Big Bad Wolf: A Bad Boy Next Door Second Chance Romance

by Frankie Love

  I get down on the floor, on my knees, and take him back in my mouth. I pull his giant cock in as deep as I can, and I love the way he grabs my head, runs his hands through my damp hair, as I dip in and out, up and down.

  “Oh, Emmy, fuck,” he groans, and I smile with his cock in my mouth. I love that I can get him off so well.

  “Fuck me, baby, fuck me,” he says again, and I can feel that he is close. His throbbing fullness is so thick and hard and ready to explode.

  I pull his veiny cock out of mouth. He’s come on my tits before, on my ass—but no one has ever come on my face, and I fucking want it. I want my face to be covered in his seed.

  “You sure?” he asks. And when I nod yes, he spurts his come across my cheeks. My pussy is dripping in delight. I am Ace’s woman, and with his come all over me, it feels so true.

  I want to taste some of it too, though, and I pull his hard cock back into my mouth, sucking him hard and fast as he comes more, and the salty cream coats my throat as I swallow. I want to keep his rod in my mouth for as long as possible. It tastes so good, so hot.

  I have never willingly given a man so much dominance over me. So much control.

  I want to give Ace everything.

  20

  ACE

  I press a towel to Emmy’s cheeks, wiping away my seed, and she smiles softly, then shakes her head. Obviously thinking something.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “Isn’t this all kind of unexpected?” She licks her lips, then stand before me, her tits so nice and full. Her nipples still hard and ready.

  I’m still sitting on the edge of my bed, and I wrap my arms around Emmy’s waist. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I inhale her.

  “It’s fucking unreal, is what it is.” I laugh, squeezing her tightly. “My friends don’t know what to think. I’m never like this.”

  “Your friends mean a lot you?”

  “Yeah, those boys are my family. I trust them, completely.”

  “You don’t have any other family? At all?” she asks.

  I loosen my hold on her and look up. “None at all.”

  “Your family ... they were in the mafia?” she asks. That’s when I notice her looking around my room with a discerning eye, really paying attention to the place I live.

  “Yeah,” I say uneasily. “They were. But that’s not me.”

  “This casino, this penthouse … it doesn’t come from that money?”

  “Why are you asking?” I let go of her and rest my arms on the bed. “You digging here, Emmy?”

  “Fuck you, Ace,” she says quietly. “I was trying to understand the place you come from, okay?”

  She looks at me hard, unwaveringly. And I trust her, because isn’t that what love is? If I say she’s my woman, I’m gonna believe her good intentions.

  Otherwise that makes me the sort of man I don’t want to be for her. A man like Grotto, who storms in and takes what he wants, bullies and threatens and withholds.

  I don’t play that shit.

  “What do you wanna know, Emmy Rose? For you I’m an open book.”

  “Good.” She closes her eyes, exhales. “I can’t fall for you if you’re not honest with me.”

  “You wanna fall for me?”

  “I want a lot of things, Ace.”

  “Name them.”

  “This was supposed to be about you. Your life. Your fucking million dollar penthouse. It was supposed to be about me trying to figure out how in the hell a girl who serves drinks on your casino floor could fit into this world.”

  I move back on the bed, resting my head on the headboard, and Emmy crawls toward me, straddling me as I begin to talk. She runs her hands down my chest, tracing my tattoo with her finger. In the space of a few weeks this woman has found a way to bring my past to the light.

  It took five years and Grotto showing up for my friends to do the exact same thing.

  “When I moved to Vegas, it was right after my Pops was killed. I didn’t see the murder, but I heard about it. And I knew those guy would come after me next. I took the cash we had in the house—which was a hell of a lot—and split town. Never looked back.”

  “You miss it?”

  “Loaded question, baby.” I run my hands across her perfect tits, rubbing her nipples with my fingers. “But of course there are things I miss. My ma’s spaghetti sauce and my sisters yelling at me to drive them somewhere. I miss the neighborhood.”

  “But there’s other stuff you don’t want to go back to?” I feel the wetness of Emmy’s pussy against my thighs. Oh, this woman is making me insane.

  “I did a lot of shit before I moved here, for my father,” I tell her. “I killed for him. And worse.”

  “There something worse than death?” Emmy asks me, her eyes locked on mine.

  “I think threatening people, putting them in a position to live their entire goddamned lives in fear is worse than death.”

  “I agree with that,” Emmy says, frowning.

  The air in the room is heavy, but it’s pushing us together. We’re going to the places I swore I’d never return. But with Emmy, I want to.

  She opens her mouth again, her cryptic words revealing pieces of her past in ways that details never could.

  “What is life if you live in a cage?” she asks.

  “You know about cages?” I swallow hard.

  “I know about feeling trapped. Feeling like you’re stuck.”

  “You said you went to college though. That isn’t so stuck,” I answer.

  “My parents had to die for me to get free. And that’s fucking twisted,” she says, shaking her head again. “It’s messed up, right? Life shouldn’t be that hard.”

  She pats my chest, smirking. Like she fucking gets it.

  “So what you’re saying, Emmy Rose, is that you never got to be a kid. Never got to play?”

  “Doesn’t sound like you had much time to play either, Ace.”

  “It’s actually Adrian. Adrian Genova.”

  “Shit, that’s kinda nuts.” She laughs. Because I guess when you unload like that with another person, you get to a point where all you can do is laugh. Otherwise you’d drown in your fucking tears.

  I don’t want to drown. Not with Emmy Rose. Not tonight.

  “So what game do you wanna play?” I ask her, pulling her down, close to my mouth. Ready to consume her.

  “Easy,” she says, surprising me yet again. “Pillow fight.”

  EMMY

  I grab the pillow from behind Ace’s head, and he jumps up in surprise.

  “Hey, baby,” he says smoothly. “Play nice.”

  “I don’t fall for cheese-balls.” I say, swatting him with the pillow in my hand.

  Ace grabs another one, smacking my ass with it. As I stand up on his bed, he grabs my waist, not letting me get away that easy.

  I’m grinning like a love-struck fool and, shit, it feels fucking amazing.

  “You do like my balls, though,” Ace says, holding me tightly to him, causing me to fall to the bed, laughing. “I mean, if I remember correctly, from when they were in your mouth.”

  “I won’t deny that,” I admit. “You have the nicest cock I’ve ever seen. And your balls ain’t half bad.”

  “You’re not so rough yourself.”

  I try to grab the pillow from Ace’s hands, but instead he pins me down on the bed. I smile, breathlessly.

  “You like it rough, Ace?” I ask, trying to squirm away, liking the fact that he won’t let me.

  I’m completely naked, and so is he. The lighting is dim, music is playing—everything about this night is perfect.

  Now I just need him to fuck me silly.

  As if he’s reading my mind, Ace lowers his mouth to mine, his body hovering over me. He kisses me softly, his warm lips covering mine. I open my mouth with a low moan, wanting more of Ace.

  All of Ace.

  His hand holds my face, and I love it when he touches me this way, so tenderly. As if I am something precious�
�a feeling I’ve never before experienced with a man.

  His cock is hard; I feel it between my legs. One of his hands runs down to the space between my thighs and his fingers begin caressing my pussy. Our kisses become more heated, and I wrap my arms around his neck, enveloped in his strength.

  He leans back, pressing my legs open as he lowers his face to my wetness. His mouth expertly widens my slit, and his tongue presses into my pussy, as he presses his mouth against it nice and tight, sucking me hard.

  I’m dizzy with the effect, grabbing his hair as he kisses my pussy. Twirling his tongue around my opening, he takes one of my hands, wanting me to touch myself while he touches me too.

  I’ll do anything Ace asks.

  I rub in circles at my opening, feeling the rising heat, and Ace smiles at me, liking me this way, splayed out, getting so wet.

  “Come in me,” I beg him.

  Ace responds by guiding my hand to his massive cock, and I ease him into me, slowly, because he is just so big.

  “You like that, Emmy Rose?” he asks.

  “I love it. I love it when you’re in me,” I say. Then I lose my words, lose my mind. Because, oh, it feels so fucking good.

  Ace fills me, and I like the way we’re making love, him on top of me, his hand running though my hair, running over my tits. It feels so tender, so real.

  This is real.

  Absolutely real.

  My legs are wrapped around Ace’s shoulders as he moves in me faster, faster. Fast enough that his cock hits me in all the right places. The walls of my pussy are tightening, and my body breaks out in a light sweat. Ace finds my hands and laces his fingers with mine, gripping me tightly.

  It feels like a faucet has been turned on in my body, and what was dripping before now begins to pour. I’m coming so hard my thighs shake as his cock thrusts deeper inside me, filling me with a warmth I craved.

  That I didn’t even know I hungered for.

  Ace comes in me, holding onto me as his throbbing cock releases. He steadies himself above me as he thrusts deep inside me one last time.

  Then a grin spreads over his face. We’re both sweaty and raw, and just so well fucked.

  He falls beside me on the bed, takes my hand, kisses it, holding tight.

  I turn my face to his, our foreheads touching, our hearts beating in unison. “Don’t let me go,” I say.

  “Never,” Ace says. And I believe him.

  21

  ACE

  For the next few days we order room service, have in-room massages, and fuck until her knees have rug burn and I’ve run out of condoms.

  Which is saying something.

  The afternoon of day three, we both know that our friends are gonna knock down my door if we don’t respond to them with more than some few-word texts.

  And Denise was patient the first two days with rescheduling my appointments and meetings … but by day three she’s messaging me every few minutes with details about business meetings that can’t wait.

  Including the appointment with our realtor that we have scheduled for today.

  Fuck, I total forgot about that. Because—well, I had Emmy Rose riding me. Why would I look anywhere but straight ahead?

  “What’s the meeting with the realtor about?” Emmy asks. She’s rifling through the bags of clothing that I had delivered to my door for her. “Are you building another casino?”

  She picks a pair of blue jeans and a simple white top, and walks into the bathroom where I am. She’s so unassuming and I love that about her.

  Too many women would pick through the bags until they found the most expensive items. Looks like Emmy went with comfort. She even requested a pair of white low-top converse.

  “Actually, that’s the issue,” I tell her as I slide a belt through my slacks. It’s crazy to me how we fit together so seamlessly. Here we are, getting ready together, and it feels completely normal.

  I want her to move in with me. I know it’s soon, but her sister’s apartment is a piece of shit. I don’t want Emmy living there, in that part of town.

  I want her with me.

  I don’t want to bring it up, though, because then we’ll start talking about her sister, which will either cause her to get upset—since the doctors are saying she isn’t exactly responsive yet—or she’ll start asking me questions about why I’ve been to her sister’s place. And we’ve already covered that ground to her satisfaction once. I don’t want to dredge it all back up now.

  “We don’t know what business we want to start. And the city of Vegas won’t sell to just anyone. They want a business they feel will benefit the Vegas economy.”

  I fill Emmy in on the Grotto connection, and how my friends are ponying up the cash for the place.

  “What shit does he have on you, Ace?” She buttons her jeans, looking in the bathroom mirror distractedly. “Like, do you think it’s something bad?”

  “I think Grotto is full of dirt on everyone—but the thing is, he isn’t clean. Hell, if the questioning with the police about his connection to your sister goes the way I hope, they’ll be charging him. Then any stake he had in this property will be meaningless.”

  Emmy nods in understanding. “Well, what will you and the boys do with this property? If the agent wants to know ASAP, you kinda need to decide.”

  “You’re telling me, baby.” I pull Emmy toward me, and plant a kiss on her lips. “If this property were yours, what would you do with it? McQueen suggested a strip club.”

  Emmy throws back her head, rolling her eyes. “No surprise there. He’s kind of the biggest player of the bunch, isn’t he?”

  “Honestly, now that I’m out of the running, I think the title would go to Landon. McQueen is a softy, Landon is trouble.”

  “And Jack?”

  “Jack is so caught up with Ashley that he can’t think straight.”

  “I can’t believe you’re friends with these people, like actual famous people. I feel so out of your league.”

  “That’s all bullshit, and you know it.”

  Emmy shrugs. “I don’t know. Part of me still thinks this is all going to disappear. That I’ll wake up from this dream.”

  “So what you’re saying is that you think I’m dreamy?” I ask, tugging on the belt loops on her jeans, keeping her close.

  “You are such a dork, Ace.” I kiss her nose, her cheeks. Her mouth.

  “Your dork, though, right?” I ask, looking into her eyes.

  “Yes, my dork.” She smiles, like she can’t help herself and that’s when any trace of doubt leaves my mind. Emmy is here to stay.

  “So you don’t think I should build a strip club?”

  “Ace, I want to be a social worker, help people who are struggling. I don’t think if I had a jillion dollars I’d build a club like that … but, then again, I’m the one who’s a cocktail waitress. I don’t think you should take business advice from me.”

  “What should I take from you?” My arms are wrapped around her, and I reach down to squeeze her ass.

  But Emmy isn’t playing around right now, her eyes are on me, her words deep and true.

  “My heart, Ace. Keep my heart.”

  “You giving it freely?” My forehead rests against hers and she wraps her arms around my neck. We may be completely dressed, but fuck, when I am with this woman, I’m undone.

  “If you promise not to fuck this up,” she says.

  “I promise, Emmy Rose. I promise.”

  EMMY

  I see Tess and Claire as I cut through the lobby of Spades Royalle. The casino is alive, and the lights and noises jar me more than usual. I grimace as I walk toward my girlfriends, who are holding trays, pretending to work.

  I’ve spent three days straight in a sex-bubble fifty stories high, and now that I’m back on the ground floor I’m reminded how far Ace and I have come in a few days.

  That boy has stolen my freaking heart. Something I would have sworn was impossible … yet he found a way in.

  “Look who�
�s alive,” Tess says, smirking as I lean in to give her and Claire hugs.

  “And look who’s decked out in more new clothes.” Claire looks me up and down, her eyes considering me.

  “What? I came to his place from the hospital and haven’t been home since.” I don’t want to get all-defensive—but God, Claire, what gives?

  “That’s cool—just, I remember you saying you wanted to keep your head straight and the next thing I know you’re MIA for half a week.”

  “Gosh. Claire. Be nice,” Tess says, elbowing her. Then, leaning toward me, she adds, “Claire’s just jealous because her bowling-boyfriend dumped her.”

  “Oh, really? What happened?” I ask.

  “You would know if you answered your phone.” Claire shrugs, then sighs. “Sorry, I’m being a bitch. But, yeah, I’m a little jealous of this whole Cinderella story. Oh, before I forget, some girl was here earlier looking for you.” She snaps her fingers. “Crap. I can’t remember her name.”

  “She work here?”

  “No, I’d never seen her before. But she was pretty, and asked for you.”

  “Huh. I don’t really know anyone in Vegas not connected to the hotel. And guys, I’m sorry for disappearing. I just—” I look away, feeling tears prick the corner of my eyes, and I brush them aside. “I just really like Ace. Like, really like him.”

  “Oh, Emmy.” Tess pulls me into another hug. “It really is a Cinderella story. You fell in love with the owner of the hotel. He swept you off your feet. That is so romantic.”

  I smile, shaking my head. “I know, it’s crazy. But I need to get to the hospital and check on Janie. The doctor has left some messages, but apparently she’s still in recovery and hasn’t spoken or anything.”

  “I’m just glad you had a chance to rest,” Claire says. “And sorry for being so jealous. I’m a brat.”

  “I get it. I want you both to find happiness, too. We’re all working our asses off and deserve a break.”

  “And you trust him? The stuff with him being called Bullet and knowing your sister? You trust him about all that?” Claire asks.