It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.
-Fact of Life
Bowe
The moment those words left her mouth, all that I’d been pushing down, stuffing into my little box marked for ‘later’ came pouring out.
My mouth came down on hers roughly as I started to work my hand into the back of those loose fucking shorts that I’d been admiring for the last month.
There wasn’t much to them. Only a simple pair of loose black shorts that hung about four inches past the promise land.
Which was the problem.
They were so fuckin’ simple, but they were perfect.
They were thin, meaning I could make out each bump and ripple in the panties she had on underneath them.
Or the panties she didn’t have on underneath them.
Then there was the shirt.
It was a simple ribbed tank top, and she had about thirty of them.
However, over the last month it felt like she was testing my resolve to stay there, making it harder and harder each day to follow through with my word.
“If we do this,” I said, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I’m not leaving. I’m staying. Forever. You literally won’t be able to get rid of me. I’ll move in here permanently. Let my lease go. Set up shop. Seriously…I’m yours.”
She laughed against my lips.
“You can always try to leave and see what that gets you,” she replied, lifting her knees up so she sat fully flat against my erection.
My hand that was holding the bare skin of her ass clenched, and she moaned, liking the display of strength.
“I don’t have any condoms. I know I should have bought some on the way home. I just wasn’t thinking clearly,” I told her flatly. “We can’t go much past what we’re doing already.”
She pulled back until she could read my eyes.
“I’ve had an IUD since Elise’s birth.” She stared into my eyes. “And although I haven’t had any STD tests ran since her birth, I also haven’t slept with anyone since before then, either.”
My eyes studied her face.
“It’s been a lot longer than that for me,” I looked to her mouth. “I have a problem keeping women.”
I blinked.
“You…what?” she was confused.
Chapter 13
I don’t think outside the box. I don’t even know what the fucking box is.
-Angie’s secret thoughts
Angie
That man wouldn’t have a problem keeping a woman unless he didn’t want her.
“I kind of suck at relationships,” he admitted. “I don’t know why. I don’t know how. But I’ve never managed to have a girlfriend for longer than a month at a time since I started being interested in girls. I think there’s something wrong with me.”
I looked at him, studied his face, my eyes lingering on the beard, and then grinned. “There’s definitely nothing wrong with you.”
To prove that point, I pushed him until he was flat on his back, then started running my tongue up the length of his neck.
He growled and started to fidget, his hands wanting to go to my shorts, but unable to make himself go there.
“Do it,” I whispered. “There’s nothing that you and I do together that’ll ever be wrong.”
His hands fisted my shorts, causing the seams to stretch in protest with his tight hold.
I huffed a laugh and bent forward, letting my breasts trail against his chest as I did.
He breathed in sharply, but still didn’t do much more than skim his beautiful lips over my collarbone.
“Bowe,” I whispered.
“What?” he asked between kisses.
“Fuck me.”
His hands tightened on my hips.
Impatiently, I disentangled myself from the swing, laughing at the look of pure disappointment that fell over Bowe’s face.
“Hold that thought,” I pointed at him.
He looked down at his cock, and I nearly snorted when I saw the way it was tenting the front of his shorts.
I knew I liked knit fabric for a freakin’ reason!
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes watching my every move.
I walked to the back door and opened it, leaving it all the way open so I could hear Elise if she woke—though she slept through the night now.
The next step was to start losing my clothes, starting first with my shirt, lifting it straight up and over my head.
Bowe inhaled, his eyes taking in my breasts in their full glory.
Embarrassment started to sink into me, but when Bowe’s head flew back and his hand went to his pants, I knew that he wasn’t affected with embarrassment like I was.
Especially not when he hastily hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, did a belly curl, and then shucked them at the same time as he stood.
My eyes automatically went to his cock, and I had a moment of silence.
One where I worshipped Erectus, the Greek penis God for bestowing Bowe with a cock that was fucking brilliant.
Long, hard and thick.
Veins ran along his length, pulsing with each beat of his heart.
The ruddy head of his cock was darker than the rest of him, but not enough that it looked anything but awesome.
In fact, there was nothing unattractive about anything on Bowe’s body, his cock included.
If I had to say anything about it, I’d say it was intimidating.
Italian Stallion.
“Did you just call me an Italian Stallion?” he asked, kicking the shorts over to where my shirt was resting on the wooden slats of the porch we were standing on.
I moved forward; my goal was wrapping my hand around his cock, but before I could get my hand around him completely, he pulled away and pushed me.
I fell into the swing with a hard thud, and was just rolling to get my legs underneath of me when he ripped my shorts off my body and tossed them behind him.
Completely surprised by that move, I wasn’t expecting him to do anything else, but he astonished me once again by pushing my legs up and hooking my feet around the leather straps that held the swing aloft.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks,” he murmured.
“What?” I asked, looking down my body at him.
“This.”
Then he put his mouth on my pussy and I lost my ability to form coherent sentences.
My hands went to Bowe’s hair, tangling my fingers through the strands as he diligently went to work on my pussy.
His mouth circled my clit, his lips skimming along without adding the tongue that I so desperately craved.
Then his finger joined in, first circling my entrance, dipping in only slightly before he pulled right back out. Coating my pussy lips with my wetness that I knew had to be leaking out of me.
I couldn’t help it, though.
The man had fucking superpowers or something.
He’d gone from timid rabbit to voracious bear in three seconds flat, and I couldn’t find one single complaint about it.
When his finger started to penetrate my entrance, I closed my eyes and squeezed my toes as he filled me.
The curl of his finger, combined with the way his mouth was working my clit, had me only seconds from exploding into his mouth.
“No,” I pushed his mouth away. “I want my first time climaxing with you inside me. Your cock in my pussy. Pounding into me with that huge cock of yours.”
His eyes caught mine, and held, as he froze between my legs.
His mouth was still fastened to my clit, but it was the way his hand had pulled out of my depths, then started to massage my clit that had me ready to come.
“No,” I pleaded with him. “I need your cock.”
His tongue extended so the only thing touching me was just the tip of his tongue, with one large palm on my thigh spreading me open.
If he’d have moved, even a little bit, I would’ve detonated.
He waited, his breathing coming
just as fast as mine, and watched as I worked my way down off that huge cliff.
The moment he trusted me not to come, he removed his tongue.
Then took one last swipe to my clit, which caused my entire body to arch.
He used my own body against me, rolling me to the side, and causing the swing I was in to sway with the motion.
“Scoot up until you’re at the edge.” He pushed my ass.
As I moved up, he moved on the swing, and I wondered when the inventor of this swing was making it if he had any idea that it’d be used for this particular reason.
Likely he or she hadn’t, but I knew that this wouldn’t be our last time using it.
When I found my way to the top, he came in behind me and balanced the swing, his knees digging into the soft bed beneath him.
My fingers found the rail, and I gripped it tightly, looking over my shoulder at the man about to fuck me.
He’d changed.
The moment I’d poked him into reacting, he’d flipped a switch.
It was like nice Bowe, and in charge Bowe that was about to fuck my brains out, were two completely different people.
And I was loving the two different personalities.
His large, rough palm smoothed down my back, starting at my neck and going all the way down to the top of my ass.
His thumb swept down, his finger gauging my wetness, and then he pushed it deep inside of me.
“Last chance,” he rumbled.
I licked my lips.
“Hurry.”
He took hold of his cock, fisting it into his large hand and pumping it twice, before lining it up with my entrance and slowly, slowly pushing the head inside.
My mouth fell open and a squeak passed from between my lips.
He pushed into me steadily after that, inserting that large cock inside of me in slow, swift thrusts.
In and out, in and out, back and forth until he was completely inside of me, his balls resting snugly against my aching clit.
My hands were bloodless where they clutched the swing, and it took everything I had not to cry out.
A: because, although I was partially isolated in this big old house, I wasn’t completely isolated. I still had neighbors. I still had a kid in the next room that I most certainly did not want to wake up.
B: because if I cried out, he might stop, and I most certainly didn’t want him to stop.
It might feel like I was bursting at the seams, but it felt freakin’ phenomenal when my mind stopped telling myself I was too full.
The moment he was completely inside, he immediately pulled all the way out. I started to protest, but before I could get the words to leave my throat he was back, filling me all the way again.
The swing did what it did best, swung.
My body moved and swayed, and he kept up with those movements, holding onto the chain instead of my hips as he steadily fucked me.
The only part of us that was touching was his cock in me, and the swing of his balls slapping into my clit as he moved.
It was the least amount of touching that I’d ever had during sex, and the most all at the same time.
My forehead dropped down to the pad underneath me, and my eyes closed as I drew in deep breath after deep breath.
It didn’t help.
The orgasm that I could feel about to take me over was there to stay, and the only thing I could do was try to prepare for it.
I should’ve known that was futile, though.
I couldn’t prepare for something like that.
A man like Bowe.
He literally was the Italian Stallion.
The moment he felt me getting close, felt my walls starting to clamp down on his cock, he slowed.
I cried out for real this time, frustration clear and evident in my voice.
“Go!” I yelled. “Bowe!”
He stopped completely, and that sudden massive impending release dwindled like it’d never been.
My clit practically tingled with my need to touch it, and the moment I felt him stop completely filling me, I let go of the swing and started to move my hand to where I needed it most.
He captured it, though, moving it to my back and curling it around so I couldn’t move it.
“Did you say no? Or go? Because I couldn’t quite make it out,” Bowe sounded like he was laughing, and I wanted to beat him for it.
“I said go and you know it,” I growled. “Now stop being a shithead and fuck me.”
He laughed darkly, his smooth, velvety voice teasing over my every nerve ending.
“Okay,” he said, pulling all the way out until just his cock rested at my entrance. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I wanted to say something else to him, but he chose that moment in time to ram his cock back inside of me, throwing me so far into the deep end that I couldn’t find my way out.
All that existed was Bowe and me. The way he was filling me so completely.
His cock met my end, and felt like it kept going, but I was too far gone to care.
My orgasm was back, pissed off at being denied not once, but twice.
It was a race to the end, and it didn’t take long before it was overtaking me. Filling me so full that I might never find my way back to me again.
Bowe grunted at my back, and his hands tightened.
I gasped in sweet agony as breath filled my chest and rapidly expelled from it like a shot from a cannon.
Panting and exhausted, I slumped onto the swing like a deflated balloon, Bowe falling to his side not long after.
“I think…” I hesitated. “I think I want you to leave.”
Had I really just said that out loud?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Why?
Because he freakin’ scared the shit out of me. I could easily become addicted to him.
He opened his eyes, looked right into mine and gave me a firm, three-word reply.
“Not a chance.”
Chapter 14
A man is only as good as the beard that wears him.
-Fact of Life
Angie
My feet were literally dragging.
If you looked behind me, you would likely see a trail of black rubber from my tennis shoes on the floor.
I’d had to help lift a three-hundred-pound man to get him into an MRI machine, and the reinforced draw pad we’d been using had ripped straight down the middle.
Instead of moving like I should’ve done, I stayed where I was and had nearly all of the man’s body weight land on my hip as I pushed with all my might to keep him in his bed.
At first I hadn’t much noticed the strained muscles, but as the shift wore on, the worse and worse I got until I felt like collapsing.
To make matters worse, I’d gotten a call from my mom telling me that she was called into work. My mom didn’t get called in often past her normal shifts, but when she did, it was because she was needed.
She was a case-worker for the elderly in the area and watched out for their welfare.
It was an awesome job, but it also took a lot out of her and she needed those days off to gather her wits about her.
The only saving grace of the afternoon was Bowe coming to the rescue.
After hearing that my mom needed me to come pick up Elise, he’d volunteered.
And it was only about twenty minutes ago as I was dragging my tired ass out of the ER entrance and I saw PD that I realized that today was the day that Bowe was supposed to take his retest for the fire department.
Which was where I was headed now.
After he had his physical retest, he had to have blood drawn, and had to pass a mental evaluation—all of which would be done at the fire station.
“Hello, Angel.”
My stomach dropped and it took everything I had not to scream and run away.
That voice.
That nickname.
Those two by themselves likely wouldn’t have been all that bad.
But together spelled trouble. For
me.
I looked up into the eyes of the man that nearly killed me. The man that, to this day, had yet to pay for his crime.
I didn’t bother to reply.
Replying only invited him to continue speaking, and at this point in my life, I most certainly didn’t want to speak with him.
I wanted nothing more than to pick up a rock that lined the garden in the front of the ER, and bash him over the head with it.
The only downside that I could see to the plan was that we were at the hospital, and help would arrive too fast.
“I’m talking to you.”
I continued to ignore him, but thought better of my path.
I was going to go to my car—not caring that the shuttle that took me to the car was occupied at the moment.
I changed my mind when the first step I took led me to coming closer to Troy instead of away like I’d intended it to.
“Angel,” Troy snapped, lifting his arm.
I took a hasty step back, and immediately turned my back on him to hurry back inside.
That was a mistake.
One which I should’ve known he’d take advantage of.
Taking advantage was something that he liked to do when there were unsuspecting women around.
I felt his callused hands on my elbow, and I nearly cringed as I yanked myself away from him.
“Why are you touching him?” Jade’s nasty voice filled the night around me. “Stop it!”
I pulled away from Troy, who’d gotten a hold of my neck. How could she think that I was touching him?
Then I rushed past Jade, barely missing the shoulder she tried to throw in my direction, and stopped at the security desk.
“Brownie,” I said to the security officer that was working the desk tonight. “Can you give me a ride to my car?”
Brownie, an older man with brown piercing eyes, looked at me with a grin.
“I tell you one time about being the stand-in for the Brownie’s mom for my grandkid’s Girl Scout camp out, and you never let me live it down,” he sighed in exasperation.
His eyes, though, were alert.
They were watching the altercation between Troy and Jade right outside the glass doors.
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