Alpha Billionaire Series

JACE

“Fk, f**k, Fk" I hiss, sliding out of bed and looking down at the ripped condom in my hand. Not good. Hands down, that might have been the best s*x I've ever had. And now this. Shit. I drop the torn condom in the trash and run a hand through my mussed hair.

Mussed all up because Bailey kept running her fingers through it. I look at my reflection in the mirror, zeroing in on the bite mark on my shoulder. Damn that's hot. There's something about her leaving a mark on me that's a huge turn-on.

I decide 'm going to return the favor next time.

Next time?

Yeah, definitely.

Although the torn prophylactic is a little nerve-wracking, I'm not going to stress about it. I mean, what are the chances? First of all, it was a small tear and second, everything would have to be aligned for a pregnancy to occur. Hell, for all I know, Baile might be on birth control.

After convincing myself that everything is fine, I walk back into the bedroom and slide under the warm covers.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, brow furrowed, sounding nervous.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “No.”

I grit my teeth and meet her gaze. “It ripped somehow,” I explain, feeling like an idiot. “But I don't think... think itl be fine." This has never happened to me before. With all the endless women I've slept with, I've always managed to maintain control, though. Yet with Bailey, I completely gave in to the passion. Let it consume me. I've never fucked with such abandon before, and I should've been more careful. But damn, it was amazing.

“should I be worried?”

I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You should be more worried about me returning that love bite you gav me," I tell her and smirk.

A smile curves her mouth. “Oh, really?”

I reach out, drag her forward and Kiss her, hoping to set her mind at ease. After a long, leisurely kiss, she turns in my arms, and I pull her against the curve of my body. We fit together perfectly.

Normally after sex, I leave. I don't cuddle and I certainly don't wrap my arms and legs around a woman and try to keep her warm because she told me she gets cold easily. But here I am, doing these things with Bailey.

Closing my eyes, I press my cheek into her fragrant hair and let myself drift off. It's late and we had a long day. She snuggles into the curve of my body and an image of the broken condom fits through my head.

Everything is going to be fine; I reassure myself. Sleep comes faster than it ever has before, and I don't think too hard about why that is. I just embrace it and I embrace her.

A few hours later, I wake up to Bailey laying across the bed, her head on my chest. I stroke a hand over her head, down her back, along her hip. Her skin is so damn soft. Like silk. She sighs in her sleep, and I decide to wake her up.

V'm ready for round two.

Because a part of me doesn't think it will be as good as it was. That it was just a fluke. Sliding my hand down between her legs, I start stroking her, and she moans. When her eyes pop open, she looks a bit confused at first. Like she doesn't know where she is, but then it connects.

“What're you...oh, God, Jace...

“I'm making you come, sweetheart,” I murmur. My fingers tease and strum until she’s writhing. “Let go. That's right."

It doesn't take much encouragement and soon she’s riding my hand, head thrown back and on the verge of another o***m. Just as she looks like she’s about to cry out, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her deeply. She shudders and quakes against me from head to toe and I'm hard as fucking steel.

I reach over and grab a condom off the nightstand, hoping it's not another defective one, and roll it on. Then I settle myself between her slick thighs and push into her wet warmth with one, smooth thrust. Bailey whimpers and I lift her leg, resting it on my shoulder. I do the same thing with her other leg and push even deeper.

Holy hell. Her body pulls me into the hilt, and I start to move faster, slapping my hips against hers. There's nowhere to hide and our gazes lock. It's an intimate position that I haven't done in a very long time. Not since Selene.

My control snaps like a dry twig and I power into her, more roughly than I intend. Sensation and need drive me forward and can feel the moment her body starts pulsing, tightening around my d**, milking me hard.

Its fucking magical.

Bailey cries out and I don’t try to stop her. A groan rips from my throat, long and hard, and my entire body convulses as my climax hits hard, knocking me into orgasmic oblivion. This time when I pull out and roll away, the condom stays intact. Than Re

After I get rid of it, I climb back into bed and feel a little dazed. Its a bit disconcerting and Bailey is making me feel and wan things that I normally don't. For the first time since Selene, I want to get to know a woman on a deeper level.

And that scares the hell out of me. Because the last woman I opened up to left me standing alone in a church full of guests right before we were supposed to say our vows. It scarred me badly.

But then our words come back to me.

“Nothing changes between us?”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Nothing. I can't afford to get my heart broken.”

Yeah, me neither, I think. Keeping things strictly physical and leaving emotions out of it is the way to go. No doubt about it. Yet, I still pull her into my arms and snuggle her close, determined to keep her toasty warm and chase the winter chill away. When morning rolls around, I feel completely refreshed and in the best mood. I can't remember ever being this happy and after we get dressed and kiss a little more, we head downstairs where my mom has breakfast waiting. It smells delicious anc there are pancakes, bacon, pastries and coffee.

I pour a mug for Bailey and even find some vanilla syrup to add to it.

“Thank you,” she says, blue-gray eyes glowing.

Yeah, I think she's in as good of a mood as I am in right now. Hell, after the night we had, how could she not be? I think I gav the woman at least five 0*****s. Maybe more.

“So, What're we doing today?” Bailey asks. “Baking cookies?”

Vm sitting as close as I can get, my knee pressed to hers, discreetly claiming her as mine. It's such a possessive, alpha thing to do, but she's mine and I want everyone to know it. At least, she’s mine for the next two weeks, I remind myself.

“We're going to go out and cut down a tree, then bring it back here and decorate it," I say and take a sip of my coffee.

“You cut your own tree down?” she asks, and I can hear the excitement in her voice.

My dad nods. “It's a tradition. Then we'll plant a new one in the spring to replace the one we cut”

“I love that,” Bailey exclaims. “Are we all going?”

“0h, no," my grandma answers. “I've done it enough times before and these old bones aren't about to go off trekking into th snowy woods. But Lori and I will make sure there's plenty of hot chocolate for you when you get back.”

“Thank you," Bailey says.

“Are you sure you don't want to come, Grandma?” I ask teasingly.

“Positive,” she responds.

“Well, I'm going,” Kendall says. “I always find the best tree!”

Ishrug and grin at Bailey. “She usually does.’

After breakfast, me, my dad, Kendall and Bailey walk out to the pole barn behind the house, and I point to the snow mobiles waiting to take us out into the woods.

“We're riding snowmobiles?” She practically squeals and I can't help but laugh.

“Have you ever ridden one before?” I ask.

She shakes her head, looking positively gleeful, and I reach for her hand, tugging her over to mine.

“You're riding with me, sweetheart. just hang on tight.”

I'throw a long leg over the side and get situated then help Bailey slide on behind me. Kendall hops on hers and my dad pull a flat rack behind his where we'll tie the tree. We all turn our snowmobiles on and the air fills with their low roar as we take off.

Bailey tightens her arms around my waist and presses up against my back. Even though she’s bundled up in her coat, I can still feel her breasts against my back and I'm instantly hard. My d**k responds to her in every way. Thoughts from last night fill my head and I remember how perfectly those fleshy globes fit in my hands.

Get a grip, Jace. Save it for later.

After riding around the property for a bit, we head over to a corpse of trees that Kendall points out and find the perfect evergreen tree. My dad and I cut it down like a couple of old pros and then I help him tie it to the rack on the back of his snowmobile.

We head back to the house and my dad, and I carry the tree inside and set it up in its usual spot in front of the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the lake in the family room. The hot chocolate tastes delicious- probably because my grandma spiked it with peppermint schnapps- and we all start hanging up ornaments. Christmas music plays from the speakers and I glance over at Bailey who holds a spiky-looking decoration in her hand.

“What is this exactly?” she asks.

“Oh, isn't it cute?” my mom gushes. “Jace made that in kindergarten. It's a pot pie container that he decorated.”

Bailey looks over at me with the biggest grin on her face and my heart does a funny, little skip. “I'm surprised you still have that thing, Mom,” I say.

“Of course, I do,” she says. “It's one of the oldest ornaments we have.”

Everyone laughs and I roll my eyes.

“That's because he is old,” Kendall interjects.

“You aren't far behind me, sister dear,” I remind her.

“I will always be younger than you, brother dear,” she states sweetly.

I00k over at Bailey who watches our interaction with what almost looks like longing in her eyes. “You, okay?” I ask in a low voice near her ear.

She nods and I swear I briefly see a sheen of tears. “This is just really nice,” she murmurs. “You have a wonderful family.”

I wrap an arm around her waist, pull her closer and press a kiss to her temple. “Welcome to the chaos, sweetheart,” I whispe