Confessions of a Bad Boy Fighter (Bad Boy Confessions)

by Cathryn Fox

  We rock together as one, our bodies in sync like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Wanting him to come with me, I squeeze my sex muscles around the long length of him.

  “Fill me with your cum, Harding.”

  “Jesus,” he bites out, and slams deep. He goes still and I bask in the way his cock swells inside me, each pulse matching my own. I bury my face in his neck, breathe in the clean soapy scent of his skin and hang on as we both ride out the ebbs and flows. Glorious. Absolutely freaking mind blowing glorious.

  When our pulses slow he puts his forehead to mine and we both gasp for air, trying to regulate our breathing. He brushes my hair from my forehead, the warmth of his hand so nice on my skin. I close my eyes, and lean into him, unable to get close enough.

  “You good, Adeline?”

  “I’m good. You?”

  He chuckles. “I’m better than good.” We continue to breathe in silence, as seconds turns to minutes, and then he asks, “Are you ready for dinner? Our waiter is probably wondering what the hell happened to us.”

  “Dinner?” He chuckles again, and that’s when I remember we’re in a bathroom. “Oh, my God,” I say, and cover my mouth with my hand. “I can’t believe we just had sex in the bathroom.”

  “I wanted to wait, but Jesus, Adeline.” He stops talking for a second and shakes his head. “The way you were licking your lips, I had no choice but to throw in the towel and take you right now.”

  “What is it about me licking my lips that gets to you?” I ask, and swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, wanting so much more from him tonight, even though this is supposed to be a one-night stand. Then again, why does it have to end tonight? Why can’t we keep having sex until he leaves for his next fight?

  Oh, because you could fall for him. Who the heck am I kidding? I’ve been crazy about him since the first time I set eyes on him, and any more time in his bed will be emotional suicide. The best thing to do is to get out now before I end up with a broken heart.

  “You told me you were hungry, and if you keep that up, we’ll never get out of this bathroom,” he warns.

  Walk away. Get out now.

  “Oh, I’m hungry, Harding.” I place my hand over his expanding cock. “But it’s not food I’m interested in putting in my mouth.”

  Well done, Kat. Well done.

  4

  Harding

  Adeline.

  Sweet Adeline.

  I punch the heavy bag in front of me, and while I’m supposed to be concentrating on my workout, she’s all I’ve been able to think about since seeing her home safely last night. After going two rounds with her in the restaurant bathroom, we ordered our food to go, and went another round at the hotel after eating. Then I followed her home in my rental to make sure she arrived safely. The lights were on in her house, and I wonder what excuse she made for coming home so late. It’s nice that her parents care about her, but I have the sneaking suspicion that keeping her at home has more to do with keeping tabs on her. I can’t imagine they’d be too thrilled to find out she’d been hanging out with me. Wouldn’t the tabloids have a field day with that one? How would she react? Embarrassed? Or unapologetic? Either way, I’m sure her parents would be sure to put a stop to it and set her back on the right path, where the man on her arm wore a suit, not a pair of ripped shorts.

  The thing is, I’d never, ever want to do anything to ruin her political career, but fuck, I’m crazy about her. I’ve waited years to taste her, and now that I have, I want more. But I don’t just want her in the bedroom; I want to get to know her outside of it as well. Although I suspect for her, this is just a brief affair, and somehow, when all is said and done, I’m going to have to find a way to deal with that.

  Jack, my trainer steps out from behind the bag, and looks at me. “What’s on your mind?” he asks, his bushy brows furrowing.

  I drop my hands, sweat running in to my eyes. “What makes you think I have anything on my mind?”

  “You just about sent me, and this bag, through the wall.”

  Shit. I hadn’t realized how hard I was hitting. “Sorry.”

  He eyes me. The man is too astute for his own good. “Why don’t we take a break? Get out of here, and clear your head. Get yourself in the right mind frame for next week’s fight.”

  “Yeah, okay,” I say. He’s right, of course. He’s always right.

  I hold my gloves out and he unties them. “You make any plans yet?” he asks.

  I flick the gloves off and shake my head. Next week is my last fight, and I’ve yet to decide what to do with the rest of my life. I have no family, my only friend is Bray, and I’m not sure where I want to settle, or what the next stage of my life will bring.

  “Not yet,” I say.

  “Seattle has been good for you.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  He smirks. “Hitting twice as hard.”

  I laugh. “Too much caffeine in the Starbucks coffee.”

  “Then you should drink more.”

  “Yeah, maybe that’s the key to winning my next fight,” I say, and make my way to the change room. Until Addy, Seattle left a bad taste in my mouth, now not so much. But could I settle here? After showering, I grab my phone to call Bray, who I haven’t seen since last night. I’m guessing he and Sara had a lot of ‘catching up to do.’

  I punch in his number. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks when he answers the phone.

  “Where are you?” I pace inside the change room, feeling restless, unable to expel the pent up energy inside me, even after my hard workout.

  I hear noises in the background. “I uh…”

  “You’re still with Sara?”

  “Yeah. Where are you?”

  “Just finished working out.” I know I should leave this alone but can’t help myself. “You didn’t happen to find out where Adeline worked did you?”

  “Hey, Sara, where does Kat work?”

  A shuffling noise comes through my cell. “Hey, Harding,” Sara says, clearly taking the phone from Bray.

  “Hey, Sara.”

  “How was last night?”

  I shove my wet work out clothes and towel into my duffle bag. “I…uh…great.”

  “So you want to know where Kat works, huh?”

  “Yeah. It didn’t come up.”

  “Oh, what did come up?” she asks, and I can’t help but grin. How she and Addy are friends is beyond me. Then again, last night, after she grew comfortable, Adeline was pretty wild with me, and I fucking love that side of her. Hell, I love all sides of her.

  Since I don’t kiss and tell, I say, “You’ll have to ask her.”

  She chuckles. “I knew you two would hit it off.”

  “Is that why you dragged her to the fight?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I owe you then.”

  She covers the phone and I hear muffled words as she says something to Bray. When she comes back she says, “Since you let your medic go early, consider it payment in full.”

  I grin, happy her and Bray are having fun. “So, about Addy?”

  “She works at the college library. She should be there now. Why do you call her—”

  “Thanks,” I say cutting her off. “Tell Bray I’ll catch up with him later.”

  I shut down my phone, pull on my clean clothes, and make my way to my rental car. The sweet smell of Adeline still fills the inside of the car, and I pull the floral scent into my lungs as I turn the engine over and cut across town. As I drive by all the familiar sights, the thought of moving back here pulls at me. Sure I’ve have some shitty memories, but thanks to Addy I also have some good ones.

  Twenty minutes later, I park at a metered spot outside the library and tap my fingers on the steering wheel. Fuck man, I shouldn’t be doing this. I should walk away and leave her alone. The last thing I want to do is corrupt a sweet thing like her. I’m about to start the car again when a knock on the window scares the shit out of me. I turn and my heart
pounds even harder when I find sweet Addy standing there, dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, looking so gorgeous my cock jumps in my pants.

  “Hey,” she says. “What are you doing?”

  I open my door. “I like to hang out at libraries, pick up smart chicks,” I tease.

  She laughs and the sound goes straight to my throbbing dick. She glances around. “I think you came to the right place. Lots of smart chicks here.”

  “Actually, Addy, there is only one smart chick I’m interested in picking up,” I say, despite just lecturing myself on leaving her alone.

  “Oh?” she asks, and when her pouty mouth forms an O all I can think about is the way she took me deep into her throat. Sweet fuck, I could so get used to her in my life, which is why I need to walk away from her as much as I need to stay.

  “Have you had lunch yet?” I ask.

  “Was just on my way to my favorite coffee shop. I have a half hour lunch break. Would you like to join me?”

  Run away dude. Leave her alone.

  “Love to.”

  I climb from the car, and shut and lock the door.

  “Nice car,” she says.

  I smile at her. “You’re not the only one who cares about making this world a better place.”

  Her head comes back with a start. “You rented this on purpose?”

  “Yeah, why does that surprise you?”

  “I don’t know, Harding.” She gives a slow shake of her head. “I guess it shouldn’t.”

  I take the stack of books from her and look them over. “You have some pretty heavy reading here,” I say as we walk to her favorite coffee shop.

  “Classes start up in a few weeks. I’m getting ahead of the game.”

  “Political science, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe some day you’ll be our next president.”

  She grins. “You never know.”

  “With those kinds of aspirations, you probably shouldn’t be having sex with me in the bathroom, or get caught sneaking out of my hotel room.”

  “No? If not in those places, then where should we be having sex?”

  Heat zaps my balls. “Jesus, Addy, you can’t say shit like that.”

  “Why not?”

  I glance around. “Well you can, just not when we’re in the middle of campus, surrounded by people, where I can’t do anything about it.”

  “What if I took you somewhere where you could do something about it?”

  I take in her mischievous look, and nearly drop to my knees when she wets her lips. I capture her hand. “Take me there. Now.”

  Five minutes later, we’re in a classroom, and Addy is locking the door and drawing the shade over the window. My cock is so hard, I can barely think straight as she shuts the world out and us in.

  Her heels click on the floor and echo in the empty room as she walks to the front of the class and grabs a long chalkboard pointer. She turns to me, and slaps it across her palm. The sound vibrates through me and strokes my balls. I grin, loving this sexy, playful side of her.

  “So,” she begins, all shyness gone. It makes me happy that she grew comfortable so fast around me. She has to know I only have her best interests at heart. “If we can’t have sex in a restaurant bathroom, or in your hotel room, where should we have sex?”

  I glance around the empty room, and visions of her bent over that desk and me taking her from behind rush through my mind. I step up to the empty desk, sit on the edge and run my hand over the clean, smooth surface. “How about right here?”

  “Here?” Her mouth drops open, like she’s shocked by the idea, but I don’t miss the heat in her eyes. “In my classroom?”

  “Your classroom?”

  “Political Science 101, and I’m the TA, so yeah, I consider this my classroom.”

  I laugh. “I think the term TA stands for something very different in my world.”

  She stills, her expression confused, then her eyes widen and she laughs. “TA means teacher’s assistant, not tits and ass.” She shakes her head. “You are so bad.”

  “Me? Bad? You’re the one who lured me to your classroom.” I eye the poker. “To do God knows what with.”

  She slaps the poker on her hand again and the room charges with sexual energy. “Well, from what I understand, in the olden days, a poker like this was used to discipline naughty students,” she says, her voice a soft seduction. “You seem to be very naughty.”

  Catching her off guard, I step up to her and remove the poker. Her eyes go wide. “I’m not the student, Addy. You are, which means I get to use this on you.” I spin her around and bend her over the desk. A loud gasp of surprise catches in her throat.

  “You wouldn’t,” she cries out, but I hear the excitement, the want, in her voice.

  “Wanna bet?”

  I run my hand over the smooth curve of her ass, and inch her skirt up until her pretty lace panties are showing. “Jesus, you are sexy.” She squirms, like she’s trying to get away. “The harder you struggle, the harder the spanking,” I say, and she goes perfectly still. “That’s a girl.” I pull the poker back, and bring it across her ass, softly, and air leaves her lungs.

  “Ooohhh,” she cries out and I grin, because the sound is one of pleasure, not pain.

  She wiggles against the desk and the sexy sight fucks with my ability to think with clarity. I grip the thin elastic on her panties and tear them from her hips. She yelps and I stuff them into my pocket, a keepsake.

  “Harding, what are you doing?” she asks, her voice a breathless whisper.

  “Anything I want.” I run my hand over her ass to soothe the sting of the poker. Jesus, she’s so soft. I push my knee between her legs and spread them, then step back to admire the vision before me.

  Sweat collects on my brow as I take in the moisture glistening on her pussy. She’s so hot and ready for me, it’s all I can do to keep it together. I want to lick her, fuck her, own her completely. I close my eyes against the flood of heat and work to get my shit together, but the thing is, I fucking love how she responds and I want her like I’ve never wanted another woman.

  “You ready for my cock?” As her body teases and torments mine, I drop the poker and it clatters on the floor.

  “Please, hurry…”

  I unzip my pants, take my cock out, and stroke it. Addy glances over her shoulder, fixates on my rock hard dick. The heat in her eyes licks me from head to toe as she wets her bottom lip.

  Jesus, she has a mouth made for sin. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

  “Yeah,” she murmurs, lowering her voice to match mine.

  I slide a hand between her legs and push a finger into her tight pussy. I shove all the way inside, explore her deeply. “Seems like you need it here, too,” I say, my voice too deep, my body too needy. I’m never going to fucking last.

  “I do. I need it everywhere,” she says.

  “Since we don’t have a lot of time, why don’t I fuck this hot pussy now, and later tonight, back in my hotel, you can suck my cock.”

  “Yes, please,” she says, and I step up to her, lean over her body and press her hands to the desk over her head. I love having her wide open and at my mercy.

  I sink to the floor, and make a slow pass over her soaked opening with my tongue, escalating the tension inside her. She shakes, almost violently. “You like that? You like my mouth on you?”

  “I love your mouth on me.” She whimpers.

  “Good.” I stand. “Tonight, when I have you alone in my bed, I plan to kiss and lick every inch of you. By this time next week, you’ll still feel my tongue between your legs.”

  I grab my cock, press it to her opening and power my hips forward.

  She gives a broken gasp. “Oh, my God,” she cries out as our bodies fuse as one.

  I give her a moment, then pull out, only to slam back in again, and she scratches at the desk, going wild beneath me. Her pleasure resonates through me and vibrates around my aching cock. Every ounce of bottled-up lus
t inside me rushes to the surface.

  She rocks backwards, urging me on, and I grip her hips for leverage and drive into her. Her muscles tighten and contract, spasming around me and sucking me in deeper. I fucking love it.

  “You feel…so fucking good.” What we’re doing might be wrong but it feels so goddamn right. I lean over her, brush my mouth over her neck, and breathe in her sweet scent.

  “More, harder,” she says, her voice full of want.

  I pump, pound, reach a frenzied pace that will hurl me over the edge in record time. “Like this?” I grunt out.

  “Yes, just like that,” she moans, and as soon as the words leave her mouth she comes all over my cock. “Harding,” she murmurs, and I love the sound of my name on her tongue as she lets go. Possession moves through me. Honest to fuck, thoughts of her screaming anyone’s name but mine fills me with white-hot fury.

  “So good…” she murmurs.

  “Fuck yeah.” Her cunt ripples around me as her cum drips to my balls, sears my skin, milks my release. I hold her hips, my fingers biting into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. As much as I’d never do anything to hurt her, I want to bruise her, mark her as mine.

  I’m in so much fucking trouble.

  I let go, spurting my seed high inside her.

  “Oh, God, I feel you,” she says as heat rockets through me.

  I fall over her body, breathe hard against her back, and her soft, giddy chuckle curls around me. I can’t help but smile.

  “Something funny?” I ask, and pull her hair back to press hot kisses to her neck.

  She shivers. “No, I just can’t believe we had sex in my classroom. How am I ever going to teach in here without thinking of this?”

  “Who says you have to?”

  “Me, and I’ll never be able to look at that chalkboard poker the same away again.” I chuckle and press more kisses to her hot skin. “Keep that up and I’ll never get back to work,” she says.