Banking the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys, #2)(56)

Bob caught up to Maureen just as she shuffled over to the group.

"Good job on the one-dollar beers, Maur," Bob said, lifting his cup in salute.

"Are you already drinking?" Maureen asked, aghast. "I still have things for you to do."

"Relax. I'll do them. But you can't get a one-dollar beer anywhere anymore!"

"I know a place," I put in, and Kline shook his head. Probably at the image of Bob and me out on the town together.

Bob wasn't deterred, pointing to me with pizazz. "You're on."

"Bob, please," Maureen said. "Can you keep your eyes on the prize?"

"Uncle Thatch!" I heard the scream just as a little body ran into the  backs of my legs. Handing the leash to Cass, I turned and picked up my  favorite girl. I had a favorite woman now too.

"Hey, hey, Princess Mila. Where are your mom and dad?" I asked just as  Frankie and Claire came into view. She pointed anyway. The crowd was  thick, and they didn't have the same ability to run through people's  legs.

"She took off as soon as she saw you," Claire huffed, out of breath, as they made it to us.

I smiled and looked at Mila. "You ready to do your slide thing, girlfriend?"

"I'm not your girlfriend," she laughed. "Aunt Cassie is!"

"Who's this?" Bob interjected.

"I'm Mila," she said in answer. "I'm six years old, and those are my  parents." She pointed at Claire and Frankie. "I used to think I was  gonna be a school crossemguard, but now I want to take pictures like my  Aunt Cassie."

"She better wait a few years to take pictures like you," I whispered  into Cassie's ear, picturing the half-naked men, and she smirked.

"Welp," Dick muttered. People had started to go down the slide in the background. "Just saw a nipple."

I bugged out my eyes as Mila asked, "What's a mipple?"

"A-" Savannah only got out one word before Georgia shrieked in panic. "Mom! No!"

"I got this," Claire said as she stepped in and pulled Mila from my arms. Thank fuck.

Meanwhile, satisfied that her mom wasn't going to corrupt any more  youth, Georgia had gotten a good look at the nipple offender. "Is that  fucking Leslie?"

"Good thing Mila's gone," Cassie muttered in an aside. I looked back to  see Claire and Frankie taking her for a closeup view of the slide. She  dipped her little fingers into the water and pulled them out to see them  glow.

"What's Leslie doing here?" Georgia went on.

"I had to invite her," Kline defended cautiously. "I invited the whole office."

His wife scoffed. "Ugh. Why does it have to be Leslie? How is it even possible you haven't fired her yet?"

Kline shrugged.

Her eyes narrowed, and she started quizzing him. "Where's Meryl?"

Kline kept his calm like he always did, assuring her in a very  diplomatic tone that he was in no way paying favoritism to Leslie of all  people. "Meryl said very explicitly that I'd see her here, and I quote,  over her dead body."         

     



 

All of our heads swung back and forth with their verbal volley.

Dean popped up out of nowhere. "Did you guys just see that? The witch is officially wet. I'm hoping her skanky tits will melt."

"Maybe you shouldn't go down the slide," I told Cass. She laughed and  fluffed her tits higher with a squeeze of her arms for me. I groaned,  bit my lip, and when my dick jerked in my shorts, I forced my eyes to  safer locations.

"Dean," I greeted.

"Hey, Mr. Man. Goodness, you are a tall drink of water. You wanna be my slide buddy?"

"Back off, Dean," Cassie threatened teasingly.

"Shoot." He turned to Kline. "How about you, BDB? You need somebody to grease your Slip'N Slide?"

"Dean!" Georgia yelled through a laugh. "He's still your boss."

Maureen had already flitted off to deal with something, but that was the last straw for Bob and Dick.

"I think we better go do that thing, Dick."

"Good idea, Bob. You coming, Vanna?"

"Sure thing," she muttered as she winked at Dean and spoke to him directly. "We'll chat more later, sweetcheeks."

"Kisses," Dean agreed in dismissal.

I smiled and looked around us aimlessly, only to spot someone I knew. "Hey, it's Clinton."

"Clinton?" Dean asked.

"Thatch's little brother," Kline explained with a laugh.

"There's a little mini-me version of you?" Dean asked with interest.

I turned to get Clint's attention, but I heard Georgia explaining in the  background. "Down, boy. It's the Big Brothers Big Sisters program with  the city. Cassie set it up for him."

"Clint!" I called loudly to get his attention. He turned on a dime, eyes  scanning the crowd. I was easier to find since I towered above almost  everyone.

He waved as if to say, "Oh, hey, Thatch." I wasn't really sure if it was  out of obligation or excitement. I wasn't exactly used to being forced  on someone by an organization. Forced on people by myself, sure.

"I'm glad you came out," I told him as I got to him. "Looks like you've  already made a trip down." His skin and big white T-shirt glowed with  the fluorescent water, neon green, yellow, and orange tingeing every  exposed surface.

He looked down at himself and laughed. "Yeah."

Cassie had set this up as one of her many jokes, but I had to admit I  was having a blast. Helping Clint and mentoring him was one of the best  things I'd ever done. I didn't know if I was the best fucking example,  but I was trying.

"How'd that math test go?"

"All right, I guess."

"Just all right?"

He shrugged.

"Let me know when you want to get together, and we'll go over everything again."

"You don't gotta do that," he said. "You already taught it to me once."

"I know I don't have to," I replied. "But I want to."

His face seemed blank, but I knew he was actively thinking it over.

"You here with your friends?" I asked.

"Yep."

They stood behind him, watching us with interest. I stuck out my fist for a pound. "Okay, man. I'll let you get back to it."

He nodded and turned to leave, but after a brief pause, turned back. "Thanks, Thatch."

I smiled wide enough that I knew my teeth had to be glowing like Ross's  in that "The One with Ross's Teeth" episode of Friends. "Yeah, man. No  problem. See you soon."

This time, I turned to go so he wouldn't have to. Cassie stood watching  me while Phil tangled the leash around her legs. She shook her head and  winked when I blew her a kiss.

"Where's Will? I need more man meat," Dean pouted as I returned to the group and wrapped an arm around Cass's shoulder.

"He's working," Georgia said with a frown.

"Oh!" Cassie said as though she'd just remembered. "What about Winnie? Did anyone invite her?"

Georgia nodded. "I did. She couldn't get a sitter."

From what Cassie had told me, Winnie seemed like another ballbuster of a woman. I was really looking forward to meeting her.

Always late to the party, Wes walked up right then. "Who couldn't get a sitter?"

"Winnie," Cassie told him. "You'd really like her, actually. She works with Will."

Wes waved it off. "Last thing I need is a woman with a kid."

Kline and I cringed in sympathy.

"That's fucking awful," Cassie snapped.

"Oh no, he didn't," Dean whispered dramatically.         

     



 

"Seriously. Forget that, then. She deserves better than you," Cassie  scoffed, and Wes just shook his head, looking to the men, but not a  single one of us was willing to go down with his ship.

Sorry, dude.

I had a woman to think about now.

One I very much hoped would reward me for my loyalty tonight.

Her eyes said she would.

Wild for wild, prank for prank.

As soon as I found someone to watch my goddamn pig, I was going to take that woman for a ride.




We looked radioactive as we tumbled through the door to our apartment  that night. Cassie was wrapped around me like a glove, and I didn't have  any desire to come up for air.

I didn't care if the apartment looked like a goddamn pride parade under a black light.

Phil barely made it through the opening before I shoved it shut with the weight of Cassie's perfect body.

"God," she moaned as I ate my way down the line of her throat with my teeth.

"No, baby. Thatch."

Her fingers shot out and pinched my nipple ring with a rough tug.  Thankfully, the state of my dick was too important to her right now.

Redistribution of blood flow made the move even more painful. When she  licked the seam of my lips, it transitioned straight to pleasure.

I hiked her higher on the door and put my face directly between her  tits. Her hands worked to loosen the waistband of my jersey shorts,  pulling them and my boxer briefs free of my fully erect dick in one  motion. I shoved it against her as soon as it was free, trapping her  hand between us.

"You wet for me, baby?"