Bad & Bold - A 7 Book Bad Boy Romance Collection!

by Rhodes, Ashley

  MY PHONE PINGED and I rolled over, groaning. After a few late work nights, I’d finally gone to bed early. I should have turned off my alerts, but I was always worried I’d miss something.

  It was Neil.

  You asleep?

  No. Not anymore.

  Sorry. Did I wake you?

  It’s okay.

  Are you in bed?

  Yeah.

  Are you wearing sexy little pajamas like I’m imagining?

  A thrill of excitement swept through me. I decided to be bold.

  What if I told you I didn’t wear anything to bed?

  Then I’d wish I was there with you.

  What would you do, if you were here next to me?

  First off, the sheets would have to go. I’d want to see you lying naked on the bed.

  If that’s what you want, I’d throw the blankets to the floor.

  I’d drink in the sight of you, take in every inch of your skin.

  From your breasts to your ass to your legs.

  You’re beautiful.

  Flatterer.

  It’s true.

  What else would you do?

  I’d tell you to touch yourself. Take those nipples between your fingers and play with them.

  My breath caught in my throat. I’d never done anything like this before. Heat washed through me as I did what he said, rubbing one of my nipples in circles, sending sparks through my body.

  Are you getting hot, sweetheart?

  Yes. Absolutely, yes.

  Good. Now part those thighs so I can see you.

  All of you.

  I gasped out loud, the sound echoing in the room. I imagined Neil staring at the most private part of me. The thought filled me with heat. I slowly shifted my body until my legs were splayed on either side of me.

  Are your legs spread open, sweetheart?

  Yes.

  Good girl.

  You’re going to keep them there, you understand?

  Yes. I understand.

  Now take two fingers and suck on them.

  I hesitated. Was I really going to do this?

  Get them nice and wet.

  I switched my phone to my left hand and brought my right hand to my mouth, parting my lips and rolling my tongue around my index and middle finger.

  You know what I want you to do next?

  I was so turned on I could barely type. All I managed was a question mark.

  ?

  You’re going to sink those fingers into that tight hole of yours and fuck yourself with them.

  I moaned and thumped my head back on the pillow, but I followed his instructions, pulling my fingers out of my mouth and trailing them down my stomach before reaching between my legs. I was already wet. I circled around my entrance before pushing one finger in. I couldn’t stop the small cry that left my lips.

  You feel that warm, wet heat surrounding you?

  yes

  You feel those fingers pressing against your tight inner walls?

  yessss

  It’s gonna feel so much better when I sink my cock into you.

  I let out a short whine, my breath coming in quick gasps. I added the second finger, needing more, needing something bigger, thicker.

  You want that, sweetheart?

  You want me to pull out my cock and fuck you?

  I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined it, imagined a hard body pressed against me, imagined hands spreading my legs open, imagined a thick tool spearing me open in one long thrust. I inhaled a shaky breath and tried to focus my eyes on the screen, one hand still between my legs, fucking myself furiously, while the other held my phone. I concentrated on hitting the right letters.

  fuck yes. i need you. i need it.

  I need you to get me good and wet first, just like your fingers.

  mmm…

  I’m gonna push into your mouth and feel your tongue caressing the shaft.

  Wrap those pretty lips around me.

  Just like that. You’re so good at this, sweetheart.

  Like your mouth was made to take my cock.

  tastes so good…

  You want more? Want to take me deeper?

  I’m going give it to you so good, gonna make you take me all the way down.

  I can feel your slick tongue as I slide further into your mouth.

  I want to see those pretty pink lips stretched wide around the base of my cock.

  That’s it. Take me deep, that’s my good girl.

  You’re doing very well.

  In fact, I think you deserve a reward.

  I think I’m gonna take that tight cunt of yours now

  I’m gonna impale you on my cock and fill you up.

  I turned my head and bit into my pillow to muffle my heavy panting. I was so turned on, so close to the edge, but I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want it to end.

  fuck me!!

  Fuck sweetheart, you’re killing me.

  Can you feel it? Can you feel my thick cock filling you up?

  Mmm, you’re so fucking tight.

  Just want to keep fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.

  don’t stop

  I’m really gonna give it to you now, sweetheart. Gonna fucking pound you.

  harder!

  Goddamn, you’ve got the sweetest cunt.

  Gonna spill inside you, gonna make you take it all.

  You want that, sweetheart? Want to feel me fill you up?

  yes!

  Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.

  But first, you’re gonna do something for me.

  what

  You’re gonna come on my cock.

  hnnnnn

  That’s it, sweetheart.

  I want you to come.

  Touch yourself.

  Play with your clit.

  Want to feel you squeezing my cock when you go over the edge.

  Come for me.

  !!!!!!

  Mmm, just like that sweetheart. Did you come?

  yessss

  That’s my good girl.

  You can relax now.

  Take deep breaths.

  Oh my god… that was so hot.

  You’re the one who’s hot, sweetheart.

  I didn’t do anything. You’re the one with the dirty mouth.

  Just imaging you touching yourself was hot enough.

  I couldn’t even type anything at the end. I was so far gone all I managed was exclamation marks.

  That’s good to know. The next time you’re rendered speechless, that’s what I’ll look for.

  That really was awesome, Neil. Should I say thanks…?

  No need. The pleasure was all mine. Think you’ll be able to sleep now?

  I can barely stay awake.

  Then go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.

  “SO, WHAT’S WITH you and that producer?”

  I looked up from my phone, startled by the whisper in my ear. Gabrielle had snuck up on me, arms crossed over her chest, a grin on her face. I’d been hanging out near the tour buses, wanting to get some fresh air. The concert venue the guys would be playing at had a funky smell, like the sweat from every previous performer had sunk into the walls. I’d seen Deena scrunch up her nose and give the place a disgusted look, so I knew I wasn’t the only one. Luckily, we’d be in a different venue the next day.

  “Give me all the details,” Gabrielle continued.

  A small giddy smile creeped onto my lips. “So I guess you heard about that kiss?”

  “Everyone’s heard about that kiss.”

  “It’s kind of a long story.”

  “I’ve got time. The concert isn’t for hours.”

  “I’ve been messaging this one guy online for months. We sort of made plans to get together when summer was over. Turns out Neil’s the guy I’ve been messaging.”

  “Neil?”

  “Cornelius,” I corrected myself. “He goes by Neil online.”

  “And how are things going between you and Neil?�
�� She stretched out his name, giving me a playful smile.

  I furrowed my brow. “I thought I’d be seeing more of him since our first date, actually, but it’s been a while since I’ve been alone with him.”

  We’d had that one amazing date, and we’d been messaging each other every day, but we still hadn’t managed a second date. I knew his shooting schedule kept him busy, plus we were on different tour buses, but I was starting to worry that maybe he was avoiding me. That couldn’t have been the case, though. He sent me sexy messages non-stop, to the point where I always had to double check no one could see my phone’s screen before I opened any messages, just in case.

  “The film crew’s been pretty busy.” Gabrielle shrugged, confirming my own thoughts. Then she rolled her eyes. “And everyone knows Cornelius is a control freak who can’t sit still and let people do their jobs.”

  I wondered if that need for control would make itself known in bed.

  “You should take the initiative,” she said. “Make him stop working for a bit and take you out on another date.”

  “You think so? We are here for work, after all.”

  “Sure, go for it. He’s the one who kissed you. Make him realize what he’s missing.” She threw me a wink. “I think I saw him backstage.”

  I followed Gabrielle’s advice and finally tracked him down to one of the back offices. He had a pen in one hand and a stack of papers in the other and seemed to be marking them up profusely. I knocked on the door lightly and he looked up, an annoyed expression on his face. It cleared up a bit when he saw me, but he still had a slightly harried look.

  “Sorry for interrupting.”

  “It’s fine. I’m going over some production notes before tonight’s concert.”

  “Do you have a minute?”

  “Is it important?”

  I blinked. Important?

  “Well, not really. I just haven’t had the chance to talk to you in person in a while. Not since our first date.”

  He gave me a small smile and lowered his papers, but didn’t put them down. “Yeah, things have been pretty hectic over here. Now that the tour is in full swing, we’ve got a lot of scenes to shoot.”

  “I was hoping maybe we could get together for another date sometime soon? We’re leaving this city soon, but we’ll be in the next one for a few days. Maybe we could go somewhere?”

  Neil grimaced and shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t. I’ve got to re-work some of these shots. We missed the chance to grab close ups of Ren’s violin solo the last few concerts, and we really need to get them on film. Since they change up the set list every couple of days to keep things fresh, we’re always on a tight schedule.”

  “Oh.” I tried to hide my disappointment. I was busy, too, but I knew I could still manage to make time for Neil.

  “Well, maybe later when you’re not so busy?”

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll message you when it looks like I’ve got some free time.”

  “Sounds good.” I turned to leave.

  “Can you close the door on your way out? I don’t want to be disturbed.”

  I paused with my hand on the doorknob. Was I just a disturbance to Neil? I knew how seriously he took his work. I didn’t want to become a hindrance.

  I shut the door quietly and leaned against it on the other side. The hallways were full of staff and crew rushing around as usual. Neil wasn’t the only busy person on this tour.

  I couldn’t help the small pang of hurt rising in my chest. He had been so happy to find out who I was. He’d seemed so enthusiastic. Now it seemed like getting some alone time with him was going to be like pulling teeth.

  Maybe we really should have waited until summer was over.

  CHAPTER 13

  “TELL ME WHAT you think of this one?”

  The guys were backstage, a few hours before their next show. There were several cameras surrounding them, making sure to get their expressions from every angle, and I stood of sight beyond them.

  Neil was also there, making sure the scene was going the way he wanted. He’d shown up for the shoot early to set things up. I’d given him a small smile when I walked in and he returned it, but he didn’t say anything. I was hurt for a moment, wondering if he was trying to brush me off like the last time, until I realized we were in the middle of a shoot. Half the crew already thought we were totally hot for each other. He probably didn’t want to do anything to start more rumors.

  I’d worried what would happen when the band members filed in, and I was right to. Jayce had stopped still, his gaze flickering from me to Neil and back again. It was unnerving. Neil tensed up, but he met Jayce’s gaze straight on. After a few seconds of staring each other down, Jayce’s expression smoothed into his usual easy smirk as he got into character for the shoot. I didn’t think anyone else had noticed the small, awkward moment.

  I took a moment to gather myself. We were all professionals here. There was no reason we couldn’t work together.

  I took out my tablet and scrolled through an album of photos and videos. I’d gathered together some of the cool, random and weird things that Feral Silence’s fans had created in their honor.

  A few of the guys, like Jayce and Kell, were more active online and had already seen some of the things I showed them, but Morris and Ren were blown away by almost all of it. Morris himself was practically speechless, but Kell always had something to say. Usually something enthusiastic.

  “This is awesome! Someone drew a picture of us as cartoon superheroes?”

  “Female cartoon superheroes,” Jayce corrected him. “They drew us as girls. We’re in skirts. We have tiaras.”

  “Hey, why does Jayce get to be the one in front? Is she the leader? She had blond hair. Clearly I should be the leader. I’m the front man. I’ve got blond hair.”

  I stifled a laugh and snuck a peek at Neil. He was holding back a smile, his lips twitching. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and I knew what he was thinking. I’d said the same thing when I first showed Neil the picture. I should have known that would be Kell’s reaction.

  Jayce must have noticed our silent conversation. He shifted in his seat and looked uncomfortable for a moment, looking away from the cameras, eyes unfocused. I grimaced, feeling bad. I was essentially rubbing my relationship with Neil in Jayce’s face, and he would have to deal with that day in and day out for the rest of the tour.

  After a few moments, Jayce straightened his back and re-joined the conversation as if nothing had happened.

  “That blond one’s also a princess,” Ren chimed in.

  The rest of the band gave him a look.

  “Don’t ask me how I know that,” he added.

  “If you want, we could message the artist and ask her to draw another picture with you as Sailor Moon,” I suggested.

  “Awesome, let’s do it!”

  “No.” Morris and Ren were both in agreement: leave well enough alone.

  They were lucky I hadn’t shown them the more risqué pictures I’d found. At least this one had them fully clothed, although short-skirted.

  I was about to move on when a private message popped up on my phone. I tapped to dismiss it, and then stopped when I read the first few lines.

  you better watch yourself you stupid whore. you try to sink your claws into Jayce and you’ll get what’s coming to you

  My shoulders hunched up around my ears unconsciously, as if trying to protect myself from a blow. This was getting crazy. Was someone really out to get me? There was no way they could know who I really was, though. Right?

  “Ailey.”

  I jumped as Jayce whispered my name, trying not to look freaked out.

  “You okay?” he asked quietly.

  “I’m fine,” I mouthed. He nodded, still looking concerned, but dropped it for the moment.

  I shoved my phone back in my purse, determined to ignore the message. I wasn’t going to let some crazy fangirl ruin my day and interrupt my work.

  “What about this?”


  The guys crowded together over my tablet reading the screen silently. Kell must have been the fastest reader, because he was the first one to react.

  “No way! Are you kidding me?”

  “Is this… Seriously… What…?” Morris couldn’t even form words.

  “Let me get this straight. Someone wrote a dirty story about Morris and me having a sexual relationship, and for some reason decided to share it with the rest of the internet?” Ren was more amused than upset, but Morris’ face was bright red.

  “There’s more.” I swiped the screen and showed them the next one.

  “Oh god,” Jayce groaned. “This one is me?”

  “Wait, I thought Ren was with Morris. Why is he with Jayce, now?”

  “There’s a good contingent of fans who believe Morris and Ren are meant to be. There’s another that think Jayce and Ren are soulmates. These two sides have fierce debates over who’s right.”

  The three of them looked awed and embarrassed at the same time.

  “Wait, why aren’t I in these stories?” Kell protested. He took my tablet from my hands and started swiping and tapping, looking at the rest of the stories I’d found. “How come no one’s sexing me up?”

  Jayce took the tablet from him and started examining the stories himself.

  “For some reason, the fans don’t believe you’re having a relationship with anyone in the band,” I told him.

  Kell looked almost offended. “Am I not hot enough or what?”

  “I don’t think that’s the problem.” I didn’t want to tell him that half the fans thought his big head made him seem too difficult for any of the guys to handle. Plenty of fans thought Kell had an ego larger than life and couldn’t imagine him having a sexual relationship with any member of the band. I was sure he wouldn’t appreciate knowing everyone thought he was too egotistical to be “sexed up” by Jayce, Morris or Ren.

  “Not only do we have to worry about fans getting jealous of potential girlfriends because we’re not dating them instead, now they’ll get mad if they think we’re not dating each other.” Morris groaned.