The Dumbf*ck - Part Two of The DumbFuck Series: A Billionaire Bad Boy Humorous New Adult Romance (The DumbF*ck Part Two Book 2)

by Marie Stanley

  As the night wore on Waverly continued to focus on Kevin, Kevin continued to flirt and Walker continued to glare, monitoring every move she made with a deepening scowl. Unnerved by his unwavering scrutiny, she had Adam bring her another drink, she was convinced that every person in the room was aware of this game of wills being played out right in front of them. When Kevin leaned in close enough to nuzzle her neck as he handed her another drink, she stumbled a bit then giggled at her own clumsiness. Shit, she probably shouldn’t have had the third drink, but the dumbfuck had been glaring at her and it helped dull the pain of him refusing her last night.

  As Kevin’s arm settled loosely around her waist Waverly was happily tipping her drink up, using her tongue to try to knock loose the ice stuck to the bottom of the glass. The sound of a glass shattering as it was slammed down startled the entire room. The entire room was startled by the sound of a glass shattering as it was slammed down and all conversation in the room paused. The other guests had begun to separate from the group leaving Waverly and Kevin standing alone when she felt a hand grab her arm.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  Looking up into Walker’s angry eyes, she pulled her arm free from his grasp.

  “Uhm, trying to get this ice unstuck from my glass.”

  She smiled playfully at him then turned back to her task.

  “For fuck’s sake, put your tongue back in your mouth.”

  “Are you a friend of hers?”

  Kevin interrupted, coming to her defense. Waverly giggled, Announcing to Kevin and the entire room,

  “Walker doesn’t want to be friends. He wants a ree lay shun ship.”

  “Waverly,” Walker quietly cautioned her.

  Looking up at him, she saw that his face was affectionate, not nearly as angry as he sounded, at least at her.

  “Tell your new friend to take his hands off of you.”

  Turning to Kevin, in a deep voice she parroted Walker, “Take your hands off of me.”

  Then whispered loudly to Kevin, “He’s very angry.”

  Both men did a slight double take at her, the rest of room watching with interest chuckled then politely looked away. Kevin didn’t remove his hand from her waist, pointedly looking at Walker, he pulled Waverly even closer.

  “I’m not going to tell you again. Take your hands off of her.”

  “Hey Buddy, go cock block somebody else,” Kevin sneered at Walker.

  Walker shoved him, throwing his hands up to block the shove sent Kevin off balance, he Kevin staggered for a minute then regained his balance. Waverly looked at Kevin shocked, then glanced up at Walker, his face calm, his eyes daring Kevin to take it further. Benn appeared stepping in to coax Kevin away with the lure of viewing the rough cut video of the commercials.

  A wave of embarrassment crept over Waverly. Walker winced shaking his hand a couple times then exhaled, his eyes staring at her accusingly.

  “I’ll keep doing this until you stop. I’ll hit, shove or punch whatever it takes until every fucking one of them knows.”

  Leaning forward speaking in a hushed voice to her, it was clear that she had made him angry and it surprised her to find his tone so gentle. The altercation between the two men had sobered her up considerably.

  “Knows?”

  “That you’re mine, that you belong with me.”

  She was pretty certain that a few women in the room sighed at his declaration.

  Walker possessively grabbed her hand, drawing her straight through the house, and out the front door, the entire room of guests stopping to watch the show. Clutching her hand in his, he tugged her along behind him, her heels were making it a struggle to keep up with him and when they reached the gravel drive she stumbled. Stopping he lifted her up fireman style, one arm locked behind her knees, his hold secure, he merely continued striding forward, all the while grumbling low and angry.

  “Fuck. My own house. Jealous of every motherfucking guy who looks at her. Friendliest fucking girl in the whole damn world. Fuck me, smiling at him with those eyes. Clueless. Never been jealous in my life. Stupid motherfucking, fucking, fucker.”

  Taking the guest house porch stairs two at a time, throwing the front door open, he stormed down the hallway finally dumped her on his bed.

  “Walker, I’m...”

  “Shut up,” he spat out at her, then stormed out of the room.

  What a mess she had made. Kevin was humiliated because of her, Walker had hurt his hand because of her, she was still a little drunk and Walker was angry. Flopping down, a sob escaped, pulling the pillow over her face she let the tears come.

  Hearing footsteps she tried to staunch the tears, but only ended up coughing and with the pillow pressed over her face, almost choking herself.

  His hand settled on her arm, when she didn’t move, he pushed up and down lightly on her.

  “Here, take this” he ordered gruffly.

  Too humiliated to lift the pillow and see his face, she ignored him.

  ”Wave, take this, it will make you feel better tomorrow.”

  “Fine,” she mumbled, shoving the pillow down and sitting up, she reached out for the pills and water. Peeking up at him quickly she saw that he didn’t look angry anymore, he was smirking. That her humiliation and tears amused him, only embarrassed her further causing a few more tears to fall. Sitting down next to her on the bed, reaching out with a gentle hand he pushed her hair away from her face.

  “Don’t cry, Wave,” he tried to soothe her, “I’m sorry I shouted. I didn’t mean to scare you. I won’t say anything else about tonight, you’ve had enough drama for one day.”

  Such sweet words from him, her tears fell faster, seeing him again, Kevin, the drinks, it was all just too much.

  Sliding back on the bed, Walker lifted her into his lap and cocooned her in his arms.

  “This is why you need me, to take care of you, watch over you and keep you safe. Keep all of the men away from you.”

  Her tears slowed, His words sounding so sincere in his low smooth voice that she had missed so much, slowed her tears. His arms so strong and solid around her, the sound of his heart thump, thumping under her ear so soothing. Exhausted and very close to falling asleep, the thought floated through her mind that she would like to feel this safe and secure every night.

  “Waverly, you asleep, baby?”

  Eyes closed, she was just too tired to answer.

  “Fuck, you drive me crazy, Hippie girl. You don’t even know how much. We are going to be together. I was so goddamn wrong and it took you away from me. I tried but I can’t be without you. I know I’m not the easiest man in the world to be around, but I mean what I say when I say that you belong to me. I won’t give up until you’re mine again...every part of you”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Walker woke - alone. After she had fallen asleep he had undressed her down to her very sexy matching panties and bra, stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed with her. He hadn’t been confident enough to expect any sex between them yet, especially since he would hold his line on all or nothing until she agreed, or until it killed him. Which if he had to keep seeing her half naked and not get to fuck her, it probably would. He wasn’t really surprised to see that she had escaped back to her room. Throwing the covers off and sitting up, the cut on his hand from when he broke his hand was throbbing from slamming and breaking the glass, he needed to clean it out.

  Entering the kitchen, he stopped mid step. Waverly was bent over the faucet, head turned slightly, her hair streaming down her back, her ass sticking out in the same deep red panties and bra he had tried not to look at earlier. The under cabinet light bathed her body making her skin glow a milky white, contrasting the deep dark red. Fuck, it was like one of his raunchy dreams about her come to life, willing down his rising cock he continued forward.

  “I have glasses you know, very nice ones.”

  She wasn’t startled so she must have heard him approach, turning with a sheepish smile and the full eff
ect of her hit him head on, and her in the bra and panties, hit him hard - in his dick, and his heart. For all of his dictating to her that she was his, it struck him that he was hers, if she repeated the word mine to him as a question, his answer would be swift and true. He was hers. He thought of falling stock prices, his grandmother and red beets to keep from getting even harder.

  “My mouth was so dry, it felt horrible.”

  “I bet.” Reaching over her to get a glass out of the cabinet for her, he winced as his hand curled around the handle, and a few drops of blood oozed out of the cut.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Only a foot away from her, he took in her soft, sleep-rumpled look. Her eyes had lost the guarded, angry look, they were gentle with concern for him. It was a look he had missed. As a man people were often afraid of and intimidated by, Waverly was one of only two people who actually was concerned for his welfare, his needs, and his happiness.

  He had missed that look.

  “It’s nothing,” he grumbled, keeping eye contact with her, not wanting to miss a second of her eyes so soft on him. Dropping her eyes to his hand she noticed the drops of blood, stepping closer, she took his hand.

  “Walker” she breathed out, “It looks bad. I think you need stitches?”

  Lifting his hand gently to look closer at the cut, he could feel her warm breath on his hand, he could see the outline of her hard nipples through the bra she had on, her hair spilled down over her shoulders. Her floral coconutty scent was making his head spin. He waited, not wanting to break the moment, she straightened then, still holding his hand, he saw her eyes drop to take him in, he was clearly hard now under his black boxer briefs.

  Waverly had heard every word he had said last night, his thoughts and declarations when he thought she was asleep. Her heart had melted, the anger she had towards him mostly gone and she let herself forgive him. Now standing there in front of her, in only black boxer briefs, his body so masculine and strong, hard for her. She couldn’t find it in herself to resist him any longer...and she didn’t want to either. Not a patient man except when it came to her, he stood with heated eyes just watching, waiting for her to decide. He was unconditionally standing by her, wanting her, not judging her? Was that love? Was that unconditional love?

  The wounded hand she was holding reached up, running a finger softly over the furrow between her brows, working to smooth it.

  “You’re thinking too hard, Hippie Girl. Do what you do best, go with your heart,” his voice was always low, but lower and deeper now from sleep.

  “My heart?”

  Their eyes were locked on each other, nothing between them but the truth of their words, she felt his hand move slowly down to rest on her breast, over her heart

  “Yes, your heart. It was mine. I want it back.”

  His words tore apart the last shred of wanting to protect herself from him, to keep up her fight against being his. That left her with only what her heart wanted, what she needed, to be with him, to touch him again. To belong to him again.

  She leaned into him, her lips reaching for his, Pulling his head back just before his lips met hers.

  “Are you mine?”

  “Yes.”

  The whispered words had barely escaped her mouth before his arms surrounded her, tightly, lifting her up and so tightly to him that her toes barely touched the ground.

  Holding her to him - safe and secure, his hands slid down to her ass and lifted, with her legs wrapped around his waist, he carried her with steady steps, his mouth locked on hers. Her hands moved to his chest running her fingers everywhere on his upper body that she could touch, frantic in her need for him. His hands were gripping and squeezing her ass, she moaned letting her head fall to his chest.

  Walker lowered himself to his bed, her legs still straddling him. Resting his forehead against hers, his hands smoothed up her back releasing the clasp of her bra.

  Muttering “fuck me, fuck, fucking finally,” his mouth dropped to her breasts.

  Breathing hard, she forced him back, he was very hard under her, so close to being inside her again, watching her own hands as she slid them up to rest on his shoulders. She lifted her head to look into his eyes, a brighter blue than they usually were, so intensely watching her.

  “You are mine,” he growled, his lips kissing across her face, his hands sliding her bra down her arms and tossing it aside.

  “Yes?”

  He tightened his hold on her hips, sliding both of them up the bed.

  “Yes,” she breathed back into his mouth.

  “You are mine,” he repeated moving down her body.

  “Yes,” she agreed, one arm around his shoulders one arm stretching above her head.

  His hot mouth licked her stomach, trailing his tongue down to the waist of her panties, his teeth low on her stomach, scraping and biting at the satin. Pulling and slowly dragging her panties down to her knees. Kneeling up, bare except for his black boxer briefs, his erection straining, he shoved them down. Dropping over her again, his hands touched her everywhere, every lick, stroke and touch gentle and loving. Used to his domineering ways during sex, his gentleness demonstrated his offer to her. She loved it, that he knew this softer side of him was what she needed right then.

  “I’m sorry I made you get into a fight again,” she whispered as he worshiped her body.

  Walker snorted.

  “He shouldn’t have touched you. You belong to me.”

  She laughed low and husky.

  His fingers parted her slow and smooth, gliding back and forth, he could feel that she was so ready for him, so wet, she gripped his shoulders her nails digging in, wanting him closer. He pushed in slowly in, finally, and she moaned.

  “Finally,” he whispered, his forehead dropping to rest on hers.

  “Finally” she agreed softly, clutching him tighter and urging him to move.

  Walker rolled so that Waverly was straddling him, his hands urging her knees wider. Pushing down lower onto him, her head fell back, her eyes closed, lifting and lowering her, with his hands on her hips he moved her. Walker could feel that she was so close.

  “Do it. Now. For me,” he whispered against her throat, rocking her hips against him.

  Groaning his name she let her head tip back until the ends of her hair brushed his knees. Pulling her head back down to see her face, Walker watched the orgasm roll through her, every part of her tightened, he pulled up moving his mouth to her neck groaning as his own orgasm took over his body.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Waverly lay contentedly admiring Walker. Flat on his stomach, with the sheets wrapped around his muscular back, his arms bent so his hands rested on either side of his head. His lips were so full and soft as he slept, making him look much younger she mused. After being without him, just to be able to lay here and just look at him uninterrupted was heavenly.

  Waverly reached out to trace over his tattoo, gently so she wouldn’t wake him. There were times when she was younger that she had thought about getting a tattoo, but she had no significant any significant thought that she wanted to make permanent. The entire process seemed like too much pain for her, Walker was such a bad-ass, he probably smiled through the entire process, okay maybe not smile, he wasn’t a smiley person. Maybe he just counted a stack of money or thought of his next corporate take over. Seeing his fingers twitch she looked at the hand lying close to her face, it was a bit swollen and a small amount of blood had spread through the bandage. She felt a warm flood of embarrassment, to get that tipsy in front of people she worked with and others she didn’t know well.

  She thought he would have been furious with her but Walker had been understanding and gentle, maybe the altercation with Kevin had gotten it all out of his system. He had fought for her, been so angry that another man had been touching her, and the way he had just carried her out of there had been quite the romantic gesture. Even the nightly texts that he sent her, poetry, such sweet loving words. Rolling away and over onto her back, s
he reached for her phone. “Tuus sum” Latin for, I am yours.

  “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

  Reaching up he pushed her hair back, other than his hand he hadn’t moved at all, but his eyes watched her intently.

  “Just thinking” she answered him quietly. He was still flat on his stomach, she was flat on her back, their faces turned to each other.

  “Please don’t, it’s not your strong suit,” he grumbled, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled up a bit.

  “Walker?”

  Moving her body closer to him, sliding her hand across him to rest her hand over his tattoo.

  “Oh God,” he exhaled, still not moving but closing his eyes in exasperation.

  “Walker” she pinched him on the underside of his tattooed bicep where her hand had been scratching lightly.

  “We need to talk.”

  He groaned “Can we fuck again, first?”

  Sighing dramatically, she crawled closer to him and teased, “You blue bloods have such a way with words.”

  “This blue blood fucking almost got into another fight over you and made you come multiple times last night,” he reminded her, smoothing his hand lightly down her back and then smacking her ass.

  Waverly squealed, then wiggled, nestling in close to him, his arms wrapped around her tightly, squeezing her into him. Tucking her head into the crook of his neck she rubbed her nose back and forth, inhaling his scent.