The Billionaire's Affair: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 2) (10 page)

“Alright, yeah. But no I didn’t see it.”

“Look, Ivan, there’s no easy way to say this… The Russians have got their hands on a piece of the blueprint for your device, and –”

“But we destroyed it! You were there for that. What the hell are you talking about?”

“I know. Look, the guy who told me about it… he said you’d been expecting some visitors in California, but they never showed up. He says they had some of the blueprint in their possession, but it was intercepted. He seems to think the Russians could use what they’ve got to start a war.”

Ivan stared into space. His voice came out a whisper. “Shit, he’s right. I can’t believe I forgot about that piece of blueprint.” His head whipped up. “You told the police?”

“No. I’ve got this detective on my back. You heard of Vladimir Orlov?”

“Sure…. Oh, Dylan, you’re not doing business with
him
, are you?”

“He approached me about a sponsorship deal between his soccer club and Grafton Techs. But unfortunately I screwed his wife, who turned out to be a double-agent and now she’s dead.”

Ivan shook his head in disbelief. “You’ve always gotta have more fun than me, don’tcha?”

“Ivan, this is serious…”

Joseph intercepted. “Do mom and dad know you’re alive?”

Ivan scratched his chin, making his beard rustle on his fingernails. “No. And neither does our sister. You can’t tell anyone.”

Joseph swallowed. “I think they’d like to know.”

“The more people we tell the more danger there is for everyone. I need to lie low, just for a while. Okay.”

Joseph nodded. “Right.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Dylan asked.

Ivan removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “About what?”

“About
what
? Ivan, I’ve got the goddamn KGB after me.”

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “Well, what do you
think
you should do? Did you come here expecting me to give you a fully-formed plan? I hardly speak to a soul these days. All
I
care about is Samira, but I’m stuck here, going slowly nuts.”

“Okay. Well, tell me what this piece of blueprint looks like. I’ve got information that suggests it’s at Orlov’s house. Maybe I can get it back, but I’ll need to know what I’m looking
for
.”

“Yeah, and make sure you destroy it when you find it,” Ivan said. “You need to get this thing off the face of the planet and out of my hair.”

“Alright, so what does it look like?”

“It’s just a little square of flimsy plastic. Like an old floppy disk. But your friend’s right – a coding company could probably crack it if the Russians got it into the hands of an expert.”

“Like Grafton Techs? Their best engineer?”

“Yeah, they probably could.”

“Motherfucker. I bet he’s planning to buy my goddamn company from under my nose then use it to crack open that blueprint.”

“So what are you gonna do?” Ivan said sarcastically. “Stroll over to Orlov’s place and ask if you can take a look around?”

Dylan opened his mouth to retort, but Sarah interjected. “Hey, Dylan, you said you were planning to call off the deal with Orlov today. Did you do that?”

He threw an affectionate grin. “No, sweetheart, I was slightly tied-up this morning, as you might’ve noticed.”

Sarah blushed, then quickly composed herself. “Well, I was just thinking – much as you’re loath to – would it be a good idea to continue with the deal? Or at least pretend to? Keep your enemies close – that sort of thing?”

Dylan nodded pensively. “Funny, Orlov said something similar to me last time I saw him. You’re right, babe – I’ll string him along, and try to ingratiate myself with him.”

“Just make sure you find and destroy the remaining bit of blueprint before he wants to sign any contracts,” Ivan said. “You really don’t want him in your life, Dylan.”

Dylan rubbed his eyes wearily. “Yeah, thanks for the advice – I could’ve done with that a month ago.”

Ivan leaned forward. “You can do this, Dylan. You’re the eldest now. I’m dead, remember?”

“Not really.”

“I feel it some days.”

“You’re missing Samira, huh?”

“Understatement of the century. It’s like one of my limbs has been severed. And the worst thing is knowing she thinks I’m dead. And I can’t just show up and go ‘Hey, Samira, I’m alive after all’ – I’d hate anything to happen to her, especially now this is all kicking off again. You need to sort this all out, Dylan – it’s your time to shine. You’ve gotta do this. For me. And for the world.”

“Right,” Dylan said. “No pressure, then.”

Sarah held his hand tenderly, hoping to send loving vibes from her fingers to his. “The Russian rebels obviously think you’re capable of this, Dylan. And I’m here to help in any way I can.”

“I’ll help, too,” Joseph said.

Dylan nodded. “Thanks guys. I guess being second-in-line to such a great brother’s put me in Ivan’s shadow my whole life.”

Ivan stood up. “Then it’s time to get out of it. Now who wants coffee?”

Sarah smiled. “Actually, I’d like to go for a walk on the beach. Can we?”

Sarah removed her shoes and relished the tingly feel of the soft sand on her bare feet. She rarely walked around sockless, and it felt as if she was receiving a foot rub from the beach, making made her body fizz all over.

Lightness drifted through her like the gathering white clouds up ahead. Dylan linked his fingers through hers, and they shared a smile. But she could see that he was taking the weight of the world on his shoulders, and she wanted to help him feel lighter. As Winston Churchill said, ‘if you’re going through hell, keep going’. Hopefully this stroll by the sea should cheer him up; it always helped to set
her
mind free, and this beach was lovely – it was long and sweeping, secluded and vibrant.

She held his hand and enjoyed a sensation of vastness within, caused by the open blue sky and an ocean that seemed to stretch out for miles and miles. The gulls were squawking above, and the sound of the crashing waves soothed Sarah’s soul. Ivan and Joseph were strolling behind, catching up on what they’d missed over these last few months. Despite Ivan’s reluctance to be discovered, he was clearly delighted to be reunited with his baby brother.

Sarah shot Dylan a tender smile, so he put his arm around her and pulled her close.  They were walking quite close to the shoreline now, so Sarah was keeping an eye on the spume fingers that were stretching their way towards her feet. Luckily, the frothy water wasn’t quite able to reach them yet, so it gave up and slunk back to the sea, biding its time, gathering its strength.

Dylan kissed her on the forehead.  “Ever had sex on a beach?”

Sarah laughed. “No. And I’m not going to with your brothers right behind us!”

“Oh… sounds like you might be tempted if they weren’t there. I’d love to fuck you out here; show the world that you’re still mine.”

“Don’t you ever stop thinking about sex?”

He grinned. “Not when I’m around you, sweetheart.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait until we get back, won’t you?”

“I’ll hold you to that offer.”

They walked along in silence for a moment. Then Sarah said, “I’ve been thinking about
your
offer.”

He tensed. “Oh yeah?”

“I don’t like you treating me as if I’m just other another business deal.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, that’s how it felt.”

“Aw, come on, I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. You know that.”

“But I
want
you to tell me how you feel. I need to hear you say it.”

“You don’t need me to spell it out for you, sweetheart. You
know
how I feel.”

“But I don’t. How could I unless you tell me? I mean, you wouldn’t do a business deal without spelling it out, would you? Look, I’m not saying that I want you gushing sweet-nothings every five minutes, but if you could just tell me how you feel. Not what you
want
. How you
feel
. That’s all I need, Dylan. Just to know.”

“I find it hard to do that.”

“Why?”

The breeze tousled his curls. “I don’t know. We just don’t really do that in my family.”

“That’s not true. I’ve heard Adam telling Amy he loves her. And Ivan told Joseph.
You’re
just uptight.”

He halted and gasped. “Uptight!”

She chuckled. “Yeah, you are. Why can’t you just do something for the sake of it? Be in this moment. Find some joy for joy’s sake.”

“What are you saying?”

“How can I put it any clearer, Dylan? Just tell me how you
feel
about me. Why can’t you?”

Dylan set his face to determined and he suddenly grabbed her by the upper-arms. “Right, if you really need to know – I love you, okay? I never got over you. I regret encouraging you to leave every single day. You left a hole in my heart, and you’re the only one who can fill it. I’m miserable without you, Sarah – you’re like the other half of my soul. I need you back in my life. I
want
you back in my life, because when you’re around, my life is fucking complete. Now that I’ve found you again, there’s no way I’m ever letting you go. Not ever. Okay? Does that spell it out for you? You’re like the sunshine in my life. I love you, I love you, I fucking love you!”

Sarah stared at him in shock. Dylan had never said anything like that before. She opened her mouth to splutter out a reply, but he suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately like a 1950s Hollywood hero.

With clashing tongues and desperate lips, the kiss encompassed all the feelings that had been repressed over the years since they’d parted at the airport. But now Dylan had the force of adulthood behind him, making this kiss the most tremendous thing Sarah had ever encountered. It was angry, loving, and passionate all in one. The world spun drunkenly as she sank into the strong arms supporting her trembling body. He continued to kiss her hard and possessively – showing her how much he cared, now that he’d told her so openly.

Eventually, he eased away and gazed into her eyes. There was a sparkle in them that she’d never seen before. A sparkle of love, and maybe… liberation.

Dylan’s serious face cracked into a smirk, and he laughed. Sarah laughed, too. Then she was suddenly aware of their audience – Ivan and Joseph. The two started to whoop and applaud. Sarah shyly crumpled into Dylan’s arms and he held her close.

“I love you, okay?” he said into her ear.

“Me too, Dylan,” she said, now terrified to admit it herself.

Ivan smirked. “Adam’ll be pleased to hear he’s won your ten-grand bet, Dylan!”

Dylan laughed freely, like a child. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call him later and tell him to spend it on something sensible.”

Joseph grinned. “He’s already decided to give it to a charity of Amy’s choice. Adam knew – we
all
knew – he would win!”

Dylan pulled Sarah close and kissed her on the side of the head. “Yeah, truthfully – as soon as I saw her – I knew too.”

They were still standing very close to the water’s edge, and it was possible that at any moment an extra big wave would drench their feet. But suddenly Sarah didn’t care.  The sky was alive with the threat of a storm. They were about to get soaked either by the ocean or by the weather. Ivan and Joseph stood beside them and Sarah realised that
they
looked peaceful too. She guessed they’d just been having an open conversation about how much they’d missed each other – just as she and Dylan had. There was an unspoken bond between them all now. Lost loves reunited. They smiled silently as a
joyful feeling of affection bubbled around them. Something was different now – better somehow.

Sarah felt a drop of rain on her arm, and she realised that the sky had turned thick with black storm-clouds. T
he weather broke and the sea swept in, breaking the spell. They all burst into laughter and darted away from the waves, but it was too late. Sarah’s naked shins shivered as the freezing water gripped them tight – sploshing up into her dress and soaking it through; the men got drenched too; shoes, jeans, socks, feet, and all. 

The drenching made them all laugh, and Sarah could taste freedom as solid as metal, as natural as air. The happy vibe whirled around them as the wind blew hard and the rain poured down. Dylan pulled her close and nuzzled her neck as they all marched back towards Ivan’s cottage, laughing against the wind and rain. Sarah grinned into the eyes of her lover. This was it. Life for the sake of it.

****

Back at the house, Sarah dripped on the kitchen tiles as Ivan made her a cup of tea. “Exactly how the Brits like it, Princess Sarah,” he joked. “Over-stewed and contaminated with milk.”

She laughed, shivering in the shade of the cottage.

Ivan noticed her goose-bumps. “Hey, why don’t you go up to my room and get dry, alright? You’ll find a towel up there. You can borrow a shirt of mine and dry your dress in the dryer.”

“Okay, thanks, Ivan.” She raised a seductive eyebrow at Dylan. “Would you like to help me out of my wet things, Dylan?”

He shrugged, playing it cool in front of his brothers. “Sure, babe, I’ll give you a hand.”

They went up to Ivan’s bedroom and started kissing immediately. The room was cozy and bright, with its low oak beams, cream walls, and exposed varnished floorboards. The old-fashioned sash-windows cast sunlight over the inviting brass-framed bed. Sarah was suddenly filled with a sense of thrilling abandonment that she hadn’t experienced for years. Maybe it was all that sea air and wild weather.
And
the declaration of love from Dylan. Suddenly he wasn’t a source of heartache, but hope.

She fondled the top button of her dress, but her fingers were cold.

Dylan eased down the dress straps. “Allow me to strip you naked and warm you up.”

He kissed her hard. “I’m getting warmer already,” she whispered.

He stood back and inspected her. “I want to see you touching yourself for me. Lie down on the bed and pleasure yourself. I’ll join in when I want.”

Sarah nodded, trying to control her lustful breathing. She grabbed her purse and rummaged inside, then she pulled out her lipstick vibrator.

“You carry that around with you?” Dylan asked, astounded.

She shrugged. “I work long hours. Sometimes I need to let off steam. Some people have a cigarette break;
I
sneak off to an empty room and have a… you know.”

“Masturbation break?”

She laughed. “Yeah. I guess.”

He gazed at her in awe. “You’re amazing.”

Sarah felt empowered as she saw the captivated look on Dylan’s face. She knew she was in control of this situation, so she swaggered over and kissed him hard, then she stepped back and undid the buttons of her wet dress, revealing her rock hard nipples and plump breasts, which she reached up and fondled, enjoying the feel of her own hands and Dylan’s lustful eyes all over her.

“I’m all yours, baby,” she said, reaching down to touch her panties. “My body is desperate for you to touch it. But first, allow me to warm myself up for your viewing pleasure.”

She slipped out of her dress and settled down on the bed – laying her head on the comfortable pillow. Then she pulled her wet panties off and threw them across the room with wild abandonment, making Dylan laugh. She turned on the vibrator with a flourish, making sure he could see everything, and she lowered it hungrily to her clit. The humming vibes surged delightful pleasure between her thighs, causing her mouth to grin of its own accord. She dipped her fingers into her wet pussy, filling herself up gently, while rubbing the vibrator over her clit, increasing the pressure as she zoomed towards a swift climax.

Sarah’s eyes closed and an image of Dylan fucking her flashed into her mind, increasing her lust even more. She allowed her imagination to flow and she saw Joseph and Ivan there on the bed, each of them fondling and sucking her breasts. In her fantasy, Dylan was watching, playing with his cock while Sarah touched herself, and his brothers sent joyful tingles into her body with their hot lips and tantalising tongues.

Sarah heard a floorboard creak in the real bedroom, so she opened her eyes a sliver, and saw Dylan standing at the end of the bed, holding his hard cock, condom on, ready to go.

“You turn me on too much, sweetheart,” he said. “Allow me to help you with that pleasure.”

Sarah grinned and nodded. The vibrator continued to buzz as Dylan reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly towards him and making her gasp. He tilted her hips up towards his straining hard-on and eased himself into her tight pussy. She groaned in delight, pressing the vibrator harder on her clit, desperate to feel the immense euphoria she knew was in store. The feeling of him thrusting deep, combined with the intensity of the vibrator, pushed her suddenly into an overwhelmingly delicious orgasm, which started deep within her core and rushed over her body – exploding in her brain like a bomb of blissful glee. She dropped the vibrator to the bed, because it was now too intense on her climaxing clit, and she gripped the comforter in her fists as Dylan continued to grind himself deep into her pussy. She felt him come hard as her own orgasm gently faded, and he pulled her against himself to eek out as much of his own pleasure as possible, which sent lovely tingles into Sarah’s ecstasy-drenched body.

She opened her eyes and saw that he was gazing at her with loving eyes. She smiled peacefully; gazing into his soul. His love declaration on the beach just now had shifted something between them, and Sarah loved him even more than ever.

He withdrew then crawled onto the bed and wrapped her in his arms. “I love you, Sarah.
That’s
how I feel – I’m so glad to have you back in my life. In my arms. In my heart.”

She nuzzled her face into his toned chest. “I love you, too, Dylan. I always have.”

He kissed her on the head and she felt snooziness drag her towards an afternoon nap – feeling content and secure. She knew the road ahead was going to be bumpy – there was still the huge matter of Natalia and the Russians. But somehow – now that she had her one true love back in her life – there was an inner-strength and a renewed sense of hope. And, really, that was all she needed.