My Billionaire, page 15
I just prayed that I got a chance to thank the billionaire.
39
Blake
Those few hours before the hand off were the worst of my life. They actually left me alone, more or less, but the way they talked, I knew that there was a very good chance I was not going to live through it. I just wanted to see Max again, and tell him how much I cared for him.
Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, we stopped the car.
“We’re here,” Mr. Fall said.
They had blind folded me again, but had taken it off again when we had finally come to our stop.
I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light.
“Get out,” Mr. Summer said, and pulled me out of the luxury vehicle. We were in a large empty parking lot, with large industrial building all around us. I could smell salt water, and heard birds.
We must be near the bay, I thought, and was pulled along by the large goon.
Nick got out of the Limo, as did Mr. Fall.
About two minutes later, an SUV pulled out from around the corner of and pulled up to about a hundred yards in front of us. After a moment Ron, Sonya and finally Max got out.
Max saw me and I could see his face fall.
“You’re hurt!” he called out.
“Oh shut the hell up Max, he’s fine,” Nick sneered. “Now, do you have the money? Or am I going to have to show you what your little butt boy looks like when he’s really hurt?”
Max clinched his fists and then he directed his full attention to me. “I’m sorry Blake,” he said.
I tried smiling, but I knew I was failing. “It’s okay man, maybe just pay the man though?”
Max nodded to Ron. The head of security had a silver brief case and held it up. “Inside is the money, and the paper work.”
“Remember, if there is anything I don’t like…” Nick said.
“We know,” Ron said, and walked towards us.
Nick nodded, and Mr. Fall walked to meet Ron. I watched with baited breath, but sure enough, they met halfway, and Mr. Fall grabbed the briefcase from Ron.
“Bring it here!” Nick called, his eyes one hundred percent focused on the briefcase.
That’s when I noticed it, a shifting of a shadow on one of the rooftops nearby.
“Now!” Max yelled.
The FBI vehicles poured into the parking lot, a half a dozen SUV’s in total. Feds jumped out, their weapons drawn. Mr. Fall dropped the briefcase and his gun and got on his hands and knees. Nick stood there in shock. Ron, Sonya and Max ran to me. Sonya grabbed the money, Ron had his gun aimed at Mr. Summer, who still had his gun on me. Mr. Summer hesitated for a second, and then dropped his gun. Max grabbed me by the arm, pulling me away from the goon.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said to me, his voice soft but steady.
I turned my back and started to walk after Max, following him back to our car.
“You think this is over? You whore! You won’t best me! You’ll never be with anyone else! You’ll be dead!” Nick screamed.
I turned to say something and felt my jaw drop. He had drawn his gun and was pointing it right at me. Everything moved in slow motion.
People were screaming out, and then I saw the flash at the end of Nick’s gun, at the end of the barrel. That’s when I felt something hard and strong slam into my side, and I was going down, knocked to the cement.
The gun barrel flashed again, but I hit my head on the ground and was dazed. There was more gunfire and I saw Nick’s body knocked backwards.
I heard a loud ringing and looked over at who had knocked me down.
Max. My billionaire had knocked me out of the way.
“Max?”
I called it out as the ringing got softer, and I rolled to check if he was okay. He looked dazed, and that’s when I saw the red pool of blood spreading underneath his white shirt.
“Oh God! Max has been shot! Max can you hear me?”
He nodded, and coughed, a bit of blood spilling from his mouth.
“No! You can’t die. I love you!” I started to cry.
“I… know… I love you too… my nympho,” he said, and then his eyes closed.
I collapsed on top of him, holding him tight as I started to sob, even as I felt strong arms grab me and pull me off of him.
40
Blake
“I feel like somebody hit me really hard with a panic. Like it fell on me,” Max said.
We were in a hospital room, and it was a week later.
He had recovered from the gunshot wound.
“Max,” I said, squeezing his hand.
“I love you too you know.”
‘So, what do we do?”
“This. Again. This time though, maybe without a contract?”
I nodded my head. It sounded right. “And I get to sleep in the same bed.”
‘You drive a hard bargain, but deal.”
“But you have to promise me to do just as much kinky shit as before. No wimping out on me.”
Max laughed. “Of course, my nympho.”
“And heal fast, I need my sugar soon.”
Max gave me a wicked grin and pulled back the covers. He was sporting an impressive hard on.
“Why don’t you hop on right now?”
I laughed and kissed him. “But what about the doctors?”
He shrugged. “If someone walks in…”
“It’s almost hotter,” I said, finishing the sentence for him.
It was true, we really did work well together. I thought about it for another five seconds and then pulled my boxers off. I was wearing a bright white pants. I slipped onto the bed, being careful not to put too much weight on him. Just seeing his wonderful erection had gotten me hard. Besides, it had been a week since I had sex. I was rearing for it.
I sighed as my ass adjusted to his perfect penis.
Still, very shortly after I started we were going hard, me riding him hard and making plenty of noise.
“This is just… This just perfect,” I gasped, right as I came for the first time.
“I… couldn’t… agree… more,” Max said.
I had not expected to go hard or long with Max. Not in the hospital, but Max had other ideas apparently. As soon as we had started, it was like he didn’t really want to stop, but rather just take a quick break. So that was exactly what we did. I took a breather, pulling myself off of his hard cock. I absently stroked him for awhile, keeping him nice and hard, and after a few minutes, my arousal had returned in full force, and after I wiped it off with a wipe, I began to gently suck his cock. Max let out a low moan and then grabbed the back of my head and began to thrust up with his hips. He throat fucked me fast and hard, and I could feel my own cock twitch as he kept going, pushing me harder and harder. I relaxed my throat as best I could, but it was even better than that, since I was still coming down from the glow that was my own orgasm. In short order, I was eager to be pleasured again myself, but my billionaire wasn’t finished with me yet.
“I’m close,” he grunted, and I moaned, eager to receive his load. He was not done giving me what I wanted, and I could feel his cock twitch, and I knew just how close he truly was. Which was why I didn’t stop, nor did he. I moaned louder, and he grunted as he thrust forward hard again, one last time, and then exploded, his load hitting the back of my mouth and filling it. I eagerly let some of it drip out of my mouth, but the majority of his tasty load I swallowed, eagerly. I wanted to savor it, since for a time there I wasn’t so sure if I was ever going to have the pleasure again of tasting him.
I suppose what they say is true; it’s only when you're close to losing everything that you truly realize what’s important to you.
I had already known that I loved him and the money didn’t matter, but it was there, fucking eagerly in the hospital bed that everything we had said to each other, all the love we shared in such a short period of time, felt like it was official. The sex in that moment was better than any wedding ceremony, and far more important, for both of us.
When I came up from his cock for air, Max kissed me, his tongue licking my chin, so he could taste himself. “No wonder you like to swallow,” he said smugly. I just kissed him more fiercly, and stroked my cock. He could see I was fully hard again, and smiled. “Let me take care of that for you,” he said.
“The doctor’s said not to push yourself,” I said.
“Well then, we’ll make sure that I just suck you off gently,” he said.
I thought about it for a second, and then nodded, smiling. “Deal.”
And it was a deal, and he didn’t need to put in a lot of work before he made me cum again, and this time he swallowed every last drop. I at least got to taste myself a little on his lips. My billionaire truly does know how to make me happy.
Now I know, all of this was a whirlwind, and falling in love with such a rich man in such a short period of time certainly isn’t… usual.
But I think that was problem, deep down. Doing things the usual way was why I had never been truly happy, and why I had never really known what would make me happy. Sure, finding love by being basically a live-in pleasure assistant wasn’t normal, but it had worked, and not just for me either, but for both of us. I think if I had not been so willing to be Max’s anything, he would have never have allowed himself to actually fall for me.
Epilogue
five years later, despite everything, we were just as happy as we were in the hospital room after we had told each other that we loved each other. We got married last fall, on a small island off the coast of France. Max owns it of course. Well, technically I suppose we both on it now. Now I know you're probably thinking, and I did sign a prenup. He was my idea, not his, Much to the relief of just about everyone that worked with him. That was actually a fight we had, because he didn't want one. I did it not because I didn't believe that we would last, but because for appearance's sake it made everything better.
At the end of the day, everyone was at the wedding. Ron was there, as well as Sonya, Nancy, James. Hans catered the whole thing. over those last few years they've become like family to me as well, and I'm grateful to have them in my life.
As for Max and myself, I wore a light blue tuxedo, and he wore a white one. It was as picture book and fairytale ask as a wedding could be, and thanks to Max buying a few key blogs and newspapers, no one reported on it. That's not to say that Max's uncomfortable being gay, but it just makes him able to only tell the people that he wants to. I honestly feel no different about it, and besides, I only work when I want to. Max is still as aggressive with his businesses ever, but he no longer get any death threats. At the same time, it's not that Max is less aggressive in his business, but I definitely think that I've had an impact to soften him.
It took him another six months after the hospital before he finally told me about Henry. It was hard for him, and was late at night when we had jetted off to the mountains for the weekend to snowboard. We were sitting in our private launch by a roaring fireplace, cuddled up underneath a sheepskin blanket, when he turned to me, and started to tell me everything. We talked for hours, or more precisely he talked for hours and I listened. When he was done, all he really wanted to do was to be held in my arms, and that was exactly what I did.
The sex is phenomenal as it was when we started. Over the years, the only real addition has been I dominate him more often, though I would still say I’m the bottom in the relationship, which works fine for both of us.
As for right now, it's just the two of us, but we both considered adopting. Sonya has even joked about being a surrogate for us. I don't necessarily want to open that can of worms, but Max hasn't brought it up to me so for now I'll just remain silent on the subject.
we now sleep as a married couple in the same bed, though we still try to make it into the playroom at least once or twice a week. It's important to keep the heat alive in a long-term relationship. At least for the two of us, and I'm grateful that we have the privilege of making that a priority.
When word got out that I was dating a billionaire, Clara came or out of the woodwork, talking about a great business opportunity she thought I would want to invest in. I listen to her voicemail, played for Max, laughed about it with him, and then deleted it. Sometimes the best revenge is to just take the high road.
She tried to more times to leave two more voicemails, but I deleted them without even listening to them. Sometimes it's important to let the past remain in the past. It's the only way you can really see what's ahead of you. And, for the first time in my entire life, I really do feel like I can see what's ahead of me.
The exact details are blurry, but I know that the most important thing of all is still there. Happiness. The truth of who I am. The man that I truly believe is my soulmate, standing right beside me.
Yes, it wasn’t the most normal way to fall in love with someone, but then, in this modern age, what is normal? We had a long road ahead of us, but I think both of us knew that we had the right person to help us on that journey. I could finally help fix all the broken pieces that made Maxwell Declan, well, Maxwell Declan, and he had plenty to show me too. After all, it was with him that I had discovered I was a gay man, and even five years in, there was still so much for me to learn. I loved the not knowing, and even though our sex life is amazing, Max has joked about adding in some extra men, and I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea. The most important thing though, is that we remain the most important people to each other. I’m grateful that we know, at our cores, that no one is more important to the other person than each other.
Of course, whether we had threesomes with other hot guys or not, or if we decided to have a kid or not, it didn’t matter when we did it. There was no rush. We had plenty of time together. for now, we were enjoying being newly married, and for the first time in both of our lives, feeling truly not just like ourselves, but living with someone that we could trust and count on, that wasn’t going anywhere.
Max had me, and I had him. At the end of the day, that was exactly what we both wanted, and we were both so grateful that we had it.
The End
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