Wild Open Hearts (Bluewater Billionaires) - Kathryn Nolan Page 0,39
their stock portfolio?”
For a second, Luna looked like she had an idea about where Albert could stick that stock portfolio. But instead she said, “When I founded Wild Heart, all of our cash went into immediate needs. We had no savings and I’m not ashamed to say that. We certainly didn’t have anything left over to invest. Beck’s in the same position, which is why I’m trying to raise him money so that they can stabilize. Do you know a lot of four-year-old nonprofits with robust stock portfolios?”
I wasn’t sure what was happening to me—my pride was shrinking the more time I spent around Luna. A few weeks ago, I would have hated being saved like this. I’d never liked that—in the MC, needing help was a sign of weakness. And the members were all too willing to beat weakness out of you. But it wasn’t pride that rushed through my nerve endings.
It was lust. I’d written off my attraction to the rainbow billionaire as a curiosity. Luna was like a tropical flower in a bed of weeds. I was just… interested in her.
Except the way you handled flowers was delicately.
What I wanted to do to Luna right now wasn’t delicate.
Not that I’d had much in the way of sex the past couple years. I was usually a one-night-stand-after-the-bar kind of guy. And Lucky Dog had consumed my energy, drained me of any desire other than to work. I hadn’t had the privilege of a writhing woman beneath my body in a long, long time.
Right now, the only woman I could imagine beneath me was Luna. Pinned down by my hips, legs wrapped high on my waist, all that gorgeous dark hair tangled in my fingers as I buried my cock deep inside of her. Watching her defend Lucky Dog—and me—with a cute smile and her don’t-fuck-with-me tone, I wondered if I could drag her behind my trailer and put my hands on her. And my fingers.
And my mouth.
“I have known some with robust stock portfolios, yes,” Albert said coolly.
“Well, good for you,” Luna said. “That’s not happening for Lucky Dog right now, which is a situation we are rapidly working to fix. And a great way for that to happen would be seed funding from your foundation.” She flashed a bright, beautiful smile at the rest of the group. “What do you say Jem and Elián introduce you to some of the dogs?”
Elián walked over and greeted everyone. I said goodbye to the suited-up group. Within a minute, Elián and Jem were running the show, and I watched them become looser, more interested.
Before I could say thank you to Luna, she was grabbing Wes by the hands. “Tell me you saw the Bachelor in Miami last night.”
Wes mimed an explosion off the side of his head. “What a mind-fuck, right? Who wouldn’t pick Marissa? I love Marissa.”
“Yeah, and their one-on-one date was e-lec-tric.”
“What the hell are you two talking about?” I interjected.
“Bachelor in Miami,” they replied in unison.
“Wait, you don’t watch it, boss?” Wes asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Oh my god, you have no taste,” Luna cried, hand on her forehead. “I’ll make you binge-watch it with me, don’t worry. We can’t be friends if you don’t watch it.”
Luna was always friendly and I guessed she wasn’t serious, but would I really do that? Watch TV with her?
Would that be like… a date?
“What’s it about?” I grumbled.
“True fucking love,” Wes said.
“I wouldn’t know much about that,” I said.
Luna tilted her head, snagged her lip. But didn’t say anything.
“So, uh, thanks for saving me from those guys,” I muttered. “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem,” she said, laying her hand on my arm. “I know Albert from way back. He used to run a local bank and at the time I thought he was basically the world’s biggest asshole. Since taking over the Foundation, he only does charitable work now, but I’ve always gotten the impression he enjoys riding in on a white horse and ‘rescuing’ nonprofits. You’re not sitting around, twiddling your thumbs and waiting for him to rescue you, are you?”
“No,” I said, chuckling a little. “I’m busy as shit.”
“Exactly.” She peered over at them, where they were watching Penelope through her kennel. “If they don’t end up giving to you, don’t stress about it. It’s a dry run. By the time I’m done with you, this place will be crawling with donors.”
My jaw tensed. I was still riled up from watching Luna go to bat for me. “Okay.”