Billionaires Dollar Series

Fucking hell, at this pace I’m going to explode before she does. I slow down my strokes and bend my knees slightly, my rhythm slowing.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” I say.

And she does, in faltering tones, growing stronger by the sentence. “You’re inside me… oh, you feel so good, Ethan. So good.”

I can see her beneath me, I can feel her around me, and damn if I can’t almost taste her on my tongue. Bella is in my ear, but she’s everywhere, too.

“I’m close,” I tell her. “So close to finishing inside you.”

“Do it,” she breathes. “I’m close, too.”

“Same time?”

“Yes. God, I want you.”

“Want you too.” My hand speeds up, my cock slipping through my grip, and I’m teetering on the edge. The sound of a long, single moan from her pushes me over. I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sound in the world than Bella surrendering to her pleasure.

I erupt across my stomach, my chest heaving.

“Fuck,” I tell her, when I’m able to speak. “I haven’t had an orgasm that strong in… well, since the last time we had sex. But on my own? Can’t remember when.”

Her laughter is breathless and hot and shy, all at the same time. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“How was yours?”

“Electric.”

The single word bounces around in my head, even as I close my eyes. “I can’t wait to see it again in person,” I say.

“On Saturday?”

“On Saturday,” I echo. “And Bella?”

“You’re good at it. Talking dirty, I mean.”

Her response is sweet. “I have a good instructor.”

“Sleep tight, Bella.”

“Good night, Ethan.” It’s not long until I fall into a deep, sated sleep with her voice still murmuring through my mind. Knowing I should stay away, keep my walls up, and yet… feeling more whole than I have in years.

When the bell to my gate rings mid-Saturday, Ethan has already got his monster of a Jeep running. “Come outside,” he calls through the intercom. “Let yourself get kidnapped for the day.”

Laughing, I grab my bag and call goodbye to Toast. He doesn’t comment, lying on the bottom staircase and watching me through slitted eyes.

“Don’t miss me too much,” I tell him.

He turns his head away resolutely.

I lock the door behind me, initiate the roughly five hundred security protocols through the surveillance app on my phone-Fort Knox could learn a thing or two from this house-and hurry down the path to Ethan.

He’s grinning, eyes sweeping over my clothes. “Good look,” he tells me.

I glance down at my jeans and hiking shoes. The button-down I’m wearing is somewhat form-fitting, but I’m definitely dressed for a day outdoors.

“You told me to expect something woodsy.”

“That I did.” He’s in dark jeans and a sweatshirt, and with his wide smile and tousled hair… well, he looks like a million bucks. But then again, we can be naked and I’ll probably still feel underdressed next to him-that’s just the kind of man he is. “Come on, Bells. Get in.”

I jump into the passenger seat. It’s not just an expression, either, as the car is genuinely so high that I need to jump. Seeing it, Ethan laughs.

“What?” I ask. “You’re driving a monster.”

“If we’re calling names, I can think of a few for your Honda.”

“Don’t hate on the Honda,” I tell him. “She has a proud history and I won’t hear any ageist claims against her.”

Ethan’s smile widens as he puts the car in drive. “You won’t hear another word from me-”

“Good.”

“-if you promise to keep up today.”

“Keep up? We’re hiking, right?”

He nods. “I have absolutely no idea if you’re someone who likes that, so I’m taking a wild gamble here.”

I grin. “What would you do if I said I hate trees? And walking?”

He pretends to deliberate for a moment before shaking his head. “This is when having a plan B would have come in handy.”

“Good thing you don’t need one.” I push my seat back and make myself comfortable. “I love the outdoors.”

“Thank God.” He pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. “We’re not going anywhere challenging, though.”

“Think I can’t handle it?”

He reaches over to rest a hand on my thigh, the other on the steering wheel. “Bella,” he tells me, “I’m learning that underestimating you is a bad tactic.”

It gives me a ridiculous thrill to put my hand on top of his. Today is beautifully undefined-I don’t know if this is a date, the start of something real, or just the two of us spending time together as friends. But I’m going to enjoy the heck out of it regardless.

Ethan sets course to Mount Rainier National Park. The long drive isn’t at all unpleasant, either; there’s always something to talk about or just calm silence in the car. It feels mature, somehow, the casual comfort between us.

The first major parking lot we drive past inside the national park is almost empty, but Ethan just keeps driving.

“I know just the spot,” he says, turning onto a gravel road. As we begin to climb, the drop to my right deepens, trees dwindling in the distance.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“All right, I give. I’m happy you’re driving a monstrosity.”