Alpha Billionaire Series
Hot Mess Chapter 20

NICK

Kayla had been perfect at the charity dinner, but this party was a different beast. Here I had to mingle, chat, and make small talk. The charity event had been a red-carpet gauntlet with paparazzi and then sitting around. Tonight, she hovered near me like a nervous puppy. I had led her to the deep end and pushed her in a proverbial pool with sharks. No maybe about it, I should have started her off with a smaller group. Let her get used to the idea of going out with me. But I wanted her near me, with me.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the back patio. I was ready to take her home and strip off her clothes, but I had to chill. Had to be certain we were both wanting the same thing. The deck over the beach was probably the closest we would get to my idea of sitting under a blanket together watching the waves, having a deep conversation.

It was quiet on the deck, fewer people. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned my hip against the railing. The moon glistened off the waves as they made a constant hush sound against the beach below. "It's really pretty out here."

"I love the beach," I said.

"Why don't you have a beach house?" She leaned back against my chest. If I could stand like this and hold her and look out at the ocean every day, I would change my ideas about beach houses and get one. I shrugged. "Not a good investment."

She laughed. "And what do you know about investing? I thought you were an actor."

"I am multifaceted, dear Kayla. And yes, I know about investing in properties. I even know how to use the phrase wealth management in a sentence without cringing. But mostly, between erosion and fires, these houses are not long-term investments. They will fall or burn at some point. That's throwing away a lot of money."

"If you actually think in terms of throwing away money, then you don't have enough to lose on a fancy house that might not be there in five years?" "You are a smart woman."

She turned in my embrace and looped her arms over my neck. She pressed her softness against me and my body vibrated with restrained need.

I couldn't take my eyes off her lips. The way she smiled at me did something to my thought process. It was gone. I dipped my head and kissed her. I have no idea what my intentions were. The kiss deepened, and I consumed her. She moaned in her throat and tightened her arms around me.

I plunged my tongue in to meet and dance with hers. She matched my need with sucking and biting, everything a simple kiss was missing and everything a heated precursor to carnal desire was.

"You know, when you asked me if I wanted to get out of here, I wasn't expecting the deck. I thought you wanted to leave, you know, take me home."

"That's exactly what I meant," my voice was rough with lust. "I didn't want to pressure you. Out here was a redirect. I don't want to overstep our agreement. But I do want to take you home with me tonight."

She let out a breath through pursed lips. "Good, because that's what I want too."

"What the fuck am I doing out here then? Let's go."

She laughed as we ran through the party, darting around conversation groups. I picked up my coat from some kid at the valet stand, and moments later my car was idling in front of us. Once upon a time my GTO was a performance vehicle. I'm sure with the proper attention it could be one again. But I drove it for looks.

On the drive home, I pushed that car to its limits. It rattled and protested when I demanded more speed. The entire process of putting it in the garage and getting Kayla up to my bedroom seemed unnecessarily long and drawn out. Had this been one of my movies there would have been a convenient scene cut from a flirty kiss above the beach to stripping each other bare in my room. And that's what we did.

Once I started kissing her again, I could not keep my mouth from hers. She was promise and hope and s*x. We left clothes scattered on the floor. I had her bountiful figure seared into my memory. To see her in all her glory, to touch her was better than anything I thought I had remembered.

"Damn, you are so beautiful," I whispered. My voice was hoarse from pent up emotion.

We stood wrapped around each other, inches from my bed. I leaned down to rub my face against hers, to run my hands over her body. Her skin was so soft, she was like touching a cloud, but better, warmer.

"You really think so?" I could hear the catch in her voice. Someone along the lines in her life had made her feel like less. I was going to do my best to erase all of that.

"Kayla, what do you think? Ever since I first saw you. You are gorgeous, and I want to touch all of you."

She bit her lip, and a flush caressed her cheek.

I kissed the blush on her face and followed it down her neck to where it turned the tops of her breasts pink. I kissed them, wrapping my hands around their fullness, stroking her nipples until they formed hard pears.

"I want to suck all of you in, make you writhe with desire. I want to plunge into you until you don't know your name, but you are screaming out mine."

I stood and looked into her eyes. They were big and wide, and so deep I could fall into them.

She gave me the slightest nod. She mouthed the word, yes, but no sound came from her.

I caressed her cheek and guided her back until her legs hit the mattress. We tumbled back and I pressed into her. She twined around me, holding me close.

"Touch me, Kayla. I want your hands on me." I eased up onto one elbow and held her hand against my chest.

I pressed her hand along my abs and down to my c**k. She flinched.

I let go of her hand. I cupped her cheek and turned her face to mine. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

"Oh no, you don't. Look at me. I want to make love to you, and I want you to touch me."

She did that little nod again.

"I'm not accepting a nod; you need to say the words."

She licked her lips. "Yes, I'm nervous."

"Why are you always so nervous around me? This is just us. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," her voice was breathy. "You make me nervous because you like me. I'm not used to it. But I want it, I want you."

I rolled over her, pulling her leg up to my hip. My mouth sealed against hers. Her words were all I needed.

I slid my cock against her heat. She whimpered against my mouth. I didn't have patience for the play and teasing. My body wanted to be inside of her. I rolled away.

"Nick? Did I do something wrong?"

"You're doing everything right. I need a condom."

"Oh, right condoms. Totally forgot."

I paused and looked at her. Really looked at her. She was a siren luring me to my demise, and I didn't care. She could have me, drown me in her bosom, crush me against her curves.

I climbed back onto the bed, kneeling by her. My c**k eager and proudly displayed for her. "Help with this thing."

I ripped open the foil pack and held out the disk, ready to be rolled down my length.

She stared at my cock, and then lifted those eyes to me. When she bit her lower lip, I didn't expect her to lick me like a lollipop. But she did. I barely held myself up as her hot needy mouth took me in. She had barely been able to wrap her hands around me.

I braced against her shoulder, all sensation crashing into a singular point at the base of my head. She licked me and sucked on me. Balance was a struggle. Not thrusting my hips into her mouth was a struggle.

"Fuck, Kayla, that mouth of yours."

She drove me crazy when she kissed me, she was going to make me lose all control with what she was doing now.

"I wanted to know if you tasted as good as you looked." Even the words she said from the mouth were amazing.

I think I managed to grunt something in reply. A groan escaped my throat as she finally rolled the condom down my length. She had me unbalanced as it was, I practically fell onto her. Her legs wrapped around me, and I slid against her pussy. She was wet and ready. I slid into her slow inch after inch. I wanted to savor every moment as she enveloped me, took me in. Her hips thrust up and whatever control I had was lost. I thrust hard.

She whimpered and grabbed onto my shoulders.

I buried my face into her breasts as I stroked into her. This was heaven, her body was a perfection. Her cries only amplified my drive into her. Her inner walls clamped down on me, pulling me into her, milking my c**k.

Her orgasm triggered my own. We cried out together, clenched tighter, pressing our bodies into a single being. She was all that I wanted at that moment. She was my breath, my blood, my being.

Her head lifted back, and my name rang out on her lips as I roared, my body tightening, seizing, spasming, and releasing.

I pressed us together, hip to hip. Propping up on my arms so I could look down at her. She smiled at me like I was the sun, the moon, and the shining star.