Reckless: A Bad Boyz Anthology

by Anthology

  “Wait, am I being grouped with you about this?”

  “Yes, probably as some sort of accessory. I told you to leave for a reason, but since you decided to stay, this is what happens.”

  “I see.” My head nodded in acknowledgment of his words.

  For the third time that day, my thoughts began to jumble as I thought of what that meant. It was like I was actually dead. I could not return to my life as usual anymore, but what did that mean for him and me. He apparently wasn’t trying to kill me, but why keep me along with him?

  Troy turned after a few minutes with a plate of what looked and smelled like chili.

  “You still eat pork?” he asked.

  “Yeah, how did you know?”

  “We did go to the same high school and shared the same lunch period,” he responded without looking at me again, just putting food in his bowl. “You’re welcome to eat in your room or elsewhere. It’s ground beef and pork chili.”

  “I do not mind eating with you,” I quickly said as I didn’t want to be alone. “Plus, thanks so much for saving me. I do not think I said thank you.”

  He nodded in response and sat at the bar. We ate in silence until the food was all gone and silence flowed through the room. I didn’t know what to say and Troy seemed to be a man of little words.

  “Do you know how long we’ll be here?” I asked.

  “It’s too soon to tell just yet. My brother will come out here soon to let us know the temperature.” He looked at me, then said. “That will tell us our next move.”

  “Okay, but can’t you just call him?” I asked.

  “No, one call only. That’s the rule. Anything else can be traced.” He clarified.

  I nodded my head.

  “So, what will we do here until he comes.”

  “There are plenty of books in the library. That’s the room across from yours. There are some games in there as well.”

  “O-kay.” I picked up my plate and said, “Great meal and since you cooked, I’ll do dishes.”

  He nodded and went into the living room. After I had washed the dishes, I met Troy on the couch reading a book. Following suit, I went into the library and searched through book after book. I wasn’t familiar with most of them, but there was one book that caught my eye. 10-80 by Xyla Turner. There was a woman on the front of cover with a cute guy with his hands on hips. My internship in high school was at the county sheriff’s office, so I knew that 10-80 was code for pursuit in progress. I grabbed the book and turned to join Troy on the couch.

  My mistake was sitting right next to him because he slowly lowered his book into his lap and said, “Savannah, what are you doing?”

  “Nothing. Just reading,” I held up my book and smiled.

  He got up and moved to the single rocking chair, lifted his book to read then he said, “Told you before, you do not know what you’re asking.”

  I sighed, then said, “And I also remember asking if you promised.”

  Standing up, I moved into my room.

  Fucking man, called my bluff right away. Well, I, at least had a few more days before his brother showed up to get what I want. This was probably not the best of situations to be in, but if I had to be in it, I might as well get something enjoyable out of this new sense of freedom.

  Chapter 4: Troy

  THIS WAS THE simplest job in my entire career of being an assassin for hire. I had to only shoot as he passed through the mall.

  Fucking simple.

  Until Savannah Jones came strutting her ass over there. In some ways, it saved my life, but in another way, she now was no longer able to return to hers. This life was chosen for me and I embraced it. So did Seth, but she deserved more than landing with the likes of me. She deserved more.

  First I thought she was working with the double agent to distract me, but she was too shaken up for all of that. Truth be told, she probably would not have said two words to me if I hadn’t seen her the day before outside of Wade’s about to get into it with her deadbeat ex-husband. I’ve been trained to not believe in coincidences, but my gut told me she was clean. Even after Savannah escaped and almost killed herself. No one could not say, she was not courageous or even crazy. She ran in bear, wolf, and fox territory to escape me.

  One thing that was weird was her taking all of this in, she reacted a little late, but she did and let it go. Even tried to sidle up to me. That shit, she needs to stop, because I will not keep my restraint from her too much longer. Then she’ll be running back to those same woods.

  Fuck, I’ve had that happen.

  A woman could not handle my level of intimacy and she bolted. That was fine, but now I make sure they know. I fuck hard, rough and their asses will be a guaranteed red.

  Most of my restraint with her went out the door as I took off her clothes and if she wasn’t shaking like a damn leaf, I might have stayed and bathed with her. She needed to feel safe again, so I needed to give her that.

  It was around eleven at night and all was quiet. When I checked her room, she was asleep with the book on her chest. I marked it and put it to the side so she could pick up where she left off. The book looked intriguing and almost reminded me of our situation. Trapped by the world, they live in. I might have to read that when she finished.

  There was not much sleep to be had, after I shut the house down, patrolled the grounds and secured the area. When I did wake from whatever sleep I stole was interrupted by the seductive smell of bacon and coffee. As I mentally took inventory of what Susan, the secretary, stored in the house, I relaxed. She always dropped the food off when we had a job, just in case anything went wrong, but she never returned to cook it.

  Fuck!

  Savannah.

  I freshened up in the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to see her bending over, peering into the oven with pink and yellow print boxer briefs that showed the bottom of her ass. My dick was already at half-staff, but that image sent me over the edge. He grew as I walked closer.

  Fuck, she was tempting me.

  She had on a tank top, revealing that she did not have on a bra.

  Goddamit.

  As I turned to leave and relieve that morning wood, she must have heard me.

  “You’re not hungry.” Her voice massaged all over my body as I stood behind the bar with my dick hard as a rock. “I made breakfast for us.”

  She was smiling that same smile from high school, that sent all the boys wild. She was used to getting her way, but I wasn’t those kids in high school, nor was I a man she could trifle with.

  “I’ll eat when you put on some damn clothes,” I sneered.

  Her head jerked back at my words, then she said, “It’s eighty-five degrees in here. I was not going to wear sweats and a hoodie around here.”

  “It’s only seventy degrees.”

  “Well, I am behind a stove, so forgive me if it’s fifteen degrees higher than normal.” She raised her eyebrow up.

  Fuck.

  The vixen decided to bring the plate of bacon to me. She smirked as the plate hit the counter, then she turned, sashayed her sexy ass back over to the stove to get the plate of eggs and repeated the same move for the waffles, our plates, silverware, and syrup.

  “How is it that this place is fully stocked with food?” She asked.

  “We have a girl that stocks the place before every job,” I grounded out.

  “Ah,” she said as she reached over me to grab the syrup and her erect nipple grazed my hand.

  “Savannah,” I growled, as she turned around and those pouty lips were so close to mine. “Get the fuck off of me,” I snapped.

  “Okay, fine. So goddamn touchy.” She slid back to her seat next to me.

  She filled her plate and mine and we ate in silence again. It was silent agony as my dick was at full staff and ready for take-off. I needed to get out of there, but I did not want her to see how much she affected me.

  Once she finished, she gathered her plate, fork, cup and the syrup bottle. As soon as she cleare
d the stool, she dropped the bottle. So instead of her coming back to pick it up, she bent her tight body down, ass in the air and the bottom of her cheeks peeking through the shorts.

  Quickly I turned my head because I was hanging by a thread. I wanted to redden her ass so bad, it hurt. As I tried to reach for the orange juice, I felt warmth hit my side. Something was touching me. Slowly, I turned my head to see Savannah was standing straight up, but leaning on me with her back turned. Her bare shoulders were calling for me to bite them and the piece of material she called a shirt, I was seconds from ripping.

  “Savannah?” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Sorry, I lost my balance.”

  She moved.

  When she left, I downed the last of my juice and stood to leave. “Do not worry about my plate, I’ll get it when I come back.”

  I flew out of the kitchen into the bathroom and turned on the water to wipe my face.

  There was no fucking way, I’d be able to stay here with her like this. She was killing me.

  My head hung over the sink as I was bended at the waist, trying to let the cold water soothe my temperature. When I lifted my head up, my heart almost stopped. I had been in training to be an assassin all my life. I was taught how to overcome torture, snap a man’s neck and shoot while standing on my head. All of that preparation did not prepare me to find Savannah Jones on her knees next to me with her hands behind her back.

  She was submitting to me.

  She was begging for it.

  The thread snapped and there would be no more running.

  “Take it,” I commanded as I turned to face her.

  My dick was straining against my basketball shorts and it was evident how hard I was. She eagerly fumbled with my short’s drawstring and pulled them down to reveal my bouncing dick. I stepped out of them and when I returned Savanah’s eyes were wide with what I would guess would be anticipation. I saw no fear, so I told her, “You wanted it, now what are you going to do with it?”

  She smiled slightly, then wrapped both hands around it as she massaged. Her mouth joined the mix and those pouty lips encased me as far as she could go.

  Goddamn.

  She looked so fucking good with my dick in her mouth. She sucked on me while her tongue caressed the underbelly and her hands ran over everything she could not capture.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  The vixen moaned with me in her mouth causing a vibration to go through my entire body. Enough of what she could do, but what I wanted her to do. My fingers snaked through her soft and slightly wavy hair and gripped what I could grab to guide her motions. She let me take control and I pushed in and out of her mouth. It was rough, but her moans signaled she enjoyed every bit. I had a solid grasp on her and I did not loosen as I fucked her mouth. As I was about to come, I used both hands to hold her face still so I would come deep down her tight throat.

  “Take it all, darling,” I whispered.

  Her eyes met mine as I watched how her mouth widened to take more of me. I was long and thick and that mouth was wet and snug around my dick. I pumped inside of her and on a growl, released my seed in the back of her throat.

  “Swallow every drop.” I pushed forward while holding her face in place.

  She gagged a bit but opened her throat wider to take me. I pushed deeper and she relaxed her throat even more.

  “Good fucking girl,” I said as I pulled out.

  She licked her lips and smiled.

  “Bend over the sink,” I commanded.

  A flash of excitement passed over her when she heard my words. She eloquently rose and walked over the sink and obeyed me. As I took my position behind her, I slapped her ass to watch it bounce. Savannah Jones, blond hair, and blue-eyed vixen always had that ass. Since she was a dancer, she knew how to move it as well.

  Her yelp from my slap caused me to rub the area of my latest sting. She rotated her ass around, like only a temptress would, asking for more. Ripping down those boxers, I slid to the floor with them to my knees. I kissed both of her creamy globes as I ran my hand down the side of her thigh.

  “Put your leg,” I tapped the one that I wanted, “on top of the counter.”

  She stepped out of her shorts and lifted her leg. I reversed my position so that I was in front of her with my back against the sink cabinet. Her glistening pussy was bared to me, so I took my course like any red-blooded man would. Latching on to her clit, I sucked and flicked it with my tongue. Her moans filled the small bathroom, as I continued to suck her stiff nub.

  My fingers were digging into her ass as I pulled her center more and more into my mouth. My tongue veered as I begin to lick her juices that had pooled on the inside, waiting for me.

  God, she tasted exquisite.

  Fucking addictive.

  Her fingers slid over my low haircut and she gripped my head like I had hers and begin to move her pussy the way she wanted all over my face. I slapped her ass and she continued to rock against me.

  “Troy,” she moaned. “I am about to cum.”

  “Now, darling. Come in my mouth.”

  I slapped her ass again and she twirled her hips around three times faster and held my head as she slowed down and jerked a few times. I latched back on her clit and begin to rub it fiercely with my tongue as she squeezed my head tighter and folded over the sink, moaning my name.

  “God, Troy,” she uttered in a low voice.

  After I had licked her dry, I moved back behind her and pushed her back over the sink.

  “Meant to do this before, but I’ve wanted a piece of that ass since high school.” Holding her down with my hand in her back, “You’ll get seven for fucking with me since the parking lot.”

  “Umm, hmm,” she nodded her head, then put her fingers in her mouth.

  Goddamit.

  I slapped her once and watched my fingerprints start to form in red. Then I slapped the other cheek and said, “That’s two.”

  She poked her heart-shaped ass out further and moaned, “Yes.”

  Fuck me.

  I slapped her ass again in a different spot and followed up with another to the other side.

  “Sweet girl, you’ve been driving me crazy for the past three days. That’s three and four.”

  Once again, her ass protruded out towards me. I could not help it, but I bent down and kissed each round melon again, right before I slapped them both.

  “You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you?” I caressed her ass.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “I deserve a good spanking.”

  What?

  Savannah Jones, the townie, was asking to be spanked and was enjoying it. Not too many things surprised me, but her asking and damn near coming on to me to get it, she did deserve it. My hand raised and I brought it down hard on her left ass cheek.

  She moaned loud and long. Reaching around, I touched her pussy and felt how wet she was. She wanted this and much more. My dick was back to its full attention as I watched the sexy ass woman absorb my punishment.

  “Are you clean?” I said while staring at her red ass.

  “Yeah, I am clean and on birth control.” She twirled her hips.

  “Darling, I do not have the tools here, but I can have them by tomorrow at the latest. From what I can tell, you’re not familiar with anal and you are tight as fuck. Your little hole could barely take my tongue.”

  She shook her head while saying, “No, I’ve never done anal, but I’d love for you to take my ass.”

  What?

  Pulling her up by the front of her neck, I whispered in her ear, “Do you know what you are saying?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  I had her all wrong. I needed to find out what she was not.

  “What else do you want me to do?” I whispered in her ear.

  She moved her hips around me and said, “Anything you want.”

  “Savannah,” I licked her neck, “Darling, Are you sure?”

  Moving my tongue to her shoulder, I bit it, then licke
d it to soothe the pain.

  “Oh yes,” she cooed as her hands snaked around the front to pull me closer. “I’ll beg.”

  Why didn’t I know this about her?

  Chapter 5: Savannah

  OH. MY. GOD.

  Troy was everything and more and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. My body was strumming to his entire beat. Whatever he wanted, I knew I would not turn him down. He was in my system now, and my body was now craving him. Literally his touch, his voice, and God, his fucking tongue.

  Troy still had his face in the side of my neck with his hand clasped in the front of it, with his fingers stretched across my jaw. His other hand wrapped around my stomach as he pulled me away from the sink and walked me to his room.

  When we arrived, he turned me around but his hand was still on my neck. It wasn’t hard, but it was hot as shit. It was as if he had complete and utter possession. His forefinger and middle pressured against my lips, urging me to open them. Once he had access, he pushed in and I started to suck on them. His eyes dilated right before me.

  “Sweet, darling,” he murmured as he watched me take his fingers in my mouth.

  He pulled his hand away from me, then pushed me on the bed. It was not hard, but since I was already off balance, I lightly fell back on the bed. Troy took off his shirt off, then ripped mine off as well. He dropped to the bed and wrapped his lips around my nipple, savoring it like they would disappear. My moans were loud and unrecognizable as he worshiped each nipple. Then he pulled away and slapped both of them.

  I think I just came again. My back arched on its own accord and he slapped them again.

  “Like that, darling?”

  No words could be spoken, so I just nodded my head. Troy spread my legs and stared down at my center.

  “Darling, I am clean,” he said. “I do not fuck around without protection ever.”

  His eyes remained on my bottom region, then he put a knee in the bed, lined up his hard, long cock to my wet pussy and rolled it around the lips.

  “So, tight.” He murmured.

  He pressed some more and there was discomfort, but I hadn’t slept with someone in about eight months. That did not seem so long ago, but Troy was extraordinarily huge.