Page 7 of Craving the Bad Boy

That shouldn’t be possible.

EvenIhave a hard time making myself orgasm. It’s such a pain in the ass that in the last ten months I’ve basically given up on trying and resolved myself to the fact that I’m just going to have blue balls like the boys. Yet somehow, already, Saxon is propelling me to a place I can’t even reach on my own.

When it hits me, it’s like the blast of a thousand fireworks, igniting a sky behind my eyes. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. My body goes stiff, and I freeze for an instant before each one of my muscles and every fiber of my being begins to quiver and shake out of control.

“Saxon, I’m c-c-coming–” My voice chatters, and I realize I can’t even speak properly as wave after wave after wave of burning ecstasy rips through me like an unstoppable fire consuming a city block.

“I know. I can feel it,” he replies, caressing my body with his rough hands as I fight with all my strength to cling to him whilemy climax does its best to throw me from the bike. “And now I’m going toreallymake you mine.”

Before I can even register what he’s saying, there’s a shot of warmth deep inside my pussy. Hot and sticky, coating my walls and even spilling out of me and dripping down my thighs and ass onto the seat of his bike.

Oh my God. He’s coming inside me.

He didn’t even warn me. He didn’t even ask my permission or if I’m on birth control–which I thankfully took to get rid of my acne. I should be offended. Maybe even feel violated. But for some reason, the way he simply decided to take me like he knew I was his and he knew I would love it turns me on even more.

The intensity of my orgasm amplifies tenfold. The lake, the night, the moon, they’re all distant background objects now. Every inch of my body is alive, every single nerve tingling with delight as I’m enveloped in the rapture of this life-changing moment. And when he leans down on me, his cock pulsing inside my hole and pressing his tongue into my mouth, I lose myself to him completely.

I’m lost.

And I don’t want to be found.

4

SAXON

I waketo the sweet scent ofher.

Those intoxicating pheromones, like rain on a summer’s day.

Tammy’s soft body is pressed up against mine, so soft and so smooth, enticing in ways I swore I’d never allow myself to feel. The warmth and feel of her skin is already familiar. Already comforting. Promising a future together that I’m actually allowing myself to envision.

And that future looks like heaven already.

Normally I’d already be up and moving. Done with breakfast and on my way to the club house to deal with whatever problems the day will bring. But this morning, I’m lying here like a helpless idiot, staring at the curves of Tammy’s shoulder and the slope of her nape, breathing in her beauty while I think about what a lucky bastard I am.

I should say something. Wake her. Maybe offer to make her some breakfast. But I don’t. I just lie there in the silence, letting the moment stretch on as I listen to the soft sounds of her breath. Tammy is a wonder I never expected. Everything I never knew I wanted.

And she’s here.Now.

Lying in my bed. And I can’t imagine any other woman ever taking her place.

I’m not used to being with a girl who isn’t going to just be some fleeting moment in my life. A fling, a quick fuck to cure the darkness of a bad day.

My mind is still a blur from last night. From the way her body fit perfectly against mine, just like I knew it would. How incredible she felt when I slid inside her little virgin pussy and claimed her as mine. The way I devoured her like I was on death row and she was my last meal.

I amnotused to this.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not sure I know how to deal with it either. I’m a loner. An outlaw. I live my life the way I want to live it, with no ties to anyone but my brotherhood. But I’m not just about push away this incredible girl who just crashed into my life. No way in hell.

The sound of a key in my lock jolts me out of my daydreaming, and the hair on the back of my neck instantly stands up. The door opens, and I hear a set of footsteps into the apartment. My whole body goes tense.

I know those footsteps.

I know them all too well.

Roxy.

My arm wraps instinctively around Tammy, pulling her close. I hear her breath catch as she goes stiff against me. I try to hide her by pulling the blanket up. I don’t want Roxy to see and drag her into our bullshit.

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