Foreplay: A Bad Boy's Baby Romance

by Rye Hart

  I reached into my pocket and took out the small box. And before she turned to see what I was doing, I dropped to one knee. “What are you—Oh, Chance!” She put her hand to her heart and tears pooled in her eyes as they grew red.

  “I love you, Carrie. Will you be my wife?” She was on her knees with me before I could finish, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her mouth moving on mine.

  She paused her kiss but did not pull away as she blurted her yes against my lips. We kissed for what seemed like minutes and then she pulled away, wiping her eyes and finally saw the ring.

  “Oh, it’s gorgeous!” She held out her hand as I slipped the heavy ring on her slender finger.

  “If it’s too much, I’ll get you a smaller one that you can wear daily.”

  “No, it’s perfect!” She held her hand to her heart and then kissed me again. “Take me home,” she whispered against my neck. When I met her eyes, she gave me a smoldering look and licked her lips.

  We hurried to the car where she straddled my lap, and we made out until we got to our house. I took her upstairs, and by the time we reached the top, we’d left a trail of clothes behind us.

  She stood by the bed and waited as I climbed in and reached for her hand. I pulled her down with me, but she stopped at my hips, taking my cock with her ringed grip.

  She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my tip, then snaked her tongue out to roll it around my head. I hissed in a sharp breath as she let her teeth graze my shaft, and then a splash of hot precum hit her tongue causing her to moan.

  She closed her mouth around me, and I reached down and put my hand on her hip, encouraging her to turn. “Straddle my face, angel. I want to lick that little slit of yours.” She did as I asked, and soon her bare little mound hovered above me. I stuck out my tongue and let it glide along her folds, parting them so I could get a taste deep inside her channel. I held her ass with one hand, moving her against me, and rubbed my thumb against her tender clit with the other.

  She responded to my touch by going weak kneed, and her weight shifted as she came. I held her up, licking her deep and tasting her salty sweet nectar as it coated my tongue.

  I rolled her over and pulled away, anxious to get inside my fiancé. I let the word sink in and knew my life was complete.

  EPILOGUE - CARRIE

  The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me when he pulled away and lay me on my side.

  It was our first time as betrothed lovers, and I wanted it perfect. We were off to a good start.

  I was still trembling as he rolled me onto my back and I let my legs fall open wide, so he could enter me. I needed to feel him filling me up, and I felt like such a lucky girl that he would be mine for the rest of our lives.

  The past year had been so crazy with the move and my father’s surgery. Now that he’d finally recovered and was happy with his new life, I felt like I could breathe again and that it was time for me to live. The proposal couldn’t have come at a better time, and with me starting art school in the fall, it was going to be an exciting year.

  His weight pressed against my hips and his cock sheathed itself inside me in one hard thrust. I’d gotten used to him over the past year and not many a day had gone by that we weren’t together.

  He angled my hips, and his cock brushed against my most tender spot, and I squealed and whimpered, begging for more. “Don’t stop, please.” I dug my nails into his back as I bucked my hips upward and he growled out with pleasure. The heavy ring was going to take some getting used to, and I wondered just how many karats it was as my orgasm hit and wiped away all care from the world.

  I was going to be his wife, and that was all that mattered. He rolled us over, and my legs found their place astride him, and I settled around his base, grinding to gain more pleasure.

  I loved how thick his cock was, especially around his base, and I clenched my walls around him milking his cock, needing it to soak me. I reached around behind me and stroked his balls, lifting them against my ass, and he moaned.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me want inside that tight fucking hole.” He had taken my ass and had it trained to his cock almost as well as my pussy, and I ached at my core as I thought about him using it.

  “What if I want it?”

  His eyes met mine. “I don’t know if I could be gentle. I’m about to pound that sweet little slit of yours.”

  “Mm. I’ll be your wife soon, so you can take me however you want.” He’d always been gentle with my ass, but I wanted more. I didn’t need him to treat me so tenderly. I wanted to feel desired, and I loved the way he was when he lost all restraint.

  Something flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he scooted us to the end of the bed and lifted me up and placed me on my back against the bed. He pulled away, stroking his cock to keep it ready.

  “Get on your hands and knees. Just like earlier.”

  As I found my hands and knees on the soft bed, a strong hand slapped my ass cheek, and I whimpered as it stung. Then that same hand, still warm from the friction, came up against my mound, finding my clit.

  “I hope you meant what you said, angel. Because I’m not going to be easy on your little ass.” His voice had always made me wet, and I felt a tickle in my pussy as he growled the words into my ear.

  He spread my cheeks apart and licked my tight hole. Then his mouth went away and was replaced by his thick head which rubbed me up and down from my clit to my little star which was clenching from anticipation.

  “Relax for me, Carrie.” He rubbed his cock against my hole, pressing it hard.

  I gave up my resistance and his head pushed inside me, the thick rim of it spreading me wider. I winced at the pressure as it consumed me and then he began to rock forward, fucking my ass slowly.

  My pussy dripped, still soaked from my orgasms and the building need as he thrust into me.

  “I’m going to fill that pussy too.” I heard him reach inside the drawer by our bed and then a moment later the buzzing noise filled my ears. He stopped rocking inside my ass until he put the vibrator in place inside my channel. “Hold it there, angel. I’m going to take you harder now.”

  The feeling of both of my holes being filled was so intense, and as he sped up his pace, I could feel my orgasm building. Chance gave me a few hard thrusts, and then he moaned as his cock poured into my ass. He kept right on pounding me, and I couldn’t hold the vibrator any longer. I dropped it, and it fell to the bed still buzzing as my juices dripped down my thighs and my face hit the bed.

  Chance pulled out of me and lifted me up, carrying me to the shower where he adjusted the temperature and placed me under the soft, hot rain. Then he held me from behind and kissed me tenderly as his cock brushed up against my back.

  “You’re amazing, angel. I can’t wait until you’re my wife and you have my name and my children.”

  “You want children?” I’d been on the pill for years even though I was a virgin. I’d used it to regulate my periods, and I had never really considered babies.

  “Yes, I want everything with you, Carrie. I’ve never wanted these things before you, and I don’t think I could have ever wanted them with anyone else.” He’d always made sure to let me know how special I was, and that those others had never compared to me. It was a sweet gesture, but unnecessary. I saw the way he loved me, and it was enough.

  He cradled me in his arms and washed me, soaping up my breasts with a firm grip and then rubbing his soapy hand from my smooth mound to my tender ass. He paid special attention to that area and soon again, his cock hardened.

  “Fuck, angel. I’m hard for you again.” He pressed his hips against me, and I moaned turning to face him.

  “I’m always ready for you.” I was so horny from his hands rubbing me that I’d almost made the suggestion.

  “Greedy girl. You want more don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Good girl.” He grabbed my hips and aimed his cock at my soaked little slit, and soon w
e were at it again. I’d never get enough.

  The End

  More Steamy Romance By Rye Hart

  About the author:

  Rye Hart. Own Your Naughty.

  Rye Hart is an Amazon Bestseller for the following books in her Rock Hard Series:

  Rock Hard Baby Daddy (#22 US Amazon Bestseller)

  Rock Hard SEAL (#36 US Amazon Bestseller)

  Rock Hard Fake Groom (#40 US Amazon Bestseller)

  Rock Hard Boss (#44 US Amazon Bestseller)

  Rock Hard Daddy (#52 US Amazon Bestseller)

  Damaged Goods (#19 US Amazon Bestseller)

  CUFF ME Daddy (#58 US Amazon Bestseller)

  Rye writes about powerfully sexy women and the hot alpha bad boys who love them. You will not find any cheating here. Rye's books are packed with hot passionate love and happy ever after endings.

  Personal Note from Author:

  Rye Hart here! Thank you for supporting a new indie romance author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed my book means the world!

  Want to read MORE?

  Check out my bookshelf. For a limited time, my books are just 99c and always free on Kindle Unlimited. Please click here to be taken to my Amazon author page.

  I’ve also included sneak peaks for the top three best sellers, within my Rock Hard Series, in the following pages.

  Bodyguard

  CHAPTER ONE -KAILEY

  Finally, after a ten-hour shift in the ER, I could relax on my birthday. It was sweet that the other nurses threw me a party between sutures and car-accident victims, but the real party started in about an hour. My best friend, Brianna, knew exactly how stressful my life could be, so she decided to throw me a party at Pistols, the hottest nightclub in Detroit. It was the spot where everyone went. It was rare that I could go because I always got stuck with the overnight shift on the weekends. Either way, I was looking forward to celebrating my birthday in style. Pistols was going to be insane, and I planned to look hot.

  I jumped in the shower and did my normal exfoliate, cleanse, condition, and moisturize routine before I got out and applied my lotion and perfume. I towel-dried my hair and walked into my room to pick out my bra and panties for the night. It was my birthday, and I fully expected to get laid. Though most men didn’t really give a shit about the underwear I wore, it made me feel sexy and confident to put on something pretty. I grabbed my go-to hot-pink lace thong and matching push-up bra, threw them on, and stared at myself in the mirror. All my hard work at the gym was finally paying off; my ass looked amazing.

  My phone buzzed on the counter, and I smiled when I saw a group text from the girls. Our birthdays were like a freaking holiday. We counted down the days, hours, and minutes until blastoff. I pressed the button and read the message to myself: 30 minutes until kickoff, bitches!!

  I laughed as I tossed my phone on the bed and pulled my birthday dress off the hanger on my closet door. It was dark turquoise, which complimented my bluish-green eyes. I slipped the dress over my head and pulled it down over my tits before posing in the mirror. It was spandex, with a plunging neckline, and hugged every single curve, exaggerating my cleavage. The hem came down to right below my ass. I admired myself in the mirror, grinning at how sexy I looked. I went back to the bathroom to work on my makeup, deciding that this night called for a little glow. I put on the good stuff I saved for events, keeping it simple and not too thick before dabbing cherry-flavored lip gloss on my plump lips. My hair fell in perfect beach curls, so I added some gel to make it stay through the night. Perfect.

  Just as I had slipped on my wedges and grabbed my clutch, I heard my Uber honk outside. I hurried from my house, locking the door behind me and shuffling down the walkway. As I stepped up to the car, I saw my driver check out my legs. I shrugged, taking it as a compliment. He would think about me later tonight, when he was alone in his room, desperate for a release.

  “Where are we headed?” he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.

  “Pistols, please,” I said in a singsong voice. I pulled out my compact and checked my makeup one last time.

  “Oh, fancy nightclub,” he said, trying to make small talk. “Meeting some friends?”

  “Yep, it’s my birthday,” I replied with a smile.

  “Happy Birthday!” he said excitedly.

  I pulled out my phone and flipped through my emails, hoping to not find one informing me I was on call tomorrow. I jumped through hoops to get a Friday night and Saturday off, and I did not want that ruined. Luckily there was no such email. I happily threw my phone back in my clutch and focused on the night ahead.

  I lived outside the city, so it took about twenty minutes to get to the club from my house. When we pulled up, I saw the girls standing outside on the sidewalk with balloons and birthday sashes.

  “Happy Birthday!” they said collectively as I curtsied to them on the curb.

  “Here,” Brianna said, walking forward in her stilettos and putting a hot-pink “Birthday Girl” sash over my head. “The princess must wear her sash at all times. I didn’t bring the tiara because of last year’s debacle with Ann Marie’s hair. It seriously took three hours to get that thing untangled.”

  “Well, maybe the birthday girl shouldn’t have been giving head in the bathroom of the club,” I whispered so only Brianna could hear.

  “That is very true,” she laughed. “Okay, you’re all set. Let’s go get our table and have some drinks!”

  We flashed our ID’s to the bouncer and strutted into the dark nightclub. The music was loud and it vibrated through my chest. I bit my lip and winked at a group of guys who were standing by the bar, staring at our group as we walked by like supermodels. I looked up as our promoter friend, Timmy, came toward us, waving and holding a clipboard. He came right toward me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pressed his lips to my cheek.

  “Girl!” he squealed. “You look fabulous, just fabulous.”

  “Thank you,” I said, twirling in a circle for him.

  “Okay, ladies, right this way,” Timmy said, gathering the group and leading us to our table.

  There were three bottles of vodka and carafes of orange juice already set up. Screwdrivers were my absolute favorite. We went to town immediately, pouring drinks, talking loudly over the music, and scoping the dance floor for any hot men to claim. Brianna stepped in front of me and smiled, waving her finger at me in a come-hither style.

  I grabbed my phone and tossed my clutch to one of the other girls, following Brianna onto the dance floor. As the vodka began to take hold and the music surged through my body, I leaned back and danced to the beat. My hips swayed back and forth, and I ran my hands over my body, biting my lip at a guy across the room.

  As the club started to fill up, the temperature rose, and I couldn’t help but feel sweat dripping down my neck and between my tits. Brianna winked at me as some hot Latino man gyrated his hips behind her, grabbing her stomach and pressing her ass against his crotch. I laughed and gave her the thumbs-up sign, feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the balmy temperature. When the song ended, I walked off to the side and fanned myself with a flyer, trying to cool down. I glanced over my shoulder at the side door and walked over to the bouncer, whispering in his ear that I needed some air. He nodded his head and told me to knock when I was ready to come back in. He opened the door and then quickly shut it behind me.

  I stumbled slightly into the alley and let out a deep breath as the air dried the sweat on my body. I could hear the usual sounds of Detroit and shook my head, feeling thankful that I decided to buy a little house in the suburbs. As I went to knock on the door, I heard shouting at the other end of the alley. I looked down toward three people standing there. They were screaming incoherently, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to see more. Something about the situation felt wrong. I grabbed my cell phone, scooting back and hiding behind the dumpster. As the argument escalated, I watched as one of the men pulled something from hi
s jacket pocket. It was dark, so I couldn’t see it right away. By the time I realized what it was, he raised it in the air and pulled the trigger, shooting the woman in the head.

  As if I were watching in slow motion, blood splattered all over the wall, and the woman’s body fell backward in a heap. I nearly screamed, bringing my hand up and covering my mouth as I dialed 911 on my phone. My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely press the right numbers.

  “911, what’s your emergency?”

  “Yes,” I whispered not wanting the shooter to know I was here. “I am in the alley next to Pistols, a man just…”

  At that moment, I could hear sirens. Suddenly a police officer yelled out, chasing after the two men. They ran straight down the alley in my direction, and I froze, dropping my phone on the ground as they raced toward me. I put my hands in the air and backed up against the wall as they ran up to me, staring me straight in the face before the officer lunged forward and tackled one of them. The other guy ran down the corridor and into the street. I stepped back and watched the policeman wrestle the killer to the ground and pull his arms behind his back, handcuffing him and standing up to check on the victim. It was no use; she was already dead.

  “Are you okay?” the police officer asked, looking at me with concern. All I could do was shake my head yes as the killer growled at my feet.

  Whatever answer I gave, I wasn’t okay. I was far from okay.

  CHAPTER TWO - LOGAN

  It had been ten years since my wife was shot and killed. Yet I still found myself attending parole hearings for her murderer. We had just gotten married and were out for a stroll, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Detroit was different back then—booming and lively. Walking through the streets wasn’t quite as dangerous as it is now. The guy was a punk kid who had been in and out of jail his whole life. He cornered us, and when I didn’t have enough cash in my wallet, he took my wife’s life instead. Just watching his smug face from across the courtroom brought back all the emotions I felt that night. That was the night I decided to become a cop.