Dirty Billions: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: (A Chicago Suits Second Chance Romance) (26 page)

I
showered
, put on my thong and bra then looked at myself in the dreaded bathroom mirror.  The memory of Jay fucking me in front of it sent heat coursing through my veins all over again.

I blushed at the memory and worked up the nerve to survey myself.  The bra is okay.  A pretty thing, but not necessarily a sexy one.  The thong.  Yeah.  I'll have to do a bit of trimming down there, as it is it’s a black triangle sitting on a bed of curly straw.  As long as Jay approves.  I’d run out right this minute and buy something nicer, but I don’t have the cash to spare.

I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth.  Brushed my teeth again then dug out a bottle of long-forgotten mouthwash.  I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear.  Jeans seemed boring.  Plus they limited his access to down there.  But every dress I pulled out seemed either too formal, too work-like, or too dowdy.

My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bathrobe draped over the chair.  Could I?  What would he think?  I guess I’ll find out.  I put on the thong and bra, pulled on the robe and plunked myself in front of the television to wait for his arrival.  He didn’t give me an exact time;
the afternoon
was a big range, and I hoped he meant sooner rather than later.

Just past two, I buzzed Jay in.  

* * *

I
stood beside the intercom
, took my robe off, put my robe back on.  Took it off again.  When I’d come up with the idea, I’d envisioned myself greeting him like Marlene Dietrich but now it became apparent I could never be so sultry.  Through the condo door, I heard the elevator open.  Jay would be here in seconds.  I whipped my robe back on and was in the process of tying it when he knocked.

I opened the door, and my heart stopped.  Jay stood in the frame, smiling and holding a large bouquet of white lilies up in front of him.  He was wearing fitted jeans and navy dress shirt that clung to his muscles.  How did he get better looking each time I saw him? “Abbie, whoa,” he said, a smile sprang across his face, “What have we here?”

Beginning at my neck, he ran his hand along the edge of the robe.  My heart pounded, and I swallowed as he moved it lower.  I fiddled with the robe, holding it shut over my hips.  This was a stupid idea, what must he think of me?

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what time you’d get here and was just getting dressed.”  He pulled opened the top of the robe, revealing my bra.

“And here I thought you’d intentionally given me the best welcome.”

I laughed.  “Maybe that’s exactly what I was doing.”

“Whichever it is, I like it.”  He leaned over and kissed me, careful not to crush the flowers between us.

I took the flowers and reached over to set them on the kitchen counter.  The action caused my robe to fall all the way open.  His hands went across my skin, around my waist until they reached my back and pulled me tight against him.  Jay pushed me a couple of steps into the condo and shut the door.

We kissed, our tongues darting around each other's.  His hands moved down, onto my ass, caressed and squeezed my cheeks before finding the fabric of my thong and traced his fingers over it, running them between my ass cheeks.

Jay’s hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me.  I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom.  He put me down on my feet and took a step back.

“Lose the robe.”

I pulled it off my arms and tossed it towards the chair.  Jay’s eyes raked over me, and I stood motionless, my heart a flurry in my chest.

“Spin.”

I turned to face away from him.  In a combination of embarrassment and arousal, I felt the heat of his eyes on my ass.  He came up tight against my back and dug his hardness into me.

“See what you do to me?”

My entire body quivered, and I stood a little taller.  I loved turning him on.  I loved the effect I had on this gorgeous man.  Most of all, I loved the way he made me feel.

I turned around to face Jay, and our eyes met.  His usual warm eyes looked devious. I tilted my head and scrunched my eyes, challenging him to take me.

With one hand, he pushed me onto the bed, and I landed sideways across it.  Without undressing, he climbed over me, kissing my thighs, my belly.  He ran a finger under the strap of my bra and tickled my neck with it when he reached the top of my shoulder.

When his mouth reach my ear, he lowered his voice and said, “You’re too good for these trashy things.”  Then he ripped the thong from me and I gasped.  He tossed it onto the floor then spread my legs and smoothed over my mound with his hand.

I lifted my arm to feel his bicep, and he worked his fingers over me.  Then into me.  I moaned, wanting more, and shifted myself to allow him better access.  At last he leaned over and gave me his lips.  And I took them, sucking at his bottom lip as his fingers set my body on fire.

He withdrew his hand and fumbled with the button on his jeans.   He pushed them and his boxers down just enough to free his erection, and in moments his tip was at my wet entrance.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to use a condom?”

“Absolutely.”  In a speed that both teased and gratified me, his bare cock entered me.  He pushed into me, with the same agonizing slowness.

The collar of his shirt pressed into my jaw.  The shirt buttons rubbed against my chest and belly.  I didn’t care.  My pussy clenched, welcoming his bare cock.  He pounded into me, his huge cock moving harder and faster.

My pulse pounded in my ear.  My lungs struggled to take in air.  The air in the room charged with electricity as the two of us hurled towards climax.  Jay would cum in me, his seed would plaster my walls and the thought tipped me into a spasming wreck.

He followed soon after, burying himself in me deeper than he had with the condom on.  I’m so glad we’d ditched them.

“
G
uess what
?  I bought a car,” Jay said as we walked out of my building.

“Wow, that’s big news.  When did you do that?”

“This morning.”

“What, like on a whim?”  Was he ever concerned about money?  How can someone without a job act the way he does?

“I thought we’d use it today, get out of the city and go for a nice walk.”

“Sounds good to me.”

He led me triumphantly to his new car.  A big boat that must have been as old as me.  The wheel wells were rusty but otherwise looked okay from the outside.  Jay held the door open, and I sat down.  There was a small tear in the fabric of my seat, and the inside smelled of musty pine.

 He got in the driver’s seat and turned the key.  The engine rumbled, and he turned the key again, the beast started.  We pulled out into traffic, Jay seemed to know where we were going.  As we made a sharp left turn, the sunlight glinted on the face of his watch.  A watch that cost more than his car.

As the high-rises of the city faded behind us, I had the overwhelming urge to get out.  To run away from all my problems.  From Calvin, from my mortgage.  From my past with Matt.

I cleared my throat.  “We should take off.”

“What do you mean, take off?”

“You know, just go.  Keep on driving.”

“For how long?”

“Until we run out of gas money.”

Jay laughed, a sniggering laugh that curled his lip.  “We’re not even out of the suburbs.”

“I haven’t been out of the city in months.  Maybe even a year.”

“Weird.”

“Right now I want to keep driving.  Just us, we could run away.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Because we have responsibilities.”

“I’m prepared to abandon mine.  What are your responsibilities?”

He was quiet.  Either considering my offer or deciding how to tell me I’m nuts.  I waited for a response.  There was no hurry.  There was a gap in the dash where the car’s radio once lived and we drove in silence.  

We pulled of the freeway and drove down a country road.

“We’re here,” Jay said, pulling the car into a small parking lot.

A few other cars sat in the parking lot, but we were alone.

* * *

W
e got
out of the car, and I drew the clear, country air into my lungs.  The perimeter of the parking lot was thick with trees.  Jay pulled a backpack out of the trunk, and I followed him through a narrow pathway.  We emerged onto a dirt path wide enough to walk side by side.

“Where are we?”

He grabbed my hand then looked at me, smiling.  “There’s a lake down here.  It’s a nice hike.”

I clasped his hand, loving the feeling of warmth radiating up my arm from his touch.  We didn’t feel the need to talk, instead listened to running water in a brook.  It was, nice.  Beyond nice.  Amazing.  To be able to walk along with someone without having to say anything, a concept that often came up in the movies I watched but I had never once experienced for myself.

But now, with Jay everything seemed to be changing.

A few people passed us, returning to their cars.  All but one of them had loose running dogs.

A little spaniel came along, with no master yet in sight.  It came up to me, wagging his tail but sniffing madly at my legs.  Circling me again and again, even as I kept walking.  It didn't seem possible for sniffing to be so loud.  A few moments later Calvin came into view.

My heart stopped, and I froze.  Jay must have sensed my reaction, and clutched me close to him, shielding my head with his arms.  Through the gap in his hands, I could see Calvin staring at us.

“What a perfect day this has turned out to be.” Calvin said when he’d reached us.  Shit, he recognized me.  I opened my mouth ready to answer when Jay’s hand pulled my head tighter into his chest, I took it as a signal to stay quiet.

 “Afternoon,” Jay said, his voice cold. 

“Benji Come!” Calvin called after he’d passed us.  The dog ran off, but Jay held me for a few moments longer.

He finally let go.  I asked, “Is he gone?”

Jay stood facing the direction of the parking lot but Calvin didn’t reappear.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe he was here.”

“I know.  What are the chances of running into him?”

He took my hand, and we continued along the path.  But I couldn’t stop Jay’s last comment from running through my head.  He understood my comment right away, and I wondered if Calvin had been talking to him instead of me.

“Do you know him?” I asked.

“No, you told me about him.”

“But, how did you know what he looked like?”

“I could tell by your reaction, you tensed up immediately, I knew it must be him.”

T
he path opened
up and spanned out both sides of a small lake.  He pulled me to the left. Once again he knew where we were going.  After ten or fifteen minutes, Jay pointed to an overgrown narrow opening that veered off to the left again.  He looked behind us again, and guided me onto the path that didn’t look like much of a path.

“No one comes this way, but I know a great spot.”

We came to a patch of grass beside some miniature rapids in a brook, and Jay took the backpack off his shoulder.

“I brought some dinner.”

I lightened on my feet, “More quail’s eggs?”

Jay smiled at me.  “No, no quail’s eggs, no pate and no champagne.  I brought us some sandwiches and a couple of beers.  Since you didn’t seem to like the last picnic.”

My face dropped.  “I loved the last picnic, it was just so snazzy, I’m not used to that.”

“Well, hope you’re used to pastrami on rye.”

“Love it.”  I hugged him.  “And I love this spot.  It’s beautiful.”

“And no one ever comes here, I don’t even think the dogs have discovered it.”

I took my phone out of my pocket and held it up to take a selfie of us standing in front of the lake.  Jay took my phone from my hand.

“I’ll take one of you.”

“But I wanted you in it.”

Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.

“Why can’t we have a picture together?”

“Because, I don’t do photos.”

Confused, I smiled and tried to sound lighthearted.  “What if I get my tits out in it?”

He laughed and sat on the grass.  “You can get your tits out, just not in a photo with me.”

Butterflies filled my stomach.  He said no one comes here, why not?  I pulled my top over my head.  It was impossible to judge his reaction but I kept going.  I reached around and undid my bra, then slid it off and dropped it on my shirt.  Suddenly I felt very foolish, standing there topless in jeans out in the woods.

“You’re nuts.”

I shimmied my shoulders, to jiggle my tits.  I carried on the motion as I walked towards him until I was leaning over and shaking them in his face.  He cupped them in his hands and licked around both my areolas.

He pulled me onto him, I straddled his lap, pressing my crotch as close to his as my jeans would allow.  His hands were heavy on my sides, his palms tight against the sides of my tits.  Our mouths met, and he slid his hands over my back, until he was cradling my head and waist.

Jay rolled us until I was lying with my naked back pressed into the grass and him on top of me.

“You know, this had been my plan.  I hadn’t expected to be greeted like that at your place.”  He dug himself into me, I could feel how hard he was beneath his jeans.

* * *

W
e kissed
, then he broke off and trailed kisses down my neck and over my tits.  Once my nipples were hard, his lips moved over my belly, to the edge of my jeans.  He swooped his hands over the curve of my waist before undoing my button and zipper.  Jay sat up between my legs and pulled my jeans all the way off.  His hands moved back to my underwear and yanked them, hard.  The now damp fabric tore as he ripped them, leaving me naked on the ground.

After taking his shirt off, he took his time going over me.  Both hands and his mouth seemed to be in contact with me at all times, but in different places.  He’d roll me onto my side, then examine my tits as gravity took them in from a new direction.  Repeatedly my pussy swelled, on the verge of spasm and he would sit back, or even stand, looking at me from different angles.  Denying me an orgasm.  Teasing me.  Making me even more excited, as if that were possible.

“Please,” I kept saying.

  My entire body jittered.  I had never been so worked up, maintained at such an extreme state of arousal without release.  Even my mind lost itself and spun around in a tizzy as if I’d been drinking.  Well and truly, I was drunk on my own endorphins.

I’d given up begging.  And at that moment, the moment when I quietened, I was completely at his mercy, he pushed down his boxers and entered me.  Before his cock was even all the way in me I was crashing in an orgasm that ripped through me with a ferocity that rivaled a volcanic eruption.  I screamed as my pussy spasmed around his cock, now fully inside me.

Jay kept moving, and my orgasms hit one after the other until they melded into one giant plateau in the clouds.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Jay said.  He released himself deep into me soon afterwards.

He rolled off me, and we laid in the grass recovering.  I didn’t know how I was ever going to be able to walk back to the car.  Every muscle in my body spasmed like mad.

Eventually we sat, and he passed me a can of beer.  I rested my body against his for support as I sucked back the liquid.  My panties were too torn to contemplate wearing so I put on my jeans and carefully zipped them up. We ate our sandwiches with no sense of rush.  It seemed as though we were the only two people on earth.

* * *

M
y mind wandered
, being out of the city was a reinforcement of life.  A life Jay seemed to lead.  How did he know about this secret path?  Maybe he lives nearby.  Or grew up nearby.  I suddenly realized how little I knew about him.  I didn’t even know where he lived.

“Do you live around here?”

“No, I live in the ‘burbs.”

“How did you find this place?”

“Just came across it while hiking.”

I took another bite of my sandwich and chewed.  He wasn’t exactly forthcoming.  Should I keep asking questions?  Yes.  Yes, of course I should if I’m actually going to have a relationship with this man.

“Did you grow up around here?”

“No.”

“Where did you grow up?”

He sighed, and I waited for him to answer.  I took another bite and nudged him with my body.

“Lexington.”

“Kentucky?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”  Lexington.  Hometown of Matt.  I couldn’t bear to think of him and changed the subject.  “What’s your favorite sandwich meat?”

Jay looked at me and laughed.  If his mouth hadn’t been full, I’m sure he would have kissed me.

We finished our topless picnic and dressed.  Without any doubt, Jay was the most amazing fuck buddy imaginable.  But fuck buddies don’t arrange picnics in the woods.  The entire way home I tried not to be consumed by the thought of what I great boyfriend I had.  I really was in another relationship, and somehow I was okay with that.  Better than okay.  Content.  Happy.  Excited even.

 Somehow Jay had calmed me into thinking Calvin wasn’t a threat.  At least I had one less thing to worry about.  When we’d talked in the woods, I had even told him about my mortgage troubles, but again somehow he calmed my fears.  It was so was easy talking to him.  I knew I could tell him anything and he would have the right advice.

He walked me up to my condo, and though I’d begged him to stay the night, he had to be somewhere in the morning and left me on the sofa sometime around midnight.