Page 51 of The Bad Boy's Homecoming
Missy sighed.“Doesn’t that sound like a really bad idea?”
“Um no, if Dalton is any indication.But also, no, because you’re both single and clearly have something between you.There is like a pulse of energy popping between you two in the same room.”
“He’s the Bad Boy of Baseball.”
“Do you believe everything you read?”
“Brooke.”
“Okay, I’m just saying I feel like that reputation is a bit manufactured and you’re going into this eyes wide open.Levi doesn’t live here, he rarely visits, and if you want to have some mutual appreciation I say go for it.”
“Really?Even after what happened.”
“Yes, you know why, because you could spend your entire life being the good girl, and doing the right thing, and still get burned.So I say have some fun.As long as you’re honest about what you want.”
Brooke finished wrapping her hand.“Can I see what you’ve been working on?”
Brooke always gushed over all Missy’s work, and she had several pieces in her home and at Dalton’s that Missy had done.
“Um, the pieces I did today are a bit different from my usual work.”
“Oh really, maybe a new muse is inspiring you?”Brooke said, standing.
“Ya, you can take a look, let me know what you think.I posted them to the site already, but they may not even sell.”
Brooke walked out of the kitchen into the studio and Missy heard a gasp.She stayed back in the doorway watching Brooke study the art.In the dimmer light of early evening, they were even moodier.
“You are so talented, and whatever is inspiring this line needs to keep happening.”Brooke pulled out her phone and tapped away.“Yup, they’ve already sold.So you better wake up early tomorrow to do more, or do more of whatever is inspiring this, or both,” Brooke said with a big grin.
Missy stepped closer to see her site on Brooke’s phone.And sure enough there were bold sold signs on all the paintings.
“This says a gallery purchased them,” Brooke said.“I bet they’ll want more too.”
Missy just stared at the page.
“No regrets,” Brooke said.
It was a common, simple saying, but something Daria would often say, and it struck Missy like a wave she didn’t see coming.Life had been too short for Daria, and she’d told Missy and Declan on her death bed that she didn’t want them to waste time missing her.That they needed to live life to the fullest without any regrets.And now this was Missy’s chance, with Levi, to have no regrets, follow her heart.Just enjoy it for what it was.
After walking Brooke out, she made her way upstairs.She could hear the shower on in the hall bathroom and found the door unlocked.Without a word she stepped inside and locked it behind her.Levi’s ripped and gorgeous form stood behind the glass door but his eyes watched her.Forcing herself to be brave she unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor, then her shirt.She slid her panties down pushing one side at a time and then paused outside the glass, remembering her hand couldn’t get wet.Levi turned off the shower and stepped out to stand on the bath mat, water rivulets coasting down his beautiful body.His thick manhood was swollen and standing at full attention for her, and her body ached to get closer.The room was warm and full of steam, but goose bumps ran over her.
“I’d like to finish that conversation,” she said.
His hand reached out to grip the back of her neck and pulled her mouth under his in the most intense and expressive kiss she’d ever had.His tongue stroked hers, his teeth bit down on her bottom lip, and she was eager for more.Their bodies melded together like they were meant to be fitted as a perfect match.Then he was carrying her out of the bathroom to her room.Her legs were wrapped around him and she couldn’t believe how reckless she was being.But all she could think was no regrets.
Levi sat on the edge of the bed and sat her on his lap, his length pressed against her but his focus was on her.His blue eyes were dark with want for her, and it made her bold.With her knees on either side of his hips she slid her wet heat over his hard length up and down.His hands were on her bare back, stroking her skin.
“You’re beautiful, like a goddess sent to torture me.”
“What do you want?”she said now, turning his game on him.
“I want to hear you scream my name.”
She smiled.“That sounds so unlike me.”
His hands were rough, but she liked the way it felt as they moved over her, squeezing her thighs then back up to cup her small breasts.He ran his thumbs over her hard nipples and they grew tighter.
Next his mouth was on her neck leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder, and down to her breasts, giving every inch of her body attention.She rocked over him, unable to stop her hips from moving toward what she wanted.A drum beat of need began to build low in her belly and she could feel the pressure building.One of Levi’s big hands sank lower and his thumb skimmed over the swollen nub causing her to buck over him.
