BAD BOY ROMANCE: A Wifey for the Bad Boy (Contemporary Alpha Male Romance Book) (New Adult Alpha Male Romance Short Stories) (59 page)

Chapter 6

I continued to sit as Ivy walked through the crowd of people and greet them until she got to one girl. The tension was evident between them and they exchanged an awkward greeting before they went in opposite directions. Ivy came back to sit with me.

“Who's this?” one of the girls said. She was clad in black clothes, had bright red lipstick on, and was covered in tattoos.

“I'm Selina. I come from the same place as Ivy,” I said. Ivy's attention was still on the girl at the bar, and my mind was alive with various thoughts.

“Oh how exciting! Ivy never tells us about her past, tell me some secrets!” she pleaded. I looked at Ivy but she was still distracted.

“Oh, I don't know, I don't really have any, it was just a quiet town  and not much happened there.” At that point Ivy rose and went to speak to the girl at the bar again. I looked over to them.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“Don't even go there. Those two are, god, when they're good they're great but too often they're terrible. Both of them are as bad as each other. They need a good girl to straighten them out but when they get together they just bring each other down. Both of them know it too. Brie is the one that's trying to remain strong and resist but Ivy isn't making it easy.

“Oh,” I said in a small voice. I wanted this night to be about me and Ivy but it was quickly turning into something else.

“You like her, don't you?” the tattooed woman said. I squirmed in my seat but I knew there was no point in denying it. I'd been denying it to everyone else for so long as well that it was nice to admit it to someone.

“I'd tell you to do yourself a favor and go after someone who is better for you, but I know that's not going to do any good. Ivy has a way of getting under your skin. We all call her poison Ivy. She hates it, but it's accurate.” She had a lilt to her voice that suggested she had suffered from the same affliction as I, and we sisters-in-arms raised our glasses to each other.

“I don't know if anything is going to happen, but I've liked her for as long as I can remember and I never...the place we grew up in was very traditional so I never got a chance to be myself, if you know what I mean.”

“I do, but you don't have that excuse anymore. If you want something to happen with her then you're going to have to tell her, but just go careful, she'll tell you she doesn't believe in love but there's no doubt in my mind, she loves Brie. Don't let her take advantage of you.”

“I won't,” I said. The woman left to go back to her friends, but not before squeezing my shoulder. I appreciated the gesture and I had never felt as unsure as I did in that moment. I was just a small girl in a world of complicated emotions that I didn't understand, and when I glanced at Ivy, who was returning to my table, I knew that it wasn't going to get any simpler anytime soon.

“Let's go outside,” she said, clasping my hand and not giving me any choice in the matter. We walked up a narrow staircase and then out onto the roof. There were a few other people there but they were all lost in their own worlds. We walked to the edge of the building.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Ivy said as she looked across at the sea of glittering lights. All I could think about were all the lives being lived at that moment, and we were just two small parts of the universe, yet we held within us such power to affect each others' lives. The night was cool and the air was warm. Ivy lit a cigarette. The end glowed orange as she placed it in between her lips. A plume of smoke was forced from her lips and it wafted into the air, becoming nothing. She offered me one but I declined.

“Still a good girl,” she said teasingly.

“Not all the time,” I said, trying to be playful. Ivy only glanced towards me, seemed to study me for a moment, and then turned her eyes back to the city.

“I thought I'd be happy once I left but it wasn't that simple,” she said. “Things happen, you know.”

“I know.”

She smiled at me again.

“You're still young, I'm not sure that you do know, but it's alright. You will soon enough.”

Again I was filled with the sense that although she wasn't technically much older than me she had much more life experience.

“Who was that girl in there?” I asked, fearing the answer but knowing I had to ask the question.

“She is...fuck, she's probably the love of my life and I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to escape her. We're not good together, we just end up in bad places, but I just can't help myself.”

“I see.”

She laughed a little. “You're really sweet, you know that?”

My face lit up.

“If you could have one thing in the world what would it be?” she asked. I chewed my lip.

“I'm not sure, you go first.”

“That's not how it works. I asked you.”

“Age before beauty,” I resisted. She narrowed her eyes at me but accepted the challenge.

“Fine. I guess I just want to be happy. I want to be able to be myself and not worry about not being good enough. I want to be with someone and have it just work without all the drama or bullshit. I guess I just want a shot at what everyone else seems to have. Now you go.”

I stepped forward to stand right by her side. We were both looking out onto the city, like we were gods looking down on our kingdom below.

“If you had asked me that a long time ago I would have said the chance to be alone with you. And I think maybe you need someone who has known who you were, not just who you are. I always had the biggest crush on you Ivy...and we've both ended up in this same place. Does that mean anything to you?” I asked, my voice tinged with desperate hope. Ivy flicked her cigarette off the roof. The ashes fluttered like gray snowflakes.

“I'm not what you think I am Selina. I'm not going to be any good for you. You deserve better.”

“I don't care about what I deserve. I care about what I want. Maybe you don't need love right now. Maybe you need companionship. Maybe you just need whatever I can give you. I'm still trying to figure myself out as well but all I know is that I've wanted you since forever, and right now there's only me and you up here.” I took her hand in mine and stood in front of her, searching her eyes for some glimmer of hope. She licked her lips and I could see her staring back at me.

“Selina...” she said, but I didn't let her finish. I leaned forward and stole a kiss from her. I could taste the cigarette on her breath. Her warm lips pressed against mine, getting more eager as our passion grew. Her arms wrapped around my body tightly and my fingers ran through her hair. I grinned as we lifted each other up on our tiptoes and let the world melt away around us. We broke off and I felt her warm breath linger against my face as she caressed my head, planting softer kisses on my cheeks.

“I think maybe I've been waiting for you to catch me up,” she said.

Chapter 7

When we left the bar Brie gave us an evil look but the tattooed woman gave me a look of encouragement. I didn't know where things were going to go with Ivy but I had wanted her for so long that it was burning me up inside and I knew that even if it only lasted one night it would have been worth it.

We rushed back to my apartment, hand in hand the whole way, and as I fumbled for the key I felt her hands exploring my body, reaching around my hips and waist, finding the edge of my top and infiltrating underneath. Arousal flushed through me as I felt her skin against mine, and I twisted my head so that she could kiss me as I inserted the key and twisted it.

We fell through the door.

“You have a...nice place,” she said, pushing me against the now-closed door and pressing her hips into mine. Our breaths were hot and heavy and we clawed at each other to get our clothes off.

“It just needs some work, I have only been here a few days remember,” I said, biting back against her kisses, catching her lip in between my teeth. It only seemed to spur her on. She took my hands and pinned me against the wall. Her hair was all over me as she kissed my neck and sucked on me like a vampire. I writhed under the strain of pleasure as all my fantasies were coming through. The new sensations were almost unbearable and I didn't know how I was going to cope with them. My heart was thundering out of my chest and my body was screaming in ecstasy. Goosebumps rippled over my skin as Ivy's breath and saliva dripped down me. She slithered down my body until she was on her knees. Her hands reached up to grope at my breasts, pinching my bullet nipples through my thin top, making my gasp and shudder. If she hadn't been pushing me against the door I would have fallen to me knees.

Then I felt her undo my jeans and slip them down.

“Ivy,” I began with a gasping breath, “there's something you should know I...I've never...” I said, not able to admit that I was a virgin.

“I know what it's like Selina, I know, I was the same when I left,” she said, which was a surprise, “But you're with me now, I've got you,” she added, and then my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt her delve in between my thighs and start to pleasure me with her tongue and her fingers. It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. First she teased my inner thigh by running her sharp nails down it, getting ever closer to my already-wet pussy. Then, she leaned in and rested her head against me leg so that I could feel her breath against me, inching ever closer. I heard her murmur with satisfaction as she breathed in my scent. Her hands fell down my body and started to stroke my lips, just as I had imagined her doing on all those lonely nights long ago, in another world.

The pleasure swept through me like wildfire and my mouth hung open. My legs trembled as she dipped a finger inside me and started curling it up and down, getting deeper and deeper inside until she had reached my sweetest spot and a silent scream came out of my mouth. Then another finger followed and an orchestra was crashing inside my head, with the big boom of a drum sounding as her tongue joined the action, sliding and swirling around me, making sweat pour out of my body. In a rare moment where my eyelids were not clamped shut I looked down to see her turquoise hair splayed out all across my thighs. My arms searched the walls for support and found the door handle, which I squeezed until  my knuckles went white as I tried to brace myself for the pleasure which surged within.

Outside I could barely see the stars but there were supernovas in my eyes as orgasmic ecstasy rushed through me. I was caught in all the anguished delights of my dreams and fantasies as Ivy reached deep inside me and pulled out all the remnants of my innocence, casting them aside because I did not need them anymore. My body jerked violently as the orgasm exploded and I gave Ivy everything I had, everything that had been hers from the very beginning. She remained in between my legs for a while after, kissing me softly and stroking my burning thighs before she rose again. I could taste myself on her lips, and it was strangely comforting. We lovingly caressed each other and stripped each other of our remaining clothes. She looked glorious naked. The tattoos curled around her body, making her skin seem alive and shifting. She turned around and beckoned me with one finger to the bed. I followed willingly, and when we were there she threw her arms around me and showered me in kisses.

“It's funny,” she said as we lay looking out of the window, “we come from the same place but we could never have had this there.”

“No,  we would have just been half-alive,” and as I felt her naked body against mine I knew that I had made the right decision in leaving home, and that I would never regret it.

I don't know where it's going to end up, but wherever she leads I will follow.

THE END

Teach Me Love

Chapter 1

I watched her every day with such adoring glances that I wondered if anyone else knew. Sometimes it seemed so obvious that I was in love with her that I flushed with embarrassment. I heard the students whisper and imagined that they must have been whispering about her and me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It was like she had stepped out of one of my dreams and I still remember the day when I first stepped into her class. She teaches English Literature. I once harbored hopes of being a writer until I read more books and realized that I would never come close to the greats. And if I couldn't be the best then what was the point? A few scathing replies from publishers and agents didn't help either. It was a business in which you need a thick skin, and unfortunately I do not have that.

I did a lot of research and it seemed that a lot of writers went into teaching, so I did the next best thing to that and became a teaching assistant. The first time I ever walked into a lesson, Lucy Mills must have thought that I was an imbecile because I saw her and was stunned. I literally stopped in my tracks, paralyzed by her beauty. She was in her mid-40s, a little under twenty years older than me, but unless you looked closely at creases appearing around her eyes, you'd never know it. She was in great shape... and what a shape. Her body curved down in a sweet hourglass shape that just sent my body into a crazy haze. She had long, dark hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall, and whenever she waltzed around the room it swayed as one being, almost as though it had a mind of its own.

Lucy had an olive complexion and there was a small mole that sat just above her collarbone. That mole had always entranced me, teased me, mocked me, for it taunted me with things that lay below her top, things that I had always dreamed of seeing. Her dark eyes burned me and her lilting voice was a melody inside my heart. Ordinarily she wore conservative clothes but sometimes in the summer she would wear tight tops. I had to make an extra effort to concentrate in those classes.

Often she was stern. She was only about five-foot-five in height, but she was one of those people who projected such an aura of authority that they seemed larger than life. She was magnetic and whenever I was around her I found it incredibly difficult to take my eyes off her. So did many of her students.

I saw the way the hungry young men licked their lips at her in a wolfish manner, imagining themselves tainting her immaculate body with their slobbering kisses and clumsy fondling. It made me angry to think that they even considered themselves worthy of such a goddess. And yet Lucy handled them all with a delicate grace, smiling wryly at their ungainly attempts at flirtation, making it clear that they didn't stand a chance, and not only because she was their teacher.

I didn't worry about them so much because as far as I knew she had never expressed an interest in men. And that's something that tormented me even more. At least if she was straight then I could console myself with the fact that it was never going to happen but she was a lesbian just like me, and I was forced to gaze longingly at her, knowing that f we had met at another time in our lives things may have been different. I could have been the one sliding into bed with her at night. I could have been the one sitting opposite her at the dinner table, watching her lips press together as she ate, siding my foot up her slender calf, feeling the simmering attraction between us boil over as we give in to our lustful needs.

Some of  the girls in her classes looked at her the same way I did. All fresh-faced with their perky breasts and innocent wide eyes. In a way I pitied them because we were a part of the same club, the lonely hearts that had had the misfortune of encountering the most beautiful, the most intoxicating woman in the world.