An Heir For The Billionaire

by Towers, Terry

  "You're stunning Kat." He could hear the admiration in his voice, apparently so did she, her cheeks coloured an alluring crimson in the moonlight. He reached out to touch her cheek, but she stepped back, turned and dove into the water. She surfaced by the pool bar, hoisting her up and onto the platform.

  "Coming?" She called out to him, thirty feet away.

  Kicking off his shoes he was about to pull his shirt up and over his head when the scar stopped him. Looking around he felt confident that if he stayed in the water, in the dim lighting she wouldn't notice. If she did then he could brush it off - maybe. Worse comes to worst he told he the truth much earlier than planned, but spending the week with her and not allowing himself the pleasure of her body was going to be more than he could handle.

  To hell with it. Damon pulled his shirt up and over his head tossing it to the floor, his pants and underwear coming quickly after it, until he was naked with a pile of clothing at his feet. Damon glanced down at the four-inch incision on his right side. Not too noticeable.

  "Damn. You have been working out!" Damon's eyes lifted to see Katrina reclined back against the tiki bar with a wine cooler in one hand the other hand waving a beer at him.

  A sheepish grin touched his lips. "I try to make it to the gym from time to time." She looked stunning, her golden hair cascading down her back and her breasts begging for his touch. The water glistened under the moonlight as it flowed down the curves of her body. His jaw clenched, scared he would embarrass himself and get a full on boner like some teenager just by looking at her.

  "You know... You're like the old Damon, but the 2.0 deluxe version."

  Chuckling, Damon raised a brow up at her. "Never been called that before." Her eyes began to roam his body, wandering up his thighs to pause at his semi-erect dick. Not wanting her to focus on his torso, Damon dove into the water and began to swim towards hers.

  As he reached the bar, he emerged from the water, but didn't pull himself up onto the landing. Instead, he crossed his arms over the side and accepted her offered beer. Opening the top he placed the cap beside him and took a long drink.

  "Come on up." She patted the empty spot beside her. "I want to examine that body of yours a little closer."

  That's what I'm afraid of. "I'm fine."

  She grinned and chuckled softly. "Are you becoming shy or something? I've already seen ya." She motioned towards herself, "and if you hadn't noticed I'm not exactly clothed."

  He let his eyes stroll their way over her body, admiring her. His dick went from semi-hard to rock solid by the time his dark eyes met her blue ones, a brow cocked at her. "Oh, believe me. I've noticed. I never remembered you being such a little exhibitionist."

  She groaned loudly. "And you call me a princess." She placed her wine cooler beside her and leapt into the water.

  Still holding onto the platform, Damon pushed back slightly and looked around him trying to see her under the water. A hand touched his calf, then thigh. Her other hand grasped his cock and stroked him several times before releasing him, making him suck in his breath through clenched teeth, his body tensing. She broke the surface of the water in front of him, placing herself between him and the platform.

  She brushed her wet hair out of her face and wiped the excess water from her face, taking a deep breath in. Her make-up had run slightly leaving streaks of black under her eyes and cheeks, he was surprised at how sexy it looked, like a woman who'd been thoroughly fucked. Face grew deathly serious as she caught his eyes. "Can I ask you something Damon?"

  Ahhh fuck. The scar. She must have seen it. His expression darkened. Might as well get it over with. A part of him was actually relieved; at least it was going to be out in the open.

  Chapter 9

  She wasn't used to being so brazen, but this was Damon so to hell with it. If she couldn't be comfortable enough to be herself, say what she felt, and ask for what she wanted from him then when could she? Right?

  She slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her body tight to him, and using his body to keep her afloat and upright. "So what does a girl have to do to get some action around here?"

  Damon's mouth dropped for a moment; snapping it shut, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips and she felt his rock hard erection jerking against her stomach. He cocked a brow at her, giving her that sexy grin of his that made her heart thump frantically in her chest.

  "Now, what would you mean by action, Miss Alexander?"

  What a bugger. He's going to make me beg.

  She grazed her lips across his. "I mean, I've been throwing myself at you all day and you keep brushing me off."

  "In my defence, the last time was Ralph's fault."

  Katrina fought back the urge to laugh. Instead, she sighed and brushed her lips along the side of his neck and was delighted to feel him tremble against her. "But Ralph isn't here now."

  He groaned softly, his body tensing against hers. "No, he's not."

  Once she reached his collarbone, she ran a string of butterfly kisses back up his neck, across his jaw and to his lips again. She lifted her eyes back up to meet his and kissed his lips softly once more. "So what do I have to do?" She pressed tighter to him, her breasts crushing against his thick, sculpted chest.

  He growled, low in the back of his throat. "What you're doing now might work."

  She slipped one of her hands between them and grasped his thick shaft. She began to slowly stroke him.

  "Th-that, I.... Ya that might work too."

  "Might?" she ran her tongue along his lower lip, before gently nipping at it. "What will push you over the edge?"

  "I'm trying hard to hold off, build the tension," he groaned as she tightened her grip on his dick and began to stroke a little harder.

  "Oh, I think there's enough tension." Her pussy felt like it was on fire, she'd never wanted anyone so damned bad. If he wanted tension, then he'd done a damned good job at building it, and it was appearing that she'd finally begun to break through.

  "If you keep doing that I'll end up blowing it here and kill the chance for action."

  Releasing his cock, she grinned and slipped out from under his arm. Swimming backwards, she watched him as he turned to face her, anguish in his expression. Oh, she'd totally gotten to him. He closed his eyes, and when they reopened the fire and feral hunger had her pussy clenching in anticipation.

  He lunged and began to swim towards her. Letting out a yelp, she flipped to her stomach and began to swim in earnest, her strokes hard and propelling her body quickly through the water. She could sense him approaching, but didn't look back to verify, wanting to make it to the edge before he caught up to her.

  Got it! A sense of triumph washed over her as she reached the edge before him and pulled herself up and onto it, which shocked her. Damon had always been a star swimmer; it wasn't like him to be weak swimmer. However, she'd only beat him by a hair. She'd just rolled onto her back, spread eagle on the cool tile, panting wildly when he reached the side and pulled himself up. She watched his face and frowned, seeing him grimace as he pulled his stunning body from the water.

  "You okay?"

  He laughed lightly, and nodded. "Yeah, of course." Before she could question him further, his body was covering hers, his mouth crashing down upon hers, with the hunger and need that she'd been longing for him to kiss her with since the dance.

  The warm breeze tightened her wet nipples into hardened peaks. Her body relaxed under his, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and she parted her lips, giving in to his probing tongue.

  Now this was more like it.

  The tile was hard under her back, as he gently lowered his body to hers. His erect shaft slipping between her legs and probed at her entrance, but the discomfort of the tile under her was nothing compared to the inferno that had flared up within her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down, hoping to impale herself on him, but it was a useless effort.

  He pulled his lips from hers chuckling softly. Bracing a hand on either side
of her head he stared down at her, humour mixed with the hunger in his gaze.

  She let out an exasperated sigh. "Damon, stop being cruel!"

  His chuckling got louder, throatier. "We have all night Kat." He lowered his mouth to the side of her neck and nipped. A shot of pleasure shimmed down her spine and she writhed under him, clawing at his shoulders.

  She growled softly. "All night means we can do it two, three, half-dozen times."

  Damon chuckled again as his mouth continued its journey along her collarbone and then down her chest. His lips rested in the valley between her breasts. "Baby, a half dozen times? You're going to kill me."

  She moaned as he captured one nipple between his teeth, his tongue flicking as his teeth gently nibbled. She yelped and moaned wiggling against him. As his mouth released the first nipple and captured the second, his hand slipped between them to cup her mound.

  "It would be a wonderful way to die," she gasped as he nipped a little harder and sent a delicious shiver of pleasure and pain through her. He spread her velvety folds and thrust a finger deep into her core as his tongue and teeth teased. It was good, but not enough. She clawed at his shoulders, and bucked against his hand.

  "Damon please!"

  "Oh, I love how you beg me," he murmured, releasing her breast and slowly moving his lips lower, down her torso and to her stomach. With each inch his mouth got closer to the apex between her legs the more intense the throbbing between her legs became and demanding her body for his became. Just when his mouth reached her mound, he stopped and stood.

  "Come on."

  Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at him frowning. Letting out a low, rugged breath she accept the hand he was extending to her. "So cruel," she grumbled as she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.

  As soon as she was on her feet, he pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. Again, she was swept up in the power of his embrace and the force of his lips on hers. Her mind became a blank as the need and yearning flowed through her. She was so wrapped up in the feel and taste of him that she didn't even notice that he'd been backing her up until the back of her legs bumped into something.

  Katrina yelped, tearing her lips from his as she started to topple backwards unto the double-sized wicker longer chair. His arms caught her and set her down gently onto the lounger. Damon stretched out next to her and traced the line of her jaw with his index finger, so tenderly that she could barely feel it.

  His expression darkened, a frown crossing his strikingly handsome features. "We need to have a talk, Kat, before this goes any further."

  Katrina mimicked his frown with one of her own. She didn't like the seriousness of his expression. She laughed lightly, running her index finger along his collarbone and that's when her eyes spotted the scar on his right side. Her soft smile faded as she sat up and pushed his arm that was partially covering the scar away to get a closer look. It was fresh.

  "Were you in an accident?" As she asked the question she knew that wasn't the case. The incision was too perfect, too clean. He'd had surgery.

  "No."

  She fingered the scar. Jesus, no wonder he cringed each time I nudged him in he side. She looked back up to meet his eyes, but she couldn't read him. "What's going on Damon? That scar. That's..." Her frowned deepened. "That scar is over your lung. My God, what's going on?" She had no idea why, but she felt tears welling up in her eyes. A sinking feeling overtook her, rocking her to the core. She almost didn't want to hear what he was going to tell her because - deep down - she knew it wasn't good, she could feel it.

  ****

  Way to kill a mood, he chastised himself. Seeing her face fall into such an intense expression of concern and seeing the tears form in her eyes was tearing him apart. A part of him wished he hadn't brought it up yet, but another wished he'd mentioned it the previous evening before she even came to Houston.

  Flipping over to his back, Damon urged her to cuddle against him. She snuggled tight pressing her face against his neck. "Please Damon, tell me. What's going on?"

  Damon swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he slowly stoked her long, silken locks, watching the strands slowly fall one by one. She closed her eyes, savouring the delicious pull of the strands. Stroking her hair began to relax him, making it easier to say what needed to be said, although he was still deciding on how much of his plan he wanted to share - just yet.

  "I had surgery."

  She slowly opened her eyes. "I figured as much."

  "Well, it was my lung I had a lower lobectomy."

  Her brow creased. "Cancer?"

  Damon nodded.

  "You had lung cancer?" Disbelief was etched in her expression as she looked up at him. "But you're only twenty-nine. And you don't smoke. How..."

  Damon shrugged. "I've been asking myself that very question. But they did the surgery-"

  "And you're cured." she finished for him, the hope creeping into her blue eyes.

  "What did I tell you about finishing my sentences Miss Alexander?" he chastised.

  She grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

  "I'm not cured."

  Her grin faded and the tears began to well back up in her eyes. "I... But you're going to be okay, right? I mean... You'll be fine." A single tear slipped down her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.

  "I don't know. I start chemo next week. Then radiation. I like to think that it's going to turn out okay."

  She opened her mouth to speak and then snapped it shut. Instead, she lowered her face to his shoulder and tightened her grip on his waist. While her sobs were silent, he could feel the tears dripping onto his shoulder. Damn, he wished he hadn't put this on her, but she needed to know. He knew it would have been impossible to keep it from her the entire week.

  ****

  Of all the things he could have told her, the last thing Katrina would have expected to hear was that Damon had cancer and could be dying. The last thing. It seemed so surreal. One minute they were having a great day and the next she was feeling more helpless then ever in her lifetime.

  "Is that why you came to find me?"

  Damon nodded. "Yes. I needed to see you."

  Katrina touched the side of his face, feeling the light stubble beginning to form. "I'm glad you did." She forced herself to smile, but it was hard when all she wanted to do was bury her face against his neck and sob. But she couldn't. She couldn't imagine what he was going through; the last thing she wanted was to make him feel worse.

  "I've been doing a lot of thinking."

  "And..." Where's this going? She shifted on him, crossing her arms over his chest and resting her chin on her arms, eyeing him intently.

  "Everything I worked for-" He waved at their surroundings with surprising detachment. "-It gave me a rush to obtain it all. And I thought I was happy, but when I found out the cancer wasn't gone I did some serious thinking. I've realized that I've never been happy, not since the day I left to go to California."

  Katrina didn't know what to say, so she remained silent allowing him too finish speaking what was on his mind.

  "I hoped and prayed you'd be single when I went to that reunion." He gave her a soft smile. "I never stopped loving you Kat. I know it's only been a day, but time may not be on my side so I want to make the most of it... Just in case."

  She felt the tears threatening to escape once more, as she was reminded of the direness of the situation.

  "Please don't honey. It's going to be okay." He took her hands and laced his fingers into hers. "I feel it. I really do." An unsure expression touched his features sparking her curiosity. There was more he wasn't saying. She could actually see him mulling something over in his head and she needed to know what it was.

  "Damon. Please. Whatever is on your mind, tell me. Don't close up now."

  Chapter 10

  Damon commenced raking his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and savoured the feel. How many times, when they were young, had
they spread one of those old, itchy, green army blankets out on the grass and laid side by side, looking up at the stars as he stroked and played with her hair? Countless. Something about the intimate act soothed her. Always had.

  A cool breeze past over them and she shivered involuntarily. Damon paused, frowning. "Shit, I'm sorry Kat. It's getting cold and we're-" He looked down at them naked and embracing. "-pretty exposed."

  "I'm okay." She wanted to hear the rest of what he had to say, she feared that moving would keep him from completely opening up to her. Despite her words, goosebumps were beginning to form on her arms and legs and she shivered a second time.

  Cocking a brow up at her, Damon shot a look at her that said he didn't think so. Sliding out from under her, he stood and extended his hand to her. "Come on. We'll have some champagne by the fireplace in the den.

  "Should you be drinking?" she asked, accepting his hand and getting to her feet. Damon snorted and rolled his eyes at her, but that was her only response to that question.

  Not bothering to pick up their clothing, Damon took her into the part of his house which led to the den through the French double doors. Closing the door securely behind them, Damon flicked a couple switches and the fireplace lit up and the lights dimmed to a soft, yellow glow.

  Grabbing a soft white blanket from over the back of an antique rocker by the French doors, he draped it over her shoulders and then made his way over to the large, mahogany antiqued bar. Perching herself on the arm of one of the leather sofas, Katrina watched his beautiful body as he walked away.

  The familiar stirring between her legs flared up and a shiver of anticipation rushed down her spine. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him; his body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and definition, even with the angry scar on his right side. He popped the cork of a bottle of champagne that began to spill over onto the bar in front of him and lightly sprayed his bare chest.