The Billionaire’s Valentine Vixen by Wyatt, Dani (electric book reader .TXT) 📕

“Yeah?” The door opens and there is Linnie in her yellow bathing suit, with Roan standing next to her wearing bright yellow swim trunks, a hint of the outline of his cock making the dread inside me spin into a tightness between my legs.

“You’re not changed.” Linnie’s eyes are sad as she frowns, looking at me sitting on the floor.

“Just give me a minute.” I pick up the yellow swimsuit and press a smile to my face. “I’ll be right out.”

8 Roan

“My fingers are prunes.” I hold my hand up, fingers splayed, as Linnie bobs up and down in the shallow end of the indoor pool.

I do love this part of the house. The copper and glass enclosure was custom made when my great, great grandfather built the house and it feels like you are transported back in time with the ornate oxidized copper metalwork and the thick plants and trees, some of which date back a hundred years. There’s been updates to the pool and the entire area over the years, but the structure remains true to its original form.

We’ve been out here for hours. Twice I tried to demand a break while Linnie and Alice splashed, jumped and acted like they’ve been friends forever. As much as I’ve enjoyed watching them, my unfinished business with Alice has my cock impatient and concentrating on anything besides the wet bathing suit clinging to her body and the way her nipples are winking at me through the fabric is becoming impossible.

The morning sun lights the space, the snow stopped hours ago but it always feels like a privilege to have such a warm, summery place to come as a haven, even as winter rages outside. Michigan winters are not for the faint of heart and I don’t blame my parents for their defection to parts south.

I did my best to keep my hands off Alice since we’ve come out here, knowing one touch and there would be no hiding my desire in the loose swim trunks, and I don’t want to scare the shit out of Linnie, so I’ve kept my hands to myself, but my fingers are starting to twitch.

“Just a little longer!” Linnie whines, and I can tell from her heavy eyelids and the cut in her voice, she’s getting tired.

I may have volumes to learn when it comes to parenting, but I’ve also learned more than I knew possible in the last year. Trial by fire. You either learn and adapt or you die.

And I couldn’t let Linnie down. Not now, not ever.

“Five minutes,” I answer as Alice gives me a smile, her dark hair slicked back as Linnie rides on her shoulders and I admire the way her puckered nipples stare into my soul from under the yellow fabric. My eyes roam over her and I can still taste her.

Maybe the interruption was for the best. The fierce desire I felt for her upstairs is unquenched, but I think I needed a time out to let my heart process what exactly is happening here. The irony is, even with a flicker of doubt that comes only from my logical mind, telling me what I’m feeling can’t be real, spending these last couple hours with her out here and with Linnie, I know it’s as real as it gets.

I take a look at the antique clock, mounted high above the pool, and think for a fleeting second about the brooch I’ve just secured from the hard-ass vendor online as I start to watch the time. Before I can call the five-minute mark though, there’s a rush of cold air as the huge glass door to the aviary opens and two figures step in through the steam created by the billowing cold outside air.

“You all are having fun without me?” I hear Renata’s voice and her hearty laugh. “Mr. Roan, you’re swimming!” Looking through the steam I see her clap her hands in delight, standing next to her son Timor, who gives me a wave.

“How did you get here…?” I start as Renata squeals and Linnie swims to the side of the pool, leaving Alice glancing my way.

Timor comes over and extends his hand. “I drove her in my truck. Took us five hours. She wouldn’t shut up about getting back here. She knew you had a meeting and figured you could go today if I got her here.” He looks at Alice and nods as Renata lifts Linnie from the pool and wraps her in a fluffy yellow towel.

“You missed your meeting, Mr. Roan?” Renata comes over, holding Linnie’s hand with a motherly concern in her dark eyes. “You can go now, maybe?” She looks at me, then at Alice, then back to me, raising an eyebrow.

“Alice,” I start, heading over to the pool stairs and waving her to me as I hold out an oversized matching yellow towel to Linnie’s. “Alice stayed with Linnie last night. She’s a friend of Martel and Bria. I flew out and back early this morning.”

“Ooooohhh.” Renata bobs her head back and forth on a smile. “I’ve been replaced.”

“No ma’am.” Alice steps from the pool and I drape the towel over her shoulders. “Just a cheap imitation stand in until you got back.”

“You’re not a cheap imitation!” Linnie yells and her little voice echoes in the tall glass space. “Just different. She knows sign language!” Linnie tells Renata, who give me a friendly, wide-eyed look.

“She’s a good one then.”

“And, she slept in Uncle Roan’s room last night.” Linnie giggles and Renata raises her eyebrows toward me and I hear Timor choke back a laugh.

“No, it wasn’t like that…” Alice starts, her face flushing. “I was in his room, but he wasn’t home.”

“Okay, okay.” Renata stands, walking toward Alice, her arms outstretched. “Doesn’t matter.