Billionaire’s Quarry: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Boxed Set)

by Michelle Love

  I hear the water running and in a few minutes he comes back out with a wet wash cloth and begins cleaning me up. As he runs the warm, wet cloth over me the ache that has been there has me looking at him. He carefully and meticulously cleans my folds clean of his semen, I say, “Please, Blake. Will you please let me feel you inside me now?”

  He shakes his head and smiles at me. “It’s early yet. Don’t you think?” He climbs back at the end of the bed and positions himself on his knees between my legs again. “Now that I have more control over myself, I can tease you a little bit more.”

  Only the head of his dick does he push into me. I gasp as it’s so near to what I crave. “Oh, shit, Blake. All the way in, please,” I moan.

  “Uh, uh,” he says as he pushes it in and out with little motions.

  Taking my hips in his hands, he lifts me towards him as he slips only the rounded head in and out. Little popping noises I can hear as he does it. My arms are beginning to ache as he pulls me back and forth.

  I moan and pull my knees up. “Baby, please, please. I love you, Blake. I need you inside me. All the way, baby, please.”

  He moves, pulling all the way out and runs his hands up my body, leaving little electric rivers as he goes. Past me he goes as he unties me and rubs his hands over each wrist.

  I take in a deep breath and then he kisses me. Soft and sweet his lips touch mine. He moves over me and his cock is hard as he rubs it over my aching clit. “Please, Blake. Show me how much you love me, baby. Then I’ll show you how much I love you.”

  Slowly he presses his long, hard dick into me and lets out a moan as he does. “Damn it, you feel fucking amazing, baby.” He pulls nearly all the way out and moves back in slow and steady.

  Long, slow strokes he makes as if relishing every little bit of me. His arms he wraps around me as he holds me tight to him. “Harder,” I whisper.

  One hard stroke he makes. “Mine,” he says with it.

  “Yours,” I agree.

  Another hard stroke he gives me and his teeth nip my neck. “Mine.”

  “Yours.”

  Then he lets it all go and pounds into me like it’s all he can think about. My body rises to meet each hard thrust. I want him all, every little bit of him I want touching me.

  The way our bodies smack together rings in my ears. It’s as if we are one in the same as our bodies rock together in unison. He lifts his head away from my neck and looks at me as his body tenses. “Mine,” he says between clenched teeth.

  My insides melt and I shiver with the intensity of the hard orgasm and his dick bursts inside me, filling me with his semen. “Yours.”

  He falls on me and I can feel his body shaking with the release. A happiness I’ve never felt before fills me and I whisper, “I love you, Blake. Let me show you.”

  With a groan, he rolls off me onto his back. His dick is veiny and still standing erect. It’s covered in both our juices and I’m watering at the mouth to taste what we taste like together.

  Moving in between his legs I run one hand down his dick then place my mouth at the tip. He moans before I even get it inside my mouth. It’s huge and I doubt I can take it all in, but I’m going to try.

  The first stroke I make goes nearly all the way. I pull back and make sure my tongue presses against the bottom of his dick as I take it into my mouth. He groans and puts his hands in my hair.

  I pull back and go down again. It touches the back of my throat and I gag then it goes further. The noise he makes fills me with a joy I’ve never known. I continue to make long strokes as he makes joyful noises.

  Blake

  Finally! Finally, I feel like Rachelle is really mine. In it for the long haul. Going to be with me forever.

  She realized she loved me last night and I can’t wait to make a life with her. I know I told her I would take things slow for her, but I can’t stop myself.

  I’m going to ask her to marry me. I’m going to buy us a magnificent mansion right here in Los Angeles. She needs to finish school. She has a year left and I don’t plan on spending it in her tiny apartment.

  I’m going to buy her a new car. Something insanely expensive and pretty. Maybe a convertible so her long, black hair can blow in the breeze as she drives it around town.

  Rachelle is every bit as beautiful as any of the movies stars and models who live in this town are. I think she needs showcased for a while. Bring that low self-esteem up a few notches.

  Getting back into college to finish my degree in business is my top priority for myself. I need to have the knowledge to get Rachelle’s restaurant to where she wants it to be. Where the hell ever she wants that.

  I just want to live life right next to her. Forever and always, the me and Rachelle show. Her little, perfect body lies next to mine. She sleeps like a woman who has been loved hard and has not a care in the world.

  That’s how I plan to keep her, feeling loved and spoiled like the little princess she is. My hand flows over her soft skin as she takes in deep breaths. I wrap myself around her and hold her tight to me.

  Wait! That’s what got me in trouble with her last time!

  Okay, I back up and place my hand lightly on her waist. She knows I’m here and I know she’s here. So she shouldn’t get upset if she has to get up to go to the bathroom.

  No punching or leaving should have to take place if I give her the space she needs. Little by little I will invade that large space she thinks she needs around her at most times. Little by little that fear of me leaving her will go away.

  I hope so anyway!

  Her tendency to push people away seems to be breaking down a little. She’s stayed close with Peyton and seems to tolerate Kip just fine. She talks to Max often, and that’s a start to opening up and letting people in. Now I just have to secure the most precious place in her for me to reside in.

  How hard could it be?

  Rachelle

  The room is pitch black and I’m afraid. The bed I lay in is not mine. Mine is soft and small with little blankets all over it. This one is larger than mine and the blanket is scratching my skin.

  Too many people I can hear breathing in the room. I sit up and look all around, finding bed after bed with other kids in them. They all sleep under the same type of gray scratchy blanket I do.

  A dim light I see from far away. I wonder if that’s where my mommy is. She came, and we sat in a room then she left me with a lady and now I don’t know where my mommy is.

  I get up and walk towards the light. Someone sits up in their bed and looks at me then yells, “Hey! Get back in that bed!”

  I turn and run as fast as my small feet will take me to get back into the hard and scratchy bed. I push my face into the pillow. ‘I cannot cry.’ I tell myself.

  My mommy will be back to get me. She must have had something so important to do and she left me here with some people to take care of me while she takes care of that.

  I just know she’ll be back soon. The only light that was shining is gone and I’m afraid of the dark. Didn’t she tell them that I’m afraid of the dark and that I need my Scooby Doo night light? The one Grandpa gave me. I need it. I need it right now.

  The scratchy blanket I pull over my head and try to close my eyes, but they won’t close. I need my mommy. I’ll just lie here under this blanket and wait until she comes to get me. It shouldn’t be much longer. I’ve been here too long already.

  Two times I’ve eaten breakfast here in this place full of kids. She’ll be back soon. I just know she will.

  ***

  Sitting up in the bed, I have to look around to see where I’m at. The bed’s not mine!

  I look over and see Blake sleeping next to me.

  Oh yeah! I told Blake I love him!

  Oh, God! Why did I do that?

  I don’t know what love is. Why would I tell him such a thing?

  Slipping silently out of the bed. I find my bathing suit and the cover up I had on and slip them on. My purse and car keys are on the dresser so I q
uietly take them and leave the room.

  I have to get the hell out of here!

  Blake

  Please let her be in the bathroom!

  I opened my eyes all set to see my sweet Rachelle, and all I found was an empty space. I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom, but she’s not here. Going back to the bedroom I look on the dresser where I saw her purse last, and it’s gone.

  Shit!

  I pull my clothes back on as fast as I can and head out to get into my rental car and go to her apartment. She has to be there. Maybe she just didn’t want to wake me up but wanted to go home and get cleaned up.

  As I start my car. I decide to call her before I take off. The phone rings once then goes straight to voice mail. She’s forwarding my calls. That is not good.

  Putting her address into the cars GPS, I try hard not to drive like a crazy man. It’s hard to know exactly what I did wrong this time to send her running.

  Maybe the way I made love to her was to intense, too kinky. Maybe I fucked up and held her tight again after I fell asleep and that set her off. Maybe she just really doesn’t love me.

  She told me she wanted to only be friends with benefits. She drank some and maybe only wanted to have sex with me and told me what she had to, to make that happen.

  Could she really be that callous?

  I pull up to her apartment and her car isn’t here. Probably a good idea to knock anyway so I get out and go pound on the door. No one answers and then the neighbor walks out.

  He’s in shorts and a shirt with really messed up brown hair. “Dude, she came and left. You missed her.”

  “You sure? I mean I was with her last night and she couldn’t have left that long ago,” I say as I check the guy out. He must be the noisy gamer she talked about.

  “I’m sure,” he says as he shifts his massive weight from one foot to the other. “I heard her slam into her apartment about an hour ago. Then only like fifteen minutes later she took off. I peeked out the window and saw she had a suitcase with her.”

  “She’s left town,” I mumble then turn back. “Thanks, guy.”

  “Not a problem, dude.”

  My heart is melting inside me. The beats sound mushy and my head feels light and airy. She left. Why would she leave?

  Where would she go?

  Why should I care anymore?

  Rachelle

  The tall trees cover the gravel road I run down as I call out over and over again for my mommy. She must be lost and I need to find her before anything bad happens to her.

  “Mommy! Where are you, Mommy? I need you, please come out and see me!”

  The sound of footsteps running up behind me has me skidding to a stop and I turn to see the lady who has been taking care of me and all the other kids. She’s frowning at me. “Rachelle! Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

  She scoops me up in her arms and starts walking back to the place I ran from. I don’t want to go back. “I need to find my Mommy. She must be lost. She should be back by now. Please let me go find her, nice lady.”

  “Honey, she won’t be back for quite some time. A long time, in fact. You have a new home here with us, Shelly.” She pushes my hair back, and a boy comes running up to us.

  “Hey, good you found her. I was worried sick about her.” He runs his hand over my head and he smiles at me. “Don’t run off no more, Shelly. Promise me.”

  “Who are you?” I ask the boy.

  “My name’s Randy, and I’m your big brother from now on, Shelly. If you think you have to do something then let me know and I’ll help you. That’s what big brothers are for after all.”

  The nice lady puts me down and the nice boy named Randy takes my hand and takes me in the house and makes me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk. He sits down with me and we eat our sandwiches.

  “Where’s my Mommy, Randy?”

  He messes up my hair and smiles. “Don’t worry about her or where she is. The thing you need to think about is how great it is that you’re here with us and safe. Really safe. No one will hurt you or leave you while you’re here, Shelly.”

  “How do you know my Mommy used to hurt me?” I ask.

  “Cause that’s what has happened to all of us kids here in this place we call home now. Our parents hurt us and left us, but at least we have this place and each other.”

  “Thanks, Randy. I like you and you have pretty eyes.”

  “So do you squirt? I like you, too. You’re going to make a great little sister.”

  Something shakes me and I turn me head. “What? Who are you?” I ask in confusion.

  A short, dark haired man looks at me. “I’m the guy sitting next to you on the plane to Austin, Texas. You said hello to me before you fell asleep. Don’t you remember that?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I say as I shake my head.

  “I woke you up because you were jerking around and murmuring the word, mommy, a lot. You okay?” he asks with a look of concern on his face.

  Am I okay?

  “Not really. Thanks for waking me up though. Old memories I try to keep away from keep popping up in my dreams. Don’t you just hate when that happens?”

  The expression on his face tells me he’s thinking I’m a little off. “You should probably try to deal with those memories rather than trying to keep them away. That’s very unhealthy. Have you seen someone about that?”

  My eyebrows shoot up and I just turn away from the man. I mean, what an asshole, asking such a question to a complete stranger. I guess no one taught him how to keep his opinions to himself.

  I look out the window, the sun is shining bright and I have a couple of weeks before school starts back up. I wonder if Blake will leave. I wonder if he’ll go back to Lubbock.

  I wonder if he hates me.

  Hard Luck

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Book 5

  By Michelle Love

  Blake

  Bright sunshine blinds me as I drive away from Rachelle’s little apartment. One glance into the rear view mirror and I look at her place, most likely for the last time ever. I’ve called her and called her, but she sends me straight to voicemail.

  My body burns as I remember how me made love last night and into the early morning hours. I know she feels the same way I do. I just don’t know how she could leave me like this.

  I make my way back to my hotel. Kip and Peyton should be told she’s left. Maybe Peyton even knows why and where. With a tap on my cell I call Kip.

  After three rings, he answers. “Yeah mate, we’ll be down to breakfast shortly. Not exactly done with our alone time yet.”

  “I see,” I say. “I just wanted to let you know that Rachelle left and when I woke up I went to her apartment but it seems she grabbed a suitcase and left. At least that’s what her neighbor told me.”

  “That damn girl! Peyton, you have to have some words with that girl. She’s doing such crazy things!” Kip huffs and then sighs. “Poor, little thing.”

  “Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for last night and stuff. I’ll be heading back to Lubbock today. I just need to get my life going and it’s not going to include her anymore.”

  Peyton chimes in, “Let us know when you get back home safely, Blake. You’re still our friend no matter what happens with you and Rachelle.”

  “Thanks, you two. You really are wonderful people and it’s a pleasure to know you. I’ll call when I get home. Goodbye.” I end the call and feel like I’m dead inside.

  I wonder if this is what Rachelle feels like since her mother abandoned her all those years ago. I wonder if it ever goes away.

  Rachelle

  “Thanks for picking me up Grandpa,” I say as he drives me out to their home.

  “Not a problem, Shell. Always glad to have you back home. Los Angeles isn’t your home. This is.” He reaches over and pats the back of my hand and offers me a smile. “So, who’s the fella you’re running away from this time?”

  I jerk my head to look at
him and my mouth falls open. “What makes you think there’s a man I’m running from?”

  “You and your mother both do the same thing. When you feel threatened with commitment you both run back home. She’s there now as a matter of fact.” He looks at me as he says the last words.

  I’m sure my face goes into the usual state of no emotion. She’s the last person I wanted to see. It’s pretty obvious what she did to me has me unable to form relationships and now I have to see her, to hang out with her.

  No!

  “Grandpa, I had no idea she was here. I’d rather not see her. I’d rather not deal with her. Is she drunk yet, today?”

  “She’s quit drinking. For now, at least,” he says with a shrug. “You never know how long that will last. I need to tell you something, Shell. It’s been a family secret for far too long. Your mom hasn’t always had it so easy. You see, your grandmother is not her real mother.”

  My jaw drops and I gasp. “What? What do you mean?”

  “When your mother was four, her mother, who was not my wife, was killed in a car accident. Your mother was with her and Tabitha survived. Somehow she always thought it was her fault as she was having a temper tantrum because she wanted to go play at the park, but her mother was too busy to stop that day.” He looks at me with sad eyes.

  “You two weren’t married?” I ask in complete confusion.

  He shakes his gray head and frowns. “I’ve always been married to the woman you know as your grandmother. I was contacted by the hospital about Tabitha being in the wreck, because I did sign her birth certificate, giving her my last name. I’d been to see her a handful of times, but I never did take care of her, or her mother, Coleen.”

  “Grandpa, no!” I say in disappointment. “You were a deadbeat dad?”

  “I was.” He nods. “Anyway, I had never told my wife about the little affair and who came from it. But I had no real choice after Coleen died. I told the woman you know as your grandmother about it and how I had a daughter who needed me. She was the saint she always is, and she accepted your mother like she was her own.”