British Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Boxed Set

by Marissa Farrar

  “Oh, it is good to be able to enjoy my favourite pizza topping without fear of ridicule for a change,” Thunder sighs.

  “I know what you mean.” I wave my slice of ham and pineapple topped deep pan in the air. “Amy won’t even tolerate the idea of fruit on a pizza. So we always have to get flippin’ pepperoni.”

  “The band nag me so much about how wrong it is I’ve given up ordering it for myself because of the bloody aggro. Bastards.” Thunder tilts his head back and dangles his slice just above his mouth then shoots forward to grab the dangling tip between his teeth. His moan is sensual as he chews.

  “The things we do for love, huh?” I mutter before taking a huge bite of the delicious pizza.

  He nods and continues chewing.

  On the grand scale of ‘things I expect to be doing on a Friday night’, lying naked in a posh hotel king-size bed, eating pizza with Thunder Jackson is not something high up on the list. The fact that I’m feeling pretty relaxed and not at all anxious about it is even crazier.

  Thunder is genuinely a nice guy, and I’m thoroughly enjoying my time with him. Even the seemingly mundane conversation. The sex is amazing, too. That’s another thing I never expected on a Friday night.

  “How old did you say your kid was again?” he asks, after a long swig of beer.

  “She’s thirteen—turns fourteen next month and has been acting like a middle-aged woman since she was about three.” I smile.

  “God, you must have been an infant yourself when you had her,” he exclaims.

  “Flatterer.” I shake my head gently. “I was twenty-one, actually.”

  “I started Black Tranquillity when I was twenty-one. It feels like we’ve been together forever, not just a few years. God, I can’t imagine the responsibility of having a child. It’s bad enough looking after my boys in the band.”

  “Oh, you just have to get on with it.” I gulp down a mouthful of ice cold beer.

  “How long have you been on your own with her?”

  “Amy’s dad walked out on me before she was born. Turns out he was just in it for a fun time. When I announced my pregnancy, he left me.”

  “Shitbag,” Thunder cursed. “How could anyone do that? Jesus.”

  Clearly Thunder doesn’t read what is written about him in the ladies’ mags, since I’ve seen at least two articles claiming him to be the runaway father of babies. Either that or he’s just deeply in denial.

  “I’ve let it go, Thunder. The guy wouldn’t have been good for me or Amy anyway. He showed his true colours. It’s hard on her to know her dad left before she was born, but it could have been much worse.”

  Thunder nodded. “My father was an evil fucking rat bastard. Beat the shit out of my mum for years. It was only when he hit me—I was only like, six, I think—that she left him.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” I reach out and squeeze the top of his arm.

  “Well, like you say, it could have been a lot worse. Me and Mum were just fine on our own. We looked after each other. It wasn’t easy for her, though. You’re well brave to have brought your kid up on your own.”

  “I have the help of my family and friends. I’m not totally in it alone, thank God. Now I know why they say it takes a community to bring up a child. I bet your mum is proud of bringing up a world famous metal star.”

  “She was.” He drops his last slice of pizza back into the box. “Sadly she died a few months after we hit it big. She was in a car accident.”

  “Oh, God, I didn’t realise. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “No, no, it’s fine—you weren’t to know. I mean, it still hurts, of course. I don’t think you ever get over something like that, you know? I’ll always be grieving. But it gets easier to bear with time and I don’t mind talking about her at all.”

  “I know what you mean. I lost my mother when Amy was little and God, I still miss her so very much.” I drag in a deep breath as the grief rolls over me like a wave and tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

  Thunder scrambles over the duvet, kicking the pizza box and the scraps onto the floor and envelops me in a huge hug.

  We cling together in silence, feeling and appreciating each other’s grief. The physical presence of someone who knows the pain is all I need. No words can make it better so we just hug, offering solace through the storm.

  “Thunder,” I whisper, “I’m going to have to do something really mumsy now.”

  He looks puzzled when I pull away, fling myself across the bed and dangle over the edge.

  “The pizza box on the floor was worrying me.”

  Thunder laughs explosively and I smile even though he can’t see. It’s such a joyful sound, I can’t help it.

  “It’s okay, though,” I continue. “There’s no smeared cheese and tomato on the carpet.” I reach down and pick up the discarded crusts and odds and scrape them into the box.

  “You have a beautiful arse,” he remarks and I squeak when he slaps it.

  “Thanks.” The word escapes in a short high pitched gasp. “If you like it, why are you being mean to it?”

  “Did you not like that?” Suddenly there’s a tension in the air.

  “Well, no, I kinda did like it,” I reply. “I was just wondering, that’s all.”

  “Oh, good. I blame it on whatever drummer genes I have left.” He gently slaps one cheek then the other in a rhythmic fashion. “I always wanted to be a drummer, but sadly I’m a bit shit at it.”

  “It feels like you’re pretty good at it.”

  The smacks vary in hardness and I can definitely tell he’s working a beat.

  “Why, thank you. I am very good at playing the butt, just not so great on drums, and no one would let me play the butt on stage. Too many safety concerns, apparently.”

  I laugh and it mixes and melds with his, but there’s a kinda sexy image in my head of being placed over his knee, legs split around his waist and my bottom being played like the bongos in front of a huge crowd. My cheeks heat at the thought.

  “The other thing is, I get very easily distracted.” One hand continues to tap out a beat whilst the fingers of his other slip down between my cheeks and into my wetness. I moan when his fingers cup around and catch my clit. He repeats the action, moving that hand up and down, coaxing more moans from my lips. “It’s very, very sexy, but apparently this doesn’t count as music you can play on stage.”

  “Shame,” I gasp, “you’re very good.”

  “Cheers Josie.” He squeezes my buttock. “I’d like to continue too but my dick is hard and it’s distracting me. Mind if I fuck you now?”

  “Please, go ahead,” I acquiesce.

  He scrambles about on the bed. I hear the crinkling of foil again, then yelp when suddenly he pulls on my hips, settling his thighs between mine I put my hands down on the floor for balance when he pushes me further forward to expose my wetness to his sight.

  “Oh, man,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.”

  I honestly can’t imagine what he’s going to do next. Surely our bodies can’t fit together with me dangling off the bed like this? So I’m especially surprised but joyful when I feel his cock pressing up between my labia until the tip is lodged inside me. He wiggles and jiggles, and my knees come to rest on the bed, like I’m in position to do it doggy style, but this way I feel more like a wheelbarrow and he’s more behind me now, I can’t feel as much of him against my thighs.

  It’s quite precarious, but Thunder’s hands on my hips keep me in place as he slides even deeper.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “Is this okay for you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “I’m balanced on my hands. God, you’re so deep.”

  “I feel like I’m totally buried inside you,” he replies, “it’s awesome.”

  He pulls back slowly and pushes forward again at the same pace. It’s almost indescribable, it’s so good. I can feel the whole length of him inside me, the pressure sparking off ripples of joy that roll through my body.

  Wi
th each pump he moves a little faster until he finds a rhythm to suit him. It’s not as fast and frenzied as the last fuck and I relish in feeling every movement he makes. My arms ache but I’m trying hard to ignore that and concentrate on where our bodies join.

  “This is awesome, but I think it’s time for a different position.” I guess Thunder noticed how I was moving my weight from one hand to another. He moves back and I whimper at the loss of his fullness inside me. “Get up here.”

  I scramble backwards and onto the bed, still on hands and knees. He grabs my hips and pulls me way back, and I squeal in surprise. I gather the duvet in my hands and try to keep some kind of balance. Part of me is impressed with his strength—to drag me across the bed like this takes a fair bit of muscle—but most of me is just wondering what the fuck is going to happen next.

  I come to rest with my butt up against Thunder’s pelvis. The soft hair of his pubis tickle against m and revel in the warmth of his skin. He takes one hand off my hip and his knuckles graze against my wet, open pussy as he guides his cock up and inside me.

  “That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, your arse is beautiful.”

  “I think you said that already,” I reply without thinking, earning myself a slap across the buttock.

  “Well you did!” I squeak and he slaps me again. The warmth radiates through me, turning sharp pain to mellow rapture. I purr in satisfaction.

  “God, woman, you like that.” He thrusts forward, digging his fingers into my hips.

  “Seems I do.” I wonder if he can hear the surprise in my voice.

  “Jesus, Josie. You’re so bloody awesome.” He fucks harder and I feel the vibration through my whole body. There is something so rough and primal about sex in this position. I growl and press against him, driving him all the deeper, making the slight sting of my slapped buttock spark painfully, which in turn makes all my internal muscles clench. Thunder whimpers and curses and moves one hand to catch hold of my hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he pulls my head back and regains control again.

  It’s my turn to whimper. My scalp is on fire and for the shortest moment I want it to stop, but then the combination of the ache of my pulled hair and the fullness of Thunder inside me sends ecstasy coursing everywhere and suddenly I don’t want it to ever stop.

  “Fuck!” I exclaim. “Fuck yes, Thunder, fuck!”

  It makes no sense but I can’t stop speaking, the words just fall out in a jumbled mess at each thrust. It’s like I’m so full, so close to bursting, that I need to find a release somehow and that is through the babble of words, squeaks and screams that escape on every slap of his body against mine.

  I become aware of his voice, mumbling low. I can’t understand the words at first but the same rhythmic mantra continues and grows louder and louder until it’s fully audible over my own ecstatic noises.

  “Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come.” He screams the words and the last notes hang in the air and entangle with my own joyous “Yes!” at his ejaculation.

  I collapse onto my stomach and Thunder slumps against my arse. Finally he pulls back and slumps onto the bed beside me. Turning onto my side, I snuggle up into him and we cling together. My head over his heart, I can hear it thundering away. A smile creeps across my face as I digest my own secret meaning of his name—the roaring of his heartbeat, excited by me.

  I’m still horny, so I press myself harder against Thunder and lift my knee up to rest on his hip, lewdly splitting my legs and offering an open invite. I’m glad he takes the hint and slips his fingers down to my spread thighs and pushes a couple inside me, pumping in and out until I moan and my knee shakes.

  His thumb sits comfortably on my clit and circles while he fingers me. I tighten and clench as pleasure whizzes through my blood ‘til I feel lightheaded with it. My breathing is laboured, my cheeks are hot and my whole body vibrates with need. Thunder continues his methodical, deliberate movements. I can hear how wet I am, can even smell my light, feminine musk.

  “Gonna come!” It’s my turn to gasp out the words of warning and Thunder continues to do exactly what he’s doing, thank God. The slightest change of pace could halt this ecstasy in its tracks but nothing is going to stop me now.

  I dig my nails into his back, the delight bursting out of me. I roar against his chest, bucking and shaking as the orgasm shoots through me.

  “Good girl,” Thunder whispers, cradling me closer with the arm that lies beneath me. “Good girl.” He continues to stroke my clit, extending the rapture for a second longer each time until it becomes far too sensitive and I shake him off.

  He slowly removes his fingers, I bring my thigh down off his hip to ease my muscles and he raises those fingers to his mouth and sucks my cum off them with a leisurely wink. I gulp. It’s so sexy. All of a sudden, there’s a spark of yet more desire in the pit of my stomach. I can’t believe it. Surely I’ve had enough?

  “You are going to stay here with me tonight, aren’t you?” Thunder asks, dropping his hand down to rest on my hip.

  “I wasn’t planning to,” I reply honestly, “but then I wasn’t planning to shag you either and I’ve done that. Twice.”

  “You weren’t planning to?” His voice has a quizzical twang to it.

  “Nope, I wasn’t even really expecting to meet you again if I’m totally honest.”

  “Does this mean I seduced you?” I can feel his smile as his cheek pulls against the side of my head.

  “It does indeed,” I reply, kissing his chest.

  “Oh, I must still have it, then.” He chuckles. “So, you’re staying, right?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” I nod gently. “Currently I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.”

  I trace a finger over the licks of flames that are tattooed across his chest, over his heart and around his nipples. They seem to ripple up close, like real flames. I wouldn’t say I was a fan of tattoos but they sit well on Thunder’s skin. Beautiful decoration.

  “Know whatcha mean.” He yawns. “It’s been a long day.”

  “I don’t know how you’ve got the energy to do anything after bouncing around on stage like that.”

  “Oh, it’s all about motivation.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ve been very motivated tonight.”

  “The power of pineapple on pizza.”

  “Something like that,” he agrees, squeezing me close. “Something like that.”

  Chapter Four

  I wake with a start. There’s someone in my bed with his arm strewn casually across my middle. There are two giveaways that it’s a he—the hair on his arm, tickling against my hand resting on top of it, and the erect cock pressing up to my arse.

  I draw in a deep breath to calm down. It’s Thunder. I’m in his bed in his hotel room. I’m so used to waking up on my own that his presence truly unnerved me at first. My heart is still thumping hard but I’m not scared anymore. Now it’s because I’m so aware of his hard body all around me contrasting with my softness.

  Torn between moving and staying completely still, I give a little wiggle as the stiffness in my back from being in the same position for so long becomes too much. Thunder groans and pushes harder into me. He curls his arm around my waist and squeezes, moulding me against him.

  Is he awake? I can’t tell so I freeze. As desperate as I am to feel more of him, I don’t want to wake him up. What if he’s a grumpy riser? Now I wish I’d paid more attention when Amy read out random and apparently interesting facts from her magazines. I might know his morning routine if I’d paid attention. It’s crazy what details teenage fans seem to find fascinating about random celebs.

  He stirs further, but this time his hand strays with purpose. He moves it higher and grabs my breast, his thumb lazily sweeping over my nipple.

  “Mmm.” I relax back into him, confident now that he’s awake.

  “Morning, sunshine,” he purrs, kissing the nape of my neck and plucking at my nipple. It hardens to his touch.

  “Morning,” I reply huskily. “Sleep well?”
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  “Yeah.” He slides his hand down over my stomach and lower, into my pubic hair. “You?”

  “Really good, thanks.”

  His fingers slip down and I part my thighs so he can cup my pubis and rest his fingers between my damp lips.

  “But the waking up is better,” I gasp as he rubs my clit. I can’t believe how turned on I already am.

  “I’m usually grumpy when I get up, but I’m horny because I’m getting up today.” He presses his cock into my bum even harder. “If you get what I mean.”

  “I feel you, bro.” I chuckle.

  “Ooh, kinky.” He laughs and I roll to face him.

  “You know what I mean.” I prod him in the chest.

  “I know, I know, just teasing.” He dips his head to capture my lips with his. For a split second I worry about morning breath, but he’s kissing me so deeply it really mustn’t be a problem, and soon all I can think of is how much I want him to fuck me.

  “It worked too, you’re facing me now so I can do this.” He shoves me in the centre of my chest and I fall to my back with a squeal. Before I can yell at him for scaring me like that, he’s between my thighs, grabbing my hands and holding them down beside my head.

  “Bastard,” I exclaim with a giggle.

  “Cheeky minx.” He leans forward and blows a raspberry at the centre of my chest, making me squeal. He continues; kissing, blowing raspberries across to my armpit and back, until I am begging him to stop through the laughter. I’m very, very ticklish.

  All the time he holds my hands down, I’m trapped and laughing my head off.

  “Surrender?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I gasp as he nips and nibbles at the upper curve of my boob. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Gonna be a good girl now?” He bites down, just above my nipple, his teeth digging into my flesh.

  “God, yes.” I groan and press my groin up towards him. The pain is overwhelmingly pleasurable. I’m not even sure how that works.

  Thunder stops biting and kisses instead. “That’s better. Now keep your hands where I’ve put them.”

  He sits back on his heels and looks down at me. I’m sure I look a mess—bed head, red cheeks, sleep-sticky eyes, and probably those wrinkle lines you get from lying on sheets in the same position for a while, but all I can see in his gaze is lust.