Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

by Nicole Elliot

  I’d never felt so safe and protected.

  I tried to speak. “Hawk …” My words were slurred.

  “Hmm?”

  “I want it too.” It was the last thing I said before I fell into the deepest sleep of my life.

  17

  Kane

  The light hit me first. There was something soft and warm under me. I opened my eyes and remembered last night. Julie.

  Her fucking amazing body doing things to me even while she was asleep. My cock woke up before the rest of me. My hand slid over her hip. Damn.

  She sighed and then her eyes fluttered open.

  “Oh God.” She looked startled.

  I grinned. “Good morning, baby.”

  I coasted over her thigh and made a quick dive between her legs. She moaned as her legs spread under my command.

  My lips brushed her collarbone and traveled over her skin. Sucking. Biting.

  Her nipples were hard and perked. I sucked one into my mouth and she moaned.

  Last night was about her. I promised I would take care of her. But there was only so much I could take. I needed to know she wanted the rest of it. The entire Kane Hawkins package.

  And I knew there was more to it. Last night wasn’t just about the night we’d shared. It was about rescuing Hunter. Almost losing that kid brought something out in me I hadn’t been ready to face. A part of myself I had tried to forget.

  But when I saw the fear in her eyes, the panic on her face, instinct kicked in. Protection. Strength. I’d do anything on this earth to shield her from that kind of pain. I’d do anything to keep Hunter from it too.

  Because I was him. I was that kid that felt lost and abandoned. Shit. I’d run away so many times my mother couldn’t count them. Neither could I. Looking back I realized now what an ass I had been. But every time she took me back with a hug and a kiss and a plate of warm food. Hunter didn’t have that and it was killing Julie she couldn’t give it to him.

  It was a fucked up system when a woman like her couldn’t adopt a kid like Hunter. What the hell was wrong with this world? It was clear to anybody around those two that they belonged together. If I could see it, everyone else saw it.

  I’d been the guy who only cared about football. Who was so wrapped up in making the playoffs nothing else mattered. But that guy was hard to find now. All I could think about was Julie and Hunter. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to get exactly what she wanted.

  I pulled her tit between my teeth and she arched her back.

  Her hands gripped the back of my head, urging more of her breast in my mouth. Fuck. I didn’t need much assurance. I climbed on top of her.

  Her eyes lit to mine. My cock pulsed.

  Just one thrust and I’d be deep inside her tight pussy. One nudge and I’d fuck her until we were both breathless. One yes and I’d bury myself into her for the rest of the morning.

  I held my cock, lightly rubbing it against her clit. I was immediately drenched in wetness. I grinned at her, feeling the warmth she gave me. I rubbed up and down her slit, spreading the heat between us.

  She gasped as I paused in front of her entrance. I pushed slightly, stretching her around me.

  I kissed her hard, twisting my tongue against hers.

  “Tell me to fuck you,” I commanded, staring into her eyes.

  Her chest moved with heavy breaths and I felt her nipples graze my chest.

  “Fuck me, Hawk. Fuck me.”

  I pushed inside her and the world went black with fucking ecstasy as she drew me to her depths. Her heat. Her soul. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever felt like fucking Julie. I thrust deeper and harder.

  She whimpered, but it only made me want more.

  “Fuck,” I growled into her ear.

  “More,” she begged. “Just give me more.”

  18

  Julie

  I was completely filled by him. His cock was buried deep inside of me. I clung to him like my life depended on him to continue. I felt him twitching and jumping inside of me. He began to move faster and faster against me. Sliding in and out of me.

  He stopped suddenly and flipped me over onto my stomach, grabbing my thighs and roughly yanking my naked lower half over the edge of the bed toward where he was now standing between my legs. The sheets had already come loose from the mattress, but I clawed at fistfuls of the fabric anyway.

  I was going to need something to hang onto if this was any indication of what was to come. He ran his hands over the curve of my ass, smacking it firmly before sinking his thick cock into me again.

  The heat and fullness as he slid inside made me gasp and I dug my fingernails into the sheet. He was lucky that he wasn’t beneath me right now or I'd be covering him with scratches; never in my life had anything ever felt this good.

  He pulled out almost completely then slowly pushed back into me, driving me crazy with his slow torturous thrusts until I simply couldn’t take anymore.

  “Faster,” I moaned into the pillow as he kissed the back of my neck.

  I winced in pleasure and tried to focus on taking in as much air as possible, since every hard slap of his body against mine actually wrenched the breath from my lungs.

  The intensity was frightening and incredible at the same time.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered as the movement of his body forced mine to inch up the mattress. It felt so fucking good, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep from crying out.

  “Give me your wrists,” he growled, pulling my hands from their grip on the sheet and pinning them down at my sides.

  I felt his full weight come to rest against the length of my back. He covered my body with his, and leaned in to nip at my neck. His breath puffed across my damp, sweaty skin, sending a shiver right through me. Right down to where my clit throbbed, aching for attention.

  He moaned into the sensitive skin of my neck. His thrusts no longer shook the whole bed, but instead began to pulse deep inside of me, causing my legs to tremor uncontrollably beneath his.

  He was so heavy that I couldn’t move at all, except to wiggle my fingers and curl my toes, which heightened just how hot the sex was. A loud whimper escaped my lips.

  “Yes,” he groaned, angling himself differently so he could finish me off. I was losing control and it was exactly what he wanted.

  “Oh Hawk, you're going to make me scream.”

  “Good.” He panted into my ear, his breath falling hot against my neck. “You'd better.”

  I lifted my chin to the side a little to allow him access to my lips. He covered my mouth with a burning kiss just as he kneed one of my legs up onto the bed so that the inside of my thigh was now pressed flat to the edge of the mattress. It created a teasing bit of friction between my throbbing clit and the damp spot on the sheets beneath us, which hurled my body straight toward the brink of pleasure.

  “Oh,” I groaned loudly into his mouth, shuddering beneath him just as everything else was reduced to white noise.

  “I want to feel you come on my cock,” he grinded out breathlessly.

  I gasped, but my climax cut me off. I stretched out my fingers, gripping what I could as an intense orgasm flooded my body and left me reeling. This time I actually went numb with pleasure.

  When I finished pulsating around his cock, he gently flipped me over onto my back and stood staring down at my naked, flushed body.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Looking at you,” he answered.

  I raised my eyebrows at him, and he lowered himself between my legs again, plunging hard into me once more. I groaned loudly at the force. The heat building within me spread throughout my body, like a wave of ecstasy. I clawed at his back, pulling him deeper into me as the sensation intensified.

  “Oh fuck, Hawk. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I screamed and he jerked as my orgasm pushed him over the edge. A guttural groan passed his lips as he crashed down on me exhausted.

  19

  Kane

  Ever
ything was fucking different now. Everything.

  I flipped the pancake over on the skillet and grinned when I heard Julie’s bare feet on the kitchen floor. I’d let her sleep this morning. It was almost eleven. I didn’t know what time it was when we finished fucking the second time.

  “Hope it’s ok I borrowed one of your shirts.” She plucked at my Sharks jersey falling off her creamy shoulder.

  I looked at her legs. The hem reached the tops of her thighs.

  “Damn.” It was all I could manage to say.

  She picked a piece of bacon off the platter and took a bite. “I had no idea you could cook. I thought it was only pizza.” She giggled.

  I tossed the pancake on a plate and handed it to her. “Baby, I have so many hidden talents.”

  “Apparently.” She waggled her eyebrows and sat at the kitchen table.

  I settled in next to her and reached for the syrup. “Did you check on Hunter?”

  I saw the way she bit the corner of her lip. “I couldn’t help it. I had to know if he was ok.”

  “I get it. And how was he?”

  “He didn’t want to talk to me. But they said he had breakfast and they think he slept through the night.” She sighed.

  I could tell she wasn’t satisfied with the report. I watched the steam rise from my plate. “That’s all good news, isn’t it?”

  “It is. But I worry so much. There’s no one that’s his person, you know? No one who knows him. Knows what to do with him. Some days it breaks my heart too much.”

  Shit. She was killing me and we hadn’t even made it past breakfast. But what she said mattered. I wanted to know about the kid. I wanted to know how she was feeling. What we had shared in the past twenty-four hours was something I’d never have with anyone else and I knew that.

  The sex was fucking out of this world.

  “So what do you do on Saturdays?” I asked.

  Other than the after school clubs she monitored, I didn’t know what this woman did in her spare time.

  “I usually pick up Hunter and we go to the park or something and have lunch. If he’s up for it, I try one of the museums.”

  I nodded. The pancakes were good. “Ever think about taking him to a game?”

  “You mean the Sharks?”

  “What other team?” I joked.

  “I can’t afford those kinds of tickets.”

  “Playoffs start Sunday. Why don’t you bring Hunter tomorrow?”

  She lowered her fork. “You want me to bring Hunter to watch you play?”

  “I do.” I studied her eyes. I couldn’t help it. I leaned over, sucking her lips between mine. My hands circled her neck, drawing her closer and tighter.

  She moaned slightly, licking the syrup from my lips.

  I reached under the jersey, pinching and twisting her nipple with authority. I’d never wanted a woman to be mine so badly. I’d never needed it so much.

  Her tits were fucking perfection. They hardened under my touch. Pebbled and begging for more.

  “I want you there. Understand?”

  She nodded, but her head fell backward as I moved to her other nipple.

  “That’s a big deal, Hawk,” she whispered. “It’s…”

  “I know exactly what it is.” My voice was low and authoritative. If I was going to do this—I was going to do it completely. She was going to be mine. Only mine.

  “I’ll be there,” she whispered.

  “Good.”

  I brought my mouth to hers again. She felt incredible. Everything about her body. Every sound she made. My hands wrapped in the silkiness of her hair. I could get lost in this woman. Maybe I already was.

  I pushed back from the table and lifted her to her feet. The jersey slid off her body like an oversized robe and I marveled at her lush curves.

  “We haven’t even finished breakfast,” she whispered.

  “Oh, are you hungry?”

  She nodded. She reached for the bottle of syrup and sank to her knees, dragging my pajama pants with her. My hard shaft sprang free. Her wide eyes looked up toward mine as she licked her lips.

  She was the devil disguised as an angel. My cock bobbed and bounced as she trickled sticky syrup up and down, coating the head with swirls of sugar.

  I’d never been so fucking aroused in my life. I gripped the back of her head, stared at her red lips, and slid my dick inside her mouth, trying to restrain myself from the pounding I wanted to give her. No woman could take my cock all at once. She needed to warm up.

  After a few pumps I was down her throat so deep she was groaning and moaning. She squeezed my balls gently, tugging as I felt my spine clench and convulse. I thrust harder and she took everything with a welcome suck.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing.” I pumped into her lips.

  My spine tingled and I knew I was going to come. I grabbed the back of her head, bracing her for the powerful explosion erupting from my body.

  One.

  Two.

  Three fucks and I lost it. My seed blasted in her mouth, thundering from my cock as it oozed down her throat with power. I stood emptying myself into her while she whimpered, clinging to my thighs.

  “Oh, baby.” I held my dick, sliding it from her mouth, then stumbled back to the nearest chair.

  She wiped her mouth and smiled greedily.

  “You are going to be the woman who kills me, aren’t you?” I could barely breathe.

  She crawled toward me. Her tits grazed my inner leg before she kissed the tip of my cock and then my stomach.

  “Not before I get to see you play tomorrow.” She giggled.

  “Death by blow job is the way to go.” I took another inhale.

  She smiled. “Hey, so what about today? Want to go with me to pick up Hunter? I have to leave in about fifteen minutes.”

  I kissed her forehead. “Wish I could, but I’ve got light practice then a team meeting. Playoffs are no shit serious around here.”

  “I understand.”

  I stood, drawing her topless body to mine. “But tonight?”

  “I don’t want to distract you if you need to study or something. Maybe after the game instead?”

  I laughed. “You’re cute. You know that?”

  She pinched her lips together. “Cute? Because I don’t want to be the reason you lose sleep before a huge game?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “Because you think we’re going to sleep tonight. And that I give a shit about anything other than fucking your gorgeous body as many times as I can tonight.”

  I loved the blush that reddened her body. “But—”

  I stopped the protest with a powerful kiss. “Shut up, baby. Kiss me and I’ll see you here tonight. I’ll be back at eight. Got it?”

  Her fingers pressed into the skin on the back of my neck. “Got it.”

  And that was when I realized maybe there was a perfect woman for me. And maybe the flame between us was only the beginning of a raging fire.

  20

  Julie

  Hunter seemed quiet. He was usually a quiet kid, but it was worse today. I had taken him to his favorite parks to cheer him up. But nothing worked.

  He avoided my questions about what happened when he made it back to the home last night. I got it—he didn’t want to talk about his great escape. I didn’t want to keep bringing it up either. We had to move past it. He was safe, and that was what mattered most.

  “Hey, want to try the air and space museum today?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “Hmm. What about the science expo? I read that kids can do all kinds of experiments. You could be a mad scientist.”

  He had barely taken two bites of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made for him. I had finished my lunch. I was famished after my all morning sexfest.

  A family of three walked past us. The mom looked up at the father and they exchanged a knowing look as their son skipped ahead of them and they locked hands. I sighed louder than I meant to.

 
“I know something that might cheer you up.” I turned toward Hunter, hoping he hadn’t seen the happy trio breeze past us with their perfect life.

  He looked up at me. “What?”

  “Well, I talked to Hawk this morning.” I wasn’t about to say it was while he was feeding me pancakes after we’d had life-altering sex. “And he’s invited you and me to watch him play tomorrow.”

  The smile was instantaneous. “What?”

  I laughed. “I thought that might turn your day around.”

  “And they’ll let me go?”

  I nodded. “I already got permission to check you out of the home for the day tomorrow.” I’d never spent a Sunday with Hunter. It would be another first.

  “You did?” I could see all his teeth, he was smiling so hard.

  “And we get to sit in Hawk’s private box. Just the two of us.”

  Hunter hopped from the park bench. “All right.”

  “Well, it’s tomorrow. We can’t go right now.”

  He shook his head. “No, all right we can go to the air and space museum.”

  “Oh, the museum.” I scrambled to grab my bag and the backpack he carried everywhere. He had already started walking. “Ok. Yes. We can do the museum now.”

  Hunter and I darted through the park. The November wind kicked up and I pulled my scarf closer to my neck. The leaves danced over his little feet.

  “Come on, Miss Bristow. Hurry up.”

  I chased after him. And it hit me how odd it sounded when he said that. I wanted to tell him to say something more personal. But what? Julie? Aunt Julie? Mom? My heart thudded. Because that was what I wanted. I wanted to be his parent. His mom.

  But I was a teacher. A volunteer. Someone who tried to show him love and friendship. And I knew how dangerous it was to get any closer to him than I already was. What if his next foster family was twenty miles away? He’d have to change schools. I prayed that wouldn’t happen. Yet, I prayed for him to have a family.