Brutal Heir (Billionaire Heirs #2)

Chapter 14

Sage

As I approach the Torres House, my excitement’s building. The sun’s going down in the distance, casting gold, pink, and purple rays across the sky.

A man on a tractor waves as he continues to mow, leaving a clearing that extends for a couple of acres. I wave back and continue along to my destination.

Along the drive leading up to the house, the mesquites and brush have been cleared away. The spacious area has nothing but bright green grass with the edges of the clearing lined with nopal. I can feel the weight of my foot pressing down on the gas pedal as I approach the house, and my heart races with anticipation.

The Torres House is exactly as I imagined it would be: a rustic ranch home sitting amid large, shady trees.

The stones covering the bottom half of the house are a mix of light and dark shades, giving it an earthy, organic feel. They provide a beautiful backdrop for the multitude of rose bushes lining the side and front of the house then disappearing around the corner. They’re in full bloom, the larger flowers bursting with color.

It’s utterly charming, and totally unlike the image I have of big, bad Ezequiel Mata.

I pull up to the house, enjoying the contrast between the rustic charm of the house and the ruggedness of the man himself. This is like stepping into a different world, one far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city I left behind.

I know why I’m here, and I know what he wants from me. But I also know what I want from him. He’ll use me as much as I’ll use him. I have to remember this is nothing more than two people wanting to get off. This is just a fling, a temporary escape from reality.

I reach back and unhook my bra, giving in to a sudden urge to shed all inhibitions. It’s not long before the hooks are free, and I pull the strap down one arm then another. I manage to maneuver out of the thing without too much struggling. Then I toss it in the back seat like I’d discard an unwanted wrapper.

I adjust the girls and take a deep breath before opening the door. The grass extends out behind the house. It’s cut short, likely for safety’s sake. I can’t help but think of what happened earlier, and a shiver runs down my spine. I scan the area, looking for any signs of danger, but everything seems to be in order. I finally feel safe enough to step out of the truck.

The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the earthy aroma of mesquite, something I’m finally getting used to since I moved to South Texas. I skim the edge of the lawn, reaching the rock -lined sidewalk leading up to the house. The door opens just as I reach the front steps.

“You’re learning,” he says, with a hint of satisfaction as he pushes open the metal screen. Another security measure common in the area.

I suck in a breath at the sight of him. He’s even more rugged and handsome than I remember, his chiseled features and intense gaze taking my breath away. He’s freshly showered, wearing a black-and-blue checkered shirt that hugs his broad chest, and jeans that fit him like a glove.

Why have I never noticed this about him?

I glance down at his feet and see he’s wearing socks. It’s a small detail, but it adds to his charm, making him seem more approachable and slightly less intimidating.

But as I look back up at his face, I see that his attention is focused on my chest. My nipples harden under his scrutiny, and a wave of desire washes over me. The dark promise in his expression sends a flutter of anticipation through me.

He holds the screen door open for me to enter. The safety and security of the door add to my excitement, knowing that we have privacy. We’re practically hidden away from the rest of the world.

I approach him and can’t help feeling like I’m about to walk into the den of a beast. He’s a head taller than me and normally ferocious, so I’d say I’m justified. Though I know what’s about to happen, and I can’t wait to see where this will take us.

As I walk past him, I catch a whiff of his clean scent. I wish I had the opportunity to shower. Instead I show up for a booty call smelling like I’ve been riding around in the truck all day. And maybe like he’s been riding me. The evidence of that last part is still on my right butt cheek.

The living area has comfortable-looking, overstuffed furniture and a big screen mounted on the wall.

He shuts the door behind me and, before I can even turn around, he scoops me close, walking me back until I’m pressed against the door. My anticipation turns into surprise at his sudden move, but I’m thrilled by his reaction to me.

The door feels cool and solid behind me, like a reassuring barrier separating us from the outside world. I can feel the heat of his body through his shirt, and I can’t resist running my hands up and down his broad back, reveling in the hard muscles rippling beneath my touch.

He cups my breast through the tank. “You did this for me?” he asks, his lips beside my temple.

The hard tweak on my nipple earns him a gasp as a wave of sensation shoots up to my temples.

“Maybe I did it for me,” I murmur.

His lips find my neck and I tilt my head back, a shiver running down my spine as he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin. It’s a heady feeling to be wanted this much, by a man like him.

He brings the tank up, pulling it over my head to leave my breasts bare to him. He fills his hands, covering me completely, bringing his thumb up from underneath to put pressure on just the right spot. I’m going to end up a puddle at his feet.

Never one to do things the easy way, he picks me up and pulls one leg around his waist as he presses me against the solid wood behind me. His mouth goes to my nipple. I’m left to hold on for dear life as I wonder how a man’s mouth can be so hot. How can his tongue licking at my flesh make me feel so good?

He switches, enjoying one breast then the other, making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. My pulse beats between my legs, and I’m nowhere near his cock.

He comes up, leaving a trail of kisses along my chest, threatening to burst that bubble of pleasure surrounding me. His lips are a breath away from mine. “Your turn to taste.”

With nothing more than that, he sets me on my feet then shifts his gaze down to my face. He puts his hand on my collarbone, adding pressure until my foggy mind picks up on what he wants. It’s got to be every porn watcher’s fantasy.

I sink to my knees, passing the hard bulge behind his zipper along the way. Sitting on my heels leaves me too low. So, as soon as he drags the zipper down, I straighten.

He shifts his clothes, letting his jeans fall away to revealing a huge, hard cock any woman would want to worship. I don’t get the scent of his body, only the clean, neutral smell of soap. I wrap my fingers around the base and take him in my mouth.

How did something this size fit inside me? Then I’m reminded of that burn of penetration the first time he went in. He’d worked me until I was slick, actually a lot more than that. It still didn’t prepare me for him. Or for the pleasure in the pain I was experiencing after so long.

He’s far enough in for me to be in danger of gagging. I swirl my tongue along the underside, learning the feel of him. A hum of deep-rooted satisfaction comes from somewhere inside him.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

As much as I love being in charge of my own decisions, I revel in the way he says it. I set my free hand over my left breast. I barely have the mental capacity to deal with both his pleasure and mine. I’m too far gone. He’s too damn big. And I’m too damn wet.

It’s when I get to my knuckle that I get that jolt through my body. “Ah.” What I half expected was him to pump his hips, choking me in the process. But he pulls up at the base of my skull, and I stand.

One hand is at my waistband. I push down on my shorts and underwear, shaking in anticipation. He brings me up, and I lose a sandal as I shake off the last of my clothes before he brings me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Condom,” I manage to say.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he says from between gritted teeth.

I have a fraction of a second where I feel him at my entrance, then he shifts his hips and thrusts inside me.

My entire body goes rigid from the sharp pain of that initial stretch of my pussy. He retreats, and I can feel the loss of him, as if there’s an emptiness inside me now.

“You’ll enjoy it,” he says pumping in and out of me, a hard rhythm where his body is hitting mine with a vengeance. “And when you’ve come all over my cock, which you will…”

Oh God, yes I will . I tighten my hold on him.

“Then I can think about pulling out.” I may have lasted a matter of seconds after that. I curl my fingers into the thick cotton of his shirt as my hips try to follow him every time he moves away. Then I shatter.

My cry fills my ears. My body’s spasming around his thick cock.

“F-fuck you, Sage.”

He presses his upper body against, breathing hard as he pulls out of my body on the last thrust, leaving me wrecked. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit right again.