Bad Boys of Chaos: The Complete Duet Boxset: Books 1-2

by Marie York

  I pulled on his hair as pleasure erupted inside me.

  “Oh fuck. You’re so tight,” Beckham growled against my ear as he drove deep inside me. Deeper and deeper until I couldn’t think, too consumed with the pleasure he gave me.

  It was hot and animalistic, and knowing we could get caught at any minute only fueled the raging fire within me.

  Beckham pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my breast. He bent his head, taking my beaded nipple in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled the taut peak, and my head fell back at the delicious onslaught.

  My fingers dug into his shoulder as he pumped into me. A glimmer of sweat coated our bodies, and shimmered in the light of the full moon above.

  Beckham dragged his lips across my neck, and back to my mouth. He swiped his tongue at my crease, and I instantly parted, desperate to taste him again.

  Our breathing quickened, our movements became more frantic, as he had us both teetering on the edge. He shoved into me, rubbing my clit with his fingers, sending me spiraling over the edge. I whimpered against his neck as my body shuddered in contentment.

  Beckham shoved into me once more, spilling his seed inside me. He rested his forehead against my chest, our heavy breathing mixing, and becoming one. He reached a gentle hand up and brushed my hair from my forehead to behind my ear. His fingers lingered, but then he drew them away, and put my underwear back into place, before letting me down.

  I adjusted my dress, covering my exposed breast. My body was overloading on ecstasy, and I propped myself against the wall in case my knees gave out.

  “What the fuck did I just do?” Beckham asked, leaning against the wall. He ran his hands over his face, complete disbelief radiated from him. “Fuck!” he screamed then punched the wall. Blood poured from his hand, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His eyes were lost in a blank stare.

  I went to him, taking his hand into my own. Blood poured from ripped, jagged skin around his knuckles. “Beckham, what did you do? We need to get you bandaged up.”

  He blinked up; the blankness dissolving into shame. “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Sorry for what?”

  Beckham yanked his hand from mine, and I could only watch as the blood dripped down his fingers. “That should never have happened. And it never will again.”

  It was the most amazing sex I ever had, and he was apologizing? My high came crashing down as I looked at him, waiting for him to snap out of it and realize what we just did was beautiful. “It was amazing,” I said.

  “It was a mistake.” Such anger and resentment fueled his words and they nearly knocked me on my ass.

  “Fuck you,” I said, taking a step back.

  “Kenny, you don’t understand. Your brother. He’ll kill me. You and me can’t happen. Let’s just pretend it never did, okay?”

  I shook my head in disgust. The man of my dreams finally showed me the passion I always knew was there between us, and now he wanted to act as if it never happened. He might as well have stuck his hand in my chest and ripped out my heart.

  “You can do whatever the fuck you want,” I spat. I ignored him calling my name, and went straight to the bar.

  I waved the bartender down and ordered another lemon drop shot. He poured the shot and pushed it across the bar with a lemon slice. I ignored the lemon and downed the liquid. I placed the glass back on the bar, but dammit, Beckham was still fresh in my mind. I could still feel his mouth on my neck and his fingers running across my heated skin. I pointed to the glass for another. The bartender didn’t waste a second, spinning the bottle, and creating my liquid mind eraser.

  Erica ran up beside me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “You’re all sweaty. Were you dancing?” she asked as she wiped her own sweaty hair off her forehead.

  I tossed the shot down my throat, relishing in the burn. I threw some cash on the bar. “Yup. Ready to go back out there?” I said with a smile, taking her hand and pulling her toward the dance floor. We walked to the center and moved to the music. With each swing of my hips, thoughts of Beckham faded away, until all I could focus on was keeping myself upright.

  “Bathroom,” Erica yelled into my ear.

  I gave her a thumbs up then hitched it over my shoulder to the bar. “Drink,” I mouthed.

  We parted ways, I found my favorite bartender, and signaled to him for another shot. I tossed it back, and the rest of the night became a blur.

  ***

  I woke up. My head felt like it weighed nine hundred pounds, and my mouth was drier than the Mojave. I didn’t remember much from the night before. Everything after Beckham was pretty much a black hole.

  I rolled over, and opened my eyes to see if Erica made it home, and hoped she could fill me in on what happened, but she wasn’t there. Neither was her bed. I jumped up, and grabbed my head, reminding myself not to make any more sudden movements.

  I heard my cell phone, and searched the room, until I found it on a desk. I looked at the screen, and Beckham’s name flashed across it.

  I took a deep breath. “Hello?”

  “Kennedy, finally. Where the fuck are you?” Beckham demanded.

  I looked down, realizing I was in my underwear, and grabbed the blue comforter that was definitely not mine, and pulled it tight around my body. My eyes scanned the room, looking for a clue. For anything that would spark a memory.

  “Kennedy, please tell me where you are.”

  That was the problem. I had no idea.

  Chapter 7

  Beckham

  I liked my dick. Loved it actually. Too bad when Nix found out I fucked his baby sister against a building he would rip it from my body. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t. That was the problem. Whenever I was around Kennedy, my brain shut off completely, too consumed by the way she fluttered her eyelashes, how tight her ass was beneath those tiny skirts, and how she never hid what she really wanted. Me.

  How the fuck was a guy supposed to resist those gorgeous brown eyes as her delicate fingers ran up my chest? Oh yeah, Nix was going to castrate me. Shit. And worse than Nix, Kennedy hated me. It was probably for the best. We could go our separate ways; I could tell Nix that she was fine, and how she didn’t need me watching out for her. He would never have to know what happened last night against that brick wall. But there was another problem. I couldn’t walk away. Not from her. Not now. Not ever.

  Kennedy was the spark that had been missing from my life for so long. Every time she was near me, I felt alive, and like I was worth something. Too bad, after last night, I was the last person she wanted to hear from. It was obvious when I had called her, freaking out, because her roommate couldn’t find her.

  She rushed me off the phone with an ‘I’m fine’ and ‘it’s none of your business where I am’. And it wasn’t my business, but goddamn it, I needed it to be.

  I walked out of my apartment, hopped in my car, and headed toward Kennedy’s dorm. She could rush me off the phone, but trying to get rid of me in person wouldn’t be as easy.

  On the way, I stopped at a coffee shop, and picked up her large coffee with one sugar and skim milk. If she was as hungover as I suspected after hearing her voice this morning, there was no way she’d be able to resist the cup of life in my hold.

  Peace offering in hand, and my best smile plastered on my face, I knocked on her door. I waited, and when there was no answer, I knocked again. “Kenny, I know you’re in there. Open the damn door.”

  “Go away, Becky.” There was a growl in her voice, which only made me more determined to get into her room.

  “I’m not going anywhere until you open the door.”

  “Then I hope you have no plans for today.”

  “Cleared my schedule just for you, Kenny.”

  “Ugh!” I heard her flop back on her bed, and then the groans of agony.

  “Bet you’re feeling pretty shitty right about now,” I said to the door. “I’d bet a nice cup of coffee would help. Mmm… it smells so good.”

  A few seconds
passed, then the door clicked open. A victorious smile spread across my face as I pushed into her room. Her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and her usually bright brown eyes were dull and surrounded by black bags.

  “You look like shit,” I said, with an amused grin.

  She snatched the coffee from my hand. “Fuck you.”

  I swallowed at the fact I already did. My eyes lingered on the low cut of her shirt, and my mind remembered how good she tasted. Even looking like shit, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I was screwed.

  “Thanks,” she finally said, and held up the cup. “I needed this.”

  I ignored the searing desire to have a repeat of last night and plopped down beside her on the bed. I was grateful that she didn’t appear to want and rehash all the ways I messed things up last night. How I let her run away from me and didn’t have the balls to go after her. It was best we just put last night behind us.

  “You know what the best thing for a hangover is?” I asked.

  She burrowed into the corner, pulling her comforter up around her waist. “No, but I would pay top dollar to find out.”

  I reached across her to where her laptop sat on her bed and brought it back to me. “Grease,” I replied, knowing how much she loved that stupid movie. I just watched it with her the other day, but if it would make her feel better, I’d watch it a hundred times over.

  “Oh, really?” Kennedy arched an eyebrow. “Is it clinically approved?”

  “Better. It’s Beckham approved.”

  A little laugh slipped from her lips, and damn if it wasn’t the cutest thing ever.

  “You’re such an ass.” She playfully shoved my shoulder, and without thinking, I grabbed her wrist. The feel of her skin shot an electric current straight to my dick.

  We both froze in place and our eyes locked. The moment was charged with unsaid words and the undeniable attraction we shared. Her pouty lips parted, and I dropped her wrist like it was burning my own. And it was. I wanted to throw her up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her. Have her rip at my hair while I finger fucked her until she was screaming my name.

  I took a deep breath, reminding myself of how much I loved my dick, and how if her brother ever found out, I’d probably never see it again. Kennedy was a temptress with her big brown eyes and gorgeous smile, but I had to be resilient, and fight the urges to fuck her stupid. It was for the best. I couldn’t give her what she wanted, anyway. I meant what I said when I told her she was too good for me. She was. She deserved someone who could give her the world. The only thing I could give her was some crappy cup of coffee, and an hour and a half of my time while we watched one of the world’s most annoying movies.

  She brushed off my sudden freak out, and leaned over me, pressing her perfectly round tits against my arm. Grease popped up on the screen, and she hit play.

  I was so used to Kennedy flying off the handle every time I purposely refused her, so I was a little taken aback by her little act. I was waiting for her head to spin and green shit to spew from her mouth.

  “You’re really going to watch this with me again?” she asked all innocently.

  “Of course, I will.” Her dull eyes lit up, and her excitement broke me down. “Come here,” I said, and held my arm up. I knew being close to her was wrong. Stupid really. But, if I wasn’t able to have her, at least I could hold her, and pretend for the next hour and a half that things were different.

  She snuggled into my side, and I ran my hand over her mess of blonde hair. Even though it was wrong, it felt so right.

  “Becky?” Her voice was so small I barely heard it.

  “Yeah, Ken?”

  “About last night.”

  My body stiffened beneath her. I was an idiot to think she wouldn’t bring it up. But what did I expect? That I could just show up the next morning after fucking her against a building, and she wouldn’t say a damn thing? I knew her better than that. Still, I hoped we could pretend things hadn’t changed. “Can we just forget about it for now?” I asked and hated myself for even requesting that of her.

  She curled her fingers across my chest, and I waited for her to punch me. Instead, she uncurled them, resting her hand flat against me. “For now,” she said.

  I sighed a breath of relief. For today, I was safe.

  Chapter 8

  Beckham

  I woke up with morning wood and a text from Nix telling me about some chick he slept with last night. Normally, we’d go back and forth comparing notes, but I was with his sister last night. Purely innocent, but still not something I wanted to share with Nix. He’d ask too many questions if he thought I was not just watching out for her, but also accompanying her to the library, and sitting there while she studied.

  He’d get suspicious. Hell, I would be suspicious. You only do that shit when you wanted to get in a girl’s pants. The truth was, I just enjoyed being around Kennedy. Even if that was the case, Nix would never understand. He wasn’t that kind of guy.

  To keep Nix from thinking any differently, I texted him back a bunch of bullshit.

  Beck: The girl I was with last night could suck a golf ball through a hose.

  Nix: Was she hot?

  Beck: Who cares? I didn’t have to look at her face. But she had a great rack.

  Nix: Nice!

  Nix: Just got to the gym. I’ll catch you later.

  Beck: When’s your next fight?

  Nix had gotten into UFC fighting last year before I transferred. He was pretty fucking good, too. He was determined to make something of himself and he would. Another reason he didn’t need to know I screwed his sister. I watched him take a guy down with one good punch. I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his fist, that was for damn sure.

  Nix: Two weeks from Saturday. Have to drop six pounds.

  Beck: Good luck with that! I’m going to get me some bacon, egg and cheese on a roll. Maybe a donut, too.

  Nix: Fuck you.

  I tossed my phone on the night stand, and headed out to take a shower. A knock on the door had me switching directions. I wasn’t expecting anyone that I remembered. I scratched my head and held my hair out of my face. Without even bothering to toss on a t-shirt, I answered.

  Kennedy, in a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that hugged every beautiful curve, held up two cups of coffee. But when she took me in, her smile quickly warped into a wide-eyed stare. Her gaze lingered downward, and her cheeks flushed. I looked down and totally forgot about the major morning wood I was apparently still packing.

  She cleared her throat. “Um…is…uh…I brought coffee.” She pushed the cup at me practically smacking me in the chest. Her eyes darted all around, but kept dropping to the bulge in my underwear.

  “I wasn’t expecting company,” I said, with a slow amused smile, as I took the coffee from her outstretched hand.

  Her finger twirled in the air and pointed at my crotch. “I can see that. Did I interrupt you, Palm-ala, and her five friends?”

  A laugh bellowed out from my throat. “Funny. No. Just woke up like this.”

  She bit her lip and blinked up at me through those long lashes of hers. “Is he always ready to go?”

  He definitely was, and since I opened the door, he’d been even more eager. My head told me to not feed into her flirting, but my dick took over, and the words were out before I could stop them. “Oh yeah. He never sleeps.”

  She nibbled at the corner of her mouth, and damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Visions of her sliding that pretty little mouth up and down my shaft popped into my head. I swallowed down the desire to scoop her up, and carry her to my bedroom. I needed to focus on something other than her lips, so I took a sip of my coffee, shifting my gaze to the kitchen.

  “You want to come in?” I asked, only then realizing how stupid of an idea that was. The last thing I needed was Kennedy in my apartment with the door shut. It was dangerous territory we were walking into, and I swear she knew it.

  She stru
tted past me with a triumphant smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  I shut the door and slowly turned, attempting to get my shit together. “So, what brings you to this side of town so early in the morning?”

  “I figured I owed you coffee. I got up early, so I thought I’d personally deliver it.”

  “How’d you get here?”

  “I walked.”

  I arched an eyebrow at her. It was a ten-minute drive to my apartment from hers. To walk it, it would have taken her at least a half hour. My coffee was still hot. There was no way.

  “Okay, fine. I took an Uber.”

  Sweet of her, yes, but she forgot how well I knew her. Kennedy Bennett didn’t go out of her way for anyone. Unless she had an ulterior motive. I just had to figure out what it was. “Went through a lot of trouble just to give me a cup of coffee.”

  “I guess I felt like I owed you. I haven’t exactly been easy to be around. You mean well. I know that. Sometimes, I let my emotions get the best of me, and I take it out on you, so this is my way of saying thanks.”

  I walked over to her and pressed the back of my hand to her forehead.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Checking for a fever. You must be delirious.”

  She swatted my hand away. “Knock it off. I’m being serious.”

  Those adorable little wrinkles didn’t appear between her eyebrows. Maybe she was being honest. I didn’t think she had it in her. “I appreciate it. Thank you. Did you eat?”

  She shook her head. “Just coffee.”

  I made my way to the cabinet and took out two bowls. “Coffee is not breakfast.”

  “In my book it is.”

  “Well, your book is wrong. I have your favorite.” I pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, which we used to fight over every morning after I stayed the night at her parents’ house.

  An excited smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she waved her fingers in a come hither motion.

  I laughed and filled the bowl before pushing it over to her.