubbed his belly as he walked away.

  The sight of him caused me to smile. Matt would have loved to mimic him later in the night. I pulled out my phone and checked for missed calls and messages. I had a few texts from Lanie and one from Damon, but they were just worried about me.

  I hated to leave them that way, but I wasn't ready to talk. Not to anyone.

  "So, lass. What has you up here in Canada?" The bartender returned, and I found myself happy to see him back. Something about him settled my spirit.

  "What makes you think I'm not from here?" I twisted my accent a little.

  He gave me a funny look. "That has to be the worst Canadian accent I have ever heard. For that, your first drink is on me."

  I laughed, feeling a little bit alive. "Well, thank you. I'll try to make it more and more horrid as the night goes on. Nothing like drinking for free when you need to drown your sorrows."

  "And what sorrows does a beautiful, young woman like yourself have?" He leaned a little closer, but nothing inappropriate. The warmth in his eyes made me want to talk. My only problem was that I had no clue how to explain what I'd done, and what happened because of it. It was too long and complicated.

  "My boyfriend and I parted ways on Sunday over a misunderstanding." I glanced down at my liquor.

  "And he's too prideful to explain himself, and you're too stubborn to listen?"

  I smiled and glanced up. "It's the other way around, but you hit it on the head, for sure."

  "And you love him?"

  "So much." I picked up the glass and kicked back a little.

  "Mind if I ask what you do for a living?" He leaned over and pulled out a beer, popping the top and handing it to another old guy who moved up and took the stool on my left.

  "I'm an Advertising Director for a large accounting firm based out of Texas. They have a branch in Seattle, and I live down there."

  "And you're into that corporate American big-building bull shit, are you?" He lifted his eyebrow.

  "Not at all." I finished my drink and enjoyed the painful burn as it slid down my throat. "Can I have another please?"

  "That one is on me." The guy to my left smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Sid. The local artist that painted all this stuff you see in here. Jander is my brother." He nodded to the bartender.

  "Nice to meet you both." I let my eyes move along the walls, not realizing until then that there was artwork lining every square inch of the place. "Wow. How beautiful."

  "Thanks. It was a hobby when I was younger, but my ma and pa talked me into following my dreams, so I did."

  "As did I." Jander finished pouring my drink and smiled at me. "What are your dreams, lass?"

  "To marry Matthew and build a huge art studio together." I shrugged and reached for my drink. "To have a few kids together and grow old beside each other."

  "Matthew your beau?" Sid asked.

  "He was." I turned my attention back to Jander. "But I fucked it up."

  "Then fix it." He winked at me and moved down the bar.

  "Is he always so detailed with his helpfulness?" I glanced over at Sid.

  The old man snorted and chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "He's right on this one, ma'am. Just fix it. No matter what it takes. When you find someone you love, you work around everything and anything to make it right. Whether you're at fault or not."

  "And if they won't listen to you?"

  "You make them."

  "How?" I asked.

  "Plague them to death if you have to, but you force yourself in front of them and tell the truth."

  "And if they won't accept the truth?"

  "You don't move from that spot until they do. If your dreams are wrapped around this young man, then it would seem you don't have much of a choice, now do you?"

  "I guess you're right. I don't have a choice." I picked up my drink and took a long sip. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Damon.

  He'd been such a good friend to me over the years. I owed him the peace of knowing that I appreciated him and that I was okay.

  "I need to take this. Don't let anyone get my seat?" I asked Sid as I slid off the seat.

  "Never. She's yours all night, love." He patted it and smiled, causing me to laugh.

  I pulled the phone to my ear and walked outside to get away from the lively crowd that had shown up. "Hey."

 
"Erica. Thank God. Fuck, woman. We were all getting sick with worry. I was about to send out the National Guard."

  I smiled. It was good to hear his voice. "They won't do you much good. I'm up in Canada for a little while. I just need some time to myself."

  "I'm just glad you're okay." He let out a shaky sigh. "We got your letter of resignation today. I wanted you to know that I'm proud of you."

  Emotion built up in the back of my throat. I squeaked out my response. "Oh yeah? For quitting?"

  "For following your heart. It's hard to try and be someone you're not, and you've done a damn good job of it. You're always welcomed at my firm, and in my family."

  "Thank you," I whispered as another round of tears rolled down my face. "How is Matt?"

  "He's been better."

  "Okay. Well, I'm fine. Thanks for calling."

  "Erica. One more thing."

  "Sure." I turned and wiped at my tears, embarrassed as hell to be crying in the middle of the street on a Thursday night. My mother would have had a meltdown all over me because of it if she'd been there.

  "Do you love my brother?"

  I glanced up at the darkening sky as my heart broke in my chest once more. "More than you or anyone else will ever know." I dropped the call and went back to the bar. Two drinks weren't going to do it.

  But three might.

  Chapter 15

  Matt

  I stood in my studio on Friday morning, staring at a blank canvas with a million emotions plummeting through my chest. I missed Erica so bad it fucking hurt to breathe. If I thought I knew what love was before her, I was wrong.

  "Hey. I need to run up to the studio to do a quick shoot. You need anything?" Sophie walked into the room and crossed her arms over her chest.

  "No. But thanks." I turned back to my canvas. “I feel like I could stick my hand inside my shirt and have enough red to paint this whole fucking city."

  "Matthew." She moved up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. "I wish I could take this from you."

  "I wouldn't give it to my worst enemy." I patted her arm. "Go do what you need to do. I'll be fine. Seriously."

  She hugged me again and walked toward the door. "I'll be back in a little while."

  "Sounds good." I glanced over my shoulder to find her watching me. "What?"

  "You want to come with me in January to Saudi? I would love to have you with me."

  "I don't know. I'll think about it." I turned my back to her. She had a long assignment overseas to check out the newest prince of the middle east. Seemed stupid to me, but she was pretty excited about it. Being a big-time reporter was her dream, and she'd done it. Crazy enough, painting for a living was mine. And I was doing it.

  It was intensely fucked up that it felt like a personal hell now that my love life had fallen apart. Having all the free time in the world to create something only left me with endless time to think. To hurt. To regret.

  I closed my eyes and ran my hands down my face as my chest pulsed, my heart beating in slow, painful throbs. It amazed me how emotional pain could become physical suffering so fast.

  "I miss you, baby." I pressed my palms against my eyes tightly and tried to breathe through the pain. My first time seeing Erica in Seattle was the memory that haunted me the most. We were at the Blink 182 concert, both of us still so unsure of whether we wanted to make a move. Who would be first to step forward and say something, do something, demand something? It was her. Of course, it was. She was brave and fearless, strong and independent. All of the things I wanted to be. My voice echoed in my ears.

  "You've had a crush on me for two years? Why didn't you say something? I could have been taking advantage of your weakness for me a long time ago."

  She laughed and pushed her shoulder against mine before turning back to the stage and hopping up and down.

  I leaned down and picked up my beer, draining half of it as thunder cracked against the sky. A storm was headed our way, and with the roof open and the band singing their guts out, it was perfect. The heavens would open up soon, and I couldn't help but wonder if Erica would be willing to dance in the rain with me. Something told me she would enjoy it as much as I would.

  I downed my hot dogs and finished my beer by the time she dropped down in the seat next to me, covered in sweat.

  "I like you like this." I reached over and gripped the back of her head before pulling her in tightly and kissing her several times in succinct fashion.

  "I like you however you come." She glanced up at the sky and blinked a few times. "It's going to start storming soon."

  "Good. I can't wait to see what color your bra is under that pretty shirt you got on." I chuckled and released her as she gave me a shocked look.

  "You're not at all the guy I thought you were." She turned and slid her hands up my chest. "Or maybe you're exactly who I expected to encounter when you let your guard down."

  "I'm still me." I cupped her face as big fat rain drops fell from the sky. "I'm just another part of him."

  "I like it." She lifted up on her toes as I moved down to meet her. The kiss was deep and so fucking right. It left my insides in knots, my body tight and cock rock hard.

  "You sure, Erica?" I kissed her again. "I've been holding myself back for so damn long."

  She ran her fingers down my cheeks and brushed her nose against mine before licking my lips. "Get me out of here. I've been waiting for this night for two years. I'm sick of pretending I'm not tripping over myself to have you above me."

  "Yeah." I kissed her a few more times and slid my hands over her hips to grip the top of her perfect little ass. "Let's go."

  She pulled from me and reached back. I took her hand and let her lead us to the edge of the crowd before moving out in front of her and pushing through the larger group of people still enjoying the concert. She tucked herself against my back, and everything fell into place. I wasn't a follower. I just needed the right woman behind me to remind me that I was the leader I was born to be. My path just might look a little different than most.

  Stop getting ahead of yourself. This isn't a fucking Disney movie.

  Doubt raped my insides as I turned and walked through the parking lot with her jogging beside me to keep up. I wanted to stay in the moment, but the same demons that reared their ugly ass heads to beat me down seemed to show up at the worst possible time.

  I helped her get into the car and made my way over to my side of the car.

  "Just be yourself tonight. She'll love you or hate you in the morning. Any way you look at it, you were true to form." I got in the car and glanced over at her. "Tonight was fun."

  "Tonight just started." She worked her hair into a messy bun as I pulled out of the parking lot and tried not to react as she leaned over the console and brushed her cheek by my erection.

  "Shit," I mumbled and brushed her hair back as she worked on my zipper.

  "I want you." She glanced up as if asking my permission.

  "Have me." I unbuckled my seatbelt and helped her work my jeans over my hips. My cock popped out of my briefs as she tugged them down, the bastard thick and happy to be free.

  "So hot," she murmured and ran her tongue up my length.

  "Stop talking and see how much of it you can get inside of you." I gripped her hair tightly and moved her over to take me in. The aggressive bastard inside of me woke up, and I lifted my hips as she moved her soft lips down my shaft.

  Her groan caused my balls to tighten, and I pulled at her hair, forcing her back up before setting up a rhythm that would have me crying uncle sooner than I wanted to. She used her hands, her lips, and warm, wet tongue to bring me to the edge before moving back and pinching the tip of my dick.

  "Not yet," she barked at me and glanced up, giving me a warning look.

  It would seem that I wasn't the only one hiding a part of myself. I bit my lips and nodded as I tried to get my body to comply with her demands.

  She moved back to hover over the top of me and let hell reign down on me as I
groaned and thrust as hard as I could. She didn't seem to mind at all.

  "Drink it, Erica," I groaned as I threw the car in park on the side of the road and glanced down to watch her finish the job.

  The cry that left me filled up the car as I exploded. She didn't stop her assault until I pulled at her hair and let out a shaky sigh.

  "Enough, baby. That's enough."

  "More." She swatted my hands away and went back down on me.

  I nodded and let my head drop back as every cell in my body illuminated with pleasure. My words were barely legible to my own ears as I whispered roughly.

  "Whatever you want. Take it. Take it from me."

  A knock at the front door pulled me from the reverie. We'd fucked long and hard that night, our bodies melding into one. For the first time in a long time, I'd given myself over to someone.

  And guilt had followed me into the morning.

  I got up and walked to the door, thinking about how she forgave me for leaving without a word as if she were some whore in the night. She listened to my reasoning and helped me work through it.

  Had I given her the same courtesy? Fuck no. I had slammed the door in her face.

  My father stood on the other side of the door. Damon was on his left and Mitch was on his right. "Matt. We wanted to come over with Mitch. He has something to tell you."

  I didn't hesitate, but reared back and punched the bastard in the face. He hit the ground, and I was on top of him, beating him senseless.

  He didn't need to tell me a thing. Everything was falling into place.

  I could hear Damon and my father yelling for me to calm down, but I simply kept swinging. If Mitch wanted to take my woman from me, he had one hell of a fight on his hands.

  "Get him inside and ice his hands. Dammit." My father picked up Mitch, and half carried him back to the car.