Baby For My Billionaire Rival (Billionaire Daddies)

12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Jake

I t’s our first lecture back and Caroline hasn’t even looked at me. We sit in our usual spots, listening to Fig give her breakdown for the semester.

I rest my chin in my hand, anxiously rubbing my jaw. How can I focus on the lecture when I haven’t seen Caroline in a month and she hasn’t even acknowledged my existence?

Furthermore, how am I supposed to make sense of it when her pretty blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, the scarf I gave her wrapped around it like two little tails to her shoulders? That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

On one hand, maybe it’s a sign she’s accepted the token of my affection. On the other, maybe she’s rubbing it in my face.

I knew the scarf was a bit of a risk. But, on my part, it was a very calculated one. I asked my mother for her advice without going into the nitty-gritty details. However, since Caroline visited the farm, Mama has been asking about her with a not-so-secret wish we’d become more than project partners.

“How do you let a woman know you’re thinking about her without making her feel like you’re forcing her into something romantic?” I asked as I helped her wash the dishes.

My mother cocked her eyebrow at me and smirked. “You’re a scamp just like your father, aren’t you?”

The scarf, we determined, was the most innocent expression of my thoughtfulness. Although, given the price tag, I’m sure to many people that would be basically a proposal of marriage.

And Caroline is wearing it. Right in my face, waving it like a flag. Whether it’s meant to surrender or warn, I don’t quite know yet.

Halfway through the lecture, I realize I haven’t retained even a word Fig has said. Caroline said that we shouldn’t continue our little affair because of how much of a problem it would pose to our program. If that works for her, great. But the fact we are pretending like nothing has happened has made things worse for me. Couldn’t there be a middle ground? A delicate space where Caroline and I can exist in the way we did that one cold night in December?

I notice movement a few rows forward, Caroline leaning over to whisper in Amy’s ear. She hands her something which Amy takes with a smile. Then Amy hands it to Schwartz next to her and on and on it goes. It popcorns across the room and then up to the row in front of me. I watch the parcel move, realizing it’s just a grade school style note.

It lands in front of Greg Pollard in front of me. He considers the note and then turns to look at me. “This is for you.”

I stare at the note. And then back at Caroline. She’s looking at me, finally, but her face is nearly blank and unreadable. Except for the tiny twist of the corner of her mouth.

I take the note, muttering a small thanks, and as soon as the paper touches my hand, Caroline gets up and leaves the lecture hall, ascending the stairs in her impossibly high heels.

Get it together, man , I think to myself. My hands tremble as I open the note. Worst case scenario, it says something about hating my guts. Best case…? Well, I don’t know if it’s even worth considering a best-case at this point.

I unfold the piece of paper and find a short note written in Caroline’s neat handwriting.

Meet me in the bathroom in 5.

My heart pounds in my chest and my mind races. Meet her in the bathroom? What the hell does she want with me in the bathroom? Is this some weird hazing ritual? Or does she want me alone? And which bathroom? The girls’ bathroom? Boys’ bathroom?

I swallow. Could it be the bathroom where she thought I was a maintenance man?

The only way to find out is to follow her instructions.

I bide my time impatiently. The second the clock on the wall indicates it’s been five minutes, I practically sprint out of the lecture hall. Not very inconspicuous, but how can I worry about that at a time like this?

I tear down the hallway, passing the men’s and women’s bathrooms before walking up to the door to the single-occupancy bathroom.

I freeze.

Come on… open the door…

I can’t. I simply can’t. Something is holding me back. Not an angel or a devil on my shoulder, just an anxious accountant who has tallied up the cost-benefit analysis and doesn’t think that anything good might await me beyond the door.

But I have to.

I finally bring myself to touch the doorknob. I press down on the long handle. It’s unlocked.

Suddenly, the handle is torn from my hand, the door flying open. Caroline appears in the doorway, her hand reaching out for the collar of my shirt. She pulls me into the bathroom, right up against her chest, and traps my mouth in a kiss.

I let out a surprise gasp into her mouth, her tongue sliding against mine immediately. I hesitate to touch her even though she’s kissing me. I can’t quite believe that’s the purpose of our meeting here. It’s too much like a fantasy. Surely she couldn’t have sent me a note to meet her in the bathroom for –

I lose my train of thought when Caroline’s hands slide down my torso and begin to play with my belt buckle.

Holy fuck .

I tear my mouth off of hers, lingering only an inch away. “Wait a second, just…”

Our eyes meet and the rest of the world drifts away.

“Wait,” I say because there’s nothing else to say. I want to wait in this moment with her warm brown eyes in mine, full of an indescribable amount of need.

Caroline’s hands remain on my belt buckle. She glances at my lips.

“What are you doing?”

She smiles like a little girl, full of unbounded excitement. “I’m giving you your Christmas present.”

My face goes slack with shock. So much so that I can’t stop her from continuing to work on my belt buckle. I hear the leather and metal clatter on the floor and still, I do nothing. I let her undo the closure on my jeans and hear the zipper unzip. Then her hand slides up against my briefs and…

“Holy fuck,” I whisper, nearly inaudible.

Caroline palms me through my underwear. My legs go weak, sending me fumbling backward until I land against the bathroom door, Caroline pinned up against me. “Is this okay?” she whispers.

I swallow. “Yes, oh my God, yes.”

As she massages my hardening member, Caroline presses a kiss to my jaw and then to the corner of my mouth. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all break.”

Relief rumbles through my body. I lean my head back and smile. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”

Caroline releases her grip on me, and runs her hands up my chest until they’re resting against my cheeks. We gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment before I can’t take it anymore. I press a kiss to her lips, long and winding. I don’t rush it. I’ve been thinking about kissing her for an entire month, I’d at least like to delay my gratification a little bit.

She lets out a moan against my mouth and I know there’s no way I’m letting her out of here without hearing her scream my name.

Or at least say it at a volume appropriate to keep us from being caught.

“We don’t have much time,” Caroline says. “So what do you want? What can I give you?”

A little part of me wants to say fuck it. Who cares what people think? Who cares if we walk back into the room completely out of sorts and Fig stares at us, and calls us out in front of everyone? Who cares if we don’t even make it back to class? In fact, what if we left right now? What if we went back to her apartment where I could have every bit of her for hours and hours and –

“ Jake, ” Caroline says teasingly, interrupting my fantasy. “What do you want?”

I swallow. I’m too much of a gentleman to ask Caroline to get on her knees and take me into her mouth. And though I want to taste her so badly, I want her to be totally at my mercy, in my bed, with her legs wrapped around my head.

Reaching back, I click the lock on the bathroom door and then nod toward the sink. “Lean on the sink for me.”

Caroline follows my instructions, the ponytail flouncing back and forth. I follow her, come up behind her, and press my lips to the crest of her ear. “I like the scarf.”

“Me too,” she says.

In the reflection of the mirror, I can see her reaction completely. And the grin on her lips tells me everything I need to know.

She wants me. She’s not going to hold back.

“I want to watch you,” I groan into her ear. “I want to watch you while I fuck you.”

Caroline’s smile is replaced with a lip-parting gasp.

I reach for the hem of her skirt, pushing it up over the white flank of her thigh. I suck in a breath as I reveal the buxom flesh of her ass, not hidden by underwear at all, only a tiny thong keeping her from being too exposed. My eyes lift for a moment to see Caroline’s reaction. Her chest is heaving, breathing a bit faster. Her eyes look into mine in the mirror and she smiles.

She likes it. And to further confirm this, she moves her hips back and forth, grinding them against my cock hardened in my underwear.

I inhale sharply and then smile. “God, you’re so sexy.” I flick her skirt up to her waist, pull her thong down around her knees, and then slide my fingers between her thighs, to feel her. And she’s wet. Dripping wet.

Caroline lets out a shaky breath. “You’re teasing me.”

“You don’t like it?”

She blushes.

I slide my fingers to her clit, and press on it with small circles. Caroline’s body jolts once and she laughs. “Jacob Leslie…”

I gasp with laughter, loud enough that someone walking past might hear us. I seal my lips together and shake my head at her in the mirror. “You’re bad.”

Caroline twists her head over her shoulder, snagging my mouth for a kiss.

Our tongues twirl, lips caress. Caroline reaches back, fingers tucking into my briefs. She tugs on them. I get her meaning, and pull them down for her, letting them idle on my hips with my jeans.

I slide one hand around her torso, copping a feel over her blouse. She’s wearing a bra this time, so I don’t get the full feeling of her breast in my hand, but it still sends shockwaves to my dick. “Want you,” I murmur into her mouth.

“Need you,” she whispers back.

So I direct my cock toward her, pressing the head into her entrance and sliding in halfway. Caroline gasps, her body leaning forward and hips jerking back. I watch her hypnotized expression in the mirror as I lightly pulse my hips, inching deeper and deeper inside.

“Do you remember me?” I ask, lips to her ear. “Does your body remember me?”

“God, yes,” she says.

I can tell it does, the way she stretches for me faster this time, the ease with which I find my rhythm. I hum into her neck as I start to thrust, bringing both my hands to her breasts for leverage.

Caroline’s soft huffs of breath are delicious. Underneath each one is a stifled whimper. I almost want to tell her to let go. I want everyone to know that I’m the one fucking her, bringing her pleasure.

However, I’m not sure we’re ready to be exhibitionists.

I nip at her neck, relishing the way she squeals with delight. Her head rolls forward.

I watch her in the mirror, see how her fingers cling to the sink desperately, knuckles growing white. Her hips shimmy back and forth on me, taking me as far as I’ll go. “Caroline, look at me.”

Caroline lifts her head again and I’m struck by her expression. Her eyes are slick, almost with tears. And her beautiful lips are blushed, almost distraught. It turns me on even more, the desperation and the pain she feels at the pleasure. My cock throbs inside her, the tightness squeezing pleasure from me with each thrust. That’s when I realize I’m inside her bare. Didn’t even think about a condom. Didn’t even mention it.

“Where do I come?” I ask. “Where should I – ” I’m cut off by a strained grunt, one I didn’t know was about to come out of me.

“I’ll take you in my mouth,” she offers. Caroline’s head lolls back on my shoulder.

“Not before you come,” I say.

She starts to protest, but I reach around her front and snag her clit between my fingers. Her eyes widen immensely and her body grows tense. “Oh God, oh God, Jake .”

Watching the way my name flies from her mouth in the throes of pleasure sends me so close to the edge I almost release inside her. “Shhh… Caroline, shhh…”

Caroline seals her mouth and eyes shut, letting out a keen that unmuffled would shake the walls. Her center clenches around me in such a way that forces me to retreat or else risk planting my seed. “I can’t –“ I balk, my cock stuttering onto her ass. “It’s – ah!” I come right there on her ass, marking her skin with the trails of my seed. There was no way I could wait for her to get on her knees before me and suck me off.

She laughs through the remains of her orgasm, glancing up in the mirror at me. I look at her apologetically, but she shakes her head. “I like that I make you feel so good.”

A smile hooks onto my lips. “Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I kiss her shoulder softly. “Let me clean you up.”

We are both quiet as I wipe my warm sticky cum off her ass. I try to be as tender as I can. “There, all done,” I say. I take her thong, slide it back into place, then roll her skirt back over her ass. “Like it never even happened.”

Caroline stands up, turns toward me and presses a hand against my chest. “I needed that.”

My heart falls slightly. Said truly like a woman who just wanted to get her rocks off. I can’t blame her. I don’t have less respect for her because of it. But this was a Christmas present. Nothing more. My stomach knots.

“Now, wait a couple minutes before you follow me, alright? You look all flushed,” she says, going to the door.

“You didn’t feel like you had to do that, did you?” I ask, my voice so soft I might be able to get away with not having said it at all.

But Caroline freezes.

“A Christmas present,” I say and then laugh sadly. “You didn’t have to do that just because –”

“If I didn’t want to do it, I could have gotten you cufflinks. Or a gift card,” Caroline scoffs. “Unless that’s what you would have preferred.

“No, no way,” I say, a tad too eagerly.

Caroline smiles. Warm and inviting. I want one more kiss. No, that’d be a lie, I want a million more. “Then, Merry Christmas, Jake.”

After I return to the lecture hall, I spend the rest of the time crafting my plan to make Caroline mine. Not just for a night, and not just for a quickie in the bathroom.

But for a long, long time.