Billionaire's Accidental Wife
Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Dave had no idea how he’d survived more than an hour in the truck, sitting so close to Chelsea. Her leg had rested against his the entire journey, causing him to feel distracted, calmed, and… aroused beyond reason. It took him back to another evening drive they’d done together after a night in the pub in London. The one that had finished with them both nude and intertwined on a blanket beneath a midnight grey sky streaked with shooting stars.
“Dave, hurry up! Isn’t it incredible?”
She grabbed a bottle of the newest and most expensive wine from the wooden cases in the back of the yellow Subaru and started running up the side of the nearby hill. Half drunk. He watched her go, her long legs bare and her curvy backside clad in grape-stained, faded denim shorts. He was always in a state of arousal around her, but seeing her dance away from him under the thin moon glow turned his cock to granite.
“Chelsea, you’d better come back. I don’t think this is a good idea.” Nevertheless, he pulled an old wool blanket from behind the seat and jogged after her.
She helped him spread it out on the cool grass, and then pulled him down next to her. “Here, open this.” She handed him the bottle and a corkscrew.
“We are already drunk. One of us needed to drive back.” he reminded her as he pulled the cork out with a soft pop. None of his kind did, but she knew that well enough. “Do you ever wish you could taste this? This is one of the most expensive drinks ever. Want a taste?”
“No.”
“Come on, this is Glenfiddich, 40-year-old rare single malt.” He had never had that sort of drink ever, but then he watched her tip the bottle to her lips to take a sip, and he knew a thirst unlike any he’d ever known. Her throat worked as she swallowed. Her head tipped back, drawing his eyes to the creamy column of her neck.
He cleared his throat, searching for his voice. Was he willing to betray her sister’s trust?
He and Chelsea naked underneath the moon? Those visions started to glow with amber. “Jane and the yoga girls are waiting for us to return to your flat.”
“Don’t be silly, Jane is busy with her boring husband,” she said as she slowly removed the bottle from her mouth and placed it on the grass. Her lips were slick and as dark as the wine soaked cherries. Her serious pools of eyes were rimmed by long black lashes. “Would you like to go, Dave?”
He saw it for what it was: his sole chance to put an end to his desire for Chelsea before it became too strong. For weeks, they had been anticipating this moment. Hell, from the first time he entered into her life.
words. We laughed together. Then,
there was a kiss and a few stolen embraces. Then came
was a master of the game she desired to play. He shouldn’t be sitting alongside her in the moonlight, staring at her throat and
“You.”
every tantalising inch of her… to her quivering cries as he penetrated her virgin body and introduced her to an even deeper pleasure
the desire it
him. His veins throbbed with a longing for her that was far more profound than mere desire. If he’d thought their months apart would chill his affections for her, that delicate kiss to the centre of his hand had shattered all
big trouble here, fuck! He should have been thinking about his duties – and the mission’s dubious status – but his mind was wrapped around Chelsea
than his life had been devoted to the treasure-seeking business. How many times had he pondered defying his conscience and going back to ask her forgiveness and carry her away with him forever? All he had now were
hoped that he would be allowed to set things right. But first, he wanted to ensure her
way,” he said to the women after parking the rusty truck in
side of the property, so Christie could focus on her kid. The stairs descended from the quaint hotels
There were no tourists in the area’s convoluted network of stone walkways and winding staircases at daybreak. The only sounds in the ravine were their footsteps on the dusty old cobbles and the odd jangle of a sheep’s bell from the herd awakening on a grassy flat across the
took the trail to the left, which led them to what appeared to be the low
darkened stretch of cobbles flanked by rustic homes in varying degrees of neglect, the majority with weeds and cacti shooting out of their cracked and disintegrating walls. “Stay close,” Dave said as he led the women deeper into the community. “We should be almost there by now.” Tyler’s
and his gravely set jaw was framed by a well-groomed black beard. The male’s jet-black eyes narrowed on Dave across the distance. Yep. Tyler’s twin, for sure. Dave greeted him with a nod. Sebastian’s face was expressionless under his dark hair curtain. The male appeared to be a cold blooded killer, dressed in a black suede trench coat that concealed more black gear beneath it. That said a lot came from Dave, a fighter whose
faint gasp behind him. “It’s all right,” he reassured her, patting her
turned and started walking away. Apparently, he was as people-friendly as his brother. So long as the male was trustworthy and his safe house was secure, Dave would give the lack of social skills a pass. “Let’s go,” he replied, hesitating to kiss Chelsea on the
Once inside, Sebastian indicated for them to follow him deeper into the building. More rooms were carved out of the ravine’s rock, linked by winding passages large enough for both men to walk through at full height. “I don’t usually have guests,” Sebastian stated, sounding dissatisfied. As he rushed ahead of them, his accent was low and dark, almost a sneer, his words reverberating off the walls.” There is a little bed to your right in the room and a larger one at the end of this passage. Use them how you see fit.” Dave cast a glance at Chelsea. “You and Christie are in charge of the beds. “I don’t have to sleep.
find out where Hermano was; he didn’t need much sleep, but he doubted his thoughts would bring him much
appeared to be protesting his sacrifice, but her sister-in-law was shaky on her feet, and Peter hadn’t lifted his head since they got out of the truck. “I’ll go help them
with narrowed eyes staring at Christie. His brow furrowed in a gloomy scowl. “Tyler made no mention of a child being at risk” “Didn’t he?” Dave smirked. “I’m sure I brought