Submitting to the Billionaire(49)

"Thanks," I raise my glass to her, and her eyes dance down my body,  lingering here and there, and ending up at crotch. Not hard to tell what  she's thinking.

"Uh, look, I never do this," she whispers, leaning up against the bar  and raising her eyebrows. "But do you want to come back to my place?  I've got plenty to drink, and … "

She lets her sentence trail off, leaving the obvious unsaid. I stare at  her for a second, waiting for that stirring between my legs at the  thought of hooking up with her. She looks like a girl who knows how to  give good head, and I was left high and dry, and I'm carrying a full  load, but I don't feel anything. Dammit, really? Has Reese had that much  of an effect on me?

I need a release, but I don't want her. I want Reese …  and her damn freshly shaven, eager pussy.         

     



 

"Sorry Princess, I have other plans tonight, but if you're around another time … "

She flushes, and steps away, muttering something. I've offended her, but  I'm just not into her. My head and my dick are somewhere else. I turn  back to my beer, angry with myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? A  hot woman offers herself straight up to me, and I don't take advantage  of it because of …  wait for it …  I'm hung up on a scam artist that I  haven't even so much as slid my thick cock into her sweet hole.

Maybe that's the problem.

Maybe that's how I get her out of my system. What if the tease is  actually a crumb and I'm supposed to follow the trail? She's certainly  pointed me in the right direction with the torn off hotel notepad and  all.

I know where the hotel is. I could go there. Yeah, it'll be a bit  intense, a lot desperate, but what the fuck. If she's feeling even half  of what I am, she must want to finish what we started. What's the worst  she can do? Tell me to fuck off? I can take being brutally shot down. I  need to find her and know either way.

I down my beer, pay my tab along with a generous tip and get to my feet.  Making my way back onto the street, I flag down a cab and slip into the  back seat.

"The Regatta, please."

"It's an hour's ride," he says, turning back to look me in the eye.

"I know."

"Okay," he says, turning on the meter.

I sit in the darkness and marvel at what the fuck I'm doing. I have no  idea what I find so tantalizing about this girl. I know nothing about  her beyond her name, and how good she looks naked. But something about  her eyes, the way they burned into mine, or the way her mouth made me  dream of sliding my dick into it. Or even the sound of her voice, a  little whispery, as if everything she says is a big secret.

It is still bouncing around inside my head and it isn't going to stop  until I figure out what her deal is. Or at least, until I get rid of  this damn hard-on.

"Could you wait for me?" I ask the driver when we arrive at the hotel. "I'll pay extra."

"How long do you think you'll be?" he asks suspiciously, and I shrug, fighting to keep a cocky grin off my face.

"Not long," I promise, even though I hope she'll be sucking me off for a  long, long time. He nods curtly, and I head into the lobby of the  hotel.

"Pay me what you owe me first," he says.

I pay him and approach reception. I lean up against the polished wood  and look around. They've prettied the place up some since the last time I  was here. Even the switchboard is fancier. A pretty receptionist comes  out of a door and comes up to me. She gives me a dazzling smile.

"Can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for Reese? She left her bag at my place, I wanted to drop it off."

She cocks an eyebrow at me. "Where's the bag?"

"In my pants."

She rolls her eyes, goes to the computer, and taps at a few keys. Then  she turns back to me and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, looks like she  checked out about an hour ago, but if you like, you can leave your name,  in case she calls looking for her …  handbag?"

"No, it's fine," I say and I can't even pretend that I don't give a  shit. I feel like I've been shot in the heart. "Thanks anyway."

I make my way back outside and get into the cab.

"She wouldn't put out, huh?" the driver comments heartlessly.





Chapter Four





Reese





I return to the hotel in a daze and start packing up my stuff. I'm  supposed to stay another couple of days and take in some sights, but all  I want to do is run back home. Like a zombie, I check out of the hotel,  and take a taxi to the airport. In the plane, I attempt to sleep, but  it feels as though something has shifted deep inside of me.

Even when I get back to my hometown and start the long, familiar drive  back to my parents' house, I can't stop thinking about my shameless  behavior while I was out of town. I squirm against the leather seat of  the car as I remember my behavior in the locker room. I still can't  believe I did that. Who'd have thought I could be such a brazen hussy?

No one held a gun to my head. I could have just walked away. Instead, I did every dirty thing he told me to.

After all these years of waiting for that special guy to punch my  V-card, I feel more than a little stupid to realize just how much I  enjoyed mindless lust with a guy who is indisputably an asshole, and how  badly I still want to go all the way with him.

To think I rubbed myself on his hard-on!

That's basically half a step away from truly hooking up. Heck, if I'd  stayed there for one second longer, I wouldn't have been able to  restrain myself. I would have let him take my virginity right there and  then in a men's locker room! Thank God, some sense of self-preservation  kicked in and I fled before I could completely humiliate myself.         

     



 

I'm completely clueless, I mean, I've made out with boys before, and  I've listened to my girlfriends going on about the stuff they've done  with their boyfriends, but I've never felt this kind of desire for  anyone before.

His cock felt good against my pussy and made me wonder how it would feel  buried deep inside of me. I wanted to be on my knees with his cock in  my mouth. I wanted to see his face when he came. I wanted to do  everything with him. Even thinking about it now is turning me on.

Maybe I've been overthinking it this whole time. Instead of waiting for  that one special guy I should settle for someone who turns me on beyond  all belief? Maybe, I should have just let Drake push me down on his  cock. Just get it over with.

I force myself to stop obsessing about sex, and Drake, and sex with  Drake, and turn my thoughts instead to whether Drake will come to see my  stepmom. I really hope he fulfills his end of the bargain and calls  her. After he speaks to her and hears just how weak and frail she is I  pray that either his kindness, or his curiosity gets the better of him,  and he comes out to see her.

My heart starts to ache when I think about my stepmom.

When I was three years old my biological mother ran away with another  man. A year later Dad met Morgan and married her, but that same year Dad  had to have an operation which also meant he couldn't have any more  kids. So, Morgan poured all her love into me. I can, hand on heart, say,  no biological mother could have cared for their child with more  dedication and love than Morgan did.

I adore her with every fiber of my being, fiercely and endlessly. I will  do anything I can to make any wish she has come true before she leaves  this earth, but she has never asked me for anything. She smiles bravely  and never complains.

The only time I have ever seen her cry is when she was telling me how  much she would love to see her son again. She wanted to explain  everything so he would not think that she just gave him away. She wanted  him to know that she never forgot him or stopped crying for him. Even  though it is not her fault, deep down inside, she has carried the guilty  feeling that she failed him as a mother.

The real problem is Drake didn't even seem to know he was adopted. He  was shocked when I told him, then very skeptical about the whole thing.  As if I'd made it all up. Obviously, his parents never told him he was  adopted.

I pull up to the house and take a deep breath. Okay, Reese, put  everything that's happened while you were away out of your head. That  was just a temporary madness. This is real life.

Morgan can usually see through me no matter how clever I think I'm  being, and if she even got a tiny hint of what I've done to get Drake to  take our address, she'll never forgive herself for putting me in such a  position. So, I carefully arrange my face into a neutral expression  before I get out of the car and head to the front door. To my surprise,  my Dad pulls the door open before I can even get my key into it.

"Reese!" he exclaims, stepping aside so I can enter the house. "I thought you were going to be another two days?"

"I missed you too much, Dad." I spread my hands in a dramatic gesture,  and he rolls his eyes at me playfully. Then, he nods towards the living  room, "Morgan's in there," He grins, excitement flashing in his eyes.  "And she's got some amazing news."