Badboy Romance

by Lisa Simmons

  "Jesus, what has gotten into you?" he murmured, reaching for me to try and flip me over. I resisted, grabbing his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head while I straddled his hips. I could feel him at my entrance but I resisted the urge to let him sink into me as I ducked my head down, hovering over his lips.

  "Don't you like it, baby?" I whispered. My eyes traveled between his and his lips, which desperately tried to find mine. I shifted my hips to allow him to push just past my entrance, teasing both him and myself. My jaw fell open slightly but I remained determined to wait. His chest grazed against mine and I could feel his pulse quickening in his wrists beneath my palms.

  "You're fucking killing me," he muttered, pushing his hips upward to try and feel more of me. I rose from my position, moving out of his reach before he dropped back down to the mattress, huffing in exasperation.

  "Come on, Abby," he begged, his voice strained.

  "What, baby?" I purred, dropping to kiss him delicately. My lips molded against his once and my tongue swept across his once before I pulled back once more, leaving him arching his neck toward me as he tried to continue the kiss.

  "I need you," he growled, his hands twitching beneath my grasp as he tried to reach for me. I pushed harder on them, pinning him further into the mattress.

  "Like this?" I breathed, lowering my hips onto him to allow him to sink into me fully. My eyes squeezed shut at the delicious stretch, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the familiar pressure. I bit my lip into my mouth before opening my eyes to see his pupils blown so wide his eyes were practically black.

  "Yes baby, god."

  He pushed his hips up again, filling me as much as possible while I resisted the urge to let him take control. This was my turn.

  "Don't move," I commanded, nipping at his lip again.

  "What?"

  "I said don't move," I repeated, dropping to kiss him once more before sitting up, relishing the feel of him deep inside me. "And don't touch me."

  I released his hands, fully expecting him to ignore me but pleased when he obeyed, dropping his hands to the bed by the sides of his hips. My hands slid down his chest, his skin hot beneath my touch as I lifted myself enough to feel him pull almost completely out of me before sinking back down. My eyes never left his face as I watched him drink in every single detail. My hands pushed up my thighs, the skin feeling different than Reece's as I shifted my hips again, feeling all of him once more.

  Reece drew his lip into his mouth once more, resisting the urge to touch me while I rose and fell onto him again. I felt powerful as I watched his reactions, knowing I was the one causing them. His brows were pulled low over his narrowed eyes, which were constantly shifting between my face, my body, and where we were connected. He watched as he disappeared inside me, his gaze growing even darker while my hips rolled over him.

  "Fuck, Abby," he breathed. "I have to touch you."

  "Not yet, baby."

  I shook my head, letting out a quiet moan when I sank back down on him again. He seemed impossibly deep and I was driving myself insane from the way I pulled myself nearly completely off him before falling back down to his hips. My hands trailed over my lower abdomen, tickling across my skin before rising to cradle my breast in my hand. Darkness overtook me as my eyes closed and my head tilted back, too overcome with the things I was doing to myself to keep them open.

  Reece's breathing could easily be heard as he watched me touch myself, his hips twitching involuntarily beneath me when my hand plunged down my center to trace my fingertips over my clit. Heat spread through my body as I felt my orgasm building, the euphoria of being in control and the power feeding my build up quickly.

  "Abigail, fuck, come on," Reece breathed, his hands actually jerking the bed beneath me as he tugged on the covers.

  I opened my eyes to look down at him, his face flushed and eyes desperate. My hips shifted even faster, swiveling smoothly as I rose and fell over him, allowing him to sink deeper and deeper into me with every movement. I could hardly control my breathing anymore as it grew desperate, my body close to the end. My movements were getting rougher and faster as I pushed on. Soon...

  "Touch me, Reece," I breathed, ready to let him coax me to the end. He sat up instantly, his chest rising to meet mine as he crashed into me. His hands roamed up my body, kneading whatever part of me he could find as he kissed me roughly. My mouth opened to him, our tongues colliding eagerly as we moved together. His hips rose sharply, pushing himself into me hard and fast as the desperation I'd built up took over.

  My body practically was jumping as he moved beneath me, his hands never stopping their desperate exploration of my body. My hands tangled in his hair and tugged at the strands, needing him closer. Our moans and gasps were stifled by our kiss as he continued to push into me, filling me over and over as he pushed us toward the end.

  I gasped when my body was practically flung onto the mattress, our bodies disconnecting for a split second before Reece drove back into me forcefully. He gripped each of my hands tightly, pushing them into the mattress on either side of my face as he rocked his hips against mine. The pressure in my stomach reached the tipping point as he pushed into me so hard we nearly toppled off the bed, the final thrust ending both of us at once as we both struggled to keep quiet.

  Reece's lips pushed firmly into mine, stifling the moan rolling off my lips while we came together, both of us drenched in sweat and shaking slightly. He rolled his hips languidly, riding out the high with me until we both had enjoyed the extent of it. My chest was heaving beneath him and my entire body felt like it was on fire as my nerves sizzled. I could hardly control my limbs as they tingled in the most delicious way.

  "Holy fuck," Reece breathed against my lips, finally pulling back enough to take a gasping breath. I half laughed, half gasped beneath him as I collapsed from exhaustion against the mattress.

  "You said it, baby."

  "Drunk in love, I want you."

  Chapter 81

  A nestled movement behind me pulled me from the depths of sleep, waking me gently with the heat of lips at the back of my neck. Reece’s arms were warm around my torso as they tightened to haul me even closer. A quiet groan rumbled from Reece’s throat as he nestled his face into my neck. Before my eyes even opened, a smile pulled at my lips despite the slight throbbing in my head thanks to the wine I’d consumed the night before. “Morning,” he rumbled, his voice deep and groggy with sleep. The tone sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. We were both still completely naked, too exhausted to bother putting on clothes again after last night.

  “Hi,” I replied sleepily. I could tell the sun was up but I was afraid to open my eyes as the headache grew stronger. I groaned in discomfort.

  “Someone’s hungover,” he chuckled. I could feel his lips stretch into a smile against my neck before pressing against my skin once more.

  “It’s not funny,” I said, giggling anyway. His palm flattened out on my stomach as he shifted behind me, lifting himself so he could reach more of my neck with his lips. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered. He wasn’t fully convincing because I could hear the smirk in his voice.

  “No you’re not,” I accused weakly. His breath was warm as it blew out over my skin when he laughed quietly.

  “No, I’m not. Wanna know why?” he breathed.

  “Why?” I asked with a quiet sigh. I was still half asleep and very afraid for the full force of the hangover to hit.

  “Because, Abby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “You were so fucking hot last night.”

  I sucked in a breath at his words, a shot of adrenaline rushing through me as the memories of the night before flashed through my mind. A tinge of heat flushed my cheeks as I blushed, somewhat shocked at my own bold behavior.

  “Oh my god,” I murmured, unable to think of anything else to say. Last night had been absolutely incredible; the power I’d felt while enjoying the control mixed with the taboo of
having his family just down the hall had given me such a high, although I had to attribute a lot of my bravery to the wine. “Mmhmm,” he hummed quietly, seeming to agree with my statement. His lips pressed into my skin once again and I was suddenly aware of a firmness against my backside. Clearly the thought of last night was enough to make him want another round, which I was quickly succumbing to as his lips worked against my skin gently. My skin heated as he dragged his palm from my stomach to my lower hip, pressing lightly into the skin there. “You liked it?” I asked, my voice quiet. I finally managed to open my eyes but regretted it immediately as the light sent a jolt through my brain. They closed once more. “Liked it,” he scoffed quietly. His hand rose from my hip to finally turn my face toward his, my shoulders shifting so he could look into my eyes. “I fucking loved it, baby.” A quick breath pulled between my parted lips before he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me firmly. Reece often woke up in this sort of mood, but today he seemed even more eager for me. Apparently he really had enjoyed last night. I smirked proudly into the kiss, beyond thrilled I could have such an effect on him. Our kiss was interrupted by a burst of laughter coming from the kitchen downstairs. I didn’t recognize the laugh but it didn’t really surprise me; the wine I’d consumed last night would make it difficult to remember exactly what everyone’s laugh sounded like. “We should go downstairs,” I muttered against his lips halfheartedly. His body was heating mine in all the right ways and the last thing I wanted to do right now was get dressed and go face his family. Another through crossed my mind and I felt instantly embarrassed. “Not yet,” Reece murmured, reconnecting our lips to kiss me again. He took my lower lip between his teeth and tugged, his chest pressing into my back as he leaned over to kiss me. “Reece,” I continued, my works stifled by his mouth as I tried fruitlessly to break our kiss. It was hard to stop when I really didn’t want to.

  “Hmm,” he hummed, giving up trying to kiss me and shifting his lips to nibble at my ear. His hands didn’t stop roaming across my body as they trailed over my chest, massaging my breast lightly. “Do you think they heard us last night?” I asked, my voice breathless as he continued to pull me under his spell.

  “Who cares,” he said, reaching up to grab my face again and pull it back to his to kiss me again. “Now shut up, Abby, and let me fuck you.”

  I gasped as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his hips pressed firmer to my backside. The hand that had been on my face trailed down my front, grazing over my breast lightly before snaking between my legs to press his fingers into my sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips shifted involuntarily at his touch, waking up my body instantly. His knee nudged between my thighs, parting them to allow him to slip between them from behind. All thoughts of his family being very awake and just downstairs left my mind, my concerns about last night vanishing as I felt him pressing at my entrance. His hand gripped my hip, tilting my hips at the right angle so he could enter me from behind. I gasped as he pushed in slowly, the stretch just as incredible as always as he sunk into me. My head tilted back into his shoulder, dropping my lips from his as a quiet moan rolled off my lips. He immediately dropped his lips to my neck once more, sucking lightly on the skin below my ear as his hips rolled forward again. He hadn’t even gotten to push fully into me a second time when a sudden loud knock sounded at his door, causing both of us to jump wildly and snap out of our haze.

  “Mother fuc-“ Reece started in frustration before he was cut off by the voice outside the door.

  “Uncle Reece!”

  My eyes widened in surprise, the voice sounding like it came from someone very young who hadn’t quite mastered the full phonetic sound of Reece’s name. Someone who had definitely not been here last night. Reece dropped his forehead against my shoulder and blew out a deep breath as he realized who it was. My heart pounded heavily, praying they didn’t come in. “Is that...” I trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.

  “Reeceyyy,” a second voice called, sounding very similar to the first only a little higher. Reece pulled from me, sending a disappointed wave through me at the loss of the moment. It was quickly replaced, however, by a different kind of excitement. If that was who I thought it was...

  “Tell Uncle Reece to stop being so lazy, kiddos,” a third voice said jokingly.

  “Reece, Reece!!” the younger voices called. I turned to look at Reece to see him push his hand through his hair in frustration.

  “Yep, I’m up, I’m up,” he called suddenly, causing the three voices outside to cheer in excitement. “Give me a minute and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  “Uncle Reece!” the little voice repeated, as if they didn’t really know many other words. My heart fluttered, eager to see how this would play out.

  “See you soon, bud,” the adult voice called, followed by a deep chuckle. It was a man, but I hadn’t heard him before.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Reece called through the door. Finally, he peaked at me out of the corner of his eye. He took in my wide eyes and excited expression and sighed deeply.

  “You know who that was,” he stated flatly. He seemed slightly overwhelmed and very obviously put out that we had been interrupted. As much as I would have enjoyed it, I had to admit I was thrilled this had happened. “Your godchildren,” I guessed, earning a slow nod from him. I grinned widely at him.

  “Did you know they were coming?” I asked. I suspected not from the way he had reacted.

  “No,” he admitted. “Are you okay with meeting them?”

  “Am I okay with it?” I laughed. “Reece, I’m dying to meet them.”

  “They have shit timing,” he muttered. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

  He gestured down to his crotch, where he was still very much ready. I giggled and leaned forward to kiss his lips as he pouted.

  “Cold shower, baby,” I whispered gleefully. He didn’t look amused.

  “Pff,” he scoffed. “Isn’t that what I have you for?”

  My jaw dropped in amused indignation, pretending to be offended. “Oh, is that all I am? A source of sex?”

  He pouted out his lips while the corners dragged down momentarily, his shoulders shrugging in mock casualness. I huffed loudly before laughing and shoving his shoulders playfully.

  “See if I ever sleep with you again,” I joked, a smile wide on my face. I shoved him again before he grabbed my wrists and pulled me on top of him, dropping the fake indifference to grin widely at me.

  “You know how much I love you,” he whispered, his eyes connected with mine.

  “I do,” I consented, nodding slowly while grinning. I dropped my lips down to his, kissing him gently before reluctantly pushing myself off him to get out of bed. “Now get up. I want to meet these godchildren of yours.”He huffed out a heavy sigh before standing, his long frame folding out of the bed rather ungracefully thanks to his frustrated state. He walked past me and let his hand fall to my backside, slapping it lightly with a loud smack that sounded through the room. A small squeak left my lips as I jumped before another giggle followed.

  “You might want to put some clothes on first, babe,” he said smugly as he walked into the bathroom connected to the room. He turned to stick his head between the crack before he shut the door, smirking at me. “Give me ten minutes.”His eye dropped in a wink before he shut the door and I heard the shower start. I chuckled again before locating my bag to dig through and find some clothes for the day. While Reece showered, I did the best I could to make myself look presentable, using the mirror hung on his wall to apply some fresh make up and figure out something with my hair. I dug out my toiletries bag to head to the bathroom across the hall so I could brush my teeth. When I returned, I was greeted with the sight of more relaxed, relieved looking Reece pulling a shirt over his head, the final piece of clothing to his daily attire. He grinned at me, raising his eyebrows and barring his teeth widely as he rubbed the towel roughly through his hair a few times. “Ready?”

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�Ready,” I said, nodding. Nerves fluttered through my stomach. I wasn’t particularly amazing with children and I hoped I didn’t make a fool of myself. He crossed the room to me, pinching my chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger before he led me out of the room and down the hall. Voices drifted up to me automatically, far more than there had been last night. Another wave of nerves rolled through my stomach at the thought of even more people I wanted to impress. We had hardly landed at the bottom of the stairs when more choruses of Reece’s name were called out, followed quickly by two small bodies slamming into his legs.

  “Reece, Reece!” they called, four little pudgy arms reaching up toward him.

  “Hiiiii,” he said before bending over to scoop both of them up, holding one in each arm as they struggled to hug him. They were so little compared to him, fitting easily in the crooks of his arms. I couldn’t see their faces, but they each had bright red hair, one longer than the other. They released him and I felt a flutter in my stomach as he beamed down at them each in turn, their bright faces mirroring his own.

  “Are you two being good?” he asked them. They giggled and squirmed in his arms, but he held them soundly. They didn’t answer and I wondered if they even understood what he was asking as I remembered him telling me they were only two. “No they are not,” a voice sounded behind me. I had been so engrossed in watching Reece with the little ones that I hadn’t even noticed the living room full of people behind me. I turned to see Anne, Robin, Gemma, and two others I did not know. They didn’t appear much older than Reece and I, and I knew instantly they were the parents of the adorable little ones in Reece’s arms right now. “Tim, Mel,” Reece greeted, nodding at them. He carried the squirming children in the living room and sat on the single remaining couch allowing the children to promptly crawl all over him. I followed and sat on the other end, leaning back slightly so I could watch him interact with them. “Hey, Reece,” Tim said, grinning.