Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“Well, Rick and Kayla are staying at his house tonight. She called to check on us.”

“I hoped you told her that we’re fine.” I took the drink back to the sofa and lay back as she lowered herself into the chair nearest the window. Her silhouette was all I could see, but now and then the lightning lit her features.

She turned, and the lightning revealed a hard glare. “I didn’t tell her what happened, but are we fine?”

“I’m sure we will be. You’ll go back to your life soon and so will I, and then we can pretend we never met if you like.” I thought about how I’d tried to knock her up, and hoped that I hadn’t succeeded. As much as I wanted it to be her, that I knew she’d be perfect, she didn’t want me. That realization hit me harder than I’d expected.

She opened her mouth to say something but a loud crack of thunder and a crash from outside made her jump. She moved away from the window and came to stand near me as I rose from the couch.

She absently grabbed my arm. “What was that?”

“I think the wind knocked over one of my planters. I’ll go check it out.” I started for the big French doors in my dining room where I could access my patio, but she held me so tight I couldn’t move without taking her with me.

“Don’t go.” She was shaking like a leaf, and her eyes were pleading.

“I’ll be fine.” I pulled away and went to the door where I could already see that there was a branch that had busted a large planter on my patio, but when I opened the door, I realized that a tree had blown down entirely. Thankfully it hadn’t hit the house, but it was a tree my mother had planted.

“Are you going out there?” I felt another tug on my arm, and I pulled away.

“You don’t have to act concerned, Bella, but no, a tree fell, I’ll hardly be able to do anything with it.”

“I am concerned. Aren’t we in tornado country? Are we going to be safe?” Lightning lit the room, and the thunder crackled causing her to stand closer.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close. “There’s a root cellar from when this house was built; it’s in a small room off the kitchen. If things get ugly, we’ll go down there. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” she suddenly said.

I looked into her eyes, and saw that she meant it. “I’m sorry too, but only for not minding my own business. I meant what I said, Bella. I’d never treat you that way.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN - BELLA

I guess I’d gone and done it. I’d proven to Reed, however slightly, that I did care about him. I didn’t want him to go out into the storm and get knocked in the head by something blowing around or struck by lightning. It had somehow led me back in his arms, and though it was better than arguing, it hadn’t been my intention.

We took a little time to go into the kitchen and find some food, opting to leave the fridge shut not knowing how long the power would be out. After we’d split a small jar of chunky peanut butter and three sleeves of crackers, and shared more information about our lives than necessary, I headed up to my room. Reed stayed behind to make sure the house was locked up since his security system was down.

I pulled back the covers of the huge four-post bed and snuggled down against my pillow hoping the storm would be gone by morning.

I lay there thinking about Reed and how he’d told off Gavin, and while I hated that he’d made Gavin think I had cheated, it was nice to have someone stick up for me. Gavin had never done that. My lids were getting heavy when I heard a knock at the door.

Reed opened the door wide enough to stick his head in. “Bella? Are you asleep?” His voice was so soft that if I had been sleeping, he wouldn’t have woken me up.

I lifted my head. “Is everything okay?” I sat up wondering if he was going to suggest going down into the cellar, but instead, he came in and sat at the foot of my bed.

“It’s fine. I wanted to see if you’d like some company.”

The very words from his mouth, the suggestion, and knowing that when he said company, he didn’t mean company, sent a delightful ache to my core. It was almost embarrassing how much he affected me.

“Sure. Would you like to stay in here?” I thought he might prefer his bed, but as I asked he was already crawling his way across mine wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. He pulled back the covers and settled down beside me, tucking me beneath his arm. I faced him, hitching one leg across his hip and feeling the hard cock that rested against his tight tummy. It was too easy to reach over and stroke him, and even though I wasn’t sure I should be instigating sex after what had happened between us over the past six hours, I couldn’t help myself.

He rocked his hips forward as I ran my hand up his length and then his head turned and instinctively I found his mouth. He pulled me across him, his thick cock pressing hard into my center.

I had put on an oversized sleep T-shirt and my favorite lace panties, which were now wet as we ground against one another.

I sat up and straddled him, and he hooked his arms up under my ass and pulled me forward. I let him guide me as I felt him slip down and soon I was straddling his face, and he was working his mouth against my damp lace, sucking the wet spot that had been there. His finger came up and pulled the side of my panties over, and he dragged his tongue between my folds and slipped it inside me.

I moaned as I threw my head back and pinched my tight nipples. I was going to come all over his face. He slid one finger deep in my slit, and he pushed another against my little star. The pressure made me want him inside me so badly that I moaned and my release built up in my core. As his finger slipped inside my ass, pushing past my tight rim, I came. He gripped my waist and pulled me down hard on his mouth, moaning as he slurped my pussy, which quaked and dripped.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against me, and then he lifted me up and put me on my back. He buried his face back in against me and then worked two fingers into my pussy. He pumped his arm, his fingers sliding in and out, stroking my walls and grazing against my G-spot. The waves of pleasure didn’t stop with that orgasm, and soon another was making me scream out.