So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I could run away again. It would be so easy to just get up, get Billy out of daycare, and leave. Make it so Carl couldn’t find me. But I didn’t, not only because I owed Ryan and his family so much already. To leave again so soon would be like spitting in his face.

  I just sat there at my desk, too afraid to move, too overwhelmed to make a decision. I didn’t want to keep running. Billy cried for his daddy every night at bedtime, not even having the photo in his crib anymore. But I was still terrified of Carl’s dad. Conrad tended to have that effect on people.

  I had always heard that indecision was a decision itself, and it really seemed to be true. I vowed that if Carl did come, I would go back with him to Vegas. Conrad be damned. If he didn’t come, I would take it as a sign and make the best of my new life in Austin.

  The clock ticked by at an agonizing pace until it was very close to six, which was closing time. The hands were approaching five minutes to the hour when I heard a slam that made me jump in my seat. The next thing I knew, Carl was skidding to a stop in front of me, not stopping quite right and stumbling to the floor like something out of Buster Keaton.

  “You really scared me,” he said, recovering quickly, “I went to your house and you weren’t there, and Aria wouldn’t tell me where you were. That’s a really loyal friend you’ve got there.”

  “I know,” I agreed.

  He grabbed onto the desk, staring into my face. “I couldn’t find anything, not a trace! I was looking for you, and my dad had his people on the case. Not the way you think, not at all. Like I said, he’s done with that shit. I included myself when I said he was going to leave us alone to figure it all out. He understands it has to be that way if he wants to be included as Billy’s grandpa. Otherwise, we all walk together.”

  “Seriously?” I asked, it not sounding like the Conrad I knew.

  “Yeah, I know it’s weird, right. I made it clear to Dad that he wouldn’t see Billy again if he didn’t back off, and if he went after you again, he and any goons he sent would have to go through me first.”

  “You are a good fighter,” I conceded.

  “Damn right. As anyone who tries to mess with my girl, or my baby is going to find out. Painfully I would wager.”

  My heart swelled with love for Carl. It was all I could do not to cry. He really was ready to step up and be a father to Billy and a partner to me. I wanted him so much it hurt. I doubted that Conrad would ever actually apologize to me but was willing to let that go.

  “I suppose we’d better go back to my place then,” I said, fighting back tears of joy.

  “It’s closing time,” Ryan said, coming in looking at his Rolex.

  “Hey, Mr. White,” Carl said.

  “Well, as I live and breath, Jinx Willcox, how ya been, man?”

  “Busy,” Carl admitted.

  Ryan looked at the two of us. “That’s good. You two know each other?”

  “He’s my baby daddy,” I said with a smirk.

  Ryan blinked for a second, then raised up his hands. “Congratulations!”

  “Thanks,” Carl said, as humble as I had ever seen him.

  “Shall we?” I asked, taking Carl’s arm.

  “Let’s,” my love agreed.

  “You know, you could have just called in the numbers,” Ryan joked, locking the door behind us.

  Getting our son from daycare, we put him in the car Ryan lent me — complete with car seat — and I dove us back to my apartment, nestling the tires up to the curb in my usual spot across the street from the building. I let Carl get Billy out of his car seat and take him inside.

  “You know, I nearly put monthly report duty off onto Chris. I’m happy I didn’t, though. Otherwise, I would never have found you again.”

  He then stopped in the middle of the road, looking at me with deepest, darkest concern.

  “I’m really sorry I left you like that. I have a much better idea now, not only how much it must have hurt at the time and what a shock it was to finally find me again.”

  I took his arm, putting my other hand on our son’s back. “I have a better understanding of why you did it and how much it must have hurt not to be able to be there. Now get the baby out of the middle of the road!”

  Moving like he had just woken from a dream, Carl sprinted across the street to the safety of the sidewalk.

  “Sorry!”

  “You’re forgiven,” I said, kissing both him and Billy.

  We made the best of my tiny apartment, and things felt alright again. Almost as good as they had been the morning after we had gone to Carl’s for dinner, and things had gotten carried away. Thought the thing was I was no longer sure that was the case. Maybe things had gone exactly like they were supposed to. I didn’t entirely trust Conrad but was willing to put up with that if it meant that we could be a proper family.

  Chapter Eighteen - Jinx

  The apartment was smaller than I expected, but one-bedrooms tended to be, no matter how gentrified the area was. I sat on the couch, still cradling Billy, who had been asleep when we had picked him up from daycare.

  “I think he should go to bed,” Lila said.

  “Just give him a minute,” I said.

  As though we had rehearsed it, Billy woke up and looked up at me, still blinking sleepily.

  “Daddy!” he said happily before snuggling back into my arms and going back to sleep.

  “How did you know?

  “I didn’t. I just kind of guessed.”

  “Good guess.”

  Lila showed me to the bedroom, and I put Billy down into the brand new cradle, which still had the tags on. It was okay but didn’t have nearly the same character as the one at Aria’s place.

  We just watched our son sleep for a moment, Lila hugging me from behind, her chin resting against my arm before leading me back out into the living room.

  “Promise me again that Conrad will leave us alone,” she said as we sat on the couch.

  “I promise,” I said.

  “Pinky swear?” Lila asked, extending her little finger.

  “Pinky swear,” I said, hooking my finger around hers.

  “Oh, no.”

  “What?” I asked.

  She blushed. “I just remembered the last time I made you do that.”

  “What about it?”

  “You really don’t remember?” she asked with a giggle.

  “Oh, right,” I said, my face getting noticeably warmer.

  The last time she had made me pinky swear was when we were having sex for the first time, and I promised I would be gentle.

  “You kept that promise, too,” Lila whispered, scooting closer to me.

  “Of course, I did. It was a pinky swear.”

  I reached out and started gently stroking her inner thigh, clad in a pair of black leggings. She gasped. Her surprise soon turned to what I recognized as a moan of pleasure. Scooting down a bit on the couch, Lila spread her legs, giving me easier access.

  I worked my way up her thigh and then onto her pussy, stroking her lightly through both her leggings and her panties as I kissed her gently on the neck the way I knew that she liked. I slipped my and down the front of her panties and gently massaged her pussy lips, feeling their delicious, tender heat as she moaned.

  With Lila’s help, I got her leggings and panties off and assumed the position between her thighs so I could once again taste her delicate sweetness. She moaned softly as I licked and sucked her delicious pussy, working a finger in when it seemed like she was ready. Getting a second finger in there, I started to work her lovely little pussy as I swirled my tongue hard on her clit, bringing her to a massive, shaking orgasm.

  Giving Lila time to recover after gently licking her pussy clean, I slowly got up. Keeping one hand cupped on her pussy, I maintained contact and waited patiently as she undid my pants, eventually unfurling my cock. Taking a moment just to admire it, she began to worship it with her tongue. Marking long, soft, trail
s along the hard, throbbing shaft, giving a gentle swirl around the head every so often to keep things interesting.

  After getting me ready, she dropped her entire sweet little mouth on to my cock and sucked like she was making up for lost time — most likely because she kind of was. I could certainly vouch for the fact that it was what I was doing when eating her pussy. Mostly anyway. She really did also just taste that good.

  Lila sucked hard until I filled her mouth with my cum, all of which she swallowed with a smile. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly. She returned my affections while lightly stroking my cock as I kept a finger in her pussy.

  Keeping a hold of my cock, Lila turned over, so she was on the couch on her knees. Lifting the back of her skirt with her free hand, she stroked the head of my cock against her sweet little pussy with the other. When she was ready, my love pulled me gently forward, eventually letting go of my cock, so I could take over.

  I took her by the hips and started to gently pump her, easing my massive cock in and out of her, the fit still pretty snug. Lila hummed contentedly as I moved, apparently able to feel every inch as I moved inside her.

  Slowly I started to pump a bit harder, easing Lila into it, fucking her to a screaming quivering orgasm, the sound muffled by my hand. The vibrations of her body sent me over the edge, causing me to spill my seed into her with relief. I eased gently out of her and lightly licked her pussy clean. Then I fed Lila my cock for her to do the same.

  Lila got onto her knees and turning to face me as I knelt on the cushion next to her. She not only sucked me dry but kept right on going until I gave her a second load, which she swallowed with a smile, leaning back against the couch, spent but happy.

  I sat down properly, zipping up, and pulled Lila to me, kissing her gently on the top of her head. She sighed and snuggled closer to me.

  “That was amazing,” my love said, smiling beatifically.

  “Agreed,” I agreed, as though there was any argument on the matter, “then again, make-up sex usually is.”

  “Make-up sex?” Lila asked.

  “I suppose. Though I guess we didn’t really have a problem. Before you left anyway. This was more like reunion sex. Which might be even better than make-up sex. Turns out there is something better than make-up sex,” I theorized.

  “Well, whatever you call it, it was awesome, and I hoped we can enjoy it for a bit longer.”

  “Sure, how about now?” I suggested.

  “I’d love to, but I need a bit more time. You fucked my pussy good, and I’m still tingling,” she admitted.

  “A mixed compliment, but thanks just the same.”

  “It’s what you’re getting,” Lila laughed.

  I kissed her again, Lila reciprocating with equal passion. There was no doubt about it. We were back together. Then and forever.

  “I love you, baby,” I said, holding her tight.

  “I love you too, honey.”

  “May I ask you a question?” I asked.

  “Of course,” she said.

  “Will you marry me?”

  “What?” Lila asked, sitting up so she could see me.

  “Will you marry me?” I repeated.

  She pulled her hands up to her mouth. “Don’t tease me. I can’t handle it.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not. I love you. I want to be Billy’s daddy and for you to be my wife.”

  “Yes!” Lila cried, almost jumping back into my arms.

  Suddenly everything was right with the world, and my luck had finally changed. In fact, I was the luckiest man in the whole world.

  Epilogue - Lila

  I always thought Spring weddings were a bit cliché. That was until I had one, and then I saw how beautiful they could be. It was late March, and the flowers were already out. We opted for an outdoor wedding, the potential argument about which church to hold the ceremony too much for either of us to bear. The debate about what kind of authority to have preside easily solved by the hiring of a Justice of the Peace. It would have been a sea captain to make things really interesting, but Carl got seasick.

  We were back in Vegas, having found a pet-friendly house where we could have Lucky, and Billy could have his own room. As soon as we had moved in, Aria came over with the crib, complete with the photo of Carl. There had been some awkwardness at first but when she was convinced that we really were happy together and everything was fine, my friend lightened up a lot. I don’t think it was ever Carl she was mad at so much as his dad — a sentiment Carl seemed to share.

  I didn’t really have much family left, so my side was filled mostly by Aria and her family, including Irene, her brother, Ryan, and his wife and their baby. It was kind of nice that Billy wouldn’t be the only kid at the wedding.

  I was so happy to be getting married but also dreaded the possibility of seeing Conrad again. He would be there, of course, along with his young bride. Though to be fair, he had kept his promise to stay out of our lives and hadn’t even made any hints about wanting to see Billy as his grandad in the six weeks since we got back into town. Every aspect of the wedding had been decided on free of his influence, at least for the most part. It felt oddly liberating.

  I pushed the negative thoughts aside and got ready to walk down the aisle. The Bridal March was rearing up on the accordion played by Carl’s second cousin. We wanted an organ, but the logistics just wouldn’t allow for it. None the less, I was just happy to be walking down the aisle toward Carl who was holding our little Billy, decked out in an adorable baby tux. Lucky following close behind me as the Ring-bearer. Wearing a darling doggie tux, he carried our rings in a basket in his mouth. It really was a thing to behold.

  I got up under the flower arch, and we turned toward the Justice to get things rolling, Lucky sitting down obediently by my side. We said our vows, which we wrote ourselves and exchanged rings, adding an Irish wedding ring to the blue diamond Carl had surprised me with a few weeks before. My love said it would make things feel more official.

  The fact that he was willing to get married at all, marriage after all being a legal contract encouraged by the government for taxation and population purposes, was a massive step for him. The Carl Willcox I had known in high school likely wouldn’t have been able to stand in front of a Justice of any description without at least trying to head-butt him.

  The delightful glow stayed with me as I walked the aisle again, this time as Carl’s wife, holding his hand as he held our beautiful baby, our cute little dog scampering close behind. It really felt like we were finally a proper family.

  The reception was at a nearby restaurant. Ryan had rented out the place, having both the money and power to do such a thing, even in a city where he didn’t live. Not that I was complaining. The restaurant was beautiful and had been decorated perfectly. There’ wasn’t a single petal of a single flower I would have changed for anything.

  Then it came. The moment I had been quietly dreading since we started planning the wedding. The father-daughter dance. My father wasn’t around anymore, and he and Conrad had been really good friends for years. Besides which Conrad was my newly minted father-in-law, so it only stood to reason. Though, if I was honest, having a mother-in-law who was younger than me was a bit weird.

  Conrad came over to the table with none of the arrogance I had come to expect from him.

  “May I have this dance?” he asked, bowing deep.

  I really didn’t want to but decided it would be good to make an effort for Carl and Billy’s sake.

  “I’m really sorry about that whole mess. My ego can get away from me sometimes. I considered Billy my last link to Carl and was terrified to lose that.”

  I knew I should have said something but was absolutely speechless. Conrad had truly struck me silent with his genuinely humble apology.

  “Not that you let me get away with it, of course, mama bear. I really respect the way you protected your son like that, at such great cost to yourself. More than I ever did f
or Carl. I swear I’m no longer a threat to your family’s happiness.”

  I felt a lot better about the whole situation, my lingering fear of Conrad being the last shadow on my life with Carl.

  “You should have more children,” I suggested.

  I couldn’t help but notice the slight hint of pain in his expression. He tried to hide it, but it was too late. I had seen it and already felt bad.

  “Would if we could, my dear. Though Malina and I are discussing adoption. So Billy might still be an uncle, after all.”

  “That would actually be really cool,” I said encouragingly.

  No sooner had I sat down than the string quartet kicked into a slightly surreal, symphonic rendition of “Josie.” Taking Billy with us, we swirled and danced around the dance floor, Lucky bouncing around our legs, not to be left out of the fun.

  We went a bit too hard, and I actually collapsed against Carl, laughing as he held me. Recovering my balance, if not my dignity, we kissed tenderly, and my world was all him in that moment.

  “Are you happy?” he asked.

  “Yes, more than I can say. Are you?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Pinky promise?” I asked, knowing full well where it might lead.

  “Pinky promise,” he said, hooking my pinky and pulling him towards him again, kissing me passionately with lots of tongue.

  We were both more than ready to start off our honeymoon. Leaving Billy with Irene and Aria and Lucky with Chris, we took a limo to the hotel. We already checked in and had our room key, just in case we ended up in just such a situation.

  Somehow managing to get the key card into the slot while also carrying me, Carl whisked me over to the bed like a fairy tale prince laying me down gently.

  “Turn over, sweetness.”

  I obeyed him immediately flipping over onto my belly, realizing that the dress was held on with clasps on the back, which Carl had undone as quickly as running a scale on a piano. I could feel the cool air on my lower back, which made me sigh with relief. The Dress was beautiful but wasn’t the most comfortable thing I had ever even worn in my life. An issue quickly rectified by Carl’s skilled hands, leaving me in only my panties, stockings, garter, and shoes.