Alpha Billionaire Series

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“And he’s coming over now then?” Violet's saucer eyes stared back at me with intrigue. After explaining what had happened with Drew, she demanded to know about Gavin and if I'd worked things out. She sat on the edge of the kitchen chair staring at me as I put a few more beers in the fridge for my evening with Gavin.

She was set to leave soon, but as always, she was procrastinating. I chalked it up to her being a bit nosy, but maybe she really did care about me and wanted to ensure I was okay.

“Yes, he'll be here soon. He wanted me to go to his house, but I told him you were here, so he’s coming here. It will give us more time together” I shut the fridge but kept a beer out for myself and used the bottle opener that clung to my fridge to crack it open.

“God, Madii, that sounds like magic. It's so romantic! I hope I have a love story like this.”

I chuckled at the absurdity of the notion that my love story was something anyone would desire. I had spent a year and a half of my life pining away over the man I was supposed to marry as he lay in a hospital bed. Then had the weirdest love triangle when he woke up and thought I'd lost both men. If I had it to do over again, I would definitely do it differently.

“Well, Gavin is romantic, but I wouldn't agree with you that you should have a story like mine. Just stick to normal dating and no risk taking and you'll be fine.”

Violet shared a toothy grin and stood. “I am going to head home now. Mom wants me to spend the last few nights with her before I head back to school on Saturday.”

I rose to give her a goodbye hug. I was proud of her for sticking to her guns and finishing school. It must have been difficult for her being away from family so much. I knew firsthand how hard it was being independent like that, and I hadn't chosen it; it had been thrust upon me.

“Drive safe, okay?” I squeezed her and then backed off so she could pick up her things. She headed for the door and let herself out with a tiny wave. And I relaxed back into my seat at the table to wait for Gavin.

It was only a few minutes when I heard a knock on the door and went to answer. I bent over quickly and fluffed my hair, then stood and checked my reflection in the mirror hung on the wall there. When I opened it, I expected to see Gavin's smile, but it was Violet.

“Forget something?” I stepped aside as she walked in.

“Yeah, my toothbrush!” She vanished down the hallway and I stood with the door open watching her. It was just like her to be forgetful like that. As she came back out of the bathroom, I felt a hand on my arm.

Startled, I jerked and turned abruptly to see Gavin standing there holding a dozen, long-stem, white roses. He smelled like honey and cigars, and the five o'clock shadow on his face drew me to him instantly.

“Hey,” I said, accepting a kiss as he leaned in.

“Hey...” His kiss deepened, intoxicating me and making me swoon.

“Hey! Get a room,” Violet chimed in, making gagging sounds.

I laughed and Gavin joined me. “Get a house, this one’s taken!” I told her as she passed by me into the hallway. It wa what my parents used to say to us when we were grossed out by their public displays of affection.

She rolled her eyes at me and stopped in the hallway, turning back to say, “Gavin, you take good care of her. She's m: big sister, and I will hurt any man who hurts her. You know how the old song goes... God help the mister that comes between me and my sister” She sang the tune of the lyrics and batted her eyelashes, and I followed up with the next line.

“Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man!”

Gavin laughed at our banter. “I loved that movie when I was a kid. I watched it with my grandma Verona every Christmas.” He held me to his side. “No worries, Violet. I will take great care of her. And by the way, thank you so much for that chat we had over breakfast.”

I offered a confused expression to Gavin then Violet.

“No problem. What did I tell you? The way to Madii's heart...” She winked and headed down the steps. Once she was in her car and headed away, I shut the door.

“What was that about?” I asked, tucking into his chest for a hug.

“Well, remember the night I slept over, and you woke up late for an appointment?”

I noticed how Gavin tactfully did not mention the fact that it was an appointment for Drew. “Uh, huh.”

“Well, I made all that breakfast, and Violet came home from after a run and was famished. She ate your breakfast an gave me some sisterly advice.”

After another kiss, I took his hand and led him deeper into the house, then pointed toward the couch. “Sit, I'll get us some drinks.” He listened, settling in on the couch as I grabbed another few beers from the fridge and mine off the table. When I set them down on the coffee table in front of him, he reached for one and used his keychain bottle opener to pop the cap off.

“Listen, I-"

“Not another word,” he told me, taking hold of my wrist and pulling me onto his lap.

It felt awkward straddling him like that; it had been so long. But it felt comfortable, and familiar too, like finding you favorite pair of jeans you lost at one point, and they still fit.

“But—"

“No,” he said firmly. “The past is in the past, and right now the only thing we need to worry about is the future. So, if you have something to say about the future, have at it” He took a swig of beer and waited; his eyes trained on my face. I wanted to apologize again, tell him how sorry I was for what had happened. I wanted to get some sort of absolution of my guilt, or a punishment. Though I felt like my life itself had been punishment enough.

“Nothing about the future?” His eyebrows rose in a question, but I shrugged. “Well, I know something about the future that I want to say.”

“You do?” I smiled and slurped my beer. The playful way he said the words made me curious what he was talking about. I half expected him to propose to me right then again, but part of me wanted that particular moment to be a wee bit more special.

“l do... I want to tell you how much I want to make love to you right now, and that today at the hospital my dick stayed hard for like 20 minutes because I wanted you so badly. I got some strange looks.”

I burst out laughing and leaned to the side, spilling my beer down his shirt. He gasped and straightened, almost tossing me off his lap. “Oh God, I'm so sorry” I tried to get up but he wouldn't let me. He pinned my hips to his lap and shook his head.

“No, just set the beer down, and we'll fix this problem.”

“Okay?” I did as told, setting my beer on the table, and as I did he put his beer on the end table and then pulled his shirt off. Before I knew it his hands were working up my sides, tugging at my shirt too, so I raised my arms and let him remove it.

I could feel the bulge in his pants already and knew how badly he wanted me. He threw our shirts across the room, and his hands cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before finding the hook and undoing it. I slipped out of it, and hi tossed it aside too.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he whisper-growled, pushing my breasts together and smothering them in kisses, and soft nips with his teeth.

I smirked, getting an idea. He was entertained and a bit distracted, so he never saw me pick up his beer. As I slowly poured it over my breasts, he smiled and indulged himself. And when I stopped, he looked up at me.

“It's only fair. I spilled it on you too...” He took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked it, then eyed the beer, so I poured more out slowly, letting him lick and suck the foamy liquid off of me. He seemed to enjoy it, and I could feel my pussy burning, aching to feel him fill me. The way he squeezed my breasts and sucked them was driving me wild. I reached to set the beer down, and he rose up quickly, making me drop it and spill the rest, but I didn’t care. He turned both of us over, laying me out on the couch and hovering over me. I couldn't get his pants undone fast enough, though his swollen d**k made it a bit difficult to use the zipper. He helped me with that, holding himself back as I pulled at the waistband of his pants.

I made a fool of myself, and Gavin graciously stood and helped me further, undressing in front of me. I started pulling my yoga pants off, but he beat me to it, yanking them and tipping me backward. As he turned to get rid of the rest of our clothes, I took his member in hand, stroking him. There was no doubt he wanted me.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked, slowly stroking him, staring up at his face.

He brushed a hair out of my eyes. “No, I want to make love to you, but if you want fucked, we can do that first, then we can make love later”

The way his voice got gravelly when he was aroused made my insides turn to jelly. The ache in my groin was worsening by the second.

“Oh, well, we have all night” I grinned and glanced at the bottles on the table. “Maybe I'll want the bottle again.” I winked at him.

“Or maybe I can try something new for you.”

Gavin took hold of his dick and lowered it at the same time as he took hold of my hair and pulled my head forward. “Fucking you it is then,” he said, forcing his d**k into my mouth.

I gladly began sucking him, stroking and letting him thrust between my lips. He offered a guttural grunt and bent slightly, squeezing a b****t as I took him deeper into my throat. Now with both hands on his ass cheeks, I let him sin all the way until he stretched my throat open, forcing his dick harder into me. He slowed his thrusts, and I felt his balls, noticing how they drew up in preparation for release. He was so excited he was already going to cum.

Pushing away, I made him stop. “You said you wanted to try something new?” I batted my eyelashes at him.

“Yeah, lie down.” He gestured with one hand as he stroked his cock with the other. I lay down obediently, spreading my legs for his viewing pleasure. He dropped to his knees, and pushed my legs farther apart, diving in for dessert. He sucked and licked at my pussy, drinking my arousal in. Like a wolf with its prey, he devoured me, bringing me close tt the brink, then backing off.

In a steady rhythm, he slid fingers into me, and began to work my pussy, feeling for my tender spots and stimulating them. I moaned, and gripped his hair, begging him to eat me. His fingers felt amazing, and I wanted so much more.

It was like he read my mind. He pushed another finger into me as he sucked my c**t, then another.

“Oh, fuck, Gavin... oh fuck,” I panted, right on the edge. “F**k I'm going to c*m.”

Suddenly, my pussy felt so full, so tight. He pushed his entire fist into me, and it was all I could take. My body spasmed, convulsing and clenching around his fist. He pressed his hand down on my hips, but it was no use trying tc stop me from jerking off the couch. The orgasm was so strong I couldn't lay still. And I didn’t think I'd ever made that much noise before.”

When my body calmed, Gavin pulled his hand away from me and licked his fingers. He looked down at me as he rose stroking himself again.

“Someone has been needing this for a while, huh?” he asked, smirking.

“Holy shit, what was that?”

“I'm not done, okay?”

Gavin took my hand and forced me to stand, then bent me over the back of the couch. I complied willingly, looking back at him and waiting for him to slide inside of me. As he did, his heat made me shudder. I wanted to cum again. “Just a minute... don’t get too worked up again yet," he told me, thrusting into me. He took my hand again and guidec it to my pussy. “Here... you massage yourself”

I started to swirl my fingers over my clit in the excessive moisture he'd created, and he pulled out. Just when I wante to whine, he pushed into my ass. The burning and stretching made me yelp at first, gritting my teeth as my body adjusted, but when he grabbed my hips and started slamming into me, my fingers took over. My body needed him—I needed him.

He fucked me so hard the couch moved across the carpet, and my body devolved into another orgasm. I convulsed, gripping the back of the couch with one hand as I massaged myself with the other. And when he began to cum, his loud grunts and slowed actions let me know he was enjoying his release too. His dick felt amazing sliding in and out of me; I didn't want it to end.

When he pulled out and helped me stand, I felt like my knees would buckle. He steadied me, then took my hand and guided me to the bathroom. We showered in silence, Gavin washing me and continuing our lovemaking for the next 30 minutes. And when he had recovered, he made love to me again, this time on the bed.

I cried, laying there in his arms. I finally felt like I was home again.