SEALed Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Includes bonus novel Jerked!) (43 page)

The bodies were pressed close as I waded into the crowd and began to dance. I wasn’t used to country music, but the steps were pretty simple, and the alcohol buzzing through my chest made it easy to lose myself. Soon, I was having a great time, moving in time and in step with everyone else around me.

It didn’t take long for a guy to spot me. He was tall and chiseled, though not as handsome as Colin. Still, he was boyish, and wore a cowboy hat, light blue button down denim shirt tucked into denim jeans, and cowboy boots. He was exactly the kind of guy that could make Colin jealous.

“Hey there, you need a partner, girl?” he said over the music.

I shrugged. “I might.”

“How’s about you dance with me, little lady? I’ll take care of you.”

I laughed.
Was this guy for real?
Then again, he was cute enough,

“Okay, then, big boy. Show me the steps.”

He moved close and picked up my hands and we began to dance. He was light on his feet and had a way about him. He was clearly at ease with a woman in his arms, even a complete stranger. I didn’t know the songs or the style, but he made it easy for me to follow his lead, and he even spun me once or twice. I had to admit, despite the guy being a weak version of Colin, I was having a pretty good time.

“What’s your name?” he called over the music.

“Brenna. What’s yours?”

“Gareth. Pleasure, Brenna.”

The song changed to something slower, but he didn’t step away. Instead, he adjusted our position, and we danced along with the other couples on the floor. It wasn’t exactly like a prom slow dance, but it was something close and intimate, and I had to admit that I was having a lot of fun. Gareth was tall and strong and knew how to treat a lady to a dance.

“Where are you from?” he asked me, his breath warm in my ear.

“Philly. You?”

“Around here. I figured you weren’t local.”

“What gave it away?”

He grinned. “Just about everything about you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all. We don’t have very many girls as pretty as you.”

I smiled, enjoying the compliment. I liked that Gareth was being a gentleman, the exact opposite of Colin. I glanced over at the table and saw him tucking into a plate of meat, drinking another whiskey, completely oblivious to Gareth and me. That stung a little bit, but I looked back at my smiling hunky cowboy and willed myself to forget about Colin for a few minutes. I wasn’t going to go home with the guy or anything, but I might as well try to enjoy myself.

Soon, the song changed back to something faster, and Gareth took me back into his arms and led me around the floor. He was smooth and confident, and obviously knew a lot of people there based on the amount of nods he was getting. I was drenched in sweat and out of breath from the way he was working me around the floor. As the third fast song ended, I took a deep breath.

“How about we take a break?” I said.

“Sure, we can. Want a drink?”

“That would be perfect.”

He led the way over to the bar and found two empty stools. We sat down and he got the bartender’s attention, ordering a beer for himself and a gin and tonic for me. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was good enough. As soon as our drinks arrived, I sipped it gratefully.

“So, Brenna, what brings you to our small town?”

I shrugged. “Business, mostly.”

“Business, huh? Not much business out here but farms and such.”

I nodded. “Yep, that’s my business. Farms.”

He laughed. “Well, okay, then. Brenna the farmer.”

“And what do you do, Gareth?”

“My daddy’s a farmer and I fix trucks. Opened my own garage two years ago.”

“How’s that going?”

“Pretty damn well.”

I laughed and he finished off his beer.

“That’s good to hear. “

He motioned at the bartender and she returned with another beer. He polished off half of that before leaning in toward me.

“Forgive me if I’m being rude, Brenna, but you’re absolutely sexy. You know that, right?”

I blushed. “Thanks.”

“You’re the prettiest girl in this bar. You know that?”

“Now you’re just lying.”

He put his hand on his heart. “I’d never lie to a beautiful woman.”

“You’re sweet.”

“So does that mean you want to come back with me? Skip all this small talk and get down to it.”

I was taken aback at how forward he suddenly was. I was having a really good time, but I couldn’t go home with him. I glanced at Colin but he was still busy eating.

“Uh, that’s not really what I meant.”

“But that ain’t a no, is it?”

“Excuse me, I think I need to use the bathroom.”

He nodded. “Go right ahead. It’s over there.” He pointed.

“Thanks.” I got up quickly and walked fast in the direction he had indicated.

I pushed open the women’s room door and found it empty. I stood in front of the mirror, heart hammering in my chest.
What are you doing?
I thought at myself, looking in the mirror. Gareth was sexy and fun and charming, but he wasn’t Colin. He wasn’t even close. I took a deep breath and decided that I’d go back to the table and force Colin to dance with me, and forget all about Gareth.

As I turned to go, the door pushed open. I gasped.

Gareth walked in, smiling.

“Hey there, sexy.”

“What are you doing in here?”

He came right up to me, grabbed my hips, and pulled me against him.

“Just doing what you wanted me to do.”

I struggled, but he wouldn’t let go. “Please stop. I’m not interested.”

“That’s not what your hips said out on the dance floor.” He was clearly drunk, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed it before.

He tried to kiss me and I pulled back, repulsed. “Get the fuck off me, creep.”

“Come on, girl. Look at that dress. You think you’re not here to get fucked?”

“Not by you, asshole.”

Something changed in him suddenly, and he pushed me up against the wall. I gasped as pain lanced through my head where it knocked against the brick.

“What did you just say to me?”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit,” I said, struggling.

“You’re going to regret that,” he said and leaned in toward my face.

And then he was ripped away from me. I stumbled forward and watched as Colin threw the guy against the sink and smashed his face against the mirror. The whole thing splintered. It was like watching it in slow-motion.

“You motherfucker,” Colin yelled, and threw him into a stall.

The guy grunted. “Who the fuck—“ he said, but Colin silenced him with his fist.

“Colin!” I yelled out.

I watched as Colin hit Gareth again. “Don’t you ever touch a woman like that, you piece of shit,” he said.

He hit him again. “Did you fucking hear me?”

“Yes,” Gareth gasped.

Colin hit him again. “Don’t you ever look at her. Don’t you ever think about her.” He hit him again and again.

“Colin, stop!” I screamed louder.

He looked up at me. His face was twisted into a mask of rage, his fist was cocked back and ready, and his knuckles were covered in Gareth’s blood.

“Stop! Come on, we have to leave.”

He paused then looked back at Gareth. He stood up and looked down at Gareth’s body sunk half way into the toilet, his head lolling back. He was still conscious and breathing, thankfully. Colin spit on him.

“You’re lucky she’s here. I’d kill you if she wasn’t.”

Gareth groaned as Colin turned toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. How did you know?”

“I watched him follow you. Saw the look on his face. I decided to make sure you were okay.”

“He was going to—“

“No, not with me around, he wasn’t.”

I realized I was barely keeping the tears away, but I felt safe. Even with the scumbag still feet away, Colin made me feel safe.

I must have been the unluckiest fucking girl in the entire world. On top of everything going on, I just had to attract the biggest piece of shit in the bar. Everything seemed to happen to me, and I had no clue why.

“We need to go,” he said.

“Okay.”

He let me go and gave me a look. “You’re okay. You’re going to be fine.”

I nodded. “Thanks for stopping him.”

He shrugged then rinsed off his hands, wiping them with a paper towel. The water ran pink from the blood. I couldn’t tell how much of it was his or how much was the asshole’s.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded. I felt stronger already. “Let’s go.”

I followed him back out into the main room. We were incredibly lucky that no other woman needed to use the restroom in the five minutes we were in there, but neither of us wanted to be around when Gareth eventually stumbled back out. We grabbed our stuff, Colin left a large chunk of cash on the table, and we went out into the night. We climbed into Colin’s car and we headed back toward the farmhouse.

I was silent on the ride home, and Colin didn’t try to draw me out. He could probably tell that I was still digesting what had happened in there.

He had seemed so nice, and suddenly he had turned violent without any warning. I had been to plenty of clubs and had been hit on by plenty of guys, but that was the first time one had acted like that toward me. I thought I knew how to handle myself.

If Colin hadn’t been there...
I kept thinking over and over.

The ride went by like a blur. We pulled down the dirt road, and Colin parked the car in front of the house. Lights were on, illuminating its front.

“Bren,” Colin started.

I threw myself at him, crushing my mouth against his. He seemed surprised, but quickly returned my kiss, wrapping his arms around me. I needed him and couldn’t wait another second; I needed his lips and his skin and his teeth. I needed that big, hard cock. I wanted to wash away the memories of that asshole cowboy. And the only thing that could do that with any certainty was a real man’s touch.

I slipped out of my seat and went to straddle him. The seat suddenly pushed back, giving me more room. Colin looked up at me and grinned.

“Automatic seats,” he said. I threw my hair back over my head, my dress bunched up around my hips. I was soaking through my panties already, and I could feel his dick rubbing softly against my clit.

“Convenient,” I replied.

He pulled me against him and kissed me hard, his hands roaming along my body. I reached down and began to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants, not caring about fucking around. I needed to feel him.

Finally, I got the annoyingly complicated pants open and shoved my hand down his underwear, grasping his hard dick. He grunted as I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke its length.

“This is what a real man feels like,” I whispered in his ear.

“Don’t ever forget again.” He bit my lip and it sent shivers down my spine.

He reached forward and slipped his hand up the front of my dress, rubbing my soaked-through pussy. I gasped and threw my head back, gyrating my hips along his crotch as he kissed my neck and worked my clit. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I can’t wait,” I moaned. “Fuck me here.”

“You want me to fill your little pussy up right here in the car?”

“God, please.”

He reached up and pulled my hair back. I gasped.

“Say, ‘Please, Colin.’”

“Please, Colin,” I said softly.

He kept one hand on my wetness and moved the other into his back pocket, tugging his wallet free. He held it up to me with a grin, and I found the condom he had in there. He threw the wallet into the back seat as I tore open the foil.

I watched as he adjusted himself, and slowly pulled his hard dick free. It stood stiff as I rolled the condom down around him.

“Fuck, my underwear,” I said, and went to move. Instead, he reached forward, grabbed it, and tore it right in half. I gasped and giggled softly.

“I liked those,” I complained. “And I didn’t bring many pairs.”

“Too bad. I’ll buy you more.”

“You can’t just—” but I couldn’t finish my sentence, because he lifted my ass in the air and slowly dropped me down onto his stiff shaft.

“Ah, I love that,” he grunted as I slowly wrapped myself around him. I groaned, amazed all over again at how well he filled me completely. I looked him in the eye and kissed him softly on the lips.

He grabbed my ass and thrust himself completely into me, pushing his cock to the hilt.

“Shit,” I said, and reached out to grasp the headrest. I began to work my hips in slow circles, riding him gently as he worked my breasts and kissed my neck. Jolts of excitement and pleasure flooded through me as I slowly began to pick up my speed, working my hips and ass in his lap.

We barely had room to move, but I couldn’t care less. There were only his lips, his body, and his hard cock filling my every inch.

He grabbed my ass and began to work me up and down, pumping himself into my pussy. I groaned and bucked myself back against him, trying to take every inch. I closed my eyes and gripped the headrest, working him hard as he thrust into me.

“I love how greedy you are for me,” he grunted.

“I am,” I gasped, as the excitement ran along my spine.

“I need it just as much, this sweet little pussy.”

I moaned as he thrust harder into me, and I worked and bucked my hips furiously, unable to contain myself anymore. I couldn’t move slowly, I could only work hard along his big dick, work my hips like it was the last thing left. I had to keep moving.

The orgasm built up through me. I used my knees to get more height and let him slam himself into me, thrusting deep. I moaned loudly as he pulled my hair, tipping my chin up into the air, and let him do the work as the orgasm rolled up through my body.

My muscles tensed but I stayed still as he thrust himself up into me, pulling my hair back, and I moaned loudly as I came. My whole body shook with the pleasure of him working me with his practiced, hard thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come,” he grunted. I felt his free hand grab my ass and he adjusted himself, thrusting deeper.