Inked: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance (9 page)

I
see
her defenses fall down around her. I see the vulnerability in her eyes. Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes. Finally! I crawl toward her slowly and press my lips against hers. I’m not going to let her regret this.

I moan into her mouth, and slip my tongue in, massaging hers and enjoying her hands tangling in my hair.
Let go, peaches.

She rocks her pussy against me and it’s almost more than I can take.

I’m so fucking hard for her. She’s all I’ve wanted for so long. I want this to last.

I gently pull her bra free of her arms. She shakes out her hair and tries to cover herself from me shyly.

“No you don’t, peaches.” I can see the hesitation in her eyes and the distrust. My girl doesn’t like to be told what to do, but that’s only because of another man doing her wrong. She’ll learn to love what I do to her.

She’ll learn to trust me. I’ll show her.

“I wanna see you. I wanna see every inch of your beautiful skin.”

I lean down and kiss her neck. She tilts her head, letting a soft moan of pleasure escape and exposing more of herself to me.

My fingers grip the edge of her panties and I’m slow to pull them down her thighs. I kiss my way down, loving the feel of her beneath me and the way she writhes from my touch. I plant kisses on her breasts, her sides, her hips. I look up at her and leave one on her clit.

She looks down at me with a vulnerability I’m growing to love.

I take a languid lick of her heat.

I groan and close my eyes. Peaches. “So fucking sweet.” A beautiful blush colors her cheeks. I stare into her eyes as I suck her clit into my mouth and massage it with my tongue. She tries to keep my gaze, but her head falls back and her hands fly to my hair.

I suck harder and slip two fingers into her soaking pussy.

Fuck, she’s so tight and hot. She’s going to feel like heaven on my dick. I curl my fingers and stroke her G-spot, needing to get her off again so I can get inside her.

I
need
her.

I kick my pants off as she cums on my fingers. Her arousal leaks out of her pussy and I’m quick to lick it up. Her body jerks and trembles, and her eyes close tight as her release takes over.

I push my boxers down and cage her small body in under me.

I line the head of my dick up as the last of her orgasm flows through her. I dip into her pussy slowly, loving how tight and hot she is for me. I hold my breath as I push all the way in, making her back arch. Her nails dig into my back and her forehead pinches as she struggles to take all of me. I kiss the crook of her neck and give her a moment to get adjusted to my size.

She feels so fucking good. I knew she would. I groan against her neck. I knew she’d feel just like this.

I rock slowly and listen as her moans of slight pain become moans of intense pleasure. It doesn’t take long until she’s rocking her pussy and pushing me in deeper. Her heels dig into my ass, begging me for more. And I give it to her.

I don’t hold back.

I thrust into her, holding her hips down so she forced to take all of me and everything I’m giving her.

Over and over I impale her with my dick. She screams out my name and it’s the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

I need to cum, but I don’t want to yet. I don’t want this to be over.

I’ve finally gotten a taste of her. I’ve broken down a wall I’m not sure she’ll leave down for me. I know there’s a good chance that the moment this is over, she’s going to regret it. And I don’t want that. I can’t stand the thought that she’d ever regret being with me.

I push harder into her. I pound into her tight little pussy with everything I have, holding back my need to cum.

Her neck arches, and she screams out as her body trembles beneath me. The urge to cum is strong, but I don’t. I won’t. I want more.

I need to give her more.

I cover her nipple with my mouth and suck, keeping up my ruthless pace.

Her body pushes against mine as she screams, “Zane!” Her scream is a plea. I know this is intense, but I’m going to give her everything I’ve got.

I pull back and release her nipple with a pop before doing the same to the other side. My blunt fingernails dig into her hips, holding her still as I pound away, taking pleasure from her, but giving her so much more.

“Cum for me, peaches,” I whisper in her ear. And just like the good girl she is, she obeys.

The feel of her hot cunt pulsing around me is more than I can take. I erupt inside her, releasing wave after wave of hot streams. I cum harder than I ever have in my life.

I give her short, shallow pumps until I’m spent.

I look down at her, her eyes closed, mouth parted. Her skin is flushed with the most beautiful pink. She slowly opens her gorgeous green eyes and I can see everything in them.

She can’t hide a thing from me.

I see her desire, her fear. I see her for who she really is.

And I want her.

I need her.

I refuse to let her regret this.

I
hear
the door creak open and I become slightly annoyed. I don’t like being woken up before my alarm clock goes off. Katie should know that by now.

“Go away!” I growl at her from under the covers, pulling them tighter over my head and burying myself in the warmth of the bed. It’s too comforting. I’m not getting up.

If Katie knows what’s good for her, she’ll leave me alone and go on a run by herself.

A soft smile slips into place as I hear the door close and I’m able to relax slightly. I prepare to drift peacefully back to sleep.

But then I hear a sexy chuckle that causes my pulse to quicken.

“You’re not a morning girl, peaches?” Zane whispers.

I have to blink a few times and lower the covers, but only enough to see him.

Crap, I have no makeup on. I’m in an old baggy t-shirt… I look like shit.

And oh my god. Morning breath.

No, he cannot be here.

I totally kicked his ass out last night for this very reason.

I mean I was as nice as I could be, but I don’t want to ruin this before it even starts because of my morning breath!

I open my mouth to tell him to get out, but he crawls on the bed toward me with a heated look in his eyes. The look of a predator.

I shake my head and sit up slowly, backing away from him.

He smirks, like it’s cute.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” I ask him, just to change the subject from you-can’t-fuck-my-brains-out-when-I-have-morning-breath to anything else.

He smiles, and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t look completely doable right now. He hasn’t shaved, so he has a sexy bit of stubble I want to feel scratching on my inner thighs as he eats me out. His hair looks wild, and it’s begging me to run my hands through it. But I still haven’t even processed what happened last night. He left me exhausted and sated. I kicked him out, took a quick shower and crashed. Hard.

“Katie let me in.”

“That bitch!” Fucking Katie is going to be my downfall.

He laughs at me and cocks a brow as he says, “I can see why she said good luck.”

I bite my bottom lip and look down at the covers. What happened last night was amazing. I can’t deny that. I can’t deny how alive I felt under him. But I’m too scared to fall for him so quickly. It’s not safe. And I know that’s what’s going to happen if I'm not careful. I can’t let it happen.

I have to protect myself.

“Zane, I--”

“Shh,” he puts a finger to my lips. “Don’t think about it.” My lips soften against his finger and he pulls away. “I just need you this morning.” He leans forward for a kiss and I reluctantly give in. I can’t deny I want him. I’m tired of fighting.

“Let me make you feel good.”

I try to talk, I have every intention to object, but the soreness between my thighs reminds me of last night. My clit throbs as if I’ve been primed and ready for him since he left.

He pulls me down under him by my hips and I let out a small shriek.

He grins at me as he says, “You need to be quiet, peaches.” He lifts my t-shirt up high enough to kiss my belly. “In case Katie comes back,” he whispers against my pussy. His thumbs loop around my panties and with a quick tug, he shreds them into nothing.

My eyes go wide and my mouth opens into a perfect O as he licks my clit and pushes two thick fingers inside of me. Yes! He feels so good.

My nipples harden and I remember pinching them for him. I remember how he came watching me. I quickly pull the t-shirt off and do it again. My fingers roll my hardened peaks and then I gently pull. There’s a spike of pain that’s hardwired to my clit and I fucking love it.

He taught me that. He gave that pleasure to me.

He looks up at me from between my legs with a hunger that makes my pussy clench around his fingers.

He groans, “Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.”

He sits up between my legs and moves his dick back and forth between my pussy lips, pushing in before I have a moment to even think.

Fuck
, I barely think as my head falls back.

I hold in my breath as he pushes his rigid cock deeper and deeper.

The stinging pain of being stretched to my limit combined with the ache from last night makes it almost too much. But then his thumb rubs against my clit, and the delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my body crave more.

He stills deep inside of me and kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips.

I arch my back and then tilt my hips. I need more of him. More.

As he thrusts his hips, I let out a strangled cry of pleasure.

My head thrashes, but he grips my chin and crushes his lips against mine.

I feel like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe.

I only want him.

He kisses me with a passion I thought I’d imagined last night.

I kiss him back with everything I have. No thought, only feeling. My body is moving on pure instinct. He devours my kisses like they were meant for him and him alone. My nails dig into his back, and I urge him on.

He pounds into me, taking more and more of me each time.

He pulls away and takes in a breath, pulling his shirt off. His muscles ripple, and the sight alone makes me clench around him.

He owns me in this moment. I know it. He knows it. He towers above me with power and lust. And I
love
it. I
want
it.

He doesn’t ask, he merely flips me onto my knees and hammers into me from behind, taking me how he wants me. I can barely hold this position. My fingers dig into the mattress and I struggle to stay up as he fucks me ruthlessly. The wet sounds of him slamming into me again and again fill the room. I feel so weak and helpless, but more than that, deliciously used. And overwhelmed with a pleasure I’ve never felt before.

He leans down, pressing his chest to my back. His deft fingers find my clit and he rubs mercilessly.

Too much. Too much.

I bury my head in the pillow and he bites and sucks my neck and back, alternating with kisses. All the while fucking me with a relentless pace. I arch my back and he goes in deeper. Fuck! I moan into the sheets, biting down on them to muffle my need to scream.

And just when I think it’s too much, and I can’t take anymore, we both cum violently.

A blinding white light flashes before my eyes, and paralyzing pleasure flows through me.

He kisses my spine all the way up to my neck. He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like he needs me. My heart swells, and I find myself kissing him back passionately. In this kiss I'm not holding back, I'm kissing him with the same intensity he's giving me.

As my orgasm leaves me and reality sets in, fear begins to overwhelm me. I didn’t want this. I don’t want to be in a position to get hurt again. And that’s just what he’ll do. Like all men do. My breathing speeds up, and the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest.

“You have to go,” I tell him as the tears threaten to reveal themselves.

I’ve fallen too hard, too fast. I’m only going to get hurt.

“You okay, peaches?” he asks. He asks because he cares. But that’ll change. I know it will. And I’ll be stupid enough to believe he really does care about me. I’ll be the one getting hurt, and it’ll be all my fault.

“I’m fine, but Katie’s going to be back soon.” I wipe my eyes with my back turned to him. But he sees.

He grips my arm and makes me face him.

And I can tell by the way he tilts his head and gives me sad eyes, that he knows I’m going to lose it any second.

F
uck
, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what I did. But she’s already trying to run from me. I’m not gonna let her.

“Come here.” I pull her into my arms without giving her an option to leave me.

As soon as she’s in my arms, she starts crying.

“Did I hurt you?” I know it’s a tight fit and I was a bit rough with her, but I thought she was loving it.

I finally got her underneath me, and I took it too far. Fuck! I’ve never hurt a woman like that before, but I lose control when I’m with her. I can’t believe I hurt her. I feel like such a selfish prick.

She shakes her head in my chest, and I don’t understand.

“Tell me what to do,” I say as I sit back on the bed and pull her into my lap. Our cum leaks out of her and onto my leg, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll clean her up later.

“I’m scared, Zane,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her say it.

I smile gently into her hair. My chest feels like a weight’s lifted off of it. I didn’t hurt her. She just thinks I’m going to.

She’s too sweet. Too much of a good girl. But now she’s
my
good girl. I’m going to make sure she knows it.

“You’re scared I’m gonna hurt you?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she heaves a breath and lifts her face away from me. Her cheeks are reddened and tearstained, but somehow she looks even more beautiful. Her vulnerability and raw emotion are things I find even more gorgeous. I fucking love that she’s sharing with me. But she wasn’t going to. She was going to push me away. That shit’s not happening.

“I know how guys are,” she says flatly. Huh? Where's all this coming from?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her.

“Guys cheat--”

“Women cheat, too,” I say as I cut her off. I'm nipping that shit right in the bud. I stare into her eyes, willing her to tell me what the fuck is going on in her head.

“Yeah, well, men are good at making up excuses for it and telling you that they love you and making pretty promises all the while thinking about fucking someone else.” She’s tense and on edge, and I get the feeling this isn't about me, and it’s not about us. It’s about something else.

“Women cheat too.” I stare into her eyes, willing her to tell me what the fuck is going on in her head.

I pull her closer to me and tell her truthfully, “Whatever asshole did that to you, didn’t deserve you.” Her eyes widen slightly and I add, “I’d never do that.”

I take her chin between my fingers and make her look at me. I brush my lips gently against hers and rest my forehead on hers.

“Listen to me, Maddy,” I start to tell her. My heart thumps in my chest with anxiety. I’m making her a promise in this moment. But I know she’ll be the one to break it.

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

She opens her eyes slowly and looks at me like she’s afraid to believe me.

“I’ll be yours and only yours, if you'll be mine,” I offer her.

She wipes her tears away and searches my face. My heart stalls in my chest as she seems to take forever.

“Don’t leave me hanging, peaches. Haven’t you done that enough?” I ask her with feigned desperation.

That gets a laugh from her. I fucking love that sound.

“Deal,” she says simply with a small smile and a spark of happiness in her eyes.

“You wanna go somewhere later?” I ask her to change the subject.

“Where?” she asks with a little pep in her voice that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“The parlor,” I suggest. I’ve been wanting her to come see it. If I give her a little more of me, maybe she’ll relax and just enjoy this. My eyes roam her naked body as she tries to cover herself with her bed sheet. I’m tempted to rip it out of her hands, but I let her cover herself. She needs it.

“You mean where you work?” she asks, and my eyes snap up to meet hers.

“Can we bring Katie?” Maddy asks. “She’s been wanting to check out a tattoo parlor for some time now.” I think that’ll make her happy, and if it means she’ll say yes, then fuck yeah Katie can come. She seems better when she’s got Katie around her, more at ease.

“Sure. I don’t see why not. It’ll give Needles someone to talk to.”

Maddy frowns. “Needles?”

“He’s a friend.” I’m trying to be casual about it all, but really I’m excited. This is my passion, and Needles is a good friend of mine. Really my only friend.

She seems a little giddy at the prospect of getting to see where I work.

“And maybe you’ll agree to get a tattoo from me,” I add.

Her eyes widen like I’ve lost my mind. “I don’t know about that.”

“Oh come on,” I lean in and kiss her neck before whispering in her ear, “Tattoos are sexy.”

She leans away and seems to consider it.

“What kind of a tattoo do you think I should get?” she asks and then purses her lips. I know she’s the kind of chick who would detail out every curve of a tattoo before letting me put it on her. It’s no fun for me, but that’s just who she is.

“I have the perfect idea,” I tell her.

She stares at me, waiting for me to continue.

I wink at her as I say, “Peaches.”

She playfully slaps my arm and leans into me. It makes me feel good. Disaster averted. For now, anyway.

It’s only a matter of time before she realizes how fucking bad I am for her. But I’ll let her be the one to call this off. I'll let her walk away if it gets to be too much for her.

But until that day comes, I’m gonna enjoy her as much as I can.

She really is too good for me, and one day she’ll realize it.

It fucking sucks, but I know it’s going to end before I’ve had my fill of her.