SEALed Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Includes bonus novel Jerked!) (44 page)

“Don’t stop,” I groaned at him, the orgasm peaking and rolling through my whole body. I couldn’t help but shake and moan.

“Shit, I’m there,” he grunted and I felt his muscles tense as he began to come.

I worked my hips then, my orgasm beginning to fade, and helped him along. He grunted and groaned, holding my ass hard, as I worked up and down, slamming my skin into his crotch, taking every inch of him.

Finally, after what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, we finished. I sat unmoving in his lap, his cock still inside of me, breathing deeply. He laughed and grinned at me, a thin sheen of sweat on his face.

“Your bed or mine?” he asked.

“What?”

“Tonight. Do you want me to fuck you in your bed or mine?”

I laughed. “How are you thinking about that already?”

“What else should I think about? We have this whole house. I want to fuck you until your knees shake on every single surface.”

I shook my head and kissed his lips, feeling high and giddy from the powerful orgasm.

“Okay. We’ll see.”

I slowly lifted up, sliding myself off his shaft, and swung myself back over onto my seat. I adjusted my dress, frowning at my ruined panties.

“Ready to go in now?” he asked as he pulled the condom off.

“I guess I’m satisfied.”

He laughed as he opened his door.

“If you aren’t yet, you will be.”

I smiled and opened my own door.

I believed him.

S
ex made me hungry. Especially when that sex was constant and vigorous, and with a woman I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Something had changed in Brenna after the bar. When that piece of shit hick scumbag tried to force himself on her, and I was smart enough to step in and stop it, suddenly her defenses had come completely down. Which I couldn’t complain about, since that meant it was open season for all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

And she had been more than game for it.

Two days of knee-shaking sex. The kind of sweat-inducing mainlining of each other’s bodies that happened so rarely in life. Over and over we had lost track of time because we had nothing else to do but try and get as much pleasure packed into our waking hours as we could.

Eventually though, the meager supplies I had brought with us ran out, and I found myself driving to some run-down old grocery store on the edge of town. Bren wore the yoga pants I loved, probably just to mess with me, and I didn’t mind one bit.

We climbed out of the car and walked into the store. The long aisles were packed with colorful packaging, and I pushed the metal cart with one squeaking wheel. It felt so domestic and strange.

“What’s on the menu?” Bren asked.

“Other than you?”

“Cute. Seriously, what’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were cooking.”

She laughed. “Cook? I don’t think so.”

I shook my head. “If you expect me to make something, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

“I thought all you mob guys secretly knew how to cook.”

“That’s not something they taught me in the group home.”

She was silent for a second. “Sorry, I didn’t really think about it.”

“It’s okay. It’s not some dirty secret.”

We walked through the produce section, and Bren reached out to grab a few things.

“What was it like, anyway?”

“The home? It was pretty shitty.”

“In what way?”

I shrugged. “Not much money, so stuff was all secondhand and falling apart. Plus, the guys there weren’t the most upstanding citizens. I learned a lot of my criminal behavior from those people, and I was still considered a good kid.”

“It must have been hard.”

“It was and it wasn’t. You adapt. You learn how to survive.”

“What about foster care?”

“I was in and out of the foster system for a while. I guess because I became an orphan when I was a little bit older, nobody wanted to adopt me. Which was fine with me. I’d always been independent anyway.”

“How old were you?”

“I was two when my dad died, and six when my mom went.”

“I’m so sorry. How didn’t I know any of this?”

“I don’t talk about it much.”

I watched as Bren lapsed into silence and began picking out some food. If she wasn’t cooking, and I definitely wasn’t cooking, I wondered who was going to turn all the raw vegetables she was grabbing into something resembling actual food, but I kept that thought to myself. I suspected we’d be ordering out by night’s end.

“It was hard, you know. When my mom died,” she said after a minute.

“I bet it was. Were you close?”

She nodded. “Really close. I lied when I said I couldn’t cook. I mean, I can’t that well, but she taught me some stuff.”

I nodded. “That’s good. You should be happy you have some good memories of her.”

“Yeah, I am. I have bad ones, too, but they’re mostly from the end.”

“How did O’Brian take it?”

She laughed softly. “He was a mess, but he didn’t show it. That was pretty typical of him back then.”

“Still is.”

“I guess it’s a mob guy thing.” She gave me a look.

“Hey, I’m full of emotions. I express myself all the time.”

“Breaking some guy’s face isn’t expressing yourself.”

“I disagree.”

She nudged me with her hip and I laughed.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” she said.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s in the past. I’m sorry you had to go through it, too. Especially with O’Brian.”

“He wasn’t always a mess. Things were a lot better around the time you started showing up.”

“Well, obviously. I bring a certain feeling everywhere I go.”

“Right. You spread good cheer.”

“I’m the Santa Claus of violent criminals.”

She laughed and dropped a bunch of bananas into the cart. “Yeah, you have the gut and the beard and the red cheeks to match.”

I looked down at myself. “I am getting a little round in the middle. I practically have a dadbod now.”

She laughed again and threw her arms around me. “Don’t make jokes. We both know you’re ripped and I love it.”

“I know. You stare enough.”

“I do not!” she said, laughing harder.

“Okay, sure. I don’t mind being a piece of meat for you, though. So long as I get what I want.”

“What’s that?”

“You know what. That sweet pussy wrapped around my dick.”

She blushed, exactly what I was going for.

“Don’t say that so loud, someone might hear.”

I looked around and saw an old woman pushing a cart, a young mom with her two kids, and a single guy all standing nearby.

“I doubt any of them care. I wouldn’t mind telling them how good you taste.”

“Colin!”

“What? Maybe they’d be interested in that fucking sexy little noise you make when my big dick pushes into you.”

“Oh, my god, cut it out. I’m going to leave.”

“Why, going to have to take care of yourself?”

She laughed and hit my arm as we continued on through the store.

It felt weird, being with her like that. I had fucked plenty of girls in my past, been with more than a few mob sluts and groupies, but I had never felt so comfortable with a woman before. Truthfully, I had never gone grocery shopping with any of them, let alone let myself get lost in any of their bodies for days at a time. Despite all the fluids I had exchanged with all the random girls, the most intimate thing I had ever done with a woman was walk through a grocery store and do nothing but talk and laugh.

There was still some stupid macho part of me that thought I should at least get a hand job in the parking lot for putting up with something so domestic, but I was honestly having a good time. It wasn’t just the sex, though the sex was hunger-inducing and incredible. I couldn’t get enough of her full tits and curvy hips. It was also the jokes we told and the simple fact of being around each other.

I knew what that meant. I’d known it for a while. But I was having trouble admitting it to myself.

Old habits died hard.

We checked out up front and I helped the cashier bag. We had gotten way too much stuff, probably enough for two weeks, but I told Bren that it was better safe than sorry. Who knew how long we were going to be staying in that house? And I sure as hell didn’t want to have to leave the bedroom again if I didn’t have to.

We packed the stuff into the car and headed back home, Bren chatting idly about her friends from college. I half listened, nodding when I was supposed to nod, but really I was already planning on what I wanted to do to her as soon as the groceries were in the front door.

Probably tear a hole right in her yoga pants. Just enough to slip my cock into her. Take her right there in the foyer without another word. Maybe even have her swallow my hot cum again. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen at the mere thought of shooting my heavy load into her pretty mouth. She was fucking incredible.

We pulled down the long dirt road heading toward the farmhouse, and as we approached the house I suddenly slammed on the brakes fifty feet from the usual parking spot.

Bren looked at me in alarm.

“What’s up?”

I nodded at the house. “Look at the front door.”

She squinted for a second then gasped.

Up ahead, the front door was standing slightly ajar, and I was willing to bet that I would see the splintered wood from where it had been pried open.

“Did we do that?” she asked.

“No. I wouldn’t leave the door like that.”

She was quiet for a second. “Does that mean—?”

I reached over her, opened the glove box, and pulled out my gun. She blinked at it as I checked the clip, pulled back the slide to put a bullet in the chamber, and flicked off the safety. I patted my pocket where my knife was resting comfortably, hooked to the fabric and ready to be pulled out in seconds.

“What’s happening?” she said, panic clear on her face.

I looked at her. “Get in the driver’s seat, turn the car around, and head away from here.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going inside.”

“Colin—“

“No, listen to me,” I interrupted her. “If Fabrizio is here, I’m ending this right now. You need to get somewhere far from here so that I won’t be distracted by keeping you safe. Got it?”

She nodded. “But what if something happens?”

I laughed. “Believe me. This guy is nothing. If he’s in there, I’ll take care of him.”

I pushed open my door and climbed out. Bren shuffled over the gearshift and sat down in the front seat. She rolled down the window.

“Colin, be careful.”

“I will be. Don’t worry. Just keep driving until I call you.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

I gave her one last look, taking in her beautiful features. “It’ll be fine.”

She looked like she wanted to say something. “Colin, I—”

“Just get going.”

Before she could say whatever she was about to say, the words I had been secretly afraid and hoping for, I moved fast away from the car and stepped into the tree line.

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I
moved as quietly as I could through the forest. I heard the car turn around and head back down the dirt road, toward safety. I lingered for a second, made sure she really was leaving, and then headed faster toward the house.

Going in the front was probably suicide. Fabrizio was likely waiting in there to ambush me. But he probably didn’t know about the back door that was meant for staff, and I would use that to my advantage. I kept to the shadows in the woods along the house’s outer perimeter, keeping it in sight but staying far enough back that Fabrizio wouldn’t get lucky and spot me.

And I knew it was Fabrizio in there. It all made sense, everything. Somebody was feeding him information, and it was only a matter of time before he showed up at the farmhouse. The problem was, there were only three people in the entire Mob that knew about where we were, and two of those people were me and O’Brian.

The other was Davin.

I made my way to the back of the house and slipped up quietly to the edge of the woods. I watched for a minute, trying to spot any movement in the windows in the back, but couldn’t see a thing. After another minute, I decided that it was now or never, and so I moved at a sprint, keeping as low as possible, up the back lawn.

Nothing happened. Nobody yelled, nobody shot at me. I made it to the back door and pressed myself against the back wall, breathing heavily. I stayed like that for another minute, listening and watching. The house was eerily still.

I moved up along the wall and stopped at the plain service entrance. I typed in a series of numbers on the control panel and heard a soft click as the door unlocked. Gun held level and ready, I pushed it open.

The room was empty. I moved in quickly, closing the door and locking it behind me. I walked past laundry machines and closets full of cleaning supplies and found the back staircase that led up to the main floor. The house had been built on a slope, so the back door led into the basement and the front door led into the ground level, something I was sure Fabrizio hadn’t realized.

I crept up the stairs, holding my gun out. I heard nothing as I pushed open the door softly, making absolutely no sound. My heart was hammering in my chest, but I felt clearer and more in control than I ever had before. It was the same feeling I always got when I went on dangerous jobs. For some reason, the adrenaline and the danger brought out the best in me, and I thrived on it. I lived for the feeling of terror and imminent violence, almost as much as I lived for fucking. Only an orgasm could beat the feeling of defeating another man in a fair fight.

And I wanted nothing more than to beat Fabrizio.

I moved into the open first floor, staying crouched and close to the wall. I kept my breathing even and my gun out as I moved slowly toward the front door. I turned down the hallway and saw it standing ajar up ahead. Like I had predicted, there were splinters all over the ground where somebody had either kicked it or pried it open. The door wasn’t blast proof like the one at O’Brian’s townhouse in the city, but it was a sturdy thing. Fabrizio must have worked pretty fucking hard to get it open.