Atlas (Billionaire Titans) (6 page)

W
e were taking
a Gulfstream G650 to the Middle East. It hadn’t been easy to do this quietly and without attracting attention, but somehow I’d been able to pull it off by calling in some favors. If Spencer Cameron somehow figured this plan out, the only explanation would be that he had psychic abilities. And there was nothing I could do about that.

The plan was to stay in Dubai a couple of days and meet up with my father in London. From there, I wasn’t sure what happened next. The best thing to do was just to have Piper stay far from DC for as long as possible until Spencer’s ego could deflate and he could move on to someone else. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure what else there was to do at the moment.

As soon as I’d found out Spencer was involved in this shit, I knew we were up against something bigger than just his obsession with Piper. It was too much of a coincidence and we had too much of a history. Somehow I knew, this was about me. And the past.

But there was no use in telling Piper that. The less she knew, the better.

* * *

O
ur pilot was Malcolm Chambers
. We’d crossed paths at Coronado years ago and I’d always liked the guy. I knew he was the best man to get us to our destination. And fortunately he happened to be in Baltimore visiting his wife’s parents, so it hadn’t been difficult to bribe him into taking us to where we needed to go.

“Thanks for doing this,” I said to him as Piper and I climbed up the air stairs into the cabin of the jet. “I know it was short notice as hell.”

Malcolm smiled, “I’d rather be pretty much anywhere in the world other than my in-laws. Really you’re doing me the favor by giving me an excuse to get out of there.”

I laughed, “I appreciate it all the same. And we’re good? With the discretion and all?”

Malcolm nodded, “I don’t know how you did it, but yes. As far as the FAA is concerned, this flight never happened.”

“Good,” I said. “If it’s okay we’re just going to go to sleep. See you in, what? About twelve hours?”

“Yep. And no problem,” Malcolm replied. “Next stop, Al Garhoud.”

* * *

J
ust as I’d requested
, food had been brought onto the plane. Breakfast stuff for the morning, snacks for at night. I’d assumed we’d crash once we were in the air. The jet had a double bed in the rear of it, along with sofas that turned into twins.

Piper had collapsed into one of the large leather seats as we took off, her knuckles white as she clutched the arm rests.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Flying scares the shit out of me,” she confessed. “I’ve never flown in this type of plane before.”

“No?” I asked, surprised. “My dad never flew you and Maureen private?”

Piper shook her head, “Not me at least. They were barely together long enough for me to partake in this kind of lifestyle. And I was away at school for most of it. I’ve never even flown first class. My mom is cheap as shit.”

I smiled, not sure what else to say to that. I’d never been a huge fan of Maureen Kipton.

As we reached cruising altitude I could see Piper’s shoulders relaxing. She’d stopped clutching the seat as if her life depended on it and was staring out the window at the night.

“At least it’s a clear night,” she observed. “I guess I should get ready to sleep.”

I nodded, “Yeah, you can have the back room. There’s a double bed and a bathroom back there.”

“Where are you going to sleep?” she asked.

“Out here,” I said, waving towards one of the sofas. “I’m not going to bed quite yet, I have some work to do.”

“Okay,” she said, sounding down. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, Piper.”

I
’d hoped
to fall asleep in Atlas Titan’s strong arms.

But he seemed distracted by things, and not interested in going to bed or being with me anytime soon. Before all of the craziness of the note, we’d been in such a good place. I’d never felt so close to someone and my body craved his again. Nothing would have relaxed me more than a few orgasms brought on by the incredible sex only Atlas could give me.

Maybe he was underwhelmed by me.

Ugh
, I thought.
Or maybe he’s thinking about how he can keep you safe. You know, the job his father asked him to do. He told you it couldn’t mean anything. So why are you surprised?

But I knew it meant something to him. I could feel it. The way he looked at me as we climaxed together- it wasn’t the way you looked at someone who meant nothing to you. Every kiss, every touch, had been him wanting me to feel good. He’d treated my body like it was something he couldn’t get enough of. He’d told me as much in no uncertain terms. So what if that was in the middle of his own orgasm?

Good grief. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about. But all I could think about was him.

I decided I needed a shower. A cold one.

* * *

I
t was
strange to know I was showering on a plane. But I enjoyed every second of it and I couldn’t help touching myself, imagining Atlas in there with me, like he’d been earlier today. The water made my body slick and as I thought of his thick, muscled body thrusting into me, I came, audibly calling out his name, wishing so badly he could hear me and know what I needed from him.

But no such luck. Once I was done showering I wrapped a towel around myself and put on the soft slippers that had been waiting for me at the foot of the bed. I peeked out into the main cabin to see what Atlas was up to. He was on his laptop, typing away, completely oblivious to the girl in the rear who wanted him so badly.

And even though I’d been completely exhausted before take-off, I was now curiously wide-awake and alert. I also felt completely at ease knowing with every minute I was getting impossibly far from DC and Spencer’s sadism. And I had Atlas completely to myself.

I pulled on my oversized American University t-shirt and wrapped a towel around my head. If he wasn’t going to come to me, I would go to him.

“I can’t sleep,” I sighed, flopping into the seat next to him. I slowly crossed my legs, hoping he’d get a peek and see that there was nothing underneath my shirt.

He glanced at me and if he’d seen anything, he showed no response.

“You should really try to,” he said, as he continued to look at his screen. “The jet lag is going to be rough. Dubai is nine hours ahead of us.”

Stop being so pragmatic and fuck me!
I wanted to scream.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll try. Shouldn’t you be following your own advice?”

He looked up at me then, “I don’t need a lot of sleep. I’ll be fine.”

“Why are we going to Dubai anyway?” I asked, leaning closer to him, hoping the smell of me might grasp his attention.

“It’s far away. And I know people there that will make sure we’re never bothered,” he said. “You’ll probably be a little bored cooped up in a hotel suite but it’s just for a couple days until Dad’s done in Australia.”

“I could never be bored around you,” I cooed. Good Lord I sounded so obvious. And desperate.

But I
was
desperate. For his body.

He looked at me now, a funny look on his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I just thought,” I started. “You know… Before the note…”

He closed his laptop and turned to me. I had his full attention now, but suddenly I wasn’t sure if I wanted it.

“Piper,” he said. “We can’t keep doing that. I told you, it was a one-time deal. Get our sexual tension out in the open, take it out on one another for a night and a day. But I can’t get involved with you. You’re already in a complicated enough situation. My job is to keep you safe and out of harm’s way.”

Tears stung my eyes. I know he’d been honest and upfront about this but I’d stupidly thought maybe he could change his mind.

“You’re right,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I won’t bother you about it anymore.” I stood up but my t-shirt had somehow gotten stuck on the arm rest. It folded up at my stomach showing him exactly how bare I was underneath it. His face was now inches away from my naked ass.

I was mortified.

I quickly pulled the shirt away from my seat and yanked back over myself. I thought I heard him suck in a breath but I couldn’t be sure since I was quickly walking back towards my bed before he could see my tears fall.

F
uck
. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath that t-shirt.

A man can only be so strong around a woman like Piper Kipton. Especially when she’s wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Her perfect, tan, luscious ass had been inches from my face. I could smell her need and my cock had immediately hardened beneath my belt.

She’d walked away quickly. I should have just let her go. Even knowing I had hurt her again, I should have just let it go and ended it there. Continuing this was a bad idea. Especially when it was clear to me that it would be almost impossible for this to mean nothing to me.

That killed me. I wasn’t just trying to protect Piper. I was also trying to protect myself.

But I stood up and slowly followed her back to the rear of the cabin. She’d closed the door behind her that separated the room from the rest of the plane, and I found her lying face down on the bed, her ass up, and her t-shirt having ridden up her beautiful body.

She was about to get exactly what she wanted.

“Piper,” I said. “You’re only wearing a t-shirt.”

She turned over, clearly surprised to see me standing there. Her large blues eyes were red and I could tell she was crying.

“Yes,” she said, her voice shaking. “So what?”

“So,” I said, approaching the bed. “You did that on purpose. To torture me. Right?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the hint of a smirk was on her beautiful face.

I kneeled beside the bed, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. And now you’re going to pay for it. Lay on your back and spread your legs.”

She eagerly turned onto her back, her delicious thighs opening up to reveal her pussy to me. It glistened with her arousal, her inner thighs coated in her wetness.

I was going to fuck the shit out of her.

But I needed to make her beg first. I undid the buckle of my jeans and pulled them off. My cock was hard and the head of it peeked over my boxer briefs. She stared at it and gasped. I pulled off my t-shirt and watched her taking in my body.

“Take your shirt off, Piper,” I commanded.

She pulled it off and threw it across the cabin.

“Here,” she said. “All of this is yours, Atlas.”

“I know that,” I said. “I can have you any fucking time I want. Right, Piper?”

She nodded, vigorously. “Any time. You own every part of me.”

“Especially your pussy. Say it, Piper.”

“Especially my pussy. You can have it any time you want.”

I nodded, “Good girl. I can have any of you, any time I want. Any position. As hard as I want. Your body was made just for me to fuck. Right?”

She cried out, her hands wandering down to her sex, but I leaned down and yanked them above her head, pinning her to the bed.

“No,” I growled. “Only I get to touch you there. And fuck you. Understand?”

She nodded, “Yes. Whatever you say.”

Her nipples were dark and hard beneath my chest. With one hand still pinning her arms above her, I let the knuckles of my other hand lightly graze one. She cried out, writhing beneath me.

“Baby, that feels so good,” she said. “Please, the other one too.”

I grazed the other stiff nipple with the back of my calloused hands. She cried out again.

“I could come just from your touch,” she said.

“You come when I say you can,” I reminded her. “Got it?”

She nodded, whimpering, “Of course. You know what’s best.”

“That’s fucking right,” I said. “I know what’s best for your body.”

I ran my tongue from her collar bone down to her left nipple. I released her hands but directed her to keep them above her head.

“If you don’t,” I said. “I’ll tie you up. And I won’t let you come.”

She was writhing and breathless. “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do anything you say.”

I put one hand between her legs while my other one teased her nipple, tracing the outside of it, not daring to touch the hardened middle. She squirmed beneath me, so eager for me to give her release.

She had the most exquisite body I’d ever seen. It was lush and full, her breasts large, her waist small and curved in all the right places. I finally ran my tongue over the hardest part of her left nipple, and she sighed with relief. She was soaking wet on my hand and I slipped a finger inside of her, making her yelp.

“You’re going to come for me now,” I demanded. “But it will be the first of many if I have my way with you.”

With one finger inside of her and my thumb massaging her clit, she came for me quickly as I sucked hard on her nipple, softly biting it as her orgasm faded.

My cock was possibly harder than it had ever been in my life, and it needed her warmth wrapped around it.

“How much do you want me to fuck you?” I asked her. She was looking up at me with her beautiful eyes and she smiled sweetly.

“I’ve never wanted something so much in my life,” she whispered. “Please fuck me, Atlas. As hard as you want.”

I pushed myself inside of her, and as wet as she was, she was still so fucking tight. I growled from the pleasure she was already giving me and I immediately began to pound her, to punish her for feeling so damn good and being so unbelievably beautiful.

“God,” she called out. “I need you all the time, Atlas. No one else can do this to me but you.”

Her hands were on my face and the way she looked at me as I fucked her made me feel something I had never felt for a woman in my entire life. I’d never wanted to give someone the same amount of pleasure they gave me. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for Piper Kipton at that moment – at any moment, I was starting to realize. She was mine, but I was as much hers and that realization made me just want to fuck her harder, to somehow dismiss it. That feeling scared me more than anything else.

I switched positions. While still inside her I lifted her up and on top of me, so she could ride me and I could explore her body.

“Ride me,” I instructed. “Come for me while I watch.”

I thought she’d bounce up and down on me fast but Piper had other things in mind. She wanted to take it slow, her hips moving seductively, her breasts bouncing slowly, her cries of desire and satisfaction making me want to erupt inside her.

“I’m coming for you, Atlas,” she called out as she screamed out her orgasm, panting as she lay on top of me.

I wasn’t finished with her. Not even close. I lifted her up and off me, placing her face down on the bed and yanking her hips up so I could take her from behind. Her absolutely perfect ass beckoned me to plow it, but that would wait for another time. For now, I just needed to finish deep inside her, mark her with my seed.

“It’s my time to come, Piper,” I barked. “And you will be the good girl who takes it, no matter how hard and fast I fuck you. Right?”

She trembled from anticipation beneath me, “Yes, Atlas. I’ll be your very good girl.”

I entered her and sucked in a breath. From this position she was tighter than ever, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to unload myself into her. Not with her tightness and this beautiful view. Her long, wavy brown hair fanned out over her back and I wanted to yank it so badly, to really let her know who the fucking alpha was.

But as I fucked her I suddenly had the urge to see her face as I came inside her. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here she was, her ass against me, crying out my name, telling me how much she loved to fuck me, and I wanted to look at her and have some sort of intimate moment with her.

Fuck my life, what was this woman doing to me?

I turned her over, surprise marking her face.

“Did I not feel good?” she asked. “I came for you, like you wanted.”

“You felt too good,” I said, sliding into her again. “I wanted you to look at me when I come. So you can see what your body made me do.”

Her eyes softened and she kissed me, a long lingering kiss, that lasted into my climax where I screamed her name against her lips, giving her everything I had inside of me. Whether I wanted to or not.