Page 7 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

"I thought the same thing about him, a faithful friend," I tell myself out loud as I make my way down the slope.

When I step over the wall, I walk over to them, then stop and let Caesar check me out.

Aurei is holding his head and rubbing his jaw.

His ears are at full attention as he eyeballs me.

When he settles down, I approach and stand beside him.

He sniffs me, blowing his heavy breath over my clothes and skin.

When he is satisfied, he nuzzles Aurei and ignores me.

"He's even more beastly beautiful closeup. "

"He is a beast, but like I said, he is beautiful after a bath and a brush." He laughs.

Leaving the practice area to take Caesar to the stable, Aurei explains as he points across the property. "We only practice here. We hold the Celebration Battles in the actual arena over there."

"Oh! Really? You mean you and Antonio actually fight?"

"The battle is more a friendly battle of wits rather than actual fighting. We are careful not to hurt our opponent, but yes, you will see one, but not necessarily between Antonio and me. We draw straws to see who fights."

He looks at me, and I roll my fingers. "Come on. Keep talking. I'm all ears."

"There are six Liotine men between 18 and 35 in the fight pool." He tells me their names. The last one is Quintus.

Quintus! 'Maybe you won't draw Quintus.' Ann said.

He stops walking and looks at me with an 'aha' face. "He can be my media guy. He'll be perfect for it." He takes his phone out, and I peer carefully as he types.

Hire Quintus as my media liaison.

Antonio responds immediately.

Great idea! On it.

Aurei smiles at me, and I ask, "Who is Quintus?"

"He's Antonio's younger brother."

"Oh, he's a handsome hottie then?"

Aurei smiles, "Yes, we called him Cassy when he was little."

"Cassy?"

"Short for Casanova. It pissed him off because he thought we were calling him a girl. When he got older and learned who we were referring to, we all laughed about it."

"Poor guy." I laugh. "Why Casanova? Or do I need even to ask?"

"Growing up, he never got into something he couldn't charm his way out of. He was a smooth talker and was well on his way to being a little shit. We gave him a reason to fight. It was good for him."

I laugh again. "Is he a badass then?"

"He excelled in his training. So yeah, I would say you could label him a badass."

Caesar begins to prance as we get closer to the stables, and our conversation ends as Aurei handles his stallion with a firm but gentle hand. When he gives the rope to Paolini, he smiles as his Warhorse shows his ass but enters the area.

Walking back to the car, I yawn, and Aurei yawns too. We grin at each other, and I state the obvious. "I'm sleepy."

"Let's go to bed."

When we arrive back at Aurei’s cabin aka "not little" house, he drops me off at the front door. Rain clouds have moved in and it’s starting to sprinkle.

I run inside to the bathroom, grab a towel, then stand waiting for him at the front door watching the flood erupt as he runs with his shoes in hand.

His 'magnifico' mounds of flesh jogging up as his feet push him forward, then down when they hit the earth.

He projects power, but he’s so graceful.

When he runs onto the porch, his clothes are soaked and plastered to his body.

"Whoa, that came up quick." He tosses his shoes to the wall by the door and then shakes his head.

Small droplets of water fly off and spray me.

I block them with the towel, giggling. When I peer over the top, he has started taking his shirt off.

His arms are crisscrossed and he holds the hem.

With one strong move, he heaves. The suction sound as it peels off his skin makes my pussy lurch.

Da-yum!

He rings the water out and the sound of the water hitting the porch is drowned out by the downpour.

He hangs it over the back of one of the rocking chairs.

Then he undoes the button of his jeans, slides the zipper down, sticks his thumbs in the waistband and pushes them off his maximus ass, Calvin Klein's and all.

Double da-yum! Delicious!

The wet jeans stick to his thighs and he bends over, hooking his thumbs again and repeats the push. Only this time, he adds a cute little tail wiggle to his 'shuck my jeans' dance.

Double Da-yum Delicious Dance!

I hide my laughter in the towel. When he walks up to me naked, I hand it to him and he rubs his wet head with it, then his body.

"The hot tub will have to wait until post nap.

There is lightning in the distance." He cinches the towel around his waist and I remember peeking at his perfect body through the peep hole in my apartment and my pussy floods itself.

"Thanks for the towel." He leans over to give me a quick kiss.

I smile as my hand slides inside the towel and I rest it under his balls as his lips touch mine. They dangle softly in my palm. "I like thunder."

He leans in closer and opens his mouth. His tongue slides deep down my throat and my other hand hooks his neck to keep his lips locked to mine.

I suck him as my fingers fondle his package.

The skin draws up and I feel the ridges form as they pucker from my play.

His breath from his short jog blows from his nose and the essence of Aurei caresses my cheeks.

His focus is totally on me and what I am doing to him.

His cock elongates and moves up my arm. When I release his balls and slide my hand to the end of his shaft, I release his tongue and loosen my hook.

When he draws away, his green eyes have darkened, his facial expression has tightened at his eyes, and loosened at his jaw.

His eyes hone in on mine, narrowing slightly, as the chemistry that is us fuels our passion.

I know his look well now. He is hungry, needy for me, and I take control.

My hand grabs his cock and holds it tight, pinching it so that the blood is trapped as it grows, forcing the skin thin and becoming sensitive fast. I lay my lips lightly on his neck just under his earlobe and lick a thin line along his jugular vein, then blow a thin hard stream of air on it.

Nipping his skin at the vein by his ear, pulling his head down as I do.

His shoulders drop, and his hips hunch as he lowers himself so I can reach him, submitting to me.

I breathe in his ear. "Don’t move. I’m going to give you a quickie. "

When I drop down, I see the goosebumps along his shoulders, and his nipples are tight and hard.

He holds the towel to shield me from the view of prying eyes as I squat.

His dick is tight and red when my tongue touches it.

Instantly a small amount of semen leaks out the top, and I place my lips on it, then pull away.

The sticky cum creates a string and I look up to see his eyes are hooded and sexy as fuck!

I close my eyes and ease it in my mouth.

The hole stretches open and I place the tip of my tongue in it.

His breathing stops. As I tickle it, I feel the pressure building.

When I lick him, running my tongue around the head, wetting it, I feel it pulsate.

Then, I place my lips on the ridge, let my saliva drool down his shaft as I shake my head, back and forth, faster and faster, building him into a frenzy, then I put my tongue back in his tip and tickle.

I pull his skin up just enough from the base to cover his ridge.

He still has not taken a breath, and his legs are beginning to harden.

When I start to stroke him, pumping him up, I feel his abs begin to harden too as he draws his muscles down tight as I go.

Then I stop and ease down his shaft to the base.

When I hit bottom, his hunch sets. With my withdrawal, I watch his six pack form deep ridges and the sight soaks my pussy, but this isn’t about me, I remind myself.

This is about him. I ease back down again, lubing him up, and winding him down tight.

When I know his whole body is straining, I step to the side, position my hands, and stroke the length of his shaft with one hand and with the other I circle his tip, tickling his ridge and his head.

His legs quiver uncontrollably, then he spurts cum across the porch.

His gorilla grunts are a satisfying sound.

At the last spasm, I let him go, quickly step back in front and grab his ass, pulling him to me.

He sags forward leaning on me as he starts to breathe again.

The whole event didn’t take more than a few minutes.

"That’s one helluva quickie," he says with his mouth buried against my shoulder as his arms wrap around me.

"Yep, it don’t take long to get there when you are high and pressurized."

"Hmm," he chuckles.

We hold each other enjoying the love that flows freely between us now, then his phone rings. It’s an old fashioned ringtone, loud and annoying, and it totally pops the serene bubble of the moment.

Aurei lifts his head and kisses my cheek. "I’ve been waiting on this call." Stepping away, he grabs his jeans and digs for his phone.

I twirl around, rolling my head so I get maximum hair toss, and go back inside, playfully telling him with a British accent. "Laters, Babe!"

"Moore here. Yes, I’ll hold." I hear him say as I walk off.

I can feel his eyes watching me, then I hear, "Hey, Wright."

"Yes, Moore?"

"I’m on hold. Sing Whitney Houston for me while I wait." His commanding tone is back.

Standing in the doorway, I turn to look at him, cock my hip as I put my hands on them, then I cock my head as I lift one eyebrow and let my eyes twinkle playfully to him. "Are you asking or telling?"

"Telling," he laughs.

I twirl around, hair flying, to strut to the kitchen.

"Ok, asking. Please?"