Page 59 of Loved By The Bad Boy

His brows furrow as he tries to think up more conditions for our living together. I try to remind him that it might not happen soon due to the distance, but he cuts in. “You have to love me on the bad days as much as you love me on the good days.” If we have bad days, they will be far in between. I bop his nose. He is worrying too much. We will be fine. “I think that’s all for now.”

I collect the washcloth to wash him. “Okay. Can I add my own conditions?” He wiggles his butt in response, and I spank his ass. It’s firm.Me likey. “One, you must cook for me.” I smile when he turns. “You’re not allowed to have another best friend, okay?” No Olivia wannabe in his life.

Soapy water pools at his feet. I rinse him off, and he shakes his head, sending water flying in my direction.

“Okay,bestie. You’re not allowed to have a male best friend.” Ben means no Calum wannabe in my life, and I am fine with that. “It has to be only me. Maria is cool, and I’m glad you have her.”

“Me too.”

Ben flexes his biceps when he catches me staring at his arms. I don’t know what he does, but each manly boob jerks up. I laugh hard at his silly show until something firm pokes my stomach.

“Babe,” he drawls.

His husky tone starts a fire in the pit of my belly. I stroke him, and he grabs my hands before I do more. I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth. Making small circles around his penis with my tongue, I suck slowly until he’s fully inside. My palms flatten on his stomach. He grips my hair, and the loose, messy bun comes undone. Our gazes meet once, and I deep-throat again.

We try to maintain eye contact. He’s gentle as he guides his erection into my mouth. The warm sperm hits my throat. It’s as salty as the last time. I swallow and open my mouth to show him.

Helping me to my feet, he kisses me hard on my lips. “You really do like cum, Gracie.”

“Sue me,” I whisper. We rinse off again and step out of the shower.

The bedsheet has been changed, courtesy of Ben. My clothes are in a neat pile at the foot of the bed, but I don’t want to change into them yet. I put on my underwear and request for one of his shirts.

“Your mom says I need to have you home by 9 pm,” Ben says in protest. He’s back in Mom’s good books. Dad is still skeptical, and Hayden is saving extra cash in case he ever needs to fly back to swing a right hook at Ben’s face when he fucks up a second time. Ben won’t. I shuffle to my phone on the dresser. It’s one minute past eight. We can snuggle. “What does the time say?”

“Eight. Zero. One. Gimme your shirt, Benny.” A few sniffles and whines later, he hands me one. The shirt stops at my knees. I halt in front of the mirror and giggle at the ridiculous sight. He puts on a pair of shorts. I stop him from covering his sexy body and drag him to the bed. “Hold me.”

His arms are around me in a second, and his jaw nestles on my shoulder. I press my ear against his chest, listening to the thump of his heart. Lethargy washes over me as he strokes my hair. To ward off the sleep, I think of our letters. Ben is my letter boy. He’s right. We are soulmates.

“You were my first kiss,” I murmur into his chest. He pulls me up to lie on him, and I prop my jaw on his chest while my finger takes turns circling his tiny nipple. “I’m glad it was you, babe.”

“You were my second kiss,” he tells me. I don’t ask him about his first kiss. The witch got it before me. “I wish you had told me about the cake earlier. I would have preferred you to be my first kiss.”

Me too. I want to be all his firsts as much as he’s mine. I rub my palm against his jaw. “It’s okay, I guess. I’m your first sex.” We burst out laughing at that. “Your first girlfriend. Your soulmate.”

“And we will create many more firsts in Crescent High and College,” he says. A smile tugs at my lips. It’s his first time talking about his needs. Dreams do come to pass. Now, he gets to live his life. It is a little late, but he gets to experience the joy of being a teen. “I can’t believe I got in.”

“You’re a smartass, babe. Of course, you got in.” Ben’s chest vibrates with laughter. The sound surrounds me in a warm bubble. My heart flutters, and my belly knots. “I have to take the pill.”

I don’t want mini versions of us running around the house yet. We are still kids, but the image puts a smile on my lips. It’s so easy to picture us in our home, the one Ben might design since he loves sketching. I don’t want to follow my parent’s pattern. We will have two boys and two girls.

“Yeah. We need to get to the pharmacy,” Ben says. I shudder at that word. Starting today, I’ll have to walk around with one of those flavored condoms in my purse. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Sure,” I answer. His blue eyes rest on my face, watching me. All our kids can get a combination of our brains but inherit only his eyes. They are so beautiful. “How many kids do you want?”

“It depends on you. You’re the one who has to carry them.”

Fair point. “But how many do you want?”

“Four sounds good,” he answers.

See? We are soulmates. His breathing and his hands moving in calming circles on the small of my back almost lure me to sleep. I drift in and out of consciousness until he whispers, “Gracie.”

“What is it?”

Ben’s hands don’t stop moving, but a blank look blankets his face. I try to speak, but he rushes out the words, “If I agree to file a case against her or do whatever is required, will you come with me to SF?” His fingers migrate to my hair, massaging my scalp. “I don’t think I can do it alone.”

“I’ll be there. I promise.” Placing my hands on either side of my soulmate’s head, I brush my nose against his. He gulps audibly, exposing his vulnerability to me. “You don’t have to do it alone. I’ll be there. Asher. Josef. Your mom. You have us, Benny. You’re not alone anymore.”

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