Boys That Tease: A Bully Romance (Lords Of Wildwood Book 1)

by Betti Rosewood

  The bride wore a Badgley Mischka dress, while the groom donned Burberry for the ceremony that is rumored to have cost over half a million dollars. It’s not like the lovebirds can’t afford it! With Millenial Butterfly’s worth being estimated at over twenty million dollars, and Tinsley’s acting career taking off, we only have one thing to say to the happy couple…

  IS IT TRUE??

  The rumors that Tinsley is expecting have become even more rampant as pictures of the bride emerged on social media, showing a tiny bump on Tinsley’s slim figure.

  Mrs Dalton, we’re waiting for the announcement with bated breath…

  My hand flew to my stomach when I finished the article, my heartbeat speeding up. I glanced over my shoulder to where Crispin was soundly asleep in the four-poster bed, grinning to myself and knowing it was finally time to come out with the truth.

  I had known for a few weeks, having found out when the wedding preparations were in full force, and my dress wouldn’t close in the back. My seamstress freaked out but seemed to realize exactly what the problem was moments before I did. A pregnancy test confirmed it, and a doctor’s visit I’d made in secret gave me the final verdict – yes, I was pregnant! Pregnant with Crispin Dalton’s child weeks before the wedding itself.

  It was torture hiding it from Crispin, but I wanted to surprise him with the news during our honeymoon on Bali. Now it seemed like I barely had any time left before the tabloids plastered it all over the media. And I wanted Crispin to find out from me.

  I got back in bed next to me, and he muttered my name in his sleep, pulling me tightly against his chest. I inhaled his familiar scent – apples, always those apples – and settled into his arms as he slowly opened his eyes, grinning when he saw me lying there.

  “Good morning, crybaby,” he said, touching my hair gently. It had been years since my lilac-haired phase, and I’d worn a brown wig for the movie shoot, but now I was back to my natural blonde, feeling like myself once again.

  “Good morning,” I whispered. “Ready for another day in paradise?”

  “Every day with you is paradise.” His words made me blush, and he pulled me tighter against him, making me get on top of him and giggle as I straddled him. “Got time for a morning quickie?”

  “Maybe,” I drawled out, but a moment later, I was beneath him, and he was pushing away the fabric of my white lace babydoll, uncovering inch after inch of pale skin.

  “My pretty girl,” he whispered as he rained kisses over my skin, from my swollen navel to my pussy that was already getting wet for him, always so eager for his touch. “I can’t get enough of you…”

  I let out a moan when his lips landed between my legs, insistently kissing me, spreading me open until I was lying on my back, legs open and eyes begging for more.

  “I have something to tell you,” I whispered while he gripped my thighs.

  “It’s gonna have to wait, Tins,” he muttered against my skin. “I need a taste of you first.”

  My back arched as he kept kissing me, licking my hot center and reminding me how amazing he was at making me feel things nobody had ever made me feel before. He was my one and only – the only one I’d been with, and the one I knew I’d spend the rest of my life with. And now I was carrying his baby – the baby that would change everything, bring us even closer together.

  I felt myself shivering as he licked and nibbled at me insistently, bringing me closer and closer to an inevitable orgasm. My hands flew to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as he kissed me closer and closer to my sensitive clit. Moments later, his lips wrapped over it, sucking, teasing and making me moan so loudly I had to cover my mouth.

  “Hands off,” he reminded me with a wicked grin. “No one’s going to hear you, Tins.”

  He was right. We were inside a beach villa on the sea that was isolated from the rest of the hotel. We had the world to ourselves… at least for another week, until we had to come back from the honeymoon. Once the world found out about the news I was about to share with Crispin, things were going to get crazy.

  He teased me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge with his tongue until my fingers finally wrapped in his hair, and I held onto him while moaning loudly, desperate for him to give me so much more. And he delivered, burying his head between my legs until I finally came, and he tasted every drop of my arousal, filling his mouth with it.

  A moment later, he retreated, and I sighed contentedly, closing my legs. But he parted them again, giving me a wicked grin as he muttered, “I’m not done with you just yet, Tins.”

  He got on top of me, covering us with the white sheet and showing me a world where nothing existed but us – and the tiny baby in my belly, the one he didn’t know about just yet.

  I watched him grip his cock, strong fingers wrapping around his girth and placing the tip gently at my entrance, nudging me with it.

  “Tell me you want it,” he said, and I shivered beneath his watchful gaze.

  “I want it,” I whispered. “Please, Crispin, let me have it.”

  We locked eyes, and I was reminded of our first time together – the first time he pushed inside me and took my virginity, making me his one and only then, now and forever.

  He slipped inside me the next second, his cock filling me up like nothing ever had before, and I moaned at the feeling of him throbbing deep inside me.

  “You like that, don’t you, crybaby?” he asked hoarsely, and I nodded beneath him as he drove himself inside me again and again, gently, but insistently. “Tell me how much you love having my cock stretch you.”

  “I love it,” I managed. “I love having you inside me, I love it when you fuck me, please don’t stop.”

  “We’re not fucking now, Tins,” he warned with a twinkle in his eye. “This is making love, pure and simple…”

  And for the next hour, that was exactly what we did. He held me in his arms as if I were a piece of priceless art, driving into me with gentle force that sent my world spinning on its axis. He pushed in, pulled back out, again and again until I was begging for it, to feel his cock burst deep inside me and fill me with the seed that had already taken in my belly.

  “Make love to me,” I begged him. “More love. I need more love. More of you. More of this.”

  “Your wish is my command, Tinsley,” he whispered in my ear. “But I need to hold back… I’m so fucking close to bursting inside you, crybaby.”

  “Do it,” I begged him.

  “But what if…” He bit his bottom lip, his eyes making contact with mine. “What if I…”

  The words remained unspoken between us, and I asked, “What if you what?”

  “Put a baby in here,” he groaned, running his fingers over my navel. “What then?”

  “Would that be so bad?” I whispered.

  “No,” he shook his head, letting out a laugh. “Fuck no, crybaby. It would be goddamn amazing.”

  “So do it,” I insisted, and he grabbed me by the ass, holding me up in a position that made him go so much deeper I moaned as I felt him hitting the walls deep within me. “God, Crispin, don’t torture me, please, just please…. Keep fucking going.”

  “Fuck,” he grunted, driving deeper inside me and finally staying still for a second as I felt his cock throb inside me, leaking slowly and filling me up with his cum. “You drive me goddamn crazy, Tinsley Dalton.”

  My new name sounded so good coming from his lips. As I arched my back to bring more pleasure to us both, my orgasm took me by surprise, making me see fireworks exploding in front of my eyes as he emptied himself inside me. We looked into one another’s eyes, and he held me tightly as he filled me up, and my pussy took every drop of him.

  He didn’t pull out, instead cradling me in his arms and holding me as close as he possibly could. I pushed the sheet off us, the bright day outside making me squint against the sunlight.

  “That was… perfect,” Crispin admitted, his hand coming to rest protectively over my stomach. “I… I almost hope that
we…”

  I waited for him to go on, but he just stared at me intently until I giggled, whispering, “Do you want to know a secret?”

  “Always, crybaby.”

  I touched his hand, guiding it over my navel again and again, making him feel the gentle swell of my stomach. “Feel that?”

  “Your skin? Your soft, perfect skin…”

  “Will you still love me when it’s stretched out and marked?”

  He gave me a confused look, muttering, “What do you mean?”

  “I’m pregnant,” I admitted, my voice breaking over the words. “Just over two months…”

  The look of joy that overtook his face made my heart sing. He whooped, grabbed me ever so gently and pulled me against him. As his cock slipped out of me, he held on tighter, holding me so very close it was like we were one being, one soul breathing, living, existing only for one another.

  “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, his voice shaky with emotion.

  “Yeah,” I giggled. “You are.”

  He buried his face in my side, and I felt his tears slipping down my skin a moment later. “Crispin, are you okay? Are you… crying?”

  “I…” he looked up at me, his eyes heavy with tears and his expression filled with joy. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. After I lost my family, after Mom took India away, this… this is everything I’d ever hoped for. I love you, Tinsley Dalton.”

  “And I love you,” I whispered, gently touching my fingertips to the stubble on his cheek. A lot had changed in the past eight years, but beneath the rugged exterior, Crispin Dalton was still the boy who bullied me the first day of school, the one who pulled on my hair and played pranks on me, and in the end, the one who made me the happiest girl in the world. “Now, and forever.”

  “If you’ll have me,” he finished for me, pulling me in for another kiss.

  I could feel him smiling against my lips, and just like that, I knew our happily ever after wasn’t just waiting for us, but it had finally arrived.

  The End.

  Haven’t had enough of Wildwood Academy and its students? Lords of Wildwood continues in Book 2, Boys That Read, coming in 2019. It involves a ripped nerdy boy and our very own Homecoming Queen… Don’t forget to add it to your Goodreads TBR!

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  The second book in the Lords of Wildwood series features the prom queen that we all love to hate, Estella Hawthorne, and the ripped geek who stole her heart. This is a boyfriend’s brother forbidden romance you don’t want to miss!

  Sitting on Estella Hawthorne’s bed in her perfect, pretty pink room, was the first time I wished I’d been born a heartbreaker. As she cried fat, salty tears over my brother, I wanted with every fiber in my body to be the boy who’d made her cry.

  My hands formed fists in my lap, and I struggled with the inner desire to tell her how I really felt. The words were ready to slip out, sick of being carried next to my heart and ready to burst into the open.

  “I don’t want it to be over,” she whispered, and I felt a chill go down my spine. “I don’t want him to end things, not like this, not yet.”

  And instead of asking her what she wanted, I stayed quiet, and offered her a Kleenex, knowing I could solve things. Knowing I could be the man to hold her hand and carry her baggage and love her for everything she was, every part of her my brother never even got to see. And I also knew she was never going to let me do that.

  “I love you, Estella.” I couldn’t stop them anymore. Couldn’t fight my own feelings off for another second, my relationship with her ex-boyfriend forgotten, because she made me a weak, selfish jerk who didn’t care about anybody or anything other than the painfully beautiful girl in front of me. “You know that, don’t you?”

  She raised her eyes to mine.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “No?” I repeated. “You don’t know I love you?”

  “You don’t love me.” She laughed, a bitter little sound. “Nobody loves me. Not even your brother.”

  And there it was again, the wedge between us, the boy who had stolen her from me not once, but every single fucking time he showed up. Because she was going to choose him over me, time and time again. The better brother. The more handsome Earnshaw. The boy who already had it all.

  “You’re too good for me,” she went on. “You always have been.”

  “Estella…”

  “You need to go.” She dabbed at her eyes, her hands shaky and her movements jerky. “I want to be alone. I can’t be around you right now.”

  “Why not?”

  “Why do you think?” she screamed, tearing at her hair as she got off the bed, pacing the room. “Because my dad is going to kill me. Because your brother is going to kill you. Because we both know we can never, ever be together.”

  I got up, walking to her and gently touching my fingers to her forearm. She flinched when I touched her.

  “I know who you are, Stells,” I whispered. “Beneath this fucking… hard exterior. Beneath the lies. Beneath the bullshit. I see the broken, beautiful girl only one thing can fix.”

  “What thing?”

  “The way I feel for you.” I took her hand and held it over my chest where my heart was pumping wildly. “I can fix you, little star. I can make it all better.”

  And for a moment, as she stared into my eyes, wanting to take me up on the offer, I believed we’d get out of this mess broken, but together. That is, until she spoke up again.

  “You can’t. Nobody can.”

  “Let me. Please, Estella. Let me fix you. I love you. I love you more than he ever will.”

  “Why would you love me?” She was hiccupping in tune with the words, breathless, broken and more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. “Why would anybody love me? I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to feel wanted. I don’t deserve to be loved.”

  “No, you don’t,” I muttered, my fingertips finding their way to her cheek, gently touching the soft skin there. “But I can’t fucking help how I feel, can I?”

  “You don’t love me,” she said again, shaking her head with conviction I didn’t understand. “Nobody ever has.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. And one day, you’re going to see that. One day, you’ll open your eyes and realize we belong together. Until then, little star… I’ll be waiting for you.”

  To be continued…

  Acknowledgments

  Let me tell you a story about the very first book I wrote.

  It was a new adult high school romance about a damaged young girl. I sent it to over 20 book agents, trying to find representation. I was seventeen years old. Every negative answer I got was like a stab in the heart. The reasons for that dreaded no kept piling up—it was too sexy for the genre, too mysterious, the hero was unlikeable, a real a-hole.

  So, for years, I pushed the book to the side, telling myself it just wasn’t a marketable idea, and I needed to focus on something, anything else that would be more profitable.

  Fast forward to today, almost eleven years in the future. I’m writing trendy, to-market books that sell well, but that desire, that need, to write what I really want, has never really gone away.

  One day in January 2019, I just snapped. I told myself I’d have a fresh start, and this time, I was going to stay true to my stories from the get-go. The id
ea for Lords of Wildwood was born. I wrote the prologue. Wrote a second version of the prologue. I wrote the first sex scene. I wrote three versions of the first kiss, too many versions to count of the actual book. I decided not to release this baby into the wild until it was up to my standards, so I kept working on it, writing, plotting, creating a world I found myself obsessed with.

  I have fallen in love with stories before, but it has never been like this. Falling in love with Boys That Tease was a low, slow-burning desire to finish, to keep living in this world, to show you Crispin and Tinsley’s vulnerabilities, to take your hand and show you Wildwood the way it exists in my mind. I can only hope I have done this world justice. But there is one thing I know—as you read these words, I’m smiling somewhere in beautiful Slovenia, because you know what? I DID IT! I published my dream book!

  My work wouldn’t have been possible without the following rockstars…

  My team—Maiwenn, Vicki, Sam, Gemma, my editor, Stephie—all an integral part of my process and all the best cheerleaders I have ever met. Thank you for always encouraging me!

  My street team with Genevieve, Gladys, Amy, Andrea, Aliana, and so many more—I see everything you ladies do purely because you LOVE books, and I am immensely thankful to have you in my life.

  A MASSIVE thank you to Louisa Maggio, the creator of the cover for this book who blew me away not only with her talent, but her kindness and genuine excitement about the story and the cover. Thank you!

  My family—Mom and Dad, and the friends I’ve met on this journey.

  T—always and forever, for never doubting me, for holding my hand, for pushing me forward, for telling me you hated draft #4 with a burning passion, and telling me you loved draft #7, giving it your seal of approval. You believed in me from the moment we met. When I told you I was going to be a writer; you had no doubts about our future. And here we are…living our dreams one day at a time.