Buying the Barista (Alpha Billionaires Book 2)

by Stella Stone

  Lifting my head, I look at her and see nothing but sincerity in her eyes. “As soon as you stop with the mean girl act, I could be okay with you staying in his life,” I whisper, using my fingers to dash the tears that have fallen.

  Abbi gives me a sad smile, and nods. “No more mean girl shit. I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t mean them. You’re beautiful, and he is completely obsessed with you.”

  My face heats and I know it turns bright red from her compliment. I hope he’s obsessed with me, I also hope that he loves me, and I pray that he’ll keep me—forever.

  “Will you be okay?”

  I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. “I haven’t had much to do with my brother in years. There isn’t really any love lost there, but I guess I had hoped that one day our relationship could be different, so I’ll mourn that,” I admit.

  Abbi nods, taking my hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. “I completely understand,” she whispers.

  We sit like that, me and Abbi, for far too long. In fact, we sit like that until Connery walks through the door from his meeting.

  CONNERY

  I returned Whitaker’s call before I came home, and I gripped the steering wheel so tight that I swear I heard it crack beneath my fingers.

  Fuck Michael Collins and his selfish fucking ass. I don’t know how angry I can really be though since I’m the reason he offed himself. When I said I was going to bury him, and ruin him, I did just that.

  Michael Collins was in so much debt he would never pay it back in a single lifetime. He also owed the government in unpaid back taxes, an obscene amount he could never repay.

  I hated him for what he did to Bexley, and how he didn’t give a fuck about her. I hated him, but I wanted him to suffer longer. The pussy just couldn’t hack it though.

  Walking into the house, I freeze at the sight of Abbi and Bexley, holding hands and talking softly. Abbi’s eyes meet mine, and she gives me a smile. I shift my gaze to Bexley who gives me a sad smile herself.

  “I think I’ll take the rest of the day off. Call me if you need me, Connery,” Abbi announces as she stands.

  I lift my chin with a grunt, ignoring her as I keep my eyes glued to Bexley’s. She doesn’t look devastated, just sad. She stands and slowly walks over to me once Abbi is gone from the room.

  “Got ahold of Whitaker,” I softly mutter.

  Bexley places her palms on my chest, looking up at me with a sad smile. “I’m sad, but mostly for what could have been,” she whispers.

  I nod, completely understanding her words. Wrapping my hands around her wrists I give them a squeeze. I don’t know if I should tell her where I was, if this was the right time or not, but I decide to just blurt it out.

  “I was at my grandmothers. I told her about you. She tried to get bitchy with me, but I informed her that I would cut her funds if she didn’t watch herself,” I state.

  Bexley’s mouth drops open slightly, a sweet little o forming on her lips. “She’s a mean old broad, but I don’t care anymore. You’re mine, Bexley, all mine. I love you,” I whisper.

  I don’t allow her a second to respond before my lips crash against hers.

  Filling her mouth with my tongue, I fuck her, I taste her.

  I fucking show her that I own her.

  EPILOGUE

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  BEXLEY

  It’s been a long two months. We buried my brother, then we had to deal with Mrs. Abbott. The old bitch, is still just that. We don’t like one another. Me because she abused Connery, and her because I’m not rich and she can’t try to bleed my family dry.

  Connery tolerates her, shoving money at her to not only keep her quiet, but keep her away from our house too.

  He’s been at meetings all day about a new programming system that he’s selling, or at least trying to sell. He’s been fighting with the buyers over price. He thinks it’s worth more and they’re trying to lowball him.

  All-in-all he’s been beyond stressed. I plan on alleviating that stress, a little, before I add more onto his plate. Because once I tell him my news, he’s going to completely freak out on me.

  Completely naked, with my back to the door, I wait. I’m standing at the window in our bedroom. I’ve never waited for him in here before, I know that he likes to search all over for me, but this feels like it’s where it all began, and where I should tell him my news.

  I hear the door open, but I don’t make a move. My blonde hair is long down my back, but I know he has a perfectly uninhibited view of my full ass. I hear his breath hitch, then he closes the door behind him and flips the lock.

  His clothes rustle, and his glasses make a noise as he places them on a dresser. Slowly, he closes the distance between us and I feel his cock against the crack of my ass as his lips touch my shoulder.

  “I didn’t expect to find you in here, sexy girl,” he rasps.

  I hum, as one of his hands moves up to my breasts and the other toward my pussy. His fingers play with the hair between my thighs, ever so gently touching me there, until he moves toward my clit. Spreading my legs for him, he groans as he squeezes one of my breasts.

  He dips two fingers inside of me and I moan, arching my back and reaching behind me to grab ahold of the hair at the nape of his neck.

  “Feel good?” he chuckles. Two of his fingers slowly fuck my wet pussy while the others pinch and pull on my nipples.

  I hum, turning my head and pressing my lips against his neck. “Feels amazing, don’t you feel how wet I am?” I unabashedly ask.

  He groans, his fingers moving faster in and out of me while he grinds his palm against my clit. “You’re dripping down my hand, sexy girl. Have you been waiting for me long?” he purrs.

  My hips jerk, and I spread my legs a little more, tipping my hips to give him more room. “Hours,” I admit.

  “Did you play with this sweet little cunt while you waited?” He asks, rubbing his hard thick cock against my ass.

  I bite the inside of my cheek, wishing he would fill me with that dick, somewhere, anywhere instead of just rubbing it against my skin.

  “Yeah,” I breathe.

  He abruptly pulls his fingers out of my pussy and slaps my clit, causing my legs to tremble.

  “Conny,” I whimper.

  His hand presses against the center of my back, and I lift my arms placing my palms on the glass door in front of me, while I bend over.

  Without a word, without warning, his cock slams inside of me, to the hilt. We both let out a moan when he freezes. His hands wrap around my hips, and he holds on tightly, nothing but our panting breaths filling the room.

  Pushing back against him, I whimper, closing my eyes. It feels amazing, he feels amazing. We don’t speak.

  Connery fucks me, and he does it hard and fast.

  He pounds into my body, his hips slapping against my ass with a sound each time. His balls slap my clit and I whine, needing more.

  “Touch yourself, come all over me. I want to feel your pussy’s wetness sliding down my balls, sexy girl,” he growls

  I don’t hesitate. Slipping my hand down my body, I stroke my clit. I’m already close, my fingers working double time to take me over the edge and when I do. I scream out in ecstasy, trembling and panting.

  Connery grunts, slamming into me a few more times before he stills as his warm cum fills my body. My breath hitches, feeling him shoot inside of me, knowing what that sticky warm come is capable of.

  We stand, him deep inside of me, and me bent over and holding onto the glass door with one hand, my pulsing clit with the other, both trying to catch our breaths.

  “You going to tell me, or do I have to guess?” he asks a few minutes later, his breathing still a little short and choppy.

  Connery slides out of me and I turn around, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. “Tell you…?”

  He reaches out, placing his hand on my belly, looking from it, to my eyes. “Say it, Bexley,” he rasps.

  “We’re having a ba
by,” I admit. “The birth control failed.”

  His lips twitch and turn up into a smile. “I love you,” he states.

  I don’t get a chance to say it back, he kisses me, picking me up, then takes me to our bed. Then, he makes love to me. It’s soft and sweet, gentle and extremely tender.

  My orgasm rolls through me like a slow burn until I completely ignite. It’s amazingly beautiful, in every way possible.

  THIRTEEN MONTHS LATER

  CONNERY

  I grip the box tightly in my pocket as I walk toward the restaurant door. Bexley is beside me, her sweet curvy body wrapped up in a soft cotton purple dress.

  I tried to play with her pussy on the way here but she swatted at my arm and giggled. I accepted the giggles, but I’m playing with that pussy on the way home, and she’s going to love it.

  “Table for two, under Abbott,” I announce as we reach the hostess station. The young girl clicks on her computer and then looks up at me, giving me a smile and a nod.

  Pushing my glasses up my nose with my index finger, I press my fingers against Bexley’s back applying pressure and we follow the young girl.

  Our table is in the back, in a corner, as I’d requested. Bexley scoots in and slides right beside her. We order wine, then our meal while talking small talk until the food arrives. The box in my pocket is burning a hole, but I want to wait a bit.

  “The doctor said we could start Analise on baby foods,” she says looking almost sad.

  “Does that upset you, sexy girl?” I ask, touching her chin with my index finger.

  Bexley shrugs. “She’s just growing up so quickly,” she admits.

  I chuckle, nodding in agreement. Our little sweet girl is growing up far too quickly. Deciding this is the perfect time, I take the box out of my pocket and slide it toward her.

  “Not a man of many words, Bexley. Marry me.”

  Her eyes widen and she looks down to the box, then back up to me. Lifting my chin, I motion for her to open it. Slowly, she reaches out and takes the box, opening it with a gasp.

  It’s a gigantic ring, obnoxious really. However, she deserves it, all of it. She hasn’t bitched or moaned, begged or tried any tricks even though I know she’s wanted to get married for well over a year.

  I told her I’d take care of her forever, her and our baby, but marriage would never be on the table.

  I’m a goddamn liar.

  I can’t wait for her to be my wife. I also can’t wait to put another baby inside of her. It’s happening, soon, too.

  “Of course I will,” she breathes. It wasn’t a question, but it’s cute that she thought it was. “This is an unexpectedly beautiful surprise,” she whispers.

  Reaching toward her, I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before I cup her jaw. “You and Analise were that for me, sexy girl. My unexpectedly beautiful surprises,” I admit, leaning forward and brushing my lips against hers.

  We don’t stay in the restaurant for long, choosing to forego dessert and hurry home to consummate our engagement. True to my desires earlier, I play with Bexley’s pussy the entire ride home.

  “Shit, I’m so close, Conny,” she whines lifting her hips, her legs spread wide in the front seat of the car.

  I growl, pulling over onto the side of the road. It’s a dark back road, so I switch off my lights as I shift the car into park and kill the engine.

  “Climb on up, sexy girl,” I grunt, unzipping my pants and shoving them down my hips and thighs.

  Bexley scrambles onto my lap and without hesitation, she aligns my cock with her dripping wet center and takes me in one swift move. Reaching up, I tug the top of her dress down, exposing her tits to me.

  “Oh God, you feel so good,” she moans dropping her head back as she rides me.

  Leaning forward I suck on her tit, plucking her other nipple with my finger.

  “Goddamn,” I moan against her skin as I move over to her other nipple.

  She whimpers, her hips grinding and rolling, picking up speed. Bexley’s hips jerk, her tits swaying and I lean back and watch her. Goddamn she’s sexy as fuck.

  “I’m close,” she cries.

  I know she is, her cunt is fluttering around me, and she’s so goddamn wet it’s dripping down my balls and probably onto the seat of the car.

  It’s so fucking sexy, I never want her to stop.

  “Faster,” I growl, slapping her ass, lightly.

  She moves faster, screaming as her orgasm finally takes over and it’s so hard her pussy squeezes me so tight, that it forces my own out. I roar, the unexpected release rolling through me as well.

  “Conny,” she rasps, falling forward. “Wow,” she breathes.

  “Fucking shit, wow. Can’t wait to see what you do on the wedding night,” I chuckle.

  She giggles, sitting up and clenches her pussy around my cock causing me to groan. “It’s been a while since you’ve been in my ass, maybe I should save that for the wedding night,” she purrs leaning forward and brushing her sweet lips over mine.

  I grunt, not liking that at all. “Two week engagement,” I grumble against her mouth.

  “Oh thank god, now that I mentioned it, I don’t think I could wait longer than that to have you inside of me,” she breathes.

  I shake my head, wondering how I got so fucking lucky. I bought her at an auction, paid to own her, and yet, here she is, making me the happiest mother fucker on the goddamn earth.

  “Let’s go home to our girl. Abbi is probably spoiling the fuck out of her right now,” I mumble.

  Bexley laughs, crawling off of my lap as she adjusts her tits. “Oh, I’m sure that she is. Did you see that she brought her a new stuffed animal tonight?”

  I snort. Yeah, I saw it. Abbi may work for me, but she’s family now. A sister, and a wonderful auntie to Analise. I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t care, I’m just glad that she’s part of our little tight-knit family.

  FIVE YEARS LATER

  BEXLEY

  Analise and her brother, Parker, run through the backyard, giggling so loud that I think they’re going to bother the neighbors. Then I remember that we’re so far away from any neighbor they probably can’t even hear them.

  Sitting under the back patio, I lift my tea to my lips and take a sip. “I halfway expected you naked since I couldn’t find you in the house,” Connery’s deep voice murmurs from behind me.

  I smile, turning my head to look at him. He’s still as sexy as he was over six years ago when I first laid eyes on him. He closes the distance between us, reaching out to touch my nose with his finger before he sits down next to me.

  “How are you feeling?” he whispers.

  He doesn’t have to whisper, the kids can’t hear, they’re too busy running around like crazies. “Tired, but good,” I state.

  I am tired, but it’s to be expected. Chemo will do that to you, make you tired that is.

  “Abbi take good care of you today?” he asks sliding his hand around my shoulder.

  Nodding, I lean my head against his shoulder. “She did. I didn’t get as sick this time,” I whisper.

  Cancer.

  It’s the fucking devil, but mine isn’t as bad as it could be. It was caught early, and the doctors think I should be in remission and make a complete recovery without much of an issue. Connery is nervous, but he tries to hide it for me.

  “Love you, sexy girl. Love everything you’ve given me,” he rasps.

  He’s been more sentimental lately, and I know it’s because of my sickness, but I’m kind of relishing in it. Enjoying being spoiled emotionally, by him.

  “I love you, Conny,” I sigh.

  We stay like that until it’s time for dinner, then we hurry the kids inside and enjoy a family meal. After dinner Connery puts the kids to bed, then takes me to bed as well.

  We don’t have sex, I think he’s afraid to touch me, but he’s held me every single night so tightly that I think he’s more afraid he’ll wake up and I’ll be gone in the morning.

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nbsp; He doesn’t realize it yet, but he will, I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I’m going to be around for a hell of a lot longer. I have an entire life to live with him.

  TWO YEARS LATER

  CONNERY

  Everyone cheers. Our friends surround the head of the table as Bexley blows out her candles. Kids are running around screaming and acting crazy, but I can only focus on her.

  Two years ago I was convinced I’d lost her forever.

  She told me she was stronger than that cancer, and I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t. She proved me wrong. She is stronger, and now she’s been awarded a complete clean bill of health. So we’re celebrating her twenty-ninth birthday in style, with all of our friends.

  “She is truly amazing,” Aldrich murmurs next to me taking a sip of his drink.

  I chuckle, looking way from my sexy girl, to my friend. “She is, but you know all about amazing women, don’t you?” I ask arching a brow.

  His eyes glaze over as he searches for his own woman. He nods, taking another sip.

  “We all are lucky fucks,” Whitaker announces from my other side.

  Aldrich and I both chuckle. But it’s Sterling who speaks. “We don’t deserve them, none of them. Then again, they didn’t deserve the hands they were dealt, did they?” he asks, his eyes taking in each woman in the room.

  “No, they didn’t. Thank fuck we were there to be their knights in shining armor,” I state.

  They all laugh, then they find Bexley. I know they’re all looking at her, watching her with our two children as she cuts cake and they deliver it to guests.

  “Thank fuck she’s okay,” Whitaker whispers.

  I nod, a knot in my throat forming. “Yeah,” I rasp.

  We don’t say anything else, content to watch our families but later that night, in bed with my birthday girl, I tug her naked body beneath mine. Fitting my thighs between hers, I slowly slip my cock deep inside of her always ready pussy.

  “Conny?” she asks, looking up at me.

  Her hair isn’t as blonde as it was before, but I think it suits her better now, anyway. Her golden flecked eyes aren’t as easy to see in the dark room, but I could see them in complete blackness, I’ve stared at them so often.