Forever Branded (Billionaire Love Series #1) (32 page)

“Wow,” he said, rolling to the side of me. “Was it good for you?”

“Yeah, it was nice.”

“Nice?” he asked.

“Yeah, it felt good,” I explained.

“You didn’t come?”

I knew what he meant, having discovered the joy of touching myself when I was fourteen.

“No,” I supplied honestly with a smile, trying to soften the blow to his ego.

He smiled that cocky, lopsided grin. “Then we gotta go again. Give me ten minutes.”

Gotta love his confidence. “Okay. But can I ask you something while we’re waiting?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Have you ever done this before?” I questioned as I turned toward him.

“I have now.” Victory was in his gaze.

“You’re telling me I was your first?”

“Yep, Sunshine. My very first.”

I ran my hand down his forearm. “Wait, this whole time, you acted like you got lucky all the time and you’ve never done it before?”

“Well, that was true twenty minutes ago. Now, my virginity is history.”

“So you don’t know any more than me?”

“Is that a challenge to find out?”

“Maybe. You ready to go again?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m ready to rock your world,” he said, reaching for me.

We rolled toward each other as our mouths collided. Soon, our bodies joined and Beau went all out, doing his best to hold back while my body found its rhythm. His hands intertwined with mine as a blissful pressure built inside me, my body exploding as I came hard around his rigid cock.

“Oooh!” I cried out as I crashed over the edge.

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” Beau howled in triumph.

I fell back, limp as a noodle, every sign of tension gone. “I’ll take more of those, please.”

“Anytime, Sunshine,” he said, basking in my pleasure.

I didn’t know sex could be like that.

Primal.

Dirty.

It was a revelation and I wanted more. Beau was a fantastic lover, tender, but strong, sensual, and forceful. I couldn’t get enough of him.

We were bunny rabbits after that night. Doing it anywhere we could find space. The greenhouse at school. In his car. In my apartment when Emma wasn't around. Everywhere.

I jumped in with both feet, ready to follow that man anywhere.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Beau:

I didn’t like clutter. 

For my bedroom, I chose a minimal design. Bed. Couch. TV. Like any other guy, I liked watching SportsCenter before I went to bed.

My closet, on the other hand, was a vast room of organization and color. My valet had designed it so every article of clothing I owned had a specific place. I didn’t even know where half my shit was, but he did.

Standing by the large island in the middle of my closet, I stripped off my tie after a long day. It was a rare night off for me. I just wanted to unwind, but that was before my phone vibrated with a text that demanded my attention.

Want me to come over?

I’d love to see you.

Cassandra.

Wrapped in pretty packaging, she had a flawless body and long, dark straight hair flowing over her shoulders. I’d met her at Scorch awhile back and we regularly hooked up.

I was in the mood, so I texted her back.

Yeah.

When she showed up, she was dressed in a tan overcoat. Blessed with olive skin, she was exotic and worldly with big, dark eyes hardened by experience, not gentle and soft like Marla’s.

“Hey, Beau,” she cooed, walking in, running her pink fingernail along my collar.

I tugged on the sash of her jacket. “What have you got for me?” I asked, not wanting to spend any time on small talk.

“Something amazing,” she said, whipping her coat open, revealing she was wearing a sheer black bra and matching panties.

“Nice,” I said, shooting her an appreciative stare, as I took in her long, flat torso, high tits, and heart-shaped face.

Her body was gorgeous, perfect in every way.

Any man would love to worship at her altar.

But she didn’t move me.

Don’t get me wrong, she eased the ache for a little while.

But I wouldn’t remember being with her, five minutes after I was done.

That never used to bother me.

Now, for some reason, it did.

“You want me to dance for you?” she asked as I took a seat on the couch in my room, drinking a scotch.

“Sure.”

She switched on the iPod as “Bang, Bang” came roaring out of the speakers. She swayed her hips back and forth as she walked toward the white couch I was sitting on. I tried to stay interested as I studied the rhythmic movements of her slightly rounded hips.

She gave a few more gyrations, spreading her thighs as she climbed on top of me. “You want it, baby?”

“Sure.” Her warm hand pressed right under the collar of my button down shirt as she rubbed her fingers back and forth.

She leaned in, giving me a kiss as her body writhed up and down, my cock finally showing some interest. I held her hips in my hands as our bodies moved together. It felt good, but it was all so routine.

With Marla, it had never been routine. Everything had been spontaneous and right with her. She never hid her feelings, reactions, or opinions. She’d just let it out for the world to hear. I had loved that about her.

Cassandra kissed my collarbone as she dropped low between my legs. Her hand found my belt buckle as I focused on some of my best memories.

Back in high school, my dick was hard every five seconds. I’d shoot and reload in ten minutes, hell in five. I couldn’t get enough of Marla. I’d wanted her day and night.

One night while Emma was at the movies with Ms. Adelaide and we were supposed to be studying for finals, I wanted to fool around.

“I want to show you something,” I announced as I went over to my backpack, hanging on a chair in her bedroom.

“What is it?” she asked, looking up from her notes.

I handed a book to her. “The Kuma Sutra.”

“The what?” she asked, studying the front of the heavy book.

“The Kuma Sutra. It is an ancient Indian text about love and sex.”

She flipped it open. “Wow. This is kind of wild,” she said, studying the different drawings of figures getting into sexual positions she had never seen before.

“I took this from my dad’s study. I thought we might try some of it out.”

“You mean this one?” She pointed to a picture with a woman standing on her head and a man standing over her holding her legs up as he drilled her.

“Well, maybe not that one,” I turned to a page I had marked. “But how about this one?” I said pointing to a position where the woman held her legs back as the man entered her. “It’s supposed to make for extra deep penetration.”

“Hmm,” she said, glancing through the book.

Taking advantage of the situation, I slid behind her and wrapped my arms around her tummy. She leaned against me as she gazed at the different figures.

“Whatcha think?” I asked against her ear.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“Keep looking,” I said, nuzzling her neck.

“Do you like that one?” I asked as I let my hand travel up her torso.

I couldn’t get enough of her curvy shape.

She was starting to breathe rapidly. “I do,” she said, nodding toward the couple on their side

“You know I want to do all of these things to you.”

“Yeah?” Her forearms went around the back of my neck as I slid my hands under her green T-shirt and palmed her great rack.

“Yeah. I want to try everything with you.”

“I want that, too,” she cooed as my hand trailed down her tummy past the elastic of her grey knit shorts.

“You’re already wet,” I said as my fingers found their way into her slit.

“What can I say? You turn me on.”

“Do you like that?” Her hips rocked against my cock as I stroked her clit.

“Yeah.”

“Are you always this wet for me?”

“Always,” she breathed out.

I could hardly stand the little moans coming from her throat. My cock swelled as she drove her backside against me. I rubbed her clit as she spread her legs wide open.

My fingers continued to pleasure her relentlessly as I found her sweet spot. It didn’t take long and she cried out as she went over the edge, sucking on my bottom lip as we kissed.

“You wanna try one of these?” I asked pointing to a picture I had marked.

“Yes,” she moaned, her mouth meeting mine as I leaned forward and her mouth turned upward.

“Okay, get on your back,” I directed, my cock impatient to be inside her.

Her eager expression turned serious. “Beau, I’ve got to study for finals.”

Leave it to Marla to be the responsible one. I knew she just needed a little more Shepard persuasion.

I licked my pussy-soaked fingers as she watched closely. “Come on, this will make studying so much more fun and you’ll learn so much more.”

“So sex is the gateway to learning?” she asked, her excitement returning.

I grinned. “We could change the entire way people study. Don’t study, just have sex.”

She laughed heartily as I kissed her neck. “All right. But this is the last time. I get too sore if we do it more than three times in a row.”

“Are you sore, now?” I asked as she moved to the top of the bed.

“Not really.” Throwing off her T-shirt and shorts, she got naked in record time.

I loved how easy she was with her body as she lay there in all her naked glory. Her creamy white skin called to me as I kicked off my sneakers and clothes, and rejoined her on her bed.

“Do I look sore?” she asked, holding her hands under knees, ready to take me.

“No. You look beautiful, Sunshine,” I told her as I crawled between her open legs.

“You’re still full of crap, Shepard.”

“No, I’m not. I like you all open and wet for me.” I ran my finger along her slit. “I like that I’m your first and this belongs to me,” I said, petting her pussy as I gently played with her.

“I like it, too,” she said as my finger explored her willing hole.

“You ready?”

“Yeah,” she said pulling her legs back again.

“Good, cuz I can’t wait any longer.” I entered her in one swift motion as both of us groaned aloud. “Is that deeper?”

She let out a long moan. “Oh, Shepard, that is delicious. I can really feel it.”

“Helllooo,” Cassandra called out as she straddled my lap. “Where are you tonight? It’s like you really don’t want to do this,” she pouted.

She was right.

I couldn’t do it anymore.

I couldn’t fuck anymore without feeling something.

“You’re right. I don’t want to do this,” I said, getting to my feet.

She stumbled off my lap, shock on her pretty face. “I was just jokin’, baby. I was trying to get your attention.” She grabbed at my shirt again, pulling me toward her.

“Nah, I’m not in the mood anymore.” I put my hands over hers and pulled free.

“You’re serious?”

“I am. This isn’t going to work anymore.”

“You’re giving this up?” She pointed to her stellar body.

“Yep. I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding someone else.”

“Oh, please. Like you’re the only guy in my contact list. Get over yourself.”

She took off in a huff, storming through my front door. I don’t think this kind of thing had ever happened to her.

After she left, I sat on my couch, in the dark, thinking about how everything started to unravel when I was called up to the pros. At the time, I had the world by the tail. I was poised to achieve my dream and I had my favorite girl by my side.

I spent a lot of time at Marla’s little apartment while we were going out. It was easier and much better than hanging out at my house.

One of the rare afternoons I was home, Hudson, my father’s butler, knocked on my room door, as I was getting ready to work out.

“Phone call for you, Master Bubba,” Hudson said, holding out the phone for me to take at my bedroom door.

“Hello,” I said as I grabbed the phone.

“Coach Rogers here.” A gruff voice greeted.

My heart sped up. “Hello, sir.”

“You ready to come play for me?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

“You got some great stats and we think you have a lot of potential to make the team. You ready to give me all you got?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then welcome to the Toronto Panthers.”