Twins For My Bestie’s Brother (Billionaire Daddies)

20. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Jackson

T hey meet us in the lobby of The Zenith, Danforth’s ski chalet and the newest addition to his family of hotels. Everything about it is over the top, from the humongous chandelier over the rotund marble lobby, to the four-piece ensemble playing for ambiance.

Danforth receives me with a familiarity that would suggest we’re more like close friends than business associates. Although that’s the way when it comes to these deals. Always schmoozing and smiling to play at closeness rather than actually letting anyone get close.

“Roy! You’ve grown up,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder.

“It’s the beard,” I reply with a smile.

“It suits you.” Danforth gestures to the woman beside him. “This is my wife, Carina.”

Yes. I’ve never met Carina, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen tales of their new relationship on the news. The same headline over and over. Billionaire Michael Danforth marries fifth wife, Carina Sikora, on private island in the Caribbean. Men like him average about four or five wives through this lifetime. Maybe this one will stick.

“How do you do,” I say, taking Carina’s hand in a soft shake.

I prepped Lily for this, warning her not to be shocked when she met Danforth and Carina. The age gap is apparent thanks to Danforth’s silver hair. Botox makes up for a lot of the wrinkles he should have, not that he’d ever admit that he gets it, but I guess he’s leaning into the silver fox thing for his young, model-esque wife.

However, I don’t think Lily even has the energy to stare. She’s been dizzy since she woke up from her mid-flight nap.

“And this is . . . ?” Danforth attends to Lily before I can make the introduction. His eyes landing on her make me uneasy even though I’m certain his relationship is new enough he’s not circling like a hawk.

Lily, ever herself, smiles as best she can. “I’m Lily Bolton. Thank you for allowing me to join Jackson.”

She clings to my arm as she shakes Danforth’s hand.

“No thanks needed. The more the merrier,” Danforth says.

When Lily greets Carina, it’s apparent Carina does not have the same wherewithal not to stare. “Look at all your tattoos!”

“Oh,” Lily says, her hand jumping back. “Yes, I’m a tattoo artist and . . . have a lot of tattoos,” she replies.

Carina grabs Lily’s hand back in hers, admiring the various planets and stars decorating her knuckles. “They’re beautiful!”

“That’s nice of you to say,” Lily says. “Thank you.” She’d explained to me that all the small tattoos were from amateur artists when she had just arrived in Seattle. Some of the lines are blown out, others are blotchy and unrecognizable. Isn’t it funny, though, when you don’t know all the behind-the-scenes how much easier it is to enjoy something?

Carina smiles at me. “You’ve chosen a piece of art.”

I nod, wrapping my arm around Lily’s waist a bit tighter if only to support her dizziness. “I have. Though she’d be that without the tattoos as well.”

“You are like light and dark. Sun and moon. The hair! Blonde and black!” Carina exclaims. “Don’t you see it, my love?”

I nearly puke at the use of ‘my love’ but to each their own.

“I do, my love,” he says with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around her waist. It’s almost paternal. She is young enough to be his daughter after all. “I know you just arrived, but we’d love for you to join us for lunch. We’ve got a perfect table with a view of the slopes.”

Lily inhales sharply beside me. “That sounds—”

I know she’s about to agree for my benefit, but I won’t have that when she’s feeling off. “Lovely, but I’m afraid the flight did us in, and we need a few moments to ourselves. I hate to make you wait until tonight, but—”

Danforth holds up a hand. “Nonsense. We’ve got plenty of time. Besides . . . ” A devilish smile appears on his face. “I probably wouldn’t be able to keep the lid on which suite I’ve given you through a whole lunch anyway.”

Danforth was not exaggerating about how surprising the suite would be. It’s like we’re in our own alpine villa. The whole place feels distinctly European, from the lush draping fabrics and marble accents built into the wall.

Lily, however, is most captivated by the view out the floor-to-ceiling windows. She leans her forehead against the cool glass and lets out a long sigh.

I come up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulder. “Still dizzy?”

She shakes her head. “Just tired.”

I drop a kiss on the curve of her neck above her collar. “Why don’t you lie down? Rest. We were up early. Traveling is exhausting.”

Lily leans her head back against me. “I don’t want to get in the way of your work, Jackson.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You’ve already rearranged the schedule for me. I don’t—”

I scoff, turning her toward me so she can see the earnestness in my expression. “There’s no schedule, alright? The conversations will happen when they need to.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s tired.

“We’re here to enjoy.” I place a finger under her chin. “To relax. Right?”

Lily slides a hand down my chest and then nods, her curls bobbing. “Right.”

“It’s our first trip together.” I’m not going to force anything, but I can’t deny the want in my voice. I want our first trip together to be marked by hours in bed together and the best fucking sex of our relationship thus far. And what better place to do it than a beautiful suite we didn’t even have to pay for with unlimited room service and an entire spa that calls itself a bathroom. “We deserve to enjoy ourselves.”

She nods again but says nothing. Her eyelids lower, a siren calling to dash me on the rocks if I’m reading that right.

I lean in closer and, before I kiss her, whisper, “You want to go lie down?”

“In a bit,” Lily says. Her teeth settle onto her lower lip as she eyes my mouth.

“I thought you were tired,” I tease, letting my body lean closer to her, encasing her against the cold glass window.

She tilts one shoulder up. “Maybe I just need to relax. That’s why we’re here . . . right?”

I love it when she uses my words against me. Or in this case, uses them for exactly what I want. I kiss her once, twice, letting the anticipation build with each meeting of our lips. Each kiss is a bit harder, a bit deeper, and eventually, I have her pinned up against the window with the weight of my body. Skiers on the hill across from the resort might be able to get a very interesting view of what’s happening in Zenith’s presidential suite, and that turns me on even more.

Lily tears her mouth from mine to whimper my name.

I burrow my face into her neck, languishing my mouth against her skin, determined to make marks, meanwhile grinding my hips against hers as I grow harder and harder. However, I’ve got a job to do. To make my baby relax. And I know just how I’m going to do it.

I move my hands to her chest, running my fingers across the taut shirt covering her torso, caressing the fullness of her breasts.

Lily makes a sound I’ve never heard before when I’ve touched her there. A breath catching, “Aah!” that isn’t accompanied by a ‘stop’ or any pulling away. I let my hands linger there, my thumbs circling over the fabric. Her nipples stand so hard at attention that I can feel them all the way through her shirt and bra.

“Feels . . . good,” she struggles, almost like she’s surprised.

I trail my lips across her collarbone and murmur, “Take off your jeans, baby.”

Lily undoes the button, then the zipper, but I am impatient, and the second I hear that sweet sound of the zipper, I shove her jeans down along with her underwear until she can step out of them, exposing her warm, beautiful center to me. I cup it with my hand, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans.

“This is my pussy,” I say, meeting Lily’s eyes with mine so she knows I mean what I say.

“Yes, it is,” she responds in kind.

Still pinning her with my gaze, I dip two of my fingers inside her, taking in how each and every one of her muscles tense, then relax. Surprise, then relief. I don’t remain there, though. I withdraw them and lick her juice off my fingers. “Mmm. Tastes good.”

“Want more?”

I chuckle. “Always.”

I surprise Lily by flipping her around so she faces the window. I reach around and pull her shirt up and her bra aside, exposing her breasts. She gasps, cold glass sending goosebumps across her skin and a chill through her bones into mine. She grabs onto the frame of the window, gasping. “What are you doing?”

“I want them to see how I take care of what’s mine. May I?”

She looks over her shoulder at me, her lower lip tucked into her mouth in a devious, lust-filled smile. Well, that’s an answer, I’d say. An affirmative one.

I swoop in as if I intend to kiss her, but avoid her lips to say, “Spread your legs.”

Lily does so as I swipe my hands down her waist to her full hips, grabbing handfuls. I’ve worshipped her body over and over again in the past three months, and yet each time is still like discovering lost treasure. Her body is rich, and it is giving, and it is mine .

How quickly I went from feeling like she’d never be anything more than a distant glimmering mirage to having her entirely. Now, she is tangible and real, and I will never be able to let her go.

I follow the curve of her hips down, down, down, sinking to my knees as I trace the outline of each of her legs, both decorated with various smatterings of tattoos. Her rough drafts. I drop to my knees and twist to duck under her groin and rest my back against the window.

I can smell her musk, even more potent from being cooped up on the plane all morning. Though I want to just dive in, I take it slow, lingering on the ‘ and whatever ’ tattoo on the inside of her thigh. In a strange way, it has become an erogenous zone. A pressing of play.

“God, Jackson, I need you,” Lily whines. “Please, it’s getting painful.”

I release the skin of her thigh and smile up at her. The view is spectacular. The soft flesh of her belly that is mostly unmarked, the heavy pendulums of her breasts, and her strained expression, framed by all those curls. “You need me that bad?”

“Uh-huh.” Her voice doesn’t even sound like her own, so high-pitched and desperate.

I’ll indulge her, my needy girl. I lick a stripe up her slit, gathering her honey on my tongue until I land on her clit. I engulf it between my lips and tug ever so softly.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, so quietly I might not have heard it if I wasn’t listening closely.

I dive in deeper, locking my arms around her thighs and devouring until her legs are so weak she’s practically sitting on my shoulders. She’s shaking, and I’m drowning in her beautiful everything. I’m so fucking hard it’s starting to hurt. I use one hand to palm at my cock through my pants. It’s not going to take much to push me over the edge.

Finally, she reaches down, grabbing a handful of my hair hard, pressing my face into her pussy. She moves her hips to find release. “Make me come. I want them to watch you make me—”

I dip my head back, allowing my mouth to move up to her clit. I suck, and she turns to ribbons over me. The sounds coming out of me are animalistic, vibrations causing her orgasm to come harder for longer. I give myself a squeeze and come in my pants. There are so many places I’d rather release. Her mouth, her breasts, inside as I’ve almost nearly done several times. But I need it now and, when I do, I groan into her.

Lily breaks the seal of my mouth on her, spreading her legs wider and falling into my lap. She presses herself against me. Her head falls heavy on my shoulder, and her breath heaves.

I lean back against the window and hold her like a baby, welcoming the cold at my back as it collides with the fire inside me. “Who needs lunch, you know?” I ask, weaving and unweaving locks of her hair.

Lily laughs. “Shut up.”

I chuckle. “Feel better?”

She nuzzles her nose against my neck. I feel the gentle scrape of her nose ring. “Much.”

I lock my arms around her back. “Well, there’s much more where that came from.”