For the Love of the Billionaire: The Complete Story of Barrett and Scarlet (10 page)

In the mansion by the ocean in San Diego, Scarlet was enjoying her second shower. Immensely.

Her body was slick and slippery under his touch. Barrett fucked her slowly from behind, her breasts pressed against the glass, the steam rising around them.

“God, I love you,” he said. It slipped out, without him even thinking about it. Everything stopped. His heart caught in his throat.

She turned her head, her eyes sad but longing.

“Barrett, I love you too,” she whispered, turning to him. “I always have.”

With that, there was no stopping him. He lifted her up onto him, kissing her more passionately than he ever had, his cock still buried inside of her as he pushed the shower door open. Her legs were wrapped around his naked waist, her arms around his neck. Their mouths couldn’t part but she said it again against his.

“I’ve never loved anyone else but you, Barrett. I don’t know if I ever can.”

He collapsed with her on the bed, fucking her harder now, her moans of pleasure spurring him on to continue. He wanted to show her how much he meant what he said, he’d fuck her in that bed for the rest of their lives if he had to, nothing seemed to be enough for him to truly express how deep his desire was for her.

“Please, more,” she begged, the sound of his thrusts turning them both on. She was so aroused by the words they’d shared, this entire weekend was like a drug they didn’t want to come down from.

“Scarlett, I plan on fucking you all night,” he growled as he flipped her over, wanting the view of that heart shaped ass. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She moaned again from the change in penetration, her toes curling from the sensation.

“I need you,” she panted. “No one else could ever do this to me. Only you.”

His pace quickened and he fucked her harder as she clutched the sheets around her, her knuckles white.

“My pussy,” she called out. “It hurts so fucking good, Barrett. Take it. You
own
it.”

It was the best and worst thing she could have said in that moment. He exploded inside of her, his release the most gratifying orgasm he’d ever experienced. It was long and drawn out and he didn’t want it to end. It was only one of many times he had come inside of her, but it was the mother of any orgasm he’d ever had. It would be what he measured all others against for the rest of his life. She whimpered underneath him as he finally and slowly stopped his thrusts, completely spent from the experience of their shared passion.

He immediately lay next to her, gathering her soft body into his arms, both of them catching their breath in silence. It was growing dark out and the shadows of early evening lit up her face and her body. She was glowing in every way possible. He longed to be hard again, just to relive it all. Over and over. Her nipples were still erect. He could see them, even through the thin sheet she’d pulled over herself.

“Barrett,” she said, breathless. “I’ve never…”

He kissed her tenderly, brushing his knuckles across her nipples.

“I know,” he said. “Me either.”

“What I said…” she started. “I meant it.”

“So did I,” he said, pulling the sheet down from her, exposing her. His mouth teased one nipple as his hand stroked her inner thigh.

“God,” she said. “Please don’t ever stop that.”

“As long as you never stop loving me,” he looked her in the eyes. “I will never stop showing you how much I want you.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“I’ve spent years,” she confessed, “trying not to love you anymore. It’s made me restless. I can’t commit to anything in my life because I can’t get over the huge mistake of not committing to you. It’s fucked me up so bad, Barrett.”

He stared at her for a moment. Even though she’d been physically naked before him numerous times, she’d never been more exposed than this. It was finally time.

“Tell me what happened,” he said. “Why did you leave me?”

The question hung heavy in the air around them. He could see her chest rising and falling quickly. Tears streamed down her cheeks and he brushed them away. He didn’t want to upset her but it was time to get the answer he’d been searching half a decade for.

“I thought it was best for you,” she said. “And for my family. But it’s taken me a long time to try to forget the fact that it wasn’t what was best for me. And sometimes I feel guilty knowing that if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t have left you. Even if it meant hurting my family and messing up your life.” She was crying harder now, and he pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her small, quivering body.

“Scarlet, how could it be what was best for me?” he asked. He was trying not to raise his voice, he knew this was difficult for her to talk about. But the pain she’d caused him was raw. He’d been an open wound these last few years. Nothing he had done to try to escape had worked at healing him. And now she was laying here telling him she left for his own good?

“Because you have a destiny,” she said. “And I’m not the girl that could help it move forward.”

It sounded like something his mother would have said. It angered him because it was so ridiculous.

“And your family? Did they not like me?” he asked. “I mean, Nancy pretty much
is
my family but did your parents not approve of me?”

Scarlet shook her head, “No. It wasn’t like that. Barrett, I’m scared to tell you more.”

He couldn’t help it, now he really was upset. He stood up and walked to his bedroom window that overlooked the coastline.

“Scarlet, just cut the shit,” he growled. He’d never spoken to her like this but he was past his limit. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Have I ever hurt you? I’ve only ever wanted to give you the fucking universe. I handed over my whole heart to you and you completely obliterated it.” He turned back to face her. “Who should be the scared one in this situation? Because I’m not the one who gave up. I
kept
my promises.”

She was bawling now and part of him regretted his tone. But the other half of him was still deeply hurt and frustrated at her unwillingness to tell him the entire story.

“You don’t understand,” she choked back a sob. “I was
told
these things. I was told if I didn’t leave you, my family would be destroyed. Lose their jobs. Be blacklisted from getting jobs elsewhere. And I was promised that you would lose everything. You’d be disinherited, disowned by your own family. There was too much on the line for you to marry…” she paused to take a breath, “Someone like me.”

The rage. His anger was no longer directed at Scarlet. There was only one person who would have convinced Scarlet of such lies.

“My mother,” he said. “She told you this?”

Scarlet nodded, still crying, “Yes. And she promised me if I told you anything she would stop at nothing to ruin all of our lives. Even yours. When I knew that she was willing to go that far, I was scared. She told me she was having me followed, that there was no escape. But that if I… If I left you, I would be safe and so would everyone else.”

“She threatened you? When did this happen?”

Scarlet shook her head, “Barrett, I’m about to have a nervous breakdown.”

He ran over to her, pulling her to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding her head against his shoulder, her tears damp against his skin. “I had no idea.”

She nodded against him, “I wasn’t sure what to do. Your mother’s condition was that I cut it off, cold. No explanation. And I couldn’t contact you. Ever again.”

He didn’t push her for more, not then. Her heartbeat was hurried against his chest and in her eyes he saw so much pain- and worse- he saw incredible fear. The thought of someone threatening her brought out a fury in the darkest depths within himself. The idea of anyone hurting Scarlet or putting her through so much pain the last five years almost undid him right there. But he had to be strong for her.

He couldn’t help but feel he’d let her down somehow. It was now time to right the wrongs, and make some moves that would alter the course of both their lives.

The master suite on the Evers’ jumbo jet was bigger than Scarlet could have imagined. There was a queen sized bed with plush bedding and, at the foot of it, a very large flat screen television.

“Barrett, this plane has more square footage than my parents’ house,” Scarlet said.

“Well, it’s a long flight,” he said, coming up behind her and wrapping his large arms around her shoulders. “Sixteen hours, approximately.”

She turned around to face him, smiling, “Oh really? Whatever will we do for sixteen hours on a plane with a bed? Any ideas?”

He kissed her mouth and then let his lips slide down her neck, tracing it with his tongue down to her collar bone.

“I have some ideas,” he whispered and she shuddered beneath him. He slipped the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder. “They all involve you naked.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I can accommodate that.”

He stepped back, “I want to watch you.”

Her eyes widened, “You’re sure? I have one condition.”

Barrett smiled. Scarlet always had her silly conditions.

“And what would that be?” He started unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze still resting on her.

“You only get to watch me,” she said. “You can’t touch me, no matter how much you want to. Not until I say you can.”

His cock jerked underneath his tailored pants.

“I like this condition,” he said. “Let’s see where it takes us.”

He sat down on the upholstered seat that lined the wall across from the bed.

Scarlet’s hands trembled at first but the intensity of his eyes spurred her on. She slowly pulled down the other strap of her dress. She intentionally slowly unzipped it from the back, the sound of it all that could be heard in the suite. Scarlet let it fall to the floor, revealing what was underneath. She wore a black, lacy, strapless bra and a thong to match.

Barrett sucked in a breath at the sight of her, “I love you in black lace.”

She nodded, “I know you do.”

She turned around so her ass faced him. She hooked both her thumbs on the lacy strings on her hips and slowly pushed the thong down, bending over so there was no mystery to what it hid. Her thighs were already wet and Barrett groaned as she pulled the thong off. She was still bent over the bed, her ass in the air, toying with him.

“Do you like this, Mr. Evers?” she asked innocently. “What do you want to do to me right now?”

“Everything,” he said, standing up.

Scarlet shook her head, “Not yet. Just watch.”

Barrett sat back down, clearly frustrated, “Scarlet. I’m painfully hard right now.”

“Good,” she smirked. “I promise, it’s worth it.”

She was laying back on the bed now. She’d unsnapped her bra and was completely nude and sprawled out on the duvet. Scarlet spread herself open and he could see that she was glistening from her arousal.

“Barret,” she called out to him. “You can get as close to me as you want but you absolutely can’t touch me. The second you do, I stop.”

He nodded, “Fine. But I’m taking all of my clothes off too.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now watch me make myself come.”

He quickly stripped off his pants and Tom Ford shirt, until he was standing over her completely naked and, like he’d mentioned, painfully erect.

Scarlet let her hands slowly glide down her taut stomach and below to her needy sex. She slowly started rubbing circles around her clit, making Barrett want to jump out of his skin.

“Barrett,” she said, her breathing quickening at her excitement. “I want you to put your face inches from where I am touching myself. You’ll watch me come and you will not be able to do anything until I am finished.”

He growled, “You’re killing me.” All he wanted to do was dive in, devour her slowly, and fuck her relentlessly all the way to South America.

“You wanted to watch me,” she sighed. “God, it feels so good. Especially knowing your eyes are on me.”

He was on his knees now, kneeling before her. His rugged face was inches from her and he could hear the wetness under her insistent fingers. She was moaning and so close to coming. He could smell it and he’d never wanted to fuck her as much as he did right then.

“I can feel your breath,” she called out. “I’m going to come so hard, Barrett! Keep watching.”

She bucked on the bed, writhing under an orgasm she’d produced without him. Her back arched, her nipples hard and dark. Barrett couldn’t take anymore.

He was on top of her. His hands grabbing her knees, flinging her legs over his shoulders as he entered her, her yelp of surprise only making him want her more.

“I didn’t say…” she started but she knew it wasn’t any use. She couldn’t pretend not to want him.

“You’re so bad, Scarlet,” he gritted his teeth as he fucked her. “I didn’t know you had that side of you. And now you’ll be punished for torturing me.”

His length and girth filled her instantly, making her wince for a moment at the force. Her arousal made it easy for him to glide in and out and they both called out to one another as he thrusted, the sounds of their heated flesh smacking together so loud that it was clear the entire plane could probably hear them.

“Take me from behind,” she begged. “Like you own me.”

“I
do
own you,” he said, flipping her over and then yanking her hips toward him. “I own this body, I own this pussy. You’re mine, Scarlet. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

She clutched the sheets around her as he pounded, reaching depths of her that no one else could. Her climaxes came in waves, the kind she thought only existed in the hottest of erotica. But no, it was happening to her body, and he was the one making her feel this way. On top of her love for him, her craving for his body and this feeling was something that couldn’t be surpassed by any of her other wants or needs.

He was unremitting, unable to stop or care how aggressive he was, although she was loving every moment of it.

“Scarlet,” he warned. “I’m about to come.”

“Look at me, Barrett,” she commanded. “Don’t come without looking right at me.”

He thrusted hard and then released, the sound emitting from him piercing the air, and Scarlet came with him, both of them screaming the other’s name as the 787 sliced through the balmy air over the Gulf of Mexico.