Alpha Billionaire Series
Billionaire and the Barista Chapter 21

GABRIELLA

"Are you certain you'll be all right?" I asked Lacey for the hundredth time.

Between the anticipation of going away with Nathan and the unreadiness of leaving Robbie- something I have never done- my nerves were shot.

"Robbie has spent the night with me before," she said.

"I know, but I was always just downstairs, and right there in the morning," I whined.

"I have Mitch and Jenny on speed dial. Robbie will be fine. I think he'll be better than you," she said with a laugh.

She was right. I was the one who was going to miss my kid, while he was probably going to have a grand time. At the moment he wasn't even bothered that I was getting ready to leave, all of his focus was on his coloring. I knew by the time I got back I would have a handful of masterpieces for the big refrigerators' downstairs.

"Miguel is in charge downstairs while I'm gone. And Ricky will be around if you need anything."

I hitched my bag onto my shoulder and walked through the kitchen.

"I'll be back tomorrow." I gave Robbie a sloppy kiss, and he brushed me off. I was getting in the way of his coloring.

"If you want to talk to me..." I started.

"We will call. I promise," Lacey said.

With one last hug from Robbie, I walked out the door, down the stairs, and out the side door. I didn't even cut through the café. Safer that way.

Nathan leaned against a different car, this was big, SUV kind big, but it was a convertible. It was dark red and gleamed in the sunlight. "Wow, I like your car," I said.

"I remembered how much you used to love riding without a helmet, the wind in your hair. Well, I don't ride anymore, and I can't believe I ever did that without a helmet. Talk about young and foolish. Anyway, all the wind in your hair with the added bonus of airbags." "How many cars do you have?"

He shook his head and scoffed. "I don't have any. I'm borrowing this from my cousin."

"I thought the Jaguar was yours," I asked.

"Nope, one of my father's. I sort of took it over once I got back. My mother won't and can't drive it. Seems like a waste letting it sit around."

"I'm sorry about your dad," I said. I was never sure if I needed to keep saying it every time he mentioned his dad, but I knew how it felt. I wanted him to know I understood.

"Yeah, well, it brought me back to you." He gave me a slight grin. "Change of subject. Which way should we go?" He took my bag and popped open the trunk, tossed my bag in, and closed it again.

"I thought you had a big plan?" I asked as I took my seat and began buckling in.

"The big plan is to be with you. I thought we could be spontaneous and just go like we used to."

I stretched my arms up into the air and rolled my wrists around as if I was spinning a wheel of chance. Letting gravity pull my arms down, I pointed as my arm fell, landing on the top of the windshield. Not exactly in front, and not exactly to the side. "We should go that way," I declared.

Nathan cast his gaze around, pivoted his torso, and then looked at me with a grin.

"North-east, it is"

He was right, the convertible had the thrill of the fast wind, but all the safety features that we both apparently had grown into needing. I closed my eyes, the wind buffeted me, and I was thrilled at the sensation.

"What is out this way?" I asked.

"Farmland, fields, Indianapolis, eventually Michigan."

"We aren't going that far, are we? I have to be back tomorrow night," I said.

Nathan shrugged. His wavy hair moved with the wind, a smile on his face.

"Look at a map on your phone, see what there is."

I pulled out my phone and opened the map feature. We were still in the extended suburbs of St. Louis. It would be a while before we encountered another large city, assuming we did nothing but drive. If Nathan drove the way he had liked to ride, off the beaten path and off main highways would be where we would eventually end up.

"It's like every crossroads has a town," I said.

"People like to name Places. It's easier that way. I should have gotten a paper map and we could have thrown darts at it to replace a place to go."

We were finally well out of town when Nathan left the main highway. He pulled over at a truck stop.

"Why don't you go in and get us some sandwiches and snacks, while I fill up?" he suggested.

Inside I ordered deli sandwiches and loaded my arms full of cookies and chips, fruit cups, and other little snack-able items that we could turn into a picnic lunch. I also grabbed a case of sparkling water. And some homemade brownies for dessert. I piled everything on the counter when I noticed a shelf, low and out of the way full of folded camping blankets. Those would be perfect for a picnic, we could replace a wild field and spread out. "And one of these," I said as I ran and grabbed a striped blanket to add to my purchases.

"I thought I sent you in for some food? What did you buy?" Nathan asked as I carried my purchases back to the car and put the bags on the floor of the back seat.

"I got stuff for us to have a picnic lunch, including a blanket," I said proudly.

"What, no basket?" he teased.

"They didn't have any," I said in all seriousness.

He laughed as he pulled away from the gas station and hit the road again.

Every so often he would turn off the road we were on, taking us further and further away from crowded roadways and other people. Eventually, he pulled the car over. There wasn't another car or a building in sight. We were on a lonely country road next to a field of wildflowers.

I looked out at all the flowers and had a memory of a happier time, and time when we were carefree and in love. I had wanted Nathan to make love to me out in the middle of all of those flowers back then.

"Why did you stop?" Did he remember that day too?

"I seem to remember you and a field of flowers like this," he said.

I laughed and sprang from the car. I was out dancing among the flowers before he joined me.

"Let's have our picnic here," I said as he wrapped his arms around me.

He kissed me, and I leaned into him. He was everything and he was back.

He broke off the kiss. "Be right back."

He returned with the bags of food and the blanket. I took the blanket and unfolded it. Happy to discover it was even larger than I had originally thought it would be. Nathan placed our lunch down on the corner and then sat in the middle. I joined him and practically sat in his lap.

I sighed as I leaned into him. "This is almost perfect."

"What do you mean almost? It's you and me, and no one else in the world. No worries, no deadlines, no customers. Just you and me."

"When you put it that way..." I lifted my face to his and kissed him.

When he rolled me to my back, I went willingly.

I skimmed my fingers over his chest and down his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed his body to mine. We kissed and touched and held each other. And at some point, neither of us was content with caresses through our clothes. Nathan pulled his t-shirt off, and I had access to touching his skin. We rolled, and I straddled his hips. I pulled my shirt off and unfastened my bra. His hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples until they were hard peaks.

I reached to his waist and unfastened his jeans. I moved down his legs. He groaned. I don't know if it was in protest of taking his playthings away from him, or because I was stripping him the rest of the way.

His cock sprang forth, and he was hard for me. I brushed my hair back, tucking it behind my ears, and I looked at him. I wanted him. Wanted him more than I ever thought I could.

"Gabs," he said, reaching for me.

I loved the way that little nickname sounded on his lips. I lowered my head to him and took him in my mouth. He was warm and salty, and the groans he made gave me the confidence I needed to do this to him.

I licked and sucked and held his shaft firmly in my fist. His hips bucked as he tried to fuck my hand, my mouth.

With a laugh, I let go and pushed my jeans out of the way.

"Please tell me you have a condom," I said.

He was already reaching for his jeans and pulling out his wallet. A foil pack appeared, and he was tearing it open. I knelt above him as he rolled it down his length. He held his hand out to me and I positioned myself, again, straddling his hips. Slowly I eased myself down his c**k.

His hands were back on my breasts, and the sun was on my body. I had never felt anything so perfect, so decadent. I held myself there before I began rocking my hips and using my thighs to drive the action. "F**k, Gabs, you are incredible."

I didn't know how Nathan was able to form coherent sentences. I was barely able to make primordial grunts and whimpers as pleasure ricocheted through my body. His body under mine, his hands on me, this was bliss, this was amazing.

My inner walls began convulsing in time with our thrusts and rocks. Nathan abandoned my breasts and dug his fingers into my hips. Holding onto me as he began thrusting up against me.

I lost the ability to keep moving. I fell forward and braced against his chest.

"Oh, Nathan, oh, fuck, do that," I moaned as he crashed into me.

His expression was fierce as he concentrated and filled me. He roared and then he could no longer move.

I found my rhythm again and picked up the rocking thrusting motion, as he spilled his o****m. I wasn't quite there yet. He reached between us, and he found my nerve center. With a flick of his finger over my clit, I was rocketing star ward on my own orgasm.