Page 7 of Taming the Bad Boy

Her eyelids flutter as she looks up at me. The heat between us is unreal. It’s all I can do to keep myself from dragging her out back and stripping her clothes off. My cock is burning with desire beneath my jeans. I’m gonna have to jack off three times just to get to sleep tonight.

“I should probably get back,” Ivy whispers. “Before my dad starts to wonder where I am.”

I try not to laugh. If ol’ Hank knew I was out here with his daughter right now, he’d bury a wrench in my skull. We’re going to have to keep this secret. It’s going to be dangerous. But Ivy is worth it. I’ve known her less than a day and I can already feel her changing me.

I mean, I just took her out on a bowling date. If I told any of the boys that, they wouldn’t believe me. “Slate? He’d never do something like that,” they’d say.

And they’d be right.

But for Ivy I would.

I lead her over to the bike, swing a leg over, and pat the seat behind me. “All right then, baby. Come on. I’ll get you home.”

Wide-eyed and smiling, she slides on behind me and wraps her thin arms around my waist, pressing her perky tits into my back. Another rush of blood surges to my cock. Did I say I’d have to jack offthreetimes just to get to bed tonight? Maybe I was wrong. Probably more like five.

I’m so fucked.

Hank’s gonna find out, and he’s gonna try to kill me. Saxon’s gonna hear about this, and he’s gonna do everything he can to stop it.

But I don’t care.

Ivy isn’t just some random hot chick. She’s more.Muchmore. She could also very well be the end of me.

But hey, if that’s the case, I’m gonna be in heaven for every second of my destruction.

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IVY

The next night,I’m absolutely buzzing with anticipation.

I told Slate I wanted another date, and if he keeps his promise, he’ll be here soon. I wait in the shadows of the tree outside my house, the night air cool against my hot cheeks. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that. But I’m helpless against his charm, his manly presence, and his panty-melting good looks.

I’ve never snuck out before like this. I’ve never done anything even remotely rebellious. I guess I’ve always been a “daddy’s girl.”

Until tonight.

My pulse is racing with anticipation. There’s just something about the thrill of sneaking out to hop on the back of Slate’s bike that finally got me to step over the line–break the rules. It’s only been one day since he took me bowling, and all I can think about is that kiss…

How tall he is compared to me. The way I have to look up at that Adonis face and those blazing blue eyes. How small I feel when he wraps his arms around me. He had feelings I’ve never felt before raging through my body.

And I’m desperate for more.

My heart leaps as a headlight cuts through the darkness. And then Slate arrives, his blond hair hanging casually over his right eye as he eyes at me like I’m already his. He sits on his bike like a king on his throne, a worn leather jacket stretched over his heaps of muscles. His gaze is like a physical touch, causing my entire body to go warm. Making me anxious and thrilled at the same time.

He smirks dangerously, causing goosebumps to break out over my arms. “Thought you might stand me up.” He smiles.

I place a hand on my hip, scoffing. “After beating your butt in bowling, you think I’d waste my prize because….why?”

His lips twist, and he nods, amused. “You make a good point, Miss Debater. Ever think of going into politics?”

“Oh, God no,” I laugh. “Keep me around engines. Nice and simple and work like they’re supposed to–most of the time.”

“Well, I’ve got a bike right here,” he replies, patting the seat behind him. “Hop on. Let’s ride.”

I hesitate a moment and glance back over my shoulder at the house, my father’s dark window. Slate clearly notices.

“Scared, sweetheart?”

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