CATCH (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 14) (3 page)

“I like you,” she said softly. “Maybe it’s the wine talking, but I feel like I can tell you that.”

He stared at her. “I like you too, Lanie. Very much.”

She felt her hands clench. “Then why can’t you be normal with me? Why does it have to be so…so strange? I mean, what we did in your office—I liked that. But does it have to
only
be like that?”

Brayden scratched at his jaw. “It does. It’s how I like things. And what I showed you today at the club—that’s also how I like things. It’s how I need to be, Lanie.”

“All I’m asking for is some normalcy.”

His cheek twitched and his lips pursed. “I understood you the first half dozen times you told me that.”

She flinched a little. “Maybe you really would be happier calling up one of your model friends. She can come and make you a fucking tuna sandwich.” Lanie started to rise from her seat.

Brayden’s voice shot out in a growl from his throat. “Sit down, Lanie.”

Somehow, she instantly obeyed his command. Her butt connected with the chair and she felt her chest rising and falling quickly as her throat constricted. “I don’t like the way you talk to me.”

He glared at her. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“So what do we do now?”

“I want you to get up from the table and follow me.”

“Where?” she said, feeling her thighs shudder, her heart pound, her nipples stiffen.

Brayden stood up and dropped his napkin on the table. “Come on.” He turned and walked away from the table without looking back.

For a long moment, Lanie just sat there.

Sit, stand. Crawl. Beg.

What more does he want from me?

And why am I only too happy to give it to him?

Brayden still hadn’t checked to see that she was following him, and soon he would disappear from view.

Lanie didn’t want to be left, so she finally got up and slid her chair backwards, bumping into a woman sitting at the table directly behind her. The older woman shot her a look as if Lanie had just insulted her firstborn child.

“Sorry,” Lanie muttered, grabbing her purse and quickly running after Brayden.

She caught up to him just inside the main lobby of the hotel.

“Brayden,” she said. “Where are we going?”

He looked at her. “Stop.”

“Stop?”

“Stop asking questions,” he told her. “You know how it is. Take it or leave it,” he said.

“I thought you said it’s over with us. Because—“

“You talk too much,” he said. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

She smiled. “Maybe. A few people.”

His eyes were hungry as he stepped closer. “You have no idea what I can do to you, Lanie. No idea.”

She took a sharp inhalation of breath, and she could smell him, feel him, and she’d never wanted something so badly in all of her life. “I want to find out,” she said, her voice quivering, and she didn’t break eye contact this time.

He nodded almost imperceptibly. “Than follow me.”

“You didn’t pay the bill.”

“I have a room here. They know me.” He turned around and started walking towards a bank of elevators.

Lanie followed him.

When they got inside the elevators, there was a family of four inside. All of them were speaking German, and they looked quite fashionable—even the littlest boy was dressed like an adult.

Their unfamiliar language washed over Lanie as she watched Brayden. He gave her a slow smile that tingled her all over.

Why do I feel like I’ve won something?

Because you think he gave in a little—just enough to tantalize you. Enough to make you think you got something from him, when in reality nothing’s changed.

Lanie swallowed drily. She felt sexy, charged up, excited.

No man had ever looked at her the way Brayden did. And he always looked at her that way. As if he was perpetually wanting to be inside her.

Just the thought of it was getting her wet.

But remember? He said he could never sleep with you.

Actually, his exact words were that he’d never fuck you.

How charming.

The elevator doors let them out and Brayden walked confidently to the room, holding a card up in front of the door handle. The light near the handle turned green and he opened the door. “After you,” he said, gesturing for her to walk inside.

She hesitated. “What are we doing?”

“No questions.”

“But I have questions.”

His shoulders lifted. “That’s not part of the agreement.”

“We don’t have any agreement, Brayden.”

She saw his hand clench tightly around the doorknob. “Get in the room. Now.”

“What if I refuse?”

“You like to threaten,” he said. “Fine, Lanie. You do as you wish.” He walked inside the room and shut the door in her face.

She was shocked.

She walked to the door and pounded on it, three times. Hard.

No answer.

“Brayden, please open the door.”

She wasn’t thinking clearly and she knew it.

He had her that worked up. He made her crazy.

After a minute or two went by, the hotel door opened. “Enough game playing,” he said, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her inside. The door shut behind her and now she was in an enormous room.

There was a fake fireplace and it was on, the strange flames waving yellow and flickering red. Soft music was playing through overhead speakers. Seductive music with a deep bass line and a steady drumbeat.

The curtains on the window were halfway open, exposing the skyline of the city to her as she stood there, while Brayden held her wrist tightly.

“Let go of me,” she said.

“What if I refuse?” he countered, his eyes mischievous.

“I’ll scream.”

“Oh, you’ll be screaming all right,” he smiled. “Soon enough.”

She felt her breathing quicken. “That’s not what I meant.” Lanie pulled free of his grip and crossed to the window. “It’s beautiful.”

“I like my view even better,” he said, and she saw his eyes in the window’s reflection. He was staring at her ass.

“Cute,” she whispered, and felt her nipples stiffening once again.

He approached from behind. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed the game quite so much,” he said, his lips brushing her ear as he pressed his body against her. His hands grasped her hips and then slid brazenly to her breasts.

She could feel his hardness pressing into her backside.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“You know exactly what’s going on. Stop pretending.” He squeezed her breasts tighter.

“Brayden…” she couldn’t think anymore. It felt too good.

She was so turned on, so wet.

“Lanie. I want you.” His words penetrated. It felt as if his voice was inside her.

He began grinding his hips against her backside, and now his rod was truly pushing, forcing her skirt up as she rocked into him.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, as his large, strong hand slid down between her legs, outside her skirt. His fingers pressed into her center point, and stimulated her swollen clit.

“Fuck, I can’t take this anymore,” he said, biting her earlobe. And then he was hiking her skirt all the way up her creamy thighs, revealing her thong, and his fingers slid beneath it and began entering her wet mound.

Her palms pressed against the cool window.

Her lips trembled, her teeth bared as an orgasm rocked her core, and she saw her breath fogging the glass.

“Oh, shit, I’m coming. Oh, shit.”

His fingers slid all the way inside her now.

“Christ, you’re wet. And tight.” Suddenly, she heard the distinctive sound of his pants being unzipped.

“Brayden, fuck me,” she whispered.

Just like she’d whispered and called out in her bathtub, never thinking it might become real one day.

“You want a thick cock filling that untouched pussy?” he said.

“Oh, yes. Brayden, I need your cock.” She rocked her hips, and she heard his pants falling to the floor, his belt jingling.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking hard for you. Christ, I’ve never been this rock hard in my life. Look at your ass. Look at that wet fucking pussy. He nibbled on her ear as he fingered her pussy faster.

This time, he inserted two fingers inside her. They slipped in easily.

She was so wet. So wet.

“Brayden, I want to come on your dick,” she gasped.

“Spread those fucking legs,” he grunted.

She did as he said. Her legs were spread and her skirt was all the way up, and now her whole lower body was revealed to him.

He slapped her ass hard. Once. Then again.

She cried out in pleasure. It didn’t hurt at all.

Not even a little.

And then she felt his cock, the head of it, sliding underneath, between her legs. The head of his cock slid in between her pussy lips, and she threw her head back and cried out louder. “Oh, Brayden. Oh my God.”

She’d never felt something so good.

She’d never wanted something so bad.

She was insane with lust for this man.

Even though she’d never had sex, this was so overwhelming that she couldn’t be afraid or worried. He had turned her on so effortlessly, and Lanie knew that she wanted him.

But he said—

What did he say?

Never.

Never have sex with you.

And then…he was.

His cock was entering her tight pussy, spreading her for the first time in her life, and she was gasping and moaning.

There was a sharp pain, and she cried out, but it was sweet in its own way.

He’s fucking you.

“Brayden…”

“I know,” he whispered in her ear.

“You’re fucking me.”

“I know.”

“It feels good, Brayden. So good.”

“You feel amazing,” he whispered, and then his tongue was in her mouth.

His hands were on her tits.

His cock slid deeply inside.

He’s fucking me.

I’m not a virgin anymore. Oh, God, it feels so good. Oh, I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.

She cried out loudly, as his hard cock slid in and out faster and faster, wetter and wetter, and now he’d loosened her up and he was pounding hard against her ass with his hips, burying his dick deeply into her fresh, dripping mound of flesh.

“I can’t help myself,” he told her, his breath on her cheek now.

“Oh.”

“Can’t.”

“Oh God.”

“Fucking. Help it.”

And then he was exploding inside her, his hips smashing so hard into her backside that her face almost hit the glass.

Brayden groaned as he released everything.

She was coming again too.

They climaxed as one, breathless, falling into each other.

* * *

A
fterward
, they lay naked in the huge, luxurious bed.

She climbed on top of Brayden as he stared up at her.

She climbed onto his dick.

“You’re already hard again,” she smiled, inserting his swollen cock into herself and then sitting down on him.

His eyes rolled back as his hands grasped her hips.

She swiveled on him. “Does that feel good?” she asked.

He groaned and nodded.

And then she was riding his enormous dick. She was so wet and couldn’t believe he was hard again.

She fucked Brayden’s dick, as her hands massaged his muscular chest and his hands explored her hips, her breasts. He took her breast in his warm mouth and sucked her nipples until she came again.

And then he was shooting his load inside her and pulling out to finish the rest onto her pussy mound.

Some of it splattered his own belly, too. She climbed off, licked down his stomach and sucked his come, licked it, sucked it off his lower belly and then even sucked his cock.

“Christ,” he said, seemingly shocked by her enthusiasm.

She sucked his cum and her own juices off his dick. It tasted sweet and salty and her nostrils filled with the smell of pungent sex.

“You’re getting hard again,” she laughed, stroking his still wet dick.

“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” he said.

His eyes were wide.

She sucked again, taking pleasure in doing something new. Doing something he’d never seen before.

“How do you keep getting hard again so quickly?” she said, as she stroked with her hand and watched him stiffening yet again.

“I have no idea. It’s never happened before.” His hands gripped the sheets and squeezed.

And then she was sucking him again, and although she still couldn’t take him deeply into her mouth easily, she could use a combination of stroking and sucking to do the trick.

Before long, he shot his seed into her mouth and she took it all in.

When they finished this time, he pulled her into his arms. “Enough,” he said, his chest heaving. “Enough. I’m fucking exhausted, Lanie.”

She grinned, snuggling into his arms.