Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3) Page 2

  “Thank you,” I say, as he hands me the glass.

  “Don’t mention it,” Daniel replies.

  “It looks like it is just you and me. Two strangers who are all alone,” I say.

  God he’s sexy.

  “It looks like that. I hope you won’t get bored,” Daniel says.

  “I am sure I can find something to keep me occupied,” I reply smiling.

  “The house is plenty big enough, there is the pool and the gym if you want,” Daniel says.

  His lips are so delicious. And bedroom eyes…

  “Maybe some other time, I have had a bit too much to drink today.”

  “That makes two of us,” Daniel replies.

  I finish my glass. My head is swimming slightly.

  “I think I am going to lay down for a while,” I say.

  “No problem, just take it easy, Jenna.”

  I stand and walk to the stairs. I wobble slightly. I make my way up to the bedroom and open the door. I fall on the bed and gaze at the ceiling.

  The warm feeling in my stomach begins swirling. My body starts to feel warm thinking of Daniel.

  I would never cheat on him like mom does.

  I close my eyes and wonder what he is like in bed. I can’t believe he is no good, according to her. Mom is just the sort of person to cheat on anyone. I feel myself becoming horny as I see his ripped muscles in my mind. I fumble with the button on my jeans. It pops open. I pull down the zipper and lift my ass from the bed. I pull at them and slide them over the soft skin of my ass. I throw them to the floor and slide my thumbs inside the elastic of my panties. I pull them down slowly. My panties pull free from my pussy.

  I run my hands over the milky, white skin of my inner thighs, and my fingers rub over the velvety skin of my damp pussy. I close my eyes and imagine Daniel stripping before me.

  He lowers his pants. His manhood swings between his muscular legs. His fingers tighten their grip around his large cock, and I see his shaft twitching as his grip tightens and his face moves to the pleasure zone. The full extent of his arousal is evident. His hand moves back and reveals the hard head of his cock.

  I slide my finger into the door of my own femininity, my moist cunt drawing my finger deeper into me. I slide my other hand up the inside of my top and caress the pink nub of my left nipple. I harden under my own explorative touch. I drive more, feeling the softness of the depths of my undeniable arousal. I rock my hips in a horny want for this older man, my stepfather. My hand slaps hard against my body.

  I withdraw my finger and push it firm on my aching clit. I feel it swollen and harden as my finger frantically sways from side to side. I bite my lip in ecstasy.

  I imagine Daniel standing between my hips, he rubs the head of his large cock against my throbbing clit. He pushes his hips forward; then my wanting cunt spreads as he eases himself inside the warm flesh of my hot wetness.

  I enter two fingers inside my soaking arousal. The effects of the whiskey numbing my inhibitions. My hand moving as if it is a robotic arm… in a perfect rhythm. Deep into my wetness as I look across the room.

  “Ohh!” It feels so good.

  My eyes hit the full-length mirror. Daniel stands watching me and he is rubbing the bulge in his pants. I watch in ecstasy as he rubs himself harder. The reflection of his gaze fixed firmly on my hand that is pounding itself into my soaking wet arousal. I pull my top from over my head. My heaving breasts wobble as my hips buck beneath my thrusting fingers. I look to the mirror and lick my lips. I pinch my hardened nipple, teasing him more. My juices flow and I moan at the sensation of me touching me, while he watches it. Daniel steps closer to the open door and those bedroom eyes make me wetter still.

  I look at his pants and see his arousal pushing hard to get free. The outline of his shaft laying solid against his leg. I moan. I rock my hips frantically in rhythm with my thrusting fingers. My aching cunt on view, just for Daniel.

  I spread my legs as wide as they go. The rose-colored folds of my pussy wanting his touch. My clit throbs and aches as I finger myself, slowly, slowly, making it last.

  “I can see you, handsome,” I say to Daniel.

  “Sorry, I was just passing through,” he replies, still with a hand on his erection.

  “Don’t apologize, just get your fucking horny ass in here.” I coo.

  Daniel

  Jenna catches me watching her in the mirror. I feel a small amount of shame. Not for watching, but for being caught. She told me to get my ass in the bedroom, and I was not going to miss this opportunity. Her perfect cunt looked so wet and inviting, I couldn’t wait to bury my face in it and lap at her young, womanly nectar. I walk in the bedroom and stand at the end of the bed. Jenna moves up to greet me.

  “Did you enjoy watching?” she asks biting her lip-glossed, pink lip.

  “Hell yeah, I was really turned on. I am really turned on, Jenna.” My cock is rock-hard and wanting to be set free.

  “Let’s see how much you are turned on,” Jenna says with a cheeky grin.

  Fuck, this is pure heaven…

  She grabs hold of my belt and pulls me closer to her. I can smell the musk of her flowing juices as she lifts my shirt over my head and takes my body in. Her hands run over my muscled chest and the hard slab of the muscles in my stomach. She pulls at my belt buckle and my pants fall to the floor. Her hands rub over my bulging arousal in my boxers. She tugs at the waist and pulls my firm buttocks free from them. She wants me so bad, and I want her like I want air. My manhood twitches, beckoning for her.

  “Mmm, you are excited,” Jenna says.

  “It is all from you,” I reply.

  “Fuck my mouth,” she whispers as she climbs back onto the bed.

  “Really?”

  “Aha.”

  Jenna lays on her back and hangs her head from the edge of the bed. I step closer. My hard shaft aching and throbbing to be in her hot mouth. She opens her mouth, and I slide the head of my cock in between her hot, glossy lips. She wraps her mouth tight around my cock as her tongue swirls around my sensitive tip; my hips quiver as her tongue swirls over me, like I’m ice cream.

  I close my eyes and slowly ease myself into her mouth more. Jenna sucks hard as I drive my erection deep to the back of her throat. I can’t help myself. She sucks hard and gasps for breath. Her eyes water as I begin rocking my hips and groaning. She holds onto my ass and I feel better than I’ve ever felt. My hardness goes deep in her hot, wet mouth. I hold my cock against the back of her throat; I feel her gag as I slowly pull back my shaft.

  “Oh, fuck,” Jenna says wiping her mouth.

  She opens her mouth and grabs hold of my cock with her hand, she guides me back into her mouth as I drive my cock in up to the hilt, again. I hold it there as I lean forward and rub my fingers against the door of her arousal and into her moist cunt.

  Fuck she’s better than nice. Naughty…

  I rock my hips and slide my fingers wantingly into the dampness of her tight cunt. I push my fingers hard as Jenna’s hips buck beneath my ramming fingers, moaning in pleasure. Her fingers tighten around my shaft as she rhythmically begins stroking the full extent of my arousal. I thrust my horny shaft like an animal into her mouth as my fingers enjoy ravaging her tight, clenching pussy.

  Jenna groans as my probing fingers withdraw and turn their attention to the pink-tipped nub of her hardened clit. I pull my hard cock out from her mouth. She quickly gasps for air. She tightens her hand grip around my cock and thrusts back and forth frantically. Next, she locks her lips tightly under the head of my cock; her tongue dancing over the slit as she sucks harder, making me gasp out loud. I make short thrusts, the tip of my cock fully tantalized by her mouth and her swirling tongue. I press my wanting fingers deeper inside the clenching walls as be both breathe and moan in delight and craving lust.

  I cup and massage her brazenly exposed breast. Her hard nipple teased between my fingers. Fuck she’s perfection. I pull my cock from her mouth and step back from her.


  I want to taste those sweet juices I can smell,” I say. She looks at me with puppy dog eyes and then she lays back ready for me, breathless.”

  Okay… well now that I have an erection I can do absolutely nothing about right now, I better flip the page back to page 9. Fuck, I need to get a more private office. Think of something not sexy… Sumo wrestlers eating pizza should do it…

  "Why do chicks read this stuff?”

  Joseph

  “Times like this you need a break.”

  I’d give anything right now to go back to last week. Back to page 9 of that romance novel. But no, instead, I stand here with Simon’s gun pointed at my head. I know he was confused about who was who. I look at Beau who is knelt with his hands on his head. Ty is bleeding out next to him with Cally holding her sweatshirt against his wounded shoulder. He’ll be fine.

  Two problems will be sorted today, one… mine from a few years ago when I was assigned to take out Simon James, and two which is Ty’s pet hate. Drugs.

  Harvey, had been in cahoots with Ty’s old precinct boss and tried to frame him, and since then, Harvey had started producing the new Kisses drug which was flooding the streets. Today was going to end badly. It was guaranteed.

  “I’m not sure what sort of freaks you three are, but one of you know how to get my fucking money back,” Simon says.

  “Yeah, and one of you is Ty, I should just end you all and be done with it,” Harvey says waving the gun at Beau and Ty.

  The end was nigh. All the truth was going to come out. We were there in a stalemate. None of us was saying who was who, and they had no idea what to do.

  I glance at the clock on the wall. The second hand was reaching the twelve. Any time now.

  Five seconds. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  Three

  Two

  One

  There was a ruffle of the curtain on the stage. I see Cally and Shona staring in surprise. Stacey staggers out from behind the curtain. She is wobbling as if drunk; a bottle of bourbon hangs from her hand.

  She steps from the stage and takes a huge swig from the bottle as she approaches Harvey. Stacey begins to cough and spits alcohol all over Harvey.

  “You dumb broad, watch what you're fucking doing,” Harvey yells.

  “Sorry, Sir. I am so bad,” Stacey says,

  She lifts her arm and places it on his shoulder.

  “Let me make it up to you, I will show you a good time,” Stacey says, with a wink.

  The bourbon runs out from the bottle she’s holding behind him… all down Harvey’s back.

  “Jesus H Christ, I am soaked now, you stupid cunt,” Harvey yells.

  Stacey puts the bottle on the floor and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

  “Anyone got a light,” she says holding the cigarette to her lips.

  “Someone give her a light and get her out of here,” Simon says.

  “I have a light in my pocket,” I say.

  “Hey, Blondie, get the lighter from his pants, for fuck’s sake,” Simon says, getting angrier.

  Stacey walks toward me and reaches into my pants pocket. She takes the lighter and begins to light her cigarette as she turns to Harvey.

  “Those things will kill you,” Harvey says as he wipes the bourbon from himself.

  I watch as Stacey flicks the lighter, and the flint sparks. The lighter bursts into flames. Stacey begins to raise it to her cigarette and looks at me out the corner of her eye. She tosses the lighter to Harvey. His bourbon soaked suit bursts into flames.

  Harvey flails at himself wildly trying to put out the fire. I slip my fingers inside my sleeve. I can feel the steel tip of my knife. I slowly slide it up to my fingers as we watch Harvey running around screaming, burning.

  “What the fuck is all this!” Simon says as he stands behind me, getting nervous watching his buddy scream.

  I grab the handle of the knife and spin toward him. The blade caresses his neck.

  Simon looks at me and smiles.

  “You think you are safe…” he starts to say.

  He holds his hand to his neck and then holds it out in front of him. The crimson colored blood is dripping from his fingers. Harvey has rolled the flames out and is lying in shock on the floor.

  “What have you done,” he says going pale.

  “What I should have done years ago,” I reply.

  Simon falls to his knees. His body lurches forward and hits the wooden floor. A large pool of blood runs from his lacerated neck. Harvey has finished screaming, and his charred remains smolder on the floor. He is gone.

  “Sorry about the fucken mess Beau,” I say.

  Beau helps Shona to her feet.

  “Fuck the mess, we have to get Ty to the hospital,” Beau says.

  “What the fuck just happened?” Cally says looking away from the two dead bodies.

  Ty coughs, and a trickle of blood rises from his mouth, “We have just saved a boat load of shit from happening,” he says.

  “I don’t understand, what is Stacey doing here?” Shona asks.

  “I have been sort of seeing Stacey on and off at Tina’s club,” I admit.

  “I don’t mean that, she has just torched a guy,” Shona says still shocked.

  “As soon as I heard you and Cally were in trouble, I just had to help,” Stacey says.

  “You did it as if it was nothing?” Shona says plainly.

  “Hookers have to hide emotions, I just did that in a different situation,” Stacey replies.

  “We need to talk, but now we have to get Ty to the car,” Shona answers.

  We lift Ty to his feet. The blood has slowed but he is too weak to walk. Beau lifts him over his shoulder and walks to the door of the club.

  “You have my cell Stacey?” I ask.

  “Here you go,” she says handing me my phone.

  I dial the number. “Conor, where are you?”

  “I am ten minutes from the club,” he replies.

  “Good. Lock the front doors and don’t let anyone in,” I say.

  “Okay, but why?”

  “There is a bit of a mess at the bottom of the stage; I have to get Ty to the hospital,” I explain.

  “I will take care of it,” Conor replies. My right hand man.

  We exit the club. We lift Ty into the back of my car and I quickly jump into the driver’s seat. Stacey climbs into the passenger side, and Cally squeezes herself next to Ty.

  “Are you two coming or are you staying here?” I ask.

  “We will help Conor clean this mess up, we will see you later,” Beau says, holding Shona.

  “I will keep you updated,” I reply.

  The doors close and we head toward the hospital.

  “Ty, don’t fall asleep,” Cally screams at Ty.

  “I need the cell,” Ty says.

  I pass my cell to Ty, I can see in the mirror he can’t focus on the numbers.

  “Cally, make the calls for Ty,” I shout.

  “Who am I calling?” Cally asks.

  “Bob, tell him the guys have to hit the clubs,” Ty says, weaker now.

  I hear Ty say the number. Cally dials and passes on the message.

  I know within the next thirty minutes, there will not be a club or bar that is in a position to deal Kisses. Ty had been waiting for the holiday weekend, but it now looks as if his plan has been pulled forward prematurely.

  “Yang, call Mr. Yang,” Ty says as his eyes close.

  “Ty, stay with me honey,” Cally says, rubbing his face.

  Ty regains consciousness and he tries to stay awake.

  Cally dials the number. “Mr. Yang, is he there?” Cally yells into the speaker.

  “Who calling?” the voice says on the loudspeaker.

  “Tell him it is Cally, it is urgent.”

  “Hello, Cally. How can I help?” I hear from speaker.

  “Mr. Yang. Ty has been shot. We are on our way to the hospital.”

  “What you want from me?” he asks

  “Ty
says, hit the production sites now.”

  “Okay, done. Now, you look after your man. He good man,” Mr. Yang says as he hangs up the call.

  I have no idea how Ty managed to find the production plants for the drugs, and to get the Chinese to help. That is a stroke of genius.

  “How long?” Stacey asks.

  “Five minutes. Don’t let Ty sleep,” I yell out.

  “Ty, wake up baby,” Call yells as she shakes his head.

  “I am not going anywhere,” Ty murmurs softly.

  I can see the hospital entrance. I screech into the emergency gate. Some hospital staff are outside the doors chatting.

  “Gunshot wound, right shoulder. Clean exit,” I yell.

  The staff grab a stretcher and lift Ty from the car. We rush into emergency, and they wheel him into the operating room.

  We sit and wait outside. I look at Cally and she is sitting motionless. Stacey sits beside her, hugging her and calming her.

  “He will be fine,” Stacey says.

  “I hope so,” Cally replies.

  “I here you two are a real item now.”

  “Can you believe today is the day I moved in with him?”

  I can see they are very close. It is obvious that the two of them and Shona were good friends at Tina’s Place.

  The doctor comes from the operating room and approaches us.

  “Ty will be fine, it looked worse than it was, he has just lost quite a lot of blood,” the doctor explains.

  “How long will he be here?” I ask.

  “A couple of days, maybe three, just to get his strength back,” the doctor says. She has a wide smile that calms us all.

  I look around and see a girl walking toward us. I recognize the long slender legs, and huge breasts. That long, jet black hair is flowing behind her as she moves in our direction.

  “Bell, what are you doing here?”

  “Hi, Joseph,” she says.

  “Times like this you need a break.”

  Stacey

  “Decisions are a part of life, I guess.”