Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance (6 page)

9.

We ditched the big rig at a truck stop on the
edge of town, then borrowed another car and drove the only place we knew to go.
Back to Maurice’s.
I was dreading the moment when we
admitted we had lost the best vehicle he ever owned. He could hold a grudge,
that one, and he wasn’t always as nice as he let on. But he was the only friend
we had left.

The front door was ajar.

“Maurice?” Eli called.

No answer. A yellow
taxi cab
pulled up in front of the house and honked. Not wanting the driver to see our
faces we hastily ducked through the open door.

“Maurice?” Eli called again as we made our way
down the little hall toward the bedroom.

There was some kind of commotion coming from
Maurice’s room. We ran down the hall and threw open the door. Luggage was
scattered on the floor around Maurice’s bed. Maurice was kneeling on the bed,
trying to close an overstuffed suitcase.

“Where you going, Maurice?” Eli asked.

It was like he noticed us for the first time.
“Oh!” Maurice gasped. “Mr. Rutherford? Avery? But how … the lake house …”

Maurice lost his grip on the overstuffed
suitcase and it came unclasped. Green wads of money spilled out, falling on the
bed. Eli opened the suitcase all the way and saw that it was completely filled
with stacks of cash.

“Maurice, where did you get all this money?” Eli
asked. “It’s mine, isn’t it?” Eli grabbed Maurice by the shirt collar, lifting
him to the tips of his toes. “Tell me, Maurice. Tell me, goddamn it!”

“Put me down, sir,” Maurice said.

Eli lowered him so his feet were flat on the
floor, but he didn’t loosen his grip on Maurice’s collar. The two men were
standing nose to nose, though Eli was several inches taller.

“Sure, it’s your money,” Maurice said. “I took
it. You murdered your wife and I figured you were going away for a long, long
time. You wouldn’t be needing cash where you were headed.”

Eli looked crestfallen. “But I could have hired
a lawyer,” he said. “I would have beaten the charges. How could you do that to
me, Maurice? You practically raised me.”

“Yeah, I raised you,” he said. “And my mama
raised your daddy. Hell, she spent more time with him than she did with me. My
grandma? Let’s talk about my grandma. She raised your grandpa.

“Your grandpa was the second Eli Rutherford,
right? Because you’re the fourth, and your daddy was the third. Well, old Eli
the Second, he loved my grandma. He loved her a little too much. We called her
Mama
Lovie
. He called her whatever he wanted. When he
was fifteen years old, he put a baby inside her. She tried to report him and
got a beating for her troubles.

“Well, nine months later, Mama
Lovie
had a little mixed baby. Half black, half white, one
hundred percent Rutherford. I’m told he had your grandpa’s eyes. That baby was
the rightful heir to the Rutherford fortune. All the lands, the homes and
second homes and third homes, the fortune built on the backs of my ancestors
who toiled in your tobacco fields—at least some of it should have gone to
that little baby. My uncle. That would never do, of course. The
Rutherfords
are prim and proper folks. One night some white
men took that baby from Mama
Lovie
, stuffed him in a
tote sack with a big rock and tossed him in the river.

“That took care of that. From then on, your
grandpa was sure to use a condom when he had his way with the womenfolk in my
family.”

Eli staggered backward. “It’s a lie,” he said.
“I don’t believe you.”

“Believe what you want, motherfucker,” Maurice
said. “It doesn’t matter now. Just think about it, though. Think about the way
my mama shuddered when your grandpa
lay
his hand on
her. The way his hand lingered on the small of her back a little too long.”

“I do remember,” Eli said. “My god, it’s all
true, isn’t it?”

Maurice didn’t reply. He just stood there
staring at Eli.

“You’re the one who tipped off the police when
we went to the lake house,” Eli said.

Maurice nodded solemnly. A car horn honked
outside. The taxi! It was still waiting in front of Maurice’s house.

“Where are you taking the money?” Eli asked.

“The airport,” Maurice said. “Your jet hasn’t
been seized yet, and your pilot is still on retainer for another month. He’s
making one last flight on the Rutherford family dime.”

“Where to?” I asked.

“Wherever I say. I am paying cash, after all.”

The taxi driver honked again. Eli looked around
the bedroom. “Six suitcases,” he said. “How much money is here?”

“A little over two billion,” Maurice said.

Eli grabbed two of the suitcases. “Take one,
Avery. We’re leaving.” He turned to Maurice. “You’re not going with us. I can
never trust you again after what you did. But, if what you say is true, then I
am sorry for the way my family treated yours. Take half the money. Consider us
even.”

Eli lifted his suitcases and made for the door.
“Come on, kid,” he said to me. “Driver’s waiting.”

Mine was too heavy, and Maurice had to help me.

“Thanks, Maurice,” Eli said, taking the bag from
him and placing it in the trunk. “And Maurice? If I see even one police officer
when I get to my airport hangar, I’m telling the cops where they can find a
billion dollars’ worth of stolen money. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “Thank you, Mr. Rutherford.
Y’all
be
safe.”

The men stared at each other for a second, and
to my surprise they hugged goodbye. Eli and I loaded into the taxi as the
irritable driver barked about the wait and the inconvenience and how he was
losing money every minute we delayed. A hundred dollar bill from Eli’s pocket
shut him up quick.

We enjoyed a quiet ride to the airport, taking
in the view of our hometown, assuming it was the last time we’d ever see the
place.

10.

When Eli and I walked into our private hangar,
the pilot’s jaw dropped. He was a tall, lanky man with a face covered in
freckles. A flat blue pilot’s cap was pulled over his curly red hair.

“Mr. Rutherford?” the pilot exclaimed. “But
Maurice—”

“Maurice gave us his ticket,” Eli grinned.

The pilot sprang to attention. “Yes sir, Mr.
Rutherford,” he said. “Here, let me help you with those bags.”

“Much appreciated, Henry,” he said. “Come on,
Avery. Let’s board.”

We trotted up the steps and entered the plane.
When I was younger I accompanied Eli on a few business trips, so the cabin was
familiar to me.
Kind of a home away from home in the sky.
As we made our way toward the front of the plane, we passed Eli’s desk followed
by the wet bar and a cluster of overstuffed couches and armchairs, as well as a
mammoth
flatscreen
TV. This part of the plane always
reminded me of the lounge area of a modern luxury hotel. The only difference
was that all the furniture was bolted down to keep it from sliding or bouncing
in turbulent skies.

It would be just dreadful if a burst of wind
happened to spill Eli’s gin fizz, after all. He couldn’t have that.

We passed the lounge area, then four rows of
first-class seats, and Eli ducked as he entered the cockpit. He sat in the
captain’s seat and started flipping switches and pushing buttons. Eli had his
pilot’s license, and he had a tendency to take control of situations. In fact,
it seemed he needed to be in charge always and with no exceptions.
Even when a perfectly good professional pilot was on his payroll.

The jet engines roared to life.

I sat in the other pilot’s chair and stared down
the long runway. It was a small private airport for Shiloh’s elite, and it
seemed to be deserted. Beyond the airstrip and a field of tall yellow grass, I
could see the rooftops of homes all lined up in a row. With Eli as my man, I
would never know what it was like to have a normal little life in one of those
cookie-cutter houses.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

Henry poked his head through the cockpit
entrance. “I was just wondering the same thing,” he said, wiping a bead of
sweat from his freckly forehead.

“Was it ever in doubt?” Eli asked.

Our destination was most certainly in doubt to
me, but Henry thought and then nodded his head. “I’m not sure we’ve got the
fuel to get us there,” he said. “We might, but it will be cutting it close.”

“Only one way to find out,” Eli said. “Buckle
up, Avery.”

I got up so Henry could take his seat next to
Eli, and I moved back to the front seat in the passenger area. I couldn’t help
but roll my eyes when the “Fasten Seatbelt” light flicked on. Just following
protocol, even when I was the only passenger outside the cockpit.

Eli steered the plane to the end of the runway,
then turned and began picking up speed. The engines rumbled as we raced down
the runway, and then we were in the air. I looked out the window as we flew
over all those rooftops arranged in their neat little grids.

“Adios, Shiloh,” I muttered.

We kept gaining altitude and I watched the homes
and roads and fields and rivers as they shrank to nothing, and then we were
soaring through the clouds. I heard a ding, and the seatbelt sign dimmed. I
rolled my eyes again.

Eli’s voice came over the intercom. Using his
best hokey pilot impersonation, he welcomed his passenger and rattled off some
information about altitude and cruising speed and let me know I was now free to
move about the cabin. I immediately threw off my seat belt, kicked off my socks
and shoes, and made my way back to the lounge to raid the liquor cabinet
underneath the wet bar.

After everything I had been through, I deserved
a stiff drink. I also deserved a long hot, shower. It almost surprised me that
Eli hadn’t thought to put a shower in his plane. I poured myself a whiskey and
knocked it back. It was smooth but strong, and I liked the way it seared my
chest as it went down, warming my belly.

Next I went to the bathroom to freshen up as
much as I could. I was dreading the sight of myself in the mirror.

I was right to worry. Lord, was I a mess. My
long hair was wild and tangled, and my face was dirty. I splashed water and
scrubbed as best I could, wishing I also had a clean pair of clothes. I look
down and rued my lack of outfit options. My shirt was torn a bit at the collar,
revealing just enough cleavage to make me blush. My boobs weren’t anything to
stop traffic, but they were nice and full, complementing the curve of my hips.
My jeans were filthy.

Oh well. If Eli didn’t mind, then I would try
not to mind.

I went back to the cabin, hoping to see Eli, but
he wasn’t there. I poured myself another whiskey. I turned my back from the
cockpit and put the drink to my lips, working up the courage to shoot it down,
when Eli’s voice stopped me.

“Drinking underage?” Eli said. “My, my. You are
quite the delinquent.”

“It’s for you, Father Eli,” I said, handing him
the drink. Eli tossed it down in a single gulp, then got out a second glass and
filled them both. He handed one to me, clinked it with his, and we both drank.
Then Eli took the glass out of my hand. He set the glasses in the sink, never
taking his eyes off me. The way he looked at me made my stomach go light and
fluttery. The whiskey also had something to do with my light and fluttery
feelings.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Eli said.

“Me too.”

I wanted Eli. All of him, right now. The emotion
in his eyes made me weak in the knees. And wet between my legs.

Eli grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him,
our bodies pressed together and his mouth pressed against mine. I licked the
whiskey from his lips and my mouth parted slightly to accept his searching
tongue, which caressed mine. Eli’s rough hands were running up and down my
back, groping my ass,
pulling
me even tighter against
the hard plane of his chest. His passion made me so excited, I lost all thought
of anything but him, and me with him, in that moment.

Eli squeezed my round ass in two strong
handfuls, and my body flushed with desire. He sucked my earlobe and nibbled my
neck and my back arched as I moaned at the ceiling. I couldn’t keep my eyes
open, and I couldn’t stop moaning to the rhythmic kisses of his mouth at my
throat and his hands groping my backside.

Then I felt the hard bulge of Eli’s cock pushing
against my tummy. My mound was dripping wet. I wanted him so badly.

Then I thought of something that made my body
tense. Eli instantly knew something was wrong and pulled back, though I could
still feel his fingers gripping my body.

“What about Henry?” I asked.

“What about him?”

“He won’t … disturb us, will he?”

Eli chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. He knows to
give us our privacy. I instructed him to stay out of our way until I told him
otherwise.”

I felt my face redden. “So he knows what we’re
doing back here?”

“Sure,” Eli said. He was being awfully
nonchalant about my reputation.

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” I said.
“It makes me feel so … so …”

“Naughty?”

I grinned. I guess it was kind of hot when he
put it that way. Like always, I couldn’t keep my saucy side in check.

“Naughty, huh?” I said, playfully pushing Eli
while privately admiring the firmness of his chest at my fingertips. “You keep
telling me how naughty I am.
Your bad little girl.
Your naughty little brat.
But let’s think about this for a
second. Who’s really the naughty one here? I’m not the big bad wolf taking
advantage of a sweet and naive, not to mention trusting, young and innocent
maiden. I’m not some hot daddy getting ready to stick his prick in his own
daughter …”

“Watch yourself, little girl,” Eli said, cutting
me off.

But I was just getting started.

“…
His own
daughter who
is barely legal, I might add.
A mere eighteen years old.
I mean, look at you. You’re practically salivating like some wild beast. You
can’t wait to get your cock inside this tight little untouched dripping-wet
pussy of mine. Can you?”

Eli scrunched his mouth into a scowl even as his
eyes danced with laughter. He was enjoying this.

“You brat!” he growled. “That’s it. I’ll teach
you to sass me like some back-alley wench.”

Eli stripped off his leather belt. I took a step
back, cowering slightly. This was all just fun and games, right?
A little banter to loosen us up for my deflowering?

I thought Eli was going to bend me over and
spank me with the belt. Instead, he grabbed my hands and yanked them forward,
and he tied the belt in a tight knot around my wrists. I struggled to loosen
the knot and wiggle free, but it was useless. It was too tight.

Eli towered over me. His beard and tattooed arms
gave him a menacing appearance, but I liked the way his broad shoulders and
chest tapered down to that narrow waist and those muscular thighs. Fear and
excitement mingled to heighten my arousal. My panties were drenched.

“When you talk back to me, you must be
disciplined,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

He hooked the belt to a rack on the wall. My
arms were stretched nearly to their limits. I was forced to stand on the tips
of my toes. Eli reached as if to touch my face, but before I knew what was
happening he had taken hold of the tear in my shirt collar, and he ripped off
the fabric.

“Hey!” I said. “That was my only shirt!”

“You never learn, do you?” he said.

I had talked back.

Eli reached beyond my head and tightened the
belt even more. My body was pulled taut, the tips of my toes barely grazing the
cabin floor. Eli opened a drawer of the wet bar and removed a small paring
knife. The blade glimmered in the sunlight shining through an open window. He
ran his hand up my thigh and hip, and then I felt one fingertip trailing up my
waist, gently circling my belly button, his touch so soft it tingled like tiny
sparks of electricity.

I breathed in, savoring the smell of Eli’s musk.
He was unwashed and dirty, but I loved it.

His fingertip wandered toward my ribs, then up
to my breasts. My nipples were so tight they nearly hurt. Eli touched one of my
hard little buds with his finger. It was so incredibly sensitive. My voice
trembled as I moaned.

Eli ran his finger under the front strap of my
bra and pulled it toward him, and he snipped the bra loose with the paring
knife. I gasped with surprise. My breasts spilled out of the bra, and my chest
heaved with excitement. Eli put the knife away,
then
calmly folded back the two folds of fabric, revealing my breasts in their
entirety. He stared at them and licked his lips as he took them both in his
rough hands, as though testing their weight and shape, getting a feel for them.
Eli kissed one and then the other, going back and forth, licking and teasing my
nipples, sucking them and rolling them in his tongue. I cried out in agony and
ecstasy, barely holding up the weight of my body on the tips of my toes.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, it feels so good.”

“I didn’t tell you to talk,” he growled.

I knew I had made another mistake. He tied the
belt even tighter, until my toes were off the floor, my legs swinging
uselessly. My body was so stretched, my wrists and arms were growing sore, but
I didn’t care. I wanted more of Daddy’s punishment.

Eli stared into my eyes and I felt his hands
aggressively undoing my blue jeans.

“You belong to me,” he said. “You are mine to do
with as I please. Do you understand that?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes!” I had submitted to Eli
wholly and completely. He could have me however he wanted, and I would beg him
for more.

Without taking his eyes off me, Eli grabbed hold
of my jeans and panties and pulled them down below my ass.

Eli yanked outward and upward. The sudden
movement raised my legs and bent me in half, my toes at my eyeballs, as Eli
stripped off my jeans and let them fall to the floor. My ankles fell down and landed
on his shoulders, pinning me in place.

I yelped with surprise, but Eli only grinned.

“That’s better,” he said. “Let’s have a look,
why don’t we, at that tight little cunt you’ve been so eager to give me.”