Bombshell: A BWWM Billionaire Amnesia Romance Suspense Novel Page 7

  It wasn’t crumpled like a napkin used to wipe one’s hands, but folded neatly as if it had a greater meaning. She pulled the napkin out and carried it out of the dark closet into the light of the well-lit room. She read the handwritten words on what was clearly a cocktail napkin.

  Tina Sanchez

  951-555-5512

  I have a twin sister.

  She blinked. Why would her fiancé have a woman’s phone number written on a cocktail napkin in his pocket? She might not remember who she was or anything about her life prior to one day ago, but she knew she hadn’t just fallen off a turnip truck either. Heat prickled up her neck. That’s why he wouldn’t touch her. He was cheating on her. The bastard.

  After memorizing the telephone number, she stuffed the note back where she’d found it, then closed the closet door behind her, leaving it the way she’d found it. She walked over to the window and looked at the beautiful view, but even the light bouncing off the creek at the bottom of gently sloping wildflower encrusted hill couldn’t stop the depression from settling in on her and crushing away all her happiness.

  She found a blanket in a closet and lay on top of the bed, curling up in the blanket and trying to hold back the tears. It wasn’t fair. How could she be happy? She couldn’t remember anything. She’d somehow landed a rich and handsome guy, but he was a jerk, a philanderer, a cheater. She couldn’t possibly love him, or if she did, she’d have to let that go.

  A new set of emotions blossomed. Anger, determination, revenge. If he was trying to shut her out, to end the engagement, to leave her with nothing – she’d make that darn hard. He wouldn’t dare dump her as long as she was still suffering from the injuries caused by the accident, would he? He couldn’t leave her alone to fend for herself when she didn’t know her former address, or what she did for a living, or the name of a single friend?

  Having determined to do whatever it took to hang on to him and the protection he offered, until such time as she could say, “I do,” and then milk him in a divorce, she felt the pain throbbing at the back of her head subside, and she fell into a restless sleep.

  ~~*~~

  MERRICK’S POV

  Merrick almost didn’t go back to check on Bombshell, but she’d been asleep for almost two hours, and he was beginning to worry about her. Determined not to let himself get that close to her again, he had a plan, an explanation for being standoffish.

  “Bombshell,” he said as he walked into the room. He expected to see her curled up in bed, or sitting in a corner reading one of the books from the shelves. He didn’t expect to hear her voice calling to him from the bathroom.

  “Oh, Merrick, I’m glad you’re here. Can you help me?”

  “Of course,” he said and walked into the bathroom. She was in the tub, naked. “Sorry,” he said, averting his gaze as he walked away.

  “Don’t be silly, Merrick. We’re engaged, aren’t we? I’m sure you’ve seen me naked before.”

  Merrick didn’t move.

  “I need you to lend me a razor. Do you have one I can borrow, please?”

  “Oh, of course.” Merrick went to his kit bag and rummaged for his Mach III. He handed it to her without looking at her.

  “Why are you being so shy, silly? Come closer.”

  Merrick inched towards her, his hand out. She pulled her breasts out of the sudsy water and leaned forward to take the razor. He turned his head and dropped it into the water.

  “Sorry,” he blurted. “I’m sorry.”

  “What’s wrong, silly?” she said. “Come back.”

  “Bombshell, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

  “Can it wait until I shave my legs?”

  “Well, yes, I suppose.”

  “Then you better get that razor for me,” she said. Bombshell could tell by the sweat breaking out on his brow that she had him by the short hairs. “I can’t reach that far. Can you get it for me, please?”

  Bombshell had used her hands to move the razor under her butt.

  Merrick knelt down next to the tub, and she saw him gulp as he put his hand in the water. He started at the far end by her feet and felt around. It was so sudsy, considering she used almost a full bottle of shampoo, that he couldn’t see it.

  “Where is it?” he asked, still looking extremely uncomfortable.

  “Farther up. I thought I felt it just below my knees.”

  Bombshell held her breath as he took the bait. The water sloshed as he moved his arm around, and they both gasped a little when his arm brushed against her lower leg.

  “A little higher,” Bombshell said, her voice coming out in a rasp.

  He stopped averting his eyes and let them fall onto her breasts, which rose proud and large above the foamy peaks of suds. His discomfort faded away, and his eyelids closed halfway as his blue eyes turned stormy grey.

  He turned his body to get a better angle and, without taking his eyes off her, leaned over her and moved his hand slowly up the tub. Bombshell felt herself going wet, deep inside where the bathwater couldn’t penetrate.

  “You’re getting warmer,” she said with a coy and sexy smile. “Warmer, hotter, hotter, oh God, so much hotter.” She licked her lips and held her breath, lifting her ass slightly off the porcelain. He was almost there, his fingers so close to her entrance. She watched his eyes spark and saw his lips part.

  He pulled his hand away suddenly, sloshing water over the rim of the tub. “Oh, guess it’s not here,” he said. He was teasing her.

  “No, colder, colder, freezing, please.”

  “You mean, more this way,” he said. His hand landed on her wet knee, and he didn’t let go, moving his fingers slowly until the heat grazed the sensitive skin under her knee.

  She sucked in a breath. “Warmer,” she said, her voice ragged.

  He smiled and moved his hand so it cupped the inside of her thigh. Slowly, inexorably, he slid his fingers down her leg, inching closer, ever closer to her sex.

  She stared at him, completely overcome with lust. If he loved her even a little, she could forgive him any transgression, past or future – so long as he didn’t stop. Her sex ached for contact, for his contact, and when it came, she gasped. Just his hand, resting on her opening, cupping her, warming her, made her crazy with desire.

  “Am I getting warmer?”

  “Yes, oh God, please, stop teasing me.”

  His body now loomed over her, one knee on the edge of the tub.

  She lifted her chest out and threw her head back, willing him to take a breast.

  “You’re beautiful, Bombshell,” he said, and then his mouth found a nipple. She pushed her chest against his mouth. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub and she pushed her body higher, moving into him, rocking her hips against his hand between her legs. He was killing her, driving her mad, making her want him so bad. She couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her hand around his neck and lifted her face. His mouth sucked on the other nipple, so she found his neck and latched on. His head moved, and then their lips were together. His mouth on hers. Her mouth on his.

  His tongue probed past her willing lips and teeth and met up with hers. They battled and danced and sucked. He pulled away slightly, so she groaned, her arms going tighter, pulling him back. Her teeth nibbled his lower lip. He moaned, then pulled away.

  “No, please don’t stop,” she begged.

  He put his arms around her and pulled her to her feet. She slipped as water dripped all around them, but he didn’t drop her. He placed his arms behind her back and legs, then lifted her up and carried her out of the bath. She leaned into him, her mouth seeking any part she could find, to lick and kiss and suck him. He carried her as if she was light as air, as she dripped all over his wooden floor.

  When he placed her onto the bed, she was naked, wet and starving for more. She propped herself up on her elbows and followed him hungrily with her eyes.

  “You’ve had a rough couple days. Interested in a little relaxation.”

  “Oh, plea
se,” she said, groaning as she lay back against the bedding. Slowly, he spread her legs apart.

  He knelt on the floor, and she groaned with pleasure as his hot breath grazed her sex.

  “Please, please,” she begged, and shifter her hips towards his mouth.

  She moaned when his lips made contact. Slow and blazing, he kissed her inner thigh, nipping at her entrance, probing and testing her edges. Moisture rushed to her pussy s she shimmied her hips, willing her sex onto his tongue. When his tongue dipped inside her, she almost came right there. Her hands fell to her breast, she kneaded and squeezed at the base, as if trying to bring forth milk.

  As his tongue dipped and probed, and his mouth sucked and sipped, she heard hiss groan of desire.

  “Your finger, inside me, please, Merrick, please.”

  “Yes, Bombshell,” he said, and then he did it. His finger now, inside her, swirling the juices that had built up for so long.

  “Oh God, you’re so wet.” Two fingers replaced the one finger, and he moved them in and out of her, slow and deep and bending around, finding her sweet spot.

  “Suck me too,” she begged. He obliged. His mouth found her clit as his fingers probed and fucked her. A tension built deep in her stomach, the waves were coming.

  “Oh, oh, God!” she said.

  Merrick’s cock hurt so badly in his pants, but he ignored it. She was so close. He sucked and batted her clit with his tongue as his eager fingers delved as deep as they could. When he felt her body stiffen and clench around his fingers, he knew she was coming even before she cried out.

  “Yes, Merrick, oh God.”

  When her body finally stopped quaking, he removed his fingers from her soaking center. Her legs collapsed beneath him, still vibrating, and he breathed in her scent. God, she smelled like heaven, sweet and spicy with a touch of summer. He loved how she looked at him, her brown eyes hooded with desire. He lifted his head to return her gaze and gave her a mischievous little smile.

  “Feeling good?” he asked.

  “Uh huh,” she replied, nodding her head as she chewed on her lower lip.

  “You want more?” he asked, teasing her. His face dropped down and he flicked his tongue along her inner thigh. She spread her legs apart, then straightened one leg out, pointing her toe above his head. He gripped her ankle. “I like this,” he murmured as he slowly kissed and nipped his way up her inner leg, stopping to suck on the sensitive skin behind her knee, waiting for her to moan.

  “Oh God, Merrick, please.”

  “Please, what?” he asked as he made a U-turn and drove his mouth back down her leg.

  “Please fuck me,” she said.

  Merrick’s cock was already hard as a rock, but it got even harder at those words.

  He put his face back on her clit, hoping to distract her as he reached down out of her line of sight and shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock launched itself, like a missile, creating a divot on the edge of the bed.

  “Please, please.”

  She was begging for it. He wanted to give her everything. But she didn’t know what she was asking for. He should show her, give a chance to change her mind, give her a chance to say no, but somehow he couldn’t do it. Every fiber of his being wanted her, wanted to be inside her, wanted to be surrounded by her.

  How many times had he gotten to this part of the night, only to see the girl’s eyes grow wide with fear before she’d inevitably say something like, “Sorry, Buddy, but there’s no way that thing will fit.” Even though he knew it wasn’t right, he pushed away the thoughts. He had to have her. She was begging him, wasn’t she? She started to sit up on her hands, her face curious. It was now or never.

  “Lie back, and close your eyes,” he said.

  Her eyes flashed with lust and she obeyed.

  “Keep them closed.” God, she’s beautiful. Merrick leaned over her body, his member just grazing her entrance.

  “Please, please,” she begged.

  His cock screamed at him to start, but Merrick needed to do something about her taut nipples. He leaned forward, taking first one and then the other in his mouth, suckling them with tantalizing possessiveness. She arched her back and moaned. “Please, please, I need you inside me.”

  Every part of him, especially his cock, wanted to give her what she was asking for. His cock stood like a battering ram, ready to break down the door. But her body, her breasts, her stomach, the way she reacted to each nip and kiss from his lips—he had to tease her a little more, to make sure she was as wet and ready as possible. He needed her to accept him, to take him in, all of him, if possible.

  His hands gently kneaded her breasts as his tongue made a path down her ribs to her stomach. Her fingers groped for his head, then twisted his ear as she let out another moan when his mouth finally moved back to her clit.

  Oh God, she’s so wet. His cock throbbed to get inside her.

  “Fuck me. God, please… please, I’m begging you!”

  Merrick lost his composure, and all of his control. Kicking his pants away from his ankles, he lifted her legs up in the air, then pulled her hips to him. His cock met her at the entrance as her legs folded over his shoulders. He held on to her luscious ass cheeks and pressed. She still hadn’t seen the monster, so she wasn’t afraid. All he could think about was putting himself inside her. It was as if he was an addict and she was the drug. He couldn’t stop himself.

  She was so wet, he was past her entrance before he realized it. She groaned and her eyes went big, but she didn’t scream, or try to stop him. Maybe she could handle him? It didn’t matter now; he was lost, gone, caught up in the moment, unable to stop himself even if he tried. He pushed again and went in another few inches. “Oh, God, you’re so big,” she said.

  He paused. He could stop, if it was hurting her. He would. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, praying that she wouldn’t say yes.

  “Oh no, please don’t stop. I want you. All of you.”

  Something inside Merrick broke, all the seriousness, resistance, everything he’d ever held back. His fears of being abandoned again, of getting close enough to someone to get hurt, the part of him he’d been pushing down, password-protected, safe and untouchable, melted away. She wanted him. She wanted him. He groaned as he pushed himself another inch, fighting the resistance of her tight sex. But as he pulled back for another thrust, she clamped around him, as if she didn’t want him to leave. But he was so big, and she was so tight. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  He pulled almost all the way out and checked her face for signs of pain. But all he saw in her eyes was pure unadulterated need. She pushed her body against him, trying to push him deeper. “Please don’t hold back, fuck me, please, please.”

  The angle was off.

  He pulled out and saw the disappointment in her face.

  “What are you doing?”

  He put her legs down. “On your knees, Bombshell.”

  She turned over with glee, clapping her hands. “Yes.”

  He clambered onto the bed behind her and gripped her hips as he lined his member up to her entrance.

  “Don’t hold back, please,” she begged.

  He coated his tip with saliva from his mouth. This was it. All rational thoughts fled. She wanted it. He wanted it. His cock was in control now. He thrust inside her, then out, then in again, going deeper with each thrust.

  “Yes, yes,” she cried, encouraging him, pushing her hips against him in time with the rhythm of each thrust.

  “God, Bombshell, it feels so good. You feel so good.”

  “Deeper, more, harder, oh God!”

  She wanted him, all of him. It wasn’t hurting her, despite how tight she seemed. She wanted him. His fingers dug into her hips. He pulled her towards him, then thrust in as far as he could go.

  She let out a groan of pain, and he stopped, still buried almost all the way in.

  “Are you alright?”

  She sniffled, but her words came out in a sultry gasp. “Oh, God, Merrick,
more, if you’ve got it—take me, all of me.”

  His heart broke at her words, and he slammed the rest of the way in. Her head flew back and she let out a moan of pure ecstasy as she convulsed and throbbed around his stone-still cock.

  Her impatience grew to explosive proportions. “Stop torturing me, Merrick. Fuck me already, damn you.”

  He obeyed, for the first time in his life not holding back. With each thrust in, she moaned in ecstasy, their breathing labored as the passion pounded through them both. Together they found the tempo that bound their bodies together.

  “Faster, harder,” she cried out.

  Merrick was on it. He could feel his balls tightening as pleasure built deep inside him. She welcomed him deep inside her, clutching at him with her hungry sex. The pleasure was pure and explosive when it came, unlike any he’d ever felt before. The real world careened off its axis, and he saw stars. And still he pumped into her, letting her milk his manhood dry as he heard her gasping and knew that she too had reached sweet ecstasy.

  When his seed was all but released, he lay there, his mind fuzzy with bliss. Her heat clenched around his cock and he felt her body shivering beneath him. She wasn’t crying; she wasn’t screaming. He hadn’t broken her.

  He let his chest down on her back and wrapped his arms around her silky skin. His fingertips felt for the sweet mounds of flesh dangling beneath her. His mouth was hot as it licked sweat from her neck. She groaned and panted. He’d never felt more content in his life. With reluctance he pulled out of her, then they both slid onto their sides, panting as they lay side by side on their backs.

  ~~*~~

  Bombshell’s heart pounded hard in her chest. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure and soreness. The good kind of sore. She turned her head to look at the gorgeous man beside her. How could she have been so lucky? How could she have landed such a man? He was the perfect man; handsome, rich and well hung.

  Her breathing slowed and his hand reached for hers. Their fingers entwined, but she said nothing. That had to be the biggest cock in the word. She was lucky to have survived it. She’d not only survived it, she’d conquered it. He had seemed so ecstatic when he’d filled her to the hilt. She felt like she’d earned a badge, or membership into some secret sex goddess society. One of the few women in the world with a vagina plus-sized enough to take in all of Merrick Flynn.