Bad, Bad Girlfriend

by Delilah Devlin

He thrust deeper, and her hot, tight ring clenched hard. Gabe wrapped his fingers around his shaft and fed his cock into her pussy, sliding through his hand to push inside her, then drawing his hand away to enjoy the feel of her slick, silky walls embracing him.

  Jolie backed up, forcing him deeper, and he twisted the fingers in her ass, easing the ring, and fucked his cock forward and back in time with the inward press of his fingers working the tight hole.

  Jolie’s arms gave out, and her torso sank to the bed. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, tugging her back up. “No, you don’t,” he rasped. “You fight me, Jolie.”

  She reared back, thrusting hard against him, her bottom jiggling at last with the forceful lunges they gave each other.

  “Not gonna last,” he said, gritting his teeth.

  “I’m there. Jesus, I’m there!”

  He gripped her hair tighter and hammered her wet cunt, thrusting his fingers into her ass as far as he could, then holding them there as he powered into her.

  Jolie couldn’t match his speed, but thrust backward, her channel walls caressing him with strong pulls that milked him, forcing the come to shoot from his balls in steamy bursts.

  Gabe slowed his motions. Jolie collapsed again, her shoulders and back shuddering. He dragged the pillows from beneath her then lay over her, enjoying the feel of her weakening convulsions, clutching around his cock, and the slick skin of her smooth back and bottom against his body.

  He kissed her shoulder. “Jolie, I love you.”

  Jolie’s breath left her, and then she dragged in deep, jagged sob. “Sorry,” she blurted.

  “Sorry because you don’t love me back?” he growled.

  “Sorry ’cause I’m crying,” she said softly.

  “Don’t move,” he said. Then he was pulling away, moving off the bed and padding to the bathroom.

  Jolie lifted her head. “What the fuck?”

  The water ran. The toilet flushed, and then he was coming back with a cloth. He sat beside her on the bed, and the cloth disappeared behind her as he gently cleaned her.

  Again, he left the bed.

  Jolie laid her head on her arms, facing away, and the tears leaked faster from her eyes. He’s said he loved her. But did that really change a thing between them?

  The bed dipped beside her, and his body stretched out next to hers. Hands rolled her, turning her toward him, where he settled her head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not good at this,” he said, a hint of distress tightening his voice.

  Jolie thought about that and smiled through her tears. “But you’re trying. Means a lot.”

  “You still want me moving in with you?”

  She lifted her head to read his expression. His gaze was steady, his face tense.

  “If you’re ready,” she said, meaning it. She’d give him time. He’d already given her more than she’d thought she’d ever get. Three little words that warmed her from the inside out.

  “I’m ready. I’d like more, I think. But I don’t want to rush. Don’t want to make a mistake. I never want to hurt you.”

  She scraped the tears from her face and forced a smile. “Don’t hold back the next time I earn a little punishment. Not on my account.”

  Gabe released a deep breath, and one corner of his mouth slid up. “You’ll be sitting on a pillow for a day or two.”

  “Worth it,” she blurted.

  “Well?”

  She knew what he wanted. His body stiffened, waiting for her to respond in kind.

  Jolie cupped both sides of his face. “Gabriel Devine, I adore you. Every part of you. Even your greediness. I love cooking for you, because you make sure you let me know how much it pleases you. I love it when you act the man and take me for granted, because you let me rant and make it up to me in sweet, loving ways. I love your body, and I don’t think I’ll get tired of feeling you against me, inside me, even if I reach a hundred.”

  “That mean you love me?”

  “Impatient for me to get to the point?”

  “A little.”

  Jolie smiled, fresh tears filling her eyes as she caressed his cheeks. “I love you. You’re my heart’s desire.”

  Gabe’s breaths eased, and he hugged her closer. His cock stirred against her.

  She pressed her mouth into a feline smile. “You ready for that blow?”

  A snort of laughter shook his body. He drew his arm from beneath her and pushed her to her back. “After I suck off these pasties. They itch.”

  Jolie’s eyes widened. She should tell him. She really should, but he didn’t ask why she giggled as he scooted downward and latched onto one of the glittered tips.

  She’d tell him about Angie’s little trick after.

  Chapter Seven

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  “You gonna need help moving this weekend?” Mike asked, his tone casual. The gaze he flicked Gabe’s way said he was dying to know what had changed his mind.

  “Don’t have much. But I could use a hand. Jolie’s already making room for me.”

  “She’s moving quick to make sure you don’t change your mind.”

  Gabriel drew a deep satisfied breath. “I won’t.”

  “Don’t want any pole-dancing next?”

  He snorted. “Hell no.”

  Mike chuckled, and Gabe gave him a sheepish smile, too happy to be bothered with his best friend’s ribbing.

  The radio squawked. An armed robbery was in progress at a green grocer.

  Gabe radioed dispatch to tell them they were taking the call.

  Mike flipped on the lights and siren.

  All thoughts of Jolie bled away as he focused on what they faced. The closer they got, the more sure they were that this was the real thing. Cars barreled past, people scurried into neighboring stoops to huddle down.

  Adrenaline spiked, and his heart thundered inside his chest.

  The squad car ground to a halt just shy of the store. They both piled out, weapons drawn. They hit the ground at a dead run, peeking through the windows before rushing into the shop.

  Blood pooled behind the counter, but the clerk waved them toward the back of the store as he held his bleeding arm against his chest.

  Gabe caught a glimpse of the robber dressed in a dark hoodie—tall, slim, and darting toward the back door.

  “I’ll go through the back,” Gabe bit out.

  “I’ll take the alley in case he makes it that far.” Then Mike was running back the way they’d come.

  The gunman was out the door, Gabe ten feet on his tail. The gunman hooked toward the right at the end of the alley that branched two ways. Gabe looked left to see Mike turning the corner; he turned right and followed the robber to the end, which was blocked by a chain link fence.

  “Halt or I’ll shoot,” Gabe said, not pausing because the runner wasn’t stopping.

  The robber climbed up overturned crates, ducked beneath the fire escape against the right side of the alley and grasped the top of the fence to swing over.

  Gabe holstered his weapon and leaped to the crates, gripping the top.

  The robber turned on the other side and raised his weapon.

  Gabe hoped like hell Mike had his back, because he was going over the fence. He leaped up, heard a shot, then something clipped his head. He rocked back, landing on the pavement, seeing stars a moment before everything went black.

  *

  Jolie rushed through the emergency room doors, her trench coat over her pajamas, her heart lodged at the back of her throat.

  Gabe had been injured in the line of duty, but the hospital rep hadn’t given her any details.

  Arms caught her, wrapping tightly around her. “He’s okay, Jolie,” Mike said, pushing her head against his chest. “He’s okay.”

  Jolie let out the breath she’d been holding since she’d gotten the call and sank her face into the corner of his neck. She took comfort from him for all of a second before pushing away. “Where is he? I have to see him.”
/>   “Doctor’s with him now.”

  “Jolie!” Lucy ran toward her, her arms opening.

  Jolie gave her a hug, but Mike had said Gabe would be okay. She couldn’t wait a second to see for herself.

  Mike led her down a hallway to a treatment room. Inside, a curtain was pulled. Voices rumbled. One was deep, rasping. Jolie shuddered and gripped the side of the door.

  The curtain swished aside, and a doctor looked up, blinking. A smile crept across his face. “Must be Jolie,” he said. “Gabe here’s been complaining I’m too slow.”

  Jolie glanced beyond his shoulder.

  Gabe sat on the padded table, stripped of his uniform jacket and Kevlar, in a dark t-shirt and pants. A bandage encircled his head.

  “You were shot in the head?” she gasped.

  Gabe grimaced.

  Mike laughed. “He bumped his head on a fire escape chasing after an armed gunman.”

  Gabe flushed, apparently embarrassed that so much attention was being paid him when he’d only injured his pride.

  Jolie fisted her hands on her hips. “And I got out of bed in the middle of the night to race across town in my pajamas for this?”

  Mike and Lucy laughed, walking back out into the hallway. The doctor paused at the doorway. “Bed rest,” he quipped.

  The door closed, locking Jolie and Gabe inside alone.

  “I knew they shouldn’t have called,” he muttered. “You worried for nothing.”

  “It’s not for nothing,” she said, dropping her arms. “I’d have come if you’d gotten a paper cut. And it could have been much worse. The man was armed.”

  “Yeah, Mike took him down. He’s a couple of rooms down from me. He was hollering, but he’s gonna be fine, too.”

  Jolie strode closer, and Gabe eased off the table.

  She walked into his arms and laid her head against his chest.

  “You sure you can handle this?” he said against her hair. “You’re right. It could have been a lot worse.”

  “Do you really think it would be any easier if we weren’t living together?”

  “Guess not.” He gave her tight hug. “The up side is I get the next two days off.”

  Her chest jerked with a nervous laugh. “Wonder how we can spend the time?”

  “Can you get away from work?” he murmured into her hair.

  “I’m the boss,” she said, a smile in her voice.

  Gabe pressed a kiss against her hair. “You’re birthday’s tomorrow.”

  She nodded, willing to follow whatever plan he had in mind.

  “How about we fly to Vegas?”

  Her heart thudded. “You plannin’ to waste your quarters in the slot machines?”

  Gabe pushed her hair from her cheek then cupped her face between his hands. “I’m asking if you’ll marry me. Now.”

  Jolie closed her eyes. I’m not gonna cry. I’m not gonna cry. She’d just been handed the world in her pajamas and ratty slippers. “Yes. If you’re sure.”

  Gabe smiled and leaned down, his lips landing on hers for a long, breathless kiss.

  A knock sounded on the door, and they drew slowly apart. The door swung open. “Did she say yes?” Lucy asked, holding onto Mike’s arm.

  Mike gave them both a lopsided grin. “Lucy squealed so loud when you popped the question, she didn’t hear the answer.”

  Jolie slipped her arm around Gabe’s waist and turned to her two friends. “You both wanna go to Vegas with us?”

  *

  The UPS man strode through the doors of Jolie’s Delights and Rachel gave him a friendly smile.

  “You Rachel Pettigrew?”

  Nodding absently, she wondered why a personal delivery was being made to the shop but signed for the package anyway. When the delivery man left, she shook the box. “Well, it’s not a bomb.”

  She tore off the wrapping and opened the box inside. A pair of shiny, black stilettos lay nestled inside. A note rested on top. Simple and to the point.

  Use them to find your heart’s desire. J.

  About Delilah Devlin

  Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotica and sexy romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over a hundred sixty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and she is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Kindle Worlds, Montlake Romance, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

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