Kissing the Bad Boy

by Winter Travers

  To me it sounded like it was ready for the radio.

  He turned up the volume on the phone and dropped it on the coffee table. “It actually sounds like shit.” He twisted back to face me with a grimace on his face. “I regret playing this for you.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “It is not shit at all.” I listened to it for a couple of seconds. “I can’t believe this is you.”

  He tilted his head to the side. “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

  “You talking is different than you singing.” And I sounded like an idiot now. “I just mean I’ve never heard you sing before.” My cheeks heated and I knew I was a blazing shade of red.

  “Uh, yeah, Vixen. It would be a little bit weird to go around singing all of the time.” There was that sexy as hell smirk.

  I fought the urge to close my eyes to resist his gorgeousness. “Your voice is nice and so is your other voice.”

  “Vixen,” he chuckled. “You might want to start over, though you are doing a bang up job of distracting me from the fact the song blows.”

  “I’m trying to say it sounds amazing and if it were me singing it would sound like a dying camel.”

  “Camel?” he laughed. “Pretty sure I’ve never had the honor of hearing that sound before. Maybe you could demonstrate that for me.”

  “Never gonna happen. I don’t want you to go deaf.” I slapped him on the chest and he grabbed my hand.

  He pulled me a step closer, and my feet bumped his. “But a camel, really?”

  He wasn’t going to let me live this down. “A cow would be a better representation.”

  “From a camel to a cow.” He shook his head and chuckled. “You got a way with words, Vixen.”

  “Pretty sure you are the one who is supposed to be good with words, not me.”

  His arm snaked around my middle and pulled me flush against his body. I wasn’t sure how we had got in this position, but I wasn’t going to protest. “I was the one who told you that you smelled like a fruit bowl last night, remember? My job might be on the line if I keep coming up with gems like that.” He brushed my hair back from my face and his thumb trailed down my cheek.

  “What are we doing?” I whispered.

  “I’ve wanted to touch you since you fell on your ass in the bathroom.”

  I gulped and focused over his shoulder. “There are those brilliant words of yours again.” Wooing a girl by reminding her of the time she fell on her butt was a thing only Harrison could do. “Maybe it’s your suave delivery that makes the words better.”

  “You may be right, Vixen.”

  My eyes locked with his. “Deep, gravely when you talk and growly rumble when you sing. Totally works for you.”

  “If that’s what you think. Never really thought if it that way before.”

  “I’m not really sure what to think right now.” I sighed and leaned close. “So what happens next?”

  “I’m more the kind of guy who lives in the now.” His voice lowered and his hand cupped my cheek. “Right now I want to kiss you.”

  “A kiss?” I squeaked.

  “Yeah, Vixen.”

  I licked my lips and struggled to breathe. Holy hell. Rockstar Harrison Peck wanted to kiss me. I was totally going to have to Google him to tomorrow. “I guess that would be okay?”

  He chuckled. “Promise to make it more than okay, Vixen.” Harrison closed the distance between us, and I leaned up to him as he came down.

  My body was pressed close against him, and I wound my arms around his neck. His lips brushed against mine, and I sighed into his touch. His lips moved against mine, and if I hadn’t already been putty in this man’s arms, I was completely under his spell now.

  His arms pulled me tight, and his hands splayed over my body. I delved my fingers into the back of his hair and held on tight while he gave me the kiss to end all kisses.

  “Damn, Vixen. You are living up to the nickname I gave you,” he whispered against my lips.

  “I didn’t do anything.”

  He chuckled and pressed a quick kiss against my lips. “That right there is dangerous. You don’t even know what you are doing to me.” He took a step back, the warmth of his body leaving me. His hand trailed down my arm and he threaded his fingers with mine. “Let’s watch a movie, Vixen.”

  “Huh?” I mumbled. I had just had the best kiss if my life and now he wants to go back to watching a movie. There wasn’t any way for me to act like that didn’t happen.

  Harrison sat down in the same spot he had been sitting in before, but instead of me moving to the other side of the couch, he pulled me down next to him. He draped his arm over my shoulders and me tight against his side. “You good with this?”

  I was more than good with it, but my brain was in a fog and I couldn’t string more than three words together to make a sentence. “This good.” I sounded like a caveman.

  He chuckled and pointed the remote at the TV. “It’s more than good for me.”

  I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed. I wasn’t quite sure how we had gone from eating ice cream, to kissing, and then to watching a movie.

  But sometimes it didn’t matter how you got somewhere, all that mattered was you got there.

  That’s what I was going to go with right now because I didn’t have enough functioning brain cells after the kiss Harrison had given me.

  I was blissfully in a Harrison fog, and I didn’t want to surface for a dose of reality.

  *

  Chapter Eleven

  Harrison

  Off the charts kiss

  “Just one more.”

  Her lips lightly brushed against mine and my hand splayed across the top of her ass. “You’re really demanding in the morning,” she mumbled.

  “Just wanted one more before I left.”

  “You act like you’re going off to war,” she giggled.

  “Just the studio which can feel like a battlefield some days.”

  After the off the charts kiss in the living room, Ruby and I had fallen asleep on the couch and again I woke up to her in my arms.

  Except this time she didn’t sneak away when she woke up. This time I got a sweet morning kiss that rivaled our previous kiss. Though it seemed that each kiss she gave me was better than the last.

  “What do you want for dinner tonight?” she asked.

  “Doesn’t matter to me. Life on the road has taught me to eat whatever is put in front of me.”

  She laid her hand on my chest and tipped her head back to look up at me. “And here I thought life on the road was all sex, drugs, and rock & roll.”

  “Told ya, Vixen. I’m only into two of those things.” Drugs were something I thankfully never got into. I had seen too many friends and musicians lose it all for their next high. The Wild Preacher’s Club were about making it to the top and staying there.

  “So I should just say sex and rock & roll then?”

  I brushed a piece of hair back from her cheek. “Yeah, but you might need to help me with one of those?”

  “Did you just slyly proposition me?” she laughed.

  “Hey, I thought that was damn smooth.”

  “Fruit bowl, Harrison. Fruit bowl.”

  “I feel like you doubt my prowess as a songwriter.”

  She patted her hand on my chest. “Just keep writing songs like you played me last night, or you might end up living on Jonas’s couch forever.”

  “Have a little faith, Vixen.” My written word was a little better than my spoken word. At least that was what I thought.

  “Same time tonight?” she asked.

  “Might be a little bit earlier.” I pulled out my phone. “Give me your number. I can keep you updated throughout the day.”

  She fanned her face with her hand. “Harrison Peck just asked me for my phone number.”

  “You’re such a smartass, Vixen.” I shook my head and entered her number as she rattled it off.

  “Just be warned, I do plan on Googling you today.”


  “You do that with all of the guys you kiss?” I shoved my phone back in my pocket and pulled her close.

  “Only the rock stars.”

  Such a smartass, but I knew she wouldn’t have any problem keeping me grounded. “So you’re saying I’m not your first rocker?”

  “Rock star,” she corrected. “And you are lucky number one.”

  “Don’t add the star to it just yet, Vixen. This album is going to make or break the Wild Preacher’s Club.”

  “If the rest of your songs are like the one you played for me last night, then I know you’re gonna be a rock star.”

  “You flatter me, Vixen. But that song was shit. It needs to be reworked.”

  She shook her head. “I disagree, but you are the expert.”

  “Maybe I’ll let you listen to the other song we are working on.”

  Her eyes lit up and she nodded her head. “Yes, totally.”

  “I’ll let you know when I’ll be home and maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you listen to what we have.” I brushed another kiss to her lips, unable to get enough of her, and stepped away. “I’ll see ya later, Vixen.”

  Ruby grunted unhappily and folded her arms over her chest. “You only get dinner if you bring home music for me to listen to.”

  “Harsh.” I picked up my guitar and put my hand on the door handle. “I’ll see what I can do to make it happen.” I pulled open the door and stepped into the hallway.

  “Later, Rockstar,” she called before the door shut.

  I had never been comfortable with being called a rockstar or anything to that equivalent, but when Ruby did it I was okay with it. She didn’t mean it sarcastically. She said it as if she believed it.

  Last night I hadn’t expected to kiss Ruby, but it had happened.

  It felt right, and there was no way I was going to feel guilty about it.

  The same went for the morning kiss, the kiss by the stove, and then of course the ten minute goodbye we just had.

  No guilt at all because it felt fucking amazing.

  Never had I ever left a woman counting down the minutes until I would see them again. Things were different with Ruby, and I fucking liked it.

  *

  Chapter Twelve

  Ruby

  …hot water?

  I rolled my shoulders and rested my head on the couch.

  I had been working long hours and it was starting to catch up with me. A break for lunch and two potty breaks for Mookie were about the only time I stopped working long enough to relax. Having Harrison come home from the studio around eight every night was the perfect reason to stop working. For more than one reason.

  Have you ever been in a situation, but you didn’t know how you got in that situation?

  How did I end up with a rock star sleeping on my couch and kissing me goodbye in the morning? Never mind the explosive kisses he gave when he came home from the studio.

  It had been a week since Harrison had kissed me, and since then he hadn’t stopped kissing me. Not that I was complaining or anything.

  I just didn’t get how a lonely computer geek like me managed to wind up kissing a rock star.

  A bad boy in every sense of the word.

  The geek and the rock star.

  We were quite the combination.

  My phone dinged next to me, and I knew it was Harrison without even having to look at it. He texted me this time every day.

  On the way home.

  My heart skipped a beat at the words.

  Okay. Gonna hop in the shower.

  His text was the same as any other day, but today my reply was different because we weren’t going to be staying at the apartment.

  Harrison and the band had booked a last minute gig the day before Christmas Eve, and he asked me to come watch him.

  Save some hot water for me.

  I dropped my phone on the couch and sprinted to the bathroom. Mookie followed on my heels and plopped down in the doorway of the bathroom while I turned on the hot water. “You stand guard, big guy,” I mumbled while I took my clothes off. I had about twenty minutes until Harrison would be here.

  Twenty minutes until he kissed me hello.

  My body shivered at the thought, and I stepped into the shower to cool off. Cooler showers had become a thing with Harrison around. His heated looks and hot kisses drove me crazy.

  We talked at night while we watched a movie and I felt like I knew him better than anyone ever had.

  His dad and uncles were all preachers. His parents hated that he was in a band. His brother and three cousins were part of the band. He hated olives. His favorite ice cream was vanilla. He was only into sex and rock & roll, not the drugs. Thank God for that.

  Though he hadn’t gotten to the sex part with me. And let me tell you, he had every opportunity to get to the sex part.

  His kisses told me that he wanted me, but he hadn’t pushed us that far yet.

  Maybe I needed to be the one to take that next step.

  Don’t get me wrong, we had quite a few heated sessions on the couch at night, but he always seemed to stop himself before things went too far.

  I quickly washed my body then lathered up my hair.

  Did Harrison Peck really want me, or was I just simply something to occupy his nights?

  The thought ran through my mind while I rinsed my hair.

  “Ruby?”

  I jumped at his voice but managed not to fall this time. “Uh, yeah?”

  “You about done?”

  I could tell he was standing at the bathroom door petting Mookie. Mookie’s nails click clacked on the tile as he danced around for Harrison to pet him. “Just a few more minutes,” I called.

  “You leaving me any hot water?”

  “Why don’t you come in and find out?” The words were out of my mouth before I had a second to think about them. I couldn’t take them back.

  I didn’t want to take them back though.

  I held my breath waiting for his reply, but one didn’t come. At least the answer didn’t come from his mouth.

  The shower curtain moved back, and Harrison stood there gloriously naked. “Move it over, Vixen.”

  I wordlessly stepped back and away from the water. Harrison slipped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him.

  I watched the water wash over his chest as he faced me and leaned back to wet his dark hair under the stream of water.

  “Enjoying the show, Vixen?”

  I had a witting comeback but I couldn’t get the words from my brain to my mouth. Harrison had rendered me speechless yet again.

  He reached for me, took a step toward me, and wrapped me in his arms. “Trying to take things slow with you, Ruby, but when you invite me to shower with you even I can’t resist that. Offering food to a starving man.”

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and sighed. “Guess I’m not really into slow when it comes to you.”

  “Thank fucking Christ.” His fingers delved into my hair, and he tugged my head back. His lips connected with mine, and he gave me my kiss I waited all day for.

  His hand stayed in my hair, but his other hand glided down my side and cupped my ass. He pulled me close and I sighed into his touch. This was what I had been wanting. I could only kiss Harrison Peck so many times before I started wanting more.

  “Want you, Vixen. Want you so fucking bad. I can barely think about anything else but you when I’m not with you.”

  “Same,” I gasped.

  He turned us so my back was against the wall of the shower and my hands explored his body. His wet, slick skin felt like velvet beneath my fingers. “I’m not gonna be able to stop, Ruby. I can’t stop until I know what every inch of you feels like.”

  “I never told you to stop,” I whispered.

  His lips pressed kisses over my cheek and down my neck. “I was trying that gentleman thing with you. Restraint.”

  “Yeah, that was nice the last week, but I’m gonna need you to knock that off right now.”

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nbsp; He chuckled next to my ear. “You got it, Vixen.” Both of his hands gripped my butt. “Now wrap your legs around me and hold the fuck on.”

  He lifted me up and pressed my back against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist and we fit together like two puzzle pieces made for each other. I rested my arms on his shoulders, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts towards him, and my head fell back. Whatever Harrison wanted to do to me he could. I was his for the taking.

  “You ready for me?”

  I nodded my head. I was ready for him from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep.

  His rock hard dick was nestled against my pussy and I ground against him. “More than ready,” I whispered.

  “How’d I get so lucky to find you, Vixen?”

  I ran my fingers through his wet hair and smiled. “Not sure, but I’m glad you did.”

  “Me too,” he whispered.

  He slowly entered me and I closed my eyes.

  “Holy fuck that is good,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  Harrison kissed me long and deep, his dick firmly planted inside me.

  My hands delved into his hair as he slowly pulled out and lazily kissed me. “Made for me,” he said against my lips.

  I had to agree with that.

  Harrison Peck was exactly what I had been missing all of my life.

  “Fast,” I whispered.

  His hand glided over my breast, tweaking my nipple, then traveled down my body further. His fingers found my clit and I arched my back against the wall. “Oh my God,” I gasped.

  “Find it, vixen,” he growled.

  He thrust hard and deep while his fingers drove me to the edge of ecstasy and held me there.

  “Harrison,” I gasped. “Please.” I wasn’t going to last much longer. The combination of naked, wet Harrison and his fingers was too much too take.

  My orgasm crashed over me and he groaned my name as he continued to thrust and empty his balls deep inside me.

  “Holy fuck, Ruby,” he gasped into my ear. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Agreed,” I whispered.