The Yeah, Baby Series

2

Lucas

There was a part of me that was devastated to find out Jade was the daughter of that ditzy, conniving, gold digger who’d bewitched my dad with her … assets, to gain access to his assets. I’d hoped my suspicions about Jade were a product of my paranoia and I hated that they’d been confirmed by this latest development.

That part still wanted to lick, bite, and suck on every inch of her skin, especially her tits as they spilled out of my hands. It begged to sink deep inside her, make her scream my name. Fuck her until we were both too exhausted to continue. Then find a little more energy and fuck her again.

The other part of me was fucking pissed. Were they in it together? Was this some kind of mother-daughter con? My father and I had always been close. He was my hero, everything I wanted to be, strong, logical, and a brilliant businessman. I followed in his footsteps, wanting to make him proud. So, when he started dating Diamond, a stripper name if I ever heard one, I was shocked that he would let himself be controlled by his other head, instead of the one above his shoulders. I did my best to convince him that she was only after his money, but he wouldn’t be swayed.

“Dad, you need to use your logic and get on solid ground. Then you’ll see that she is only after your money,” I whisper-yelled, conscious of the fact that we were in public, having lunch at a four-star restaurant.

He laughed and shook his head, as though I’d said something ridiculous. What the fuck was so crazy about wanting him to see through the blonde bimbo he’d proposed to the day before?

“You may be right, Lucas. I don’t think you are, but it’s possible. However, whatever her reasons were in the beginning, I promise you they’ve changed. When you get to be my age”—I rolled my eyes, he was sixty but with the body and energy of a man at least ten years his junior— “you get tired of being alone and if you find a beautiful woman who makes you laugh and feel loved, one that is amazing in bed”—I cringed—“you do your best to woo her. And son, trust me, I know how to get and keep a woman. Looking back, I’m the one who pursued her.”

I scoffed, “What’s keeping her from running off when she gets her greedy hands on your money?” I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing his reactions to my questions. “Let me guess, she offered to sign a prenup but the selfless gesture was enough to convince you to marry her without one?”

Dad’s brown eyes, ones that looked exactly like mine, lit with a sliver of irritation. If I didn’t know him, hadn’t seen all sides of him as his son, I would have completely missed it. He could kick anyone’s ass at poker and it’s one of the things that made him so successful.

“As a matter of fact, she did offer to sign a prenup—“

I cut him off with a bitter laugh. “Of course she did.”

He leaned in, looking at me with disapproval, and I withered inside, hating that look because it meant I’d disappointed him.

“Are you implying that I’m suddenly stupid, going senile in my old age?” he clipped.

Yeah, definitely feeling like a kid being scolded for talking back.

He continued without a response from me, “I asked her to sign a prenup and she agreed.”

I felt my eyes widen. I was shocked.

“And after, I promptly tore it up.”

Not so shocked.

“She was completely understanding about it, not the least bit insulted either.”

Aaaaand, opinion of the gold digger restored.

I glanced at Jade in my peripheral, struck once again by her beauty and angry at myself for noticing. When you have money, it’s easy to become jaded (pun intended) and assume every woman is either after your fortune or what you can do for them in bed, until they prove otherwise.

I wasn’t exactly sure which category Jade fell into, but like all other women, she’d gone after me because she wanted something.

I’d gotten lucky in the physical department, inheriting my father’s six foot two height and naturally muscular body. With the exception of the color, my eyes and thick lashes were from my mother, as well as the hard angles of my face, though hers were obviously more feminine.

I was a computer nerd through and through, but I was able to counter balance it by playing high school football and excelling in art history. Girls dug a guy with brains and brawn.

At sixteen, my father caught me hacking into…well, places that would get me thrown in prison for the rest of my life. Instead of punishing me, he put me to work in his company. School was beyond easy for someone with my IQ, but I never said anything because I wanted to stay in the same grade and school as my friends. I thought I was getting away with it, until he informed me that he knew, but wanted me to make my own decisions.

I stayed in high school, but I started taking college classes and with the credits from working at our solar energy company, I graduated with a masters in Electrical Engineering and one in Computer Engineering by the time I was twenty. Eight years later, I’d worked my way up to executive. My father owned the company and I was to be his successor. However, we still had a board of directors who held forty-seven percent of the vote.

They were older than me, set in their ways, which frustrated me to no end considering we were supposed to be developing cutting edge solar technology. But, it wasn’t the product, it was our image they were more concerned about. They were conservative, and the clients they brought to the table were the same. They expected your home life to reflect your business.

I’d brought up to Dad the fact that Diamond would in no way be acceptable to the board and clients we catered to at that moment. He shrugged and told me they’d get over it. That we could overrule their decisions anyway. While true, he seemed to be ignoring the fact that if any of those guys left, they would take their golf buddies, our clients, with them and I hadn’t had enough time to bring in sufficient new business to withstand the loss.

I vowed to never make his same mistakes. And yet, there I was, my moment of weakness staring me in the face, with pale skin and a sickened look on her face. I wondered for half a second if she had faked our whole weekend. It was a ridiculous notion, nobody was that good an actress, and I was very well aware of my skills in the bedroom.

The chemistry between us was crackling even now, my traitorous body coming alive at being so near her. I focused on my anger, willing my cock to back the hell off. But no, it was still every bit as strong as when we first met.

My life was centered around the company and everything else came second. I needed an outlet for my creative side, though, something that was entirely separate and only mine. I had only ever shared it with my father. I’d bought a small art gallery and took great pride in helping small, local artists share their passion. In some cases, it even became the boost their career needed.

I was at the gallery one night, around six weeks ago, and after finishing up some paperwork, I decided to wander about and check out our newest artist’s talents. That’s when I saw her. She was average height, the top of her head reaching my shoulders. That was the only thing ordinary about her, though. Her wavy, platinum hair was pulled back from her face, in a ponytail that screamed to be pulled while

she was being fucked. The profile of her face was classically beautiful, lashes so thick and long, I was curious to see up close if they were fake.

She turned and caught me giving her the once over, but it didn’t stop my eyes from continuing downward, landing on the most spectacular pair of tits I’d ever seen. They were large, almost too big for her frame, but she pulled it off and my mouth practically watered at the sight of those perfectly round globes.

She was slim, with a tiny waist, a slight flare of hips, and endless legs encased in sexy stilettos. I was suddenly imagining those legs wrapped around me, squeezing me on the outside and her pussy doing the same on the inside. I swear, I almost came in my pants like a horny teenager.

She had the body of a stripper, and a bolt of jealousy shot through me at the thought of any other man seeing her naked body. It was unexpected, but it didn’t stop the growing confidence that I was going to end this night with her under me. She seemed to sense where my thoughts had gone because she blushed, making my already hard cock turn to stone. She was so fucking beautiful.

We met in the middle of the room, as though we were drawn together by our chemistry. It was a fucking movie moment, a scene from one of those ridiculous chick flicks. I was beyond aroused to see that there was nothing fake about her body.

“Lucas St. James,” I introduced myself.

She smiled, almost shyly. “Jade Jones.”

I took back my recent thought about nothing being fake. Her name was obviously made up, and I hoped it didn’t mean she actually was a stripper. I worried about the way it would look if it got out that I’d spent time with a woman like her. However, right then and there, I decided I didn’t give a fuck. I was going to have her.

“I’m going to be blunt, to save wasted time,” I stated, “I desperately want you under me. Can I convince you to leave and spend the night with me?”