You're Mine: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance

by Lauren Wood

  Ethan was growing with the intensity of her lips sliding up and down quickly. He could feel his balls jumping and he knew the cascade of cream was rapidly approaching the moment of release. He looked down into her eyes and saw that she was there with him. They were sharing something more important than this one time together. “Fuck… I don’t know where you get this from…you greedy little bitch…you fucking greedy little bitch… YESSSSS.” She had easily coaxed him into the climax with the resounding echo of his scream loud enough to be heard by several of the patrons.

  He had had his fair share of orgasms, but this one went beyond anything that had ever happened before. He reluctantly took control of the situation. He fell against the table with his limp and spent organ lying there useless. He needed a moment to collect himself and then he was lifting her and put her in the same position that he was just in. He lifted her legs onto the arms of the chair that he was currently occupying.

  “I can’t believe that we have never met each other until today. I don’t really know anything about the sport, but I think that I’m willing…to… Oh fuck…find out.” Her legs were vibrating and the tremble along her flesh was a good reminder that this guy knew what he was doing. “Yes…put that tongue in there deep and never pull it out. Come on; show me what those other girls have raved about.” “I have a feeling that what I’m getting from him is more than any of his other conquests. There is a real connection and one that I’m not imagining.

  Ethan had pulled away the sopping crotch of her panties to see her wet slit split down the middle. He applied pressure with his tongue and let each inch of that oral digit disappear from view. He could feel the fire within and soon played two fingers in a corkscrew motion. He continued to do this with his tongue now paying extra attention to her enlarged clit. It was quite large and one of the larger ones that he had ever seen. He sucked it back and forth. Her long intimidating nails were ripping through the fabric of his shirt. Her long claws had stripped a switch off his chest with lines that were perfectly mimicking that of a wild animal attack.

  “That’s it…right there…put a little extra suction…ahhh. I never knew that it could be this…good.” Natasha lay back on the table where she had just eaten her meal and was now in the process of enjoying the expertise of his tongue. She let loose with a cry of desire that came from deep down. She tried to hold it together, but she was completely nuts. Her body short circuited and she lie there like a victim that had just gone a few rounds with the best heavyweight in the business. She was knocked out cold, but her eyes were open and staring at practically nothing. She jerked two more times like a fish that had just found itself clinging to life outside the water.

  She was still feeling all of this electricity and then he supplied the goldenrod. That knob separated the lips and began to slip easily down into her tunnel of love. Her lips closed in around him. It was quite daunting to feel her like a tight glove holding him in place. It took a lot of effort to get a good pace going. He was feeling it creeping up on him and he knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t help himself. He was totally alive and watching as his cock vanished like that of a magic act. His balls were pressed up against her. He reached underneath to grab her ass. The slapping sounds of their flesh only fueled them into a deeper need for one another.

  “Fuck me…don’t stop and god damn it…I want you to show me that infamous stamina that you’re known for. Get that pussy…bang me into submission and make me want to crawl over broken glass for another go with you.” She saw the streaks of red on his chest. She noticed that her libido had definitely gone off the charts. “I know that he will never hurt me. I have this instinct that tells me that he wants more. I just hope that I’m not deluding myself or wishing on something that cannot be.”

  Ethan saw that she was lying there, but she wasn’t out of the action. She was finding her second wind and was now raising herself up on her hands and pushing up against him. They were staring at each other and not taking their eyes off one another. It was too much and they were soon on the table with the legs barely able to withstand the weight. He was on top of her, working his hips and then the floodgates came upon them quickly.

  “I want to cum, but I don’t want to do it without you.” Ethan was showing a real maturity. He felt her undulate around his manly steed.

  “Join me…join me and stop trying to play…the martyr… YESSSSS.” Her loins were on fire and then the blaze turned into an inferno that gripped them like no other. “I think that we have always known each other and didn’t even know it. This was meant to be. I can only hope that our future is within each other’s arms. I can feel his cock ready and I know that he’s trying to hold out, but it’s a losing battle.

  “I need to…get off… ahhhh.” This had a more profound effect on him than any other time. He felt like he has being siphoned dry and lying on top of her after such an exercise had them sticking together.

  They soon announced their impending nuptials and it came as quite a shock to everybody including her friend Travis. At first, the press thought that it was a public relations nightmare. That he was trying to project the wholesome family thing for the sake of advertising dollars. It was obvious from the moment that they kissed that they were indeed in love. He bowed out of three games even though the coach told him that if he tried that that he would be benched for the rest of the season.

  She had technically won the bet and the story had put his career in jeopardy. It was only after a few other players came forward that they realized the true culprit was the coach of the high school in which they had come from.

  Ethan had to get his GED all over again without the coach holding his hand. He barely passed, but he had many days to cram with Natasha being there to substitute as the strict father figure.

  They married in a small ceremony with Travis being her best man. It was unconventional, but everything about their relationship had started on false pretenses.

  They took those three days to go into the mountains for an impromptu honeymoon. They never left the cabin the entire time and only emerged from the bedroom long enough to feed their need for food and drink

  Those that were on the fence about him as that wholesome role model were now clamoring to sign him on the million dollar dotted line. They had a bright future and the baby would have the love of both of their parents regardless of blood relation or not.

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE COLLECTION

  I AM HIS GIFT

  Chapter 1

  Where is Gemma Darlings? Gemma rolled her eyes and dropped the magazine in disgust. Someone had slipped it under her door late last night or early this morning. It was obviously at attempt to rattle her, but Gemma was better than that. She was far more resilient than the public wanted to believe.

  Still, curiosity got the best of her, and she bent down to pick it up again. Flipping through its pages until she found her story, she leaned against the counter and skimmed over the first few sentences.

  Six months have passed since American Sweetheart Gemma Darlings was caught in the arms of married photographer Spencer Harkers. Since the announced divorce of the Harkers couple, the model has since disappeared. Rumor has it that the make-up giant Flawless and clothing designer Stephan Tolstov had both broken their contracts with her. Will Gemma Darlings rise again?

  “Rubbish,” Gemma muttered as she tossed the magazine on the counter. Of course, none of it was actual rubbish. There were pictures of her in the arms of her favorite photographer, Spencer was in the middle of a divorce, and she’d been fired from all of her contracts. The public might love a scandal, but no one wanted to be associated with the home wrecker. Spencer and his wife were a beloved duo in the photography world, and people couldn’t believe that Spencer would cheat on her.

  All it had taken was one picture for Gemma to go from beloved role model to the woman in red. And the hits had just kept on coming. Piled next to her on the counter were the bills with past-due notices. Her phone a
nd her electricity would be cut off within days. If she didn’t find a way to make some money soon, they’d repossess her car and kick her out of her apartment.

  Her beloved apartment. Nestled on the California coast, it overlooked the majestic Pacific Ocean. She made a point to be home as much as possible so she could sit out on her deck and watch the sun set. The golds and reds across the horizon would shimmy and glitter across the cascading waves of the water. Growing up, she’d always wanted a beach view home, and this place was her crowning success. It was the trophy of all that she had accomplished, and she was going to lose it.

  “How the mighty do fall,” she murmured as she swept her hand across the counter angrily. The bills fluttered to the floor, and she had to fight back her tears. She blamed Spencer for this. It was all his fault.

  The phone rang, and she lunged for it. Normally it was only collection agencies calling for their money, but she never gave up hope that someone would want to work with her again. The name Elizabeth Towney danced across the screen. For a moment, she almost ignored it. Lizzie used to be one of her oldest friends, but they’d drifted apart with Gemma’s success. But this wasn’t the time to be ignoring contacts.

  “Lizzie,” she said in what she hoped was a delighted tone. “How are you?”

  “Hi Gemma,” she said cautiously. “I’m good. It’s been awhile. I’ve actually been in France for the past couple of months, and I just got back. My mailbox and voicemail is flooded with invites to do interviews about you. What the hell is going on?”

  Gemma narrowed her eyes. Lizzie wouldn’t actually agree to do those interviews, would she? They hadn’t talked in months, but surely she wouldn’t betray her like that. “Just a little scandal,” she said breezily. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

  “I read the article in Celebrity magazine. It seems like more than just a little scandal. Gemma, I know we’ve been a part for awhile, but I still love you, and now I’m concerned about you.”

  Feeling the tears prick her eyes, Gemma took a deep breath. She and Lizzie had been roommates back before Gemma had gotten famous. Together they’d waded through the life that was the scum of Los Angeles. Now she had no idea what Lizzie was doing with her life. What kind of friend was she?

  “I’m broke,” she admitted softly. “God, Lizzie, I’m about to lose everything. And I really don’t know what to do. Absolutely no one will hire me. I worked so hard, and now it’s all reduced to one stupid picture in a tabloid.”

  “Oh Gemma,” her friend exclaimed. “Come over. We’ll open up a bottle of wine and talk all about it.”

  Gemma sniffled and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to do that. I know I’ve been a shitty friend.”

  “Nonsense. You need someone, and I’m here for you. And that’s all that matters right now. I’d come there, but I’m up to my elbows in pasta. I’ll text you the address, and you can come sit and chat. Together, we’ll figure something out.”

  Up to her elbows in pasta? Lizzie always did like to cook. “Thank you,” Gemma said tearfully, and she meant it. All of her model friends had ditched her as soon as the scandal broke. When Gemma refused to talk about it, they put as much distance between them and her as possible. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend.

  She was resilient. She reminded herself of that over and over again as she grabbed her coat. She’d make it through, even if she did it with a friend by her side.

  ***

  Charlie Connor lounged on his couch and stared at the ceiling. He had three hours before he was supposed to make an appearance at his birthday bash across town, but he was still wearing only his silk boxers.

  His thirty-fifth birthday party was the talk of the city. More than five hundred people were invited, and when Charlie glanced over the list, he realized that he didn’t really know even half of them. Those that he was closest to weren’t even on the list. Instead it was all about the A-list. Actors, politicians, models, and singers could celebrate his life with him, but his best friend wasn’t allowed in. Shawn Silva was hardly A-list. He was just an employee at Connor Industries. Apparently twenty years of friendship didn’t land a man an invitation.

  The party was supposed to be spectacular. The Victoria secret models would be there. They were flying in the greatest mixologists from all over the world to come up with brand new cocktails, and some well-known blonde singer was supposed to debut her newest song.

  There was also a talk of a floating pool. And Charlie didn’t give a damn about it. He had far more on his mind on his thirty-fifth birthday than attending yet another public function. He didn’t want to see the press. He didn’t want to schmooze investors. He just wanted to turn on the television and lose him in mindless dribble for the night.

  Most would say that he’d accomplished quite a bit at the age of thirty-five. Connor Industries was thriving. It was one of the biggest corporations in the country, and he had his hand in countless pies. But Connor Industries had been his father’s brainchild. It had been great when Charlie inherited it. He’d made it better, but for Charlie, that just didn’t seem to be enough.

  Something was missing. He’d been feeling it for a while now. But he just couldn’t figure out what it was.

  Instead of reaching for the remote, he grabbed his phone instead. Shawn picked up on the first ring. “Happy birthday old man.”

  “Old man? You turn thirty-five next month,” Charlie grumbled.

  “Yup. And that still makes you older than me. Why aren’t you drunk by now? It’s three in the afternoon. Last weekend you said that if you remember anything from your party, you weren’t celebrating correctly.”

  “What happens if I just skip the party? You can come over here, and we’ll order pizza and play on the Xbox all night.”

  Shawn chuckled. “That sounds awesome, but I’m fairly certain your PR representative would have me assassinated if you skipped your party to be with me. And I have plans to live to see my thirty-fifth birthday. Besides, I’m in New York right now.”

  “Why are you in New York?” Charlie frowned.

  “Jesus Charlie, you are in a mood. I’m here for the investors meeting. Remember?”

  “Ah, shit. That’s right.” Charlie closed his eyes and sighed. So much for hanging out with Shawn all night. “How’s that going?”

  “It’s how you think it’s going. A bunch of white men with white hair trying to outdo each other with numbers and figures. I’m ready for a drink, and I haven’t even had lunch.”

  “Guess I should get ready for my party,” Charlie grumbled.

  “Dude, you are one of the richest men in the city. Barring that, you are a fucking adult. It’s your birthday. If you don’t want to go to your own damn party, don’t go. So it might be a PR nightmare. It’s not like your company is at risk of going under if you don’t make an appearance. Quit trying to make the important people happy. For once, do something that makes you happy. And by that, I don’t mean try your hand at banging all of the Victoria Secret models again.”

  “There are still two holding out on me,” Charlie murmured as he grinned at the memory. The press had a field day with those photos.

  “If you want to stay in watching television, do that. If you want to go skinny-dipping in the ocean alone, do that. If you want to join your best friend in a series of mind-numbing meetings in New York, I’m not going to stop you,” Shawn joked.

  “Well, you’ve made it sound so fun,” Charlie said dryly. “But you’re not wrong. I should be able to say how I spend my birthday. And it shouldn’t be with a ton of people I barely know.”

  “Whatever you decide to do, be careful. The paparazzi will eat you alive if they discover that you’re not at your party. Where are you?”

  “Condo on Pierce Drive.”

  “That’s good. No one has caught on that you own that place. Damn. Perkins is giving me the death stare. I’d better get going. Call me later.”

  Charlie was about to say something else, but Shawn hung up. Wit
h a shrug, Charlie tossed the phone on the table and pursed his lips. Making a decision, he jolted up and ran into the kitchen. Opening up one of the drawers, he started pulling out to-go menus. As one slid out of his reach, he bent down to pick it up.

  Towney Catering.

  Someone had given it to him a few weeks ago and mentioned that it was new and hip. Just the two things he hated the most. But when he opened it up, he couldn’t help but see a few things that sounded good.

  Vaulting over the couch back, he landed hard on the cushions and leaned his head back. He was going to spend the night with good food, good movies, and possibly good porn.

  With a wicked smile, he picked up the phone and dialed his public relations agent. “Johnson,” he said brightly. “I’m really not feeling all that well.”

  Chapter 2

  Gemma took off her sunglasses, hat, and wig when she entered Lizzie’s place. It was an expansive warehouse that has been converted into a catering business. The counter tops were covered in a beautiful gray marble, and the appliances were a dazzling stainless steel. She thought her own kitchen was impressive, but it was nothing compared to this.

  “You made it!” Lizzie beamed as she rushed towards her. She went in for a hug but stopped and looked at her arms. They were covered in sauce. “I’d hug you, but I don’t think this sauce is going to go with your outfit.”

  Looking down at her expensive Italian silk white shirt that she’d paired with her dark tight jeans, Gemma shrugged. “Looks aren’t getting me very far these days anyways,” she said as she leaned in for the hug.