Bad Love

by Jaci J

  Lucy jerks her chin up at me. “Sup?”

  I do the same.

  “Why are you here?” Shay asks, taking a drink of her wine.

  “Makin’ sure you know I’m workin’.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You’re fired.”

  She’s cute. “Doesn’t work that way, baby.”

  “No? Didn’t realize you made the rules. Doesn’t the boss do that shit?”

  “You the boss?”

  A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She likes the idea of being in charge, making the rules and bossing everyone around. I’m good with it, for now.

  “Damn right. So,” she says, slapping a twenty on the table in front of me, “your first job is to get us shots.”

  She’s gonna take this seriously, maybe take it too far, but I decide to play along. “Keep your fucking money,” I grunt, passing her money back to her. “I got this shit.”

  Shay smiles, damn proud of herself.

  The look on Kendra’s face is fucking priceless when I stand up to get their drinks. I can practically hear her calling me a pussy, and I swear to God, if she says it out loud, I’m firing her on the spot.

  “I’ll have a Washington Red Apple,” Lucy says, sitting back her chair. “Beer,” Kendra adds.

  “Boss?”

  Shay laughs, the sound soft and thoroughly amused. “Wine, big guy.”

  I’m not more than thirty feet away and gone two minutes before two guys in button-downs and slacks are at the table, hovering around Shay.

  I’ve never killed anyone, but tonight might change that.

  Leaning back against the bar, waiting for the drinks, I watch the motherfucker in white throw his arm over the back of Shay’s chair, and I watch her watch him, her eyes narrowed.

  She’s not into him, and I couldn’t be fucking happier about it.

  Shay looks up at me, head cocked in question. I just smirk back, which makes her frown at me. She wants me to do something about the dude.

  “Here ya go,” the bartender says, setting down three drinks in front of me.

  Grabbing them, I head back.

  I walk up to the dude in white, who’s telling Shay all about his big new truck and the monster tires he put on it. She’s not interested, but I am. I’m interested in running his scrawny ass over with his own truck.

  The asshole doesn’t notice me until I set down the drinks in front of him. He looks up at me, surprised, but he’s even more fucking surprised when I grab Shay around the back of the neck and kiss her hard.

  She doesn’t fight or pull away. She kisses me back. She knows who’s really in charge here. She might be the “boss” right now, but I run this shit.

  “Your wine, baby.”

  Shay twists her head to look at me, and quickly stands up to let me sit down. As soon as I do, I pull her ass down on my lap, making her laugh. “Am I gonna crush you?”

  “Nah. So, what were you telling my girl? Something about your truck?” I ask the fucker who’s halfway out of his chair, and already looking for another female to hit on.

  “Nothing, man.”

  24

  Shay

  I’ve had too much to drink. One too many glasses of shitty five-dollar a bottle wine, and I know I’m going to be feeling it in the morning because I’m feeling it right now.

  “Give me your keys,” Niko instructs, hand out.

  Rooting around in my bottomless pit of a purse, I find my keys and hand them over.

  Leaning back against the hallway wall, I watch him unlock my door and open it. When I don’t move toward it, he growls, “Fuck, you’re drunk,” before bending down to pick me up, holding me in his arms against his solid chest.

  “This is better than over your shoulder,” I slur.

  “Would rather you not puke on me.”

  “Me too.”

  Niko carries me into my house, through the living room and down the hall. “Do you know where you’re going?”

  “You got another house down this hall?” he asks, being a smart-ass.

  I shake my head, watching him pass my bathroom and stopping at my bedroom door. “Open it up for me, baby.”

  Opening my door for him, he sets me on the bed, where I instantly fall backward and tear at my comforter to cover myself.

  I’m drunk. I’m not so drunk I’m belligerent or blacked-out, but I am feeling good and dizzy.

  Niko doesn’t let me cover myself up, though. Jerking on the comforter, he pulls it off of me. “Shoes off.”

  I let him pull my shoes off.

  “Dress off.”

  “Smooth talker,” I tease as I work to stand up, leaning against him. “I need a shower. Ya know, since you uncovered me and made me get up.”

  Niko turns me toward the bathroom and leads me to it.

  From the mirror, I watch him lean back against the wall, arms crossed.

  Feeling anything but self-conscious, I pull my dress off, and then my panties, all while Niko watches me, his dark eyes taking in every inch of me. A front row seat to my impromptu striptease. I’m anything but sexy and seductive while drunk, but Niko doesn’t seem to mind, if the look on his face is anything to go by.

  Stepping into the steaming hot water, I pull the curtain closed, but Niko pulls it back open.

  “Perv.”

  “Making sure you don’t fall and kill yourself.”

  Right. “You could just get in here with me.” Closing my eyes, I step under the spray, letting my head fall back.

  I don’t see him pull his shirt and jeans off, but I hear him.

  Niko’s front is pressed against my back, his hand flat against my stomach, while the other cups a tit. “You’re not makin’ me work too hard for it, baby,” he growls against my ear.

  “I know,” I breathe, letting him hold my weight. “Do you want me to push you away and kick you out?”

  “No.”

  “Good, because I don’t want you to go.”

  “I’m not gonna fuck you,” he tells me, letting my body go and grabbing my hands, putting them against the cold tile wall in front of me.

  “No?”

  “No, but I’m gonna make you wish I would,” he growls, his hands sliding down my back and to my waist, bending me over.

  One hand grips my ass, fingers digging into the plump flesh, while the other slides between my legs and into my wetness.

  One hand circles my clit, while the other reaches up and kneads my tit.

  Thrusting his fingers into me, he makes me come quickly.

  And he doesn’t stop after he gives me one orgasm. His fingers stay deep inside of me, playing until I come again. He continues to this until I can hardly stand.

  Finally he relents and turns off the shower, dries me off, and carries me to bed, crawling in next to me.

  Niko

  “YOU’RE STILL HERE,” Shay mumbles, shifting her big brown eyes to look up at me from my lap. I can’t sleep, sitting up in her bed, my back against her headboard.

  She’s been asleep for a few hours now, her body on mine.

  It’s four in the morning and I’m still awake. Still here. Still got my hand in her hair. Still watching her sleep.

  “I’m still here.”

  She shifts and sits up, slowly and carefully. She’s got black makeup under her eyes and red lipstick smeared under her lip. Her hair is a mess, and her tits are damn near falling out of her old faded tank top. She couldn’t be any more beautiful.

  Looking at the bottle on the nightstand and back at me, she frowns. “Now you’re drinking?”

  “Just joinin’ the party.”

  “Was it a good party?”

  “I don’t know, baby, you tell me?”

  Shay shifts again, but this time, getting on her knees and leaning toward me. Her short tank barely covers her ass. No panties. I can’t fucking help myself. I give her sexy round ass a smack. It just makes her grin, though. “It was a pretty good party, but you didn’t come,” she tells me, trying like hell to keep a straight fa
ce. It doesn’t work. She bursts out laughing, and I find myself committing that shit to memory. It’s a goddamn good sound.

  “That was cute, baby.”

  “I tried.”

  Before she opens her mouth again, I kiss her, tasting her lips and savoring the way she moans as she crawls onto my lap, straddling my waist. She’s got her chest pressed against mine and her hands all over me.

  “Told you I wasn’t gonna fuck you tonight.”

  “Good thing it’s mornin’,” she whispers, grinding down against me.

  Her bare cunt inches from my cock, I don’t have a goddamn choice. I give in. There’s not a chance in hell I can stay away from Shay, and when I’m with her, I can’t fucking control myself. I need her too goddamn bad to tell her no.

  Holding her against me, I lean up and lay her on her back, putting myself between her thighs.

  Dragging my hand up her body, over her stomach and up to her chest, I push her tank up over her tits. I don’t waste time. I wrap my lips around on her nipple and suck, swirling my tongue around it. She arches her back, wanting me to take more.

  “Mmm,” she hums, her hands in my hair.

  Jesus, her body is like a drug I can’t quit.

  Reaching for her leg, I hitch it up around my back, putting her where I want her. Sliding my hand between us, I find her pussy wet and warm, my fingers sliding between her wet folds.

  Her body melts.

  Teasing her cunt with my fingers, about to sink into her, her fucking phone pings. Twice.

  Shay stills, her eyes wide. I don’t fucking like that look.

  I don’t ask permission, and she doesn’t tell me to stop. Sitting up, I pull my fingers out of her pussy and reach for her phone, jerking it off her nightstand. My gut instantly starts churning. Looking at the screen, I frown. There’s no name on the text, but there doesn’t fucking need to be.

  Hi, Shay. It’s Danny from the coffee shop. I’m really looking forward to our date tonight. I’ll pick you up around 7 if that’s good for you.

  My blood fucking boils. I know goddamn well it shouldn’t, but it does. Looking at the phone, that text on the screen, I have a real hard fucking time not smashing the motherfucker to pieces.

  “Niko?”

  I told her we were having fun, and that’s exactly what she’s doing. I regret saying that shit. I regret it so fucking much.

  “Here,” I growl, handing her the phone and getting off the bed.

  Shay doesn’t look at it, she looks at me. “What’s wrong?”

  “Not a goddamn thing.”

  Crawling to the edge of the bed, on her knees, she grabs for me, but I step back and away, as much as it fucking kills me to. Her face falls and she looks at her phone. She gets it.

  I watch her face for a reaction. Guilt. Remorse. Any goddamn thing. She just reads it, sighing. “You told me we were just having fun,” she says in way of explanation, and I can’t fucking blame her. That’s exactly what I told her this shit between us was.

  “Niko.”

  “Turn around,” I ground out through clenched teeth, my anger turning into crazy fucking need. I’ll show her how goddamn much fun we’re having. When she’s out on her bullshit date, too sore to sit, she’ll be thinking about me and how much fun we’ve been having.

  Shay blinks, her eyes wide. “What?”

  She’s still on her knees, her tank still up, covering nothing. Looking down at her bare cunt, I lose what little control I have.

  Stalking back toward the bed, I push her back and flip her over, grabbing her hips and pulling up and onto her knees, her naked ass calling my name.

  “Jesus, Niko,” she moans when I pelt her ass with a couple of hard smacks. My hand leaves a red handprint right on her smooth skin, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. Instead she moans, lifting her ass back toward my hand.

  Pulling my cock free, I palm my heavy and hard shaft. I don’t tease her with it. I don’t run the head between her wet lips. I don’t push into her slowly, savoring her tight cunt. I fist myself and drive it home, right into her. I know goddamn well it doesn’t hurt when she yelps, her pussy so wet it’s dripping down her thighs. She yelps because she’s surprised.

  “Fuck, Niko!”

  Balls deep inside her, I grind down before pulling out and shoving back in fast and hard, smacking her ass over and over. And Shay loves it, because she pushes her ass against every thrust, begging for more.

  “Harder,” she groans, jerking when I reach around and pinch her clit.

  She wants harder, she wants fun. I’ll fucking give her both. Grabbing her hip, I use my other hand to fist her hair, pulling her back onto my dick.

  I fuck her so goddamn hard, harder than I knew was possible, even for me.

  When I finally come, I don’t bother pulling out because I own this cunt. And tonight, when she’s out with that piece of shit, I want her to remember that her cunt, her body, her fucking mind, they all belong to me.

  25

  Shay

  “Here you go,” my date says, pulling out my chair for me. I go to sit, and I have to do it tenderly, as everything between my legs is sensitive and sore, my ass cheeks red and tender. Niko didn’t fuck me once this morning. He did it twice. Each time he fucked me like he was mad at me, punishing me. It was so damn good, but I’m paying for it now.

  Shifting in my chair, I tense, everything between my thighs smarting.

  “Everything okay?” Danny asks, sitting down across from me.

  I just smile, my mind and memory on Niko, on his hands and his cock.

  “Thanks for agreeing to have dinner with me. I was really looking forward to getting to know you more.”

  “Yeah.”

  We sit for a while, Danny telling me all about himself. He’s nice enough. Fidgety, but nice. He keeps moving around his silverware, rearranging his fork, knife, and spoon. And then he moves the knife to the front and so on. He just keeps doing it, over and over. It’s so damn distracting. I can’t hear a thing he’s saying because all I can hear is the clanking of silverware.

  And that’s a whole other thing—his girly hands. They’re nice, like he could be a hand model. They’re not beat up. They’re not callused. They’re not solid. They’re not tattooed. They’re not Niko’s hands.

  “What do you do for a living?” Danny the Hand Model asks, his eyes shining with serious interest. He gives a shit about what I’m saying, or at the very least, he’s good at pretending like he is.

  I met Danny at the coffee shop a block from my house. He was buying a coffee and offered to buy mine, and who the hell am I to turn down free coffee? He then asked me out. Again, who am I to turn down a good-looking guy offering to buy me dinner?

  Danny starts fiddling with his hair. I figure I should answer him before he fiddles himself to death. “I’m an artist.”

  He smiles. “That’s fantastic. What kind of art?”

  Fantastic? Really? “Mainly painting, but I’ve tried just about everything.”

  Danny has blond hair, short and neat. Nice blue eyes and a warm smile. He’s medium height and has a medium build.

  Everything about him is mediocre, and I’ll bet he’d make a great husband and father.

  But he’s not Niko. He’s not harsh. He’s not huge. He’s not tattooed. He’s not bossy or pushy, or a giant asshole.

  I hate that I’m comparing this nice guy to Niko’s awful ass.

  “I’d love to see some of your work sometime,” Danny tells me, and he’s being genuine about it.

  My phone vibrates in my lap. I don’t want to be rude, but...

  Looking down, I see a text from Niko.

  How’s your pointless fucking date going?

  Amazing! He’s so wonderful!

  That’s funny, because you look bored to fucking death.

  My head snaps up, my eyes searching the restaurant. I don’t see him until I glance out the large picture windows at the front of the restaurant.

  Niko’s outside, leaning against his
stupid black muscle car. He smirks when we lock eyes, giving me a knowing, cocky look.

  Go home.

  Can’t.

  This should be good. Why?

  But he doesn’t answer, because the answer I get comes walking up in the form of a leggy blonde in a short dress and big tits.

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

  I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE of those ‘pot, meet kettle’ sort of girls. I’m usually very chill, very cool and unconcerned. But right now, I’m feeling the opposite of go with the flow and zen.

  Niko said that what we were doing was having fun, so I took that and ran with it. I mean, yes, I would like nothing more than to rile him up, prove to him that just because my dating life sucked before him, I still have possibilities. I want him, I really do, but he’s the one who made it clear he’s not looking for anything more. So seeing him here with another woman, just to rile me up, has me all kinds of fucked up.

  I didn’t accept this date with Danny to get at Niko. In fact, I had no intentions of telling him about it at all. He’s the one who saw the text that wasn’t meant for him.

  Looking over to where they’ve been seated, I watch as she talks animatedly, hands all over the place, and on him.

  I want to rip her hands off.

  “How’s your dinner?” Danny asks, smiling at me.

  I look down at my barely touched plate and answer, “Great!” even though it doesn’t look like I feel that way about my food. It is good, but my appetite has left the building.

  “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” I tell Danny, standing up and pushing my chair in.

  I make it to the back hallway, where there’s one unisex bathroom and two people waiting in line for it.

  Shit.

  Suddenly, Niko crowds in behind me, pushing me with his body toward the fire exit door. He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t try to stop him.

  Niko

  “YOUR DATE GOING WELL?” Shay asks me, her back pressed up against the brick wall behind the restaurant.

  She’s in a fucking mood tonight. Full of fucking attitude.