So. Long.: Bad Boy Next Door (5 page)

Good.

“
I
didn’t lose anything. If you happen to be
referring to the other day when you got off and creamed all over my tongue, you’re
welcome.”

“No. I was commenting on when you
walked out
right
afterward.
Who
does that?”

“I guess
I
do.”

She wipes the back of her neck with her towel as she comes
toward me.

“And you do this often? Pleasure women, solely for their
edification, and then walk away?” She stops a few inches from me, the sprinkle
of freckles across her nose somehow hardening my cock even more. “And you do
this as though you just carried their groceries for them or maybe moved a heavy
piece of furniture around their living room?”

An almost overwhelming urge to haul her inside and fuck her
until she can’t walk and I can’t think hovers at the brink of action.

I prop my hands at my waist, hooking my thumbs into my belt
loops to keep from grabbing for her. “And why, in your opinion, is this a bad
thing?”

She glances down and then up again, her eyes alight with
that same mischievous expression she’s worn in my dreams. “It’s not nice to rob
someone else of the satisfaction of giving pleasure.”

My pulse steps it up a notch.

She walks her fingertips from my collarbone over my left
pec. “See? Sometimes, half the fulfillment is in giving, not just taking.”

My mouth waters. I swallow hard.

Her touch follows the line down the middle of my abs, making
the muscles jump as she closes in on the button of my jeans. “Looks like your cock
wants to get in on the action.”

This woman. Fuck.

Kelsey curls her fingers into the waistband of my pants,
grazing the sensitive head of my erection.

I bite the corner of my lip and groan.

She lifts one eyebrow and yanks me closer. “Too bad we’re
both so dirty, or it might get some.”

Suddenly, any reason I had for not fucking this girl is
clouded in lust.

Why shouldn’t I have her? She’s here and practically has her
hand in my fucking pants.

Screw this shit. A man can only handle so much.

I reach for her, dragging her to my chest. My mouth finds
hers, and my hands cup her ass.

She wraps her legs around me, her pussy pressing against my
hard-on through our clothes. Her lips are as soft as silk as her tongue slides
against mine, and her arms hold tight to my shoulders.

I manage to find the way into the house.

Thank God. There’s a bathroom right across from the garage
door.

My hard-on strains to get out of the constricting jeans.

I sweep aside the shower curtain, and she unwinds her legs
from around me. Without breaking the kiss, I reach in and turn the knobs.

Kelsey steps back and grabs the hem of her tank top, ripping
it over her head.

I smooth my hands down her ribs, over the satin skin of her
sides. Then I slide my thumbs up under the elastic of her sports bra, freeing
her tits when I pull it off.

My groin tightens again.

She pulls me down to her, latching on to my bottom lip and
nipping it with the perfect amount of pressure to send the sensation straight
to my dick, while her fingers work the snap and zipper of my pants.

I step back, trying to kick off my boots.

Shit. Laces.

Kelsey grins and leans down, quickly working the double
knots loose so I can shed the shoes. She’s on her knees, the top of her head
under my hand, her silky hair a little damp from her workout.

Her tongue darts out and wets her lips as she pushes the
edge of my waistband down. “Let’s see wh—”

Panic strikes.

I grab her hands and push away from her. “No. Let’s not.”

Her flirty smile fades as confusion takes its place.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’ve not let a woman
really
see the damage wrought by
the IED and the hell that rained on me and my buddies for the seven or so
minutes afterward. I’ve been with a shit-ton of girls, trying to figure out how
to get past this
issue
I have, but it’s usually more of a
slam-bam,
you’re welcome, ma’am
type thing, than anything like this. I keep their
eyes focused on my face while I fuck them raw. When they’ve had enough, I bow
out with a grin.

Fix this. Fix it now.

“I’d rather kiss you as I drive into that sweet pussy.” I
pull her to my chest, wrapping my arms tight around her.

She narrows her eyes and stares into mine for a moment. “So
you’re not at all interested in me sucking your cock?”

Kelsey runs the tip of her tongue along those lips, pink and
soft and utterly fuckable.

My erection twitches, and I let out a slow breath.

Shit.

She’s going to see right through me.

She’s going to know I’m not right.

She’s going to freak the fuck out.

I lean in and lay my mouth over hers, plunging my tongue in
as I slip my hands down her spine and into her pants, grabbing hold of two handfuls
of ass. I grind my erection against her pelvic bone.

The bathroom is steaming up pretty good.

Maybe I can use this.

My buddy, Shulls, would’ve made this work—
I
can make
this work.

I let go of her mouth and spin her around so her back is to
me, my hands steadying her at her waist.

She gasps. “Wow. That was smoothly executed.”

“What can I say? I’m experienced.”

I strip off her shorts and trail kisses from her nape, down
her spine, and over to her hip as I gently urge her into the shower.

She giggles, shaking her ass as she steps into the water.
“Your beard tickles.”

I shed my jeans and follow her, pulling her against me,
letting my hard-on push against her lower back.

If I can just keep her looking anywhere except at my scarred-up
dick, I’m golden.

I grab the soap and the girly spongy thing hanging from the
hook. I lather her up, making sure to slip my fingers between her legs, tickling
her clit as I rub her pussy.

After I soap up my cock, I pushing it between her ass
cheeks, letting is slip and slide in her crevices. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, her smile almost shy. “Thank
you. You don’t feel so bad yourself.”

I graze the side of her neck with my teeth, and she moans.
Sliding my hands over her wet breasts, I twist her nipples just a tad as I squeeze—

A bang echoes through the shower.

Kelsey pulls away, and we freeze, listening and waiting for—

A tiny, black tornado crashes in and circles our feet with a
yowl.

“What the fuck?” I say.

The shower curtain pushes in on us and breaks loose from its
hooks with rapid-fire pops as Spike joins the party, landing on his side in a
heap of blue plastic.

Claws dig into the back of my leg. “Fuck. Ouch.”

I turn in a circle, trying to grab the little terrorist, but
I can’t reach where she’s hooked into the skin on my back. “Get it off.”

Spike finds his feet, bright eyed with his lolling tongue
hanging out of the side of his mouth.

I manage to knock him away before he licks the crack of my
ass. “No. Bad dog. No.”

Kelsey’s mouth falls open for a moment.

“He’s scaring Chloe.” She reaches for Spike, but he dodges
her as he bounces off the wall in his excitement at the surprise water park.

The cat claws her way to my shoulder.

“He just wants to play.” The curtain tangles around my feet
as I try to side-step Spike’s celebration.

Kelsey unsuccessfully attempts to throw herself onto the
mutt, but she’s knocked against the wall where she slips with a strangled yelp,
falling in a flurry of bouncing tits and flailing arms and legs.

It’s a fucking Chinese fire drill in a six by six cube.

A wet one. A slick one.

A veritable death trap of a slippery-slide-in-a-box.

Though he’s still a pup, his happy barking and jumping as he
tries to bite the water coming from the showerhead get his teeth much too close
to my junk.

“Oh
hell
no. I’ve got enough problems.” I tackle the
wet mutt.

I lie across eighty pounds of muscle flopping around like a
giant tuna on the deck of a fishing boat. The cat skitters across the bare skin
of my ass cheek, using her claws to gain speed as she escapes the bathroom and what
she probably thinks is certain death.

A big, well built and
naked
man bear hugs a dripping hound
on my floor. His back and leg, not to mention his ass cheeks, are bleeding. My
bathroom is in shambles, and it’s very likely that part—or
all—
of the
rest of my house is too…and the only thing I’m capable of doing is giggling.

Getting laid has never been so harrowing before.

I cover my face as Adam frowns.

“What are you laughing at? He almost accidentally took the
rest of my pecker off with those damned teeth, trying to bite water of all
things.”

That pulls me up short. “The
rest of
?”

Adam’s eyes widen for a second before closing as he sighs
and shakes his head. “Never mind. Forget I said that. Can you please grab a
leash? There’s one hanging on the hook right inside my front entry. I need to drag
him home before he tears your house down.”

I tip-toe around him, grabbing a towel as I go.

After throwing on some clothes, I duck out the garage door,
which has been left wide open.

That’ll teach me to allow myself to get carried away.

I sprint over to grab the lead and hurry back.

The bathroom door is closed, so I knock. “Hey, here’s the
leash.”

The door opens just a crack, and Adam’s hand appears. I lay
the lead across his palm. He snatches it inside, and the door promptly shuts.

Ten seconds later, the door opens and a fully clothed Adam
hangs tight to the leather loop. Spike snorts and sniffs as he strains against
his collar, his front feet off the floor as Adam tries to control his movements
to get him outside and keep him from darting into the other room in search of a
play partner. Though Chloe is likely hiding in my closet and won’t come out for
days.

I follow them outside, firmly shutting the door behind me.
“I’ll go get his balls.”

“He’ll be lucky to have
any
of his balls if he keeps
this shit up.”

Spike’s ears perk up as he drops to his haunches. His
expressive brown eyes look worried as though he suddenly understands that he’s
in trouble.

I find the lost tennis balls and use the side gate to head
around front. When Spike’s gaze lands on the balls, his ass wiggles and he
bucks like a bronc. I give them to Adam, who takes both in one hand.

We make our way to his front porch.

He opens the door. “Thanks. Let me know how much the damages
are. I’ll cover them.”

I cross my arms and study him for a moment. “Nope. That
won’t do.”

His brows knit. “Why not?”

“Because I want something else.” Let him weasel out of this
one.

He pushes Spike inside and unlatches the lead from his
collar. “Get in there, you crazy mutt.”

When he closes the door and turns to me, I step close.

He grins. “
Oh
, I know what you want.”

I smile sweetly. “No, you don’t.”

He nods. “I bet I do. You want to finish what got
interrupted in the shower.”

“Nope.”

His smile disappears behind his facial fur as his mouth
closes in a frown.

I slide my arms around his waist and pull him to me, his hot
skin all but burning mine.

This could backfire on me. He might get ugly. Then again,
maybe not.

I look up at him and lay a small kiss in the center of his
chest. “Why won’t you let me see—you know—
it
? Don’t even try denying that
what I’m saying is true. After that comment about your
pecker
, I’m on to
you.”

He stiffens in my arms and gently extricates himself from my
embrace.

“No.” He opens his door, steps inside, and pushes it until
there’s only a crack of space open. “Well, okay then. That was fun. Have a
great evening. I’ll catch you later.”

And the door closes—right in my face.

Fucker.

I count to three, crack my knuckles, and reach for the knob.

I push through the door. “No. I will
not
have a great
evening. I wasn’t finished talking, you rude asshat.”

Adam whips around, his eyes hardening. “But
I
am.”

I plop into the only piece of furniture in the room, his
recliner. I flip the lever and prop my feet up, lacing my fingers over my
belly. “Fine then. I’ll simply hang out for a while until you’re ready to fess
up.”

He threads his fingers through his hair. Then he reverses
direction, up his neck, over his head, and down his face, smoothing his beard
as he goes. “What the ever loving fuck? Why should I tell you anything? I
hardly know you.”

I toss one leg over the arm of his chair. Hopefully, he’s
getting a really nice view of the bare goods under the tennis skirt I threw on
earlier before I ran out for the leash. “Because you’ve seen
all
of me,
up close and real personal-like. And you know me well enough to have made out
with my girly parts, so you owe me the same opportunity to see all of you, or
at least an explanation as to why I’m not getting said opportunity.”

“Maybe I don’t like my cock sucked.” He crosses his arms.

A laugh skips out of my mouth, followed by a whoop. “Wow.
Really
?
You want to go with
that
?”

He looks to the ceiling, thin-lipped.

I try to keep my features neutral.

He casts me glances as he paces the room. “You’re
unreasonable.”

“I am not. What if—what if you’re hiding some kind of
disease? Or worse. If you want to put that thing up against me, I have the
right to see it.”

“
Disease
?” He stops in his tracks. “I—I don’t have
any fucking diseases.”

I shrug. “Okay. So what’s the deal?”

He pulls at his hair. “Fuck. Fine. You want me to tell you
the deal? You want me to tell you that my cock was almost decapitated in a
little village somewhere in the Middle East when an IED went off at an
inopportune moment? You want me to tell you that even though the docs did a
bang up job sewing me together and were convinced they’d fixed me right up,
there’s still a certain amount of…there’s some—
fuck
—there’s still some
dysfunction? That what you want to know?”

My heartbeat is the only sound for the longest time as Adam
stares at me. Our gazes lock, and I hold my breath, not sure what to do or say
or how to apologize for being such a nosy bitch.

Finally, he moves when he yanks his fly down and shoves his
pants open. “See? There it is. You happy?”

I clench my fists. My stomach sinks like a thirty-pound
bowling ball in a vat of rotten pudding. I’d give anything to turn back time
ten minutes. I could walk away from the door and let him have his peace as I
should have done all along.

I swallow, unable to look away from his hazel eyes, even
though they’re killing me with their anguish.

He steps closer. “Well,
look,
damn it. You had to see
it, so fucking look at it.”

I close my eyes, but only for a second as I steel myself.

Don’t flinch. Don’t frown. Don’t do anything that will hurt
him more. Good Lord, I’m such a raging cunt.

I crack my lids and let my gaze fall to his dick.

Damn.

He’s long. And big. Like huge. Even now, when he’s not quite
fully aroused.

A large, jagged scar runs just above his groin from where
his left thigh connects diagonally, almost to his right hipbone. Other than
that, he looks—
it
looks fairly normal, other than its enormous size.

I pull my legs together and push down the recliner’s
footrest. I scoot to the edge of the seat as I lean forward.

He props his hands at his waist, his gaze darting away.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I take his cock in my
hand.

He sucks in a quick breath as it springs toward me. Like an
emergency life raft that’s had its cord pulled, it fills my palm so much that I
grab hold with my other hand too, and still, I can’t cover his length.

“It doesn’t
look
wrong.” I run my hands over his hard
heat.

He lets out a huff. “It doesn’t look
right
.”

I lift it and run the tip of my finger along the thin scar
that circles his shaft. A bit of puckered skin sits almost center of the upper
side, about two inches from its root.

I skim my finger over the knot. “Ribbed for her pleasure?”

He looks down at me with a dry chuckle. “Cute.”

“Know what I think?” I grin as his heat spreads to me, and
my pulse moves to my pussy.

“What
do
you think, Kelsey? I’m sure you’re going to
tell me either way.”

“I think you’re a liar.”

“A liar? About
what
?” He tries to step away, but I
hang on to his cock.

I get to my knees and look up at him, licking my lips nice
and slow.

“I think you
do
like to have your dick sucked.”

Ever so softly, I blow across the head of his hard-on,
slowly sliding my hand along his length. I bring my mouth closer and stop just
a breath away.

God, just let him trust me.

His jaw ticks—once, twice, three times.

I take the power from him when I lick my lips again, and the
end of my tongue grazes the tip of his head, capturing the bead of pre-cum
waiting there. He sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.

I open my mouth. My gaze locks with his as I slide my tongue
around the rim of his cock.

He throws his head backward and groans. “Fuck. Woman.”

I have him in the palm of my hand—or
maybe
on the tip
of my tongue.

His fingers dive into my hair as he guides me to take in his
erection.

A thread of guilt runs through my every breath—Carter Shulls
will never have this pleasure again. And it’s not fair that I’m still here to
enjoy this part of life. But Kelsey’s mouth is hot and wet and the best fucking
thing to touch my cock in months. Maybe ever.

Kelsey takes my balls in one hand, massaging them as she
glides the other up and down my shaft while she sucks the head of my dick and
swirls her tongue over me. My erection is as tight and full as it’s ever been,
and my ass cheeks clench every time she hits a certain spot.

Fuck. Me.

I need to throw her on the floor and ram my cock into her pussy,
but at the same time, I don’t want to interrupt the magic she’s working with
her mouth. And her tongue, it’s so soft, yet surprisingly strong as she wields
it over my flesh.

She works my erection, ignoring my deformity, having no clue
that she could suck me until she’s dry-mouthed and exhausted, but she won’t get
me there.

I should tell her.

In a minute—I’ll tell her in a minute.

I close my eyes, allowing her to set the pace. It doesn’t
matter what she does. It’s right. I can’t think about the moment that she’ll
start to doubt that fact. Because it’s bound to happen. And then she’ll be
finished with me, because who wants to be with the guy whom it seems you can’t please?

Even if every move she makes pleases the living shit out of
me, she’ll doubt it. Even if I tell her how much pleasure she brings
me…eventually, she’ll tire of never satisfying me. She’ll feel powerless, as
powerless as I am to fix this problem. This curse.