Millionaire Hero (Freeman Brothers Book 4)

by Natasha L. Black

  It seemed like hours passed between me calling Nick and him pulling up in front of the house. Seeing him made me realize I didn’t even know why he was the one I called. It didn’t make sense. Experiencing something like that should have had me calling a girlfriend to vent. Instead, Nick was the first name that came to mind.

  I tried to tell myself it was because he was involved in this entire situation with Justin. He was the one who understood what happened and the legal issues that went into it. Considering I was still determined to pursue any legal action that might even be possible, Nick was my backup. He heard the story within days of it happening and did the in-depth research into it, so he understood the ins and outs.

  But if I was really being honest with myself, I would have to admit that calling Nick was just because I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear his voice and tell him what was going on. That was too much for me to think about right then, so I pushed the thought out of my mind and instead just watched him get out of the car.

  The door was still standing open from when Justin stomped out. He didn’t even have the decency to close it behind him, and I didn’t want to get anywhere near it after he walked out. I looked through it now as Nick jogged up the sidewalk toward me. He came inside, and I gestured to the door.

  “Can you believe that?” I asked.

  “What? The door?” Nick asked. “Is there something wrong with it?”

  “He didn’t even bother to close it.”

  “Who? Justin?”

  “Yes,” I said, spinning around and stomping further into the house.

  Nick closed the door and took a few steps further inside. “He came here?”

  “He didn’t even call me to ask if it was alright. He just showed up. Then he started storming around the house, demanding everything that he says belongs to him. Of course, he was trying to take a whole lot of stuff that wasn’t even close to his,” I said.

  “Like what?” Nick asked.

  “Decorative things that were here before he even moved in. Some electronics I bought. Camping equipment. Even the slow cooker. What was he trying to pull with that? Was he planning on going home and whipping up a nice batch of chili to celebrate ransacking my house?” I asked.

  “What did you do?” Nick asked.

  “I told him those things weren’t his and he needed to leave before I called the police and got them involved. He said I’m keeping his things away from him and trying to manipulate him with them so I can keep hanging on to him. Can you believe that? He seriously thinks I would keep the box of clothes stuffed in my closet and his cheap steak knives so he would be forced to come here and interact with me.”

  “Did he take the things that did belong to him?”

  “Yes. And it wasn’t much. I managed to throw most of what he owned out onto the lawn the day I found the papers. I couldn’t find everything before he left that day, so there were still a few scraggling things. He got those and put them in his car, then was trying to come back for more stuff, but I wouldn’t let him take anything. He was being so much of an ass I almost smacked him,” I said.

  “Was his name ever on the lease?” Nick asked.

  “No,” I said. “And I know all about the occupancy laws and everything. He lived here long enough that I couldn’t actually force him out of the house. If he had just refused to leave that day, I would have had to go through the courts to get him out. But he left voluntarily. He took his belongings and established residence somewhere else, so he lost that claim.”

  “Good. I’m glad you thought about that.” Nick let out a breath. “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this. Is there anything I can do for you to help you feel better aside from listening to you rant?”

  He looked into my eyes, and a delicious thrill went up my spine. I grinned at him. Nick obviously immediately understood what I was thinking, and before I even said a word, he nodded. We rushed toward each other, latching onto each other in a deep kiss. An instant later, I dragged him into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind us.

  As the door slammed behind him, I jumped into his arms. He grabbed me with his strong grip under my ass and held me aloft, high enough that our mouths were at the same level. I pressed my lips to his, and they opened hungrily, our tongues searching and finding each other. I breathed in the taste of him, driving my desire higher and letting the anger melt away into a need for him. I craved his skin, and I tore at his shirt to get it open. His back pressed against the door as he held me, fingers digging deep into my ass.

  Walking me away from the door, Nick sat me down on the edge of the bed and removed the rest of his shirt. I launched at him, pulling him by his hips toward me so I could run my tongue along his chiseled chest and rock-hard abdomen. While I did so, I reached for his belt and began to yank it away, digging for the bulge that I could see pressing against the zipper of his pants. He reached down below my mouth and pulled my chin up to look at him and grinned. That grin sent a thrill up my spine, and the tingle between my thighs turned into white-hot craving.

  His hands reached down to mine and pulled them away. He was slowing me down, making me go at his pace, and a shudder ran through me at the measure of control he was showing. What’s more, I wanted to give him that control. I wanted to pleasure him with my body, to satisfy him so fully that he exploded, and never forgot the way I touched him. Smirking still, he reached down and unzipped his pants and shimmied them off himself. My eyes grew wide as I watched him pull his boxers down achingly slowly, revealing his cock inch by inch.

  Finally, it sprung out at me, and my ability to not touch him ceased. I plunged forward, wrapping my hand around his base and my lips over his head. He moaned deeply, and I dropped to my knees in front of him, taking him as deeply into my throat as I dared. I nearly choked when he reached the back of my throat and slid him back out again. I stroked him onto my tongue and dove down again, making sure to slide my other hand up and massage his balls underneath.

  I felt his hands reach behind me and unhook my bra in one deft move. I dove down again, taking him fully into my mouth as he pulled my shirt up and let my bra fall away. My large, round breasts bounced out and when I pulled my lips off his hard cock, I yanked the shirt off me and tossed it aside. I looked up at him and straightened myself taller on my knees. Pressing my chest into him, I let his wet cock slide between my breasts, and I pressed them together. One of his hands reached behind my neck as he rocked into me, sliding his massive cock up to my chin. I bowed my head and flicked my tongue over the head when he slid upward and relished in the sound of his moans.

  Suddenly, Nick pulled my shoulders back and placed his hand under my chin again, nudging me to stand. As I did, I slid my thumbs into my waistband and yanked down to get my pants down off my hips. Our lips met again briefly, then he trailed kisses down my neck as he reached down to pick me up again. I rose weightlessly and wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my clit against the muscles of his abdomen while he took a breast into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue on my nipple made it hard, and he suckled on me as he walked me back to the bed.

  Nick laid me down across the bed sideways and before I could move, was already on his knees. He dove his tongue into me without ceremony, and I cried out, reaching down to fill my hand with his hair. I pulled him into me as his tongue slid in and out of me and then up my folds to my clit. Flicking it and massaging the hood open, he slid one thick finger inside me, and I writhed in pleasure. I could feel the oncoming climax building tension inside me, and I longed to release it. Rather than hold it in, I let go, and with a loud cry, I came to the sensation of his tongue on my clit and the pad of his finger brushing my upper walls.

  My hands went to the bedsheets, and I filled them, yanking up and pulling them off the mattress. I was moaning so loudly, it was the only sound that seemed to exist, and I clenched my shaking legs around his ears. When I felt like I couldn’t take the direct stimulation any longer, I reached to pull him up, and he stood, stroking his cock and pu
lling me into place. I spread myself for him and took a deep breath in, trying to steel myself for his massive, thick cock to stretch me.

  Nick leaned over me, his breath hot and heavy with anticipation and our lips met again. With our tongues mixing with one another, I pressed my hips toward him, and he thrust his. My mouth opened, and I threw my head back as I tried to cry out, but my voice was empty. I felt like I was being split in two by the engorged cock that was only partially in me, and I clenched on his hair as he trailed kisses along my collarbone. He waited there, letting me adjust to him before sliding partially out again. Another thrust brought him deeper into me, and I felt my eyes roll back as I erased the line separating pain and pleasure. He waited again until I adjusted, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and powerful but with a hint of concern.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. With another, harder thrust, he was fully inside me, and my nails dragged into his back. His moan mixed with the returning sound of my voice, and he lay still for a moment before rocking back and plunging into me again.

  Slowly, his rhythm increased, and my body adjusted more fully. He stood, pulling my hips toward him and slipping a pillow underneath me so I was angled better for him. I pulled my legs up and rested them on his shoulders as he bent them back toward me. His hands clenched over mine, holding me in place as he thrust into me and filled me to an impossible degree. Wave after wave of climax washed over me until my toes curled and my vision filled with darkness and points of light. I felt like I might pass out with the overwhelming pleasure but took a few deep breaths and returned to a measure of control.

  After some time, Nick slid out of me, and a sound somewhere between a pout and a gasp passed my lips. He motioned for me to scoot further into the bed, and I did. Crawling onto the bed with me, Nick smirked again, and I felt the thrill go up my body once more. I would do anything for that smirk. Including flipping over when he motioned for me to roll.

  Pulling my hips back up so I was on all fours, Nick positioned himself behind me. I barely had time to prepare before he was inside me again, filling me and slamming into me. One hand reached under me to cup my breast, the thumb and forefinger pinching and then rubbing my nipple, while the other grasped my shoulder and pulled me into him with each thrust. I reveled in the sensation of his strong grip pulling me into place, using me, fucking me. I cried out in short bursts as another climax began to build. This time I could feel his muscles tense behind me, his thrusts become harder and faster, and I knew he was close, too.

  “Come for me,” I cried as he slammed into me, and a moan rose deep from within his chest. His hands moved to my hips and pulled them hard with each thrust. Our bodies slapped together as his hands filled with my ass cheeks, pulling them up to get a better angle. His groans got louder, more intense, and just as the wave of a powerful orgasm washed over me, he exploded, coming deep inside me as he cried out in pleasure. Folding down over me, he clutched me in place, hands kneading my breasts as he pulled me deeper over his cock. My pussy milked him until he was empty, and we tumbled sideways onto the pillows, the sheets and blankets curled around us.

  18

  Nick

  Not waking up in my own bed always threw me off. Even when I was on vacation, being in a different bed meant I rarely got good sleep and often woke up feeling groggy and a little out of sorts.

  That morning I definitely didn’t wake up in my own bed. I didn’t wake up in a bed at all. I was sprawled out on a fluffy rug spread across a hardwood floor and feeling disoriented. The space under an elevated bed and the feet of a dresser on the other side of the room wasn’t something I was expecting to see first thing when I opened my eyes in the morning.

  In the first few seconds of grogginess, I couldn’t really remember how I ended up there. But when it all sank back in, I was far from feeling out of sorts. I wasn’t totally sure what the opposite of that was, but if in sorts was it, I was in all the sorts.

  Not only was I on the floor of Bryn’s bedroom naked with only part of a sheet draped across me from where it hung down from the bed, but I got there after she and I tumbled down during another round in the middle of the night. She wasn’t lying there beside me, so I could only assume she had gotten up some time after I drifted off to sleep.

  Wriggling over to the side, I pulled the sheet down to wrap around me and sat up. I could see the top of the bed now and Bryn lying flat across it. She was on her belly, her adorable round ass sticking up in the cool air of the room. Her head was near the edge of the bed, her arms propping it up like a makeshift pillow. All the memories of the night before went rushing through my head.

  It was enough to make me want to wake her up. But I didn’t get the chance. Before I could even reach for her, Bryn lifted her head and turned it so her chin rested on her arm. Her hair fell sideways over her head and tumbled down the side of her face to pool on the mattress in front of her. She blinked her heavy-lidded eyes at me a couple times, then giggled.

  She buried her face in her arm, then looked at me again. I was expecting her to scramble off the bed and run out of sight, or to tell me to leave. Instead, she blinked at me again and bit her bottom lip.

  Dropping the sheet onto the floor, I scrambled up onto the bed and flipped her over onto her back. She grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck as I came down on top of her for a kiss.

  That round nearly turned into two, but finally we realized we were drained and hungry. Reluctantly dragging ourselves out of the bedroom, we went to the kitchen to forage for food. I barely even realized as I sat there watching her move around finding food to make for us that I’d plopped down on one of the breakfast nook chairs in nothing but boxers. I felt oddly comfortable with her.

  I couldn’t tell what she was up to, and I was surprised when she reached in the freezer and pulled out a giant zipper-top storage bag.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  She looked at the bags and at me, giving a sheepish smile. “Cinnamon rolls. I make them in huge batches and stash them in the fridge for whenever I might need them.”

  “Do you frequently experience cinnamon roll emergencies?” I asked.

  “When I was a little girl, my mother dedicated herself to teaching me all the finer points of being a proper hostess. Some of them stuck, such as your home should always smell good, and you should always have something delicious on hand for company,” she said.

  “I guess I count as company,” I said.

  She laughed and leaned down to pull a baking tray out of a cabinet. “You definitely kept me company last night. It was exactly what I needed.”

  “Glad to be of service,” I said.

  She flipped me a sassy look over her shoulder and started doling out buns onto the tray. She shoved them into the oven, then went to the coffee maker. “I don’t have an entire piece of massive furniture dedicated to fancy coffee flavors, but I have a good dark roast.”

  I laughed. “Dark roast sounds good to me.”

  She started the coffee brewing and came to sit at the table with me. As she sat down, I had the strange compulsion to reach out and take her hand. I stroked my thumb over her fingers but let it fall away quickly. This was a strange place for us to be in. Not that I was hoping for a deep conversation about it. In fact, at that moment I was kind of hoping for no conversation at all.

  There was no pretending it didn’t happen. That wasn’t even something I wanted. But I also wasn’t looking to serve up a big helping of emotions and feelings along with our cinnamon rolls. I was still confused as to where all of this was going.

  “In all seriousness, thank you for coming over last night,” Bryn said. “It was all just a lot.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to be here for you. I can’t believe he just showed up like that,” I said.

  She shook her head and stood up to go over to the coffee maker and take the full carafe out. Grabbing two mugs by their handles, she brought them over to the table and set th
em down in front of me.

  “Neither can I,” she said. “You would think he would at least have the decency to call me ahead of time and say he wanted to come over and get his stuff. Of course, we’re talking about somebody who committed theft against the person he was supposed to spend his life with, so maybe I shouldn’t actually be so surprised at his lack of decorum.”

  I was more stunned by that comment than I would really like to feel. “Yeah,” I forced out.

  She sat down and watched me pour myself a cup of coffee silently. “Something wrong?”

  I looked up at her and shook my head. “No. I guess I just didn’t realize the two of you were that serious. I mean, I knew you lived together and everything, but I didn’t know you were planning on getting married.”

  “Oh,” she said. “Well, I guess, technically, we weren’t. It’s not like he had ever asked me, or we had started making plans or anything. But he was really good at saying all the things he thought I wanted to hear and making me feel like there was a future ahead for us.”

  I nodded. “Did you want to marry him?”

  I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. That really wasn’t the type of question I wanted to ask a woman who still smelled like me while I sat in my underwear in her kitchen after waking up on her bedroom floor. Fortunately, she didn’t look at me like I was as much of an idiot as I felt like. I didn’t even know where that question came from.

  “Um,” Bryn said, sounding a bit awkward as she swirled her spoon around in her mug. “I don’t really know. I mean… yeah, I guess. But… no. I don’t really know how to explain it. We were together for a long time, and I figured I was getting to the age when I should be thinking about marriage and my future and all those things. So, I guess in that way, yes, I wanted to marry him. He seemed like as good an option as any, and I didn’t exactly have a frame of reference for how it was supposed to feel to choose that one person you wanted to be with.”