Overdose: A British Bad Boy Romance

by Raven St. Pierre

  Zander’s mouth warmed the side of her neck, but she didn’t feel his lips; only his tongue as he tasted her. The maneuver was primal, like a beast sampling his prey before devouring it. She stared open-mouthed at his reflection as he pressed his lips to the delicate skin where her chin met her throat.

  “In case you haven’t noticed,” he started, placing a kiss there first, before answering her question, “I don’t exactly give a damn what she thinks.”

  The stubble on his chin grazed her cheek as he cupped his hands over her breasts, making her forget the snappy comeback she had ready for him. When he squeezed, his eyes drifted closed as he sighed with relief—giving Vanessa the impression he’d wanted this more than she realized.

  Behind her, Zander lost himself for a long moment while he imagined what it would feel like to be invited inside. Vanessa rested her head back on his shoulder, prompting his eyes to open as he interpreted the gesture as a sign of submission. He easily undid the clasp at the front of her bra, letting her breasts bounce free. His breath quickened at the sight of them—two smooth, perky mounds. The coolness of his hands made her gasp as her nipples tightened against his fingers. He kneaded them gently and breathed her in deep.

  Vanessa’s hand dropped, clenching the front of his thigh; an indication that it was becoming increasingly difficult to control her urges.

  Zander repeated himself. “Admit it.”

  Still, she said nothing.

  Zander let one hand leave Vanessa’s breast in order to hike up the side of her skirt. The first glimpse of her black panties was not a moment to be rushed. He’d dreamed about this. He wanted to remember everything—the detail in the lace, the feel of them, how they fit her round, feminine hips.

  Damn… she was as flawless as he imagined she’d be.

  Slowly, he worked his hand around in front of her and slipped it inside the delicate material. A thin strip of soft hair met his fingertips and his mouth fell open as he lost his breath. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted her—ever.

  Vanessa snaked a hand around to the back of his head and brought his lips to her shoulder where he kissed her soft, sweetly-scented skin. Her saturated channel was breached by a lengthy finger and the sound of her whimpering with need nearly made Zander’s knees buckle.

  She literally made him weak for her.

  Over and over again, he delved inside, feeling her slickness soaking his finger. He finally opened his eyes to stare at the image in the mirror and fell in love with the expression on her face. Pride swelled in his chest, knowing that he’d put it there. Her body twitched when the sensations he inflicted on her became unbearable. He saw another opportunity.

  “Say it,” he breathed. “Tell me this is why you came here.”

  Vanessa couldn’t even open her eyes. Her hips were working against the rhythm of his fingers, his touch invoking a sense of gratitude that made her feel silly for thinking it.

  Zander’s erection was so hard it throbbed to the pulsation of his heartbeat. He pulled his hand free from those teasingly sexy panties and moved to unzip his pants, but first, he stopped to inhale her fragrance on his fingers. Every woman’s scent was unique and hers was one to be savored—mellow, sweet. He knew he’d crave that natural, pleasant smell for the rest of his life. She watched intently as he put her juices on his tongue and licked his fingers clean, enjoying it like he’d taken a hit of a drug as his eyelids hung low.

  His intensity was like nothing she’d ever experienced before and it scared her how much she liked it.

  Zander worked his pants down to the tops of his thighs and couldn’t free his engorged dick quickly enough. Fumbling with the condom he had ready in his pocket, he slipped it on and let the gold, foil wrapper fall at his feet. Vanessa braced her hands on the edge of the counter, thighs parted, watching as Zander aligned himself with her slit from behind.

  He teased a bit, though, rubbing the head of his member between her lower lips just enough to let his heat graze her clit, and then he demanded her to speak the words again.

  “Tell me you wanted this, Vanessa.”

  She wanted him so badly she honestly believed she might shed a tear if he didn’t enter her. She managed to lift her gaze and stared at Zander, her expression pleading for him to have mercy on her.

  “All you have to do is say it, love,” he repeated.

  She couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Dammit! I want you! Is that what you wanna hear? I came here looking for you, looking for this,” she admitted.

  Zander smiled as her words opened a floodgate of adrenaline. He’d been waiting for Vanessa to confess that he wasn’t the only one dreaming about this moment. Deep down, he already knew, but hearing her say it…

  The sweet plunge, that first connection, the familiar friction they both sought, finally overtook them with one stroke as they both drifted in and out of ecstasy. Vanessa groaned when Zander rammed his dick inside her for a second time. He dragged himself out slowly with his eyes focused downward to see her fluids glistening on his shaft. Her pussy was so tight she felt the pain of taking all of him. He forced himself in again and let her tense walls massage his erection before easing back out. A groan slipped from his lips and Vanessa felt her knees get weak at the sound of it.

  Where did he come from?

  What sort of magic did he possess that made it feel so good?

  He breached her walls again and her eyes drifted closed once more before planting her palms flat against the mirror in front of her.

  Zander focused on her face and felt his heart beat faster and faster as he zeroed in. She did something to him—made him feel undone. He loved and hated it at the same time. As his dick explored this new territory, this woman he dreamed of touching since first glance, he felt like he owned her, like he’d laid his claim to her entire body.

  Vanessa moaned and gnawed the side of her plump lower lip, feeding Zander’s insatiable ego. It became impossible not to thrust faster. The warm, moist friction drove Zander insane. He planted both hands on Vanessa’s hips and tilted his face toward the ceiling. The buckle to his belt clanked rhythmically with his movements. Her juices were all over him. He’d never seen a woman get this wet. Again, he felt that intense urge to call her his.

  When she whined, he gave her more, gripping her hips tighter as he bent his knees slightly for leverage, wanting to get just a little lower, deeper. Vanessa reached behind her and grabbed for him, needing to feel even closer. He became transfixed by the sight of her fingers wrapped around his wrist and held his gaze there while his pelvis pounded against her.

  She needed to come so badly. Zander could see that, feel that. He ran his hand down her spine and wished he could kiss her. Unable to deny himself that simple pleasure, he pulled his dick free and quickly turned her to face him. She stared breathlessly, breasts heaving, eyes dilated. He touched his lips to her mouth and enjoyed the feel of her kissing him back this time. Before, in the conference room of her practice, he’d taken it by force, but now there was a mutual ebb and flow as one’s tongue danced with the other’s.

  A gentle push of the bathroom door, followed by an impatient knock, made him kiss her harder. She lifted her leg to his waist, leaned against the bathroom counter, and again the sound of their heavy breathing filled the air.

  “Zander?” his date called out from the other side of the bathroom door. He smiled and continued to kiss Vanessa like she was all that mattered. She loved the way that felt—the thrill of knowing she was what he wanted. She loved that she meant enough to him that choosing her had been so simple. It made her feel powerful, sexy; two things she hadn’t considered herself in quite some time.

  “Zander!” The woman yelled. His smile grew and he dragged his lips away from Vanessa’s, lowering his gaze to align himself with her body, keeping her facing him this time. The urgency to plunge inside was even stronger than before, both of them secretly getting off on the fact that there was someone listening at the door. When he sank his cock ins
ide her, he cursed loudly and held her close.

  The woman banged and yelled again, this time unleashing a slew of profanities amidst her rant. Her anger penetrated through the door and Vanessa dug her nails into Zander’s back when he slammed her harder. A vaguely familiar feeling resonated from deep within, vibrating Vanessa’s core. The woman’s incessant thundering at the door nearly went unnoticed now as Zander intimately massaged Vanessa’s body from the inside out, sending her into convulsions.

  “That’s it, love. Come for me,” he breathed, lulling her over the edge with his gentle voice, watching the sex-starved scowl that spread across her face as she reached her peak. She yelled out and couldn’t help but to say Zander’s name. At the sound of her screaming out for him, he sank inside her once more before filling the condom in one, long-awaited burst.

  He loved how she stared into his eyes while he came, studying him, enjoying the look of him enjoying her. There was a connection he experienced with her, one he’d never felt with another. Releasing a few more involuntary grunts into the air, it became impossible to keep his eyes open any longer when bliss overtook him. His arms settled around Vanessa’s waist and his cheek rested against hers, listening to her slow, steady breaths as he waited for her to say he had to let go. Otherwise, he might not ever.

  “Zander!” The woman outside screamed.

  “Sir?” came a new voice, that of a man, most likely the bar manager. “Sir, if you’re in there, I’m gonna have to ask you to open up.”

  “We need to get out of here,” Vanessa finally spoke, coming to her senses as strangers gathered outside the door. Without her being able to see his face, Zander didn’t have to hide his disappointment.

  “I know,” he uttered. Eventually, he pulled away and leaned against the wall, wiping himself clean with a paper towel after dropping the condom into the trashcan beside him.

  Vanessa glanced over at him every now and again as she buttoned her shirt, watching him fix his clothes, too. She reached for the paper towel, wet a few, and then did as Zander had, cleaning herself while he watched intently. Unknowingly, she was making him want her all over again.

  When Vanessa finished, she straightened her skirt over her hips and ran her fingers through her hair, still reveling in the sweet afterglow of great sex. A smile touched her lips and eyes when she looked Zander’s way.

  He could see a change in her already now that he’d… fixed her.

  When she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist, unable to let it end here, pulling her over to where he stood propped against the wall. She looked into his eyes and it didn’t make sense to her to fight it at this point.

  Not anymore.

  Zander held her gaze until the second their lips met. It was the slow, sensual kind of kiss he tended to steer clear of, but it felt right with her.

  It felt inevitable with her.

  The intimacy of the embrace made Vanessa feel uncomfortable, too, at first, but then she fell into the same trance that had already rendered Zander defenseless.

  When they separated, he didn’t want to let go, but honestly didn’t want her to see him like this any longer either—open, vulnerable. He worked hard to build up walls, only to let this one woman tear them down with her pretty little fingers.

  When Vanessa had fixed herself again, he unlocked the door and prepared to face the angry gaze of his original date. When she, Chloe, met Zander with hatred in her eyes, Vanessa ignored the exchange and passed between them.

  She felt rejuvenated and awake for the first time in a long time. All thanks to Zander.

  A few patrons watched her with an awareness of what she’d done as she breezed by the bar, clutching her purse, headed toward the exit. She hid her smile as best as she could, but then stopped caring when she remembered that explosive orgasm.

  Checking back over her shoulder, she found Zander’s gold-colored eyes already trained on her from the other side of the room. She wasn’t surprised to find that devilishly coy grin set on his lips either as his date verbally ripped him a new one while the entire bar listened. He seemed to barely even notice as he watched the new object of his obsession saunter out of the building.

  Oh, yes… they’d have to try that again as soon as possible.

  *****

  Simon’s eyes drifted over the top of his tablet when he heard Vanessa enter through the garage. She clutched her purse under her arm and slipped out of her shoes slowly with a sigh. Something seemed off.

  ‘Has she been drinking, maybe?’ he thought to himself.

  He watched as she set her purse on the table and then paused, letting a slow smile cross her face at whatever private thought entered her mind.

  “Feeling better?” Simon asked from the chair he occupied in the corner of the living room—the one he used to claim as his when this was his home, too.

  Vanessa jumped and clutched her chest, letting a curse slip. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten he’d be there, but she expected him to be upstairs with Ryan. It was a little after ten now, so it wouldn’t have been strange for the two to still be up, bending the rules because she wasn’t home to enforce them.

  Simon looked her over from head to toe, easing his tablet inside his bag before lowering his feet from the ottoman.

  “Where’d you go?” he asked, immediately regretting that he’d let the question slip.

  She locked in on his gaze. “Excuse me?”

  No, his question hadn’t been misheard, but where she went, who she went with, and what she did when she got there was no longer any of his concern. Practically reading those very thoughts as they crossed Vanessa’s mind, Simon changed the course of the conversation.

  “We finished the paper mache. All we have left to do is paint the model. Then, we’re done.”

  She nodded, realizing that meant she would have to endure at least one last, lengthy visit in order for Simon and Ryan to put the finishing touches on the project.

  “Great.” She sighed, propping herself against the wall of her living room.

  Simon stood, straightening the button-down shirt he’d worn with his jeans—his version of dressing down to help Ryan with the project. ‘He never did know how to completely relax,’ Vanessa thought to herself.

  He came closer, pulling his bag over his shoulder. Vanessa focused on it first, and then on his face when he invaded the cone of safety she liked to keep around her when it came to him.

  Flecks of gray speckled his beard and hairline. Faint lines creased the corners of his eyes, too; all signs that he aged a little over the years they spent together. Once, she found them sexy, graceful indicators that he was maturing. If anything, she used to think they made him look more distinguished. But now, on more than one occasion, she found herself wondering if the fact that he was getting older played a part in his cheating. Perhaps being tied down to her, despite the fact that she was only thirty-four years old to his fifty-one, made him feel even less youthful. It was no secret that he was more attracted to younger women, hence the reason she’d caught his eye as a student. It was possible that she had simply gotten too far up in age to hold his attention. But even if that was the case, he’d never admit to it.

  Suddenly disgusted, Vanessa turned to head for the stairs. “I’m going to shower and go to bed. You can let yourself out.”

  “Wait,” Simon called out. “Are we gonna finish talking about what happened earlier? With Ryan?”

  Vanessa took a breath and looked Simon in the eyes, feeling a strange twist of emotion at the sight of her now ex-husband—disappointment, indifference, distrust. Pushing a hand through her hair, she pulled back thoughts of Zander that crept in as soon as she took a step toward the stairs. Now she had to put that on hold again to have this discussion with Simon. Although, to her, there was no discussion to be had; there was no way she was going to let him stay over for any reason. She wasn’t about to blur those lines. He cheated, she divorced him, now it was time she learned how to live her life without him.

  “I think it’s
a bad idea to confuse him,” she said straight out, referring to Ryan’s request for his dad to stay the night on his birthday.

  “Confuse him? It’d basically just be like a sleepover with one of his friends,” Simon reasoned. “I’d stay in his room with him, sleep on the bottom bunk, and we’d just hang out all night. Our paths, yours and mine, don’t even have to cross if that’s how you want it.”

  Vanessa folded her arms over her chest. “Then why not just take him to your place and keep things simple?” she reasoned.

  “Because, I think part of this, for him, is that we all spend some time under the same roof. Even if we’re not all buddy-buddy the whole time,” Simon started, releasing a guilty-sounding sigh before he finished. “I think the kid just needs a break. And dammit… I’m willing to give it to him. It’s not like it’ll be an everyday thing. It’s for one night. For his birthday,” he added.

  There was a moment where Vanessa was prepared to toss out yet another rebuttal, to counter all Simon had just thrown at her, but then… she stopped thinking about herself and what she wanted. This was about Ryan, about a special request he made for his special day.

  She was dreading this decision already, but all she could do when she recalled how her son had begged a short while ago… was cave.

  “Fine,” she said, turning her back on Simon again. “But only for one night,” she glanced back to add. “And I’ll hold you to your word about mostly hanging out in his room. This isn’t your house anymore.”

  That last part stung more than Simon led on, but he agreed. “Understood.”

  Vanessa retreated to her bedroom and listened for Simon to leave through the front door. Once he was gone, she went down to deadbolt it and turned on the light over the stove before heading back up.

  Behind closed doors, she stood in the bathroom mirror while the water for her shower warmed up. She disrobed and couldn’t help but to think of Zander—hell, she could still smell him on her skin. Downstairs, she dared not get too close to Simon because he would’ve picked up on the distinct smell of another man’s cologne and her own sex fluids that she, herself, was very much aware of. Even though she’d wiped herself down in the bathroom at the lounge, she could still feel the sticky remnants of their deed on the insides of her thighs.