Almost Too Far (Almost Bad Boys #3)

by Peart, A. O.

  “Ah!” I gasp, pulling away from his mouth and biting my lip again.

  Colin grasps the back of my thigh and hitches it higher and over his hip. His thumb skims over my throbbing clit, and I tilt my hips upwards, surrendering to this sweet anguish.

  “Colin, please… I want to come. Now!”

  “So impatient. So needy,” he murmurs against my lips, sending a new bout of sizzling sensation down south of my waist.

  “You make me needy for you,” I gasp when the head of his engorged penis slides completely out, and then back in through my cleft. It stretches and fills me, and I greedily push toward it, moaning.

  Colin holds firmly onto my thigh and buttock, keeping me in just the right angle for him. His face is right above mine, and his blue eyes are dark with lust.

  “Is that what you wanted?” His mouth quivers, and one corner lifts up. He looks as sexy as hell, smiling like this.

  I breathe fast, my fingers frenziedly sliding over his back.

  “Is it? Tell me,” he demands.

  “Yes. It’s what I want,” I whisper, unable to speak up; unable to really form any coherent thought. I just want to feel him inside and all around me.

  “I want to hear more.” He pounds into me relentlessly, but when I only whimper in pleasure without succumbing to his command, he stops.

  “Colin, please. Don’t stop,” I beg.

  “Tell me.” His tongue laps over my earlobe.

  “I want you to fuck me, hard. I don’t want you to stop. I want your rigid cock to hammer me into an orgasm. That’s what I want,” I whisper frantically.

  He drives into me again, all the way, deep inside, and I cry out when the thunder of release claims me. Colin doesn’t stop, and I keep climaxing, long and strong. My fingernails dig into the skin of his buttocks in the same rhythm as his manhood slams into me.

  His breath becomes shallow and ragged, desperate with his own primal need for a release. He screams, “Natalie! Fuck, yes! Yes!” His thrusts are desperate and vehement, and I can’t get enough of him, so I whisper his name and squeeze my legs around him, urging him to keep going.

  He finally collapses on top of me, but still supporting his weight on his trembling forearms. He’s laboriously breathing and shaking in the aftermath of such an overwhelming orgasm.

  NINETEEN

  Don’t be with someone you can be with; be with someone you can't be without.

  Anon

  We lay on our backs, holding hands and looking at each other. Colin’s eyes are half-closed. His features are relaxed and gorgeously male.

  “When we’re back, I want you to wear that pink bra,” he murmurs lazily.

  “The pink bra? The one you first saw me in?” I laugh.

  “That’s the one. And the same skirt and heels.”

  I lift my head from the pillow and slide my arm under it. “Huh. Don’t tell me you want me to parade half naked in my office for you.”

  “Nah. In my bedroom should be sufficient. You never wear that bra anymore.”

  I groan and shake my head. “That’s my badge of shame.”

  He opens his eyes and gives me an incredulous look. “Because you ran into me half-naked in your office?”

  “Something like that.”

  He swiftly rolls over to hover above me. His upper lip lifts in a tiny snarl. “That was the best day of my life up to that moment. You brought me to my knees.”

  “What? I thought you thought I was a complete moron or a ditz. What kind of woman runs around half-naked in her place of employment?”

  “You’re too hard on yourself, babe. You took my breath away, and I still have difficulty breathing around you.” He smiles, and his eyes narrow playfully.

  I lift my hand and trace his lips with my finger. Colin opens his mouth and captures it in his mouth. He begins to suck and closes his eyes. This is such an erotic act, that I feel my sex immediately clench and dampen in need.

  “I want you to do this to me. Everywhere,” I whisper.

  He smiles and gently bites my finger. His hand finds my breast and starts plumping it. My breath hitches. I moan. Colin slowly slides his fingers down over my stomach and all the way to my folds. Unhurriedly, he starts playing with me, releasing the rush of desire. I want to scream in frustration. I don’t want him to be gentle. But his hand is barely touching me there.

  I arch my back, pushing against his fingers. He chuckles. “So impatient. You want it hard or gentle?”

  “Hard. Very hard.” I gasp.

  “Then ask,” he taunts.

  “I want you to take me firm and fast. Don’t stop. I want to feel you slam against me, hard.” I keep panting, overtaken by yearning.

  Colin claims my mouth with his. Granting my wish, he’s not gentle but possessive and urgent. His tongue and lips are demanding and greedy. His fingers are probing inside my cleft, and then without warning his rigid cock enters me and thumps fiercely, back and forth. I cry in surprise and joyful fulfillment when he gives me exactly what I want. My breasts jiggle up and down in the primal rhythm of his lovemaking.

  Through his clenched teeth, Colin says, “I love your tits. They are gorgeous. Play with them, baby.”

  I cup my breasts and roll them under my hands, pinching the nipples. Colin growls deep in his throat. “Oh, yes, like that, baby.”

  He pounds into me so hard, I start sliding to the edge of the bed. But he doesn’t stop even when I’m dangerously close to falling off. Instead, he clutches my shoulders and pushes me down to him.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commands, and I do as I’m told.

  Colin lifts my buttocks up, holding onto my hips and moves me to the middle of the bed. “Now I want you to come,” he rasps.

  His cock relentlessly plunges into me, and my clit throbs with every thrust. I press the back of my thighs into his driving hips, wanting him even deeper inside.

  A long, guttural moan escapes me, and heat explodes in my sex. “Yeeeeeeees!” I fist the sheets in my hands and shake my head from side to side, coming, still coming. It’s such a deep, prolonged pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want Colin to ever stop. He’s the only one who can make me feel so free and confident, openly receiving and giving, and wanting more.

  Colin grunts low and long, and his muscles clench then shudder. He spurts into me, still pumping hard and fast. And then he stills for a moment, throwing his head back and groaning once more, exhaling. He looks at me intently and starts his thrusting again, rubbing his thumb over my swollen clit. “Come once more. I know you want to. Come for me, baby.”

  Before I even register what he’s offering, the new climax finds me, and I scream in abandon, openmouthed, shamelessly.

  If that’s not the best proof of Colin’s altruism then I don’t know what is. Even spent and satisfied, he still has my own fulfillment on his mind. What other guy has ever been this way with me? I try not to think about all the complete asshats I’ve dated in my past. They have nothing on Colin.

  He hovers over me, supporting himself on his outstretched arms, watching me intently. I’m panting, my heart violently thrashing in my chest, and my lungs unable to expand enough to calm the aftermath of multiple climaxes.

  “Colin.” I close my eyes. My voice is barely above the whisper. “Can you ever trust me?”

  “What do you mean? You think I don’t trust you?”

  I look at him. His expression is a mix of confusion and hurt. I almost want to take my words back. I don’t want to cause him pain. But we have to talk about this, or it will never get resolved. I need to know… to understand if his past still clutches him in its ugly grip. “I need to ask you something, but before you answer, take a moment to think about my question.”

  “Okay,” he says slowly, pulling out and lying down next to me. His fingers brush the hair away from my temple. I feel his intent gaze on me. “What is it?”

  I take a slow breath—in and out, in and out, in… “I know it’s difficult for you to overc
ome your past. I’m not asking you to forget. But I’m not Faith. My life has never been as challenging as hers. My parents, although usually preoccupied with their jobs, themselves, and now with traveling, have always been there for me. They are good parents. They took care of me, and they loved and cared for me. I mean, they still do.” I turn my face to look at him. “I had a really happy childhood, no tragedies, no painful memories.”

  He’s watching me in silence, leaning on his bent arm and supporting himself on his elbow.

  “I need you to see me, not someone else in me. Because there isn’t anyone else.”

  “I know. And I don’t want anyone else, babe,” he says softly.

  “Then let me be myself. Let me make my own choices. Don’t go overprotective on me.”

  His brows pull together. He’s silent, and I’m waiting. I don’t want to lead him. He needs to do this on his own—to come to the realization that I’m not going to let him change me, because that would make me resent him. But does he understand that? Is he willing to accept me for who I am?

  Colin slowly slides his fingers around my chin and down the side of my neck. A tiny smile is playing on his lips, and then he says, “Do you really think I’m acting domineering? Am I selfishly trying to fit you into some girlfriend template that I’ve constructed while being with Faith?”

  I take another deep breath to calm my wildly beating heart. “That’s how I sometimes feel.”

  Colin’s mouth opens slightly and he quietly asks, “You do?”

  I bite my lip and nod.

  He rolls over to lie on his back with his arms folded under his head. He’s staring silently at the ceiling. A few moments past and then a few more. I am completely still, waiting for him to talk. I think I’m even holding my breath.

  The stillness in the room is overbearing. Finally, Colin says, “She was a difficult girl—not at first, but she gradually became one. I guess I took it upon myself to watch over her, to protect her, because that was what needed to be done. When you love someone… when… when they are lost, you just want to bring them back.” He turns his head to look at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing that to you, baby.”

  I smile sadly. Did I push him too far? I don’t want the panic attacks to come back. He’s been doing so well in the last few weeks.

  Gently, Colin’s hand caresses the side of my arm, and I shiver. His touch means so much. He means so much to me.

  I press the palm of my hand to his cheek, seeking the familiar warmth of his skin.

  “Can we try this again?” he asks.

  “Again?”

  He smiles that dazzling, sexy smile that carries so much promise. “Can you give me one more chance to prove that I trust you?”

  I cock my head to the side. “I can give you more than just one chance. I love you. This isn’t a test.”

  He rolls over me, and his mouth is inches from mine. “I love you, too. I promise to back off. I didn’t realize I was a controlling jerk boyfriend. Will you forgive me?” Colin pecks me on the lips, grinning.

  “It’s not about forgiving. It’s about moving forward.” I kiss him back and look into his eyes. There is something soft and vulnerable in there, just like when I held that baby at the party. Oh, Colin, you are mine, and I am yours.

  Maybe we’ll never be truly perfect together. After all, who is? But we sure as hell will try our best. We just need to learn how to forget our past and let the trust take over. Because I start understanding that he indeed trusts me, but he is afraid to show it. It may be a while before we’ll get there, but I’m ready to give it a try. And now I think he is, too.

  THE END OF ALMOST BAD BOYS SERIES

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  A.O. Peart writes in multiple adult, NA, and YA genres, including paranormal, fantasy, urban fantasy, contemporary, sci-fi, and short stories. Almost Bad Boys is her first New Adult contemporary series. The action takes place in Seattle—the city, which she came to call her home. She describes herself as European born, American by choice.

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  Ten Years Ago

  I lost everything today.

  My hope.

  My faith.

  My heart.

  All that I had done to protect him didn’t mean a single thing now. I left to give him a better life, a chance for him to follow his dreams just like we’d always talked about. Except in doing that, and leaving him in the dark, I condemned myself to a fate worse than I could have ever imagined. It had only been three months since I’d left him, but it felt like it had been a hundred long, agonizing years.

  I needed him and I needed him now, to feel his arms wrapped around me—holding me tight—and telling me everything would be okay. It’s not going to be okay. Especially, when the look on the doctor’s face went from hopeful to an outright mask of uncertainty when I told her what was going on. She examined me thoroughly and I gritted my teeth through the pain, trying my hardest to stay positive and calm, but it was no use. The only link I had to the one person I’d given everything up for slowly slipped away from me as each minute passed.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I envisioned in my mind that I was back at home getting ready to have the summer of my life before I left for college. It was supposed to be perfect, just me and Matt enjoying our time by the ocean and being what we were … teenagers. Things weren’t supposed to happen like this.

  The ever deafening silence in the room made me want to scream. My eyes burned like fire, scorching me from the inside out as I tried to hold back the tears. Was I stupid for still wanting to hold onto hope? That maybe there was still a chance.

  This can’t be happening to me. It’s all just a bad dream. It has to be a bad dream.

  Shaking my head quickly, I finally opened my eyes only to be blinded by the fluorescent lights of the examination room. The table felt like a boulder against my back, but I lay there, numb to everyone and to everything around me, silently letting the tears fall. I had to brace myself for what was to come.

  Jace and Lexi, who were my two closest friends at Berkeley, both squeezed my hands, bringing me back to reality. Lexi, in her Hello Kitty pajamas and her blonde hair in a messy ponytail, tried to stay strong for me, but I could tell she was barely hanging on by a thread. Jace was a different story. He was literally the strong one out of the trio both—literally and physically—however, even the strongest ones broke at times. I could see it in his melancholy, crystal blue gaze that he was also trying his hardest to stay strong.

  It all happened when we were studying together in my apartment, eating pizza like we always did for the past few Wednesday nights, when something went terribly wrong. I’d had a few issues before, but everythi
ng came back normal after the tests, so I thought I was in the clear. I didn’t understand why it was happening again.

  Jace and Lexi rushed me to the emergency room as fast as they could, hoping that I’d be okay like I was before. This time was different, though; I could feel it in my blood and I could sense the spark of life dying inside of me as each second passed. A person knows when something is wrong, and I knew something was terribly wrong.

  I was so angry with myself that I couldn’t even look at my friends without feeling ashamed of how weak I was. I did everything right, and everything I was supposed to do to keep myself healthy and strong. What more could I do?

  Lips trembling, I bit down hard, not even caring about the pain or the metallic taste of blood on my tongue, and turned my head away. Jace brushed the tears off my cheeks with the pad of his thumbs, but as soon as he did, more fell in their place. It was hopeless.

  Putting his forehead to mine, while his other arm wrapped gently around my shoulder, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “We’re here for you, Shels. I texted your mother and she said she’ll be down here soon. You’re not alone, okay? I’ll stay in here with you if you want me to.”

  “Same here,” Lexi agreed, putting her arm around me as well. “I’m not going anywhere either.”

  Swallowing hard, I nodded quickly, and squeezed my eyes shut. “Thank you,” I whispered hoarsely, trying to hold onto their warmth. I was cold, my body trembling and teeth chattering as I tried to take in a deep breath.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Jacobs place her stethoscope on the desk before hesitantly turning toward me with sorrow-filled eyes. “What did I do wrong?” I asked her. Hearing the sound of my voice, I could barely recognize the strangled cry that left my lips. I was heartbroken, and I felt … empty. I guess it was because I was.

  She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, approaching me slowly. Her strawberry blonde hair was smoothed back in a tight bun, and even with her glasses on it still didn’t hide the turmoil in her midnight blue eyes.