“I don’t want you to.” Astrid’s voice quivers. Her lips attack mine, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue. “Ever.” She whispers. Right after that her body stiffens.

  “Are you okay?”

  And like nothing happened, she throws her hot pink hair over her creamy shoulder and drops to her knees. “Never better.” When she looks up at me, tugging at my belt buckle I nearly lose my load. She helps me slip out of my pants. “And lucky you,” She licks her lips pulling my length out from its hiding spot. “I’m about to show you just how good I am.”

  4

  Astrid

  His head rears back when I suck him in, which is no easy task. Look at the size of the guy. Everything’s huge, and I mean everything. A low moan vibrates deep in his throat as I work my magic, having to relax more than ever to allow him down my throat. His hands fist the back of my head, gently like he’s petting me. If my mouth weren’t full, I’d purr for him.

  If we only get one night, dammit I’m making it count.

  I slide him over my tongue, as deep as I can manage. Tickling his sack with my pink tipped fingernails. My other hand comes into play, following the motions of my wet mouth. Bone draws in a sharp breath and I know I’ve hit the right spot. He’s putty in my hands, this big ass bad boy with wide, powerful shoulders.

  So I’m shocked when he lifts me from under my arms like I weigh nothing, bringing me to my feet. He looks down at me, nostrils flared like a bull in a fight. “I don’t want to come this way.” I roll my eyes. He doesn’t have to be a hero. All guys want to come this way. Before anything can leave my mouth, he spins me around. One inked arm coils around my waist as he presses his length against my soft bottom. With the other hand, he brushes my hair from my neck. Silky strands cascade over my rigid rose-red peaks.

  “I’m going to come inside of you, Astrid. Buried so deep you’ll be screaming for mercy, and begging for more.”

  My eyes flicker up in his direction. “With a condom, of course?”

  Bone grunts out a laugh. “If that’s what you want.”

  To my surprise, it isn’t. I want him to go bareback. But I’m not a fucking idiot. I reach around and squeeze his impossibly tight ass. “It is. Tell me you’re prepared.”

  The words are barely out of my mouth. The brick wall, also known as Bone, disappears from behind me. I glance over at him, gloriously naked and crouched over his suitcase. His cock remains at attention, bobbing up into the patch of hair below his belly button. His thick arms bulge and pop, fingers shuffling through his toiletry bag.

  “Come on, where are you?” He mutters to himself.

  A small smile plays on my lips, and warmth spreads across my chest. I played this moment in my head before. So far, it’s better than I dreamed, albeit similar. But seeing the gorgeous, panty melting giant perched over his suitcase like this, he almost looks…cute. His undercut hair, longer on top, falls into his eyes. He brushes it back to reveal his teeth digging into his full bottom lip.

  “Ah!” He says, holding the condom up like it’s a first place trophy. “Found it.” He looks over at me, his near-smile fading. “Wow.”

  Oh my God. It hits me that I’m as bare as the day I was born. Everything’s out on display for Bone, stretch marks, cellulite, probably a spot or two I missed shaving. “What?” I regret the word instantly.

  When he stands, his erection bobs up against his abdomen, already glistening and ready. He towers above me. I crane my neck to look him in the eye. “You look so beautiful right now.” My mouth bobs open, ready to tell him that flattery isn’t necessary and that I’m a sure thing, but he doesn’t let me. “You’re fucking perfect, Astrid.” His lips meet mine, and he moans into my mouth. “I’ve never seen anyone as perfect as you.”

  That’s it. I’m a goner. My center erupts in wetness, no doubt running down my legs. My fingers rip open the condom, he helps me roll it over his length. As soon as he’s fully sheathed, I jump on him, wrapping my legs around him, taking hungry possession of his perfect mouth. His arms flail, but only for a second. Bone’s hands squeeze my bottom as he carries me to the bed.

  My breasts splay out to the sides and I push them together for him to taste my delicate buds. “I could kiss you like this all night,” he moans.

  With a growl of my own, I grip the front of his hair and pull his head away from my chest so that he’s looking me in the eye. “You can, Bone. But I’m going to need you to fuck me first.”

  His hungry eyes widen in delight. With the grace of someone half his size, he positions himself on top of me. I guide his tip through my folds until he’s pressed against my entrance. He leans into me, pushing the tip inside. White lights flash before my eyes as I stretch to accommodate.

  “Are you okay?” Bone’s eyes search mine. I bite my bottom lip and nod, grip him by the back of the neck and devour his mouth as he presses himself further inside of me. The comforter grazes the edge of my thighs as I open wide, willing my muscles to relax for him. Once he’s all the way in, deeper than I thought was humanly possible, we slowly find our rhythm. My walls hug his cock, milking him with every stroke.

  Bone’s eyes remain pinched closed, giving me the chance to study his face while he grinds in and out of me. My fingers find the grooves of his sculpted shoulders, and I give myself over to him as he plunges further inside of me, grinding against my engorged bud. I know I’ll come soon.

  Bone opens his steel gray eyes, then lowers his lips to my ear as he rides me. “I’m going to come, Astrid.”

  My fingernails rake down his broad back. Those words send me over the edge, and when Bone pushes all the way inside of me, the entirety of his body weight pressed against mine, I come. I come harder than I ever have in my life.

  My hips continue wiggling long after we’ve both released. Bone breathes in ragged spurts. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss on my inner arm. I’m waiting for him to say something, anything. Instead, we lay there in silence for what feels like forever.

  Until Bone’s lips trail across my chest and once more, my buds stiffen into diamond peaks. “I wasn’t kidding, Astrid. You aren’t leaving here tonight.”

  I laugh, and fist the back of his hair as he devours my breasts. I may not be leaving tonight, Bone, but I will be leaving. I’ve been in this situation before—the lovemaking wasn’t this good—but in the arms of a bad boy, I’m putty. And I always get hurt. But not this time. This time, I’m the one who walks away first.

  Even if I have a feeling it might be a little easier said than done.

  5

  Bone

  Blackout curtains are the best invention on the planet. I roll over in the cool hotel room, every muscle sore from having my way with Astrid last night, a more than a willing participant. Her beauty blew me away. I knew she would be gorgeous but I had no idea she’d be built like a fucking goddess, ready to take me mind, body and soul. My eyes blink open, hoping to catch a glimpse of my woman. The pillow next to me is empty. So is her side of the bed.

  I rub my eyes and sit up, naked beneath the sheets. In the corner of the room, Astrid wiggles into…what did she call them, Spanx? She mustn’t know I’m awake, because she slides herself into the tight high waisted panties with a low grunt. A smile spreads across my lips. She steps back into the pink dress and zips it up, then finds her purse—her back still to me—and tiptoes toward the door.

  She can’t be leaving?

  “Morning.” My words stop her cold. She flips back around to me and paints on a shaky smile as she presses her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Where are you going?”

  Astrid licks her swollen lips, stained pink from last night’s lipstick. “You know what? I got hungry.” Her hand slaps her outer thigh. “I thought I’d run and grab some breakfast.”

  “Oh.” I hop out of bed. Astrid’s eyes follow me. When she realizes I’m watching her watch me, she looks away. Seems kind of funny after how much we saw of each other last night. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “You were sleeping so hard. I thought maybe … I don’t know.”

  “I’m always down for food.” I zip up my jeans and find a clean T-shirt in my bag. She’s not getting away from me that easily. “Where do you wanna go?”

  Astrid’s face is hard to read. Her eyes dart around the room, toward the door, then back to me. She draws a deep inhale and twists her lips. “The diner?”

  “Sounds good. Let’s do it.”

  “Bone, you really don’t have to—”

  My fingers interlace with hers. Not knowing exactly the right words to use, I choose what comes to my mind first. “Astrid, I want to spend more time with you. I like being around you.” Her eyes scan my face, searching for what? I don’t know. Is she not into me? Last night it sure seemed like she was.

  Finally, her lips curl into an uncertain smile and she nods. “I’m an eater, don’t judge me.”

  A playful scoff escapes my lips. “Never.” I grab my wallet from last night’s pants, and press my hand against the small of her back as I lead her out into the hall. We’re both quiet on the way to the car, except for the scuff of our feet on the hotel carpet.

  It doesn’t occur to me that she doesn’t know which car is mine until she looks to me and follows in my direction. It feels like I’ve been with her my whole life, so it’s hard to forget that there are so many things we don’t even know about each other.

  Like pretty much everything, idiot.

  I open the passenger door and Astrid hops in. The diner’s packed by the time we get there, and to my surprise King and Ronnie wave from a nearby booth. I head over to their table. Astrid hesitantly follows. I grab her hand so that we’re side by side. I don’t know why she’d act strange. She knows all of the guys and their women. Hell, she was invited to Titus’ wedding.

  As we approach the table, Ronnie’s eyes scan Astrid’s dress, the same one she wore last night. I didn’t even think maybe she’d want to swing by her place and change. “Well, well, crazy kids. Looks like you two had fun last night.” Ronnie teases.

  “Hell yeah we did.” I squeeze Astrid’s hand. She snaps her head in my direction.

  “Sorry, man. Where are my manors?” King wipes his mouth with his napkin, and scoots sideways in the booth. “Why don’t you join us?”

  “Yes, sit.” Ronnie sets down her coffee cup. “Phoenix and Everly were going to come, but they were…not quite ready to get out of bed.” Ronnie taps the seat next to her. “Sit.”

  “No, no, no.” I shake my head. “We just came over to say hi.”

  “Dude, just sit.” King shrugs.

  “Ki-ing,” Ronnie’s voice comes out like a song. “They want to be alo-one.”

  King looks to Astrid, whose face turns fifty shades of crimson. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. Dammit if she isn’t the cutest fucking thing.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I nod at my friend and his wife, then grab Astrid’s hand on the way back up to the front. Once we’re out of range, she draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “You okay, baby?” I shake her hand, still interlaced with mine.

  “I don’t know.” Her eyes remain unfocused.

  “You’re not sick are you?”

  Finally she meets my gaze. “No, Bone. That’s not it. Not at all.”

  “You just hungry?” I press my lips to the back of her hand. “I get it. If I don’t eat when it’s time I’m a fucking beast. That Snickers commercial? It’s basically me.” I lean down and rest my nose against her full cheek, her soft skin still holding onto last night’s perfume. “Let’s get out of here. You need to eat.”

  Something shifts in her demeanor. Her shoulders soften and her forehead smoothes. “You’re right, Bone. I am hungry. Maybe I should just go home and eat.”

  “Not a chance, gorgeous. You’re coming to my house. I’m making you breakfast.”

  6

  Astrid

  Bone’s house is nothing like I imagined it. There isn’t a speck of dust to be seen. He insisted I change out of my dress and into his clothes. I insisted on taking a shower first, a surefire way to freak him out. Bad boys don’t dig clingy women. To my surprise, he pulled a fluffy towel from the linen closet and led me to a sparkling clean shower. He must’ve showered in another bathroom because when I enter the great room post-rinse, Bone’s hair is wet and he’s only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants.

  “Have a seat.” He cocks his head toward the barstool at the kitchen island. That unruly hair of his, damp and darker than normal falls over his eye. Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into.

  Thanks to Bone’s marble hard back flexing and stretching as he leans down over the stove, I nearly miss the step leading up to the kitchen. Bone glances over his shoulder and I play it off, pushing my glasses up my nose. The smell of sizzling bacon fills the air and my stomach doubles over on itself; I really did work up an appetite after a night with Bone.

  “That smells amazing.”

  “Good.” He turns to me, a sparkle in his steely gray eyes. “I fucking love bacon.”

  “Me too,” I say, and tiptoe to the stool wearing his boxer shorts and oversized t-shirt. Bone whistles while he cooks, cracking eggs into a bowl and getting plates down for the both of us. I watch him work with a smile on my face. An odd feeling of comfort and familiarity washes over me as I saddle up to the barstool.

  Wait. No. Cue the tire’s screeching.

  This was not the plan. I was supposed to be out of here by now. I cannot fall for another bad boy. But watching him here, in his pristine, clean apartment with fluffy towels and a fridge full of food, I’m starting to think there’s more to Bone than meets the eye. Maybe he’s not a bad boy after all?

  And I’ve never dated anyone who isn’t.

  Bone slides the plate in front of me. I gasp at the sight. “Who are you, Martha Stewart?”

  “I grew up with three sisters. Three older sisters. They always made me help them with everything including cooking and cleaning.”

  The white plate in front of me holds two fried eggs, two pieces of buttered toast, two pancakes, and a heap of bacon. My eyes flit up to the hulking man, now leaning over me waiting for my seal of approval. “This is much better than the diner.”

  “Told you.” A look of pride crosses his face. “Eat up.”

  “Aren’t you going to eat?”

  “I want to see your face when you taste it.” He stares at me with hopeful eyes. Eager and excited for me to eat what he’s made me.

  “Far be it for me to deny you this pleasure,” I tease. I grab a piece of bacon, crispy and well-done. It melts in my mouth. Then I scoop up some eggs, and wash them down with a bite of golden pancake. “Holy shit, Bone.” I cover my mouth with my hand. “This is amazing.”

  “You like it.” He stands up straight—this towering nearly naked hunk of a man who just made me breakfast—brushes his hair back from his eyes, and rests his hands on his hips. His giant frame blocks the sunlight from the window lighting him from behind, casting him in shadow. From this angle he looks terrifying, big and badass. But in the light, Bone might be more of a giant teddy bear instead of the grizzly I first thought him to be.

  And I have mixed feelings about this.

  “Why do they call you Bone?” I snap another piece of bacon off between my teeth. “It can’t be your real name.”

  Bone’s full lips twist to the side before he turns away and begins preparing his own plate of food. He shrugs his strapping shoulders. “In prison.”

  “In prison…what?” I cock my head, waiting for an answer.

  “You know I was in prison, right?”

  “I do.”

  “Well, this one guy—had a lot of clout—kept trying to razz me, you know? I didn’t give in. I took a plea deal and didn’t have to do too much time, luckily. But he wouldn’t get off my ass. So, one day in the cafeteria after he’d spit on my tray—”

  “Ew.”

  “Ew is right. Spit is fucking disgusting.” For some reason this strikes me as funny coming from this gigantic dude. “Before I could stop it, I spun him around and threw an elbow into his face. Smashed his nose up pretty good.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah. Then I broke both of his arms. The guards pulled me off before I got to his legs, though.” My mouth hangs wide. Bone’s hands go to his hips. “In prison, you have to prove that you’re not afraid of anyone. Breaking that guy’s arms saved my ass in the joint, but it’s also the worst thing I’ve ever done.” He sets his plate down, sits across from me. “Or at least the most shameful.”

  I tread lightly. But I have to ask. “Worse than what you did to get in prison?”

  “Astrid, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

  “I’m not.” I say, although this recent development’s shaken me the tiniest bit.

  “I didn’t do what I went away for.”

  “And that was…?”

  “Drugs.”

  “Drugs?”

  “Selling them.” His meaty paw of a hand goes in between his pec muscles. “I’ve never done drugs except smoking weed in high school.”

  “So why did you take the fall?”

  “My sister married a rich guy. He was selling and my sister would’ve lost everything if he went to jail. So, they paid me to take the heat. It was only a couple of years. He would’ve died in prison, the little privileged prick that he is.”

  “So why’d you take the fall? The money?”

  “No, Astrid. As much as I hated the guy, I took the fall because it would’ve broken my sister’s heart.”

  “That’s intense.”

  Again, Bone shrugs and digs into his breakfast. “It all worked out okay. Things usually do.”

  My brain unhinges at this sudden burst of information. No, Bone is not like any other bad boy I’ve ever dated. He’s the ultimate bad boy with a heart of gold. My pussy clenches and I can barely contain myself from jumping on him right here and now.

 

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