Coming Together

By Mia Ford

Reese and her best friend had a dream that they buckled down and made come true, not long after graduating from high school. Reese was the girl that was determined, self-sacrificing, and very picky about the men she dated. She was a virgin, hell-bent on having the perfect first time with someone she could consider to be in a long-term relationship with. However, after spending years taking care of the dogs at her animal business, and never going out, Leena pushes her to take a chance. Little did she know as she adorned that tight blue dress, and heading off to a childhood friend's wedding, that she might just get to know a man that she never would have considered. 

Blaine had it all, the looks, the money, the company, and the brains, but he was still discontent with women, figuring they were all after his money. He is that typical romantic playboy billionaire, floating through Philadelphia, sleeping with women and the bouncing before the sun came up. Then it happened, his eyes fixating on Reese from across the wedding. At first her fears take over and he is left unsure if he would ever see her again. However, when emotions had passed, and numbers had been retrieved, Blaine walked right into getting to know Reese. Will his playboy ways keep him from a serious relationship? Or will Reese's inability to commit until she finds the perfect guy, blind her from seeing what was right in her face.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mia Ford
• Release date: Dec 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393276432

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Chapter 1

Blaine

It was Thursday, thank God, and the week was almost over. Ever since I started this tech business after college, it had been nothing but go, go, go. I knew what it took to make a business successful, and I always told myself that when I reached the billionaire club I would slow down, but there I was, slaving away at my desk after everyone else had gone home, just trying to push a little more work through. It was almost an obsession, really. My father showed me from a young age that to be successful, you needed to make sacrifices, so that was exactly what I did. The phone rang, interrupting my concentration, and I sighed, assuming it was a late client with more work.

Blaine Butler, Butler Technologies, I said, answering the phone.

Hey asshole, what are you still doing there?

I laughed. Hey, Caleb.

Caleb and I had met in college, and we both moved to Philadelphia afterward to chase our dreams. He was a big-time tax attorney and had just made partner earlier that year. He was my go-to, the guy I could talk to about anything, no matter what.

You’re still coming to my sister’s wedding on Saturday, right? he asked.

Man, I have so much work to get done, I replied. I think I’m gonna have to skip it.

No, he said sternly. You promised. You can’t leave me alone with all the old people.

I was hoping to get through a big project this weekend, I said. To stay ahead of the curve.

Come on, man, Caleb said. The work will still be there on Monday. Hang out this weekend. Have a little fun in your life. Do it for me.

I laughed. Ugh, fine. But only because you guilt-tripped me. I hope you feel good about that.

Spectacular, he said, laughing. Don’t be late or I’ll kill you.

Yeah, yeah, I said, getting off the phone.

I looked at the clock and decided I was done for the day. I flipped everything off and headed out of the office, deciding that a drink was in order after working so hard. I went down to a bar not far from my office and walked inside, taking off my suit jacket and sitting down at the bar. I ordered a scotch on the rocks and watched the television above the bar, reading the subtitles to the sport’s review. The commentators were talking about a bunch of games I didn’t watch because of work. Sometimes, it felt like I missed out on a lot of things in life because I had my head buried in my computer screen.

I sighed and looked down at my drink. A woman sat down a few seats away from me, catching my eye. I watched her curvy hips and sultry lips and knew immediately she was there for one reason and one reason only, to find a man.

She leaned back and crossed her long, bare legs. Her short skirt inched up her smooth thighs. Her top was unbuttoned one too many, and I could see the black lace of her bra wrapping around her large tits. She looked over at me and smiled, a glimmer in her eye as she looked down my suit and stuck the cherry from her drink between her lips. This was going to be a cinch.

Hey, I said, standing and walking over to her. Mind if I sit?

Not at all, she said, still playing with the cherry. I’m Missy.

Nice to meet you, Missy, I’m Blaine Butler, I replied, flashing a smile.

Blaine Butler, she said with a strained look of thought going through her eyes. Like Butler Technologies?

Yeah. I chuckled, looking down at her phone. I can see you like the Slicer cell phone. It was one of my favorites when it was made. I had four of them.

Wow. She giggled, reaching forward and touching my leg. That’s pretty impressive.

What do you do?

I’m a cosmetologist, she said. I work for MAC in Center City. I’m also a certified massage therapist, but I haven’t found a spa to land a job with yet.

Nice, I love the place on Eighth, I said, smiling. I go at least twice a month.

They are fantastic, she said with excitement. You know, if you don’t want to leave your home, you could always just call me, and I could be your personal therapist.

Oh, yeah? I chuckled and looked her right in the eyes. I’m not sure that I could handle you having your hands all over me like that without crossing the patient, therapist boundary.

I don’t think I’d mind one bit, she said, leaning in and smiling.

Hey, I said, leaning in too. I know this may be presumptive, but do you want to get out of here? My place is just a few blocks away.

I sure do, she said, taking a gulp of her drink and standing up to wrap her coat around her shoulders.

We left immediately, grabbing one of the first cabs and heading back to my penthouse. When we got inside, she gawked at the crazy technology I had outfitted the place with. Everything was voice activated, and there was already music playing when I walked through the front door. She walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the sunken living room and looked out at the Philadelphia skyline, shaking her head.

Amazing view, she said.

I agree, I replied, standing behind her and staring at her firm round ass. Would you like a drink?

I’d love one, she said, looking around at the décor. You have an amazing place here, though I don’t know what I expected from the genius that owns Butler Technologies.

I like to tinker, I said, moving to the adjoining open kitchen. I poured two glasses of champagne. This system was my creation. We don’t sell it,

You should, she said. People would love it.

I walked back over to her and handed her a glass. She took a sip and continued to look around at all the art, but I kept my eyes glued on her. It had been quite a while since I had sex with anyone, and I was feeling extremely pent up.

I didn’t have time for Messy, so I stayed away from relationships. I’d had several one-night stands over the past year, but I’d been so busy that most of the time, I was too exhausted by the end of the day to go out. Missy was exactly what I was looking for, and I’d pounced on her like a hunter catching his prey.

I walked forward and took the glass from her hand, setting them both down on the coffee table. With one smooth swoop, I stood back up and grabbed her around the back of the neck, pressing my mouth deeply against hers. She giggled as my tongue moved across her lips and I plunged my tongue into her mouth, shutting her up really fast. Instantly, the fire moved through me, and I reached down, sliding my hand up her thigh and pushing her skirt up to her waist.

She pulled back from me and stared, making me think she was unhappy with what I was doing. I pulled my hands away from her but then watched a coy smile curl on her lips. She knelt down slowly on her knees, pressing her bright red lips together and unbuttoned my pants, pulling the zipper down and allowing them to fall to my feet. She rubbed her hand up my hard cock that was pulling at my black boxer briefs. The muscles in my stomach tensed as she groped at my balls, rolling them around in her hand. She reached up and grabbed the waistband and pulled my boxers to my ankles, grasping my bouncing hard cock with her hand and looking up at me with a grin.

Her ruby red lips moved forward, and I could feel the heat of her breath on the tip of my dick. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The wet flick of her tongue teased me, and I smiled slightly before groaning as her lips moved over the head and her throat opened up, taking me deep inside. When her throat opened and closed around my shaft and the sucking began, I could tell that this was a good idea.

She reached up and grabbed my hips, pulling me into her as she began to move her head forward and back in a faster and harder motion. I reached down and wrapped my hand through her blonde hair and pushed and moved with her rhythm. If I didn’t think it were rude to get a blow job and send her on her way, I would have just let her finish me like that. However, being the gentleman that I am, I kept a close watch on the heat simmering in my stomach.

She moaned loudly as my cock moved to the edge of her lips and then back down again. The noise vibrated up and down my erection. I growled loudly, letting her know just how much I liked it and watched as she looked up at me, her eyes watering and a small smile at the edges of her full mouth. I grabbed her face and pulled my cock from her mouth, not wanting to wait another second and risk blowing my load right then.

I pulled her up and moved her to the couch, facing her toward the back and pushing her onto her knees. I spread her legs apart and rested my knees on the edge, grabbing my cock by the base and leading it toward her. I pushed her skirt to her waist and pulled her red thong to the side, rubbing the head of my cock through her juices. I thrust forward, and she let out a deep moan, grasping onto the back of the couch and leaning forward with her ass poking out.

I ran my hand down her ass cheek and slapped it lightly, listening to her giggle and moan from the pain and pleasure. She was so wet, and it took me a second to realize I needed to grab a condom. I bent over and pulled one out of the wallet in my pants and ripped the top off, pulling out my cock only long enough to slip the rubber over and down. I pushed back into her, letting her wetness guide me in. I wrapped my hands around her hips and pushed and pulled, thrusting deep and hard inside of her. The sounds of her voice echoing through the apartment was erotic, and I hoped that she came soon because I was getting really close.

Rub your pussy, I groaned.

She reached down between her legs and moaned loudly as her fingers danced over her clit. She grew tenser and tenser by the second as my cock dug deep and her fingers played along with the rhythm of my hips. As her voice grew higher and higher, I moved faster, feeling her body writhing in my hands.

God, she screamed out. I’m gonna come.

Yeah, baby, come on my cock, I growled.

With two more thrusts, she erupted in orgasm, and her pussy clenched against my shaft. With just three more thrusts, I was finally letting go, pushing as deep as I could and groaning loudly as my seed filled the condom and her warm juices dripped down on my balls. My body tensed and flexed as pleasure flowed through me, until finally, my shoulders relaxed, and I let the air from my lungs. Slowly, I retracted, pulling my cock back and walking off to the bathroom to clean up. That was just what I needed to take the stress of the week out of my head.

In the bathroom, I flushed the condom and washed my hands and dick, never really liking the feeling after having sex with a perfect stranger. I checked my hair in the mirror and flexed my chest, impressed with the build I had maintained the last few months. I could hear Missy getting dressed in the living room, and I hoped that she didn’t insist on staying. I grabbed pajama pants hanging from the back of the bathroom door and pulled them on before walking back out of the room.

I hope you don’t mind, she said, picking up her things and putting on her clothes. I really have to get going. I have work early in the morning.

Aww, that’s too bad, I said, trying to sound convincing.

Maybe we can get together soon, she said, walking up and kissing my lips before moving toward the door.

Yeah, I said, following behind her and handing her my card. Here’s my card. Just give me a call.

Cool, she said, opening the door and turning back. Maybe I can bring my dog, and we can go to the park or something.

I grimaced at the word dog, and my entire body immediately went on edge. Me and dogs did not go well together after being attacked by one when I was a kid. Just those words were a sincere deal breaker.

Yeah, probably not, I said, shaking my head. For you or your dog. But it was fun!

I shut the door before she could even process what I said. I wasn’t doing the whole dog thing, no matter who the woman was. She was just the same old, typical woman.

Chapter 2

Reese

Iopened the back door to my office and walked inside, smiling as a small puppy trotted forward to greet me. I bent down, laughing as he tripped over one of his big ears and stumbled into my foot. I reached over and patted his head, wrapping my hand around him and picking him up into my arms.

Now where did you come from little guy?

I owned an animal care center that mostly focused on boarding, cleaning, grooming, and minor care that didn’t require a vet’s attention. We held spay and neuter clinics once a month, took in strays that the pound didn’t have room for, and most importantly, got to hang out with all of the furry and feathery friends that came by to visit. I walked over to the pen that housed the new puppies that we had taken in and set the pup down with the others, pulling the gate closed. I put my bags down on the grooming table and walked into the boarding area where I was greeted with a chorus of barking. Every single one of those dogs was in my care in one form or another, whether their family was on a trip, they needed a new home, or they were there because they had grown old and needed someone to look after them. The older dogs were the hardest on me. Not because of their care, but because I fell in love with every dog that came through, and these guys were usually only there for a short while