Billionaire Biker (Billionaires - #23)

by Claire Adams

  On the other hand, I wasn’t sure if I should go to her house for a totally different reason. Whatever weird connection and attraction we had between us, it was hot, dangerous, and unpredictable. Knowing about her background had calmed me down a bit, but I’d still spent a million dollars just to help her out. When I was around her, I had trouble thinking straight, and that wasn’t a good thing.

  From what her text said, she might be alone at her house, and that meant one of the things that had assured nothing could happen before—other people being around—wouldn’t be there. That barrier had stopped me from making some embarrassing mistakes during the photo sessions.

  I grunted to myself. I was overthinking the whole thing. Cat wasn’t inviting me over for a booty call. She’d gone off half-cocked at the hospital because she was tired and pissy, and now just wanted to apologize to me in person.

  There was no reason not to go. Maybe I’d see her again after that. Maybe I wouldn’t. I could wait for the future to figure that out.

  This situation reminded of one thing I loved about life on the road—it was far simpler. The minute you settled down, it seemed like everything from friendships to your daily routine got more complicated.

  I texted her back.

  On my way.

  * * *

  Twenty minutes later, I pulled up into Cat’s driveway behind her car and parked my bike. I sat there for a couple minutes, still wondering if this visit was a good idea.

  I’d thought I had a good handle on Cat’s personality, based on the audition and the time I spent with her, but the hospital fiasco had been a surprise. Even if she had her reasons, it seemed like the woman had some claws after all. I couldn’t help but think it’d be a huge mistake if I entered that house.

  That didn’t stop me from getting off my bike and heading to her door. It opened as I arrived. She’d no doubt heard my bike pulling up.

  The bags were gone from her eyes, and her hair had been tied back in a ponytail. She wasn’t super-sexy in a t-shirt and some sweats, but she did look pretty and not exhausted like she had the day before.

  Cat stepped back and motioned inside. “Please come in.”

  Stepping inside, she led me to a small dining room table.

  I sat down but didn’t take my jacket off, thinking I wouldn’t be staying at her house all that long. I wanted to give her a chance to say her piece, and then get myself back out on the road. Not to mention I still had some work I needed to get done at the office.

  Cat sat across from me. She folded her hands in front of her and let out a long sigh.

  “There is no excuse for the way I treated you,” she began. “You’ve been nothing but helpful, as has your family, and yelling at you for visiting was ridiculous. All I can say is that I was tired, and I am really very sorry.”

  I shrugged. “Well, I can’t say it was fun, but, yeah, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate, and you’re apologizing, so we can just, you know, let bygones be bygones and all that.”

  “I think—” she sighed again, averting her eyes. “Never mind.” Cat managed to look my way again with obvious effort. “And thank you.”

  “Thank you?” I said. “You apologized. I accepted it. It’s no big deal.”

  “The hospital told me the medicals bill is being paid for by an anonymous donor,” she said. “But I know it’s gotta be you.”

  I stared at her for a second, wondering if I should deny it, but that didn’t make any sense. I told her I’d take care of it, and I had. The only reason there was any damn mystery about it was all the privacy regulations.

  I shrugged again. “Jack shouldn’t be punished by a run of bad luck. You’re a good mom just trying to look out for her kid, and so I decided I’d help you out.”

  “But you didn’t have to.”

  “No, I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” I grinned. “I liked the whole idea, and even convinced my company’s board of directors to start doing an annual donation from the company. Selling bikes is awesome, but helping people out feels pretty good.”

  Cat smiled softly. “I didn’t know what I was gonna do.” She shot out of her seat. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

  “What?”

  “Cherry pie,” she said. She rushed off to the kitchen and came back with a large slice on a plate and a fork. “Mom always says a good apology should come with good pie.”

  I chuckled and took the plate. I bit into the pie and grinned. A nice little punch of sweetness from the cherries, but not too much.

  “It’s good. Did you make this?”

  Cat laughed. “I wish. I’m terrible at baking. I picked it up earlier this morning just in case you agreed to come.”

  I spent the next few minutes eating the pie in silence. Even if it wasn’t homemade, it was damn good, and it’d been a while since I’d had cherry pie, so I appreciated it even more.

  “When I called your sister earlier to get your number, she told me a little bit about your background,” Cat said quietly.

  “Yeah? What did she say?”

  “She talked about how you spent years on the road, taking all sorts of jobs, that sort of thing. How you only came back to run the company because your Dad passed away.”

  “Yeah, that about covers it.”

  She looked down at the table. “It’s just that—well, you’ve probably met many more different kinds of people than I have. The other day I was acting like you could never understand what I was going through, but you’ve been all over on your bike, learning about people, so I was even more wrong.”

  “Yeah, I get why you hate bikes, I really do, but the bike, to me, is so much more than a vehicle. And you’re right, because of my bike, I’ve traveled and met a lot of people. I’ve been to every state except Hawaii on it, and hell, most of Canada and Mexico. It’s not a death machine; it’s a symbol of freedom.”

  Those gray eyes shifted up to stare at me. “I wish I could believe that.”

  I stared back at her, and inhaled, realizing we really were alone together. I’d dreamed of what it might be like to be with Cat, to kiss her, feel her, fuck her, and now here we were, alone.

  My cock hardened under my jeans.

  No. This wasn’t a booty call. Her son was in the hospital, and she was vulnerable. She’d freaked out on me and just wanted to apologize.

  I exhaled slowly, trying to will my cock to calm down.

  “Is something wrong?” Cat said.

  “No. I should get going,” I said, standing.

  Cat rose as well. “Let me walk you out.” She took a few steps, then tripped over a stray tennis shoe.

  I reached out and caught her.

  Her cheeks reddened. “The dangers of living with a small child.”

  I started to laugh, but it died in my throat as I realized I was holding her in my arms. I pulled her up and then brought her against me. Between my jacket, shirt, and her shirt, I didn’t get to experience the true joy of her soft breasts pressing against my chest.

  But it didn’t matter. Now that I had her in my arms, I didn’t want to let her go.

  Without thinking, I lowered my mouth to kiss her. She melted into me, opening her lips to my tongue. I crushed her against me, my tongue exploring her sweet mouth.

  My dreams were coming true.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Catherine

  This was so wrong. So very wrong, but holy hell, how much better could it feel? I’d just called him over to apologize, not to kiss him, but given the way he was devouring me, I was sure this wasn’t going to end with the kissing.

  It didn’t matter what I thought, though. My center grew slick and hot with need, and I knew my body was now completely in control.

  I needed him. I wanted him.

  Leaning into his kiss, our tongues warred and twined around one another, sliding over each other. I almost giggled. I could still taste the cherry in his mouth.

  His rough hands cupped my ass through my sweats. I let out a little murmur of appreciation at the touch.
He squeezed my cheeks before lifting me and setting me on the table. His mouth never left mine through the whole movement.

  He didn’t strain at all. Those muscles clearly weren’t just for show.

  When his mouth finally left mine, it quickly returned to lick and nibble my earlobe before moving down to my neck. I tilted my head to allow Drew better access. My breathing grew heavier.

  He pulled away to yank off his jacket and toss it to the ground. My breathing picked up, as those muscled and tattooed arms came into view. I gulped when he pulled his t-shirt off. I’d imagined what he might look like without his clothes for hours on end, but I’d never had a chance to experience this view.

  Nice. Very nice. Without his shirt, I could see that his tattoos ran beyond just his arms, including several on his chest. Really though, I cared less about the tattoos and more about all the muscles on display, the corded abs and the thick pecs and arms.

  I licked my lips at the sight. Delicious. I was already super wet.

  “I want you,” I said, surprising myself. “I’ve wanted you for a while. Wanted your mouth on me, wanted you inside me. Just being around you made me wet.”

  “I want you, too,” Drew said. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. That’s why I didn’t want you on the modeling campaign.” He kissed my neck. “I knew if you were one of the models, I’d not get any work done.” He kissed my neck again. “You’re too damn distracting.”

  My insides clenched at the admission. I’d convinced myself that he wasn’t into me, but the truth was almost too overwhelming. All those times, we did share a burning, true chemistry, and now we were proving it.

  I let out a throaty laugh. “You’re pretty distracting yourself.”

  “I want to see those tits,” he growled into my ears. “All of ‘em.”

  I slowly pulled my T-shirt off, not sure if I should try to do some sort of sexy striptease or just hurry up and get it off. I focused on speed. My breathing grew ragged as Drew watched me with hungry eyes. I was at risk of coming undone from his look alone.

  We were doing this. We really were. I couldn’t think it’d be long between us getting naked and actually having sex, especially since we both now knew the truth about our mutual chemistry.

  There were no more excuses, no more distractions, and no more misunderstandings. We were two adults who wanted to act on our mutual and long-burning attraction. What was more natural than a man and a woman coming together?

  I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the ground. I didn’t have the largest breasts, but I was proud of how perky they were.

  Drew had seen me in all sorts of skimpy outfits, including a bikini, but now I was baring it all, including my hardened nipples.

  The biker CEO stalked forward, hunger in his eyes. I shivered in anticipation.

  He pushed me down against the table before lowering his mouth to my nipple. The warmth surrounded it, and I let out a quiet moan. He sucked and flicked my hardened peak while his other hand tweaked my other breast. Pleasure. Too much pleasure.

  I let out a loud moan. How many years had it been since I’d felt like this? Since I’d been touched like this?

  The glorious sensation spread through all parts of my body. My moaning only grew louder.

  Drew’s tongue and mouth didn’t let up, and I loved the feel of his calloused fingers as they worked my nipple. He reached down into my sweats to stroke my clit.

  “Oh, Drew.”

  After so many years it was hard to remember what it felt like to have a man’s hands on me instead of my own. Sure, I could get myself off with the help of my hands or a vibrator, but just a minute of his mouth and hands on me, and I could already feel an explosive orgasm building. The reality was far exceeding mere imagination.

  His mouth left my body with a pop, and I dropped my hands to my side. He kissed his way down my stomach until he got to the top of my sweats.

  “These are in the way,” Drew mumbled.

  “You should do something about that, then,” I said.

  With a grin, he hooked his fingers around my sweats and panties, jerking them both down until they reached my ankles. With a final quick tug, he pulled them off and tossed them away.

  “Much better,” he growled, his gaze roaming my naked body. “Much, much better.”

  I looked down at my body at Drew. I lay on my back on my table, totally exposed. I took several deep breaths, the heat only building in my center.

  I was a model. I had confidence in my body, but having this man look at me like he wanted to gobble me up made me feel sexier than I’d ever felt at a photo shoot.

  “Let’s get you ready for me, okay?” Drew said with a grin.

  I managed a quick nod.

  Drew leaned over and spread my legs with his hands. I swallowed as he dove toward my clit. Lightning shot through me as his tongue attacked my clit, licking and flicking. The pressure that had started to fade came roaring back. He helped his tongue work with full sucking.

  My toes curled, and my center throbbed.

  A few seconds later, his finger pushed into me, and I cried out. All my most sensitive parts were being touched by this man—not just touched, but caressed and stimulated. The rest of my body seemed to disappear, as all my attention focused on my center and clit.

  Too much pleasure. Oh, how there was too much pleasure.

  “Damn, so tight,” he said, finger pumping in and out of my soaking pussy. “I guess it was a good idea to get you ready.”

  Too. Damn. Good. My climax almost exploded when he added a second finger inside me and sped up this thrusting. He worked me there for what felt like a glorious eternity, his mouth and tongue bathing my nub while his fingers fucked me like two little cocks. The pleasure strained against my limits, threatening my release at any moment. He sped up even more.

  My moans became near screams, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure blasted through my body, scrambling my brain for a few seconds. My entire body shook from the orgasm and its aftershocks, and it took me a few moments to realize that Drew’s mouth and fingers weren’t working me anymore.

  “More,” I panted. “I need more.”

  I opened my eyes and glanced down at him. His pants sat around his ankles, and his huge cock stood erect, throbbing and eager. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who needed more.

  “Should I suck you off?” I said.

  Drew shook his head. “No. Next time. I need to be inside your pussy, not your mouth.”

  I shivered at his words and licked my lips, but when I looked at his cock again, my breath caught. As slick as I was, I still wasn’t sure it’d go in without a little pain. He was thick, hard, and long.

  “I’ll ease in,” he said, apparently sensing my concern.

  Drew pulled me back and spread my legs. He’d come up with a condom out of nowhere and quickly rolled it on. His tip probed my entrance, and I bit my lip. He inched in, spreading my insides. I moaned as my pussy twitched around him, eager to be filled.

  He continued to spread me, slowly pushing in deeper and deeper, until he was fully seated. Full. So full. It’d hurt a little bit when he first started pushing in, but now with his thick rod so deep in me, my pussy throbbed, and I panted.

  “Fuck me,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Fuck me hard, Drew.”

  He grinned. He rocked back once and slammed into me. I cried out. He shoved into me again, speeding up this time. His chest skimmed my breasts. I loved the sensation. With each stroke, he sped up even more until he hammered into me. Pulse after pulse of pleasure built in my center, and my muscles inside twitched. Another orgasm was coming soon.

  I looked down my body, watching where our bodies joined as his cock entered and spread my pussy. The sight itself almost made me cum. I bit my lip and tried to control my breathing. I wanted to prolong our perfect time together.

  Drew changed his angle slightly, his cock now rubbing a different part of my pussy with each thrust. I cried out. I felt
so wonderful before, and now it felt like each stroke would make me climax.

  My breathing turned into nothing more than rapid panting at this point, and I could barely see straight. My hands slid across the slick table, looking for a sheet to grab that wasn’t there.

  The slap of our bodies meeting mingled with my pants and his grunts, a song of pleasure and lust. The pleasure washed any rational thoughts out of my head, and all I could do was continue to pant and moan as Drew’s cock pounded into me again and again.

  Even though I wanted to last, the pressure had grown too much. My walls couldn’t hold.

  I cried out my release as another orgasm rocked my body. My insides clenched, squeezing Drew’s dick, trying to milk the cum right out of him. He continued to pump into me for a few more seconds before his cock swelled, and he painted my insides with his hot seed.

  We lay there for a few moments, each breathing heavily and entangled in each other. He pulled out, and I sighed at his absence. He reached down, pulled up his pants, and headed for the bathroom. He came back out moments later, fastening his belt.

  “I uh—still have to go to the company,” Drew said, an apologetic look on his face.

  Slowly, I sat up and hopped off the table. “I need to get dressed and get back to the hospital,” I mumbled.

  Drew picked his shirt up off the floor and slipped into it. His jacket followed.

  “I’ll call you,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  I watched as Drew walked to my front door, opened it, and stepped outside.

  My cheeks heated as I remembered I was still naked. Luckily, nobody was walking by when the door was open. I hit the bathroom to clean up a little before heading back to the dining room to put my clothes on.

  What the hell had just happened? My insides still twitched, and my pussy still throbbed. Every part of me was on high alert, and I still ached for another few rounds from his cock.

  My fingers went to my lips. I’d just had sex with Drew, and damn if my only regret was that we’d not done it earlier.