Forbidden Bad Boys (Small Town Forbidden Romance Box Set)

by Holly Jaymes

  “Yours wasn’t?”

  “I felt loved by my parents, but as you know, they’re not together. My mother, she’s wonderful, but she wasn’t a woman to have her dreams stopped by anyone, not by my dad or us. Having an unplanned pregnancy and twins didn't change that. So, she built our lives to fit with hers. I had Christmas in Paris, which makes me sound like a spoiled brat when I say it wasn’t so great. Not like this.” I looked around the small cabin, filled with pictures and memories of two generations of a family.

  “I’ve never been to Paris.”

  “Do you want to go?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose it makes me seem small-minded, but I’m content in this world. Eden Lake has everything I want or need. My family. My work. My friends. Not that I’m not interested in travel, but when I have traveled, I find I long to be home.”

  “Home. Yes. That’s what this is. I’ve never really had that.”

  He cocked his head. “You don’t have a place in Los Angeles?”

  “Sure. I have a condo, but I wouldn’t call it home. It’s not filled with memories, and loving energy like this place is.”

  He looked around. “I never thought of it like that.” He turned back to me. “Is that something you want? A home?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I do, along with figuring out what my new career will be.”

  “Where do you think you’ll make this home?”

  I laughed softly. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking of New York. Or maybe London. My brother lives there.”

  Wyatt nodded. “Big cities.”

  I hadn’t thought of that. “It’s where opportunities are.”

  He shrugged.

  “You don’t agree.”

  He sat back, picking up his coffee cup. “I think you can create opportunities. Look at Allie. She has the connections and money to build her studio over in Malibu or some fancy spot like that. She came here. And she’s quite successful. She has her studio, and this summer, she had a wellness retreat with Mason McLean out at Pine Rest. He runs his online empire from the home he grew up in.”

  “Well, a town like Eden Lake is fitting for something like that. Plus, you can’t deny that the Malibu types often come here.”

  “I suppose. But so do people who need exercise clothes. Isn’t that what you want to make?”

  He had a point, but in my vision, I saw my clothes being worn in big city gyms by celebrities and fitness gurus. Perhaps I needed to expand my vision.

  After breakfast, Wyatt busied himself with things in the cabin while I learned how to operate my sewing machine and began creating my first piece of clothing. It wasn’t going well, and yet, I still felt like I was accomplishing something. For the first time, I was doing something I chose to do, not something I was led into.

  Lunch was crackers and dried meat. Wyatt had cheese in a can that he offered, but I passed on that. So did he, I noticed.

  The snow continued to fall, and I wondered if the cabin would be buried.

  “How about some hot chocolate?” Wyatt asked me later in the day. “And a game of poker?”

  I grinned. “Ready to use up your credits?”

  “I thought I did already. Plus, you got most of my peanuts.”

  I laughed. “You’re a glutton for punishment.”

  “I’m determined to win.”

  We sat by the fire with mugs of cocoa and playing cards. As night fell, I took all of Wyatt’s credits and peanuts. Later, he added some whiskey to the cocoa, so I was feeling quite warm and content.

  “I have nothing left but the shirt on my back,” he said as he folded his poker hand.

  “It’s a nice shirt. I’ll accept it for payment.” The minute I said the words, I realized they were a bit loaded.

  His blue eyes flashed with awareness. Okay. So maybe he was attracted to me after all. He pulled off the flannel shirt and tossed it to me. Underneath, his t-shirt molded to his body. His chest was broad, and I had an urge to reach out to run my hand over his pecs.

  I shuffled the cards. “Another hand?”

  “Deal.”

  “What do I get if I win?”

  “What do you want?”

  I looked up into his eyes, and the electricity zapped between us. If the power went out again, the energy between us could power the entire cabin.

  As if we short-circuited the place, the lights went out. The fire offered the only light in the place. A moment filled with overwhelming sexual power now felt more romantic.

  I dealt the cards. “Your choice.”

  He tossed two cards down. “Two.”

  A few moments later, he’d lost again. His eyes were on mine as he reached over his head, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

  My gaze immediately went to his shoulders and chest. He was perfection like a Golden God. I picked up my hot cocoa to drink to prevent myself from launching myself at him.

  He tossed the shirt to me.

  “Another game?” I asked. I’d never played strip poker. I was eager to learn it now.

  His eyebrow arched up. “Are you trying to get me naked?”

  Yes. Yes, I am. “We don’t have anything else to do. Just cards.”

  His eyes were wicked, and I knew he was thinking of one other thing we could do. “Deal.”

  I handed out the cards. I had a pair. I tossed one back with two others and dealt myself three. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, wondering if he could tell I was about to throw the game. He tossed two cards, and I handed him two more. We weren’t even wagering, just playing.

  “A pair of threes,” he said, laying down his cards.

  “I have nothing.” I lay down my hand of mixed cards.

  His eyes shot up to mine, and I could see him wondering if I was going to return any of his peanuts.

  Instead, I pulled the sweatshirt along with the t-shirt over my head. I held them in front of me for a moment, wondering if I was overplaying this hand.

  His jaw was tense, but his eyes were filled with hot desire. I tossed the shirts to him, loving how his eyes flashed as he looked at me in my pale pink lacy bra.

  His gaze worked up to my eyes. “Lily.”

  “Yes, Wyatt.”

  He swallowed. “Do you know why your father chose me to watch out for you?”

  “Because you’re the best?” I had an urge to cover myself as his questions made me think he wasn’t going to take what I was offering.

  “Because he trusts me.”

  I nodded. “I trust you too.”

  “He trusts me not to touch you.”

  My stomach dropped, and embarrassment flooded my senses.

  “He’ll shoot my nuts off.”

  I nodded. “I understand.” I couldn’t reach my shirt, but his flannel shirt was near me. I started to reach for it.

  He pushed the cards away and leaned forward, one hand pressing against my cheek. “I like my nuts, but I’m willing to sacrifice them.”

  My heart started racing. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

  His eyes watched me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

  I nodded. “Do you want to touch me?”

  “I might fucking die if I don’t.” His lips consumed mine in a fiery blast. I moaned as my body was assaulted with sensation over sensation. He pushed me back, or maybe I lay back and pulled him with me. Either way, he was over me, his hard, warm chest pressing against my breasts.

  I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back. I was right, perfection.

  He kissed me thoroughly, his tongue lapping inside my mouth as his hand reached behind me to unclasp my bra. He leaned back to remove it. His gaze went to my breasts, and his hand softly kneaded one.

  His gaze lifted to mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  I was pleased he liked what he saw, but there was something in his tone that suggested he didn’t feel like he had the right to touch me like he wasn’t good enough.

  I pressed my hands to his pecs and
squeezed. “So are you.”

  I don’t think he bought it, but he didn’t stop. He kissed me again, his fingers pinching my nipples and then gently rubbing over them.

  I lost myself in his touch, in his taste. He undressed me, and like a man savoring a meal, he took his time caressing my body, followed by his lips. Downward he traveled. Over my breasts. Along my belly. He pushed my thighs open, settling his shoulders between them. He kissed and then gently suckled my inner thigh.

  “Wyatt,” I gasped as need burned hot through me. I was going to spontaneously combust.

  His hands settled on the inside of my thighs, and his tongue ran through my folds. My hips shot up, and I cried out.

  “Please. Please, Wyatt.”

  He slid his hands underneath me and lifted me to him. His mouth covered my pussy, devouring it like a starving man.

  I writhed as he suckled my clit. I rocked against this mouth as his tongue slid inside me. Up and up I went. The pressure building until I could hardly breathe.

  With his tongue swirling inside me, he flicked his thumb over my clit, and my entire world spun away.

  “Oh, God…” My body convulsed and shook as pleasure rocketed out to every neuron. “Yes…oh, God, Wyatt….Yes.”

  He kept at it, drawing out my orgasm until I was coming again. Then he brought me down, sliding back up my body.

  “You taste divine,” he growled as he kissed me hard. I felt the hard length of him inside his jeans, and the need to feel him inside me grew.

  I reached to undo his pants. “I want you.”

  “Fuck…” He pushed my hands away. I thought he was going to stop for a moment, but he took care of his pants on his own.

  Once they were down, I pushed him, forcing him on his back. I straddled his thighs, running my hands down his chest and belly, taking a good look at what God had endowed him with. Just like his good looks, and sweet demeanor, God had been good to him in the dick department too.

  I gripped him, loving how he hissed at the contact. I rose over him, my gaze holding his as I brought him to my entrance.

  His hand squeezed my thighs. “Fuck me, Lily.”

  His words sent an erotic shock through me. Everything about him was an erotic shock. I sank over him, closing my eyes, he filled me, deeper, deeper.

  My life was in shambles. For so long, my life was an endless routine that left me feeling dead inside. But stuck in this little cabin, I felt more alive with this man than I had in a long time.

  Chapter 10: Having What I Shouldn’t

  Wyatt

  There were many indications that I had a spectacular dream. I mean, what were the odds that I’d wake up with Lily Maddox’s sexy body next to mine? Zero. Zilch. So when she was there this morning, I’d thought I had to be dreaming.

  And now, with her riding me? Her eyes wild with desire as her pussy massaged my dick? It had to be a dream. Except my dreams had never been this vivid. Never been so real that I was sure my dick was going to burst out of its skin.

  Real or dream, I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity even if it meant her father would kill me.

  I levered up and sucked her nipple into my mouth, loving how her pussy clenched tighter around my dick. How I hadn’t come yet, I didn’t know. It wouldn’t be long, that was for sure.

  I pressed my hand on her lower back, bringing her closer, guiding her over me. My other hand went to her neck, and I pulled her to me for another scorching kiss. She tasted like perfection. Her body rocked over mine, also in perfection. At the same time, need clawed at my gut. Frustration at not having the right speed on my dick made me growl.

  Unable to hold back, I rolled until I was over her. With one hand firmly planted on the floor by her head, I used the other to lift her thigh up, opening her to me so I could sink deeper.

  “Wyatt…” she gasped as her hands gripped my shoulders. “Make me come…make me come…”

  I growled again, as I worked to rein in this crazy need to pound away at her. I needed finesse, but I couldn’t seem to find it.

  I looked down at her. Those violet eyes were dark with lust. Her lips were plump from my kisses. “Fuck Lily…I can’t wait.”

  “Don’t wait… I’m so close…”

  Thank fuck. I rocked my hips, thrusting, withdrawing. Each slide inside her, I swore I could see stars. She was making me mad with need. My blood coursed with it. My neurons were firing over and over with it. I plunged, faster, harder, faster still until my lungs burned from the effort.

  “Oh, God…Yes…” she cried out, and her pussy clamped down on my dick like a vice.

  It felt like I was blasted with a million volts of electricity. I yelled out incoherently as pleasure beyond anything I had experienced blasted through me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I chanted as my body took over, thrusting and grinding as I released inside her. When my arms gave out, I collapsed on her, and even then, my dick still pulsed inside her body. It was possible I’d used up every bit of cum I’d ever have.

  My breathing was like bellows as I sought to get enough air. I rolled onto my back, but kept an arm around her and pulled her close when I felt the cool air. The power was out, so there was no heat in the cabin except the fire and what she and I just made.

  I knew when her father found out, I’d be well and truly fucked. I found it hard to care at the moment, and yet, I did feel a little guilt that I betrayed his trust. He chose me because he didn’t want anyone getting naked with her.

  “Wyatt.”

  Her tone had me looking at her as she sounded worried. Maybe she was concerned about her father’s reaction too.

  “Yeah?”

  She tilted her head, looking down her body where my cum was everywhere, then up at me. “We didn’t use a condom.” She bit her lip. “I’m… I’m not on the pill.”

  Fuck. I should have thought of that. Not to prevent pregnancy, because that wasn’t a problem. But there were other reasons to use protection although I was healthy and I had no reason to think she wasn’t as well. Even so, I’d never fucked a woman without a condom before, which made this whole situation crazy.

  “It’s okay.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “But…”

  I reached over and grabbed a throw blanket from the couch, and pulled it over her, then I rose and yanked on my pants and my flannel shirt. “I’m going to deal with the fire before it gets too cold in here.”

  She sat up and reached for her sweatshirt then stood. It hung down to her thighs. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Her eyes held worry and annoyance.

  “It’s not a problem, Lily.” I wanted to ease her concern, but I wasn’t going to admit to being infertile. She didn’t need to know about that. It was no one’s business but mine. “Really.”

  She studied me for a moment and then gave me a short nod before heading into the bathroom.

  I finished dressing and then went out onto the deck. The blast of cold air and the snow hitting my face finally pulled me out of my sexual stupor. What the fuck had I been thinking to have sex with her? I wasn’t thinking, that was the problem. I gathered more wood, even though I’d already brought in plenty.

  I put it by the fireplace, then checked the fire, adding another log. With the power out, we’d need to stay in the living room. I went to the bedrooms, gathering pillows and blankets, and piled them in front of the fire. I then closed off the back rooms to keep the warm air up front as much as possible.

  Lily came out of the bathroom. I watched her, and while she seemed steadier, I could see she was a little dazed by our encounter.

  I pulled a bottle of wine from my dad’s little wine stock and poured us each a glass thinking maybe it would help steady us both.

  “Are we camping out?” she asked as she took in the pile of blankets.

  “With the power out, the fire is the only source of heat.” I handed her the wine glass, my eyes like lasers as I watched her. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret what had happened between us. Maybe I should tell
her why I was so sure she didn’t need to worry about pregnancy.

  She gave me a small smile as she took the glass. “I could use that.”

  I nodded and kept my gaze on her as she sat down.

  “I feel like I need to apologize, Lily, but I’ll be honest, I can’t regret what we did. Even if your father does castrate me.”

  She let out a small laugh. “He won’t do that.”

  “I’m pretty sure he’ll want to.” I sat next to her, but not too close. “But if I hurt you or—”

  Her gaze whipped to mine. “You didn’t hurt me, Wyatt.” She gave me a small smile as she pressed her free hand to my face. “Not at all. It just…took me by surprise, I guess. And…”

  She didn’t finish her sentence, but I knew she was still thinking about that lack of a condom.

  I stared into the fire. “Please believe me when I tell you, you’re safe with me.”

  She let out a breath and then scooted closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I trust you.”

  I turned my head, kissing her hair. “That means a lot to me.”

  “And I don’t regret what we did, either.” She laughed again, and this time it sounded a little freer. “I was thinking that I should lose at poker more often.”

  “Did you throw the game?”

  She waggled her brows. “A woman never kisses and tells.”

  Unable to help myself, I ran my hand up her back and to her neck, pulling her to me for a kiss. Thankfully, she was with me on it, kissing me back. Now all I had to do was find some condoms so she’d feel better about getting naked with me again.

  My stomach growled, interrupting the moment. “Have you ever had dinner warmed by a fire?”

  “No.”

  “Well then, you’re in for a treat. I’ve got soup for dinner. How does that sound?”

  She smiled. “Rustic.”

  It took a few minutes to get everything set up, but once I did, we sat at the fire as the pot of soup heated, and we drank wine. On a bathroom break, I found a stash of condoms that must have been left by Josh. Thankfully the expiration date was still good. I tucked several into my pocket and then returned to find the soup warm enough for eating.