The Brody Bunch Collection: Bad Boy Romance

by Sienna Valentine

  “Well good morning to you, too,” he said.

  “Is it morning?” I asked.

  “I have no idea, actually.” Wyatt half rolled and reached a hand down to the floor, bringing his phone back up to glance at it before dropping it again. “Yep, definitely morning,” he announced as he turned back and kissed me again. I let my lips linger on his again, reveling in the delightful feeling of his arousal brushing against my stomach in response.

  I touched it lightly with my fingers and Wyatt groaned into my mouth.

  “Careful with that,” he warned with a smile. “The more attention you give it, the more it’s gonna want.”

  “Maybe I’d like to give it some more attention,” I laughed, running my tongue along his lips as a reminder of what I’d done the night before.

  “Oh really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  My hand closed on his length, my fingertips just barely touching my thumb. How had I fit something that size inside of me? I wondered. The thought didn’t stop me from being excited to try it again, though. “Get on your back and I’ll prove it,” I challenged, pushing myself up onto and elbow in order to sit up and climb on top of him.

  “Whoa, there,” Wyatt laughed. “How about we try something different this time. Here, you lie down.”

  I looked at him and smiled, happy to learn something new, especially if it meant feeling him inside of me again. “On your stomach, though,” he said, just as I was laying back down onto the couch.

  This time I raised an eyebrow of my own. “I thought we were going to have sex again?”

  “Trust me,” he smiled.

  As he hadn’t let me down yet, I did as he asked and rolled over. I was so excited and curious about what he had in mind that I wasn’t even embarrassed by my nudity or that he would be looking at my behind.

  “You have an amazing ass,” he said, and then I felt his hands on it. He touched me gently at first, but then began to rub and massage.

  “Mmm,” I purred. His warm hands felt divine against my skin. He continued to knead my behind like fresh made dough, his fingers working deep into my muscles. Then he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. As he did, I felt the hot hardness of his cock pressing against the back of my thigh and another purring sound escaped my throat. As much as I enjoyed taking control last night, taking the lead and deciding what we were doing and how fast we were going to do it, I was very much looking forward to letting Wyatt take control this morning.

  His lips pressed against my back as he nuzzled under my long hair. He seemed to be an expert in finding all of the sensitive spots on my body that I hadn’t even known existed. Each kiss caused a new shiver of pleasure to run through me.

  One of his hands slid up the side of my body, grazing along the edge of my breast while the other continued to rub my butt. Now, however, it had slipped lower as he pressed between the cheeks and forward until he discovered how warm and wet I already was.

  “Someone’s ready for more,” he whispered. His hard cock was still burning against my thigh.

  “I think both of us are,” I giggled back. I turned my head and he bent around to kiss me on the lips, letting his fingers push even further into me. I ground my hips back into him in response. After a few minutes of thrusting against his fingers, Wyatt pulled his hand away and leaned back, straddling my legs. I heard him fumbling around, and then the sound of crinkling plastic as he worked another condom onto himself. So far I hadn’t even had to use the one that Hannah had given me.

  I was wondering if he was going to turn me over, but then I felt Wyatt’s hand between my legs as he positioned himself, followed by the tip of his cock slipping down and curving around to push up against the hot opening to my core. Of course, after growing up on a farm, I felt silly not realizing what he had been planning.

  Slowly, Wyatt eased his hips forward and I did my best to roll mine back, letting him slide easily inside of me, filling me up as he had last night. The feeling was just as incredible in this new position.

  With each lift and press of his hips, I felt his cock stimulate my insides. It was obvious now why we had always been taught that doing this before marriage was wrong. If too many people figured out how great it was, they’d spend all their time having sex and nothing would get done around the farm.

  Wyatt’s hands pressed down into the couch on either sides of my head and his hips began to move faster, speeding his cock back and forth along my sensitive insides, building pleasure at a furious pace. Yes, there was definitely something to be said for letting him take control and set his own speed and rhythm. It allowed me to relax and ignore everything else, to not think at all about what I was doing and simply give into the ecstasy that was building within my body.

  We were both breathing heavily now, but the sound was eclipsed by the noise of Wyatt’s hips as they slapped against my behind. As good as it already felt, I realized that it might feel even better if he could go deeper. To that end, I pushed up a little on my knees, rising to a better angle. I was rewarded instantly, as each new thrust of his cock speared further into me.

  Wyatt groaned, the feeling obviously enhanced for him as well, but I couldn’t concentrate on that. This new angle was so extreme and intense that the orgasm that had been slowly building in my body was now ready to sweep over me.

  As I lifted, Wyatt adjusted as well, sitting up and placing his hands on my hips, pulling me back into him with each powerful thrust forward. I tried my best to stave off the pleasure for as long as I could, but then I could hold back no longer, and turned my face to let out a scream of pure bliss into the couch cushions.

  Even as I was still doing so, Wyatt’s fingers dug into the flesh of my hips and he stiffened, pressing hard and deep into me as he shuddered into his own release.

  “Shit, that was intense,” he said, slipping out of me and falling back down onto the couch.

  I collapsed forward onto my stomach. Intense. Yes, that was the right word. “Come down here, lay next to me,” I said, turning a lazy smile in his direction. He was sitting near the far end of the couch, still catching his breath.

  “Just give me a minute to clean up and take a leak,” he said, heaving himself to his feet and then disappearing around the couch on his way towards the stairs. “Although we should also think about eating breakfast soon, or maybe lunch makes more sense at this point.”

  I frowned, wondering just how late it was. Reaching down for my purse, I fumbled through it until I found the phone that Hannah had leant me. It had a clock on it. Wyatt was right, it was already after eleven. I didn’t remember ever sleeping this late before. Then again, I’d never gone to sleep next to a man like Wyatt after having amazing sex, either. Perhaps one had to do with the other.

  There was a little light blinking on the phone, so I opened it up, unsure what it meant. Inside, the display said that I had a new message. I tapped on it and put the phone to my ear.

  “Hi Beth,” came Hannah’s voice. “Sorry to bug you guys, but I… I just wanted to see you.” I still wasn’t used to hearing voices over the phone, or messages that were recorded that I couldn’t respond to, but to me it seemed as if Hannah was sad about something. “Ash and I thought maybe you could come by my apartment this afternoon for a barbecue. We’ll cook up some food and hang out, the four of us. I would call Sarah too, but as I haven’t heard from her I thought maybe I should just let them be. It was hard enough getting her to go in the first place. Anyway, I really hope you can make it. I’d really like to see you today. Call me and let me know.”

  There was something in her voice that I wasn’t used to hearing. My first thought was that she’d had a fight with Ash, but as he was going to be there that didn’t make sense. And it wasn’t anything wrong with Sarah, either. Maybe I was imagining things.

  “Okay, I’m back and ready to cuddle,” Wyatt said, leaping over the couch from behind to land on the edge in front of me. He spread his still naked body out, leaning into me.

  “We have to go bac
k to Hannah’s,” I said.

  “Wait, what? Why?”

  “She left me a message. Her and Ash are having a barbecue and invited us to join this afternoon.”

  “So we’ll tell them no thanks. I thought we were going to spend the afternoon here, together.”

  “We’ll still be together,” I pointed out.

  Wyatt frowned. “I’m not sure going back there yet is such a good idea. Does Ash know about this?”

  I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, or why he was so reluctant to leave here. Perhaps he was simply just hoping for more alone time with me. But it wasn’t like we wouldn’t get another chance later. And anyway, it sounded important to Hannah. “Yes, of course. It’ll be the four of us. Sarah and Reid are still at the cabin. I really want to go, Wyatt. Something in Hannah’s voice… I think she needs me.”

  Wyatt held my gaze for a moment, his eyes dark in the low light. Finally, he let out a sigh and nodded. “Okay, fine. I’ll take you back.”

  “Thank you,” I smiled, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

  Wyatt smiled back, a funny look in his eye as he regarded me. “But first, I think we need to both take a shower. And since there’s only one, and we’re in a hurry, it might be best if we did it together…”

  16

  Wyatt

  With the windows rolled down and music blaring from the radio, I drove Beth and myself back towards home. Every chance I got, I looked over at her, and each time the smile on my face broadened. Her blond hair was whipping around behind her as she leaned on her arm, head half out the window, letting the wind lash across her face with the occasional giggle and urge for me to go faster. After a lifetime of plodding along behind a horse, I could understand it.

  Still, her absolute lust for life and new experiences were almost intoxicating. I just wanted to spend every minute I had with her. Showing her new things, feeding her new foods. Teaching her new positions.

  But that wasn’t the only reason I wasn’t happy about bringing her back today. I was feeling fiercely protective of her, like it was my job as her guide to what she called the English world to keep her safe, and after what Ash had told me, I was worried that going back would put her at unnecessary risk. The only reason I had agreed to it at all was because Ash had been part of the invitation, which meant he must believe it was safe after all. Maybe he finally got Hannah to spill the beans on what was really going on. Maybe it really was something as simple as a crazy ex-boyfriend that she was just feeling overly paranoid about.

  Not that I would have minded getting a chance to bust some heads, but preferably not in front of Beth. I’d rather just deal with a problem like that on my own, or with Ash and Reid by my side. I needed to avoid any more situations that might make Beth think that I had some kind of bloodlust thing happening. Because I didn’t.

  Do I?

  Certainly I was no stranger to violence. I’d never shied away from it. Like the shit that my brothers were giving me a hard time about back at Trick Shots. Some of the wannabe Beasts started some shit up with the Desperados, a bigger club from a few cities over that were only passing through town. The prospects were trying to look tough, hoping it would help their chances at becoming full members. They were a bunch of morons, full of piss and vinegar with no regard for the bigger picture. They just saw a couple of bikers with non-Beast cuts riding through their territory, and decided to pick a fight with them.

  I could have tried harder to talk them out of it, but I didn’t. Was it because I was looking for a fight as well, even though I knew this particular one was a particularly bad idea? Maybe. Still, after a few punches were thrown, I was one of the ones that helped stop it from escalating. I was the one that helped talk the Desperados from bringing retaliation. It helped that I had pointed them in the direction they needed to go to avoid the incoming cops, allowing them to haul ass without getting busted with the prospects. Lucky for them, all the witnesses just said that it was a bunch of leather jacket wearing bikers that were involved in the fight. They had no idea the difference between the two clubs.

  Lucky for me, too, that I hadn’t been wearing leather that day. They still brought me down to the station for questioning as I was clearly involved on some level, but they couldn’t charge me with anything.

  I couldn’t imagine having to call Beth from jail to tell her I’d gotten arrested for being involved in shit like that. Everything about her seemed too simple and pure; she wasn’t someone that wanted or needed that kind of trouble and darkness in her life. And she didn’t deserve it, either.

  But hell, neither do I.

  I’d never really considered a future for myself with someone like Beth. Never really thought it was in the cards for me to be this happy. Now for the first time, it not only seemed possible, but plausible.

  The more I thought about it, the more I really wanted this to work out. So much so that I was ready to do just about anything within my power to make it happen.

  My phone suddenly started to ring, distracting me from my thoughts. It was sitting on my dash where I’d tossed it when I got in. Ash’s name was on the display.

  “It’s my brother,” I said to Beth as I turned the radio down. “He’s probably just wondering when we’ll get there. He’s not known for his patience.”

  I picked up the phone and put it to my ear, wishing, not for the first time, that this old truck had Bluetooth built in. Unfortunately, it had probably been built before Bluetooth was even invented.

  “Yeah, man, we’re on our way,” I said.

  I heard Ash say something, but the line was all filled with static so I couldn’t make out any of the words.

  “Say what? Bro, I can barely hear you.” There was more static on the line. It was weird though, since we weren’t really that far away from town. I should have a strong signal. “Ash? You there, man?” I shrugged my shoulders at Beth who was looking at me, just as confused as I was.

  “Yeah!” came his voice, finally. “Can you hear me, motherfucker?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Even Ash’s name-calling couldn’t foul the mood Beth had put me in this morning. “Oh, there you are. What’s up, dude?”

  “You heard anything from Reid, man? He call or text you today?”

  I snorted. “He doesn’t call or text me ever. Why? What’s wrong?”

  He ignored the question. “What about Beth? Has she heard from Sarah?”

  “Um,” I turned to look at Beth, lowering the phone from my head. “You didn’t get any phone calls from Sarah, did you?”

  “No,” she shook her head but picked up her purse, presumably to check her cell.

  “No, man, nothing. Is everything okay over there?” Now I was getting a bit concerned, the conversation from the gym replaying in my brain.

  But Ash told me that the issue was something between Sarah and Reid. Apparently Reid had brought out his usual charm and made her cry. Hannah had to leave to go and pick her up.

  “Fuckin’ Reid,” I said, shaking my head. Ash agreed.

  Then another thought popped in my head. “Do you think, uh…” I glanced over at Beth who was busy fiddling with her phone. I had to choose my words carefully. “Do you think he said something stupid?”

  “Uh, yeah, that’s kind of what he does,” Ash scoffed, completely missing my point at first. Then he was silent for a moment before he clued in. “Wait. Do you mean about the bet?”

  “Yeah-huh,” I said. I was trying to keep my focus on the road and seem nonchalant while also watching Beth from the corner of my eye to make sure she didn’t seem suspicious about what we were talking about.

  I heard Ash let out a heavy sigh, but then there was another burst of static and the line went dead. Didn’t matter though. That was all the answer I needed. Fucking Reid. Leave it to him to open his big mouth and ruin everything. I struggled to keep my mood from turning sour again. I didn’t know for sure that he told Sarah, and even if he did, that didn’t mean that Beth would find out. I could get on top of it. I
just needed to know exactly what he said, or didn’t say.

  “What’s going on with Sarah and Reid?” she asked, as soon as I put the phone down.

  “I’m not sure,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. All I had were guesses at this point. “They may have had a fight. I guess Sarah called Hannah to come and pick her up at the cabin.”

  “Oh no!” she cried out. “Do you think I should call Sarah?”

  “No!” I said, definitely too quickly and emphatically to avoid suspicion from anyone less trusting and naïve than Beth. “I mean, Hannah may even be there by now so probably best to just let them talk about it. I’m sure you’ll get the details when they get back to the barbecue. Sounds like Sarah, at least, will be joining us after all.”

  “It’s true. Sarah listens to Hannah almost as if she were our own mother. That’s why it hurt Sarah so much when Hannah left the village. She’s really missed her, even if half the time she’s angry with her about it. What do you suppose happened, though? Sarah can sometimes be easy to offend. She’s not quite as open to… new experiences, as I am.”

  “Maybe that’s all it is,” I nodded, happy for the out. “Reid’s mouth gets him into trouble all the time. And that’s with women that are used to dealing with typical male bullshit.”

  For the moment, that seemed to satisfy Beth and she turned back to her position at the window, the wind catching her hair once more and blowing it into a stream behind her. After wearing that bonnet her whole life, I couldn’t imagine how good that must feel.

  I turned my attention back to the road and my thoughts, a feeling of dread starting to settle over me. I couldn’t help but worry that this entire thing was going to fall apart at any moment, just as I was realizing how important it was to me.

  I wanted so badly to blame Reid, but I knew I was also at least partly at fault. While it was true that I hadn’t been interested in the bet since the beginning, or even given it much thought beyond regretting I had ever agreed to it, I also hadn’t officially called it off or come clean to Beth. The time to do that had been days ago, not now. Not right after we’d had sex—the very thing the whole stupid bet was supposed to have been about. And certainly not when it would look like the only reason I was telling her at all was because I was worried she’d find out from someone else first.