Looks Like Trouble to Me - UNCUT (Bad Boys Need Love, Too Book 1)

by Calinda B

  “Drive. I’ll tell you the way to go. It’s not that far.” He gazed her a searing emerald gaze.

  She shivered again, turned the keys in the ignition, and drove.

  He guided her to a wooded area. “Pull in here and park around the back.”

  “What is this place?” She peered through the trees, shrouded by early morning pre-dawn light, at a plain looking building. She could barely make out the outline.

  “You’ll see. Get out.”

  “Okay,” she said cautiously.

  “Do you trust me?” he said, coming around the Jeep to stand before her.

  “I’m working on it.”

  “This is a trust game.”

  “Okay,” she said, feeling all fluttering inside.

  “Turn around and put your hands on top of the Jeep.”

  She did as she was told, quivers of excitement snaking through her belly.

  He pressed his tall body against her, his thick erection nudging her behind. “Feel that, baby?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “All for you. I won’t share you, ever.”

  He enveloped her, sweeping his fingers up her arms, from her hands to her shoulders and back to her hands.

  Trembles rolled through her body, even though he’d touched her through the fabric of her sleeves. He nudged apart her legs with one firm thigh, pushing insistently against her, as he brought his mouth down to her neck.

  “Stay still, baby,” he uttered, his warm breath puffing along her skin. “Close your eyes.”

  An involuntary shiver launched up her spine as her eyes fell shut.

  Holding her with one hand, and he seemed to be fumbling inside his leather jacket with the other. He released the other hand and brought a soft, silky scarf around her eyes, tying it snugly in place.

  She swallowed and licked her lips.

  He reached around and grasped her arms, pulling them behind her back. Holding them in one large hand, he fiddled around with the other. He snapped cool steel into place around her wrists with a click.

  Lines of fear spiked through her, every sense kicking into high alert.

  He brought his mouth to her ear. “Ready, baby?”

  “I’m ready,” she breathed, her tummy feeling like a thousand butterflies were trying to get free.

  “Start walking.” He placed his warm hand in the middle of her back, guiding her forward.

  She kept her attention on his hand at her back, his voice, and her feet, stepping cautiously. Everything seemed vivid, clear, heightened — the crunching gravel, the chilly, moist air on her neck and face, the heat rolling off the man behind her, the steady exhales she made.

  “Stop here. Seven steps to the gates of heaven, baby,” he said. “Lift your foot.”

  She did so, placing her foot on the wooden step.

  “That’s one. That’s two. Five more. Good, baby. Hold up.”

  She stopped. Her breath came in short little spasms.

  “Four steps to the entrance.”

  She let out a deep breath and stepped, counting, one, two, three, four.

  “Now stay put. I’ll be right back.” His footsteps trekked through gravel, growing softer.

  She stood, shivering, every sense heightened.

  When Jace returned, the soft scrape of metal on metal and the snick of a door lock sounded.

  “Okay, come on,” he said in a low voice.

  Slightly warmer air touched her face as they entered. “Where are we?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Who lives here?”

  “No one you need concern yourself with.”

  “Are they home?”

  “No. This place isn’t in use right now.”

  “Abandoned?”

  “Shhh,” he said, guiding her forward. “Stop here.”

  A door opening noise sounded, followed by a waft of cool, stale air.

  “Down the steps, baby. Twelve more steps into the dark mysteries. We’re going to transform hell.”

  What? Her heart began to hammer, racing like a greyhound. Puzzled, she began cautiously traipsing down the steps until she reached the landing at the bottom. The place smelled dank, like sex, sweat, weed, and cigarettes.

  “Where are we, Jace?” she asked, her voice filled with trepidation.

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “It does to me,” she said.

  “Baby, just trust me. Please. I’m going to make you feel really, really good, I promise. You don’t like it, you tell me. Say, um….say ‘mango’ and I’ll stop on the spot.”

  She let out a nervous chuckle. “Mango?”

  “Can’t stand it. It’s a guaranteed action stopper.”

  “Mango,” she said. “That’s the word then.”

  “Mango,” he agreed.

  She continued her forward movement until he told her to stop. “Now what?”

  One arm came around her knees, the other around her shoulders. He easily hefted her into his arms. The reverberation of his footfalls landed sharply in her ears as she felt herself being lifted up more stairs, like he’d stepped onto a platform.

  She took a couple more sniffs, finding a slightly musty scent mixed with the smell of old wood. Some floral scent tickled her nostrils…Lilies? Roses?

  Jace maneuvered her body, sitting her on a hard wood table.

  “Are we in someone’s basement entertainment room?”

  “Shhh,” he said. “Close enough.” He unlocked the handcuff of one wrist, and pried the metal with a snick. “Lay back, beautiful.”

  He cradled her head in his large palm, guiding her until she lay prone on the solid table, covered in fur.

  Her legs dangled off the end of the table, the precise corner of the wood digging into her thighs. She bent her legs, resting her shoe-clad feet on top, wondering if she laid on top an examination table of some kind. Jace lifted her other arm over her head and locked the free cuff in place to some sort of bolt, as far as she could tell. His hands disappeared, and then another cuff landed on her other wrist and was similarly locked in place, pinning her. Fear danced through her system, making the hair along her arms and neck stand tall.

  “No one’s going to come home and find me like this, are they? I mean, we’re not going to be interrupted, right?”

  “No, baby, no one’s going to come. Except you and me. I’m so fucking turned on right now I could come just watching you. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He stepped across the room and fiddled with something, and the room was immersed in exotic, ambient, trip-hop sounds.

  Not what I expected, she thought, imaging him more a metal, rock, or rap guy. The heavy bass beat of the music vibrated in her heart.

  He ran trembling fingers over her face. After slowly unbuttoning the placket of her shirt, he planted tender kisses along her sternum. He peeled apart the fabric, leaving her bra in place.

  “Fuck. So fucking beautiful. So, so, fucking beautiful.”

  She frowned behind her blindfold. He’s shaking. My beautiful bad boy lover is shaking.

  “Lift your hips, baby.”

  She did as told, delighting as his hands swept her skirt and panties free from her hips. Some sort of wood on wood sliding rasp sounded, a cushy triangular shaped pillow was placed under her legs, and her ankles were secured with solid leather straps, forcing her legs wide. Her hips were poised at the very edge of the table, open to the environment. The vulnerability of the position caused her fear to spike another notch. I’m completely exposed to this man. She let a deep sigh fall from her lips and waited.

  His shaking fingers traced her skin, starting at her ankles, working his way up her thighs, her belly, and to her sternum, hopping over the narrow bra strap. He circled her satiny bra cups before planting his mouth around the wispy cloth covering her areola, sucking hard, working her with his tongue and teeth, making her nipples grow rigid inside the fabric.

  “Fuck,” he said softly. “I’m so hard for you. I’ve got a boner as hard as an iron rod.” His h
and caressed her collarbones, her neck, and her jaw. When his finger approached her mouth, she opened and bit lightly, drawing it into her mouth and sucking on it.

  He withdrew it, and traced a moist trail along her cheek. His fingers pushed into her hair, massaging with slow, sensuous circles, causing her head to roll back and forth on the table, sinuously, sensuously, arching her back.

  “Fucking hell, Zoé. You’re so beautiful.” He brought his lips down and grazed hers with delicate finesse. “No one can take you away from me, baby. You’re mine,” he growled.

  He drew away from her and placed his hand around her throat and jaw, the same way he’d done in her living room.

  This time she wasn’t afraid. Drunk with desire, she felt absorbed into him, transcendent with pleasure, every sensation bringing them closer. They were on a journey together. He was the guide and the trailblazer, and she, the oh-so-willing participant. He snaked his fingers down her chest, caressing her belly, brushing the coarse hair between her legs, and making whispery soft touches at her opening. She relaxed her legs wide, inviting him to enter.

  All touch disappeared, leaving her wanting, yearning for more. She undulated on the soft fur, pushing her spine back and forth. His footfalls trekked along the wood, making soft thuds away from her.

  She strained through the soaring music to listen, to sense where he was but the booming bass beat drowned out everything. “You’re still here, Jace, right?”

  “Shhh.” His voice came from a few feet away. “Don’t make me speak right now.”

  His voice sounded so raw, so ragged, touching her in such a deep place, the scarf grew moist with her tears.

  “Okay,” she said quietly.

  She tracked his footsteps as they made their way through the space. She listened intently. Is that water? Is he at a kitchen sink?

  His footsteps grew closer. She flinched as cold water fell, drop by drop, along her belly and chest. She shivered as a warm, flat, round piece of metal landed on her chest, at her heart. “What is that?”

  “Shhh, baby. It’s something I carry around with me…to make the moment sacred.”

  Sacred? This bad boy is speaking of something sacred? She caught the fragrant scent of a lily as it was draped along her belly and chest. The buttery soft petals rested against her chin, the cool leaves splayed across her ribs. Next, water droplets landed on her skin along the stem, falling like electric rainfall.

  The sound of a match followed, accompanied by a distinct sulfuric smell. The muted thunk of weighted glass landed to the right and left of her ears. Faint light danced at the edges of the cloth covering her eyes accompanied by the smell of beeswax. Candles. He’s lit candles and placed them next to my head. Then, there was no sound, nothing.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m loving you with my eyes.” His voice cracked.

  She frowned. “Are you crying?”

  He said nothing. Instead, he made his way to the foot of the table, his fingers dancing along the exquisitely tender skin on her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, and her ankles.

  Her legs fell open like a butterfly, supported by the cushion. Four fingers pressed into her pubis, while his thumb made lazy strokes along her wet folds.

  She hissed with arousal.

  He withdrew his thumb and strode around the table.

  Every sense was acutely aware, longing for the next caress.

  Another match lit. Something plunked on the flower and metallic piece resting on her sternum. Pinprick spatters landed on her skin. She jerked. Candle wax! More soft drops fell. More tiny spatters. The hot wax fell continuously on the metal near her heart, rolling off the stem and talisman onto her skin. The flower moved, being dragged across her breasts. A crisp snap pierced the air, sounding like string beans being prepped for cooking. Then, a cool, velvety petal feathered along her belly. Her skin crawled with pleasure.

  Jace remained quiet as he continued to move around her. He made soft steps until he stood between her legs once more. The sound of a zipper met her ears, fabric rustled, and Jace’s cock slowly pushed into her core. He rested it at her opening, letting his thumb circle her clit. His cock pulsed and throbbed without entering further. His breath caught as he guided his thumb in lazy circles on her swollen bud. The head of his erection lay poised, thick, waiting.

  She began to slowly wriggle her hips back and forth, silently beckoning him to enter. She felt engulfed by him, captured by him, as if he’d become a planet she had to revolve around, or her life would not be complete. She clenched what little bit of cock he’d allowed inside her, yearning, begging for him to enter.

  He placed his palms along her thighs and spread her wide. His hips began to circle, insistently pushing into her willing flesh. When he’d filled her, he let out a deep groan of satisfaction. He remained buried inside her, his breath chuffing rhythmically, methodically, hypnotically while his cock twitched and jerked. One hand remained on her thigh as he circled her once again with his thumb.

  She gasped, undulating, acutely aware of the metal on her heart, the delicate sensation of green leaves and feathery soft petals against her throat, the fragrant scent, and Jace circling and pushing and circling and pushing. The music built to a crescendo as if orchestrated. Her climax built like a hurricane.

  He let out one long, loud ecstatic groan, driving inside her, breaching forbidden mysteries, and fulfilling unmet longing. Completely hypnotized by him, Zoé slid toward ecstatic release.

  She moaned as he impaled her, compelling her to surrender to him. “Oh, Jesus, Jace. Oh, God. Jace!”

  He echoed her groans, seeming to lose control into his own letting go.

  Her cries became animalistic as the climax built. She wanted to shout to the heavens, calling out holy hosannas as the orgasm tore through her. Instead, crying out simply, “Jace!” her awareness exploded in a million directions like a volcano. “Oh, dear, God.”

  Jace’s body hammered inside her, pounding against her while his fingers dug into her legs.

  “Fuck!” he roared, as he came inside her. “Oh, fuck!” He stayed inside her, pulsing, soothing her off her high with his hands.

  They rested in silence. Their breathing fell into sync. Seconds stretched into minutes. Minutes drifted into what felt like infinity.

  Jace’s whisper brought her back.

  “I’m completely, head over heels in love with you, Zoé Dubois. It scares the shit out of me but I may as well own up. I love you, baby.” He said the words like they were a celebration.

  “I love you, too, Jace Savage.”

  “But now…sorry but…” Without giving her a moment to linger in the afterglow, he swiftly withdrew, and began rapidly moving through the space, blowing out the candles, hustling about, turning the music off, returning things to where he got them.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked, feeling vulnerable and suddenly cold. The talisman lying on her chest seemed to burn into her skin.

  “Shhh, baby, shhh.” He moved with lightning speed, fabric sliding, zippers, snaps…a din of sounds accompanied his every movement.

  Next, the metal piece was peeled from the wax marking her skin. Buckles were released from her ankles.

  “Extend your legs,” he said. He slid her panties up her legs, then her skirt.

  Her hands were released from the bolt, and she was guided up to sitting. Her arms ached from being held in place for so long. She hadn’t even noticed. She lifted them to push the blindfold off but he snatched the cuffs, bringing them in front of her and locking them with a snick.

  He hefted her in his arms. “Arms up and around my neck, baby.”

  She did as she was told. Holding her with one hand, he seemed to be smoothing, patting, putting things back in order with a speed that made her head spin.

  Slow footfalls landed on the steps outside.

  She gasped.

  He cursed and stilled.

  The footsteps made their way overhead, receding into the back of the buil
ding.

  Jace tiptoed up the stairs, holding her tight to his chest. “Don’t make a sound, baby. Don’t even breathe.”

  When they reached the twelfth stair, he paused. Shifting her weight until one arm supported it, he turned the door handle. A couple soft steps, another door handle, and they entered cool morning air. The trill of song birds declared dawn’s light. Moving stealthily, like a panther, he padded along the gravel and dirt, gripping her tightly. He pressed her against cold, solid metal. A door opened.

  “Arms off my neck, baby. Now.”

  She complied.

  He lowered her to her feet. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pivoted her toward him. “Sit back into the passenger seat.”

  With Jace guiding her, she lowered into the seat.

  He hooked her linked hands around the stick shift.

  “Jace, what’s going on? I can be more help if I can see and move.”

  “Shhh, baby, we need to scoot. I’ll be right back. I had an idea. I need to do something to finish this off.”

  “Wait! Don’t leave me here!”

  “Right back, baby, I promise.” He brought his warm mouth to hers and kissed her before disappearing.

  A huge clanging bang startled her. A whooshing sound, like cascading water burst through the air. A few minutes later pounding footsteps grew closer.

  Her door opened. “Where are the keys?”

  “They’re in my pocket.”

  “Which pocket?”

  “This one.” She tipped her head to the side.

  His hands rooted around in her shirt pocket, pulling free the keys. The door slammed next to her and footsteps crunched outside. He leaped in the driver’s seat, leaned across to secure the cuffs to the door handle, and fired up the engine, roaring out, tires shrieking against the pavement.

  “Jace, what did we just do? Are you going to release me or what?”

  “One minute, girl.”

  The tires squealed as he rounded a corner, and she slammed into the door.

  They careened along the road, finally coming to a screeching stop.

  “That was fantastic,” Jace said, breathing hard.

  “Are you going to release me, stud?” she huffed.

  “Not ever.”

  The words lanced into her, like a binding commitment had been made. “Well, can you at least remove the handcuffs? The scarf? I’d love to see where I am.”