Alpha Billionaire Series
Billionaire and the Barista Chapter 22

NATHAN

I lay back and laughed as Gabs collapsed against me. We lay there, limbs intertwined, panting, reveling in each other. I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her perfect sweet mouth.

"And to think I was going to get us a hotel room to do that in."

She shoved at my chest.

"I need to move." I needed to take care of the condom. Shit, it was torn up the side. I wrapped it in a napkin and placed it in a bag, pointing out that it was now our garbage bag. I lay back down and pulled Gabs into my arms. "I could stay like this forever," she said in the softest most satiated voice.

I agreed as I drew lazy circles on her shoulder while watching clouds drift across the blue sky. I don't know how long we stayed like that, arm in arm, naked in nature, not a care in the world.

Her stomach grumbled before mine did.

"Well, we did stop for lunch. I guess we should eat," she said as she pushed up into a sitting position. She pulled her shirt on, no bra, much to my pleasure.

I found my pants and pulled them back on. As we set up our picnic, I could help but think how perfect she was. She hadn't needed anything fancy to make today amazing, hell she had only wanted me.

"I should tell you," I began as she handed me a paper-wrapped sandwich. "The condom tore."

She paused momentarily. "Oh. Up near the top, or by the base?"

"Side, closer to the base." I studied her face. She didn't seem worried at all.

"I'm probably okay, right? I mean, I don't think I'm fertile right now. Not that I track that, but..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I guess I'll let you know if something develops, as it were."

"We can stop at a drug store and get some spermicide. If that will make you feel better."

"Actually, that would. Especially since I anticipate a repeat of this afternoon when we replace a hotel room." Her grin was wicked and sexy as hell.

After lunch I had her navigate us to a larger crossroads where we thought we might replace a town large enough with a chain drug store. I left her in the car as I ran in and purchased the supplies. Accidents happened, but we were going to proceed smartly about it. Back in the car, I handed her the shopping bag.

"This is more than some spermicide," she said looking into the bag. "Oh, you got massage oil and is this tingly lube for his and her pleasure. You went in there and got fancy. And more condoms," she chuckled, "with built-in spermicide. Smart."

Gabriella, the girl I had known would have blushed and giggled and been a lightning bolt in bed. Gabriella, the woman with me, was confident and sexy as hell. And in bed, she was the whole damned thunderstorm.

The sun was setting behind us as we drove through another small town.

"Why don't we see if there is a place to eat," Gabriella said. "And then we can replace a hotel for the night."

With the help of the map on her phone, we located the small downtown block of the town we had just been in. I turned around and followed her navigational directions.

"This is cute," she said with wonder as she got out of the car.

She wandered up the street as I put the top up and locked the car. She stopped in front of a restaurant, reading the menu they had displayed out front. "This looks good, shall we?"

Inside we followed the hostess onto a back patio with a large tree in the middle, and those Christmas light places liked to leave up all year long.

"This is magical," Gabriella declared as she looked around us.

She was magical.

Her company was as wonderful as she made me feel. Moving to Europe had been the worst mistake of my life. I should have come back for her sooner.

"This is such a cute little town," Gabriella said just as our waitress approached.

"Are you visiting, or just passing through?" she asked.

"Spontaneous road trip," Gabriella said. "You don't know of any bed and breakfasts in town, do you? It's that or replace our way back toward the freeway and one of those hotels for the night."

"Do I? My aunt runs one on the other side of the lake-"

"There's a lake around here?" I asked.

"We're just at the south end of the lake. Like if you kept heading east, you wouldn't even know it was there. But if you backtrack a bit and head north, there are a bunch of camping grounds and stuff. I could give her a call if you want?" "Would you? Oh, that would be delightful."

I didn't care what the room would cost for the night, not after seeing the look on Gabriella's face when she thought about a little lakeside bed and breakfast.

With reservations made, we enjoyed our meal, and I left our server a hefty tip for all of her help.

The B and B was across the street from the lake in a neighborhood of summer cabins and rentals. The aunt of our server showed us to our room, let us know when breakfast was, and said good night.

The room was small, but the bed was large and covered in pillows.

"There is a view of the lake," Gabriella said as she gazed out the window.

I slid behind her and pulled her against my chest. I didn't care about having a lake view. She was all the view I needed. I looked out the window.

"I don't see a lake," I said. I ran my hands down her sides, cupping her breasts through her shirt.

"Just through the trees, there, you can see the water glinting."

"I'm sure it's nice. But I'd rather look at you." I pulled her with me as I backed up to the bed.

The bed was soft, and we sank into it, wrapping around each other, and kissing. We rolled and the headboard hit the wall. Gabriella froze and stared hard at the wall.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Hand me a pillow," she said as she left my arms and stood. She took the pillow with her and began stuffing it between the headboard and the wall. "I don't mind having loud sex in a generic hotel, that's all anonymous. And the staff don't care as long as they don't get complaints. But that lady lives here, and there will be other guests at breakfast, and I don't need them to hear the headboard banging at all hours of the night."

I rolled onto my back, laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked as she joined me back on the bed.

"How smart you are. I never would have thought of that." I rolled over and pushed hard against the bed, rocking it. The headboard was cushioned against pillows. I was sure there would be other noises and tell-tale signs about what we were doing, but the headboard wouldn't be one of them.

I shifted and pulled Gabriella to me, sliding my hand under her shirt. I hummed in appreciation of the feel of her warm breasts against my hand.

"Thank you for not putting your bra back on. The way these have been jiggling have given me a raging hard on all fucking afternoon."

I pushed her shirt up and captured a tantalizing nipple in my mouth. We both groaned. I massaged her breast and twirled her other nipple in my fingers while I sucked and licked at the one in my mouth. She was so soft, so responsive. So, f*****g hot. Gabriella clutched at my head and moaned so softly. "Nathan."

Her fingers bunched in my hair, tugging, pressing. She began squirming, and I knew she was as hot and bothered as I was. I reached down and cupped her. She was hot through her jeans. It was a struggle, but I unfastened and unzipped her pants. She helped to wiggle them down her hips so that I could get access to her p***y. She was slick as I slid my fingers between her folds and circled her c**t.

Her hips bucked as I worked my fingers in and around her.

She grabbed one of the pillows that was left on the bed, and she squealed into it.

Giving her breast one last hard suck, I lowered my head and added my mouth to my fingers. I licked her folds and sucked on her c**t as my fingers stroked her. She lifted her hips in time to my actions.

I was hard as a fucking rock, as I sucked on her. I let go of the handful of ass I was holding, to open my jeans and fist my cock.

Gabriella curled around my head, as I consumed her. I fucked her with one hand and took care of my need with my other. Stroking, thrusting, and sucking. It was better than dessert, better than ambrosia, and this was just the appetizer of our night as far as I was concerned.

Her fingers in my hair urged me on, the rocking of her hips and her moans told me I was hitting the right spots. Her inner muscles grabbed at my fingers, squeezing them, demanding more from me. She orgasmed first, crying out into a pillow she bit into, slamming her fist against the mattress, and bucking against my face. Her coming on me inspired my own o****m. I grabbed the closest bit of cloth, her discarded shirt, and came into it. Growling my release into her pussy.

I didn't want to stop. I continued to thrust into her and suck on her clit until she closed her thighs hard around my head.

"Enough, enough, I can't," she panted out her surrender.

I eased up between her legs and smiled down at her. "I think our little test run of your pillow idea was a success."

She looked up and the headboard behind her. "Oh, I forgot all about that thing."