Текст книги "Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother: Part 2 "

Автор книги: Harlow Grace

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19: Layla

Grayson ordered the parcels to be delivered to our hotel, all with a smirk on his face as the assistants made big googly eyes at him. There was no way in hell they were oblivious of happened back there. I kept my gaze on either the floor or Grayson, avoiding eye contact with any of them.

But I couldn’t hide the warmth that spread through me or the lightheadedness that made me grip Grayson’s arm tightly to steady myself. He laced his fingers through mine, smiling down at me with such adoration that my heart skipped a beat.

How did I get so damn lucky?

I bet the sales attendants were filled with envy, wishing they were in my shoes. God, I had to pinch myself to make sure that this was indeed happening to me and not just a delicious dream.

“Ready for our next stop?”

“Bring it on, Dr. Forbes,” I said, giving him my best smile. He made my heart so damn warm and fuzzy—he could lead me to the edge of a cliff and I’d jump off gladly if he told me too.

Jeez, Layla, steady girl.

I was so smitten with Grayson that I could hardly see straight.

And to be honest? As much as I knew it was wrong for us to flaunt our relationship in public, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted everyone on the damn planet to know that Grayson Forbes wanted, little Layla the nerdy girl.

“You’re going to lo-o-o-v-e this surprise,” he drawled with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I never used to like surprises but you are changing my mind about that.”

My face was actually hurting from all the smiling I had done today. Now I knew how brides felt when they had to pose for pictures for hours on end.

Somewhere in the back of my mind alarm bells were ringing but I quickly shut them down, refusing to listen. Carrying on down this path couldn’t be good for us. I already knew it couldn’t end well.

We were damned before we even got started.

Why did the universe have to be so fucking cruel? To put the perfect man not only in my life, but so damn close and yet so far out of my reach. I couldn’t make any sense of it, so I decided to stop trying and just go with the flow. I’d take every second Grayson gave me and worry about the aftermath later because sure as hell is hot there would be severe consequences. This amount of happiness couldn’t come without a price. I already was steeling myself for when it inevitably came crashing down.

Just one more moment.

Just one more hour.

Just one more day.

Throwing caution to the wind, I reached up and kissed him lips and in full view of everyone. Hard and passionately. Bold and daring. If the universe was giving me this chance, I was grabbing on to it with both hands and hold on for all I was worth.

Daddy’s words rang in my head: “Make hay while the sun shines.” I always thought it was an odd saying, but the sun was glaring and I was ready to make every second count.

The valet brought Grayson’s Bentley around and before helping me into the passenger seat, Grayson pulled me into an embrace and kissed me sweetly. His lips caressedover my cheek to my earlobe where he spent a few moments nibbling on it, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

This man . . .

Warm breath on my skin caused every cell in my body to tingle. “I can’t get enough of you, Lala. I want to devour you . . . eat you fucking alive. Does that make me bad?” His voice rumbled from his chest, laced with lust and desire.

“Is it bad that I want you to devour me?” I whispered back. If we were on our way to hell I was all in and looking forward to the journey.

“Get in the car, baby. Before I make good on that idea and make every other woman watching us jealous.”

Sliding into the leather seat, I couldn’t help chuckling as I looked around. Sure as hell, there were a few woman watching us, nudging their friend or partner to look in our direction. Grayson jumped into his seat and steered the car into the road. There wasn’t any point in asking where we were going because I knew he wouldn’t tell me. If his cheeky smile was any indication, this surprise was going to be a good one.

Thirty minutes later we stopped in front of a large white building. An ornate sign read ‘Children’s Hospice’. Really? This was the surprise?

Please don’t let him tell me that he got a job here and that he isn’t coming back to Australia.

Maybe it would be a good thing because then we could hide out in London? Confused, my stomach rolled uncomfortably as I considered each option.

“Don’t look so worried. You’re going to love it, I promise.” As usual Grayson picked up on my apprehension immediately. He had always been able to read me like an open book. Was there nothing I could hide from this man?

Cagey, I gave him a weak smile. “It’s not anything I expected, so it’s definitely a surprise.”

“Trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” I said as I nodded. That part was easy. I trusted Grayson with my life.

Grayson got out of the car and walked around to open my door for me, helping me out. Smiling down he held out his arm so I could entwine mine with his. I loved how he acted like a gentleman. Good old fashioned manners turned me on something fierce.

As we entered the building I could hear the noisy chatter of excited children. Balloons and a large sign reading “Welcome” decorated the large open reception area. Children of all ages—some in wheelchairs, others using crutches or with casts—were chattering away, their glee and anticipation clear on their lovely little faces.

Walking further into the room, all eyes were on us. Some of the younger kids clapped and cheered, giving us a warm welcome.

I smiled back as graciously as I could, swallowing the lump in my throat as I looked around the room. Some kids wore bandanas on their naked heads. It broke and warmed my heart to see that, in spite of their illness, they were all in good humor. Some adults could learn a lesson from sick children. I had witnessed most kids bearing their agony with acceptance and dignity, unlike some of the adults I have come across.

Like my little patient, Carmen. I’d learned so many lesson in humility from that one little girl alone.

A hush fell over the room. Silence when only seconds ago it sounded like chaos.

I spun around to see who could command such awestruck expressions.

Oh my goodness. The Duchess of Cambridge was walking up the stairs behind me with two burly men a few steps behind her. My gaze flew to Grayson who stood there grinning at me with his arms folded across his chest.

Stunned, I watched as Kate entered the room, her beautiful smile warm and genuine as she approached us. She crouched down to talk to some of the children, hugging a little girl and ruffling a boy’s hair. I could understand why everyone adored her. A natural grace and charm rolled off her and by the time she reached us, I knew that the sympathy she felt for those sick kids was genuine.

I swallowed hard. Grayson had listened when I’d jokingly expressed one of my wildest wishes. How he had pulled it off, I had no idea. Gratitude and amazement washed over me that he’d go to incredible lengths to please me and not only just where sex was concerned, but far beyond that. Could any man be more perfect?

How the hell am I not supposed to love him even more for doing this?

Our eyes met and I mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to him. He smiled and nodded his head ever so slightly by way of acknowledging me.

The afternoon flew by all too fast. Having tea at the hospice whilst royalty visited was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed. I did learned that Grayson had pledged a large amount of money to the hospice and that was how he managed to get us invited to the event. Grayson laughed when my jaw dropped at the amount of money he’d donated.

“What good is it being a billionaire if I can’t help others? I managed to achieve two goals in one afternoon so that alone makes me a very happy man.” He leaned closer, looking into my eyes as he asked,” Did you like that surprise?”

“I didn’t like it, I loved it! You make me so happy, Grayson.”

This day was turning out beyond anything I could have guessed, it had been perfect in every way.

“It isn’t over yet you know. Tonight will top it all.”

I inhaled sharply. What could he possibly have planned that could beat this? I beamed from ear to ear. I sure was the luckiest girl in all of England, actually in all of the world.

Surprises were becoming my favorite thing.

20: Layla

After we said our goodbyes to the kids, Grayson placed his hand in the small of my back and steered me back to his car. I was pretty exhausted from the emotional day and yet the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering like crazy.

We had to wait till after the Duchess departed before we could leave.

“Time for a nap, baby. Then we can get ready for tonight. Sound good?”

Stretching my limbs, I yawned. “Yeah, a nap sounds perfect. I didn’t know you napped before a da—” Luckily I stopped myself just before I let the word slip out. This wasn’t a traditional date, I really didn’t know what to call it.

Grayson threw back his head and laughed. “Oh yes, a power nap is a wonderful thing. Some of the smartest people in history strongly believed in it, so we are in good company.”

“I know right? I’ve read that both Edison and Einstein regularly napped during the day. If it worked for them, it works for me.” Truth was I needed to recharge my batteries. Being this happy was damn hard work, but I wasn’t complaining.

Back at our little love nest I kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed. The mattress dipped behind me as Grayson followed me. He cuddled into me, lacing his fingers with mine as he kissed my neck. Spooning was fast becoming a favorite of mine—I simply loved it when he held me close as we slept.

An hour later I woke feeling refreshed, but without Grayson. I heard the shower running, so I lay back and stretched my limbs, savoring the few moments I had to myself to recall the magical past few days. They’d be over all too soon and I wasn’t ready for that yet.

Grayson’s soft footsteps sounded a few minutes later. “Hey sleepyhead.”

I cranked one eye open to stare at his naked body as he stood inches from me. Like Pavlov’s dogs I started salivating the instant my gaze fell on his already hard cock. I loved having that beast in my mouth, my lips wrapped firmly around his erection as I brought him nothing but pleasure.

“Like what you see?” Damn, this man was a mind-reader.

Lazily I smiled up at him as he moved closer to the bed. “Hell yeah.”

“Well, it’s time to get ready for our night out. I can’t wait to see you in your new dress.” He kissed me on the forehead then walked the dressing room.

I couldn’t believe he didn’t want me to show his cock some love. Rolling off the bed, I followed him and slid my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his back. He smelt so good and fresh that his manly scent made my head spin. Being brave, I slid my hands down his hard washboard abs, feeling every ripple along the way, until I eventually cupped his balls and squeezed.

I can’t believe I’m the one doing this.

My sexual appetite was getting more ravenous by the day.

Laughing, he took both my hands in his, removed them from him and pressed them against his chest. His heart thumped against my palms.

“Babe, never start something you can’t finish. If you want to go out tonight, I suggest you get your sexy arse in the shower before I change my mind and cancel our date night. I’m happy to stay here and fuck you all night long, but I have good intentions and I’m trying my fucking best to stick to them.”

He spun around and cupped my face in his palms.  The feral lust I saw in his eyes warned me that he was serious. He sucked on my lower lip and kissed me hard.

“Your choice, baby. If you start this, it’s going to end with me ravishing you over and over and all you’ll see tonight will be this apartment . . . from every angle.”

Dizzy, I shook my head. As tempted as I was, I really wanted to wear that beautiful dress for him. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d called it a date and I wasn’t missing that for anything. Not even the mind-blowing sex he was promising. That could come later.

“No, I’ll go shower.”

Smirking, he slapped my arse hard. “That’s for being a tease. I’m going to have a hell of a time calming my cock down now thanks to you.”

“I was just testing you,” I answered with a throaty laugh.

“That’s dangerous, sweetheart. I’m trying to keep my dick in my pants, don’t make it impossible.” Grabbing me by the wrist, he stopped me from walking away. He pressed his lips into my shoulder and I could feel him breathing hard. “Consider yourself warned. Your pussy is going to get a serious workout tonight, that I can promise you.”

Smart man.

Clenching my thighs together, I squirmed with anticipation. He was doing this on damn purpose, creating sexual tension of such magnitude that we’d be ripping one another’s clothes off by the end of the night.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

21: Grayson

Fuck if I didn’t nearly lose control there and then. But I didn’t want to ruin the night I had planned so carefully. So far we’d had a wonderful day and I was going all out tonight.

It was a game. Dressing up so that we’d entice one another, drive the other into a frenzy, wild with lust and desire until we couldn’t stand it any longer. It was an ancient ritual, and one that lead to the best damn sex imaginable. I wanted to end the night on an unbelievable high—one neither of us would ever forget, no matter what.

When Layla stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a white fluffy towel, I gritted my teeth with determination. Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bed.

“Lie down, baby,” I commanded.

She licked over her lips as she leaned backwards until her back rested on the bed. The towel slipping down and exposing her pink nipples causing me to groan as my dick throbbed in my pants. Fuck if this wasn’t going to be so much harder than I had anticipated. Theory was always so much easier than reality.

I wanted to suck a nipple and roll the other between my fingertips. But instead I reached into my pants pocket as I stood over her trembling body.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

Her eyes widened but she didn’t hesitate in doing as instructed. I swallowed hard as I took in the sight of her glistening pussy.

She gave me a shy smile. She was so fucking adorable that I just wanted to kiss the fuck out of her. Fighting for control, I cleared my throat.

“I have these Ben Wa balls that I’m going to put inside you. You’ll wear them all night long and every time you move, you’ll know that’s where my cock will be later.”

I opened my palm to show her the two pink balls I’d purchased specially for tonight. This was going to be fun. Slipping a finger between her legs, I tested her wetness before then spreading her arousal around to lubricate her. Layla groaned while biting her lip.

Arching her back, she tried for more contact, but I wasn’t giving in. This was a sweet torture for both of us, teasing on a whole new level. And it was sexy as fuck, knowing that she would have the balls inside her until I could get my cock in there. I gently guided the balls inside her, all the while watching her face. Her eyes softened and glazed over with lust. If she kept looking at me like that I certainly wasn’t going to last the evening.

Tempted as fuck to taste her juices on my fingers, but purposely denying myself, I held out my hand to her instead. “Clean my fingers. Taste yourself.”

Her eyes widened a fraction, but she opened her mouth all the while keeping her gaze locked with mine. She sucked my fingers with such enthusiasm that I felt the sensation all the way to my dick, making it jump.

I swear I nearly lost my mind for a few moments.

I wanted to rip off her towel with my fucking teeth and get my dick inside her along with the balls. I couldn’t wait to feel them move around inside her, massaging my length when my cock joined in.

It took all my strength to step back. My voice sounded strained when I spoke. “Get dressed, baby. We need to leave in half an hour.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh and no underwear.”

I pulled her up from the bed and fucking hell the towel dropped to the floor. Was my little temptress trying to seduce me, make me succumb and give in to the carnal pleasure I was craving like a junkie?

She looked at me with big eyes as she took a couple of steps forward. “Oh my God, what if I have an orgasm in the middle of whatever you have planned?”

I threw back my head and laughed. “That would be awesome. But no, you aren’t allowed to let that happen. Your orgasm is mine. If you can hold out until we get back, I promise you the most mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“That’s a big promise, Grayson. You have no idea how talented your mouth and cock are and how amazing my orgasms have been.”

Fuck me, this woman was the undoing of me. Her brutal frankness was so fucking refreshing compared to the fakeness of some of the women I’d screwed as a student. No wonder it never felt right with anyone else before.

This.

This felt perfect.

No pretense, just raw honesty.

Since I was already dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and black slacks, I decided I needed a drink. “I’ll fix us each a drink while you get ready. I need something to cool me the fuck down.”

“Okay, but no peeping. I want to surprise you.” Her breathy laugh was cute as sin. If I thought I was playing a game, she was playing me just as hard. Hard being the operative word here.

I flipped through one TV channel after another waiting for her. Two drinks later, I heard her heels click on the hardwood floors. My heart raced as I watched the doorway.

I inhaled sharply when I saw her all dressed up. The red dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She had paired with high Louboutin heels, making her legs seem to go on forever. As stunning as her body was, it was her face that stole my breath. She glowed with a confidence that was growing by the day. I loved seeing her accept herself and become comfortable in her skin. Her shiny hair hung lose over her right shoulder, a rare treat indeed for a woman who preferred a ponytail. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers into those lustrous locks.

“Lala, you take my breath away,” I said, meaning every word. “You’re so fucking gorgeous . . . and sexy as fuck. I’m going to have a hard time sticking to the plan.”

Her radiant face was beautiful beyond anything I’d ever seen.

Everything else faded to black. In this moment, it was just me and her. The rest of the world—my father; his demands; the responsibilities and pressures—all else ceased to exist.

“Tonight I’m showing you off to the world.”

“Grayson, is that wise?” The quiver in her voice was undeniable.

“I really don’t care, Layla. I want you more than I care about the fucking consequences. Please tell me you feel the same?”

She placed her fingertips over my lips. “Let’s not think about all of that right now. You look so damn handsome in your black suit, and I’m all dressed up, so let’s just go out and have this one special night without worrying about tomorrow.”

I hated that she hadn’t answered my question, but she was right. Our problem couldn’t be solved overnight. I knocked back the last mouthful of scotch in my glass, grimacing as it burned its way down my throat. I skimmed my hand over her arse to check for panties, I was pleased to find no telltale lines. She listened.

With my hand possessively resting on the small of her back, I steered her towards the elevator.

“Let’s go make memories. Good ones.”

22: Layla

I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d never experienced anything like this before, but walking among the who’s who of London without underwear felt sinfully naughty. I had to squeeze my thighs together most of the time to alleviate the sensation of the Ben Wa balls as they moved inside me. It was such a turn on knowing that Grayson was watching my every move.

I drank the last sip of my expensive French champagne, never taking my eyes off Grayson. I couldn’t care less about the other people attending the premiere of the new show, even though many of them were extremely rich and others somewhat famous.

Grayson and I only had eyes for one another. How I was even going to concentrate on the three acts of the highly acclaimed Broadway show was beyond me.

The bell rang to signal that we had to take our seats, and I was grateful when Grayson took my hand and excused us from the couple he’d introduced me to earlier. To be honest, I’d forgotten their names seconds after he’d said them because I couldn’t focus on anything else but Grayson and the balls.

“Thank fuck we have our own private booth. I hate making small talk with people I hardly ever see outside of these type of events, regardless of who they are.” He scowled. “I just want to be alone with you tonight.”

His words made my heart beat just a little faster. We took our seats and the crowd quietened down as the lights dimmed. His arm slid around the back of my seat, his fingers stroking my upper arm as we waited for the curtains to open. The audience erupted in an applause as the music started and the actors took to the stage.

Grayson leaned closer to my ear. “Happy?” he whispered.

“I’m happy when you’re happy.”

“Lala.” Grayson kissed the soft sensitive skin beneath my ear and along the side of my jaw sending little shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. “I love making you happy.”

Good Lord, I could hardly focus on what was happening on stage, so when he sat back a few moments later crossing his leg over his knee and leaving our only form of contact to the minimum, I was both relieved and disappointed. The loss of his touch left me wanting him even more. Was that all part of his plan to drive me crazy for him?

If it was, it was working because as I watched the show, I couldn’t help but be completely aware of every inch of Grayson all the damn time. If he as much as moved a muscle, I knew about it. We were even breathing at the same rate.

Is he as tuned in to me as I am to him?

As if he knew what I was thinking, he took my hand in his and interlocking our fingers. Electricity crackled between us, something magical weaving us closer together as if by some ancient force of nature.

By the time intermission came, I couldn’t sit still for a second longer. Grayson smiled as he held his arm for me to hook into. We left the box and went to the bar area.

“Thirsty?”

My throat was parched. “Yes please.”

Minutes later I was sipping another glass of champagne when Grayson leaned in and spoke in my ear so I could hear him above all the noise.

“How’s my pussy doing? My cock can’t stop thinking about getting inside it. Watching this show is fucking agony.”

I nearly spat out my mouthful of golden liquid, because I was sure the woman standing behind Grayson had overheard him. She turned toward me and narrowed her eyes as she studied me. Heat rose to my cheeks as I placed a hand on Grayson’s chest.

“Shhhh, people can hear you.”

“I don’t care. I bet everyone here would rather watch me fuck you in our booth than this show. Now that would be something exciting to watch, wouldn’t it?”

“Grayson. You’re so bad tonight. Behave,” I said, but secretly I loved that he’d rather be fucking me than watching the performance

Ten minutes later, we’d taken our seats for the second half. As soon as the lights dimmed, Grayson’s hand crept up my thigh, slowly caressing the skin as he moved closer and closer to my apex.

I held my breath as his hand slipped under my dress and found my naked pussy. “Fuck, I want to taste you so much,” he moaned as his fingers skimmed over my mound. He didn’t need to tell me to open my legs. Like a slut’s, they just fell open, giving him access to all of me.

His finger slipped through my wetness and found my clit. I had to bite my lip hard so as not to cry out loud. He massaged the little bundle of nerves until I caved and let out a soft moan. “Jesus, that’s fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps across the surface of my arms.

Two fingers slipped inside me, pushing against the Ben Wa balls. Oh Lord, how was I going to pretend I wasn’t about to have a damn orgasm?

“Grayson, please,” I begged as his fingers continued to move in and out of me. A groan rumbled from his chest.

“That’s it,” he said, pushing to his feet.

What the hell?

“Let’s go. Now,” he growled.

I didn’t argue. If he didn’t get me out of here I was going to give Sally a go for her money—the only difference was that unlike her loud pretend orgasm in the movie, mine would be so very real.

Grayson pulled me down a hallway and behind some heavy curtains. His hand gripped around the back of my neck as his tongue ravished my mouth. With trembling hands I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, freeing his glorious erection. I needed him to ease the throbbing inside me. I needed his cock to fuck me blind.

My thumb rubbed the oozing pre-cum into the tip of his heavy cock.

“I want you inside. Fuck me, Grayson.”

He lifted my leg to his hip and shoved his cock inside me with a loud, rough groan. I gripped the curtains with both hands for purchase as the movement of the Ben Wa balls and his cock sent me over the edge.

“Oh God, Oh God, Grayson,” I cried out, not caring if my voice was being too loud or if anyone could hear us.

With a shudder I nearly collapsed as white light exploded behind my eyes. My orgasm was so strong that my pussy gripped his cock, milking him until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m coming.”

He bit into my neck, both hands pulling my arse toward him as he shot his warm load into me.

Bliss. Pure bliss.

Panting, he pulled out of me and tucked his cock away while I pulled my dress down.

He pulled me back into his embrace and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Hi,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Hi,” I said, the word loaded with so much meaning that everything I wanted to tell him wanted to burst forth from my lips. But for now that one simple word had to do.

I was ready to go back to the hotel and let him do whatever the hell he wanted with my body. Dressing up and going out was fun, but having Grayson inside me beat everything hands down. I was addicted to his cock and not afraid to admit it.