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

by Marie York

  I clamped down on her clit, and she flung her arms back, smacking them against the ground as her body writhed beneath me. My hand pushed down on her stomach, keeping her in place. I curled my fingers inside of her, hitting her g-spot, and she screamed out.

  I sucked harder, and thrust into her with wicked abandon, riding out her orgasm until her body went limp. I gave her pussy a kiss as I slowly eased my fingers from her delicious center. But I wasn’t done yet.

  I got up and kicked my pants off, kneeling down in front of her, before I parted her legs, and plunged into her.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered.

  She reached out to me, and I went to her. Her hands held my face, and she looked deep into my eyes as I rocked into her. I had always thought Kennedy was breathtakingly beautiful, but in that moment, with the sun shining down on her, she was pure perfection.

  Her lips pressed against my shoulder. “You’re too good at this,” she whispered against my skin.

  “I’m just getting started,” I replied, and drove into her pussy harder and deeper.

  Her muscles tightened around my cock, and I slowed my pace at the intensity. Long, languid strokes, in and out, as I dipped my head, and flicked her nipple with my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth.

  I leaned back, gathering her with me, and sitting up, so she straddled me. Her arms snaked around my neck, and she pulled her body tight against mine. She took over, riding my cock, sliding up and down, and taking me in completely. My balls pressed against the tight curve of her ass and I looked up, thanking God for this beautiful woman.

  A groan rumbled up my throat, and she grabbed my face, smashing her lips to mine. Her tongue dabbed at my crease, and this time, I parted for her. She plunged into my mouth with wet, hot determination, searching my tongue out, and lovingly caressing it when she found it.

  Her hips ground into me as she pushed onto my chest and urged me back, dominating me. I submitted to her, letting her take the reins.

  With each motion, her tits bounced, and I lifted my hands, cupping them. I ran my thumbs across her nipples, and then squeezed and kneaded the swollen mounds.

  Her teeth slid over her bottom lip, as her eyes slipped close, and her head fall back. The ends of her hair brushed my legs, causing an entirely new set of sensations to course through me.

  She lifted ever so slowly then impaled herself on my cock. She repeated the motion over and over until my balls began to tighten.

  I gripped her waist, holding her in place. My dick throbbed begging for release., but I wasn’t ready yet. I wrapped my hand around her head and yanked her mouth to mine. I devoured her, relishing in every euphoric slick feel of her tongue against mine.

  My hold on her waist went taut as I drove into her. Over and over. Her muscles constricted, squeezing my dick as her orgasm overtook her. She fell limp against my chest, and I continued driving into her with one thrust after another until the world exploded in white light.

  Her head rested on my shoulder, and she pressed kisses to my neck. My breath was a gasping jagged mess as I came down from the highest of highs.

  “That was amazing.” She pulled back and kissed my nose.

  I love you. The words were in my head, making their way to my mouth, but I forced them back. What the hell? Where did those come from? I didn’t even know what love was. Didn’t think I was capable of it. There was only one explanation.

  Kennedy Bennett just fucked me stupid.

  Chapter 12

  Beckham

  Kennedy had been spending a lot of time at my place, so we took a break for one night. Plus, Erica, her roommate, was getting bored and lonely, begging Kennedy to go out with her. Kennedy promised me she wouldn’t get drunk and wake up in some stranger’s apartment again. And, even though I found myself wanting to spend every waking minute with her, I agreed that a night apart would be good for the both of us.

  Besides, it had been a long time since I had seen my boys. Max and Tripp were the first two people I met when I transferred last semester. If we weren’t at McGuire’s, we were getting drunk at their place, and watching whatever fight was on TV. So, I called them over to my apartment to watch the baseball game.

  They each showed up with a six-pack. We gave the usual greeting and then sat down in front of the TV.

  Max took a swig of his beer then swiped his brown hair from his forehead. “Where the fuck have you been?” he asked, tipping his bottle to me.

  I shrugged “Around.” I didn’t feel the need to talk about Kennedy. What we had was special, and it was between us.

  “Trish said she saw you with a girl the other day.”

  Trish? Oh! The blonde waitress. That was her name.

  Tripp scratched the black stubble on his chin. “Beck is always with a chick.”

  “Yeah, but he never keeps them around long enough to get them to fight with him.”

  I didn’t think Trish saw all of that, but I guess she did. Not that I really cared. It might actually be better. Kennedy and I might not be official, but I swore to her that while I was sleeping with her, there was no one else. While I wanted to keep us in our bubble away from the outside world, maybe putting it out there would be good. A slow step in the right direction and a chance to show myself and Kennedy that I wasn’t going anywhere.

  I rubbed at the back of my neck and shrugged. “I guess you can say I’m seeing someone.”

  “Ha ha!” Tripp busted out with an exaggerated laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day. This girl must have beer squirting from her nips.”

  “Don’t talk about her nips,” I growled. The only person allowed to even think about Kennedy’s nipples was me and I would hurt any man that as much glanced in their direction. They were mine and for my eyes only.

  Max raised his eyebrow, and I realized my mistake. I was getting defensive. I was in deeper than even I thought.

  “He’s screwed,” Tripp said, and I ignored his and Max’s laughter as I took a sip of my beer.

  Bottom of the sixth, there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone else, so I glanced at Max and Tripp to see if they invited anyone. Neither flinched, so I got up and opened the door.

  Kennedy stood there in a trench coat, her blonde hair in a beautiful mess of curls, and her lips, at the same height as mine because of her super high heels, were shiny and begging for my attention.

  “Kenny, what are you doing here?” I asked, as she bunched my shirt in her hand.

  “I missed you,” she said, with a flutter of her eyelashes, and my dick instantly hardened.

  Max and Tripp screamed out in victory. “Home run, baby!” Max’s voice drifted over to us.

  Her eyes shot wide. “Oh my God, you have company,” she whispered, panic lacing her words.

  “You were supposed to be hanging out with Erica.”

  “She cancelled on me for some poetry reading. I mean she invited me, but it sounded so boring, so I thought I’d surprise you instead.”

  “You did. Why don’t you come in and meet the guys? Watch the game with us.”

  “I…uh…no. I don’t want to intrude. Go back to your friends. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She kissed me quickly, not nearly enough to satisfy my raging urges.

  I grabbed her wrist as she went to walk away. “You’re not intruding.” Before she could argue, I yanked her in the door. “Hey guys,” I announced as we walked over to the couches. “I’d like you to meet Kennedy.”

  “Kennedy!” Tripp shouted then fell back into the couch laughing his ass off. He leaned back up and cleared his throat. “Sorry. Hi Kennedy, I’m Tripp. You’re Nix’s little sister, aren’t you?” he asked, and I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. Take myself outside and beat the ever-living shit out of myself.

  Nix had come here last semester for a visit and met Max and Tripp. It’s when I first found out Kennedy might come to this school. I just crossed a line I wasn’t sure I could secure. If Nix ever came for another visit, I didn’t know if I could keep Tripp and Max
from unknowingly informing Nix of my relationship with Kennedy. As far as Nix was concerned, there was no relationship. At least nothing beyond me doing random check ins. Definitely not fucking his baby sister every chance I got.

  “I am,” she responded, and Tripp actually giggled like a fucking girl. “You know my brother?” Kennedy asked and looked to me with a curious eye.

  “I’m Max,” Max reached over Tripp and held his hand out. “Don’t mind Tripp here. He doesn’t get out much. We met your brother last semester when he crashed here for a few days. Great guy.”

  “He is.”

  I needed to end the introductions. If anything, just to get Tripp to stop glancing at me with raised eyebrows, nodding his head like he knew what was up.

  “Ken, let me take your coat,” I offered.

  She yanked it tight around her. “No. It’s okay. I’m cold.”

  “It’s like sixty degrees out,” I muttered.

  “I’m always cold,” she said, but I knew for a fact she wasn’t. She sat down in the single chair next to the couch and gingerly crossed her legs.

  Her body was stiff, and her movements were with purpose, but when I gave her a weird look, she smiled, and ignored the question in my eyes.

  “So, who’s playing?” she asked, even though I could tell she could care less about the game. If she cared, she would have looked at the screen and figured it out herself. I knew she’d come in to watch, but she hated baseball. The only sport she’d watch was football and that was only because her dad dominated the TV during the football season.

  “Yankees and the Cardinals.”

  She nodded and sat back in her chair. We continued to watch the game, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Something was bothering her but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

  She looked almost uncomfortable, and I hated for her to look that way especially in my place. By the top of the eighth, she excused herself to the bathroom. I pretended like I needed a beer from the fridge and followed her. Not like I was fooling anyone.

  Once in the bathroom, she went to shut the door, and I placed my hand on the wood, holding it open.

  She startled then grabbed her chest when she noticed it was me. “Beck, what are you doing?”

  “You’re acting weird.”

  “I’m not acting weird,” she retorted.

  “Just like the last time you weren’t acting weird. Ken, I know you, and I know when you’re not acting like yourself.”

  She grabbed my arm and yanked me into the bathroom. The door eased shut behind me, and she shrugged. “Okay, I am acting weird, but only because…” She undid the tie on her trench coat, and let it fall to the floor.

  My eyes nearly bogged out of my head. The only thing she had on beneath the coat was some swatches of rose-colored lace. Two tiny pieces of lace covered her nipples, but I could still see the taut peaks beneath. A sliver covered her pussy, and, holy hell, she was wearing a garter belt, connected to two skin colored thigh high stockings.

  I took a deep breath as my gaze raked over her body. My dick strained against my jeans as I took in each captivating curve.

  “I thought you’d be alone,” she finally said.

  “I…I…You…” I couldn’t get words to form. All I could focus on were the two lines against her thighs, and the small triangle covering her pussy.

  “I was bored and horny.” She bit her lip and damn if that didn’t undo me right there. “Like I said, I didn’t know you had friends over.”

  “I’ll get rid of them.”

  She held her hand up. “No!”

  “And why the hell not?”

  “Because they’ll know you’re getting rid of them so we can have sex.”

  “So?”

  “I don’t know. I just don’t want them to know.”

  “They won’t.” I kissed her lips, trying not to touch her anymore. Afraid if I did, I wouldn’t be able to peel myself away from her. “You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you,” I said as I pulled away.

  “Good. I was hoping for hard.” She winked a sultry eye at me, and I stuck my hand in my pants and pulled my dick up, so it was hidden in the waistband of my jeans.

  “Go in my bedroom. I’ll be in soon,” I said, and headed back to the guys.

  “Is everything okay?” Max asked.

  “She’s not feeling well. It’s why she came over. She didn’t want to be alone. I told her to go lay down in the bedroom. She’ll be okay.” I sat back down on the couch, and picked up my beer, acting as if I didn’t have a half-naked Kennedy waiting for me.

  “If she’s not feeling well, we’ll head out,” Max said, and I thanked my lucky stars that I knew what his response would be.

  “The game’s almost over,” Tripp whined, and I guessed that right, too.

  “Come on. We’ll catch the last inning at McGuire’s. This game kind of sucks, anyway. I’d rather go pick up chicks then watch the Yankees score another run. First round is on me.”

  “Then what are we waiting for?” Tripp jumped up from the couch.

  “Don’t be a stranger,” Max said, giving me a pat on my shoulder.

  “But, if we don’t hear from you, I’ll assume Nix cut your dick off, and left you to bleed in the woods.” Tripp laughed before smacking my back.

  “Thanks, dick.”

  “Catch you later,” Max said, and they finally left.

  I all but ran back to my bedroom. Kennedy’s coat was draped over the edge of my bed, and she was lying propped up on her elbow. “Sorry to cut your evening short,” she cooed.

  “Baby, on my list of priorities, fucking you is always number one.” I ripped my shirt off and went to her. “Now, get over here, so I can fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” I slipped out of my jeans, and took my cock in my hand, stroking it.

  “Hard, right?” she questioned, fluttering those damn long lashes of hers.

  “You have no idea,” I growled.

  Chapter 13

  Beckham

  The next morning, I woke up to Kennedy in my arms. Normally, I’d freak out, contemplate gnawing my arm off, but not with Kennedy. I pulled her close to me and kissed her bare shoulder. She stirred beneath me and smiled a big sleepy smile.

  “Hey, stranger,” she said.

  I kissed her nose. “Hey. Are you hungry?”

  “For you? Always.”

  “Three times in one night isn’t enough for you?”

  She ran her finger nails along my chest. “Never.”

  “I need to refuel. Breakfast first, and then you can do that thing you did last night.”

  “Which thing are you talking about?” She winked.

  “The thing with your tongue,” I reminded her, even though she knew exactly what I was talking about.

  “Fine. Breakfast first.” She pouted. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  I kissed her forehead, pulled on a pair of gym shorts, and walked out of the bedroom. I heard the bathroom door click as I retrieved a carton of eggs from the fridge.

  There was a knock at the door. Once again, I wasn’t expecting anyone, so without even thinking, I flung the door open.

  “Surprise,” Nix said, and I almost dropped the carton of eggs. My body froze as I stared at my best friend, who had no clue his sister was naked in the other room having been just properly fucked.

  “Nix!” I exclaimed, hoping Kennedy would hear me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  He pulled me into a hug and Jesus his arms were bigger than the last time I saw him. His pat on my back nearly body breaking. I noticed the duffle bag on his shoulder.

  “What’s this?” I pointed to the bag.

  “I booked a fight for this weekend. Thought I’d surprise you. You don’t mind if I crash, right?”

  “Uh.. n.. no?”

  “Good.” He patted my shoulder and walked into my apartment.

  I prayed to God that Kennedy heard his voice and hid herself far away from his sight. If not, everything was about to turn
to shit and after finally getting things right with Kennedy that was the last fucking thing I wanted.

  “I can’t wait to see Kennedy. She’s going to freak,” he said.

  “Oh, she’s going to freak all right,” I agreed. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I sent up a silent prayer that today wasn’t my last day on earth.

  “Beck, you’re out of face wash.” Kennedy walked into the living room with an empty bottle of face wash in nothing more than my t-shirt. She glanced up and dropped the bottle. “Nix! What are you doing here?”

  I braced myself for a punch that I knew was coming. Nix was a reactor. In high school nobody messed with him because he’d throw a punch faster than a person could finish a sentence. I swore he got joy watching skin bruise and swell.

  Nix’s face twisted in rage. “I can ask you the same thing.”

  I exhaled grateful he didn’t knock me out cold.

  Kennedy kept her face emotionless. “I…uh…I spilled coffee all over myself and Becks’ place is a lot closer than mine.” Good girl. That was totally believable.

  Nix’s eyes glanced down to Kennedy’s bare legs, his lip rising in disgust. “He didn’t have pants for you to throw on?”

  “I have to do laundry,” I lied and prayed he didn’t see the piles of folded clothes I had on the chair.

  Nix laughed and shoved my shoulder. “Some things never change.” He walked farther into my apartment, but Kennedy and I stood frozen in place. I couldn’t look at her, afraid if I did, Nix would see something in my eyes. Something I didn’t even know was there, but expected it was because I saw Kennedy different now. I saw her as a sexy as sin woman who made me happy just by being in the same room as me. Nix couldn’t see that. He couldn’t know.

  Nix was my best friend, but if he suspected anything happened between Kennedy and I, he would beat me to a pulp then never talk to me again. His sister was simply off-limits. He got high off of protecting her and making sure she behaved.