Billionaire: Billionaire Romance: Billionaire Tiger (A Billionaire New Adult Shifter Contemporary Romance) (21 page)

Brea hugged Priscilla. “Thank you so much, you don't what you’ve done for me!” Brea didn't wait for a response, she ran outside and all the way to the waterfall as fast her heels would let her.

When she arrived breathless, she saw him sitting alone by the altar.

“Garrett.” She spoke his name and he slowly turned around as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. When he saw her, he stood up.

“Priscilla talked to me. I understand, Garrett, why you treated me the way you did. You didn't want to break your promises. I forgive you.” She couldn't wait to get the words out of her mouth.

He crossed the ground between them and took her into his arms. “It can’t be true, I thought I had lost you forever. I love you, Brea.”

“I love you, Garrett.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he cupped her face in his hands and covered her face with desperate, rough kisses.

“I will never leave you again.” He promised.

Epilogue

Brea woke up the morning of her honeymoon with a smile on her face. She yawned and stretched in bed. Her new husband stirred beside her. She smiled at him. Memories of yesterday came flooding back to her, it had been the most magical day of her life. She had finally got her perfect wedding. And perfect husband. More importantly, her perfect wedding night, Garrett had ravaged her in every way possible, all night long.

Garrett stirred again under the covers and soon she felt him kissing her stomach. He moved his way up to her breasts and took her nipples in his mouth sucking each one hard.

“Mmmm, you know that turns me on. You can’t possibly want to have sex again!”

“I will never be tired of you. We are mated, I can have you whenever I want and you are mine and mine alone. It turns me on.” He moved back to her nipples with his mouth and began grabbing her breasts as well. Brea felt herself moisten and she moaned.

Garrett rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. She felt his erection underneath her. He was huge. She maneuvered herself and slid his dick inside her. They both moaned in unison. She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit at the same time as she rode his cock. She sat up and continued the same slow rhythm. She put her hands in her hair, giving him a great view view of her ample tits as they bounced in rhythm to her hips.

He moaned and grabbed her breasts, massaging them. She closed her eyes and continued to rock in the same slow rhythm as she felt a familiar tingling in her sex slowly move up her body, looking for release.

Garrett’s hands explored her body, she was so beautiful, her body turned him on like no other. He admired her as she moved on his cock.

Brea moved faster and faster rising to release. She kissed Garrett hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth wanting to consume him. Garret grabbed her ass and smacked it hard. Brea groaned as she felt the release of orgasm.

Garrett flipped onto her back and immediately started pumping into harder and harder, faster and faster. She felt words and thought leave her as she succumbed to the feeling of pleasure. He had the power and he could do whatever he wanted to her. She let herself go, giving herself completely to Garrett. Garrett groaned as his seed exploded into her. She felt wave and wave of pleasure rocketing through her body, it was unlike anything she had ever felt and it arose only from complete surrender. It came from such a deep place she didn't even know it had existed. Until Garrett had awoken it.

The END

Chapter 1

Callie Day was in her greenhouse tending to her herbs, when she heard her phone ring. She was wrist deep in moist dirt and lemon basil and to top it off, she’d left her phone in the storefront attached to the greenhouse. She swore under her breath. This better be good. She ran into shop and gingerly grabbed her phone with two muddy fingers, trying to do the least amount of damage.

“Hello?” She called into the receiver.

“Callie? It’s Captain Merryweather. Do you have time to come down to the station today?” Cpt. Merry weather was a tall, broad shouldered black man with an unmistakable deep voice.

“I think I can work something out. I was just in the greenhouse, so give me an hour to clean up.”

“See you then.” The phone clicked off. Cpt Merryweather was a man of few words.

Callie sighed. Callie had been born with a gift. Some people called it a third eye. Callie called it ‘getting impressions’. When she touched objects and concentrated hard she got flashes of ‘memories’ from the object. She saw scenes or people or just felt emotional charges. The stronger the energy attached, the easier it was for Callie to get an impression. Anger, desperation, lust and sorrow were very easy to pick up on. The police had been using her gift for years to help them solve cases. The cases were rarely violent crimes, thankfully.

They lived in Ravenswood and for all its mystery and magic, the crime rate was very low. Ravenswood was a large town nestled in a forest. The town attracted magic like bees to honey. The residents were used to unexplained events and a little mystery. It was also the town with the highest populations of supernaturals per capita in North America. Needless to say, Callie fit right in.

Callie climbed the stairs to her apartment above the shop. She quickly showered and blow dried her deep chestnut hair. It was slick and straight and often refuse to curl, even when Callie took a hot wand to it. She pulled a pair of jeans over her ample rear end. These jeans made her butt look amazing so she choose a cropped top to cover her also ample chest. Flaunt it if you got it, was her motto. Callie knew her extreme curves weren’t to most men’s tastes, but she loved her body.

She grabbed her suede jacket in case it cooled off and headed to the Police Station. It was a short drive from Callie’s apartment. She walked in the building and headed to the Captain’s office, saying hello to everyone she passed. Callie was famous in town for her gift. She often read people’s Tarot cards for extra cash. Her gift didn’t really work that way, but she found most people just wanted to know that everything was going to be alright. If they had been left by their lover, she told them not to worry, a new and better one was on the way. It was usually how life worked anyway, sometimes up, sometimes down. Her business wasn’t exactly thriving, so to make ends meet, she read cards or helped the police with cases.

She knocked on the Captain’s door. He called for her to enter. As soon as she saw his face, she knew that this was a different kind of case. Something bad had happened.

“Callie, thank you for coming so quickly. Have a seat.”

“No problem. What is going on?” She asked as she sat in the seat across from him.

“I need your utmost description on this one.” He leaned forward.

“Always.” Callie leaned in too, her curiosity peaked.

“We have reason to believe that the Gentleman Bandit might be hiding out in Ravenswood.”

Callie’s eyes grew two sizes larger. The Gentlemen Bandit was a famous bank robber. He was known for wearing an expensive suit and being especially polite and charming while robbing the banks.

“Well that’s certainly exciting! I’m happy to help in any way I can.”

“We are getting a new detective from the city who has been following this case for years. I was hoping you could work with him in anyway he needs. Your fee is the same?” Capt Merryweather asked.

“Yes.” Callie agreed but something told her she should ask for more. This case sounded complicated.

“Now, Detective Michaels is a shifter from the city, he isn't used to the way we work. But I am sure if you are your usual charming self, you two will be thick as thieves in no time.” The Captain cleared his throat.

Alarm bells went off for Callie. “Does the Detective
want
to work with me?”

“He will warm up to it. As soon as he sees how much you can help. The Gentleman Burglar hasn’t left very many clues behind and it’s just the sort of case you can crack open.”

Callie rolled her eyes. Non-believers were the worst. They were always trying to trip her up, as if she was faking the whole thing. She had never come across a shifter non-believer before. That was new.

“Come back tomorrow. The detective arrives tonight, he will debrief you tomorrow.”

“Aye-Aye, Captain!” She saluted him as she walked out the door. It was her favorite joke.

It was getting late but Callie didn't feel like going home so she wandered down to The Lamb’s Tail, the local pub. She was craving a nice cool beer to cap off her day. It wasn’t very busy so she took a seat at the bar. She ordered her beer and sighed with happiness when the bartender brought it over. He was a handsome shifter named Max.

“Hey Callie, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! How was your day?” He smiled at her.

Max always flirted with her. She flirted back, but always refused to go out with him. Callie was waiting for her soul mate. When she was a little girl she got an impression of her soulmate. A man with unusual eyes. He was twirling her as diamonds rained down from the sky. She felt complete love envelope her. She had never felt so loved in her day to day life. Even though the impressions had seemed fantastical, she had made a pact to wait for him. No matter how long it took. I mean, she certainly had her fun, she wasn’t nun! But she avoided relationships, wanting to make sure there was room in her life for that magic love.

“Same old, same old.” She was dying to spread the news of the Gentlemen Bandit, but she kept her mouth shut. Utmost discretion.

The bar had one other patron, a very handsome man, so Max moved on to serve him. Callie couldn't help checking the man out. He seemed dark and maybe a little dangerous. He was wearing a grey suit and looked out of place. Callie tried to make eye contact but the man ignored her.

Callie got up to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was down a hallway beside the bar. It only held one person at a time and there were two girls already waiting outside. Callie stood at the end of the line and leaned against the wall. She was out of sight from the bar but well within earshot.

The customer at the bar was a man and he was asking if there were any attractive available ladies in the bar. Callie giggled to herself.

“Well, what about Callie? The young woman sitting at the end of the bar?” Max replied. Callie made a mental note to throttle Max later.

The man snorted. “Too plain for my tastes.”

Well, excuuuse me!
Who did that man think he was? Her cheeks burned bright with embarrassment.

At that moment a neighbour of Callie’s walked up to the bar and spotted Callie. “Hi, Callie!” she called out loudly.

Oh God. Callie peeked her head around the corner and found the horrified faces of both Max and the rude man as they realized she had heard everything they said. At least they had the decency to look upset. “Line up for the bathroom.” She managed to say with a bright smile as she gestured to the line. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life. Probably for that man too. He looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Thankfully, at that moment, the bathroom opened up and she ducked inside.

She used the facilities and then splashed cold water other face to try to make the redness of her embarrassment die down. She didn’t want the man to know he had upset her.

When she came out of the bathroom she saw that the man had left. She breathed a sigh of relief. She drained her beer and gestured to Max for the bill. She didn't feel like hanging around the bar anymore.

“You know,” said Max “I think you are
very
sexy.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. She laughed at him half heartedly.

She walked outside and noticed the moon was almost full. It was big and bright in the sky, making everything seem magical and otherworldly. It was a beautiful night. She rounded the corner the parking lot and almost bumped into the man from the bar.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I think I’m lost. I just got here and I need the find The Renaissance Hotel. My GPS doesn't seem to be working.”

“Here.” Callie sighed. She pulled a paper and pen out of her purse and drew a map for him. He leaned over to see the map, to see it better in the dark. Their faces were inches apart. In the moonlight he seemed like the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He made eye contact with her and invisible sparks exploded between them. Something in his eyes changed and he grabbed her face in his hands and pushed his mouth on hers. She wanted to push him away but instead her body betrayed her and melted into the kiss. No one had ever just taken her out of the blue like that. She was surprised by how much it turned her on. She moved her tongue with his, making the kiss deeper. She wanted the kiss to last forever, but they were interrupted when a car beside them chirped as the owner turned on the alarm.

They both instantly pulled away. The magic of the moment had dissipated and reality flowed in. Callie put her head down and walked quickly to her car. She got in and drove away as fast as she could. What had happened? It wasn’t even the full moon yet and here she was, acting crazy. She had never made out with a stranger like that before. She was shocked by her behavior. She put herself to bed immediately, hoping a good night’s sleep would wash away the effects of the moon.

Just as she drifted off, the memory of the kiss came back and she fell into slumber with a smile on her lips.

Chapter 2

Callie woke up with the sunrise. It wasn't unusual, she loved mornings. It also gave her time to work in the greenhouse before she opened her shop. She sold all natural beauty and food products that she made from her herbs and plants. It was more a labour of love than a money maker, but she was happy and always made ends meet.

She worked in the greenhouse for a few hours, getting her hands in the dirt made her feel a connection to the Earth. It also helped to boost her gift. She wanted to be in tip top shape when she met the detective today. She had a feeling he wasn't going to take her seriously despite the Captain’s insistence otherwise. She sighed and cleaned up the greenhouse and made her way upstairs to shower. The shop would have to open a bit later today. She never managed to have regular business hours.