The Stubborn Suitor, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) (7 page)

“Your ass looks so pretty with my hand marks,” he crooned, his voice thick with his own desire.

After a few more minutes of massage, one hand began to slide lower, slipping between her legs, and Drew slid three fingers in and out of her aching core. By the time that he started to use his thumb to circle her clit, Cami was a crying, writhing mess.

“Please,” she sobbed.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Drew asked, using his other hand to stroke her hair as he continued to play with her pussy.

“Fuck me,” Cami pleaded, though it came out as barely a whisper, her voice growing hoarse with need.

Drew smiled and stood up, bending to pull a condom out of his pants pocket. Like last time, he wrapped his hand around himself and gave his shaft a few slow jerks before pushing the sheath on his swollen member.

Cami turned back away from him, burying her head in the comforter as she lifted her hips again in invitation. She felt strong hands grip her sore buttocks, pulling her towards him. One of those hands moved to her hip as he used the other to line up his cock, rubbing against her clit a few times before pushing it into her burning body.

They cried out in unison as he filled her completely, thrusting himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. The delicious feeling of Drew’s cock, stretching Cami open and filling her up, had her keening and pressing back against him almost instantaneously. Bringing his other hand up so that they were both gripping her hips so tight they would leave bruises, Drew began to pound into her hard and fast. He set a punishing pace, driving into her without mercy. Cami was helpless to do anything but cry out as she pushed herself back onto his cock. She was so overcome with need that she could barely think.

Through the cloudy haze of desire, Cami felt one of Drew’s hands leave her hip and move down between her legs to circle around to her clit. He began moving his fingers with the same vigor with which he was fucking her, causing pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

It didn’t take much longer for Cami to completely lose control. A few more harsh thrusts, and Cami was overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure that pushed everything else out of her mind.

When she finally came back to her body, Drew’s own movements had become erratic. Then, with a loud cry, he stilled above her. Cami could feel his cock pulsing as he spilled himself deep within her.

In that moment, Cami regretted the latex between them. She wished that she could feel his seed deep inside her. That was Cami’s last coherent thought before she collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

C
ami slowly blinked awake
, rolling onto her back and cringing at the sting of her bottom as it rubbed against the cool sheets. The sensation brought a smile to her face as she remembered the night before, and the vigorous spanking she’d received. In fact, she didn’t even remember crawling between the sheets. Drew must have tucked her in after she’d fallen asleep.

He had really proven himself last night. He’d shown up like a knight out of a fairy tale and whisked her off her feet with her favorite food, wine, and flowers before pulling her into the bedroom for some very kinky—and not to mention steamy—sex.

At the thought of dinner, however, her stomach began to growl. They’d left their dinner half-eaten on the kitchen table last night, too caught up in each other. Now, however, she was regretting it.

Perhaps she’d make Drew take her to brunch today. It was Sunday, after all. Surely he was free. He’d just gotten back from a business trip that had lasted almost two weeks. He deserved a little R&R. Perhaps afterwards, they could come back here for another roll in the hay.

Drew was no longer in bed, but his side of the sheets was still warm. Cami climbed out of bed and set out to find him, not even bothering to put on clothes. Perhaps she could talk Drew into coming back to bed for round two
before
they went to brunch.

In the kitchen, Cami was surprised to find the table completely cleaned off, all the food from last night disposed of and the dishes washed and put away. Something deep inside of her stomach began to curl into a knot, however, when she noticed the note in the middle of the kitchen table.

Cami grimaced. It was
always
something with him. He seemed so sincere and into her in the moments that they were together, but he was always dashing off as soon as those moments ended. He was so unreliable.

She hated feeling like she wasn’t his priority. Helping his sister out of a horrible situation was totally understandable…but what about the other times? He’d never spent the night at her house and actually been there the following morning to eat breakfast with her. There was always something more important to do—somewhere else he needed to be. And it wasn’t like the last few times had been week-days, either. They’d been Sundays, and yet Drew had still run off at the crack of dawn.

Cami started thinking back over all of his excuses. She knew that he was telling the truth about his sister—she’d seen it with her own eyes. But what about the other times? A business breakfast, a business trip, now something had simply come up, dragging him away from her. The knot in her stomach became even tenser as a new idea began to work its way into her mind.

What if Drew wasn’t as sincere as he seemed? What if he had been lying to Cami the entire time? For all she knew, he could be in a relationship with another woman—that tall, skinny model from the beach, perhaps. Cami could be
the other woman.

After having had her husband cheat on her, that thought made Cami sick to her stomach. Now that she thought about it, though, it made perfect sense. The erratic behavior, the change in personality around certain people, constantly dashing of for vague reasons.

Cami sat at the table for a long time, staring off into space, until she heard her phone ring in the other room. It was Maggie’s ringtone, and she still felt indebted to Maggie for the night before, even if Drew turned out to be a cheating asshole.

“Hey,” she said once she’d answered the call.

“Hey, girl. You and your beau want to roll your sorry behinds out of bed long enough to join my brother and me for brunch?” Maggie chirped.

She was entirely too perky, which was surprising for Maggie. Perhaps her date had gone extremely well.

“I don’t have a beau,” was all that Cami said in response.

“Oh…” Maggie replied. “I thought…Drew called me last night. Did he not show up?”

“Oh he showed up, all romance and hot kinky sex. Then he crept out in the night, or the early hours of the morning. Who knows? He only left a vague note about something coming up.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Maggie replied, her voice soothing. “Come join us for brunch and we can talk about it. Grant and Declan will be there. They know Drew well… Maybe they’ll be able to shine some light on the situation.”

Cami agreed to meet them at a local café in half an hour, so she jumped in the shower to wash all of the funk from the night before off. She felt halfway decent by the time she joined the already-sitting group at the table. Once they’d ordered and had steaming cups of coffee between them, Maggie turned towards Cami.

“Spill,” she demanded.

Cami eyed Grant and Declan wearily.

“Oh they won’t care. And I’ll make sure nothing you say here will get back to Drew. They can probably help. So, spill.”

“There’s nothing really left to say. He showed up late last night with a bottle of my favorite wine, a bouquet of my favorite flowers, and takeout from my favorite restaurant. I hear that I have you to thank for that, by the way—so, thank you! And it was amazing. And he told me all about how he’d played the knight in shining armor to his distressed sister. He wined me and wooed me until I willingly allowed him to pull me into bed.”

“Don’t act like it takes all that much wooing before you allow him to take you to bed,” Maggie said with a smirk.

“Shut up,” Cami said with a blush as the two men at the table chuckled. But she couldn’t really deny that either, so she just chose to move on with the story. “So…then I woke up alone. There was a hastily scribbled note on the table vaguely stating that something came up.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Declan volunteered. “At least he left a note, right?”

“That’s better than you do, right, Declan?” Maggie joked, punching him playfully.

Cami couldn’t help but notice that Maggie’s hand didn’t leave Declan’s arm even after her punch had landed. She continued to touch him as she smiled at him brightly. Cami was a little thrown off…

This was definitely Maggie’s flirting behavior, yet it was Declan. He was practically her brother. Not to mention that he flirted with pretty much anything with boobs. Shaking her head, Cami tried to veer her obviously over-reacting mind back to the conversation at hand.

“It wouldn’t be that bad if it were the first time it had happened,” Cami replied dejectedly. “I mean…it was the first time he left a note. The first time we actually slept together, I woke up alone with no note or anything.”

Both men at the table grimaced and Maggie nodded knowingly. She’d already heard that story…more than once.

“We’ve slept together three times,” Cami said, deciding not to have any shame or hold anything back from these guys if it would help her get to the bottom of what was going on with Drew. “And all three times, I’ve woken up alone. The second time he had the decency to wake me up and say goodbye. He told me he would be going on a short business trip and would call me soon.”

“That doesn’t sound bad,” Grant offered.

“I didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks,” Cami replied with obvious frustration in her voice.

“Oh…” Grant said, looking a little disappointed to hear that. “Listen… I know Drew is going through some things right now, but he’s a really great guy.”

“I know he’s a great guy…when he wants to be. He can be so sweet and caring—like he’s really into me. Then he’ll disappear for a week or two. He’s completely inconsistent. Even at the beach house he was like that. One minute, he’d be totally into me, the next minute ignoring me while some stuck up model clung to his arm and he laughed at really snobbish jokes. His behavior is so erratic, I’ve come to the conclusion that he’s cheating on me. Or…not cheating on me. I don’t even think we’re in an exclusive relationship. But I think he’s cheating on someone else
with
me. I’m the other woman.”

“Cami, calm down!” Maggie said, leaning over to place a soothing hand on Cami’s shoulder. It was only then that Cami realized that she was hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry,” she said to the others. “I’m just under a lot of stress right now, with the custody battle. I’m a little more sensitive than usual. I know I’m over-reacting.”

Maggie opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a server with a large tray, which carried heaping plates of pancakes, waffles, and omelets. For a while, conversation died down, and the group ate quietly.

Throughout the meal, Cami kept an eye on Maggie and Declan, who were constantly stealing food off each other’s plates and pushing one another playfully. It was like Maggie was looking for any opportunity to touch Declan. And Declan seemed to be reciprocating—not that it was surprising, the guy had always flirted with anything that moved.

But Maggie had never shown any interest in the man before, other than fraternal affection. Cami couldn’t help but remember Maggie’s secret date from the night before. Could it have been with Declan? Or had her date gone so poorly that she was searching for some validation? That seemed more likely, in Cami’s opinion. She shook her head and decided to let it go. It was probably nothing, after all, and Grant didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Listen, Cami,” Grant began after a while, “Drew is my best friend…no offense, Declan.”

“None taken,” Declan replied before turning back towards Maggie, with whom he was arm-wrestling for the last sausage. “You guys have known each other much longer.”

“Yes. Yes, that’s true,” Grant said. “Anyway,” he continued, turning back towards Cami, “I’ve known Drew for over a decade. We’ve been through a lot together. He’s like a brother to me. What I’m trying to say is, Drew isn’t the type to cheat.”

“No,” Declan agreed. “Not at all.” He turned back towards her to resume their wrestling match.

Grant just rolled his eyes and continued talking. “I know he isn’t seeing anyone else. In fact…and I probably shouldn’t tell you this—don’t let him know I’ve told you or he’ll kill me—but you’re the first person he’d slept with since his divorce.”

“What?” Cami asked skeptically. He’d said she was the first person he’d dated since his divorce, but with the women throwing themselves at him, she found it hard to believe that he hadn’t had a fling or two. “There is no way that’s true.”

“It’s totally true,” Declan confirmed. “The man has the self-control of a…I don’t know. Something that has a lot of self-control.”

“Good one, Declan,” Maggie chimed in, laughing.

Declan laughed too for a moment, then turned towards Cami seriously. “All joking aside,” he said, “Drew really is a great guy. And he would never cheat.”

“And he really likes you,” Grant added. “He’s got a lot going on at the moment—things pulling him in opposite directions. He can’t really be himself right now. But he likes you, and once he deals with some of this stuff, which I believe will be quite soon, I know he’ll be an ideal boyfriend.”

“I don’t understand,” Cami said. “What do you mean that he can’t really be himself right now? Why not? What kind of stuff does he need to deal with? Because from the vague way you’re talking, it does sound like he’s in a relationship that he’s trying to get out of, which would mean that he is cheating on someone with me.”

“No! It’s not that, I promise,” Declan said. “He’s—” Before Declan could finish his sentence, Grant had placed his hand on his shoulder and was shaking his head. Declan shut his mouth and nodded in understanding.

“Look,” Grant said, “we can’t really talk about what Drew’s up to right now. It’s his private business, and he’ll tell you when he’s ready. However, I can promise you that it’s nothing shady. He’s not in any kind of relationship—other than the one he has with you—and he’s doing absolutely nothing illegal. I know that it sounds bad, but I promise you, it’s not. You just have to trust me.”

Cami nodded. She did trust Grant. She knew he would never purposefully lead her into something harmful. But what if he didn’t know Drew as well as he thought he did? And even if Drew wasn’t doing anything shady, Cami was obviously not very high on his priority list. He seemed to genuinely care about her when he was with her—but not enough to stick around afterwards.

Cami decided to let the topic of Drew drop and went back to eating her breakfast in quiet. The rest of the brunch passed smoothly, with continued bickering and flirting between Maggie and Declan keeping Grant and Cami entertained.

When they got up to leave, Grant walked beside Cami.

“I know I’ve already said a lot, but I just want to reiterate that Drew is a great guy. And I know for a fact that he is head-over-heels for you. He’s going through some stuff, but it’s almost through. If you can stick it out for just a little bit longer, it will be worth it. I promise.”

Cami nodded, though she didn’t know whether or not she was agreeing with him. She just wasn’t sure anymore.