A Billionaire Between the Sheets by Katie Lane Read Free Book Online

entryway like the poor hillbillies they were. But, at sixteen, Deacon had been very aware. He’d been aware of the look of disgust on the face of the butler who answered the door. The look of shock on Olivia’s mother’s face when she learned they were relatives. And the look of resignation on his uncle’s face when he offered them the guest rooms.
    But even from their first meeting, Olivia’s face had given nothing away. Not when his uncle had asked her to show them around the large house. And not when Grayson and Nash had raced down the hallways whooping with delight.
    Deacon hadn’t raced around or whooped with delight. Not wanting to show his embarrassment over his brothers’ reaction, he’d stood with his arms crossed over his chest and glared with pure teenage belligerence. In fact he’d held on to the belligerence the entire next day, refusing to enjoy the huge game and media rooms. Instead he borrowed a bestselling thriller from the shelf in the library and headed for the garden. That was where Olivia found him.
    “Michael doesn’t want you here.”
    Startled, Deacon dropped the book. He turned to see her standing there in a prim and proper sundress. She had a pimple on her chin, and braces puffed out her full lips.
    “Who cares what your uncle wants?” he said as he picked up the book and went back to reading. But her hurtful words made it impossible. As much as he tried to act like he didn’t care what his uncle thought, he did. He cared more than anyone would ever know.
    “Then why did you come?” She moved closer, the heels of her sandals clicking on the paving stones. “I overheard my mother say that you came for money.”
    He jumped to his feet. “I don’t want shit from you or your stepfather. I think he’s an arrogant ass.”
    “Is not!” she snapped. “Michael’s a kind, caring man—”
    “Who makes his money off selling cheap, sleazy underwear!”
    Her eyes turned hard and angry. “They are not cheap or sleazy!”
    To his surprise she jerked up her dress. Not just to her waist, but all the way over her head. And she was right. The lacy bra and panties didn’t look cheap…or sleazy. Barely covering her petite body with its small breasts, they looked hot. Especially to a sixteen-year-old who got a boner just by climbing a rope in gym class. His penis came to full attention, something his uncle couldn’t help but notice when he arrived on the scene.
    “Deacon!”
    Deacon snapped out of his daydream to see his little brother barreling down the path through the trees like the hounds of hell were chasing him.
    Deacon got to his feet. “What happened?”
    Grayson took a moment to catch his breath. “Some guys in a black SUV arrived.”
    “Shit.” He left his fishing pole and tackle box and started toward the cabin. “Who are they? Federal agents who have come to arrest Donny John for illegal gambling? Or did Nash get himself in trouble again?”
    “Neither.” Grayson followed behind him. “They aren’t feds or cops. They’re lawyers.”
    He stopped and turned. “Lawyers?”
    Grayson nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Olivia was telling the truth. Uncle Michael left us shares in the company. We’re millionaires, Deke.” He slapped him on the arm. “At least we will be as soon as you sign Olivia’s contract. And I figure since they’re Uncle Michael’s lawyers, they can take the contract back to her.”
    Deacon should have been overjoyed. His dream was about to become true. But it was hard to be overjoyed when the daydream had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Which might explain why he wasn’t friendly to the lawyers who sat at the card table with glasses of sweet tea in front of them. Both got to their feet as soon as he entered the cabin, but it was the older of the two who spoke.
    “Deacon Valentino Beaumont?” When Deacon merely nodded, he continued the introduction. “I’m Jeffrey Connors, a lawyer for the late Michael Casanova Beaumont.” He nodded at the