Hands On: Bride of the Billionaire Page 5

  The rage returns. A fire starts to burn inside me. I snatch her phone from her and stuff it in my jacket pocket.

  “No,” I tell her. “I just saved your life, princess. And you’re not going anywhere.”

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  Bryce

  “Let go of me!” Lucy yelps as I pull her out of the crumpled G-Wagon. From the looks of it, it’s probably totaled. The whole front is fucked. It doesn’t matter, though; her daddy will just buy her another one.

  “Stop struggling,” I growl at her. She’s fighting with everything she’s got, but it’s nowhere near enough. But I’m sick of her thrashing around and just throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bike.

  “What the fuck is this!?” she shouts, pounding her fists against my back. “Let me go, you pervert!”

  “Pervert?!” I laugh. “Did you even notice the real pervert who was stalking you for the last half hour? You know where you’d be right now if I hadn’t stepped in? Probably zip-tied in a basement somewhere while that creep did who-knows-what to you!”

  Still holding her, I climb onto my bike and let her slide down onto the seat behind me. She tries to get off, but I grab her by both legs and plant her in the saddle.

  “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” I tell her, trying not to smile at the fact that she still believes she can escape me.

  “So you save my life and now you kidnap me?” she blurts out. “So what – you can do what he was going to do to me?”

  I glance back over my shoulder, stone-faced, my eyes firm.

  “I am nothing like that son of a bitch,” I tell her. “And I’m not going to hurt you. I swear on everything.”

  “Yeah? So what are you gonna do then?” she asks. “Make me some hot chocolate and bring me home?”

  Grinning, I fire up the bike and gun the engine.

  “Nope,” I tell her. “I’m gonna make you work off your debt.”

  I hear Lucy shout something at me as I hit the throttle and speed up the road. Her delicate arms wrap tightly around me, and I smile; it’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman on this bike with me. The last time was—

  Well…it’s been a long time and I forgot just how good it feels.

  It’s a cool night, and Lucy leans down against my back to shield her face from the cold breeze. I’d shield her from so much more – from the world if I have to. Nothing will happen to her now. I’m going to make sure of that.

  It’s not long before we’re pulling into my driveway. The gravel crunches under my tires as I stop at the gate and climb off.

  “Don’t bother running,” I tell her as I unlock the padlock. “It’s too far to run.”

  Lucy just glares at me, twisting her plump little lips into a scowl that could kill. I half expect lasers to shoot out of her eyes and turn me into a pile of ash where I stand. I get back on the bike, pull through the gate, and lock it behind us. Then I drive up to the house and park.

  “This is your place?” she asks with obvious contempt.

  “Sorry it’s not your mountaintop mansion,” I reply as I take the steps to the front door. “But my daddy isn’t a billionaire. And I’m not a spoiled brat.”

  “Spoiled brat!?” Lucy snaps, racing after me as I enter. “What the fuck? What do you even know about me, asshole?”

  It’s impossible not to smile as I turn around and face her. I don’t know whether I want to pinch her on the arm to shut her up or pull those gorgeous lips to mine and claim her with my tongue. No woman has ever had this kind of effect on me before. I’m all fucked up.

  “Lucy Winters,” I say simply. “Daughter of Peter Winters the hedge fund manager. Owns half of Grey Peak. Your mom, Bethany, doesn’t work. And neither do you, I’d guess.”

  Lucy’s face twists from scorn to surprise and then to shock. She takes a step back from me and glances around the living room – probably for a weapon.

  “So you are stalking me…”

  “Oh, shut up, girl,” I laugh as I kick off my boots and go to the kitchen nook. My house is small, but I’m not ashamed of it. It’s got all I need: a good couch, a comfy bed, and the woods at my back door.

  There’s only one thing I’m missing…

  “Excuse me?”

  “Everyone knows who you are,” I laugh as I put the kettle on. “You’re practically famous around these parts. I’m surprised TMZ hasn’t followed you out here already.”

  “And you?” Lucy replies, looking slightly embarrassed. God, she’s adorable. Those little short-shorts of hers have my cock bulging beneath my jeans.

  “Are you wearing panties?” I ask her. Her eyes almost pop out of her head.

  “Wha—what the fuck, dude!?” she stammers. “How the—?”

  “Do you really think it’s wise to walk around town in shorts that short without panties on?” I ask her. “Anyone could see.”

  I step closer to her – close enough that I can smell the shampoo she uses. Coconut, vanilla. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, cementing the scent in my mind. Then a terrible thought occurs to me and I open them.

  “Or is that what you want?” I ask. “For all the guys around town to see that sweet, barely-legal pussy of yours?”

  The sting from her hand against my cheek makes me smile. I didn’t even see it coming; she’s quick. But I do see the follow-up, and I catch her arm mid-swing before she makes contact. Then I step back to dodge the knee she was aiming at my balls.

  “Now, now,” I tell her as I spin her around and pull her close, wrapping my arms around her like strong, unbreakable chains. “There’s only so much abuse I’m willing to take before I get angry.”

  “Oh, and that’s supposed to scare me more than I already am?”

  “Don’t be scared,” I tell her, meaning it. Her scent is thick in my nostrils and I can feel her taut, young, perky ass against my thighs. There’s only a thin layer of jersey fabric over it, and all I want to do is tear them off her and bury my face in her sweet flower and lick her until she’s screaming my name.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks. She’s not bothering to struggle this time; she knows it’s futile.

  “Because I would never hurt you, Lucy.”

  “You’d just kidnap me,” she laughs.

  “Like I said,” I reply as I let her go, “you’re just here to work off your debt to me.”

  “The debt of saving my life?” she asks. “How fucking long do I need to work to pay that off? Until I’m thirty? Forty? Fifty?”

  I shrug, feeling my dick pulse with lust. She really is adorable. I’ve never seen a woman be so cute and so sexy at the same time.

  “If you’d like to. But I was thinking two days. So now I need you to call your parents and tell them you’re spending the night at a friend’s house.”

  I start to hand her her phone, but she just shakes her head. “My parents are in the Virgin Islands until next week.”

  A smile comes over my face as I put her phone back in my pocket. “Perfect. I guess it will be one week then.”

  A week of pure fucking bliss. My heart’s pounding with excitement as we stare at each other. I was sure I’d never bring another woman to this place – not after what happened. But I also never expected to meet Lucy and have her knock me completely on my ass.

  Life’s been hard on me – harder than most, but I’m stronger for it. I thought I’d be strong enough to go it on my own, and I was. But I wasn’t strong enough to resist her. No, I may have brought her here, but she has me all but on my knees for her.

  I’d do anything for her if she asked; she just doesn’t know it yet…

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