Alpha Billionaire Series

GABRIELLA

Wind tore through my hair. I held tight to Nathan as he guided his Ducati Panigale in and out of traffic. He leaned and I let hi body do all the work. I laughed as I tightened my arms around his muscled chest. I never felt freer, happier than when I was on the back of a bike with Nathan.

He drove too fast, he always did. I trusted him. He had eagle eyes and the reflexes of a cat. He took us far out of the city, deep into the country of Illinois, where we could ride with nothing getting in the way. Our helmets were clipped out of the way until we would need them again.

I didn’t know where we were, didn't care. I was with him, and we were happy. Nathan slowed the bike and pulled to the side of the road. We were next to a field dotted with white and purple cover, and other wildflowers. After he helped me from the pillion seat I wandered into the field.

My fingers brushed some of the taller plants. I couldn't have stopped the smile on my face if I had wanted to. The sun felt good, on my skin. I loved the stillness of the air after the exhilarating rush of being on the bike. The contrasts were night an day, and just as beautiful in their own ways.

I'spun for the sake of spinning. I didn’t know if life could get any better than this. Especially with the way Nathan was lookin atme.

“What?” I asked.

“What what, Gabby?"

He leaned against the bike. It was a sleek model, all fast lines and power with a custom black and red lightning paint job. Th bike was as expensive and impressive as the man leaning against it. He was long-limbed and dangerous looking with his eyes hidden behind dark aviators. His thick dark hair was a shaggy mess from the wind. His smile flashed perfect teeth, movie star white and dazzling. His lips quirked into a sexy smirk, and the way he crossed his tanned arms emphasized the bulge of his muscles.

He was gorgeous, and he had spent the past six month looking at me like I was something beautiful and amazing. The way h looked at me stopped my breath in my throat and quickened my pulse. It was almost as thrilling as his kisses, and the way he touched me.

I skipped over to him and held out a few of the wildflowers I had picked. He took one of the lacey white flowers and tucked I into my hair, behind my ear. And then he leaned into me and kissed me. His lips were always a perfection on mine. Soft, warm, and he always used the right amount of pressing, the perfect play and tease. I tied my arms around his neck and triec to give him as good of a kiss as he gave me. Nathan's kisses curled my toes and tugged at things deep in my body every single time. I could let him kiss me forever and be content.

But kissing Nathan came with extras. He rarely just kissed me. He touched me, and his touch skyrocketed feelings and emotions straight into the stratosphere. My mouth may have been pleased with his expert kisses, but my body was not. I craved his skin against mine, his hands on me.

I leaned more into him and hiked my leg up against his hip. His hand ran over my thigh.

“Damn, woman, you are insatiable,” he grumbled against my neck as his lips trailed kisses like fire down my neck.

“I've never done it outside, and there's nobody around.”

Nathan pulled the skirt of my sundress up and slid his hand under my panties to cup me. He stroked a finger over my slit. “You are wet," he chuckled.

“I've been on the back of a motorcycle, and you turn me on," I confessed.

He slid his finger in between my folds and circled my clit.

I gasped at his touch. It was everything I ever wanted. I may have been fantasizing about a quilted blanket out in the middle of the wildflowers, our bodies naked to the sun and the fresh air. Nathan above me, loving me, commanding my body. But I would take this. I would accept any touch he was willing to give.

He continued to kiss and run his lips over my shoulders before returning his mouth to mine. He tangled his hand deep into my hair while his other hand drove me wild with his touch. He teased me until I couldn't focus. I scrambled for his fly, wanting to feel his hot c**k in my hand. I wanted to give to him the way he was giving to me.

I managed to slip my hand through the open fly, and then I couldn't think. It was all I could do to hold on. His fingers were magic, and I was close to that edge he drove me to every time he made love to me. I moaned into his mouth as an 0***m crashed over me.

Nathan drove his fingers into me, and over my nerve center until I was putty in his hands, literally. He slid his fingers from me, and held me as I came down from the sudden high, he gave my body. He pulled my hand from his cock.

“But I want to make you feel good,” I would have whined, if I had the energy. Nathan had reduced me to liquid, with no resistance.

“You do make me feel good, baby. You will later. I need to be able to focus. Wanting you gives me an edge,” he growled, and pulled me hard against him. I didn’t want this day to end.

He propped me back up on the pillion and climbed on. I had fantasies about Nathan, dreams of where and how I wanted his body, in a field, on his bike, on a balcony, in a pool. I wanted him always, even after he satisfied me on the side of the road, out in the middle of nowhere.

We rode for hours. It was dark by the time he pulled over and handed my helmet over before we crossed the border and returned to helmet laws.

The next time he pulled over we were in an upper-class neighborhood, in front of some mansion with a gated drive. There were dozens of other expensive racing bikes, as well as a collection of fast looking low sports cars. The people here had serious money. Nathan paused after I dismounted the bike. He ran his hands through my hair. It felt attentive and intimate, even though I knew he was fixing my helmet hair. He ran his hands through his own hair a few times. He took my hand and I followed him along a low-lit walkway.

The sounds of a DJ lured us to promises of a good time. We rounded a corner and the back pool area of someone's mansion was glowing with party lights, and pulsing dance music.

People laughed and splashed in the pool. Nathan smiled and waved at people he knew. Someone handed us drinks in red plastic cups. Nathan's friends did not run in the same circles that mine did. Before I met him, I had never simply walked into a party in the back of some mansion. With Nathan, we were in and out of pool houses, drinking champagne out of plastic cups, and dancing to touring DJs.

AgirlI didn't know hugged Nathan and kissed him on the cheek. He spun her to the side. “Carmen, this is my Gabriella," he introduced me.

I wanted to burst the way he claimed me as his.

Carmen practically squealed and kissed me on both cheeks. She was glamourous and thin with perfect makeup and perfect accessories. I was completely envious of the easy manner in which she greeted Nathan and smiled at me as if she hadn't noticed me at first, but was delighted that I was there. “Gabriella, such a delight to meet you. Oh honey, you look like you go a little sunburn.’

I glanced down at my arms. I was a little pink. “We were out riding," I said. “This will turn into a tan in a day."

lied. I would stay pink, and then everything would freckle. I hated it. I wanted perfectly smooth tanned skin like the woman in front of me. I would be spotted at the end of the summer no matter how much sunscreen I slathered on.

Nathan kissed my shoulder, as if he knew what I was thinking. He gave me a wink, and I relaxed. I hated feeling awkward around his friends. And even though I knew he had done magical things to my body earlier, and would again before we parted ways for the night, I still couldn't help but be a little afraid he would change his mind and want to go home with one of the beautiful, polished women that were always at these parties.

Carmen left, and was replaced by another woman, equally perfect, kissing his cheeks, kissing mine. What was this lifestyle that I had no clue about?

I dragged Nathan into the area of the patio in front of the DJ booth. This was how I had seduced him the first time, this was where I knew he was mine, on the dance floor. With his hands on my hips, we moved back and forth, in the give and take tha fit with the salsa style dance music the DJ played. I loved to dance, I loved to move. It must be why I loved being on the back of his bike as he raced through the streets.

As the night wore on, I found myself with my feet in the pool. I would have loved to go swimming, but I didn’t have party appropriate swimwear. I didn’t look like a model, and I suspected that was definitely a requirement to be allowed in a bathing suit at this party. Not that anyone said anything to me, and only a few people snuck sneaking glances at me. This was a party for the thin, rich, and beautiful. I was neither thin nor rich. But I had to think that I was beautiful because Natha looked at me like I was. And his opinion was the only one that mattered to me.

Nathan handed me a drink in another red plastic cup. He sat next to me, keeping his legs away from the edge of the pool, and out of the water.

“You look pensive this evening. What are you thinking?” I loved how he wanted to know what I was thinking. It wasn't always about him.

“Stupid stuff; I said. I wasn't feeling as confident as I had earlier when he had been kissing me.

“I was thinking too, all day actually.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I was thinking we should get married at some point. What do you think?”

My stomach clenched. I had to force myself to breathe and not jump up and down. His words were not what I had initially thought they might be.

“That wasn't a proposal, was it?” I laughed nervously.

“Not yet. Just thinking, we'd be good together. Don't you think so?”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

We were good together. I thought it was an amazing idea. I wanted to say, “I do!

“Hmm, hmm,” I hummed out a positive reaction while dampening down the excitement I felt. Nathan wanted to marry me.