Love 'Em: A Bad Boy Romance (12 page)

She gives me side eyes. “And our little bet won’t work?”

I nod. “Exactly.”

She turns on her heel and heads down the hall. “I hate that bet—just
so you know.”

I jog after her. “Hey. It could be worse. I mean, it’s bound
to help you sell some books.”

She stops and whirls around to face me. “Or it can sink my
career when I lose. You’ve seen Shay. How do I possibly stand a chance going up
against
her
?”

I slide my hand along her jaw and push my fingers through
her hair, pulling her to me. “How does she stand a chance up against
you
?”

The hardness around her full lips melts and a little glimmer
comes into her eyes. She shakes her head. “You sure are a smooth-talking son of
a bitch.”

“Want to know what else I can do that’s smooth?”

Her fingers walk up my chest. “I think I might know.”

I close in, slipping my other hand under her shirt, palming her
tit and rolling that tempting little bead between my fingers. “You gonna let me
show you?”

She pulls back, mischief in her eyes. “You promise to do
that thing you did the other day? With your thumb?”

My cock grows three times its size and hardens ten times
over. I move my hand from her tit down into her pants to her ass, letting my
finger slip between her cheeks. “You mean back here?”

She answers with a
hmm
, and her head falls back. Her
hand finds my engorged dick as it tries to escape my jeans.

I walk her backward, my cock pressing into her hand. My
finger finds her tight little hole and slips down to tickle her pussy lips, dipping
into the wetness that’s already waiting for me to have a taste.

“Damn, woman, you’re addictive.”

She laughs. “Yeah? You think?”

I push her onto her high bed and drop to my knees at the
edge of it. “Fuck yeah. Now, bring that pussy over here and let me have a taste.”

She scoots to the edge, and I strip her pants off. I slide
my hands between her thighs.

Ronnie puts her hands over mine. “First, I wanted to say
thank you for yesterday. I don’t know what that guy would’ve done if you hadn’t
been there to stop him. That was amazing.”

My chest swells around the gratitude she just deposited. Then
my hunger overrules the need to bask in her praise. I smile. “You can thank me by
opening those legs. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for the last couple of days.
I need my fix.”

She rolls her eyes but lies back and opens to me. Her
milk-chocolate slit waits for my tongue. I slip my fingertip between her folds.
My cock hardens a little more. I undo the button on my pants to let him out.

Ronnie watches as I free my hard-on of its confines. She
licks her lips.

Her gaze finds mine. “I want a taste too.”

“Never let it be said that I don’t do whatever it takes to please
my lady.” I stand. “Turn around and hang your head off the edge of the bed. Wait.
Is that going to hurt your cut?”

“It might throb a bit, but I bet there will be a stronger throb
somewhere else.”

She turns, and I push my jeans down below my ass. Ronnie
opens her mouth. I aim my dick for her plump lips. She takes me in hand. Licking
the head, she sends a curl of heat through my balls. Then she guides me into her
mouth and closes around my shaft.

I groan as I lean over her. Her legs open, her knees
touching the bedspread out to the sides. Her sweet spot is wide open to me, with
her ass cheeks spread too. That dark spot she wants me to give some attention
to is ready and waiting.

I blow lightly over her cunt. “Fuck yes!”

With the very tip of my tongue, I probe her soft flesh. Her
lips twitch as I barely drag my tongue across her clit. The sweet scent of her
pussy hardens my erection even more.

She works my cock with her mouth, one hand on my ass, the
other massaging the underside of my balls. My dick tightens almost painfully.

I slip my finger between her folds, dipping into her wetness
and bringing some to the edge so I can lap it up. Tastes like heaven. I flatten
my tongue on her clit and drag it down to that tiny hole. So tight. Someday
soon, I’m gonna pump my cock into it—when she asks me.

Until then, I slide both long fingers into her entrance,
moving them in circles, working up a rhythm that follows the pace she’s set on
my dick.

My hips move in long strokes in and out of her mouth, the
head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Sliding between her lips is
better than the wettest dream I’ve ever had.

As I lick her pussy, my fingers pick up the pace, moving in
and out of her slit. Her cunt gives me more thick juice. I move one wet finger
down to her asshole.

When I touch the puckered place, she mews.

Oh yeah.

I slather my tongue around her clit, down between her lips,
and over her backside hole. Then I latch onto her clit and suckle as I push the
tip of my finger into that tight little hole. Her entire cunt pulses—her
asshole too. I have a finger in each, pumping into one and pulling out of the
other in a dance designed to make her moan.

Her mouth tightens around my cock. She sucks my dick with the
same enthusiasm I suckle her clit. Each of us lavishes pleasure on the other.
Soon we both move with one motion, each of our hips pumping against the other’s
mouth, our hands doing what they can to fulfill the gratification the other
craves.

I’ve never had a woman so responsive to my attentions, nor
have I had one so intent on satisfying my desires.

I brace my knees at the side of the mattress and slam my cock
into her mouth. She grips my ass with both hands, urging me on. Her hips buck
beneath me. Her moans vibrate through my cock. I answer in kind.

My erection grows to its max length and hardens until it’s
about to burst. She slides her tongue around me and slips it over the head,
sending an uncontrollable spasm through me.

I pull away from her clit, but keep my fingers moving in her
cunt and ass. “Aw. Babe. That’s it. Suck that fucker.”

I latch on to her nub and circle it with my tongue. Increasing
the speed, I bang in and out of her body with my fingers.

Fuck. I can’t wait.

I spew cum, and she sucks it down, never letting my cock out
of her hot mouth. My hips thrust until every drop is out.

I don’t let up licking her clit and plunging my fingers
inside her. After a couple of minutes, her body clenches tight on my fingers, pulsing
hard against me. I pull out of her slit, continuing to pump into her ass, while
I lick up all the juice her orgasm created. Her hips curl up to me, opening her
so my tongue can slip in as deep as I’m able.

As soon as her body relaxes, I stand and turn her around. I
yank her top off so I can watch those tits bounce as I fuck her. I dig into my
pocket and rip open a condom package. She takes it and rolls it onto my
erection. Grabbing her by the backs of her knees, I pull her pussy to meet my
engorged cock.

She smiles as I slip inside, giving me a satisfied grunt
when I draw out and bang into her. Her eyes hold mine as I pull back and do it
again. She tightens her legs around my ass, yanking me in the next time.

The way her body fits around me, the way she looks at me—it’s
like I’m the only man she’s ever wanted to be with. I’m the only man in the
world. I’m a king in her arms.

I impale her over and over until she grabs the bedspread and
twists it in her grasp. Her mouth opens, and her breath shallows and quickens. Her
tits bounce perfectly as she grunts and groans, and I drive into her faster and
harder.

Somehow, I’m more important between her legs, servicing her
pussy—hell, even when she looks at me across the fucking room—than I am when
I’m in front of a million people.

When her body tightens around me, I let loose. I push into
her as far as I can as my cock convulses inside her warm pussy, so welcoming
and tight.

I loosen my grip, and her legs drop from around my waist. I
fall onto the bed next to her. Ronnie’s face is radiant with a light sheen of
sexy sweat.

I lick her lips. “You taste of my cum.”

She nips my chin. “You taste like me.”

I grab a tit and lean in to kiss her. “You are, by far, the
best
fuck I’ve ever had.”

She smiles. “You’re pretty close to the top of my list.”

“What? After
that
, I don’t get top spot?”

She shrugs, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe I want you to try
harder.”

Dave pulls up to the curb. I wait on the front porch,
adjusting the small camera pin.

He leans across the car and opens the door, waving me in.
“C’mon, or we’ll be late.”

“Late for what?” I buckle up.

He shoots me a grin as he hits the gas. “I have a special
evening planned under the lights.”

Oh, thank God. Maybe he’s finally decided he likes me.

I slump a little at the thought.

Guess I have to cut Jack loose. Once Dave kisses me, that’s the
cut-off signal. I have to have a point of demarcation, right?

Yes. Definitely.

I
cannot
be a cheater. If there’s no kissing, then Dave
and I are only friends, but once he crosses that line—

Pulling my shoulders back, I grin. And I
will
be
happy about it. This is my career and that trumps
crazy hot monkey sex
with Jackson Tremaine.

Dave pulls up at a public park. The sun has dipped below the
horizon, and the big lights shine almost blindingly. About thirty people mill
around with their dogs on leashes. Some sort of obstacle course is corded off in
the midst of it all.

“A dog party?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Not a party. An agility course training
session. I think you’ll like it. It’s fun.”

Dog. Agility. Training. Not even a competition—just
practice?

We saunter over to the sidelines. A tall, dark headed guy
lets his Sheltie off the lead. Another person with a timer signals. And it’s
off and running.

Dave leans close and whispers, “See, the dog has to make
sure to follow the handler’s directions. It has to go fast, but still pay
attention to what its master is telling him to do.”

I feign fascination while my career huddles under the
nearest tree, dying slowly.

When the Sheltie is finished, some type of terrier takes its
mark.

I turn to Dave. “So, you’re a dog lover?”

The guy with the Sheltie approaches. Dave eyes him, smiling
like they’re friends. But the man just keeps going, only raising a pinky from the
end of the leash for a brief second as he passes, tugging the dog along. The
pooch pulls against him, obviously trying to get to Dave.

“Dave?” I ask.

“Ronnie.” Dave swings back to face me with a sigh.

Is he annoyed?

A knot forms in the pit of my stomach.

The rest of the evening is spent walking around the dog course,
stopping each time a new dog takes the field. He doesn’t even touch the small
of my back. No hand holding. No anything. I touch Shayna more than this when we
go out together.

This is a lost cause. I should simply cut my losses and call
it a bust. By the time Dave pulls up in front of the house, I’ve decided to do exactly
that.

He jumps out and comes around to open my door. “I hope you
had fun.”

I sigh.

This is it. Rip off the bandage. “It was nice.”

He smiles. He has pretty eyes. Too bad there’s nothing
between us.

Gah. I need to tell him. Deep breath.

“So, Dave—”

“About New Year’s Eve…” he takes my hand.

Oh. Maybe he’s going to ask me out. Maybe he’s just
cautious. Maybe—

“I have a family thing out of state. It’s been planned for a
while. But, I’d love to get together the next week. Wednesday? I have an idea
for something a bit more exciting than dinner or dogs.”

My career gets a second wind and cheers from the sidelines.
I let out a relieved sigh. “Yeah, okay. That sounds good.”

He squeezes my hand. I shift from one foot to the other. Waiting.

He lets go of my fingers and places a hand on my shoulder.
Is he finally going to kiss me?

I hold my breath. His hand slides across my back as he pulls
me in for a side-hug. “Great. I’ll call you on Monday or something.”

He jogs back around his car, hops in, and zooms off with a
little wave.

Side-hug? Well, I suppose that’s progress. Not much though.

I drag into the house. I drop my purse on the counter in the
kitchen, and my phone vibrates. I fish it out of my bag.

Jackson.

“Hey, Peaches. How was the doggie date?”

Of course. The video feed. “Don’t you have anything better to
do than watch me on my dates with Dave?”

He chuckles. “Nope. I still have an hour before I’m on air.”

“Then I hope you were bored to tears.” I almost was.

“So, no plans for New Year’s then?”

I rub the ache forming between my eyebrows. “I guess not. But,
that doesn’t mean a thing. He asked me for a date next week. I think he must’ve
been hurt in a past relationship and that’s why he’s taking things slow. I’m not
out of the game yet.”

“Chill out there, Peaches. I wasn’t asking if you’re down
for the count. I was calling to see if you want to go out with me on New Year’s
Eve.”

I fan myself as heat washes over me. “Ah. Well—should we do
that? I mean, we said after the bookstore thing that we should probably not be seen
in public together.”

Jack laughs. “Maybe. But this is a masked ball. No one will
even know it’s you.”

Masquerade? “Really? And you want to take
me
?”

“Love, I haven’t yet had my fill of you.”

I stand in front of the full-length mirror, pushing, tugging,
and stuffing my boobs into the bodice of a dress any woman with tits this size
should never consider wearing. However, on such short notice, this was the best
I could do.

I’ve owned exactly two formal gowns in my life. Both prom
dresses. Neither still fit, and, even if they did, they certainly wouldn’t be appropriate
for a masquerade ball.

I fluff out my black brocade skirt. The fabric is luxurious
and sewn through with silver threads. Hopefully it will match whatever mask
Jackson brings for me. He wanted to buy me a dress, but, of course, I couldn’t
let him do that. So we compromised on the mask.

I pull open the door. Jack stands at the edge of the porch with
his back to me. Even from this viewpoint, the cut of his tux screams money. He
turns, his half-smile enough to send even the most prudish of women into a fit
of desire. A flutter in my chest is accompanied by a flood of saliva in my
mouth and a similar flow of warm wetness to my pussy.

I swallow before I drool.

His gaze meets mine. And then it travels the length of my
gown and back, stopping at my almost overflowing breasts. A flush of heat
rushes up over my chest and onto my cheeks. This dress feels less and less
appropriate every second.

I run my fingers over the pendant Gee-Gee gave me when I
graduated high school. “Will I do?”

Jackson’s eyes grow serious as he steps to me. His hand
snakes around my waist. “Will you do? Are you kidding? You’re absolutely
stunning.”

He draws me near, his mouth crashing into mine. He nips my
bottom lip and trails heated kisses down my neck to the cleavage so
precariously contained in the corset I almost didn’t get hooked. His tongue
slides between my tits, sending more dampness to my core. He moves back to my mouth.

He pulls me so close that my feet leave the ground, and I
grasp at his broad shoulders. After walking us into the house, Jack slams the
door. Immediately, he turns us so he can back me against it as he finds the wild
pulse in my neck. He grunts as his tongue makes circles over the tops of my
breasts.

A throb beats at my pussy as my fingers find his zipper.

He pulls back, his chest heaving, matching my own. He licks
his lips, the spark in his eye now a roaring flame. “We stop now, or we don’t stop
at all. If we don’t, then we skip this party. I’d be happy to ring in the New
Year right here, driving my cock into your hot cunt. Your choice.”

“Hmm. Decisions, decisions.”

This dress cost me a mint, even if it does seem rather
lacking in comparison to Jack’s designer tuxedo. “Ball, then back to your place
for sex?”

He grabs me by the waist and yanks me into his arms, his mouth
coming down on mine for a quick kiss. “You got it. That is, if I can wait long
enough to get back to my place.”

His cock presses into my belly, even through all the layers
of my gown. “You get your coat. I’ll be right back. I forgot something in the
car.”

I grab my cloak from my bed and meet Jack in the entryway. “All
right, I’m ready.”

He pulls his hands from behind his back.

Oh. Wow.

My fingers go to my lips as I take a step forward. “That’s not
what I thought you had in mind.”

He holds out the incredible mask, made from black lace and
encrusted with gemstones along the bottom edge, the lacy edges at the top tapering
over the forehead. Along one side, black and white feathers fan from the corner,
dipping so they will likely cover a portion of the wearer’s cheek.

He pushes it into my hands, but I pull them back.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“Oh, no. It’s beautiful. More than beautiful. But it looks
super expensive. When I agreed you could buy the mask, I thought it would be a
simple thing, cheap, not really a big deal.
This
is a big deal.”

He gives an exaggerated eye roll. “It didn’t cost much at all.
Just take it. We don’t have time to go shopping for something else. You have to
wear the mask, or your identity will be spread all over every gossip rag by the
end of the next printing—thus ending the bet and your book sales.”

Book sales. He’s got me on that one.

I wilt and hold out my hand. “Fine, but you have to return
it afterward. It’s much too expensive for me to keep.”

He takes my fingers and wraps them over the mask’s silk
ties. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, get in the car before I decide we don’t
need to go after all. You look delectable in that dress. I want to rip you out
of it like a beautiful gift meant to be opened.”

My knees go a bit weak. Never has a man made me feel so attractive,
so desirable. I let him lead me to the car, where he holds my hand during the
entire drive. His fingers dance along mine, letting me know that, even though
he’s driving, he’s still thinking of me.

I don the mask, checking in the mirror on the visor to
ensure that my face is well hidden. If I didn’t know it was me, I’m not sure
I’d recognize myself.

As he slows to pull up to the valet station, he says, “You’ve
sure been quiet, Peaches. You aren’t upset with me about the mask, are you?
It’s just that I was looking for one I thought would suit you. This was the
only one pretty enough to deserve to be worn by such a lovely woman.”

My words swoon right along with my heart. I squeeze his
fingers in lieu of an answer.

He draws my hand to his lips, kissing each of my knuckles in
turn. “I’ll be around in a second.”

Jack exits the car, chats with the valet for a moment, and
then opens my door. Flashing cameras, red carpet, and reporters behind a roped
barrier. The entire walk is a blur of media and shouts for attention from my popular
and very famous date.

“Who’s your guest?” someone from the throng calls.

Jackson’s hand covers the fingers I’ve got tucked into the
crook of his elbow. “She’s my mystery partner for the evening.”