Page 10 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

He chuckles as he kisses the top of my head.

"Someone special said that two hearts who choose to be together…

. Choose is the keyword, isn't it. Neither of us have ever done this before because we chose not to settle for less.

" I push up on my tiptoes and peck his beautiful lips, closing my eyes.

"Let's look at it this way. Neither of us has failed at it.

Our records are clean. We aren't scarred by someone else's bullshit or drama.

We can write whatever we want on our how-to list." He hugs me tight to him.

"We will choose how to make us work on our own terms. Like our own definition of forever.

" I open my eyes, and he places his lips on mine.

"Now, breathe." He blows his sexy air in my mouth, and I throw my arms around his neck, sucking his air in, expanding my lungs till I am forced to exhale.

"No more frowning over that non-issue, My Little Thang! "

"I like the way you think, Mr. Aurelius Moore. I truly like the way you think."

"Come on, let's get back. We have a hot date tonight.

" That makes me giggle, and we walk back to the horses.

He takes both reins, and I take Flicka's from him, walk around her and mount up unassisted.

When he sits Blue, he leads the way. I bring Flicka alongside, and we walk the horses, side by side, back to the barn.

"I have millions of questions for you."

He feigns distress. "Oh shit!"

I laugh. "Don't be an asshole! I'm warning you! I know how to wield a riding crop." I raise my eyebrows at him. "Skillfully."

"Watch out!" He flinches, laughing, then gets serious. "Oh snap! What if I like it?"

I raise one eyebrow and tell him. "Oh, you would like. I guarantee it."

"Oh, double snap! I know I would now."

I giggle. "Who are Paul and Steve?"

"High school bro's."

"Either married or in a serious relationship?"

"No."

"Either know about me?"

"No. We'll surprise them too."

"The Stallion. Isn't that a Gentlemen's Club?"

"Used to be, but it didn't work out. It's a dance hall now."

"Are you a regular?"

"Yes, but only because my bro's go. Paul likes to fuck, and he isn't particular with who."

"A man hoe then. And Steve?"

"He isn't as bad as Paul, but he doesn't push pussy away."

"And you?"

"Is that some of your trickery?"

"Busted!" I laugh. "Are your parents living?"

"Yes. They are vacationing in Italy."

"Are you Italian?"

"No. I'm an American."

"Are they Italian?"

"No, they are American. My mother is first generation. Her parents were Italian. My father's parents are American for generations with British ancestry."

"Cool. More questions on Italy later. A ton more questions on Italy later. I'm so excited about our trip." I speed clap my hands together, making him laugh. "Are there still stripper poles in The Stallion?"

He pulls back on Blue's reins and stops. "Why?"

I keep riding.

He trots back up to me. "Why?"

"Answer the question, please."

"Yes."

"May I dance on the pole tonight?"

"No." His commanding tone is back.

"But?" I start, but he cuts me off.

"No." He is more insistent. "The Stallion isn't a controlled environment."

"But…."

"No. It's a dancehall." I glance over at him, and he is looking right at me, studying me. "I would hate to kill someone because they hurt you."

I remember his warrior face in the shower and again when he charged out into the hallway when I was with TD, and I realize he might be serious. The Stallion might be a rowdy bar. Not wanting him to worry now, I make light of his words. "Oh, the thunderous Son of Thor would return." I chuckle.

"Something like that."

"Got 'cha."

"Listen, let's put this on our how-to list. When you are not working, you dance only for me."

"Ok." I grin, then flash him a happy smile. "Can I dance at all at the Stallion?"

"Only for me, only for fun, and nothing exotic."

"Nothing exotic?" I play pout. "That's asking a lot, don't you think?"

"No." His sharp tone is back. "I know what your dancing does to people."

I wink at him and slide my tongue along the bottom of my teeth. "Scorching hot! There isn't a soft dick or a dry pussy in the house when I turn up the heat." I lick my finger and shove it down my cleavage, making a hissing noise.

"Fuck! Siri, I'm feeling needy again."

Laughing, I kick Flicka and gallop off to the barn.

We unsaddle the horses in silence. Aurei takes both saddles, one in each hand, to the tack room while I turn the horses loose as Ann instructed.

I come back with the bridles, take them to the hose and wash the bits off.

When he walks back around, he looks so happy and relaxed.

"Siri, I was just thinking how awesome it is that you ride too.

When I fell for you in Vegas, I was only hoping for a long-term fantastic fucking arrangement.

Now, I'm really looking forward to the drama with you. "

I grin wickedly, then squirt him with the ice-cold well water from the spring.

He gasps and flinches as it nails him square in the chest. Then he charges.

I squeal, drop the hose, and run as fast as I can toward the truck.

Thinking I've made it to safety, I slow down and turn around, sticking my tongue out at him.

Boom! The water hits me square in the chest in a single quick burst. Shocked, my hands raise in surrender, and I arch away, drawing myself up.

"FUCK! THAT'S COLD!" For a few moments, I stand frozen, then I take off fleeing to the truck, laughing hysterically.

I round the passenger side to put it between me and the water hose.

Aurei turns the water off and strolls casually into the tack room with the bridles.

Shivering and still giggling, I wait patiently for him to hang them up.

When he comes out, he has his shirt off and holds it in his hand.

The sight of him in only his faded jeans, cowboy hat, and boots sends a fresh wave of hot desire coursing through my icy veins, warming me better than anything else could!

Damn! That's a beautiful sight. His pecs are perfect, smooth mounds. His chest tapers sharply down to his narrow waist. His hard ripped six-pack. His round muscular arms. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. The vision of those muscles fucking me last night. Sweet Zeus! I will never get tired of seeing that!

He starts to walk to me. His gait is strong, and in his boots, it's with full-on cowboy swagger.

I can't help but continue my admiration of his perfection.

His big thighs flex and ripple under the tight, wet jeans.

The small patch of hair on his chest and the small line of hair that runs from his navel down then disappears under his waistline makes my mouth water.

As he approaches, his eyes look for me, but I'm shielded by the truck. I begin to unbutton my shirt, so when I come into view, I take it off too. He walks around the front, and when he rounds the corner, I wad it up and throw it at him. "Asshole!"

He ducks, catching it, then frowns as he tosses it on the hood. I fold my hands over my chest, toss my mane, stick my nose in the air and turn my back, pouting. His voice drops. "Hey, I was only playing too. Don't be mad."

I twirl around quick, point at him, teasing, grinning wickedly. "Ha! Gotcha!"

His face changes instantly to a wicked grin, too, and he lunges for me. I dart away, sprinting, trying to escape again, but he catches me quickly. His arms engulf me from behind, and I bend forward, laughing hard. He lifts me, and I keep running in the air. "Let me go! You big bully!"

"You're not getting away from me, Missy." He laughs and rolls me to ride on his hip. "Wiggly Thang!" He takes me back to the truck, opens the door, and sets me down, feet first.

I stand and take a step back, not wanting to poke him with my cold, wet bra.

He says in a low voice. "Look what I found?" He reaches around to his rear pocket. The movement pushes his pecs to my face, and I can't resist.

I nip him.

He flinches but grins as he pulls my ball cap out. "I'll just put it in here with mine for safekeeping." He takes his hat off and stuffs mine inside, then extends his arm to toss the hats on the truck seat behind me.

I smell his musky, masculine scent, and I stick my nose in his armpit, inhaling. "Mmm." I purr. "You smell divine!" The soft hair tickles my face, and I slide my arms around his waist.

He chuckles, then wraps me up. I feel him flinch as he squeezes me in a bear hug.

Then he leans away and stares down at me.

His voice is husky when he says softly. "Your bra is soaked.

We better take it off so it can dry. We don't want you to catch a cold.

" He doesn't wait for my answer, and he doesn't bother to unhook it.

He pulls the front out and up. My tits spring free, bouncing.

He lifts it over my head and tosses it on my shirt on the hood of the truck without looking.

The warm air caresses my freezing breasts, and my nipples are taut, rock hard, and super sensitive.

He hums in his throat. "I need to warm them up. "