So. Long.: Bad Boy Next Door (43 page)

My ass and pussy convulse around his thumbs, shooting waves
of pleasure through me as the orgasm takes over. I pump against his hand and mouth
as he sucks my clit, keeping the orgasm going longer.

Finally, Jackson lets go and the tremors die down. He gets
up.

I roll to my stomach. “Let’s do it.”

He lays over me, his cock pressed against my ass cheek. He
whispers into my ear. “Do what, Love?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He kisses the back of my neck. “I think we’re already
working on that, Peaches.”

I wiggle my ass against his erection. “No. I mean
there
.”

His sharp intake of air tells me he’s surprised. He hasn’t pushed
me to do anything other than let him touch me with his hands and mouth in that
delicate spot.

I turn to look at him as I push up onto my elbows. “I know
you want to. Your cock gets three times as hard when you put your thumb there. It
wants a turn. It’s our wedding night. What better night to lose my virginity?”

Jack moves to the foot of the bed and digs something out of
his pocket. When he comes to me, he leans in close and kisses my temple. “You
sure? You don’t have to do this.”

I nod and turn so he can kiss me. His hand slides between my
legs, and I open to him. He deepens our kiss as his fingers slip inside my
pussy, pumping as his thumb circles my backside hole.

I lie flat again. Then I roll to my side so I can take his
hard-on in hand, running my fingers up and down its length, rolling my palm
around the head, his pre-cum smooth as silk.

He gently pushes me onto my stomach. Then he trails kisses
along my spine. When he gets to my ass, he pulls my cheeks apart. He grunts as
he licks my tight little hole.

Then he backs off the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me
to the foot of the mattress again. Back to the way we started. I’m bent over
the bed, my feet on the floor, still in my heels. My pussy throbs, and my
asshole tingles in anticipation.

He stands, his cock bouncing between his muscular thighs. I
close my eyes, letting the excitement of something new wash over me.

His hands land on my ass. His thumbs slip between my cheeks.
The tingle in my pussy radiates through me. A cool gel slides over my puckered
hole. I pull away a bit.

He leans over me, his breath warming the shell of my ear.
“Trust me, Peaches?”

I nod.

He kisses the back of my neck, sending a little thrill
through my heart. He slides his finger into my entrance, plunging deep, until
my hips pump against his hand.

Jack removes his hand and rams his cock into my pussy.
Pushing in and pulling out. In and out. Then he moves to the other place.

I lick my lips.

The head pushes against my tight hole. It pinches. I wiggle
beneath him. He grabs my hips. I gasp and twist the sheets in my hands as he
pulls me to him, filling me to capacity. I hold my breath as he pulls away.

He leans close and whispers, “You all right?”

“I don’t know. It hurts a little.”

His hand slides from my hip to my clit, massaging. My pussy
throbs again. He grabs me around my ribs and pulls me upright. I lean my head
back against his chest.

He slips his other hand down to jam his fingers into my
entrance. The pressure in my pussy along with that from my backside—oh, my.

“That’s—” I move my hips a little. “Oh, yeah—that’s good.”

He chuckles. “You like that?”

He licks his fingers and slides them down either side of my
bud, sending a shock of pleasure through me. My ass tingles and pulses as he
moves inside me, slowly, gently. All the while, he pumps his two fingers into
my pussy as his other hand keeps my clit electrified.

After a minute or two, he wraps his arm around me, his hand
closing over my tit. He pulls me up and down, his cock in my ass, his fingers
plunging into my cunt. I hold onto the arm tight across me as my free tit
bounces with his movements. My head is thrown back, my mouth open as I pant.
The pressure grows to epic proportions.

“Jack!” I scream. “Jackson, I need to come. Now. Please.”

He kisses my neck and continues slamming his dick into me,
pulling me up and down with his arm around my torso, while he works my pussy
with his other hand. “Come, Babe. Just let go and come.”

I put my fingers in his mouth. He sucks them for a moment. I
pull them out and grab my clit, twisting and rubbing it as he plunges into my
ass, his fingers at my slit. I toss my head from side to side. The coil
tightens and tightens.

In an instant, the world flies apart and I bear down on
Jack’s erection, everything convulsing at once as the hardest orgasm I’ve ever
had rocks me.

Jackson lets out a growl and rams his cock deep as he shoots
cum into me. He slows his thrusts, kissing my neck and sucking the soft skin.

“Fuck, woman. Fuck.”

He pulls out and lowers my feet to the floor. He turns me
and pushes me backward onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

“You didn’t have to do that, but fuck me if I didn’t love
every second of it.”

He kisses me ever so gently, his hand covering the swell of
my belly. “I love you, Mrs. Tremaine. You do know that, right?”

I close my eyes. “I know. But I’ll never hear it enough. Say
it again.”

“I love you.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and
tightens his fingers over my navel. “And I love this baby.”

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Kelley Harvey

For all the bad boys and the girls who love
them.

ONE

I round the corner and
he’s
there, both hands
gripping some girl’s butt.

I stop, my foot poised for the next step.

Danny’s got her pushed against the wall. Her legs are
wrapped around him, her skirt bunched at her waist. My stomach clenches tight
and my heart jerks into high gear.

Do I turn and leave?

No. Rachel needs her stuff. She has packing to do.

As I pass by, the girl flips me off without breaking their
kiss.

I make a beeline to get Rachel’s clothes. In the laundry
room, I gather the things she asked for and hold them close, steeling myself to
go by the groping couple once more.

I hug the wall as I come upon him and his—I don’t know,
girlfriend? I doubt it. The tribal panther tattooed on his back stares at me
and flexes as Danny’s muscles ripple when he rolls his hips forward. His jeans
ride half way down his backside, while the dimples at his lower back, right
above the curve of his butt, draw my attention. I try not to look, but that’s
impossible.

He grinds against her. She pants and makes this sound, like
a cat having kittens. Somewhere deep inside warmth curls and a pulse beats
between my legs.

For the love of—

Yesterday, blonde on the hood of the car; today, a brunette
in the hallway.

I avert my eyes. A condom wrapper lies at their feet.

“Classy.”

I zip Rachel’s suitcase while she adds a couple of last
minute things to her carry on. My heart weighs heavily.

“I don’t really want to go, you know. Dad says I have to.
Supposedly, it looks good for the pastor’s daughter to work at the orphanage
his church sponsors. I wish you were going with me.” She glances up with glassy
eyes.

“Me too.” I turn so she won’t see my frown. “But, hey, it’s
all good. I’m going to get in a couple of classes over the summer. Puts me
closer to graduating early.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fair. Mom and Dad could afford to send
us both.”

I shake my head. “No. Your parents have done way more than
anyone should ask. I mean, taking me in after Mom died and letting me live in
your guest house.”

I could’ve gone into foster care for the last year of high
school. Who knows where I would’ve ended up?

She bites her lip. “True. But they could do so much more,
Mo.”

My mom could’ve planned better. She’s the one who up and
died without life insurance or a will. I’m lucky Rach and I have been friends
since kindergarten, or I’d have been screwed.

Rachel nods, her frown still marring her sweet face. “But
I’m glad you got to come live here. It’s been amazing having you so close.”

“Yup, it has.” I tap her case with my toe. “All right. I
think you’re ready. You want to ask Danny to haul these downstairs?”

She heads out, but stops at the door. “About Danny…”

I twist my fingers behind my back. “Yeah?”

“Look, I know you two don’t really get along, but—well, he
doesn’t have many friends here during the summers. Could you please hang out
with him some? It’s the first break he and I won’t spend together.”

My gaze darts around the room, avoiding her pleading eyes.
“I don’t know, Rach. He doesn’t like me. And honestly, I—”

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you, Mo. He’s just—you know,
awkward with girls.”

“Awkward? With
girls
?” Is she blind? Can she not hear
him through the walls when he’s entertaining company? “Really, Rach. He’s
anything
but
. How have you
not
noticed the string of girls he’s
paraded through the house since he came home?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ve seen them. But those girls are
simple. Okay, so I guess you could say he’s awkward with
real
girls, not
those plastic types who don’t have a thought in their head or any substance to
their character. It’s easy for him with them because he doesn’t have to think
about it.”

Yeah, I bet he wasn’t thinking all that much two days ago
while he screwed one of
those
girls in the downstairs hallway.

I roll my shoulders trying to rid them of the tension
bunching my muscles. “It probably doesn’t matter. I don’t imagine he’s going to
have a lot of free time.”

“But you’ll hang out with him if he’s alone, right? I don’t
want him to be lonely.”

I shrug and lie to my best friend. “Sure. Whatever. Let’s
get you to the airport.”

* * *

I hug Rachel for the third time since we unloaded her cases
from the trunk. “I can’t believe you’ll be gone until the end of August.”

She squeezes me for a second, and then pushes away, rubbing
her finger under her eye. “Summer never lasts all that long anyway. I’ll be
home before you know it.”

I have to get out of here before I cry in front of Danny.
“Okay then, we don’t want to make you late. Be careful and don’t catch malaria
or some other crazy disease.”

Lush, sandy brown hair falls over her shoulder. “I had all
the vaccinations.
All
of them. If they’d have jabbed me once more, I’d
enter myself into the world record book as the first human pin cushion.”

She turns to Danny. I inspect my fingernails, trying not to
stare as he wraps her in a bear hug. Seems for the last three summers all I’ve
done is try not to gawk at him. And failed.

Forever. Failing.

He’s always been good looking. Growing up, he had nice skin,
good coloring, and beautiful eyes. But when he came home two summers ago, his
back covered with tats and his entire body ripped like an MMA fighter, he’d
changed. Now, all I can do is stare.

Thank heaven for sunglasses; they hide a multitude of sin.
That’s what David, Rach’s dad, would call this sick attraction I have for his
son.
Sins of the flesh
.

My flesh flushes just looking at Danny’s long fingers and
the veins crisscrossing the backs of his hands and trailing up his muscular
arms, much less his abs or his back—those little dimples above his waistband.
The scene in the hallway pops into my mind and I shake off the goose bumps
prickling my arms.

I have to stop this. It’s ridiculous.

When Danny sets Rachel on her feet, he grabs her backpack
and helps her put it over her shoulders. “Got your ticket?”

She nods.

“Passport?”

She gives him her are-you-kidding-me look. “Really? You
don’t think I can remember my passport?”

He ignores her question. “Ear buds?”

Rach cringes. “Aw, man. I
knew
I was forgetting
something.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a wad of white,
tucking it into her hand. “Take these. It’s a helluva long flight to get stuck
listening to someone’s kid scream or some guy snoring his ass off.”

Rachel frowns. “Language.”

Language.
Yeah. That’s gonna work.

Danny grins at her and winks at me. “You’re right. Dad
probably heard me all the way from Cancun.”

“Mom’s in recovery; Dad went to support her. Stop already.
It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little more compassionate.”

“My ass. This is Mom’s fourth trip to rehab in two years.
They’re vacationing and it’s a medical write off. Open your eyes, Sis.”

He runs his fingers through his hair. It’s weird how they
have the same color hair, the same glass green eyes, and yet they’re so
completely opposite. If they didn’t look alike, I’d barely think they were
related, much less twins.

I pull my phone from my pocket. “Hey, the clock’s ticking.
Rach, you’d better get through security. It’s an international flight; they
want you at the gate early.”

Rachel bites her lip and grabs me around the neck again,
whispering, “Don’t let him get into trouble this summer. Any more scandals and
Dad’s gonna disown him.”

I’ll have more luck nailing Jell-O to a wall than keeping
Danny out of trouble.

She backs away as she says to Danny, “Take care of my best
friend—and yourself.”

“Sure thing.” He gives her thumbs up.

She turns and waves backward over her head. “I love you
both.”

“Love you too.” Danny and I say in unison. Neither of us
moves until she gets through security and disappears into the depths of the
airport.

I turn toward the car, my stomach clenched tight. An hour on
the road. With Danny Jennings. And a whole summer with no Rachel as a buffer.

I swallow the knot of dread in my throat only to have it
slide down to join the bubble of excitement waiting there.

Luckily, the dread pops the bubble. As it should.

This is going to be a disaster.

The moment my foot hits the pavement outside the revolving
door, Danny drops his arm over my shoulders. “So,
Moan
-uh, where to?”

I pick up his hand and spin away. “Don’t call me Mona. It’s
Mo, or even Lisa, but
not
Mona.”

“Whatever you say,
Moan
-uh Lisa.”

Somehow he makes my name sound like I’m a porn star. I
resist the growl fighting to get out of my throat. I will not let him see how
he gets to me. I won’t.

Fists clenched, I head into the cross-walk. Danny’s arm
circles my waist, and he pulls me hard against his chest, yanking me backward.
His citrus and sin scent envelops me.

I stiffen. “What are you—”

A car speeds past. Its side mirror misses me by only inches.
My heart hammers against my ribs.

His breath tickles my ear. “Might want to watch where you’re
going,
Moan-
uh
.
”

My hands grip his arm. I squeeze, signaling him to let
loose.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he steps forward, his body pressing into mine. All
that muscle wraps around me, his hard-on pushing—his
hard-on
?

I wriggle, trying to get loose. “Let me go, you perv.”

His chuckle reverberates through my chest. “Perv? I just
saved your cute little ass. Don’t you think you should show a little gratitude,
Moan-
uh?”

He hangs on tight, walking me forward, his cock hard against
my butt. I dig my nails into his arm and infuse steel into my voice. “Let go.
Now.”

As soon as we step into the parking garage he lets loose and
holds his hands high as if to surrender. “Just following Rachel’s orders. She
did say to take care of you.”

“She didn’t mean you should man-handle me, or rub your—your
thing
against my backside.”

His grin sends an ice pick of fury through my brain.

He cups his crotch. “This? I wasn’t rubbing it on you.
You’re imagining shit. Or maybe—yeah, maybe you’re wishful thinking. Could that
be it? You subconsciously
want
me to rub my cock on you? I can make that
happen, Sweets; just say the word.”

I did
not
imagine his dick against my butt cheek. I
stomp my foot. “What is wrong with you?”

“Not a damned thing,
Moan
-uh. Not a thing.”

We head home, and silence envelops me. I wrap a protective
cocoon around my mind as memories bombard me of the last time Danny and I were
alone in a car.