Come Home Bad Boy (2 page)

“Yeah, it's fine for now. But I'm sure I'll have a new place soon.” Tossing the keys onto an old end table, he kicked off his shoes.

“You plan on moving?” Stepping around a blue recliner, I ran my hand over the back of his couch.

“I move a lot, part of the job.” Flopping onto the couch, he lifted his arms up over his head.

“Part of the job?” I asked, pulling my jacket off, I draped it over the arm of a bar stool tucked under the small island in his kitchenette.

Waving his hand to dismiss the question, he said, “Yeah, but I don't want to talk about that right now. Come sit.” His hands drew a line up is chest and pointed at his face.

“Oh god, are you serious? What kind of line is that?” My hand fell to my hip, dipping to the side.

“It's not a line, that's what you're going to do. Or should I say, I'm going to do to you?” Silas ran his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes dropping to my waist. My whole body shook, a violent tremor that ran from my head to my toes and back up to my thighs.

He looked so good sitting on the couch, muscles twitching under his shirt. The ink covering his arms was still glistening with a sheen of sweat, eyes darkening with need.

Taking a deep breath, I started toward the couch. Stopping at the edge, Silas leaned forward, wrapping his arm firmly around my waist. “Don't be shy, princess. I won't bite.” His free hand softly worked its way up my leg, pausing at my knee. “Unless you want me to, I do bite on command.”

I felt all the air leave my lungs, forced out by the idea of what he could do to me. What I wanted him to do with me. “I'm not shy, but I don't know you.”

“Well, we're changing that right now.” His fingers danced up my thigh, softly tracing my pussy over the thin fabric of my panties.

I couldn't speak, there were no words, no thoughts. Only images, images of him doing the dirtiest of things to me.

And I was ready, this was needed. My raw desire had taken hold, soaking me inside out. Flicking the cotton with his finger, my swelling clit jumped. An uncontrolled gasp hit my lips, forced out by my tongue. And Silas smiled.

Pulling on my panties, he slipped them down from under my skirt. Tossing them over his shoulder, he pulled me down onto his lap. Spreading my legs over his, the fabric curled up to the crease of my hips.

Silas placed my hands on his chest, pushing them down to the top of his jeans. Dipping the tips of my fingers into the edge, he pressed himself up. The stiff material was quickly forgotten by the bulge taking over. Rocking back against his cock, I peeled his shirt over his head.

More ink, more images painted the massive muscles of his chest. Each one an image of his intense threshold for pain. Gliding my fingers over the colors, I traced the picture slowly, following it across his ribs. “Did that hurt?” I whispered, as his head fell back with my touch.

“A little, but I liked it.” Driving his hands onto my back, he ran them forcefully over my spine. “How about you? Any hidden tats I need to find?”

“No, my father won't allow that.” Arching my back, my breasts hovered over his mouth.

“No daddy talk, unless it's you calling me daddy.” Digging his hands under my ass, he lifted me like I was nothing. Watching his muscles roll, they were steel under the skin.

Ducking his head under my skirt, I heard him moan softly. The tip of his tongue quickly lapped my clit, stroking up and down, circling the swelling button.

And my mind went black, electricity hitting my nerves rendering me helpless. He was doing things with his tongue that I didn't know were possible. Digging my nails into his shoulders, they buried beneath his skin.

Silas moaned louder, dipping his tongue into my warm center, hands holding me in place by my ass. Squeezing my thighs around his head, I thought I was going to collapse with how much my muscles were quivering and shaking uncontrollably. I was close to coming and he hadn't even penetrated me with his cock yet, that was just his tongue.

He must have heard the tone in my voice, the sound of my moan as he danced magically over my pussy. In one swoop he had me on my back on the couch, hand popping the button on his jeans.

My eyes met the biggest muscle I'd ever seen the instant his cock bounced free. Hard and engorged, I ran a finger over his length. I wasn't sure if he'd be able to fit all that inside me. There was so much cock, thick and firm, standing up ready to fill me.

“I hate condoms, are you on birth control?” Gripping his length at the base, he tugged a condom from his back pocket and held it up. Shaking my head no, he tore the wrapper with a sigh. “I'll wear it for you, unless you want to be really risky? I could always pull out?”

My head couldn't think straight. Between the alcohol and my deep urge to just have him inside me right then. I sat silent, shrugging my shoulders up, unsure of what to say.

Silas didn't ask again, he slipped the rubber over his shaft. Pressing his tip against my entrance, he slid in slowly.

My back arched up, making room for his hands to dip into the small of my back. Holding my hips up, he thrust himself in hard, forcing my walls to their limit.

“Silas, mm,” I moaned, head tilting back, eyes closing tightly. My pussy was greedily squeezing around his cock, not wanting him to pull out. I wanted him to stay buried in deep, balls resting against my ass.

His pace quickened, thrusting harder, fingers firmly pressing into my flesh. He was holding me up, keeping me steady. My thighs were shaking around him, goosebumps breaking out all over my body.

Freeing one hand, he tore my dress off, driving his lips around my tits. Rolling my nipples between his teeth, they hardened with his delicate bite. “Fuck, you like that, huh?” Grunting, he said, “You don't need to say it, I can tell. Your cunt is on fire.” Giving one hard thrust, he stopped. Pulling out quickly, he knelt up, holding his cock. “Fuck, it broke. That's my last one.” Peeling the torn condom off his dick, he tossed it to the floor.

Looking up at him, I coaxed him down to my face with one wag of my finger. “Stop crying about it and fuck me.” I didn't know where the words came from, or how they found their way out. But in one blink, he was back inside me, no questions, no debate.

His cock pulsed, the natural feeling of flesh against flesh was intoxicating. The ridge of his tip barely broke my pussy, it hit the entrance never freeing completely.

I was in a sex daze, driven by animalistic need. I needed him right then, all of him.

And I didn't care how.

I felt my brain coat in a fuzzy blanket, body trembling beneath his massive form. I was about to come, the orgasm hitting my veins and turning me to molten lava. “Ahh! Si! Harder!” I yelled between breaths.

Slamming in deep, I felt his cock grow harder, hitting up in my belly. Pulsing as he fucked me, I gripped his balls. They were tight, ready to fill me with his come. My body let go, freeing any sane thoughts. The orgasm hit and my entire form went numb from head to toe.

In the same moment, I felt him twitch, driving in one hard thrust. His head fell against my chest, muscles tense and shaking. Pump after pump, I could feel his warm cum fill me.

“Heidi, Heidi!” The muffled words forced themselves into my ears, knocking me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, what?” I asked, shifting my eyes around to bring myself back to reality and out of my daydream.

“What the hell are you thinking about? I've called your name like ten times already.” Sam was standing at my side, steadily holding a tray of appetizers.

“Sorry, it's nothing. I'm just tired today, that's all.” Lifting the platter from my boss's hands, I turned to head into the dinning room.

Dropping her hands to her hips, she said, “Well get your head out of your ass and back to the customers.”

Fuck, I need to stop doing that! It's been over two weeks since that night, you need to stop thinking about him!
Pushing Silas from my head, I walked out to drop off the order to my table. Between school, and working at the restaurant, I didn't have time for that shit.

Besides, he wasn't a guy who settled down, he was a bad boy. The kind that no girl should fall for. A tattooed, hard bodied, filthy mouthed, bad boy.

And I couldn't stop thinking about him.

He smothered my every waking thought and dreams at night. The one thing I couldn't wrap my head around... I had only been with him once. A one night stand that turned into a two week mind fuck.

His name was Silas Hamilton, he's twenty-four, and he fucked me like no man ever had before.

That was all I knew, that was all I had time for.

But that was enough time to shake my boring world.

And make me want more.

Silas

S
ipping my cup of coffee, I peered through the glass window beside the booth, watching and aching to have her again.

Heidi, it took me a little while to find her, a lot of digging and questioning the people in town.

But I found her, and now I'm making her mine.

She moved delicately through the restaurant, a large smile set across her cheeks. I could see her perfectly from my spot in the cafe.

I'm sure the question that is floating around everyone's head; Am I a stalker?

No fucking way.

I just couldn't get that woman out of my fucking mind, she's been seeping into my skull with such force. Drowning my brain in the memory of how she smelled, how she tasted, and how she felt around my cock. I didn't expect her to sneak out that night, snake her way out of my place and run off.

Did I scare her? Maybe. I'm a pretty bold guy, and I make it known what I want.

Sometimes, women couldn't handle that. I take what's mine, no matter what the consequence might be.

For Heidi, that could have been too much. She seemed like a good girl, a girl who obeys boundaries and follows the rules.

And here I was, ready to break her mold. Ready to take hold of this good girl and turn her bad, bring her onto my side.

Because that's who she was now, she was mine.

Staring at the restaurant, I watched her make her way through the tables. I could see her mouth moving, her lips forming softly into the sexiest shapes. A heart emerged, melting into a soft rain drop.

In my mind I was kissing those lips, running my thumb over the velvet skin, and guiding them down to my dick. All I could remember was how tight she had been, how wet her cunt was as I slid my cock inside.

Then her moan, the angelic coo of her voice as it drifted into my ears. The sultry music that flowed from her lungs made my dick hard just thinking about it.

A cackling voice hit my ear. “More coffee, Hun?”

Slowly I turned my head away from my muse, lifting it to look at the waitress. “Sure, fill it up,” I said, slouching my shoulders, and flicking my eyes back to the window.

“So, you got eyes for Heidi, huh?” The older woman asked, leaning over and resting her hands on the table.

“Excuse me?” I asked, brow arching up.

“You've been staring out this window at her for over an hour.” Holding the coffee pot, she smiled.

“So, it's not a crime to look is it?” Dragging my thumb over the hot cup, my eyes fixed on the table.

“Don't get sassy. You might want to watch that attitude if you ever meet her father. He used to be the sheriff here. Sheriff Gavin...” Her words trailed off, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “He's a sweet man, who is very very protective of his precious Heidi.”

Heidi Gavin. Gavin, Gavin, the name rings a bell. But I can't place it. And it's not from her father.
I'd heard the last name before, but my head wasn't fixing around the place. It just had a familiar ring that wasn't settling. That feeling of dejavue, knowing you've either seen it or heard, someway or somehow.

“Well his precious Heidi isn't so innocent.” The words muttered out, a mere whisper as I sipped on my coffee.

Twitching her eye, the waitress asked, “What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing,” I said smirking, forcing down the steaming hot liquid.

“Why don't you go over there?” Spinning her thumbs around each other, she smiled coyly.

“I will be, I'm just waiting for her to get off shift.” Lifting an open palm, I let my hand drift to my lap.

“Mm hm,” she said through pursed lips. The wrinkles surged through her dry skin, making their way to the crease of her mouth. “Well, Hun, don't wait to long. You might miss your chance.” Tipping her head towards the glass, she shifted her gaze.

Whipping my head to the window, Heidi was strolling out the front door. Pausing on the sidewalk, she stuffed her small black apron into the satchel crossing her chest.

Throwing down a twenty, I stood briskly. “Thanks for the talk.” Extending my leg to slip out of the booth, the woman wrapped her frail fingers around my arm.

“Wait, this is too much. Your bill's only six dollars.” She held the twenty out like it was drug money, trying to force it back in my hand.

Lifting my arms up, palms open. “Keep it, you did a great job bringing me coffee.” Tossing her a smile, I broke free of her grasp and headed out the door.

The sun hit my eyes as I stepped onto the pavement. Shielding my face, I watched her in awe.

Heidi was beautiful, and I made her mine. Her hair was a deep brown, and long, resting just above her waist. Standing there, all I could imagine was my hand coiled tightly inside, pulling hard.

I loved long hair, the way it looked when it drapes over a woman's naked body is alluring in so many ways. And the way she looked that night, her perky round tits bouncing as I drove my cock deep inside her; hair gliding over her shoulders and crawling over her flesh...

Fuck, it made me hard picturing it. Shifting my cock in my jeans, it pushed painfully into the zipper. She was a Marquis diamond, uncut to her own eye, with no idea how gorgeous she really was.

Stepping off the sidewalk, I dodged a few passing cars. Hitting the curb on the other side of the road, I picked up my pace to catch up with her stride. She was walking head down, ear buds tucked tightly in place.

Unaware and oblivious to the fact I was right behind her.