So. Long.: Bad Boy Next Door (68 page)

THIRTEEN

I toss Thug One the key to my bike and usher Lou into the
backseat of the SUV. Thug Two rolls up the darkly tinted dividing window
between the front and back seats, giving me the privacy I crave.

As we pull out of the parking lot, Lou turns in her seat.
“So, how’d you know where I was?”

I shrug. “Delores told Nan you took a job working nights at
a convenience store near Slidell. I’m no mathematician, but I can put two and
two together.”

“And getting past Lonnie and his watchdogs?”

I grin. “Lonnie was easy. Fucker’s as greedy as they come.
He never has liked me, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn down the wad of
cash I offered. Getting him to call off his bouncers and give me the room only
took another handful of bills.”

She smoothes her hands over her thighs, picking at the side
seam of her jeans and staring out the window. Her hair flows down her back; all
those luscious waves call for my touch.

As soon as I slip my fingers into her dark tresses, she
whips around to face me. “Okay, you’ve got me. What are you going to do with
me?”

I bet she thinks she’s the only one who can play the shock
and awe game?

I cup her jaw, rubbing her high cheekbone with my thumb.
“First, I’m going to savor every inch of you. I want to feel you come apart as
I lick that hot pussy, sliding my tongue over your clit and sinking my fingers
into your folds. Then I’m going to watch as you taste every god damned inch of
my fucking cock.”

She makes a little sound at the back of her throat that
feeds my erection.

I pull her to me and whisper, “After that, I’ll taste you
again. And when I fuck you, I’m going to wipe every guy you’ve ever been with
from your memory and lay claim to any and all
pie
you’ll ever serve up
from here forward.”

Her breath comes in little pants between puffy lips. Lips
I’m dying to taste again.

Moisture seeps to my pussy when he slides the keycard into
the lock, anticipation of what’s to come already revving up my hormones. God,
I’m such a slut.

Fuck.

What am I thinking? This has to be the stupidest thing I’ve
done since I first talked Buck into taking my virginity. It gutted me last
time. No telling what shape I’ll be in when he’s done with me this go around.

Buck closes the hotel room door with a click that could
rival gunfire the way my gut clenches and my hands shake. I tuck them under my
arms as he flips the privacy bar into place.

“Sorry the drive took so long, but there aren’t really a lot
of nice places between Slidell and home. It had to be New Orleans.” He whips
his shirt over his head. His chest flexes, drawing my gaze and quickening my
pulse.

I stroll through the suite. The deep green carpet, sitting
area, and the king sized bed scream luxury. “This is the fanciest place I’ve
ever stayed. I would’ve been fine at a Holiday Inn. You forget who you’re
dealing with here, Buck.”

He slides his big fingers over my hips, slipping them
beneath my top. “I know exactly who I’m dealing with.”

“Do you? Because I sure as hell don’t recognize you.”

He tugs me closer. “You think I’m that different?”

“I think you must be. The Buck I grew up with wouldn’t have
suggested an arrangement like this—not in a million fucking years.”

“Well, maybe I’ve changed
some
. I know what I want
now. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get it.”

“So you just want to fuck me? And you’re willing to pay all
that money to do it? You could have pretty much any girl for free—why me?”

His fingers inch around to my back. “Because, I’ve always wanted
you. And you don’t seem real inclined to let me do this the traditional way, so
I’ll color outside of the lines. Why are you agreeing to it if it’s so
distasteful?”

“I guess we’ve both changed. I know what I
need
, and
I’ll do what I have to in order to make it happen.” Besides, the idea of having
sex with Buck isn’t offensive at all. It’s what I’ve hungered for over the last
five fucking years. I just can’t let him in on that.

“You say you’ve changed, Lou, but not as much as you’d like
to think. You’re still you. Underneath that tough girl thing you’ve got going
on, I still see
my
Lou, the one who loves deeply and protects those she
cares about. And I still get hard just thinking about you.”

And that sets my pulse beating at my clit, longing for him to
relieve the pressure starting to build—and he hasn’t even kissed me.

His palm slides up my back, stopping for a tenth of a second
to undo my bra.

He leans in, his breath warm on my neck. “You better hold
on, Lou, this is gonna be a wild ride.”

He kisses my shoulder, following with a light nip.

Fuck. I want this too much to get paid for it.
High
dollar hooker
was something I never intended to add to my resume. This is
even worse than stripping. This is exactly what my mother was. Maybe everyone
was right all along. I was just a whore waiting to happen.

Shit.

The gravity of the situation crashes in on me. Damn. But I
need this money if I’m going to get the fuck outta this town again and still
help Aunt Delores. Good Lord. She can never find out about this. This is why
she let me move in; to help me avoid the life my mother would have dragged me
into.

I push out of his arms.

He frowns. “Change your mind? I’m not taking you back to
that fucking club.”

“Chill the fuck out. I just thought we should set some rules
of engagement.”

His dimples make an appearance. “Well, I hadn’t gotten
that
far, but I’m glad we’re on the same track.”

“Okay. Good. I have at least one non-negotiable thing I need
from you.”

One eyebrow quirks before his eyes narrow. He seems
perplexed, but only for a moment.

As though a light bulb has just been switched on, he says,
“Oh, you mean rules of engagement, as in
battle
rules. Okay, shoot.”

What the fuck else would I mean? What other kind of
engagement is there?

Whatever. “It’s more of what I
don’t
want. Obviously,
no one, and I mean
no one
, finds out about our—arrangement. Especially
Aunt Delores; she’d be so disappointed.”

“No one. And that’s a guarantee.” He snags my waistband and
pulls me to him. “That’s enough rules for now. Why don’t you just trust me,
Lou? This will be fine. You’ll see.”

“Trust isn’t the issue.”

“Good, then shut up and c’mere.” His arm wraps around my
waist.

He traps me in his embrace—the place I want to be the most,
the place I shouldn’t want to be at all.

I draw in a shaky breath, his scent filling my brain and
muddling my senses.

It’s fine. I want him. He wants me. It’s no different than
the other night. Only I get more this time. Hopefully I don’t get so much that
it breaks me in half when we part ways.

Just do it.

I let my body take over, shoving the logic of my brain aside
as I open the button on Buck’s jeans. The zipper rasps as I pull it down.

He slips his hand around to my nape. His lips crash into
mine, and his tongue explores my mouth as though it needs to learn every soft,
dark place I have.

I nibble on his lips and our tongues dance. He slides his
hands to my breasts, cupping them in his large palms. I push the waistband of
his jeans down just enough to get into them and take his dick in hand.

When I free his cock, he groans. His erection fills both of
my hands and quite a bit more. I pull my grip up its length to the head.

His fingers frame my ribs. He pulls me closer as he drops
kisses on my shoulder. His tongue slips along as he sucks the sensitive skin
above the neckline of my T-shirt. When he moves around me, kissing the back of
my neck, goose bumps rise all the way down my legs.

In a flash, I’m standing topless before him. My arms
instinctively cover my tits, as though he hasn’t already seen them. I swallow
hard.

Buck pushes his fingers up under my forearms and sweeps them
away from my breasts. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m paying for this, so I get to look
anywhere, and
everywhere
, I choose, as often as I want.”

My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes dart anyplace
Buck isn’t. The idea of money changing hands makes this feel different than my
teasing him the other day.

“C’mon, Lou, don’t get shy on me now. I just had that ass in
my face a few days ago.” He steps closer. The tip of his cock brushes my belly,
the bead of pre-cum at its tip clinging to my naked skin. A heat wave shoots
through me.

My already wet panties are now drenched. Buck kneels and
pops the snap on my jeans, dragging them down. I kick off my shoes and step out
of my pants. He kisses the place where my panty-line lays next to the V at the
apex of my thighs. His tongue runs along the lace, sending a shiver over me.

He grabs my hips and spins me around. His hand flattens on
my back as he pushes me over the bed. He palms my ass cheeks. Then he growls
and nips the lower curve of my left cheek.

I squeak, jumping at the pinch. “Hey, now.”

His laugh is rich and smooth. His thumbs hook into the
waistband of my panties, tugging them lower. The calluses on his palms provide
just the right amount of friction as he massages my thighs.

He chuckles. “
Kiss my ass, twice
. Now,
there’s
a tattoo.”

He lays two kisses over the lip print tattooed on my ass. I
never imagined Buck would see it.

“I lost a bet with the guys in my unit.” I bury my warm face
in the covers.

His breath warms the top of my seam and he kisses my
tailbone. I let all thoughts of other guys, friends and lovers, slip to the
recesses of my mind, and I focus solely on Buck and the sensations he creates.

With his mouth against me, he mumbles, “Magnificent.”

He spreads my cheeks, and his tongue makes its way to the
moisture pooling at my slit. He pulls my legs further apart and slides his
hands up the backs, from my ankles to my ass. His thumbs tickle the skin along
the edges of my pussy.

My heart races as Buck pushes my ass up, tilting my hips. He
swipes his tongue from my clit to that tight hole at my backside. I grab the
edges of the bed when he dips again to smooth the tip of his tongue around my
nub, sending little electric shocks through my entrance into my core.

He licks and teases my throbbing slit until I white-knuckle
the bedspread.

He shifts, and I scramble to move, but he squeezes my
calves. “Wait.”

I still, and he positions me on my hands and knees at the
edge of the mattress, my backside turned to him.

In a brown sugar voice, he says, “Spread ‘em.”

My pussy tightens as I do his bidding. When his hot breath
washes over my folds, more warm liquid rushes to my entrance. I look over my
shoulder. He once again takes my cheeks in hand. He licks his lips and closes
his eyes, inhaling through flared nostrils, pure satisfaction written over his
features.