Banking the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys 2)

“Anyone need a beer?” Ronnie asked, pulling Thatch’s attention from my tits to across the table.

“You buyin’ the next round, Ronnie?” Vin questioned.

“No, he’s not,” Thatch interjected. Memo received. He lifted me out of his lap and placed my ass back in my seat, but not before giving the cheek of it a healthy, meaningful squeeze. His hands would be spending time there later. “I’ve got the drinks for the night, guys.” He stood and motioned for the waitress, handing off his credit card with instructions to put all of the drinks for the table on his tab.

“Hell yeah! Thanks, man!” Brian held up his bottle as Thatch sat back down beside me.

“You know,” Vin chimed in, “he kind of owes us for driving his girl around all day.”

Thatch chuckled, but he knew better than to say anything. He had visions of my pussy in his eyes, and there wasn’t any form of male camaraderie that’d make sacrificing worth it. My face scrunched up in annoyance, and my even looser than normal lips flew.

“Hey now, dickhead! Pretty sure I’m the one in control of your calendar photos, and I haven’t edited them yet. Things can end up looking a lot smaller. Microscopic, even.”

Ronnie laughed. “Yeah, but Vin has a point, Cass.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a handful,” Bruce added. “I guarantee the city will be sending us a complaint from the old woman you told to move the fuck along and mind her own business.”

“She was just standing there, in the middle of the sidewalk,” I argued. “She was in your way.”

“She wasn’t standing there, sweetheart,” Ronnie corrected. “She was just moving very slowly.”

Vin laughed. “Yeah, she had a walker. Give the woman a break.”

“Whatever.” I scoffed. “That’s the last time I try to help you guys out.”

They all agreed enthusiastically to my permanent hiatus, and Thatch laughed.

“That will definitely be the last time you’ll ever be allowed on a fire truck,” Brian agreed with a smirk.

“I don’t know why you’re acting all high and mighty,” I retorted. “You’re the one who asked me to slide down your pole about fifteen minutes after I met you.”

Brian choked on his beer, and both of his hands went up in the air like he was being held at gunpoint. “In my defense,” he responded, meeting Thatch’s curious yet markedly less easygoing stare. “That was before I knew she was engaged and that said fiancé had arms bigger than my head.”

The guys chuckled around us.

“And she kneed me in the dick the second the words came out of my mouth,” Brian added. “I’m honestly not sure if I should be more scared of you or of her.”

“Probably her.” Thatch smirked and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side.

For the next two hours, we hung out with the FDNY crew, laughing, drinking, and just shooting the shit. By the end of the night, the guys were asking Thatch to join their basketball league and meet them every Friday night for darts at Maloney’s.

Fucking charmer. It didn’t matter if was men or women, I swear, he held some kind of conversational gene that automatically made people want to either fuck him, be friends with him, or both.

After I finished off my fifth beer of the night, I hopped back into Thatch’s lap with my cell phone in my hand. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Big Dick is hip to our game.”

I held my phone up so Thatch could see my most recent text conversation with Kline.

Me: Earn fifty free fuel points at Shell by texting “I HAVE GAS!” to this number.

Kline: UNSUBSCRIBE

Me: Error. Could not process your message. Please text ‘1234567891011121314151617’ so that our IT department can assist you with your request.

Kline: Oh, hey, Cassie.

Kline: And Thatch.

Kline: Game over, assholes.

Me: But what if the next subscription is for porn, Big Dick?

Kline: STOP TEXTING ME, CASSIE. And tell Thatch to stop searching for disfigured dicks on the internet.

Thatch laughed, and I nuzzled my face into his neck, letting the rumble run all the way through me.

“Tired?” he asked. He ran his fingers up and down my back in soft, smooth movements.

“No.” I shook my head. “Just horny.”

He chuckled. “What am I going to do with you, Crazy?”

I leaned back and met his amused gaze. “Take me home and fuck me?”

Thatch tapped the table with his hand and stood while still holding me in his arms. “We’re calling it a night.” His strong arms maneuvered my body around so that he was giving me a piggyback ride.

The guys groaned their disapproval.

“Oh, get over yourselves,” I teased. “He’s taking me home so I can ride his pole.”

Thatch laughed and walked around the table to shake each of their hands. “I’ll keep my tab open for you guys. Feel free to close the place down.”

They hooted and hollered and made all the sounds of a good time, but I’d never wanted to hang around less.

We said our good-byes, and Thatch carried me out of the bar with his hands gripping my thighs and long legs eating up the pavement in relaxed strides.

“Next stop, Thatch’s Supercock!” I shouted into the night air.

“And no sleeping until we both come, honey.”

Thoughts of the night before consumed my sleep. I dreamed about Cassie riding my cock and the feel of her tongue in my mouth and the tug of her teeth on my nipple ring. I’d never considered piercing my cock, but the things she did with the one in my nipple made me come scarily close to actually considering it.

My lips tipped up at the phantom feel of her mouth on me. God, I loved dreams like this.

I could lay here and sleep forever if Dream Cassie kept this up.

Her tongue circled the tip as she took me all the way inside her mouth and I groaned.

That’s it, baby.

She started to giggle, and I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but I liked it. It made me harder, if anything.

Oh, yeah. I’m close.

She tightened her lips and increased the suction.

Oh, fuck yes.

Her hand moved up and down on the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth, letting all the lubrication from her mouth drip down to ease the motion.

Faster.

Oh man, she was so good at following orders in my dreams.

Fuck yeah, touch my balls.

Her mouth left my cock, and I felt like crying.

“Okay, baby.”

My eyes shot open. Cassie’s knees grazed the inside of my legs, and her heels met her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried in excitement at the sight of a very real Cassie kneeling between my legs and running her hand up my thigh until it met my balls.

Apparently, I hadn’t been dreaming at all.

Her mouth closed around me again, her eyes peeking up to meet mine, and I came right then.

Something about the mix of the surprise, her mouth, and the weight of her unabashed eyes on mine made it impossible to hold back. No doubt I sprayed the back of her throat with the strength of my orgasm, but she just swallowed, making her neck bob explicitly.

Phil snorted at the foot of the bed. Cassie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed down to the end to get him. All while I lay there trying to come back into my right mind. Good God, I was lost in her. In the way she surprised me constantly and never held back. She wasn’t embarrassed to be bold, and it made me want to foster it—to constantly create an environment where she never felt the need to be anything but herself.

As soon as Phil was up on the bed, he scrambled forward, and I threw the top sheet over my slowly softening dick. “I’m glad you didn’t see that, buddy.”

Cassie smirked, and I rubbed at Phil’s head, still a whole lot in shock.

“What’s going on?”

“I just dominated that blow job.”

“You did, honey,” I agreed on a grin. “But what did I do to earn it?”

“Nothing yet. It’s what you’re going to do.”

I shook my head and smiled. “And what would that be?”

“We’re going camping.”

The smile fell from my face just a tiny amount. I caught it before it went too far, but she noticed. “Oh, come on. I went skydiving with you.”

“I had to drag you into the plane,” I pointed out as I worked to close all of the thoughts of my past back in their pretty little box. Trust. Cassie didn’t know the details of Margo’s death, but right now, she didn’t need to. It would only make her feel bad about something she had absolutely no reason to blame herself for. The last thing I wanted was to hold her accountable for Margo’s actions. I couldn’t think of anything that would piss me off more if the roles were reversed.

I forced my mind back to her, that moment, and the words coming out of her mouth.

“Yeah, that was pretty fucked up now that I think about it.”

“You ended up enjoying yourself,” I pointed out, picking up her hand and twisting her engagement ring with my fingers. She looked down at the gesture and smiled.

“Exactly. And you’re going to have fun now. Everyone is coming. Kline, Georgia, Wes, Will. Even Frankie and Claire.”

I took a deep breath and smiled for her.

Her own happiness intensified. Phil snorted.