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

by Michelle Love

  ‘Yo, bro.’ Molly slapped. ‘What did the dragon yell at you today for?’

  Finn shrugged. ‘Who cares?’

  ‘Why the hell are you still with her?’ Molly asked the question Sarah was thinking.

  ‘Fuck knows. My shift doesn’t start for an hour but I just had to get out of there.’

  Sarah tugged one of his blonde curls. ‘Stay and chill out with us, dude. We’ll feed you all the basic food groups – sugar, coffee, butter.’

  Finn grinned at his friend. ‘You make it sound so good and so dirty at the same time.’

  Molly cleared her throat and nodded at her boss.

  ‘Talking of which…Sarah’s had an interesting twenty-four hours.’

  Sarah blushed and Finn raised his eyebrows at her. Sarah half-smiled, feeling strange at telling her old friend about the new man in her life.

  ‘I’m seeing someone. Sort of.’

  ‘She means she got laid. Properly laid.’ Molly’s grin was wide and wicked.

  Finn choked on his coffee as Sarah laughed in shock at Molly’s pronouncement

  A half hour later, the coffee shop empty, the three of them sat at one of the tables. The heat outside had become oppressive, stormy.

  ‘Well.’ Finn pulled his tie down.

  ‘Yeah.’

  Finn took a slug of coffee. ‘I think I should meet him. You know, for security. Make sure he’s not a con artist.’

  Molly grinned into her coffee. Sarah raised her eyebrows at him.

  ‘And how will you ascertain that, Columbo?’

  ‘I shall say…are you a con artist? From his answer, I shall make a judgment call.’

  ‘You mean if he says yes, then…’

  ‘Exactly.’ Finn tried not to grin. Sarah started laughing.

  ‘Our tax dollars hard at work.’ She got up, squeezing his shoulder. ‘Thank you, though, you’re sweet to think of it.’ She moved away to the kitchen. She called back over her shoulder. ‘Anyway, you’ll meet him tonight if you’re still here about eight. He’s picking me, we’re going to George’s.’

  He nodded and stood up. ‘I’ll try and come back and meet…what’s his name again?’

  ‘Isaac. Isaac Quinn.’

  ‘Got it.’

  Sarah smiled at him.

  ‘Later then?’

  ‘You bet.’

  ‘That woman is very unpleasant.’ Isaac turned back from staring at Caroline. Sarah looked over at Finn – he looked so unhappy she ached for him. She felt Isaac watching her and turned back to him with a smile.

  ‘Sorry.’

  They were seated at dinner across the restaurant from Finn and his wife. George’s restaurant was full to capacity and the room was buzzing with conversation. Above it all was Caroline’s nasal screech, arguing with a morose Finn. Caroline shot daggers over at Sarah who responded with the cheesiest of grins, making Isaac chuckle.

  ‘Not friends then?’ He asked after a particularly poisonous glare.

  Sarah grinned. ‘Nope.’

  Caroline suddenly stood up, scraping her chair against the stone floor.

  ‘Fuck you, Finn!’ She stormed out. Finn buried his head in his hands. Sarah’s hands tightened on her napkin. Isaac was watching the redhead cross the street and slam into her house. Sarah sighed.

  ‘You’re right, Isaac, she is unpleasant. And Finn is one of my best friends, he deserves better.’

  Isaac covered her hand with his. ‘Let’s change the subject. You look breath-taking.’

  Sarah grinned, embarrassed. ‘It’s the dress, not me. How are you settling into the hotel?’

  ‘Very well. I travel pretty light so I didn’t have to bring much.’

  ‘A Nomad.’

  ‘Yes. Something like that.’

  She cleared her throat softly. ‘You know, you don’t have to stay at the hotel.’

  Isaac smiled. ‘Is it wrong that I’ve been sitting here wishing you might say something like that?’ He leaned over to kiss her, his lips brushing along hers in a way that made her head swim.

  Trying to calm herself – and the frantic quiver between her legs - she studied the menu. ‘I can never decide what to have in here.’

  He laughed. ‘Surely you must have worked your way through the entire menu by now. For our next date, I’ll take you to the city, take you to my apartment.’

  She smiled. ‘Our next date?’

  ‘And the many, many more to follow.’

  ‘Well, how-de-doo.’ George sang his greeting and Sarah giggled at Isaac’s surprised face. She stood and embraced the newcomer.

  ‘Hello George. Isaac, this is George, my pops for intents and purposes. George, this is Isaac Quinn.’

  ‘How are you, Isaac?’ George offered Isaac his hand. ‘How are you liking our little island?’

  ‘Hoping to see a little more of it, if Sarah will be kind enough to show me around.’

  She smiled and nodded. ‘George, won’t you join us?’ She looked over to Isaac, who nodded enthusiastically.

  ‘Ha, no, sweet girl, I just came to say hello. Great to meet you, Isaac. I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.’ George patted her shoulder and moved away. Isaac smiled at Sarah.

  ‘Your father?’

  Sarah nodded. ‘Sort of. Very long story and one for another time. He’s the only family I have…except Mols and Finn. They’re my adopted siblings.’

  Isaac looked over at Finn, who was still sitting at the bar. ‘You know, we could ask Finn to join us. He looks like he could do with a friend.’

  Sarah was touched. ‘That’s sweet of you but I know Finn, he’d just be embarrassed.’

  As if on cue, Finn slid from the bar stool and moved to the door, disappearing into the night, without glancing back to see them. Isaac turned back to Sarah.

  ‘Can I ask? Why did you and Finn never…um…I’m presuming here, of course, but growing up together, it never crossed your mind that it could be more?’

  Sarah shook her head. ‘No, really, it didn’t. I mean, I love Finn of course, but a relationship? It would feel…weird.’

  Isaac smiled. ‘So, I don’t have to be worried about the competition then?’ His tone was light but there was something beneath that she couldn’t fathom.

  ‘Definitely not.’

  ‘Good.’

  She smiled. ‘Are you ready to go? I told Molly we’d stop by the coffee house.’

  ***

  ‘Hey, dudes.’ Sarah, followed by Isaac, patted Finn on the back as they made their way into the coffee house. She walked behind the counter and grabbed the coffee pot. She filled three mugs and passed one to each of them. She grabbed a soda from the cooler for herself. Isaac sat down at the counter.

  ‘Finn Jewell, meet Isaac Quinn.’

  Finn eyed him, offered his hand and without hesitation, Isaac shook it.

  ‘Hey, Chief, good to meet you.’

  ‘Likewise.’

  Sarah beamed.

  ‘Be right back.’

  She gave them both a smile and disappeared. Molly went to clear the tables and close the door.

  Isaac grinned at Finn. ‘Sarah tells me you’re like her big brother. You going to give me the speech?’

  Finn laughed. ‘Let’s just say it’s implied and leave it at that. You’ve made her light up, that’s for sure, and that’s good enough for me.’

  Isaac beamed. ‘She rocks my world…even after this short a time.’

  ‘It’s worth,’ Finn grinned at his sister who had come back to the counter, ‘I haven’t seen her like this since way before Dan disappeared.’

  Molly stopped and threw a murderous glare at her brother. Isaac didn’t notice.

  ‘Dan?’

  Sarah chose that moment to return to the main room. She stopped when she saw their faces – Molly and Finn embarrassed, Isaac confused. She smiled at them.

  ‘What happened? Were you two being socially awkward again? They’re twins, you know,’ she added as a joking aside to Isaac. He smiled and took a deep brea
th in.

  ‘I think they’re worried because they just mentioned someone called Dan. Is it a secret or do I get to know who that is?’

  ***

  Finn ducked as Caroline threw the glass at him. What he’d done to deserve this, he didn’t know. He’d walked in the door and she’d flipped out on him.

  ‘Woah!’ He reached over and grabbed her arm before she could pick up another weapon. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

  Caroline ripped her arm free. ‘You’re an asshole, Finn. I saw you earlier. In that goddamned coffee house. With her.’

  Finn’s shoulders slumped. This again. ‘Also, with my sister but I suppose it’s more convenient for your little story if it was just me and Sarah.’

  ‘Don’t say her fucking name.’ Caroline spat at him. ‘Sarah-Sarah-Sarah-Sarah-Sarah-fucking-Bailey. It’s all I ever hear about.’

  She sat down in the armchair and lit a cigarette. She leaned her head back on the chair, looking at him. ‘Are you screwing her? Just tell me.’

  Finn sighed. ‘This again. How many times, we are just friends, we have always been just friends. I’m married to you.’

  ‘But you love her.’

  ‘What do you want me to say, Caroline?’

  She laughed. ‘You can’t even deny it, can you?’

  ‘Do we have to do this every week? It’s like I could schedule into my diary. The same fight, the same questions and you’ll never get a different answer to the one I always give you. Sarah is my sister.’ He looked over to where the glass had shattered. ‘The glass was new, that was nice, made it kind of special.’ Finn knew he was goading her now but he didn’t care. ‘If you’re so convinced I’m in love with Sarah – ‘ Caroline hissed and he grinned ‘ – why don’t you leave me?’

  Caroline smirked. ‘Why don’t you leave me?’

  Finn turned to her, defeat in his eyes. ‘Go to bed, Caroline. You’ve made your point.’

  She smiled and stubbed her cigarette out and got up. ‘Are you coming?’

  ‘No.’ Finn stepped away from her.

  She gave a short laugh and walked off. ‘Suit yourself.’

  He heard the bedroom door shut and sighed. He picked up the glass on the floor, tempted to step on it with his bare feet so he could feel something else than the utter hopelessness he felt this night. Why the hell had he married Caroline? Because she’d faked a pregnancy, dumbass. He slumped into the armchair and closed his eyes. This nightmare was of his own making – and he had no idea how to leave it.

  ***

  They’d gone back to her house and were sitting on the porch. Sarah couldn’t believe how much had happened in such a few short days. She’d spent a blissful weekend with Isaac, making love….fucking like animals, she grinned to herself, but now it was time to get back to reality. He needed to know about her.

  She snagged two beers from the fridge and they settled in the comfortable chairs out back, watching Wilson playing with his ball in the yard. The Labrador and Isaac were already fast friends.

  Isaac hadn’t pressed her after the incident at the coffee house when she’d asked him to wait until they were alone to explain. She loved him for that.

  Now, she turned to him. She was constantly amazed that every time she looked at him, she saw something new and glorious about his handsome face. Even after such a short time, she felt he belonged in her life – and she in his.

  ‘Dan was my husband. He went missing two years ago. It was a Friday, a normal workday. I was at the coffee house, Dan was at his work. Nothing was wrong, we hadn’t argued, he showed no signs of depression. All that had happened was that, two days before, I asked him, calmly, if he was having an affair. He denied it and I let it go. I got a call from the school saying he hadn’t shown up for work. I went home – and he was gone. Just gone. He’d taken the dog so I thought he’d just gone for a walk but it was odd he hadn’t called anyone. I never saw him again. I found Wilson tied up near an abandoned lighthouse at the edge of our property, Dan’s wallet, phone and keys lined up neatly along the cliff.’

  ‘He jumped?’

  Sarah shrugged. ‘More like, I think he wanted to give the impression he had.’

  Isaac studied her. ‘You sound angry more than sad.’

  Sarah hesitated. ‘I was upset for a while but the more I thought about it…Dan wasn’t the type to kill himself. I think he wanted out and couldn’t face telling me.’

  ‘You are pissed.’

  She nodded. ‘We were happy when we first got married but things changed. He changed. Became….I don’t know. It wasn’t as if we argued or he was abusive just…controlling. He got upset easily.’ She sighed. ‘I don’t know, he might be dead for all I know.’

  She studied Isaac’s expression but he looked interested, no trace of the sympathy she dreaded. ‘That’s rough.’

  She nodded. ‘Anyways, I divorced him in absentia. They couldn’t find a body and we hired detectives to find him. Nothing. I’d gone from upset to pissed to - and I’m ashamed to admit this - relief.’

  ‘What did he teach?’

  She was startled. ‘Music. He taught music. When he was young he used to win prizes, all the time, for piano.’

  Isaac looked behind him. ‘Do you have a piano here?’

  She nodded. ‘In the drawing room.’

  ‘Do you play?’

  She nodded. ‘But not since.’

  ‘I understand.’

  A somber mood had fallen and Sarah felt uncomfortable. ‘I would have told you, I promise. I just…thought it might be too soon and I didn’t want to presume, and I didn’t want to burst the bubble I’ve been in since we met.’

  Isaac reached out and pulled her onto his lap. ‘I get it. This is all new. But, Sarah, listen. I’m in this. I want ‘us’. I’ve never felt this connection with anyone before. If you’ll let me, I want to give you everything he never could. You deserve all the love in the world.’

  Her eyes filled at his words and she pressed her lips to his. ‘I’m in this too,’ she whispered against his mouth and felt his mouth curve up in a smile.

  ‘Good.’ He stood, lifting her with him and carried her into the house. ‘Guess what we’re going to do now?’

  Upstairs, he laid her gently on the bed and began to unbutton the front of her dress, pushing the soft cotton aside to expose her bare skin, pressing his lips down on the velvety silkiness. He popped the front clasp of her bra and let her full breasts into his hands, plumping them, taking each nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing, his teeth grazing them until he felt them harden. He kissed down the line of her stomach, circled the deep hollow of her navel with his tongue, feeling her belly quiver and contract under his touch.

  His fingers slid under the sides of her panties and he slowly pulled them down, kissing the soft mound above her sex then, as his mouth found her clit, his tongue lashing around it, he felt Sarah’s body tense, her breath quicken. God, she tasted like heaven as he plunged his tongue deep inside her, listening to her moan of pleasure. His cock lay hard against his stomach and soon he was clambering up her body, needing to be inside her. Her legs clamped around his waist, his cock, rigid under the sheer weight and length of it, nudged at her opening then slide all the way in, right to the root. His hips rotated, thrusting as deep as he could into her, his mouth covering hers, his tongue massaging hers. Sarah moaned, a shuddering velvety sound and Isaac smiled down at her.

  ‘I love fucking you, beautiful Sarah….’

  In reply, she tilted her hips up, taking him in deeper, her fingers twisting in his dark curls, her cunt hungrily squeezing and contracting around his cock. Their eyes locked as Isaac began to thrust harder, faster, ramming mercilessly into her, urged on by her cries and moans.

  He came explosively, his entire body jerking with the force of the semen being pumped from him, shooting deep inside her. His mind was a delirious whirl, consumed by her, the silky skin, the heady scent of her, her beauty. He murmured her name over and over as she came, his fingers
rubbing her clit as his still hard cock plunged in and out of her. She shuddered and cried out as she came and he gathered her to him as they caught their breath.

  ‘Sarah…beautiful, beautiful Sarah…’

  There were tears in her eyes and he brushed them away. ‘What is it, love? Is everything all right?’

  She nodded, smiling through her tears. ‘Everything’s perfect, Isaac, it’s just….I never knew it could be like this, I never knew I could be this happy…’

  Isaac brushed his lips over hers. ‘I know, baby, I know. I’m falling for you, Sarah Bailey, falling so, so hard…’

  ***

  He sat in his car, watching Sarah through the big windows at the front of the coffee shop. She looked happy, her dark hair messy, her cheeks flushed as she flitted around, chatting to the customers. Her smile made his stomach twist with desire. The pretty white blouse she wore rode up every time she reached for something from the coffee shop’s shelves, he noticed. He imagined the delicate cotton soaking through with her blood, her dusky skin cleaving under his blade.

  She’d been fucking that rich asshole for weeks now and looked so happy, so radiant it made his prick harden and twitch. He wanted her in his bed, fucking her into submission, before finally ending it the only way it could end…

  By killing her.

  ***

  ‘Hey, geek.’

  Sarah, mired in accounts and bored out of her mind, looked up and saw Finn coming into the coffee house, obviously ducking out of work to come see her and she was grateful for the interruption. She shoved her glasses up her nose and studied him. His police uniform was crumpled as if he’d been sleeping in it.

  ‘Hey, weirdo.’ She automatically poured a large Americano for him, sliding across the counter. He grinned his thanks and took a huge slug.

  ‘How’s the boyfriend? Gotta say, I liked him.’

  Sarah beamed at him. ‘I’m glad.’

  ‘A definite upgrade.’