Page 52 of The Billionaire and His Driver
Sully pulled over to the side of the road and began getting out.
“Tex, stay here with my wife,” Ronny ordered as he hurried out and ran with Sully down the embankment.
Tex, exhausted from the adrenalin rush, looked at Brina as she was getting up. “Stay withmy wife? Did I miss something, Miss Brina?”
Brina had heard it as well. “I must have missed it too,” she said, and they both laughed. But it was a nervous laugh as both of them began looking around: spooked by the ordeal they had just endured.
Ronny and Sully made it down to the river’s edge and was able to see the Suburban sinking into the tributary. They both were breathing heavily as Sully looked from the river to his brother. “What has she gotten you into, Ronny?” he asked him, a fixed frown on his attractive face.
Ronny didn’t answer because he didn’t know. He looked around. “Let’s get out of here,” he said as they began hurrying back to the car. “I’ll call in Mac. Let him and his people take it from here. I don’t want any of this shit attaching to Bradshaw Technologies.”
Sully was not surprised. Ronny’s business empire always came first no matter what. Which didn’t bode well, Sully suspected, for just how much of Brina’s drama Ronny was going to continue to put up with. Because the lady wasdramavilleas far as Sully was concerned.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Although Sully decided to stay the night at Bradshaw Manor, to seemingly protect his brother from Brina, which was kind of heart wrenching to Brina. But she understood it. Crooks were calling her a crook. He didn’t know her like that. Why wouldn’t he believe the crooks?
But the fact that Ronny was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt was like a blast of grace to her. She loved him more because he believed her over the crooks. She loved him more because she knew being associated with her was putting his life in danger. Drez Wilburn breaking into her home and that Suburban that terrorized them were exhibits one and two. The fact that Ronny fired Jockey seemingly to hire her as his driver and the pandemonium that ensued from that decision: exhibit number three.
Which left her with so much guilt it wasn’t even close.
They showered together and went straight to bed. But they couldn’t sleep a wink. They laid on their backs and stared at the ceiling as time ticked away. They both knew there were yet questions to be answered, but neither one of them had the desire to say a word.
But Brina knew the obligation was on her.
She turned onto her side and looked at Ronny. His long eyelashes that floated over his deep blue eyes like protective guards were a girl’s dream. “Thank you for not accusing me,” she said to him.
Ronny turned onto his side and looked at her. They were naked and under the covers, but their coverings were around their waist. He fondled one of her nipples, then her entire breast.
“I just don’t know why people keep lying on me,” she said as his massaging made her feel more relaxed. “I’ve never stolen anything before in my life, or tried to harm anybody or anything like that, but those labels keep following me.”
Then she placed her hand on the side of Ronny’s face. “I didn’t know anything about the corruption at that Detroit charity. And when I was told something strange was going on at the charity in Eugene, I immediately went to my boss. And the next thing I know they’re arresting me.”
“Your boss here in Oregon may have found out about what happened at that charity in Michigan and that’s why he contacted the FBI.”
Brina thought about it. “That’s possible.”
“I say that because my legal team hasn’t found anything to implicate anybody inside the charity. They think it could be the truck drivers, whom nobody even bothered to suspect at the time, but maybe they were getting the same kickbacks from your father for diverting those shipments.”
“Right. Because at the charity in Eugene, those weren’t made up shipments. Those were approved and paid for shipments that were being diverted elsewhere. So that’s entirely possible. Which means my father could have followed me to Oregon because he knew that charity had the same methods of delivery as the charity in Detroit?”
Ronny continued fondling her breast. He was getting horny on top of everything else. “Drez claim Joe Mosley didn’t know where you were and ordered them to find you after Cannigan claimed you were hiding a stash for him. Would your father have known you went to college in Oregon?”
Brina shook her head. “Absolutely not. I haven’t seen that man since I was a homeless thirteen-year-old and hitchhiked to his house to ask if I could stay with him.”
“What happened?”
“He and his new wife told me to get lost. My dead stepdaddy was my only daddy now. That he wanted nothing to do with me.” She shook her head again. “I hated him after that. I know I shouldn’t, but I did.” Then she scrunched up her face. “Still do.”
Ronny’s jaw tightened. Then he pulled her into his arms. “Well I love you,” he said. “Fuck Joe Mosley.”
Brina smiled and then looked into his eyes. “I love you too,” she said.
And that was all it took for Ronny. He slid her naked body on top of his naked body and began kissing her and massaging her below. When she was wet enough and was returning his kisses with the same vigor he was putting out too, he knew it was time. He entered her with a slow, sweet, long entry. And then they began to move, in sync, for a much longer time than they thought they had the energy to withstand.
It wasn’t meant to be filled with urgency and desperation. It was meant to calm them down from the drama of that day. And it worked. He wrapped her into his arms even tighter as they got into a groove. It was slow and easy, and as passionate as their most passionate lovemaking nights.
And when the time of climax came, it was Brina first, but Ronny wasn’t far behind. They began kissing again, and he held onto her even tighter, as those feelings overtook them and they came.
