Taming the Bad Girl (11 page)

“No,” she whispered, and my cock pulsed,
pleasure thrilling through me. “It feels good. It feels so good… do it, Giles.”
She turned her head, looking at me over her shoulder. “Fuck my ass.”

Body trembling I took my cock and ran it along
her pussy.
Across her clit, along her slit.
Allowing her juices to drip down my cock, to coat the condom so
that I would be able to slip into her.
Her ass that
was already loosening around my finger.

“Touch
yourself
,” I
said. “Finger your pussy while I have your ass. Make yourself wetter.”

I felt her finger slip down as I slipped mine
out. Excitement throbbed through me, through every part. Gently I eased myself
in, just the cockhead, less than an inch. She gasped and thrummed herself. I could
feel the movement.

“Too much?”
I asked.

She shook her head. “It feels good. Give me
more.”

I complied, slipping some more of my length in.
Slowly thrusting my hips, letting her body adjust to my size.
To accommodate me.
Beads of sweat coated me and I
gritted my teeth. She was just so fucking tight. Already I could feel my
bollocks tightening, getting ready to shoot my load. I didn’t know how much
longer I could possibly last.

“More,” she moaned. “Fucking take me, Giles.”

“I want to be gentle,” I breathed, pleasure
cursing through me. “Jesus Christ, Luce. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want more,” she moaned, strumming herself
still. “I’m so close, Giles, so close.”

I tightened my hands on her hips, gripping her
as hard as I dared, picking up my speed a little but not burying myself. I was
too big. It would hurt her too much surely? But God the urge to simply thrust
in was overwhelming.

Must stay in control.
The words
were like a chant in my mind, over and over but just as I was about to pull out
and simply
wank
over her delectable ass something
happened. She came, I felt her body clench around me, everything tightening and
loosening at the same time. My cock slipped home without so much as a thrust on
my part and she screamed as her orgasm raced through her.

Back out I went before burying myself in her ass
to the hilt and that was all it took. My own orgasm claimed me and I let out a
hoarse cry as I filled the condom with waves and waves of
my
cum
.

“Jesus Christ…”

Lucy went limp, falling flat on her stomach,
easing me out of her at the same time and I followed her down. Both our breaths
were ragged, pants and moans filling the air. I felt amazing.
So satisfied.
So happy.

“Lucy…” I began, turning to caress her face. But
then I paused when I saw the look there. It was not
blissed
out or relaxed. It was altogether too serious. My gut clenched and panic filled
me.
“Babe?”
I said, the endearment slipping out. “Was
it too much?”

She shook her head. “It was amazing. I loved it.
Will in fact have to insist on it again very soon.”

“Then what….”

Instead of me caressing her face she reached out
and rubbed a hand along mine. Her words when they registered magnified my
happiness tenfold and in that moment whatever had come before no longer
mattered. Nothing did but the two of us. Here and now.

“You were never a mistake, Giles,” she said.
“Never.”

Chapter Seventeen

Lucy: The past always comes back to haunt you. Trite but true.

It was a little uncomfortable the day after our
ass session, I won’t lie. But then I guess that would happen
,
it was like losing your virginity after all. Whatever though, I was happy to
take the discomfort for more of that pleasure. Never had I realized I could
feel so damn full, and now, just under a month later, as I sat in Giles’ bed
waiting for him to return from the bakery, I plotted ways to get more of the
same out of him.

He’s insisted we had to wait, that we’d do it
again at some point but not too soon. A month seemed like plenty long enough to
me though.
Maybe the red lace and some cherry lube?
I
wished I had my vibrator—thinking double penetration—but that could wait until
another time. Or the blue satin dress? Giles seemed to love my body wrapped in
blue. That part of my wardrobe was getting a good workout.
Almost
as much as me.
I smiled to myself and snuggled under Giles’ heavy duvet,
letting the smell of his citrus scent bathe me. We’d been taking it in turns
lately. Him at my house, me at his, and though part of me didn’t want to put
too much faith in anything, things were looking…good.

So good in fact I had no idea what it meant.
Because it wasn’t just sex, I thought as I wiggled my toes. We’d watched
movies, gone out for meals—luckily without bumping into anymore ex-shags—even
cooked. It felt altogether too much like dating and though I loved every single
minute of it part of me was beginning to chafe. If we we’re dating then I
wanted to know that, properly for a fact. I wanted to be able to relax a little
and maybe even open up a bit.
Because dating meant trust and
if Giles’ had reached that point I saw no reason why I couldn’t finally let my
secret out.

Turnaround?
Yeah, but everything was different now. He wanted me as much as I
wanted him. That was obvious every time we fucked. Did it go deeper? Maybe not,
but I was damned if I wasn’t going to try and make it. I’d pulled myself up
from my bootstraps to get what I wanted in life and I wanted Giles. If I had to
fuck him senseless to come round to my way of thinking so be it.

I smiled as I imagined that but the smile faded
slightly as I considered what it would mean.
The secret.
I squirmed a little and traced the patterns on Giles ceiling. Yes, okay it was
kinda
shameful and I was a little worried about what he’d
say…but if this was real I’d have to tell him eventually. That much had become
clear to me as the days passed.

Alex
. I sighed, a funny fluttering in my side making me uncomfortable,
and flipped onto my back. What was I ever going to do about that? Hadn’t I
spent years trying to figure it out?

But why think about it now? Here I was comfy and
happy. Giles had the heating turned up high, and I could smell coffee brewing
in the kitchen. I shot upright. The coffee smelled funny. Shit, was it burning?

Panic jolted me out of bed. Our blossoming
relationship wouldn’t blossom much more if I burned his apartment down!

“Shit, shit, shit.” I raced through the bedroom,
down the small hallway to the open plan living area, and straight across to the
coffee machine. The closer I got the worse it smelled and I had to put my hand
across my mouth to stop from
yarking
.
Jesus
. I grabbed a dishcloth and pulled
the coffee pot free, dumping it in the sink. The smell of the beans wafted up
my nostrils and I dry heaved behind my hand.

What the hell was wrong with it? The machine
looked fine, though I unplugged it just in case. The coffee pot looked okay
too. Well, not so much now because it was sat in last night’s plates that we
hadn’t gotten round to washing up. The film of sauce on the one closest to me
was overpowering. It mixed with the coffee beans and I blanched, pivoted and
ran for the bathroom.

I barely made it. Only just had enough time to
kick the door shut behind me before I was leant over the sink heaving my guts
up.
Last night’s dinner made an appearance, as did the snack
I’d had in the early hours. My stomach screamed a protest, the sight of the
vomit making me feel even sicker, and I clutched the towel rail, trying to get
a hold of myself.

What the hell was going on? All of a sudden I
realized I felt kind of woozy. Maybe it was because I was standing up? I’d been
fine lying down, and without even considering it I sank down against the cool
tiles of the wall, resting my head against them, the wooziness subsiding ever
so slightly.

It was food poisoning, I thought. It had to be.
Whatever we’d eaten last night hadn’t agreed with me. Either that or…. My
stomach fluttered again. That same feeling I’d had in bed. Like a butterfly was
stuck in there beating its wings against my muscles. I shuddered and pressed a
hand against the fluttering. It was the weirdest feeling I’d ever had, and
certainly was not a symptom of food poisoning. Something I hardly ever got!
Hell I’d lived in a trailer, where everything was fried in lard. Food poisoning
was for city freaks.

You know
what else makes you sick, first thing in the freaking morning Lucy
.
Hello?
I gasped. Oh God
no. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. But even as I thought it I was already
doing the calculations in my head and coming up empty. I hadn’t had my period
in about nine weeks—which wasn’t a big deal for me because I was so tiny I
could sometimes go two or three months without seeing any flow action…only the
first night Giles and I….

I gasped again and stood up abruptly, my brain
whizzing and racing.
Please, God, no.
Dizziness
hit and my stomach clenched. Dimly I heard the door open and then shut, and
then a buzz I couldn’t quite identify. My throat constricted and once again I
had to lean over the sink.
I fumbled
with the tap, turning it fully on to disguise my heaves and gripped the sink
until my knuckles were white.

What the hell was Giles going to say?

Because I was so busy
yarking
,
so busy panicking, I didn’t see the text message until much later.
When it was almost too late.

Chapter Eighteen

Giles: Being sneaky is not the manly thing to do at all. But you’ll
find that falling in love strips much of that away anyway.
Might
as well go with the flow.

The phone was buzzing when I came through the
door, and because I had mine on me I knew it was Lucy’s. I paused for just a
moment, heard the tap in the bathroom running, and despite
myself
dropped the groceries on the sideboard and went into the bedroom.

I wasn’t going to actually look in the phone I
told myself. Hell I was just
gonna
see if it was him.
The man Lucy still wouldn’t talk to me about. The one I’d decided not to
pressure her on yet.
Alex
.

It wasn’t that I was being the good guy. Mainly
I just didn’t want to do anything that might undermine this
new
harmony
between us. I was so happy—pathetic, I knew—but true. Being with
Lucy, even if it meant pretending for the moment, was enough. It wouldn’t be
forever, and I got that.
But for now…well, for now it would
do.

I picked up the phone, the lime green skin far
too bright and looked at the screen.
Message from Alex
.
The growl left my mouth before I could
even stop it and I clicked the phone on. It was touch screen and prompted me
for a password. I frowned, but the frown was soon replaced with a smile. If
there was one thing I’d learned from Lucy it was that she hated passwords. I’d
had to password every one of her spreadsheets with the same damn thing! I typed
it into the phone now and was not shocked when the screen unlocked for me.

 
The sound
of running water ceased and I shifted guiltily. This was a new low even for me.
Had I become so desperate that I’d resort to stooping? I shook my head and made
to put the phone back down. It buzzed again and I inhaled sharply.
Message from Alex.

Twice in as many minutes?
I clicked it before I could even stop myself, feeling like the
lowest of the low but unable to resist.

The message was in a string. Kind of like how
Blackberry’s worked. You could call up the entire message thread by just
scrolling along the screen. The first message made me pause and peer closer,
wondering if I was reading it right.

I need the
money tonight.
Percy’s, Six.

I scrolled up further, to the message which had
caught my attention.
You promised you’d
meet me this week. I’m almost out not sure how long I can hold on for.

Puzzled I went further up and caught one of Lucy’s
responses.
I don’t have any cash spare!
You have to make it last longer than this!

You’ll
leave me to rot?

What the hell! I scrolled up and down, all the
while one ear cocked to the door, completely baffled. I’d expected flirting,
maybe even plans to meet up and what I’d have done then I had no fucking idea! But
this was something else entirely. The messages went back for over six months,
and in each of them Alex seemed to be begging Lucy for money. I scrolled up as
far as possible to the very first message.
Sent just over
seven months ago.
I’m in town and
I need your help.