Need You Tonight_Bad Boy Romance

by Madi Le

  Which made the idea terrifying. The mystery was safe. Being turned down by Dane?

  That would be true hell.

  “You know what?” Bardot said. “I’ll do it.”

  And then they stepped up to Major and Dane, and Bardot almost lost her nerve. When Fable handed her a hard lemonade, though, she knew she could find it again.

  She downed that drink, and stood next to Dane. Everything in her life had led to this. One chance. One last chance.

  If he said no, she could take it. She was strong enough.

  Maybe.

  Turning to Dane, she realizes his eyes are already on her. He blinks, then smiles and looks away.

  “What?” She asked.

  “Nothing,” he answered, sipping his beer.

  She punched him lightly in the arm. “Seriously, what? Do I have something on my face?”

  Cupping a finger below her chin, he turned her to look at him. He scrutinized her face, so close she could feel his hot breath coming from his nose.

  “There’s something right here,” he almost whispers, running his thumb along her bottom lip. Shivering, she leans into him.

  “Dane…”

  “Yes, Bardot?”

  She gathered up all her courage and looked up into his gorgeous eyes. “Will you take me home?”

  Silence, and then a nod. “Of course. Should I let Major know?”

  She shook her head silently. He raised his eyebrow.

  “Then, let’s go.”

  Bardot took his hand and led him out past the house and to the street. They found his old truck, her hips swaying and his eyes drinking up every motion.

  She glanced back at him, with a smile hidden with a bitten bottom lip. She was so beautiful to him then, irresistable.

  It all became so clear, suddenly. He had feelings for Bardot. Feelings he never felt for anyone before. Feelings he thought he would never feel.

  Love? That was for other guys. Dane only cared about sex.

  At least, that’s what he told himself.

  He was already rock hard before he started his truck.

  Chapter Two ♥

  *

  Dane

  Bardot’s apartment was dark and empty when they opened the door. Dane had his hands on her hips, letting her lead him inside.

  She had a pretty nice apartment, thanks to her sharing the place with her sister. They could afford a gorgeous view, with a huge wall of windows that let the sun in just right in the mornings.

  But right then, there was only the lights from other buildings to see. Everything else was dark as the night.

  “Do you want a drink?” She asked him. He turned and took her hand, leading her to the couch and onto his lap.

  “No,” he whispered, and then he kissed her. Hard. “I want you.”

  He stepped closer to Bardot, pulling her chin up and forcing her to look into his eyes. “Just say yes.”

  Her heart thumped against her chest so hard it hurt. Her hands were already shaking, took. Dane was her perfect man, exactly her type, and he wanted her.

  It was more than she could have ever asked for!

  “I could bend you over this couch. Would you like that?”

  That was it. She was done. Her panties were wet.

  He picked her up and turned her around, pressing down on her shoulders to bend her over the couch. Flipping up her dress and slipping his hand between her legs, he felt her mound before both hands pulled down her panties.

  His fingers slipped over her pussy lips gently, tickling and teasing her. Rough breaths panted out from her parted lips. She was so ready for him to do anything he wanted to do to her.

  With his hand pressed against her thigh, he got her to spread her legs wider. His hands were rough, manly. It was a strange feeling, being touched by a man. Finally, after so many years.

  Dane buried his face into her wet cunt, sliding his hot tongue up and down the soft folds.

  It wasn’t what she expected. It was her first time with a mouth on her like that, but it felt so good. She just let him lick her, tease her, press his tongue into her. His hands gripped her thighs as he enjoyed every taste.

  Dane made her want to fucking melt into a puddle. He was so goddamn good at licking her. One good lick made her eyes clamp shut, her mouth fall open, and forced an “Oh fuck!” out of her.

  She came all over those glorious lips. Her thighs quivered and her knees shook. her fingers dug into the chair’s fabric as she rode the waves of orgasm.

  Dane pulled away finally as she was coming down, and she heard the jingle of his belt coming undone. Without a thought, she turned and fell to her knees. She needed to taste him before she let him enter her.

  He pulled a condom out of his pocket before letting his pants fall.

  And god, what a monster of a cock he had. She never imagined this was what was hidden under that fabric. Not in her wildest, hottest fantasies.

  It was more than a virgin could possibly take, she thought. “Christ,” she said, holding out her hand to touch the soft skin. Dane grinned and stepped closer to her.

  “Open up your pretty little mouth.”

  She did, sticking out her tongue and shivering a little in anticipation. His hand went behind her head as he guided himself into her eager mouth, and slid that cock all the way to the back of her throat.

  He held it there until she started to struggle, then pulled back and let her catch a breath. But only just. Then he slammed himself back into her mouth, fucking her throat. One of her hands fell between her legs and stroked her clit as she let him fuck her face.

  He only went for so long before he pulled away. A bit of her spit kept her mouth connected to him as she looked up.

  “Get up and bend over again.”

  She did as she was told, spreading herself wide and arching her back.

  He rolled the condom over his massive cock, giving it a pump before running his hands over her ass cheeks. They gripped her hips. One hand grabbed his cock and held it against her hole.

  And then he pressed it in, and she saw stars.

  The entire time he slid himself into her, she gasped. One long, raspy breath of air. her fingers dug into the chair again. “God, Dane! You’re fucking huge!”

  “Am I stretching you nice and wide, baby?”

  “You’re stretching me so much!”

  He grabbed her neck and pulled her up so he could whisper in her ear. “And you fucking love it, don’t you?”

  “I do. I do! I never want you to stop!”

  He pulled out halfway, then thrust back in her again. she cried out louder with each thrust. He was fucking her hard and fast.

  She had no idea how many times she came while he fucked her, but it was more than once. It was intense, and tiring, and soooo good.

  Until he pulled out. She pouted and whimpered. “Please fuck me more!”

  He grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her against the wall and lifting one of her legs. He easily slid into her sopping wet cunt again as his lips mashed against hers.

  They kissed while he fucked her, his hand tweaking one of her nipples. It hurt, but it hurt so right.

  She loved the way he touched her, and especially the way he fucked her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she did her best to move with him, to make his strokes deeper. She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel.

  His lips went to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. she sighed with the pleasure and came on him again, just in time to feel his cock pulsate and his body stiffen.

  He was cumming in her. Thank God for the condom, because she doesn’t take the pill.

  “Fuck,” he growled into her neck, stuffing his dick so far into her that it pressed against her cervix.

  He pulled out, letting Bardot fall to the couch. Pulling the condom off, he noticed that it felt… off.

  Fuck. It broke.

  Before he could warn Bardot, though, they heard the scrape of a key in the door.

  The do
or swung open.

  And both Major and Fable walked in.

  There was a beat of silence and motionless as Major and Fable looked on Bardot and Dane. Ass naked. Post-fuck.

  “What in the fuck?” Major’s voice boomed, echoing against the walls of the apartment. Bardot dashed behind the couch, trying to hide what they’d just been doing.

  Dane, on the other hand, moved more slowly to grab his pants. Pulling them on, he tried to explain. “Major, it’s nothing!”

  “Nothing? Fucking my little sister is nothing?!” In an instant Major was across the room with his hands around Dane’s neck. “You fucking idiot. She was a virgin! You took her virginity!”

  Dane gulped. A glance at Bardot revealed that it was the truth. She was bright red and refusing to look at anyone.

  “Please just leave...” she mumbled, but no one heard it because Major was screaming again, barraging Dane with every foul name and swear word he could think of.

  “Major! Calm down!” Fable screamed, trying to push between the two men. Dane was getting pissed of, ready to fight back should his best friend make the first move.

  She was a virgin. She deserved something better than what he had given her for her first time.

  Bardot deserved better than Dane.

  “We were just… screwing around! She’s an adult, she can have fun with whoever she wants.” Dane looked to Bardot for confirmation, but her face was screwed up with some kind of emotion. Anger? Sadness? He couldn’t tell.

  Major threw his hands up and paced the room. “I can’t fucking believe it. And what were you thinking, Bardot? Were you thinking, hey, who gives a fuck what Major thinks! Did you guys at least use protection?”

  Dane gulped, his throat suddenly dry, but Bardot answered for him. “Obviously we did, Major. Get out.”

  “No! Fuck no. You need to explain yourself, now.”

  Bardot laughed angrily. “I don’t have to explain shit to you. Both of you, get out.”

  “But, Bardot!” Dane started, but she pointed to the door.

  “Get the fuck out! Now! Now! Out!”

  Major grabs Dane by the collar and forcibly pulls him out of the apartment.

  “You fuck up. You absolute piece of shit,” Major grumbled, pulling Dane down the hallway and out into the street.

  Dane finally escaped his grasp. “Calm down! You’re seriously blowing this out of proportion.”

  “Am I? You fucked my little sister, who was a virgin until you touched her, and now she’s going to be fucked up for weeks because of you! Do you know how many times she’s cried over you?”

  “What?” Dane was shattered. Why would Bardot cry over him?

  Shaking his head, Major threw his hands up in frustration. “You don’t even know. Incredible! She’s fucking obsessed with you, Dane, and always has been. I thought that since you’re such a man whore that she’d never have to actually deal with you breaking her heart. I thought you might be able to entertain yourself with random bar sluts and yoga teachers, but no.” He grabbed Dane again, pressing him against the cement wall.

  “Of course you couldn’t do that. Because you have no goddamn integrity. If it gets your dick wet, you don’t care what you fuck up, and you don’t care whose heart gets broken.”

  “Major, it’s not what you think-”

  Major’s fist hit his jaw at a million miles per hour, sending his mind spinning and bringing stars to his eyes.

  “Don’t spew that crap at me, asshole. And stay away from my sister.” He paused, and gave one laugh. “You know what? Stay away from both of them. Fable doesn’t need to be touched by a piece of shit like you, either.”

  And with that, Major left Dane to bleed on the street while he retreated back into the apartment building.

  The street was quiet, aside from the ringing in Dane’s ears after that punch.

  After everything, all the vitriol that Major just spewed, the worst part was that Dane couldn’t even deny any of it.

  He was a fuck up. He was a loser. And he did ruin everything he touched.

  If he were a smarter man, he would go back to fucking anything that moved. Forget about Bardot, her sweet lips and huge tits. Forget about the way her cunt pulsed around his cock.

  His cock ached just thinking about her.

  No, Dane was too stupid to do that. How could he go back to random pussy and one night stands when he knew just how good Bardot was?

  How could he go back to being a manwhore when he knew, deep down inside, that he loved her?

  He had to tell Bardot about that broken condom, though. Regardless of how either of them felt about each other, they didn’t need a surprise pregnancy to make the situation even worse.

  Dane chuckled to himself. “Yeah, that’d make Major actually kill me.”

  Driving home, he tried to think of how he could tell her. He could just text her, but that doesn’t exactly seem like the kind of thing you text a girl. No, he wanted to be there to support her if she wasn’t comfortable with whatever choice she made.

  Once he was home, though, Bardot was all he could think about. As he stepped into the shower, he grabbed onto his still aching cock.

  He didn’t know how, but he would make things right. Dane would show Major that he didn’t just want to fuck Bardot, but that he wanted to be with her.

  Maybe it had taken him too long to realize it. He could admit to that. But now that he knew how much she meant to him, he had to be with her.

  Major couldn’t get in the way of that.

  With hot water beating against his scalp and back, Dane held his cock and let it throb as he imagined Bardot’s lips wrapped around it. What would she do if she were in the shower with him?

  Would she bob her head back and forth, taking an inch more each time until she was deep throating him?

  Dane wondered if she would let him bend her over and fuck her in the shower? How loud would she moan?

  How would her nipples taste?

  What would she whisper as he latched onto them, licking and sucking each one until they were hard? Would she whisper about all the dirty things she fantasized about him over the years?

  That would be hot as hell.

  God, he wanted her bad.

  “Bardot… Bardot...” he panted, stroking his cock. He was getting close to cumming again, but there was one thing he was damn sure of.

  It wouldn’t feel nearly as good as her tight cunt had.

  Chapter Three ♥

  *

  Dane

  “Dane, you really need to lay off.”

  It had been two weeks since he last heard from Bardot. No matter what he tried or who he spoke to, he couldn’t contact her.

  It was pure bullshit.

  “Fable, I need to talk to her. There’s some stuff she needs to know.”

  There was an exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. “God, you’re not going to confess your undying love for her are you?”

  Dane paused and thought about how to answer that. “Kinda, yeah. But that’s not all! There’s something even more important than that.”

  “You’re even more of a fool than I thought. Lies that you can’t uphold are the last thing she needs, and if you actually loved here there wouldn’t be anything more important.”

  What the hell would you know? Dane picked at the chip in his desk. He was waiting for a client to show up to review their goals before he got to training them. Work was almost impossible with everything weighing on his shoulders.

  How was he supposed to focus on deadlifts or miles run when Bardot might be knocked up?

  Still, he figured no news was good news. How long did it take to start getting symptoms anyway? If she was pregnant, she probably already knew. And if that was the case, no news was good news.

  There was a knock at his door as a new chunk of wood dropped from the desk onto the floor. “I have to go. Let her know I called, please.”

  “Maybe.” The line went dead.

  Dane had gone through a lot
with the Camdens. His parents and older brother dying. Their parents divorcing. Major’s girlfriends breaking up with him.

  Never, not once, had he ever been frozen out like he was. It was really frustrating.

  There was nothing he could do but try to stop by her apartment and hope neither of her siblings were home.

  He cringed. Going behind Major’s back sounded like an incredibly bad idea, but there was no way around it.

  The whole apartment building was silent. Normally, Bardot’s neighbors to the right were having some kind of party with electronic music. The ones to the left usually were arguing while cooking curry or other spicy foods.

  No sounds. No smells.

  Though, Dane had never been there at lunch time before. Maybe it was normal after all.

  There was a chance, Dane realized, that Bardot really didn’t want anything to do with him. He really fucked things up, sleeping with her like that.

  She was a virgin, and he just fucked her like it was any other girl.

  Bardot deserved better, he knew that. But if he was going to make things better, he had to man up and talk to her.

  Taking a deep breath, Dane straightened out his shirt. Here goes nothing!

  Knocking on the door, Dane felt his heart quicken. There was a beat of silence, and then the door slowly creeked open.

  Bardot looked around the door at him. Her eyes were dark, her hair messy. She must have been napping, which was unusual for her. She was usually so full of energy.

  “Dane?” She croaked out, looking at him confused. “What?”

  Dane shifted his weight and hesitated. “We need to talk.”

  “What?” She asked again, and then the door to the outside opened. Light flooded in around Major.

  “This mother fucker...” Major muttered, then bounded up to Dane and grabbed him by the shirt. Dragging Dane to the door, he threw him out. “Leave us alone, asshole!”

  Whipping around, Dane was about to make his case when the door shut between them. He was out on the street, again.

  Well, there went that chance… and all of his resolve.