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

by Michelle Love

  “Bye, Shelly.”

  How in the hell am I supposed to fix this?

  Blake

  Her lips taste sweet as I take them in a deep kiss. Her arms run around me and over my back. She loves the muscles on my back. I love the way her soft skin feels against my back and a chill runs through me as she lightly rakes her nails over it.

  I run my tongue over hers and it feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. The way her breath is moving in and out of her lungs I can feel as I hold her tight to me. I pull my mouth from hers and kiss her all the way down until I find her ample breast and pull it into my mouth, licking and sucking as she moans with pleasure.

  Her pleasure is all I can think about. Making her feel good, no not good, great, fantastic, that’s how I want her to feel. She’s so special and precious and she’s mine. I lie her back on the bed and move my body to cover hers. Her legs run back and forth over the back of mine and she spreads them in an invitation.

  I don’t want to give in to her just yet. I want to make her wait a little, feel a little more of just us, skin to skin. Pulling back from her, I look at her and run my hands over her beautiful body.

  She looks up at me with those dark blue eyes, shining in the dim light and looking at me like I hung the moon. I would for her if I could. I’d go to Hell and back for this woman.

  Only allowing my fingertips to come in contact with her velvety smooth skin, I start at her face. I trace the delicate outline, running the tips over her smooth jaw line then down her neck, dipping them into the hollow at the very bottom of her throat.

  Her eyes bore into mine and I have to look away for fear I’ll lose the focus I want to give to her body. Over her collarbone I trail my fingers then to her shoulders. The creamy colored skin begs me to kiss them and I lean over and press my lips to the smooth surface there.

  My body is aching to do more, but I hold back what I want to please her, to make her feel special, and loved. My fingers roam down her arms and I briefly intertwine our fingers and I look up to find her smiling sweetly.

  Letting them go, I continue my journey and run my fingers over her tight stomach. Her body quivers and I run my fingers lower. Over her little nub I make a brief stop to tap it a time or two then I move on down, inside her thighs and then down her legs all the way to her toes.

  I leave a kiss on the top of each foot and get off the bed, standing beside it and looking down at her. She is perfection from the top of her beautiful head full of long, black hair to the last pink painted pinky toe. She is perfect and extraordinary and she is mine.

  Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to protect, and mine forever and always. She holds her arms out to me and beckons me to come to her. I lean over and take her soft, pink lips with mine and feel like I might cry for some reason.

  She’s all I want, all I need, but for some reason my heart is filled with an ache I don’t understand. Moving my body over hers, I press it against hers so I can feel her beneath me. It’s not enough and I take a handful of her hair as I kiss her hard.

  My body shakes with emotion. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can feel her but it’s not enough. Her body arches up to mine, but I can’t seem to get inside her. It’s like my dick is somewhere else.

  I grind against her body and kiss her even harder, but I’m left feeling empty. In frustration I yank my mouth off hers and roll off her. Looking up at the ceiling, I can see little white lights glowing in it and they get bigger and bigger until I can see nothing but white, bright light.

  I can’t breathe! I can’t see!

  Air finally fills my lungs and I sit bolt upright. Blinking my eyes, I find I’m in bed at my house and alone. I look over as I try to catch my breath and see the place next to me is empty.

  Then I remember that she’s not here with me in Lubbock. She’s not mine anymore. I tell myself to calm down and lie back. This is only the first night, it will get better, it will get easier.

  Please let it get better!

  Rachelle

  I lie on my sofa and look at the ceiling as my mind is numb. The front door opens and Blake is standing there, dripping with water as the rain pounds down on him.

  I stay where I am, afraid if I move he’ll disappear. He comes inside, not bothering to close the door and strips away his clothes with each step he takes, his blue, brown eyes never leaving mine.

  My hand runs over my skin and I realize I have no clothes in either, but I don’t recall getting undressed. He’s on me in an instant. His wet body all over mine and he slides over me then he’s inside me as his mouth takes mine in a heated kiss.

  He grinds into me and I arch up to meet his deep thrusts. His hands roam all over my body and he’s igniting sparks all through me. His kiss is so hard and demanding. I kiss him back as he thrusts into me.

  Blake takes a breast in one hand, squeezing it and tweaking the hard nipple. His mouth leaves mine, and he takes the breast, sucking it hard, making my stomach tighten with each long pull he makes on it.

  With no control I groan at the sweet sensation and writhe under his body. Long, deep strokes he makes and I’m hot with a need for him I’ve never experienced before.

  He’s pounding into me and his hands are everywhere caressing my body, but it’s not enough. I yell with the empty feeling and arch up to get him to press harder into me.

  Moving as fast and hard as possible, he strokes, but it’s not enough. I twist my head and wiggle until I’m away from him. I turn to my side and look at him as he fades away.

  His eyes are the last thing I see and they’re full of pain.

  I sit up and gasp as I take in air and realize it was all just a dream.

  The lights in my apartment are all still on as I fell asleep on the couch. This is not how things end for us. I never want things to end for us. Not ever.

  It’s obvious this is something I have to fix and I can’t let much time go by before I fix things. With every minute that goes by without Blake knowing how I truly feel about him, I fear he fades further away from me. If I wait too long, he’ll be gone for good.

  Blake

  It’s two in the afternoon, the little crappy bar I used to go to should be open and I can drink the day away while I whine to the bartender about how crappy my life is turning out.

  I pull my truck into the parking lot and see three cars there.

  Good, I’m not completely alone in my misery.

  The air smells of stale beer, peanuts, and cigarette smoke. Two people sit together at one little table with a couple of mugs of beer between them. They speak in hushed whispers as I open the door, letting in an unwelcomed stream of sunlight.

  I quickly shut the door as the three inside shield their eyes from the damning light. “Sorry,” I say quickly.

  Behind the bar stands a woman, maybe fifty with fading red hair with a fair amount of gray in it. “How you doin’ today, partner?” she asks me.

  I take a stool in front if her at the bar and answer, “Terrible. What do you have that can cure a broken heart?”

  She fills a mug with draft beer and smiles as she pushes it in front of me. “This one is on the house, partner.”

  I nod and smile. I’m going to leave her one hell of a tip before this night is over. I take a long drink and feel the cold as it flows down my throat and into my stomach. “How long do you think it’ll take before it takes the pain away?”

  “Depends. How deep is the pain?” She winks at me as she runs a white cloth over a shot glass.

  “Very,” I answer. “Tell me, do you know a lot about abandonment issues? I’m sorry, how rude of me. My name is Blake, and yours is?”

  “Tanya. Nice to meet you Blake. Abandonment issues huh? Well, most people have them, at least to a certain extent anyway. You see even great parents can’t always be with their kids entirely as they get through those young years.”

  “My girlfriend was given up when she was three. Her parents are both crazy as shit, her father lives under a bridge, so I do mean legitimatel
y crazy, okay?” I pause to take another drink.

  “Under a bridge, huh? Keep going,” she says as she takes the peanuts that are on the bar in front of me and throws them away, replacing them with some fresh out of the glass jar. “I’m putting out the fresh peanuts for you, Blake.”

  I take one and pop it in my mouth. “Thanks, Tanya. So like I was sayin’ she comes from nutty stock and has some deep issues. I guess I’m an idiot because I thought I could love her so much she’d stop being a crazy person with a load of insecurities.”

  “How long have you known this person, Blake?”

  “A while. We’ve had bouts where we weren’t together, but we always came back to what we have. It’s special, different. When I first laid eyes on her I just knew she was the one. And I know she loves me, but she’s the type who leaves when she feels pretty much anything at all. I have this feeling she doesn’t like to feel anything too deeply.”

  Tanya stops wiping the bar down and looks at me as I suck down the rest of the beer. “So what do you want with her then?”

  Her question has me struck dumb. I think about it as she pours me another one and places it in front of me. “I love her. That’s all I have.” I shrug my shoulders. “Does that make sense?”

  “I hear it all the time, Blake. All the time. People can make each other crazy as hell, but it’s that love thing that keeps them giving it another shot. So where is this crazy chic now?”

  “Los Angeles, and I’m not going back there no matter what. So if you hear me talking about going back to make her see the light about us and what we have, just tie me up somewhere until I sober up and get back into my right mind.” I take a drink and shake my head. “My heart can sometimes overrule my brain. I need to use my brain a lot more though. The old ticker has taken a beating and isn’t up to making any decisions.”

  “Will do,” she says as the door opens up and I go temporarily blind.

  “Hi, Mom. Need any help?” I hear a girls’ voice ask.

  “You could sweep and mop for me, Tilly.” Tanya says.

  The door closes and a tall, willowy blonde walks past me. Her arm brushes against my back and I lean forward to get away from her. My body tenses as she turns back and smiles at me.

  “Sorry.” She goes behind the bar and kisses her mother’s cheek. “I just got back from Dallas. The shoot took forever. Did you miss me?”

  “You bet,” Tanya says with a smile. “I missed not having to pick up things you left lying around. I missed going to bed at a reasonable hour without your music keeping me awake. Yeah, I’d say I missed you. When do you think this modeling thing will start making you enough money to get your own place, Tilly?”

  The girl, who must be in her early twenties, looks at me and grins. “I think my mother is ready for me to leave the nest.”

  I raise my eyebrows at her and take a drink. “My parents never wanted me to leave so I have no idea.”

  Tanya laughed. “I don’t really want you to leave, Tilly. Just clean up after yourself now and then.”

  Tilly walked back around the bar and sat next to me. “So, what’s up with you, why you here drinking so early in the day?”

  “He’s in love with a cuckoo bird with abandonment issues. Leave the man alone, Tilly. The broom and mop are in the back in the closet.”

  Tilly rolls her light blue eyes at me and gets up. “I’ll do the chores, Mom. But then you owe me a couple of drinks.”

  I look back at Tanya behind the bar and think to myself that the fruit fell pretty far from that tree. Her daughter is gorgeous and Tanya doesn’t look a thing like her. “She must look like her father,” I say without realizing it’s come out of my mouth.

  “I don’t know. I never met her father.”

  I choke on my beer and look up at her. “How in the hell is that?”

  She laughs. “She’s adopted, Blake. I got her when she was seven. She had some problems. Maybe talking to her can help you understand your girl a little better.”

  Maybe it could, but do I even want to understand? Maybe it’s better just to try my best to forget about Rachelle.

  Rachelle

  I called and texted Blake again, hoping the light of day had him not quite so mad at me that he’d ignore me all together. No such luck though as the call went straight to voicemail.

  My brain is struggling with what I should do. I’m pretty sure he’s back home in Lubbock, but not one hundred percent as Max won’t help me find that out. One little phone call to his brother-in-law who lives next door to Blake and is now the guy Blake calls his right-hand man, whatever that means, could let me know for sure if he’s home.

  It’s getting to be nearly noon, and I’d like to be on my way to wherever he is by now, but with no real clue I’m stuck here waiting and wondering and worrying about him.

  Now that I know how he felt all those times I left without telling him a thing. I will never do that to another person as long as I live.

  It’s excruciating!

  My phone rings and I jump and grab it up off the table. It’s Lexi and I hurry to answer. “Hey, Lex.”

  “I can’t talk long and I’m hiding that I’m calling you from Max, but I wanted you to know that I called my brother, and he said Blake made it home last night. So he’s alive. Max did try to call him this morning to be sure he was alright, but Blake didn’t accept his call either.”

  “I wonder why he’s cutting everyone out,” I say as I step into my shoes. “It’s not like him.”

  “Max thinks it’s because he’s really going to try to get over you. Are you going to just sit back and let that happen, Shelly?”

  “What would you do?” I ask her, knowing full well that even though Max tore me a new one last night that Lexi, and he went through some bad shit before they finally got it all straight.

  “You don’t want to repeat any of my mistakes. Make your own, or better yet, don’t. Just find the guy and tell him you love him and marry his ass.”

  “Find him, huh? Thanks for the advice, Lexi. And thanks for letting me know he’s okay, I really appreciate it.”

  “Max is coming, bye and remember this is our little secret, Shell.”

  The call ended, and I envisioned Max catching her in the act and her coming up with some crazy story that gave too many details, letting him know she was hiding something from him.

  Okay, so now I know he’s in Lubbock, but how do I get to him in less than the two days it will take me to drive there? And I need to make a stop at my grandparent’s house too before I get to him.

  Time to get a plan together and get moving on it!

  Blake

  “So, let me get this right,” I say as I pass the ketchup over to Tilly. I got hungry and ordered Tilly, Tanya, and me some food from the little café next door. “You’re only twenty-five and have been married twice and are about to get engaged you think to another guy.”

  Tilly takes a giant bite of her cheeseburger and nods. A little mustard got left on her cheek and I take a napkin and wipe it away. Her tongue darts out to lick it off, and she smiles. “Thanks, and yes. It’s all about the first part of love that I crave. When it gets all settled in and the men start acting like themselves, you know farting in front of me and scratching their private parts, that’s when I have to end it.”

  “Really? So, if I do get back together with Rachelle I should never do those things in front of her? That’s got to be a little hard to keep up forever. Don’t you look back and miss either of your husbands?” I ask her as she takes a drink of her beer.

  Tanya laughs and dips a fry in ketchup. “They were bastards, both of them. Tilly here likes the bad boys and when I say bad I mean the kind that don’t mind tossing a woman around a bit and trying to keep them beat down.”

  I look Tilly over and have a hard time believing someone as pretty as she is would allow a man to treat her that way. “Come on, not you, Tilly. Say it ain’t so. I can’t imagine a girl like you putting up with that crap. And in the end you left them ove
r a gas issue instead of the fact they hit you.” I shake my head and take another bite of my burger.

  Maybe my girl isn’t the craziest chic on the planet after all.

  I shake my head to rid it of the words, my girl. I’m trying to move on after all.

  Tilly doesn’t even look embarrassed as she says, “I had it coming. Mom doesn’t understand.”

  “You what? No you did not just say that! Tell me what you did to make those ass holes hit you.” I pick up my beer and down it to get my blood to stop boiling.

  Tilly looks at me and says, “Okay, the first husband I married after knowing him two weeks. I was eighteen and thought I needed to get married and start a family. I know I was stupid so stop looking at me like that, Dad!”

  “Okay, as long as you realize that, young lady,” I say and gesture for her to continue.

  “Well, after a few months together, I got this notion that I might have rushed into the marriage thing and I took a pregnancy test and made sure I wasn’t pregnant then went to the free clinic and got my ass on birth control.”

  “All without telling me a thing,” Tanya interjects.

  I shake my head and frown at Tilly. “Go on.”

  “Well, I couldn’t let Bob know I was taking the pills, cause he wanted to knock me up real bad. He was at me all the time and confused that I was still not pregnant. One day he got the idea I was taking the pills and ransacked the house until he found them. He knocked me around pretty good, but do you see how I brought that on myself?”

  Shock runs through me as I can’t believe this woman actually believes she deserved that. “Tilly, no I can’t see how you brought that on yourself.”

  Tanya puts another beer in front of us and says, “See, the issues can be really different. She thinks it’s okay for men to physically punish her. I never laid a hand on her, but she feels like a man can. I don’t know what to do with her.”

  “Well, I should’ve talked to him, not went on and done that without his consent.” Tilly takes a drink of the fresh beer. “But this new guy, he’s a lot better. He’s going to be in here later on and you’ll see, he’s a keeper.”