Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 2)

by Kylie Parker

  “Nope…” Looking much calmer than before, Isabelle sat on Monica’s left across from Kate.

  “Hmmm…” With her legs crossed, Kate put her left elbow on her left knee and leaned forward. Then, she began to tap her forehead with her index finger.

  “Huh! Don’t tell me it’s a 50-year old with a taste for women half his age!” Kate was scared by that thought.

  “Nah...” Isabelle smirked.

  “He’s young, rich, handsome, polite, really tall and… quite a charmer, if you ask me.” Isabelle last statement added to Kate’s curiosity. But, by that time, Monica was getting curious as well.

  “I need a description, darling,” she hummed.

  “Later. I’m hungry…” Isabelle reached out and took a slice of pizza out of the pizza box.

  “What did you tell him? And what took you so long?” Kate still had questions.

  “I told him we’re having a girls’ night in, but he wouldn’t let me leave like that. He wanted to play something for me; I’m telling ya, he’s pretty good. But, he’s quite greedy, too.” Isabelle’s smug smile reappeared.

  “Greedy? What, he wanted money?” Monica’s voice got high-pitched.

  “Um… no. He wanted a kiss.” Isabelle’s smile grew even broader.

  “Huh! You didn’t!” Monica got upset.

  “Guilty as charged…” Isabelle raised her hands in the air and at shoulder height with the half-eaten slice of pizza still in her right hand. Monica pushed her to the left with her right hand while Kate was surprisingly cool about it.

  “How was it?” she asked, in a low tone.

  “Oh…” Isabelle raised her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She shut them, reminiscing about the kiss.

  “It was slow, sweet, tender… God, my knees were shaking. He’s got, like, really full lips. My favorite… And don’t get me started on his scent. It was really masculine. God, what a man…” Watching Isabelle’s gesturing (with both hands in the air and clenching her fists, while describing the kiss), Kate grabbed a pillow from her right and threw it at her.

  “Shut up! I’m sooooooo jealous!” she exclaimed.

  Isabelle opened her eyes and lowered them. Glaring at Kate, she accused her:

  “Yeah, said the little horndog who’s been fucking her gardener for two days straight. How many times did you guys do it? Five? Eight? Ten?” She was clearly annoyed.

  “Fourteen…” Kate had no choice but to avert her gaze from Isabelle and look down at the pizza box on the table. Then, Isabelle grabbed the pillow Kate had thrown her seconds earlier and threw it back at her. She even heard Monica’s laughter as she did.

  “This must be her personal record or something…” Monica collapsed onto Isabelle’s shoulder, holding her stomach.

  “You’ve had sex fourteen times in two days, but I kissed a guy and you’re jealous? Can you believe the nerve on that chick?” Isabelle addressed Monica, expecting her approval. But her friend could not utter a word. The only thing she could do at that time was a nod while laughing very hard.

  “Well, in my defense, there was nothing romantic about it. And, I doubt there will ever be. Sean’s a good guy, really. But, I don’t see a future in this.” Kate’s sad tone did not discourage either of them.

  “Sure there’s a future in this, Kate. He’s got a lot of stamina, though. I’ll give him that.” Isabelle kept teasing her friend.

  “Wait a minute. You never told us his name. Who is he?” Kate looked right into Isabelle’s eyes. However, the smart flight attendant did not freeze, even though she dreaded that moment.

  “I’m gonna let you properly introduce yourself to him, Katie. You’ll see what I’m talking about.” At that moment, Isabelle looked at Monica to her left.

  “You’ll both see what I’m talking about.”

  Chapter Nine

  “God, I wanna hear his voice again. Damn it, Isabelle. You should have given him your number…”

  After a fun night with her two friends, at 00:15, Isabelle was lying in bed under a fuchsia blanket. She had looked out her window earlier, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dean. Although the window overlooked his porch twenty yards to the left, he was not there anymore. Isabelle opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out his business card.

  “Let’s see how your voice sounds over the phone, Mr. Marshall.

  Isabelle began to dial Dean’s number, sensing her pulse rising.

  “Hello?”

  “Dean? It’s Isabelle…”

  “Oh. Hey…” he sounded relieved.

  “Hope I’m not bothering you. You weren’t sleeping, were you?”

  “No, I’m just glad it’s you. What’s up?”

  Isabelle remained silent.

  “It’s alright. I like your voice. It’s pretty sweet. Listen; you ran off so fast that I didn’t get a chance to invite you to my spa. It’s called Feminine; it’s less than two miles north. You can bring your friends. All services are on the house. Say, 10:30am?”

  “I’ll tell them in the morning. I don’t think it will take me long to convince ‘em. Thanks a lot, that’s very sweet of you.”

  “Don’t mention it. Goodnight…”

  “Goodnight.”

  Isabelle was ecstatic. She would see Dean again in a few hours and would probably discover why Kate did not like him, should they run into each other. Nevertheless, she could not stop speculating on the reasons why her friend advised her to stay away from him. After a day full of surprises, Isabelle preferred to sleep on a happy thought. Soon afterward, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, eagerly anticipating the moment she would meet with Dean again.

  The next morning, as expected, both Monica and Kate loved the idea of a free spa. They thanked Isabelle for it and at 10:05am, they all met in the kitchen, ready to go. Kate wore black leggings and a tight red t-shirt along with her red Converse All-Stars. Monica had on a gray sweatshirt, dark blue yoga bottoms and wore white trainers, whereas Isabelle preferred to put on a pink hoodie, purple lounge pants, and red sneakers. The three friends would need to take a few things to the spa such as bathrobes, flip flops, and a change of clothes, so they all had to carry backpacks. Isabelle’s was blue, Monica’s was black, and Kate’s was yellow.

  Upon opening the door, Kate saw a large flower basket on her doorstep. It contained more than 20 lilies. She looked around before she sat on her knees and tried to pick it up. It could hardly fit in her embrace. Soon enough, she discovered the recipient. A small envelope was in the middle with Isabelle’s name on it.

  “Hey, Izzy! This one’s for you…” Kate turned to her right and murmured.

  “Dunno what you did to the guy last night, but you sure as hell made a great impression on him.” Monica was happy for Isabelle.

  “You’re kidding me…” Isabelle was at a loss for words. But then she noticed the same envelope Kate had seen and took it in her right hand. It read:

  “Last night was fun.

  Hope you can make it today.

  I look forward to seeing you

  D.M.

  “Yep. Looks like your neighbor is a big fan of our Izzy, Kate.” Monica could not resist the temptation of reading the letter with Isabelle.

  “Girl, take that basket inside and lock the door behind you. We’ll be waiting in the car. Come on, Mon.” Kate handed the keys to her house to Isabelle.

  Within a few minutes, the three friends were in Kate’s black, luxurious Mercedes C-Class. Dean’s romantic gesture had added to Isabelle’s excitement.

  “Normally I’m not impressed so easily. But, he seems perfect so far. He’s a hero, he’s handsome, rich, a great kisser, and thoughtful enough to send me flowers. And to think we haven’t been on a date yet… I wonder what he would do then.

  Lost in her thoughts, Isabelle stared into a void in the passenger’s seat. The ten minutes it took them to arrive to Feminine seemed to fly by—it was a clear, sunny day after all. However, when they reached the small hill it was located on, the three women were amaz
ed by the sheer beauty of it. It was huge and on the edge of an oak tree forest. The outer walls were made of various colors of stone: purple, green, orange and blue. In the middle of the half-acre lawn there was a pathway lined with small, white stones. On each side of the lawn there was a fountain with water pouring out of the mouths of two lions which sat across from one another. It also featured a massive, 45ft-long glass façade. Right above that, there was a sign with the name of the spa, in red letters:

  “Feminine

  “We should totally find your big fan and thank him, Isabelle.” Staring at the fountain on the left side of the lawn, Monica voiced her opinion.

  “Yeah. I just hope he doesn’t ask me to kiss him…” Kate was quick to respond.

  “Nope. Those lips of his are mine now, my ladies.” Between her two friends, Isabelle bragged about herself. Less than ten yards away from the entrance, a small, elderly man in a black tuxedo welcomed them. He spoke with a British accent.

  “Good morning, ladies. My name is George Harrison. Which one of you is Ms. Miles?”

  “That would be me,” Isabelle chirped, raising her right at chest height. A second after she spoke a woman emerged. She was in her early thirties and was dressed in purple spandex. She also had ginger, shoulder-length hair.

  “Hi, girls. I’m Gina. I’ve been assigned to you.” She extended her right hand for a polite handshake. Then, the elderly man spoke again:

  Ms. Miles, I have been ordered to escort you to our VIP area in the basement. Please, follow me.” He smiled at Isabelle and showed her the way inside. Monica and Kate followed Gina after Isabelle and the man entered the lobby. It was very luxurious. It featured marble floors and a 30-ft tall ceiling painted light pink on the left and fuchsia on the right. Three massive chandeliers were beautifully lighting it up. To the left, there was a somewhat short, but very long, scarlet, u-shaped counter. A thin brunette in her mid-thirties was behind it, talking on the phone, wearing a yellow pantsuit. Down the hall, there were two elevators. Isabelle and George entered the one on the left while Monica and Kate followed Gina into the second.

  Exiting the empty car, Isabelle found herself in a spacious room with a brown, wooden door on the left side of the wall, twenty feet across her. She could hear soft music coming from somewhere, but she saw no speakers on the walls. George excused himself and left her alone. She sauntered towards the door. The sound of relaxing, chill-out music was getting louder. Isabelle turned the golden doorknob on the right side of the door. She had just opened the door to a sauna room with two, wooden benches sat parallel to one another. Puffs of steam blocked her view for a second. There was a small light in the middle of it. Typically, sauna rooms are made entirely out of wood, and this one was no different. She then closed the door in a hurry. Isabelle had to get rid of her clothes if she wanted a steam bath. She wondered where Dean was. She had not seen him yet and it somehow disappointed her. Nonetheless, the day was still young. They could meet up after her steam bath.

  “What a great present. I’m sure Kate’s got the wrong impression of him…

  Chapter Ten

  Under the sound of Enigma’s “Principles of Lust,” Isabelle sat on the bench to the right. She was naked and all alone in what seemed to be a private room. Within the next two minutes, the atmospheric music relaxed her even more. She lay on the bench, running her fingers through her hair. Some drops of water were already forming on her nude, soft skin. Isabelle bent her left knee; Dean’s image came back to mind: Every corner of his face, his arms, and his huge chest… She could not help but feel a little aroused. Looking up at the ceiling, she shut her eyes.

  “I would love to be in your arms, Dean. Take me to bed and…Oh, yeah.

  Isabelle started thinking about all the naughty things Dean would do to her in bed. How he would pay attention to every single one of her erogenous zones and worship the most sensitive parts of her body.

  “Wait a minute. I don’t wanna touch myself in a public place like this! What if I get caught? Oh, God, what an embarrassment! But…I can’t help it. I’d love to feel those strong hands all over my body…

  Isabelle slightly opened her mouth and looked down at her full, delicious C cups. She picked up a few drops of water from her belly with her right index finger and led it to her lips. Her body was aching to be touched. Images of Dean rushed through her mind. The way he had saved 200 people, his guitar playing, and his deep, manly voice. However, a light sensation on the right side of her ribs, four inches under her chest, interrupted her daydreaming. She abruptly opened her eyes. There was too much steam in the room; she could not make out whom that hand belonged to. Whoever it was did not wait for the steam to clear. Instead, the person leaned forward before Isabelle could even begin to wonder about their identity.

  “It’s me…” he whispered a split second before she saw his face. She could make no mistake about it. It was Dean. His hair was wet, and there were several drops of water dripping down his cheeks and his forehead.

  “Dean?! What are you doing here? I’m naked, for God’s sake! Weren’t we supposed to meet later?” Isabelle was in a state of panic. She jolted up with her left arm covering her chest area.

  “Shhhh!” He brought his left index finger on his face, an inch from his nose.

  “You know why I’m here, Isabelle.” By now, more of his body was visible. Isabelle scanned him, from bottom to top. He was on his knees with his arms parallel to each other and his hands on the bench. A tiny pool of water had formed in the middle of his almost-hairless chest. He had little hair right below his neck. The young woman found it difficult not to stare at his cut, toned abs or his big, flexing shoulder muscles.

  “I shouldn’t have come here…” she murmured and attempted to get up. But, Dean would not let her. He placed his right hand on her right shoulder and pushed her back, gently.

  “You want this as much as I do, Isabelle.” Dean’s raspy voice filled her ears. Her initial hesitation was quickly replaced by lust. It was not like her to have sex with someone she barely knew. Yet, Isabelle wanted to live her fantasy, and the setting seemed ideal. He did not make it easy for her to say no. Right after he finished his sentence, he slid his heavy hand on her shoulder. Isabelle sensed his fingertips brushing against the lower side of her neck.

  “Have you been thinking about me? My hands, all over your body? My tongue on your nipples? My lips on your neck…?” Dean teased her. She tilted her head to the left and closed her eyes. Isabelle needed to feel every inch of his hand on her cheek. Her aspiring lover was playing with her mind. He slid his hand down her neck and then back up. Then, he moved it towards her face and ran his thumb over her cheekbone. It stopped right above her lips. Isabelle opened her eyes and put her left hand on his. She led his thumb on her partly-open lips. Closing her eyes, she laid the tip of her tongue on his thumb, right before she felt his strong hand pushing her face to her right.

  Dean angled his lips for a kiss. Their lips locked in a long, sensual kiss. Isabelle led his hand down her chest. Of course, the young, rich man did not need any instructions, but she seemed to be enjoying it. His hand landed on her left boob, and she would not let go of it. Instead, she kept pushing it against her chest, as if she intended to lead the action herself. Amidst their kiss, Dean pulled his left hand off the bench and led it onto her wet back. Having had enough of leading the action, she took her left hand off his and placed it on his right shoulder. Isabelle loved the way it flexed under her palm. None of her former lovers were nearly as masculine as Dean. She went on to dig her long nails into his flesh. A short sigh of pain escaped him while their kiss was getting more demanding.

  Isabelle’s breath got heavier. Dean pinched her nipple gently, sending her pulse rising. The moisture in her pussy was increasing. His left hand stroked her back from top to bottom twice, before he brought it onto her ribs and then, he led it upward, towards her right boob. Ending their kiss, he laid a few soft kisses on her chin and began to make his way down…

  She
closed her eyes and tilted her head back with soft sighs escaping her. Before she knew it, Dean’s lips were on her right boob and his left hand was on her left nipple, squeezing and pinching it.

  “Oh, yeah…” she sighed, licking her upper lip. Then, Isabelle lay back against the wet, wooden wall, soaking her back even more. Instinctively, she spread her legs, waiting for his next move. Dean was quick to go down on her breasts again. This time, he greedily licked her left nipple and took it into his mouth, while his hands got busy with her legs. They landed on her ankles and slowly made their way up. Sensing his tongue licking her nipple in a circular motion, Isabelle grabbed him by the neck with both hands and pressed his head against her. He used his right palm to stroke her left knee while his left palm fondled her outer right thigh. Dean stroked it and squeezed it several times…

  Laying soft kisses on both of her boobs, he ended his worship. His lips eagerly sought her midsection. He licked the water off her ribs, placing both of his palms on each side of her midsection. By now, Isabelle’s legs were twitching. She was desperate to feel his penetration, but Dean had other things in mind. After playing with her tummy for a minute, his hands slid down towards her hips, following his mouth. Dean stopped right over her clit and gazed at it. Understanding what he was about to do, Isabelle spread her legs even more.

  The sensation of Dean’s tongue on her clit sent her waves of pleasure.

  “Oh, my God… That’s it!” she moaned. Then, he wrapped his arms around her thighs. His fingertips spread the silky flesh of her inner thighs, in an attempt to spread her pussy lips wide. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit in an insanely fast pace, as Isabelle wrapped her legs around his neck. Amidst countless puffs of steam, she opened her eyes, only to catch a glimpse of the tip of his tongue on her clit. She could not help but bite her lip while pushing her crotch against his mouth.

  “Awwwwwwwwww!” a louder moan escaped her upon the sensation of his lips, sucking her clit like he was sucking the juices out of a half-peeled orange. He was not done with her boobs yet; his hands left her thighs and traveled back up, grabbing her beautiful tits. As he shook them back and forth, he kissed her clit one last time, before getting busy with her labia.