Then we pulled up to his house and I could see how the estate sprawled out endlessly in either direction from the long driveway. This is beyond the rich kids' money that I’m used to. Keith is in a league of his own. Suddenlybillionairedoesn’t seem like such a far stretch.
I get to truly appreciate his physique here at the house, from his dark hair to his towering presence to the hypnotic grey of his tantalizing eyes. If this is the devil who rescued me, I hope he plans on taking his repayment in sins. I can’t wait to see what Keith has to offer me. The alcohol is definitely still giving me a little courage. My thoughts are dirtier than usual, but it could be because of this total out of body experience I’ve found myself in.
Keith points me to a bathroom off the main entrance so I can freshen up. It’s a ridiculously large space for not even being the master bath, with a double vanity and a big, tinted window that looks out over a property I can’t really make out in the dark. Keith mentions that there’s a pack of spare toothbrushes in the vanity, and I take the hint and find the supplies to clean out the aftertaste of my bad drinking decisions.
I brush my teeth twice before I’m comfortable with my breath again. I feel better, but it doesn’t help with the nerves. Before I head back out, I use my phone to drop my location to my sister, who will just think I found myself a hot date for once. Hopefully that’s how the night ends.
I walk out into the hall, hearing movement further inside the house and follow it. I find Keith standing in the kitchen, two glasses sitting on the counter. His t-shirt is dry and wrinkled now, and I kind of miss when it was wet and sticking to his delicious abs. Even if I couldn’t see them well in the dark, boy, could I feel them when he lifted me.
I set my purse down on the island as I take a seat, half-surprised I’ve managed to hang onto it this long. With everything that’s happened tonight, it’s kind of wild how a few things have actually gone my way—and when they have, they’ve gone surprisingly well. I shoot Keith a smile as he grabs a bottle from the other side of the kitchen, tilting it to show me the label before he leans on the opposite side of the counter.
I watch him pour both of us a glass and I can already tell it’s going to make my stomach turn. He seems dead set on handing me this ridiculous contract I’m supposed to review, and the whole thing feels like the kind of situation that calls for a little liquid courage.
In the time it takes him to disappear, collect the contract and return, I’ve second guessed my decision twice. I barely conceal the little squeak of nerves that wants to escape when he hands over the papers. It’s surreal as I begin reading them.
Off-Grid Agreement
Venturing off-grid comes with its own advantages. Agreeing to partake in play with any member of the OGB (Off-Grid Billionaires) entails that the participant in play understands that this is a no-strings-attached type of agreement, scheduled for a selected amount of time no shorter than one hour. Goingoff-grid means you’re willing to step into your depraved side and experience what it means to feel with every single nerve.
OGB is an entity designed to protect all participants. Any person, be it member of the OBG or a willing participant, who violates the terms of the contract forfeits the protection outlined herein, and is subject to persecution for blasphemy, slander or any other negative reaction due to personal details and pleasures being leaked. OBG is bound by discretion and once the terms of the agreement are met, the participants can go to no-contact from that point forward. Specific contacts through an OGB-protected line can be secured if additional ventures are desired by any participant.
Your sins are our pleasure to protect.
By agreeing to play with member(s) of OGB, you submit to all reaches of play.
Signed:Keith Lockwood
Applicants name:
Participant(s) safe word(s):
Participant(s) hard and soft limits:
I read it twice, then pick up the glass and slam the drink back. It’s more than a shot, and burns my throat and eyes as I swallow down the tawny liquid.
Coughing, I pound on my chest and stare through my watering eyes. Keith stands on the opposite side of the counter from me, looking amused. I fan a hand in front of my mouth, the alcohol intense. This isstrong. It’s probably better quality than the junk that I was drinking at the party and the burn is stronger, too.
“Water,” I gasp. He snorts and starts looking around, pulling a glass down while I cough. This liquid isn’t giving me courage; it’s giving my stomach-churning flashbacks to the trunk and I really don’t want to ruin his spotless kitchen by puking all over it.
“Water won’t help,” he tells me, popping a can of soda. “That’s actual sacrilege drinking water with this particular import, but if it’ll help—”
I swipe the can away before he wastes time pouring it, guzzling the soda until some of the burn subsides. Even my nose hurts. After the rush of storm chasing, this isn’t the kind of high that I need. I want the liquor to kick in, take me back to that carefree, happy place where I don’t overthink.
Setting aside the can, I don’t look at him as I pick up the pen to scribble my name. His palm presses over the line where I guess I’m supposed to sign, and I glance back up to him.
Headrush.
“Don’t sign,” he says seriously, his grey eyes glancing up and down as he studies me, “unless you mean it. Don’t let the alcohol impair your thoughts, girly.”
I press my lips together, holding his gaze. God I want to melt into those eyes and see if Keith is as wild as the storms he likes to chase. “I mean it.”
Pushing his hand away, I sign my name better than I expected:Hayden Carlisle.
As soon as the contract is signed, Keith picks it up and puts it on a counter across the room. He takes a sip of his drink instead of slamming it like I did. Licking my lips, I circle the island so we can stand together.
Then I throw my arms around him, whiskey glass be damned, and kiss him. He stumbles back a step in surprise, dragging me with him, and I cling to his body as one arm wraps around me. His lips slant over mine as I kiss him, and I don’t give a damn if the kissing is kind of sloppy and wet and his tongue tastes like the spiced liquor he handed me. Keith takes a sharp breath, twisting us around, and I lose focus on anything but the feel of his body pressing mine against the corner of the counter.
His tongue slips into my mouth and I moan into his. My hands explore the hard planes of his body as I drag the fabric up his torso with my fingers, seeking the heat of his skin. Keith pulls back from kissing me just long enough to tear his shirt over his head, and my ass slips down the side of the counter a little.
