Vagrant: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Voss, Deja

  “You don’t have anything to worry about, Molly,” I hear Cheryl assure her. “You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.”

  I climb down the ladder and peek my head through the doorway. Her face is red and streaked with tears. There are bags under her eyes and she looks so tiny, so fragile, not the confident and unstoppable girl I’m used to seeing. And it makes me feel like shit.

  “I’m sick of people saying that to me!” she shouts. “I DO trust everyone. That’s why I’m always in situations like this. I’m so stupid!”

  I run to her. I have no other option. I don’t want to do things that make her hurt, even if it’s for her own benefit. Her eyes widen as she sees me, but the anger on her face stays. I go to hug her and she swats me away.

  “What the hell is going on here?” she cries.

  “Come see,” I assure her. I take her by the hand and she reluctantly follows me into the main room of the studio.

  “Your boy’s a genius,” Cheryl says. “Look at this place.”

  “Holy crap, it’s amazing” Molly sighs. “You did all this? Why?”

  “Because I wanted to show you that I’m working on being the man you deserve. Cheryl needed some help, so I offered to step in. Turns out I really like doing this kind of stuff. I felt terrible hiding it from you, but I was going to surprise you when I was done.”

  “Except he’s never going to be done,” Cheryl laughs. “People in town are lining up to hire him as a contractor.”

  Molly just hugs me. She’s still crying, but at least I know I can make it better.

  “Don’t hide stuff from me,” she says. “I don’t like surprises.”

  “Think you can handle one more today?” Cheryl asks her.

  She puts her head in her hands.

  “I’m going to see a doctor when we get back from our trip. Cheryl helped me get an appointment. If there’s something wrong with me, I need to find out. I want to be around for a long time so I can take care of you for the rest of your life.”

  “For real?” she asks, her cute little face smiling up at me.

  I nod and plant a kiss on her lips. “Now you better get out of here, or my boss is going to get mad.”

  The way she hugs me, her warm body squeezing me tight, it feels like something all-encompassing, it feels so much like home to me. I really do love this girl. And now I feel like I can actually tell her, now that I’m able to contribute to her.

  “Hey,” she says, “just so you know, Moss stopped by my place today looking for you.”

  “Oh shit, are you ok?”

  She nods her head yes, but her eyes tell me otherwise. “I’m gonna get out of here. You get back to work. Have a good day.”

  I feel like I should say something, but I’ll save it until we get home. “One more surprise, though,” I say. I reach underneath the tool bench and pull out a big white bag overflowing with black tissue paper. “Wait til you get home to open it.”

  She kisses me on the lips. “You didn’t have to do this.”

  “I wanted to. I was going to save it for the trip, but I don’t think I can wait.” I know I can’t wait. I wish I was going to be there to see the expression on her face when she opens it. Just thinking about it is making me hard as a rock. Hopefully she feels the same way. “It’s just a little something that reminded me of you.”

  She says her goodbyes to Cheryl and I watch her curvy ass as she walks out the door. With so much drama today, I know she’s going to need exactly what’s in that bag tonight. I know by the way my zipper feels like it’s going to rip right out of my jeans that I’m going to need it, too.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Molly:

  My heart is on fire as I head home from the yoga studio.

  I feel like someone finally let go of my neck after being choked for a long time. I can breathe. And it feels so sweet. Seeing Tucker all sweaty and dirty definitely is a turn-on I never knew I possessed. Knowing he’s that way because he wants to get serious with me, that he’s trying to be a better man for me, about pushes me over the edge and makes my uterus explode.

  Hearing him say that he’s going to go to the doctor lets me believe that we can start unraveling his past and tying up loose ends. It’s such a scary thought, starting to unravel that ball of yarn and all the things we might find out, but as long as the two of us do it together, what could go wrong? I love him for who he is, not what he is or who he was.

  My only concern now is how I’m going to tell Josh this story is not going as planned. I’m still on the hook for a hefty advance if I can’t make it work, a hefty advance I threw towards freeing a man who just told me he beats women.

  I walk into my bus and begin tidying up the mess I made this morning when I was throwing things around. I’m going to call Josh today. I have to. It’s the responsible thing to do. He’s my agent after all, and I’m sure he has some advice for me. If Tucker is brave enough to face the consequences of his life choices, I sure as hell can face mine.

  God, he’s so sexy, I think, smiling. Everything about him overwhelms me. I was going to just wait until he got home to open this gift, but I want it now. I want to be close to him. As thoughtful as he is, I’m sure a lot of effort went into this present. I begin pulling out the black tissue paper and my eyes grow wide.

  I gasp.

  I bite my lip.

  I feel my lady parts waking up, and I know it’s going to be a long four hours before he gets home.

  * * *

  I really should probably make him a romantic dinner for when he gets home, but I don’t want to waste a second on eating. We can order takeout later. I hand Dolly a bone the size of her entire body which will hopefully keep her distracted for the duration.

  I look at myself in the full-length mirror, chills running down my spine. I’ve never owned something so salacious before in my life, and standing here in this black corset with the bra cups cut out and the thong that ties into a pretty bow in the back, like I’m some sort of slutty Christmas present, turns me on. Knowing he picked this out for me, that he knew how good I would look in it and how sexy I would feel in it is so hot.

  The other goodies in the bag, those are a different story. I’ve laid the assortment of toys out on the bed, the nipple clamps with the long metal chain and the narrow plug that I have only read about in dirty books. Apparently the man has particular tastes. I’ve seen it in the way he dominates me in bed, how he loves pushing me further than I’ve ever been before, but opening this package up and getting a look inside at what he really wants to do to me…

  It’s been the longest day of my life. I’m excited, I’m nervous, and I’m so riled up. The one thing I’m not is scared. I trust that he won’t hurt me. I trust that he knows what he’s doing. And if this stuff is somehow intertwined with his past, I don’t care. He had to learn somewhere, and I’ll gladly be the one to submit to his needs and skills.

  I light some candles and turn off the lights. I lay on my bed waiting for him, my heart racing. I hope this is what he wanted.

  I hear the key turn in the door, hear him walk in and take off his boots, the smell of his bodywash filling the bus, so clean and rugged and manly. My heart nearly stops beating when we make eye contact. In the dim glow of the candlelight, he looks overwhelming. Tall. Dark. Ripped.

  He grabs my chin in his big strong hand, squeezing just hard enough to let me feel his intention. “Get up,” he growls. “I want to see you.”

  I stand in front of him in the skimpy lingerie, feeling more naked than I ever have in my life under his glare. He just nods in approval as I turn and show him the back, the silence only heightening my other senses. I swear I can feel his breath on my body, even though he’s a few feet away. My skin breaks into goosebumps as he finally brushes his fingers up and down my arm.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. He kisses the back of my neck and I shiver. I know my panties are dripping, my pussy wide awake and swelling with need.

  He runs his hands
all over my body, touching every inch of me as I stand in front of him as if he’s examining me, leaving his mark on me, showing me he has total control. I jump a little as he crests the skin of my inner thighs, my mind begging him to go further, my mouth not daring a word.

  His hand brushes over the thin cloth of my thong and I instinctively grind against him, aching for more of his touch.

  “Such a greedy girl,” he says, pulling his hand away. “You’re so wet, Molly. Are you excited for me to use your beautiful body?”

  “Yes,” I hiss, my voice wavering.

  “Are you going to let me give you what you need?” he asks, his hand tracing up my stomach, up my sternum, resting around the sensitive skin of my neck.

  “Yes,” I say, my eyes lighting up.

  “And if you want me to stop?”

  “I’ll just say the word,” I promise, although that’s never been the case so far. Tucker knows how to just barely straddle that line between overwhelmingly wonderful and way too far. I trust him, and whatever he wants to do to me. I trust him to know exactly what I need.

  “Good girl,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

  He grabs the clamps from the bed that I laid out, and as I hear the chain jingling, my whole body tenses. This is going to hurt so deliciously good. He cups my breasts in his hands, planting warm wet kisses all over them. He takes my nipples in his mouth like a starving man, working his tongue around them until they are hard little sensitive nubs peeking out from my areolas. The feeling of the metal on my skin, that very first pinch, elicits a loud yelp of mostly pleasure tinged with surprise, and he presses his lips to mine, catching my moan as he gives the chain a gentle tug.

  “You deserve so much more than clothespins, Molly,” he laughs deviously in my ear. “How does that feel?”

  It feels like I’m gushing down my leg. It feels like even though all the pain is concentrated in my tender breasts, the only thing I can focus on is my throbbing pussy.

  “So good, Tucker,” is all I can manage as he gives the chain another tug, this time further, stretching my small breasts into perky peaks that flow over the tops of the corset. He lets it go, the weight of the tiny chain enough to serve as a throbbing reminder that the clamps are there.

  “I’m sure you know what this is for,” he says, picking up the glass plug from the bed, holding it in front of my face. “This is my way of showing you how much I care about your body. I am going to fuck you in that perfect ass of yours someday, but I want you to be ready for me. You’re so tight, Molly. You’re going to have to practice before you’ll be able to handle me inside you.”

  I remember how good it felt the first time he slid his fingers inside that dark place that no one had ever touched before. I hear the lube sputter from the bottle, and soon he’s pulling my thong to the side, spreading me open, and circling my tight rim with the tip of it.

  “Just relax,” he says. “You can take it.” I feel the tight ring of muscle stretching to accommodate the cold glass, feeling every millimeter of it as it begins to slowly slide in. It feels huge inside of me, and my knees buckle as I let out a loud yelp.

  “Shh,” he says, grabbing my hand. “You’re going to be ok. Squeeze my hand.” He begins working it in and out of me slowly, pushing the wide base just a little further each time. I dig my fingers into his hand, my legs trembling. He squeezes back as if in reassurance. I take deep breaths, knowing with every bone in my body that he’s not trying to hurt me, trusting him, letting him teach me new things about myself, new gateways to pleasure through every pulse of pain.

  “You’re doing so good,” he groans. “Do you know how happy you make me when you let me use your tight ass? Do you know how hard you’re making me right now?” He slides the plug the rest of the way in and I shudder. My clit throbs violently, desperate for attention. I clench my muscles around the fullness in my ass, but it offers little relief to my desperate need front and center.

  “How do you feel?” he asks, tucking my thong back in place, kissing the backs of my thighs as I try and adjust to the sensation.

  “Full,” I say. “Desperate. Please, Tucker, fuck me,” I wail.

  “Mmm,” he growls in approval. “Looks like my little slut is back. Just the way I like you. All plugged up and begging for my cock.”

  “Please,” I say, tugging at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his perfect body, ravenous to feel him inside me, stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched. The palm of his hand connects with my bare ass cheek, the loud smack taking me out of my place of desperation and bringing me right back to letting him take the lead. So many sensations are ripping through me, and just when I start to relax, he just pushes me that much further.

  “You have to be patient,” he warns. “We’re just getting started.”

  He positions himself in between my legs, his breath hot on my sticky thighs. As he runs his fingers over the thin fabric covering my mound, I feel like I can’t hold off anymore. I moan loud and hard as he presses harder and harder.

  “Does my dirty slut need to cum?” he teases, pulling his hand away.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He pulls my panties down my legs and grunts when he sees the slickness in front of his face. “God, you’re soaked,” he growls. He dips a finger inside me without any resistance, pulling it out and bringing it to my lips.

  The taste of myself on my tongue is familiar but dirty and depraved, and yet I take his finger in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, eager to please him. He explores my folds with his other hand, and I grind my hips into him, aching for release.

  “That’s so good, Molly,” he whispers. “Are you going to cum for me?”

  I groan into his finger as he presses his thumb into the flesh of my clit, feeling my wetness overflow down my thighs. It’s as if he’s an expert at this, knowing exactly where to touch me, knowing exactly what I say, and in no time at all, my knees go weak as I explode all over his hand.

  He hungrily laps at my folds, moaning into me as if to show me this is just as enjoyable for him as it is for me. By the time his pants hit the floor, I’m a wild mess, aching for him in every possible way.

  He grabs me by the hips and lays me on the bed in one fell swoop, reminding me of his strength, reminding me of the control he has over my body. I am just a trembling mess, letting him take the lead, letting him drive me further over the edge than he’s ever taken me before.

  Tucker spreads my thighs, his gorgeous naked body towering over me like he’s going to rip me in half. I hope he does. I need to feel him inside me right now.

  He’s hard as ever, and even though I’m soaked, wide open and waiting for him, as he begins to inch his way inside me, it feels like I’m being stretched to the max, the pressure in my ass overwhelming me to near tears.

  His tongue traces my shoulders, my neck, he moans into my ear as he finally makes his way all the way inside me, and I arch my back, groaning in ecstasy. My eyes roll back in my head, these new sensations tearing through every inch of my body.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy like this. I’ve never felt you so wet before,” he moans, pumping slowly in and out, every thrust reminding me of the fullness inside me.

  He unclamps my nipples and all the blood rushes to my tender breasts at once, making me scream, making me shatter. My pussy contracts, and I come undone again.

  “I knew you’d love that, Molly,” he whispers. “Seeing you cum like this, God, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

  I feel his familiar jerk and twitch inside me, and he presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, taking my mouth with his tongue as he fills me with everything he has. He’s inside me, every part of me and I love it. I love the control he has over me, the fact that I can trust him with every single of inch of me, trust him fully to show me pleasure I’ve never known I was desperately craving, trust him fully to be the man who will love me and take care of me, and never cause me pain unless I want him to.

  But
does he feel the same for me? Will he ever let me inside him? Will he ever be fully vulnerable and open, or am I just to take whatever little hints he’s willing to give me and spend my life in the dark?

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tucker:

  Her naked body rests on top of mine, curled up in a soft little ball, our skin kissed with sweat and our breathing beginning to settle back into something a little more normal.

  “You ok?” I ask her. I can tell by the way she came for me over and over again that she’s happy and satisfied, but there’s more to it than that. I want to make sure that no matter how much I push her for my own pleasure, that I don’t push her away.

  “I’m wonderful,” she purrs, smiling up at me with those big green eyes.

  “You’re an amazing woman, Molly. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. Not just because you let me play with you, either. You make me a better man. I don’t know anything about where I came from, but something about you makes me feel like I’m home.” I can’t hold it in any longer. I need to tell her so she knows how serious I am. I need to let her know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep her forever.

  “You need to help me find out who I was. We can’t go on like this without me owning up to my past head-on. I want to do the right thing.”

  She runs her fingers through my beard. “You know I’ll do whatever it takes,” she whispers.

  “I need to stop trying to rewrite my history. No matter what it was, all that matters is my future. And the only thing that matters is that you’re a part of it. I love you, Molly. I love you more than anything in the world.”