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

by Marie York

  She gasped against my lips and tightened her grip on my hair. She kissed me harder, and I backed her up onto the closest car. “I don’t hate you,” she said, briefly pulling away from my mouth.

  I grabbed a handful of her ass and yanked her back to me. “I know,” I mumbled against her lips, not wanting to part from them again. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t imagine waking up and you not being there. I want you there. Always.”

  Her tongue plunged into my mouth and she pressed her hips into me. I met her tongue thrust for thrust before she slowly eased away. “I know,” she whispered as she kissed a line down my neck. She trailed her tongue back up, shooting crazy ass chills through my entire body.

  I knotted my fingers in her hair, hauling her mouth back to mine. “I want you so fucking bad.”

  “Take me,” she pleaded.

  I placed my forehead on hers and shook my head. “Not here. Not like this.”

  Her nails dug into my back and she kissed her way up my neck. “Why not?” she whispered against my ear. “It wouldn’t be the first time you fucked a girl in a parking lot. I saw you, remember?”

  “How could I forget? It was the night you stumbled into my life and changed everything.” I ran a finger down her cheek, loving how soft her skin was against mine. “Which is why I won’t fuck you here. You deserve more than some dirty parking lot.”

  “I don’t care. Please, Nix. Make me forget everything but you and me.” She kissed me deeply then, pouring everything she had into it. It was frantic and hot as hell. I could feel the desperation in waves, smacking into me with relentless vigor. Her hands slipped under my t-shirt, and roamed up my chest.

  I was so fired up, my dick begging me to release it, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t treat Brooklyn like every other whore no matter how badly I wanted her. “Brooklyn…”

  Her hands spread wide and ran down my side, resting at the band of my shorts. “Mmm hmm?”

  “Stop.”

  “Uh uh.” Her fingers began to slide beneath my shorts and I grabbed them.

  Almost instantly, she stopped kissing me. She froze just as her eyes locked on mine. “I said not here.”

  She ripped her hand from my grip. “Why don’t you just tell me the truth?”

  “What truth?” I asked, having no fucking clue what she was talking about.

  “The thought of someone catching you with me bothers you.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” My mind raced and I felt like I took a knee to the head because nothing was making fucking sense right now.

  She looked away from me and down at the ground. “I’m not exactly a supermodel.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That she actually thought that was true. I knew she was broken. This perfect girl with too many cracks, but this particular one didn’t need to be there. She needed to know the truth.

  I placed my hands on either side of her face, and peered directly into her eyes, looking past the strong girl façade that she’d learned to put in place and down to the insecure one who Karl damaged.

  “What did he say to you?” She didn’t answer me, but she didn’t have to. I could see the years of mental abuse hiding behind her eyes. It was time to rid her of it. Let her see the truth. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Don’t you for a minute think that you embarrass me. You are right about one thing, though…I don’t want people to see you, but not for the reasons you think. It’s more selfish than that. I want you all to myself. Besides, do you remember our first conversation? I told you I’d bring you somewhere fancier than a parking lot and I’m standing by my word.”

  Brooklyn smiled and it was so damn beautiful I was questioning my decision. I wanted her so fucking bad. I snaked my hand around her waist and yanked her tight against me.

  “Vipe, we heading out?” Kevin asked, as he approached Brooklyn and I.

  Dammit. I kissed Brooklyn’s forehead, hating that we were interrupted, but a little relieved that Brooklyn wouldn’t try to persuade me anymore. Even more relieved I didn’t give into her. If Kevin saw a sliver of Brooklyn, I’d have to kill him on principle.

  “Change of plans.” I took Brooklyn’s hand in mine and turned to Kevin. “You’re driving Brooklyn’s car back and she’s coming with me.”

  “Excuse me?” Brooklyn exclaimed.

  “You heard me.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. I can drive myself home.”

  Kevin stood there, his eyes jumping between Brooklyn and I, as we continued to argue.

  “I never doubted that.” I leaned in close, grazing my lips against her ear. “But it’s a long, lonely drive home. I can make it fun.” I nipped at her ear, and she took in a ragged breath.

  “What did you have in mind?” she breathed.

  I traced my finger down her neck and let it fall, grazing her tit. “Only one way to find out.”

  She hesitated for only a moment before reaching in her bag and grabbing her keys. With a smile, she tossed them to Kevin, and got into Tanya.

  Chapter 33

  Nixon

  I loved Tanya, but being a manual and having to shift gears, was making it fucking impossible to do all the things I wanted to do to Brooklyn. How many stop lights were on this damn road anyway? I couldn’t wait to get onto the fucking highway. I rested my hand on her thigh in between shifts, and she laced her fingers through mine.

  When I went to shift, she didn’t pull away from me, instead holding on and shifting with me. It was the most ridiculous thing, but my cock throbbed in response. Every single touch from her was like lightning striking through me and revving me up.

  I didn’t think I’d be able to wait the two and a half hours to get back to my apartment, but I sure as hell was going to try.

  “Too bad you weren’t wearing a skirt,” I said, as I ran my finger down her jeans.

  “I don’t own any.”

  “Well, that’s a damn shame. You’d look amazing in one, not to mention easy access.” I winked.

  “Karl always told me I was too fat to wear a skirt,” she said matter-of-factly, and shrugged as if the words didn’t bother her, and maybe they didn’t, but they sure as hell pissed me off.

  “Well, he was a fucking douchebag who had no idea what the hell he was talking about.”

  A strip mall came into view, so I veered off the road and pulled into a parking spot. Brooklyn looked at me like I was crazy. “What are you doing?”

  “We’re going to get you a skirt, because if I can’t touch you the way I want to touch you, I may fucking explode.”

  I got out of the car, went around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Brooklyn put one leg out, and I gave her my hand to help her up, not that she needed it, but because I needed to touch her.

  I quickly picked out some soft flowy skirt that would give me easy access, but made sure it was something she liked. Who knew how long it’d been since she got to wear something because she wanted to. I wasn’t going to make the decision for her.

  “I love it,” she said, grabbed something else off the rack and headed into the dressing room. She had paired the skirt with a sexy top that showed off her amazing tits to perfection. Plus, it left her braless. Even better.

  “You look so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get you back in the car,” I whispered in her ear as I paid for the outfit after insisting, she put her wallet away.

  I grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her back to Tanya. My dick twitched in my pants, and I just hoped to God I could hold out till I got her home.

  I started Tanya up and floored her, anxious to get out to the highway where I didn’t have to shift gears and could focus my attention on Brooklyn and every sweet, sexy curve. I reached over and grabbed her tit, rolling her nipple between my fingers. It pebbled into a hard nub, and I wanted to put my mouth there, but couldn’t do that if I wanted to keep Tanya in one piece. A low moan came from B’s mouth, and my dick immediately hardened. I placed my hand on her thigh, gently stroking
and moving towards the place I wanted to be more than anything.

  “Open your legs,” I commanded. “I need to touch you.”

  “Yes, Please,” she begged as she shifted in the seat, pulled up the skirt, and opened her legs for me.

  I reached over and ran a finger over her pussy. “Oh B, you are so fucking wet.” I pushed a finger in, and then added another. “Holy shit, you’re fucking tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

  Her hand latched onto my arm, and she slid slightly in the seat, pushing hard against my fingers. “Nix, don’t stop. Please. It feels so good.”

  I was having a hard time concentrating on the road. My dick throbbed, and Brooklyn’s pussy felt too damn good. I needed to make her come before I wrecked the car. I continued pumping my finger in and out of her dripping wet pussy as I circled her clit with my thumb.

  “Oh, God, I’m so close. Yes, just like that,” she moaned as she thrashed her head against the headrest. I curled my finger up, finding her G spot, and she screamed my name as she came, her body shaking and quivering. I slowly slid out of her pussy, and brought my hand to my mouth, licking her juices off my finger. Damn was she sweet.

  Brooklyn breathed heavily for a few seconds before shifting her skirt back into place. “Holy shit that was... I’ve never come like that before. I’ve actually never been…”

  “You’ve never been fingered before?” Shock dissipated as a wicked smile spread wide across my face. “Don’t worry, there’s much, much more to come.”

  She bit her lip, and I nearly went off the road watching her teeth slide over the plump bottom lip. “You need to stop doing things like that or we’re never getting home.”

  “Doing what?” she asked, looking all sweet and innocent, and making me want to fuck the sweet right out of her.

  “You know what,” I said. “Man, I loved watching you come. My cock is so fucking hard right now. I swear I’m ready to explode, but I want to take my time with you. So I’m going to wait till we get home.”

  She smiled. “If you insist.”

  I grabbed her hand, and pulled it to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Oh, I do. For what I have planned, you’re going to need your rest.”

  ***

  Tanya was barely in park as I flung the door open and met Brooklyn at her side. I scooped her up in my arms, and she let out an amused scream.

  “Put me down. I’m too heavy,” she said, and I raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Seriously? I can bench press over 300 pounds. You’re like a goddamned feather.”

  “Hey, if you want to carry me, I’m not going to argue.”

  I slid my hand under her skirt, and grabbed her ass. “Me either.”

  I couldn’t resist any longer. I crushed my mouth to hers, needing to taste her. I plunged my tongue against her seam, and she parted, meeting me halfway. She tasted like the Jolly Ranchers she was sucking on in the car, and I knew they would never just be a candy to me anymore.

  I pulled away from her, and laughed when I saw old man Peters cleaning his glasses and quickly putting them back on. Old pervert. I smashed my mouth to Brooklyn’s, giving him more of a show as I walked her to my place.

  Once in the hallway, I dragged my hand around the front of her thigh, running it up between the two. She relaxed, making it easy for my finger to find her sweet spot. I pushed into her wet pussy, and her arms on my neck tightened.

  “I’m really beginning to like skirts a lot,” she said, just before I thrust another finger inside her, and she let out a loud moan. She pressed her mouth against my neck, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure.

  I turned the key in the door and pushed into my apartment. The door slammed behind us, so I let her down, and backed her up against the wall so she could feel how fucking hard I was. “If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to explode.”

  “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Her fingers crawled through my hair, causing me to shiver. I had never been so worked up in my life that a single touch almost undid me.

  I latched onto her wrist, and tugged her toward my bedroom. I told her fancier than a parking lot, and I figured right now, the fanciest we were going to get was my bed.

  I stepped into my room and turned to her, snaking my hand around her waist, and drawing her to me. My fingers trailed up the back of her thighs and cupped her ass. I squeezed the round flesh, and hoisted her up onto me.

  Instantly, her legs wrapped around me, and our lips came together. I decided then that I wanted to take my time with her. Worship her body the way it deserved. Show her everything she’d been missing out on all these years. Show her the pleasure she was capable of feeling.

  I placed her down on the bed, and urged her legs open. She hesitated, and I looked up, locking eyes with her. “You can trust me. I’ll only make you feel good. I promise.”

  She nodded and eased her legs open. I kissed the inside of her thigh, and dragged my tongue across the soft flesh. Her pussy was slick, and begging for me to taste it. My tongue swiped a line across her clit, and her body arched.

  I pressed a hand to her stomach, and held her down as I devoured her. She tasted so fucking sweet, and my tongue took on a mind of its own, licking and swiping. I sucked on her clit, and she nearly jumped off the bed, switching on the animal inside me. I pulled her legs until her ass was at the edge of the bed. She screamed out at the surprise, and quickly fell back into moans as I thrust a finger into her wetness, and sucked even harder on her clit.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God,” she called out and I picked up speed, finger fucking her with reckless abandon. She was so fucking wet, and I could sense her muscles tightening so I sucked harder on the sensitive nub until her entire body convulsed.

  I crawled on top of her, her breaths coming in short gasps as she came down from the ultimate high. I brushed a curl off her forehead and kissed a trail down her neck. My fingers curled into the hem of her shirt, and I pulled it over her head, freeing her tits.

  Her body tightened beneath me and I kissed her lightly. “Trust me,” I said. The tension in her body released and I bent my head and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking until it was pulled into a tight bead. I gave it a slight tug with my teeth, causing her to yelp before moving onto the next.

  Her fingers laced in my hair as I worshipped every single inch of her body. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

  “You make me feel beautiful,” she said.

  I kissed my way back up her neck and to her lips. She didn’t make me wait before she opened up for me, and met my tongue thrust for thrust. I climbed on top of her, and tension pulled at the edges of her eyes. I kissed the corners, soothing the fear away. I knew now it wasn’t me, it was the memories of what she endured. I swore to myself then that I would do everything in my power to erase those memories completely. That when I came on top of her she wouldn’t flinch, only smile and anticipate the pleasure I would bring her.

  “Nix, I want you.”

  “I don’t want to rush you,” I said. “I know I said all that shit in the parking lot, but if you’re not ready, I’m more than okay holding you instead.”

  She shook her head. “I’m ready. I don’t only want you. I need you. Please don’t make me wait.”

  I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and slid it into place, before coming back over her. Our fingers linked together, as I slid my cock into her wet pussy.

  It was so fucking tight, and the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Brooklyn’s body arched, pressing against mine, and I continued rocking into her, our bodies in perfect sync. Her hands squeezed mine, as I slid my cock in and out of her, never taking my lips from hers.

  Her breathing picked up, and I knew she was close. I pulled away and looked into her eyes, wanting to see her come. She immediately locked eyes with me, and didn’t look away as her body shook with another orgasm. “That’s right, B. Come for me.”

  Her moans filled the room, and as soon as her body relaxed into the
mattress, I plunged in and out of her until my dick couldn’t take another second of restraint, and I came long and hard.

  Chapter 34

  Nixon

  Brooklyn and I walked to the gym with my arm draped on her shoulders. Never thought I’d see the fucking day when I actually walked side by side with a girl, and actually wanted to. But it was nice. I liked touching her, even if it was just over her clothes.

  My phone rang in my pocket and I slipped it out to see Sal’s name flash across the screen. I rolled my eyes because there was no reason for him to be calling me right now, except to remind me about Seth and his mind games. I didn’t need a goddamned reminder. I witnessed them first hand and was prepared for his shit now. Not that I’d tell Sal that. Didn’t need him turning all Sally D on me.

  I came to a stop, placed my hands on either side of Brooklyn’s head, and kissed her forehead. “Go in and get started. I have to take this.”

  “Is everything okay?” she asked, blinking up at me with those eyes of hers. She seriously needed to watch how she looked at me with those things, or I’d keep dragging her into dark corners to have my way with her.

  Ever since we had sex, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. It was usually the opposite. I’d get what I want, be bored, and never want another taste. Brooklyn was like the best tasting thing I’d ever had and I don’t think I’d ever get enough.

  She waited for my response, and I smiled. “It’s just Sal. I’m sure he just wants to aggravate the shit out of me over something.”

  She laughed, then lifted up on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to my mouth. Slowly, she went to pull away, and I latched on to the back of her head, crushing my mouth to hers. It had been not even an hour since I had her spread wide for me, but I needed more. It was a craving I couldn’t satisfy. A need I couldn’t scratch. Always there, always begging me to keep trying. To take more and more and never stop.

  I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, urging her to part, and let me in. Stubborn as she was, she held out, and I groaned my disapproval. I felt her smile spread against my mouth as she finally parted and let me in.