Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

by Kat T. Masen

  “Where are you, Mom?”

  “I can’t hear you. Hold on… okay?”

  Waiting for the connection to become clearer, there’s a muffled sound then her voice feeds over the speaker again. “Okay, I’m back... phew.”

  “What on Earth are you doing, Mother?”

  “We’re out at this pub celebrating the win. I forgot how much I love pub crawling.”

  “When did you ever pub crawl?”

  “When I was a loose cannon and didn’t have three kids busting my chops.”

  “I’ve never busted your chops.” My smile turns into laughter while my body begins relaxing on the bed. “Are you with Ash and Logan?”

  “Yeah, I think they’re around here somewhere. I lost sight of things after the second pint,” she follows with a hiccup.

  “And Dad?”

  “I think he’s being tattooed by a Scotsman.”

  “Mom, shut up. Dad? The two of you shouldn’t be allowed out.”

  “Come, join us! We’re in the city.”

  I look at the time, it’s only half-past ten, and even though I’m exhausted I want a chance to see Logan. Tell him how happy and proud I am of him.

  Yeah right, your damn kitty is itching to get some.

  “You know what, Mom? I’ll be there soon.”

  I jot down the pub address she’s currently at and hang up immediately. I’m still in the same outfit as today but decide to change. I put on a black jumpsuit with long sleeves and a plunging neckline, pairing it with some high-waisted jeans and my knee-high boots. I ditch the coat and throw on a scarf to keep the cool air away.

  I leave the room and spontaneously decide to knock on Poppy’s door.

  “Hey Em, you’re dressed all fancy for bed.”

  Poppy’s wearing her pink pajamas with unicorns patterned all over. On her feet are fluffy white slippers that looked like rabbits.

  “Pop,” I say with a smile. “Wanna go on a pub crawl?”

  “A pub crawl?” Her face lights up. “Sure! I was about to order room service and watch Titanic.”

  “Okay, that’s depressing.”

  “Let me get changed.”

  Poppy emerges wearing a black knitted top, tartan skirt, and bright red leggings. “Okay, I’m ready! How do I look?”

  “Like Poppy.” I laugh.

  “Let’s go, we just need to make one stop first.”

  ***

  We meet Mom and Dad a while later at a pub called Randy’s. The place is full of Royal Kings fans dressed in their jerseys. Poppy made us stop at the concierge and had him hunt down a place which was still open that sold jerseys. We found the place not too far from the hotel and pulled them on over what we’re wearing.

  The atmosphere is buzzing. Drunken patrons all singing loud and proud, buying each other rounds of drinks. There’s a mix of young, old, and any other person you can think of. I spot Mom at the back, where she has her arm around a toothless man singing to The Proclaimers.

  “Emmy,” she beams, stumbling over to greet me.

  There are many things in life you witness, but watching your parents drunk is always a hoot. Dad’s at the next table over, doing rounds of shots with a bunch of young guys. It’s equally disturbing that the drink is called a Juicy Pussy.

  “Hey, Mom.” I lean in and give her a hug. She reeks of beer and smoke. “Have you been smoking?”

  “Oh, lighten up, kid. Who made you, Mom?” She chuckles loudly with the toothless man.

  I take satisfaction in knowing tomorrow she’ll be sporting the worst hangover and regretting her actions. Serves her right for partying so hard at forty-nine.

  I introduce Poppy to Mom. They seem to hit it off straight away and bond over another pint.

  “Where’s Logan and Ash?” I ask, scanning the pub.

  “They just left with the team for the next pub over.”

  We lasted five minutes in the pub until Dad announced, “It’s time to pub crawl... again.”

  Everyone cheers and we follow him out to the next pub, walking along the street like a drunken march.

  The next pub is called Hudson’s Corner. A bigger joint and even more crowded than the last.

  “Emmy,” Dad calls over the crowd.

  I slide my way through, holding Poppy’s hand so we don’t separate. “Dad, ease up on the shots. You’re not twenty-one anymore. Plus, it can’t be good for your meds.”

  He laughs, kissing my cheek. “You see this, Alan? This here is my daughter, Emmy. Ash’s twin.”

  “Twins?” Alan acts surprised. “Blimey! You’re gonna break some hearts.”

  “She already has.” The voice comes from behind me, and without turning around my smile is stuck. I twist my body and Logan’s standing behind me dressed in a checked navy and white shirt, tucked into his navy slacks with tan-colored shoes on his feet. His large watch is hanging off his wrist and hair is styled perfectly to the side.

  He looks delicious. Like an Armani sunglasses model from a magazine. Perfect in every way.

  “Poppy, you remember Logan?”

  “Yes,” she beams with a crooked smile. “Congratulations, you smashed it today.” She jumps up and hugs him, much to his shock.

  When she lets go, he waits, searching our surroundings.

  I lean in and hug him careful not to close my eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear.

  I pull back, careful not to raise suspicion and trying my best to control the heat that throbs between my legs. I’m wearing a black lacy thong, and it’s doing nothing to curb the ache as the thin piece of string rubs against my clit making it ten times worse. “So anyway, where’s Ash?”

  The cocky bastard keeps his expression fixed, his luscious lips grinning with delight. He turns around for a moment, then spins back with his eyes directed at mine. Ash is standing in the middle of a crowd, jug in hand with bloodshot eyes, singing the team’s anthem.

  “Oh God, he’s gone,” I mutter.

  “Your brother is a toot,” Poppy says cheerily.

  “Yeah. Where’s Alessandra?”

  Logan shrugs then leans in. “People are watching us. I’ll meet you later.”

  Many people in the room spotted Poppy and me wanting selfies, so Logan walks away and begins chatting with some of his teammates, leaving us alone with the small group of fans who join us.

  Ash spots us and runs straight to me, almost colliding with Poppy. “Emmy!” He hugs me tight, suffocating me with his odor of sweat and beer.

  “All right, you’re kinda strangling me.” I struggle to remove myself from his grip.

  “Can you believe I scored that last goal? Especially, since I had a huge fight with Sandy and was too pissed to tell you.”

  Well, that explains why Alessandra seemed almost robotic that morning. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, assuming she was stressed about the game like me.

  “Where is she?”

  “I don’t know. Don’t care. I’m so glad you’re here.” He suffocates me again, then stands on the table with a wobble, whistling loudly to the crowd. “I wanna do a speech.”

  The crowd cheers, a loud rumble with feet banging against the wooden floors.

  “Firstly, to Coach… you fucking break my balls, dude, and now I know why.”

  Coach Bennett tips his hat, smiling like a drunken fool.

  “To Mom and Dad… I fucking love you guys. You’re the best parents ever.”

  Another loud rumble from the crowd. Mom’s almost in tears, quick to wipe them away as she downs another beer. Dad looks equally emotional, rubbing his eyes with a dirty napkin from the table.

  Those two are unbelievable.

  “To Emmy… you’re my fucking sister for life. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else shooting out of Mom’s vagina. Vagina log ride for life!” He raises his glass as every laughs.

  I scrunch up my face at the godawful speech. Mom’s vagina did not need attention and it’s not h
elping that she finds it equally hilarious.

  “And to this guy…” He points at Logan with a proud smile, holding his glass to his chest. “My brother for fucking life. No one will ever come between us.”

  The crowd roars until Ash yells drinks on him. I don’t think he’s thinking straight. The pub’s at full capacity and it’ll cost him a fortune. I should say something, but choose to teach the moron a lesson by ordering a drink myself.

  Poppy and I hang out with the fans who join us. They’re a cool bunch, eager to chat, but not so eager it’s creepy. We drink some rounds, talk about the show, sing along to the songs that scream over the speakers. We do a live Facebook video. Probably not the brightest idea but still a lot of fun.

  We crawl to another pub and by the time we get there, we begin losing people to the copious amounts of alcohol entering their body.

  “Kid, we’re heading back to the hotel,” Mom slurs while Dad’s almost passed out at the table.

  “Did you want me to take you?” I ask, a little worried that Dad looks legless. “No, you stay here. Join us for breakfast tomorrow before our flight leaves?”

  I kiss her cheek and follow her to the street to call for a cab. Logan follows with his coach, Dad in between them as they carry him to where the cab waits.

  “Are you sure we can’t help you, Mom?”

  She shakes her head. “Enjoy the night, kid. I love you.”

  “Love you, too, Mom.”

  The cab drives off and we’re standing on the street watching it drive away. Coach Bennett calls it a night, reminding Logan he needs to be at the studio by half-past ten tomorrow for a segment.

  It’s just after two in the morning. The streets are deserted with only a few drunken people stumbling around. The night air is crisp, prompting me to fold my arms to shield out the cold.

  “I’ve got a room at the hotel the next block over. You cab it, I’ll walk it.” He slips something into the back pocket of my jeans. “And by the way, you look damn sexy in that jersey.”

  “I’ll keep it on just for you,” I tease. “But what about Ash and Poppy?”

  The two of them are surrounded by a small crowd, laughing and telling awful jokes that everyone finds hilarious.

  I tell Logan I need to say goodbye to Poppy, so I head inside to talk to her. “Pop, we need to talk for a sec.”

  I pull her to the ladies’ restroom, checking the stalls to make sure they’re empty. “I need you to cover for me.”

  “Okay? Like a secret mission. Oh, how exciting!”

  “Not really,” I drag. “I’m staying at another hotel tonight.”

  “Oh, I understand. The housekeeping is tardy at our hotel.” She nods agreeing. “Did you know that I found several pubic hairs on my pillow? I mean, why on the pillow? I’m not a princess but switching rooms seems like the best option.”

  “I’m sleeping with Logan,” I blurt out.

  There’s a giant pause, her eyes wide in shock. “Um… right. Logan as in—”

  “Logan, as in... Logan. I know what you’re thinking, I’m a cheater because of Wesley.”

  “Honestly, Em?” She rests her hand on my shoulder, easing the tension. “I know things aren’t great with you and Wes, and rumors are a rife about how he’s treated you. No judgment from me.”

  “Oh, Pop...” I hug her tight, almost in tears. “It feels good to tell someone.”

  “So, are you like serious?”

  “No... I don’t know. We’re having fun.”

  “He doesn’t look at you like that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She opens the stall, placing the lid down and sitting on the toilet to rest her feet. “The moment he saw you, his face lit up. You make him happy. And trust me, Em, I’m great at reading faces. I can read anyone.”

  “Really? What does my face say?”

  “You want to end this conversation ‘cause you need to get laid.”

  I laugh softly. “Can’t argue with that. And tell me what Wesley’s face says?”

  “He’s a wild child. Always has been. You tamed him, but boys like him can only be tamed for so long.”

  “You’re telling me,” I huff. “And Farrah?”

  “That I can’t tell. The plastic gets in the way.”

  We both fall into a fit of laughter, our stomachs hurting until we manage to control ourselves again.

  “Don’t worry, Em, I got your back.”

  “Thanks, Pop.” I hug her tight again, letting go and stroking her hair. “You’re one of a kind, you know. You should have been my twin.”

  She clutches onto her stomach barely able to get her words out. “Vagina log ride. Your brother is something else.”

  “That he is,” I respond, with the proudest smile on my face.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “There are no more questions.

  She is mine.”

  ~ Logan Carrington.

  She’s laying on the bed. I watch the way her body’s waiting for me with her eyes wide in a curious yet frightened stare because she has no idea what I’ll do to her. Her innocence radiates all around us with a part of her that remains untouched.

  She belongs to me, at least, in my eyes she does.

  Despite my desperation to be inside her—taste her arousal all around me—I linger and savor the sight in front of me. Her eyes begin to wander, trailing down my torso and centering on my cock. The hunger consumes her. She licks her lips then bites her tongue, her chest moving up and down, the breaths hitching and barely audible.

  “Are you done eye-fucking me?” she teases with a straight face. “I thought you had this grand plan to take me however you wanted me?”

  I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time, despite my reluctance to admit it. Emerson’s always been beautiful. She has this air of confidence that, for the most part, gets her into trouble. She also has a sweet side, a side not many people see because she keeps her circle tight.

  She knows she has me. Lying in the hotel bed all sexy begging me to fuck her however I want. I need to do things to her. Explore my animalistic side because we both agreed to have fun and she wants this just as much as I do.

  “You’re a tease.” Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, she moves her legs, spreading them to catch my attention. Her pussy’s desperate for attention. “I must be that good if you’re soaking wet just waiting for me.”

  She spreads her legs wide, raising her knees to give me a more open look. Pouting her lips, she slides her hand between her legs and brushes against her clit.

  Fuck. What the hell is she doing to me?

  “You mean this?” Her fingers graze the wet arousal glistening around her entrance. In small, circular motions, she rubs it gently before lifting her fingers to her mouth and tasting her arousal.

  I swallow the giant lump in my throat, covering up my need to blow on myself by just watching her. I continue to observe for a few more seconds before I’m on my hands and knees crawling toward her.

  When my body’s positioned over the top of her, she gasps when my cock flicks against her pussy.

  “Logan,” she breathes my name. “I’m scared.” Her short-lived confidence is shattered as she murmurs those words.

  I’ll never hurt her. I just want to show her a different type of pleasure. “I won’t hurt you.”

  “Physically, I know.”

  There’s something in her eyes, a look that passes between us. Unsure of what that lingering emotion means, I place my mouth on hers and kiss her deeply. As my cock begins to throb, threatening to give early, I break free from the kiss to control my urges.

  “I will never hurt you.”

  “You’ve already hurt me. Once.” She lifts her knee and shows me an old scar. I remember what it’s from—the time when I pushed her off the zip-line because she was a scaredy cat and I’d never seen her scared before.

  I tilt my head, lifting her knee to meet my lips. Kissing it gently, I reassure her, “I will never hurt you, again.”


  “Do you promise me?”

  “I promise you,” I whisper, placing my body on top of hers, our intimate position making this moment more arousing.

  “Then take me,” she says confidently. “I’m yours.”

  Two words that ignite an already-burning flame into an uncontrollable fire. I ravage her with kisses, covering every inch of her body.

  I fuck her tight pussy for what seems like forever, building the sweat between our bodies until we’re both drenched. I taste her arousal, making her come multiple times and forcing her to keep going because I know her limit isn’t reached. And when I get greedy, I watch her, on her knees, suck on my cock with her eyes desperate for more. The noise she makes from the excess saliva has me teetering on the edge until I have to back off for just a moment, cooling myself down and throwing her onto the sofa beside the bed where I make her spread her legs and demand she come... again.

  She’s insatiable. Wanting me to do things to her that I haven’t done to anyone before.

  When her body lay limp, exhausted from her blissful finish, I take the liberty to make her suck me off again, commanding she take me all in.

  Then we switch it up again.

  “Logan...” she hums with her eyes half closed. “I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

  I’m pounding her hard, knowing she’s on the verge again. Her body gives me the signs, her pussy clenching around my cock warning me she’s close. “You said that three orgasms ago. I’m not done with you, yet.”

  She moans in delight, ignoring her exhaustion and begging me to make her come again.

  I stop abruptly, her body reacting and eyes opening.

  “Don’t stop.”

  I grin wickedly. “Baby, this is just the beginning. Are you ready for your finale?”

  She arches her head back with a laugh. “I’m ready.”

  “Get on all fours,” I command.

  I grab onto her hips and help her move, kissing the top of her shoulder to ease her nerves. The curves of her ass are beckoning me, delicious and fuckable. I run my hands along the curves, stopping just shy of her hole. Building up the saliva in my mouth I drop some onto her ass, spreading it nice and wide ready for me to enter. I slowly graze the tip of my cock, entering slowly as her body almost buckles. I stop, rub the small of her back, and wait for her to push back. When she does, I move in deeper until I’m all in.