Stone Cold: A Bad Boy Romance (2 page)

My head was a tornado of emotions. I never thought I'd see Kellan again. Even after four years I still wasn't over him. He was the reason why I skipped out on so many nights out with Samantha. I could never find a man that could match him.

Kellan sat across from me in the kitchen and I couldn't find a way to tell him. But he had to know—had to know that we were over. Every time my mouth opened, I couldn't make out the words. He was so happy to see me and I didn't want to break his heart.

I looked out the window at Saint Marks. The sun was setting and the lampposts along main street were lighting up. There had to be an answer to my problem. Couldn't somebody tell me what to do? If my father was here he'd know.

But when Kellan put his hands around me, all those old feelings came rushing back. Then I knew what to do. Kellan was my first love. He was the only man I'd ever been with. Only man I ever
wanted
to be with.

Kellan kissed me hard on the lips. My initial reaction was to push him away. But his grasp on me was strong—always was. I melted in his grip and accepted his kiss. Nothing could stop it now.

Kellan whisked me off my feet and swung me around. “Where's the bedroom?” His voice was low and guttural. He carried me down the hallway and to the last door on the right. Kellan gently laid me down on the king-sized bed with a white comforter.

Somewhere in the back of my head, my subconscious was screaming at me to run away. We were supposed to be broken up. But the love of my life was back...

Kellan lifted his tight white shirt over his head and exposed that ripped body. He was more chiseled since the last time I saw him, more definition in his chest and abs. More tattoos too. A lot more tattoos. His skin was completely covered in ink.

I couldn't help but attack his blue jeans. I fumbled around with his belt and snaked it out of the loops. Kellan unzipped and dropped his pants to the ground. His length was pinned beneath his gray boxer briefs, just waiting to be unleashed. The desire ran deep down in my core. Kellan pushed me back down on the bed before I could rip off those boxers.

“I've thought about this moment for four years,” Kellan said softly, running his finger down my neck. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my outfit. I was wearing a paint-stained apron that couldn't be any less attractive. But for some reason, to Kellan, it was.

“It's not a dream anymore. This is real.” I undid the tie around my back and threw my apron across the room.

Kellan wouldn't let me touch the rest of my clothes. His rough hands did the rest, tearing my little blue t-shirt over my head, pulling my jeans, both legs off at the same time. I lay on the bed wearing white panties and a nude-colored bra. Again, not the sexiest but you wouldn't be able to tell by the hunger in Kellan's eyes. My flesh was his to devour.

Kellan nibbled at the crook of my neck and worked his way down. It tickled at first, goosebumps forming on my arms. Kellan pulled at the front of the bra until it snapped and my breasts spilled out. I had forgotten how passionate he could be. Kellan kneaded my supple breasts, pinching my nipples until they hardened.

“Did you miss me?” Kellan asked, pressing my nipple into his mouth.

He chewed on me softly until I cried out, “Yes, I missed you.”

Kellan slipped both hands into the waistband of my white panties. His arms flexed, pulling the fabric until it tore apart. He swept the shreds of my underwear to the side.

Kellan pulled down his boxers until his hard cock bounced out. My breathing quickened and a spike of ecstasy flowed through me. I never wanted him more than I did in that moment. Our entire past between us floated away. All that mattered was this moment.

“Take me now, Kellan.
I need you.
”

Kellan gave me a devious smile. “Patience, baby.”

Patience wasn't my best virtue but when Kellan grazed his finger against my slit, I instantly shut up. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure. Kellan rubbed my fleshy hood around, bringing me so close to the edge.

This was what I had been missing for four years. I'd barely gotten by from touching myself in the shower. But nothing could compare to Kellan's touch.

I opened my eyes to discover Kellan sucking on the fingers he used to touch me. “You always tasted like Heaven, Lilly.”

The pressure was building. If Kellan didn't release it, I'd have to do it myself. “Kellan, please...”

I didn't have to say another word. Kellan knew it was time. He spread my legs and plunged into me. My slick pussy stretched until his entire cock filled me up. I wrapped my ankles around his back and held onto his arms as I detonated around him. I quivered and shook, Kellan thrusting in and out of me.

The room spun around and eventually my vision came back to me. That orgasm was like a punch to the face. Was this what sex with Kellan was like? It had been so long ago that I almost forgot.

My first time was a very different experience. Kellan and I held off for a month but we couldn't wait any longer. We did it in the back of my old cramped VW Beetle. I loved him so much. Kellan was gentle, not wanting to break me. That was
real
love making.

Not like this time. Kellan wanted to fuck me hard and I needed him to.

“You're so tight, Lilly.” Kellan gripped onto my thighs and used them as leverage to fuck me even deeper. I raked my fingernails down his back as hard as I could.

“Don't stop!” I ordered him.

Every thrust into me sent my body into overdrive. I wanted to stay here on this bed forever with Kellan.

“Come for me one more time, baby. Come with me.”

Kellan's words finished me off. My skin shattered into a million pieces as I came around his thickness. I couldn't stop shaking from the extreme orgasm. Everything became one when I felt Kellan flood me with his seed. Our screams and moans waked the entire apartment building.

Kellan stayed inside me until his penis became flaccid. I never wanted him to leave. The feeling of being with him was like no other. “I missed that so much,” Kellan said.

“Me too,” I replied. Kellan collapsed next to me and held me in his arms. I never felt so safe before. Everything was how it should be. But that voice in the back of my head was still yelling at me. I'd have to confront the problem eventually.

But all I wanted to do right now was fall asleep in Kellan's arms and never worry about anything ever again.

The sex was how I always dreamed it would be—my cock sinking into Lilly over and over again. Lilly moaning my name as she came around me. My engorged manliness unloading inside her. Life never tasted so sweet.

Lilly ran her fingertips along my skin. The sensation was so calming. Her fingers found the scars on my sides and she hesitated. “When did you get these?”

“First few days of prison.”

It was a hellish time of my life. The Blood Dogs MC didn't have very many allies and that meant no help. I knew prison was going to be hard. And the first day I realized how hard.

The 809 MC had a lot of members in prison. I knew payback was inevitable. I always thought it would happen in the shower. At least that's how the movies always portrayed it. But it happened in the weight room. I was trying to keep a low profile and just work on my bench presses.

That's when three black guys from the 809 held me down and slid two shanks up my sides. The amount of blood that poured out of me was unimaginable. I should have died on that bench but the doctor was able to keep me alive.

After that, the 809s left me alone. I'd suffered enough in their eyes. If I had the power of the Blood Dogs behind me, I'd have taken out every last one of those motherfuckers. But not knowing how long I'd be in prison, I knew the more enemies I made, the sooner my life would end.

“How did it happen?” she asked. The details were too gruesome for Lilly. She didn't have to hear it all.

“Retaliation.”

Her lips pressed against my scars and made everything all right. It was almost worth getting stabbed just so I could feel her mouth against my skin again.

“You have a lot more tattoos since the last time I saw you. What does the hand of playing cards mean?” Lilly pointed to the ink on my chest.

“One of the prizes of winning a poker game. Money doesn't mean much in prison. ”

Lilly nodded like she knew what I meant. But she'd never grasp the darkness of prison. And I had to keep that away from her.

Everything was how it should be with Lilly naked and back in my arms. Her tits were pressed against my side and I could feel her heartbeat. It was strong and confident. But Lilly was different somehow. She wasn't being her true self. I'd known her for a long time and could tell when she was hiding something from me.

“What are you not telling me, Lilly?”

Lilly raised her head from my chest and glanced at me. Her blue eyes sparkled. “What do you mean?”

“Don't play fucking games with me. What's on your mind?”

She ran her fingers through my hair. “Can't we just enjoy the moment, Kellan?”

My eyes bore holes into her soul, forcing Lilly to give up her secrets.

Lilly sighed. “You always were a mood killer.” She got out of bed and collected her clothes from the ground. Her underwear was destroyed so she went to a drawer and pulled out a fresh pair. Lilly was pissed at me and I didn't know why.

I lay in bed and watched her get dressed. Her body was so fucking fantastic. The curves of her legs and hips. I couldn't help but be mesmerized.

“We were broken up, Kellan,” Lilly stated, biting her lip to hold back tears.

I sat up, my hands clenching into fists. “What the fuck are you talking about, Lilly?”

“That's the reason I never visited you in prison. It's the reason I never went to your trial. Once you were arrested, my father explained that I was never going to see you again. That I needed to move on and forget.”

“It was your fucking father again!” My voice was raised and I couldn't help it.

“No, Kellan. It wasn't his fault. It was yours. You were the one who got arrested and went prison. If it's anyones fault, it's yours.”

Her words dug a knife deep into my back. “You believe I did it. You believe I tried to kill that member of the 809.”

Lilly looked at the floor and didn't say a word. She twisted the knife around causing blinding pain. The only woman I'd ever loved betrayed me.

“What was I supposed to think, Kellan? You were in a motorcycle club. It wasn't a big stretch of the imagination to think that you tried to kill a man.”

“But if you had just come to see me. I could have explained everything.”

“I'm sorry, Kellan. But we can't change the past.”

The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My blood curdled and nausea set in. “Have you been with another man?” The thought of Lilly being with someone else made me want to vomit. If I ever got my hands on him, I'd wring the life from his body.

She shook her head and a wave of relief washed over me. “I tried to date other guys but it didn't work out.”

“And what about the sex we just had? Did that mean nothing to you?”

Lilly couldn't even face me anymore. “Momentary weakness,” she replied.

“You got to be fucking kidding me! You're telling me what we just had was a lapse of judgment?”

Lilly finally looked up at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you Kellan. I never thought I'd see you again. When you showed up at my door, I forgot about everything.”

I got out of bed and walked over to Lilly. “You can't mean this.”

“I was finally getting over you, Kellan. Then you just waltzed right back into my life. I can't deal with all this right now.”

“Not everything is about you, Lilly. I was in fucking prison for four years. For a crime I didn't commit. I thought about you every damn day. I thought you'd be waiting for me when I got out.”

“I'm sorry, Kellan. I really am.”

The door to the bedroom swung open and in came Samantha, Lilly's best friend. She got a good look at my naked flesh and turned red instantly. She covered her eyes and turned away. “Holy shit, Lilly. I thought something happened to you. I didn't know you had a guy over.”

“What are you doing here, Samantha?”

I threw on my jeans and t-shirt. The conversation between Lilly and I was over.

Samantha kept her eyes closed. “I thought something bad happened. You went to answer the door and then the line went dead.” She peeked through her fingers and finally realized. “What the fuck! Kellan! What the fuck are you doing out of jail?” Samantha reached for her phone. No doubt to call the police because she assumed I escaped.

“Samantha! Hold on,” Lilly yelled. “Kellan was released from jail. You don't need to call anyone.”

“I was just leaving anyways.” I walked past Lilly without looking at her. Samantha blocked the door and made me squeeze by.

My legs were weak as I walked down the hallway and to the front door. I could hear Samantha and Lilly whispering to each other in the bedroom. Was that really how it was going to end between Lilly and I? That couldn't be the last time we spoke to each other.

I left her apartment, choking back the tears. I wouldn't cry over her. I went through worse in prison. I'd get by fine without her. It was time to see what the Blood Dogs MC had been up to.