Page 13 of Taming the Bad Boy

When I come, I come so hard it verges on painful. My cock swells to the max as I spray my seed into her tight center, coating her folds with my spend. And there’ssomuch of it.

Ivy’s entire body convulses as her orgasm rocks her. She opens her mouth to gasp, but no sound comes out. Her head drops forward, and her teeth close around the flesh of my chest. She bites down, just enough to sting, but not enough to break the skin.

We come together, her little cunt pulsing on my shaft as I press her up against the dirty brick wall of the diner. It’s not romantic moonlight shining down on us; it’s the flickering single bulb that will soon need to be replaced.

I feel like a conquering hero as I hold her in my arms, feeling her slowly regain her breath as she comes down.

I was her first.

And the world’s about to know I’ll also be her last.

5

IVY

The clubhouse is packed tonight.The scent of whiskey and cigars and gasoline hangs thick in the air. The Heartless Bastards are in full effect tonight, their loud, rough voices bellowing like backup singers for the classic rock blasting from the speakers. Girls in lace stockings and short skirts hang over the guys like they belong to them.

But none of them belong to Slate.

Slate belongs to me.

He hasn’t said those words out loud. Not yet. But he doesn’t have to. I see it in the way he looks at me. The way he tracks my every movement, his eyes scouring my body, burning into my skin like a brand. The way his jaw tightens and his fists clench when another man even glances in my direction.

I can feel him watching me from across the room, his gaze like a hot hand against my body. I glance over to the bar, and sure enough, there he is. Leaning casually, like an Adonis statue, his broad shoulders showing through the torn fabric of his Henley. His blond hair hanging like golden vines across his face.

But even from here, I can see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

The glint that promises violence.

Why? Because Zane is talking to me.

Zane is one of the younger recruits, still not a full-fledged member of the Heartless Bastards. He’s not really doing anything wrong. He’s just chatting with me, asking me what my dad’s shop could do for a tune-up for his bike. But I can tell that Slate does not see it that way.

He sees it as another man infringing on his territory.

But as we’re technically not together tonight–having decided to keep our relationship on the downlow–he can’t exactly make a big scene.

But as Zane steps closer, just a little too close, Slate is suddenly right beside me, standing tall like an unbreakable wall of muscle and stoicism.

“You trying to‘rizz’this girl up, recruit?” he asks, his voice low and threatening. A clear warning that Zane does not pick up on.

“Relax, man.” Zane smirks. “I was just asking her about a tune-up.”

Slate doesn’t move a muscle. His eyes simply narrow, and a low-growl rises up from his chest. “Talk to her dad then. She’s not your mechanic.”

Finally, Zane gets it.

His smile fades, and his eyes flick to me before moving back to Slate. He raises his beer in a half-toast and nods. “Okay. Sure. No problem.” I hear him muttering a curse under his breath as he backs away, disappearing into the throng of the party.

“What the hell was that?” Slate snarls, turning to me, his jaw tight, lips twitching.

I pivot, crossing my arms in defiance. “What waswhat?He was just asking me about a tune-up.”

Slate leans in, grabs my wrist with his hand, and pulls me close. The heat of his body rages against me, and suddenly, I’m not thinking about Zane or the rest of the people in the room. All I can focus on is the fiery tension between us.

“You really think that’s why he was talking to you, Ivy?” he asks, his voice low. “Don’t tell me you’rethatnaïve.”

My rebellious nature flares. I want to argue, get into it with him. But at the same time, his possessiveness is a total turn-on. This big, hot, enormous man is marking his territory. He doesn’t want any other guy to even have a chance to hit on me.

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