BAD BOY ROMANCE: A Wifey for the Bad Boy (Contemporary Alpha Male Romance Book) (New Adult Alpha Male Romance Short Stories)

by Ava May

  “I don’t know what to say to that.” It was true; he was right, she did have a lot of options, or might have, but now, with this situation, she might have hosed her career, or…this could be the stepping-stone she needed to get out.

  If she didn’t get screwed.

  “Say you have aspirations beyond that school. Say you want to do other things. Say you want to be known as more than a teacher. Say you want to nurture yourself as a woman, instead of just as you relate to those kids.”

  “Yes.”

  He was right, and seemed to know he’d hit pay dirt there. “I like the kids but at some point…”

  “Yeah?”

  “The job became my life.” She’d been in the running for a supervisory position, and she hadn’t been shocked that it hadn’t come through for her, but it had hurt. She went well over and beyond for the kids, buying everything from juice boxes and the latest educational toys, to physically sitting with sad—and injured—children. When the time to give commendations and raises came around, she was never chosen, and that hurt. That hurt a lot.

  “You need to find a passion beside work and go for it.”

  “Yeah. Like?”

  “Dinner with a friend, or friends. Long walks on the beach. Maybe even a boyfriend.”

  She snorted. It was a great idea but the actual execution wouldn’t happen. “Where should I find one of those? Online?”

  He shuddered. “No, those are meat markets, you have no idea.”

  Interesting, he seemed to know something about online dating. “What site?”

  “Huh?” He looked kind of adorable when he was confused.

  “What site did you use? I tried eHarmony, and the pairings were awful. One guy’s name was Dudley and he looked and acted just as you’d expect a Dudley to be. It was…disturbing.”

  “Hey, not everyone can be named a great name like Keith.”

  “True.” She gave him a wink and a smile. “How about you?”

  “Match. And her name was Brenda and she hoarded Beanie Babies. They all had names. She wanted me to come back and meet her friends. I declined.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Then there were the ones who thought that because I’m a doctor that I can help them heal themselves. Always mental problems, always…”

  “Yeah.” She could imagine it; he didn’t need to say anything more.

  “It is really hard, dating in this environment. It’s not conducive to…”

  “It’s a fake reality. Everyone sells themselves, rather than letting themselves be known as they truly are.”

  “That’s it. You’re one smart lady.”

  “Thanks.” She gave him a little smile, very pleased by his comment. “One smart single lady. Old maid, as my grandmother would have called me.”

  “Better that no-good scoundrel, which was what she called me.”

  “You? Why?”

  “There may have been a little too much laundry soap in our principal’s car one prank day.”

  Jan giggled and shook her head. “And because Daddy was the light of her life, there was no way she’d even broker any chance in the world that he was the ringleader.”

  “You said it,” he said with a laugh. “You know how proud your parents are of you, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I have an inkling,” she told him, her mouth curving up into a smile. “They’re the best, Keith. They’ve done so much for me.”

  “Do they know you’re unhappy?” he asked, startling her.

  “Unhappy?” she asked slowly. “Does it really seem that way? I’m in a rut, sure, but I don’t know if I’m…”

  “Jan, stop there. Bullshit. You’re lonely and you’re unhappy. Face it; we both know you are.”

  She closed her eyes, shaking her head. It had been so long since anyone had really called her on her stuff, and it felt strange, not to mention a lot annoying, that it was happening now. And by Keith who was someone she was subtly trying to impress, though she wasn’t sure why.

  “Okay, I’m in a rut. So what do I do about it?”

  “Take some chances.”

  “Mmhmm.” She couldn’t help the sarcasm she laced into that. “And how do I do that?”

  “Live. Breathe. Fly without a net. Whatever it is, just do it and do it to the best of your abilities, and do it to emphasize your soul, rather than a paycheck or whatever else you’re thinking needs to be done. You have got to live, and by living, you’ll discover whatever purpose it is, whatever greater good that you need, whatever will feed your soul.” He gave her a level look. “I don’t need a psych degree to know that you’re eating to hide something deep inside you. That you’re coping by medicating with food.”

  Okay, this was getting more than a little annoying. “And how would you know that?” she asked, glaring at him.

  “I have a brain, a very active brain, and I know that you put yourself down with self deprecating humor and that you cope by being the best invisible force you can be, rather than the take charge woman you ought to be. I’ve seen it again and again. You’re not unique.”

  “Well, good for you.” It was a childish comment but she felt a bit childish right now.

  “Jan, it’s doing yourself a disservice to be that invisible force, when I know you can be so much more. How can you not see what you deserve as clearly as I do?”

  She shrugged, unable to answer. All sorts of emotions she didn’t want to deal with were welling up inside her, begging to be released. Jan didn’t do emotional displays or anything like that, and this was disturbing. What was it about Keith that pulled these feelings out of her, and how could she ram them back in where they belonged?

  Jan couldn’t understand this. She’d always known Keith, but never seen him as she was seeing him tonight. As an independent guy, not a friend or a dad. Now, but the hell was she going to do with all this emotion?

  “I… Thank you. Nobody’s ever thought of me as an irresistible force before.” She really liked his faith in her. It was one of many things she liked about him. Even when she’d been struggling in high school, he assured her frequently that she could do it.

  “I’m tell you what I see,” he said. Jan took that moment to stare into his eyes, trying to figure out his emotions. Was he interested?

  And if he was interested, was Jan? Could she really go there? Jan bit her lip staring into Keith’s green eyes. Could she take the chance? Should she take the chance? What if he wasn’t interested? Would she screw up a really good thing?

  “Stop thinking so hard about it,” he said with a little smile.

  “Thinking about what?” Jan asked slowly. He couldn’t possibly have any idea what she been thinking, could he?

  “You thinking about wanting to kiss me. And you wondering about consequences.” The last was delivered as a statement, not a question. He seemed to know her almost as well as she knew herself.

  “I…” Jan snapped her mouth shut. What had she been going to say anyway? It was a strange tension swirling in the air, not just sexual, something she couldn’t identify. But the attraction was overwhelming her. She wanted more than her hands on this man. She wanted to fuck him.

  “So, what will it be, Jan?

  “What you mean?” She asked, aware that she was stalling for time.

  “Well, the way I see it, there’s only one question. Your place right here?” Oh God. Oh God, were they really going to go there?

  Keith regarded her, he could almost see the wheels turning in her head. It was clear that she wanted this. But, like him, she probably had some very realistic reservations. She was Daddy’s girl, and he was his best friend. This could be a disaster anyway he sliced it. But there was no turning back, the possibly hadn’t been since she’d walked into his ER mothering that little boy

  “Jan, take a chance. You don’t always have to be conservative. In fact, I’d really like it if you weren’t conservative, at least in bed.”

  Her face flamed, that pretty blush coloring her cheeks, and she shifted from foot to foot. W
hat else did she need, engraved hard cock?

  “Keith, I’m just not sure…”

  “Not sure about what?”

  “You. Me. Us?” Her voice rose in inflection, making the question almost comical. He might’ve laughed, but all spare concentration was going into trying to figure out how to make this work. How to ease her mind.

  “I want you. Is it really so hard to conceive?” She closed the distance between them, taking her face in his hands, cupping her cheeks. “Tell me,” he whispered, “what you really have to lose? Jan, you spend your life waiting for something to come along. If you do, you might still be miserable in the long run. I don’t want you to be alone. I want you to be screaming in my bed. It’s your choice. But you know where I’m going.”

  She sucked in a deep breath, and her eyes widened. But to her credit, she didn’t hyperventilate, or even continue to breathe hard. “Take a chance, Jan. Living life conservatively isn’t really living. I see life-and-death every day, I see regrets there, always what wasn’t done instead of what was done. Come with me, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  According to Jan’s expression, her emotions kept changing from hope to need to want, and then to something else entirely. “Do you really want me? Not is my dad’s daughter, not as a friend, but as a lover?”

  He supposed that was a reasonable question, one she needed to ask. Not that he particularly liked it, as he thought he’d displayed his needs pretty damn clearly. But, okay, he could go with it. As long as it got this beautiful woman in his bed.

  “I want you. Jan. Not somebody who’s related to somebody I know. Not somebody I’ve known a long time, though those teen years were a little rough.” She laughed at that, a beautiful smile coming over her face. “Jan, I want you more and more every moment. As you, Jan. Not someone related to someone else. That has nothing to do with you. Or you and me. Why don’t we stop talking and you let me kiss you silly.” Her eyes flared wide at that but she relaxed and he stroked his hands over her cheekbones. “There you go, honey. Just relax. I promise it will be the best you’ve ever had.”

  She sighed then, her eyes fluttering closed. He could tell the exact moment that she surrendered to her desire, and acquiesced to his. Keith cupped the back of her head, leaning in for gentle kiss, barely a brush of lips against hers. He needed her relaxed, compliant, he wanted her. He wanted her so fucking badly. “Pretend I’m the anti-match.com,” he whispered against her lips. “Pretend I’m somebody from Farmers Only if you need to, or any of those sites. Just make sure that you smile, Jan. I love your smile.”

  She reached up gripping his shoulders pulling him down to kiss her again. Ah, good. She was in the game now. Keith crushed her to him, his mouth sealing on hers. This was not the time for slow gentle kisses. He took possession of her mouth, just as much as he took possession in his working life. She was his, he was in control. Keith only pulled back when she started making little mewling sounds, her chest began heaving. He pulled back, reeling, stepping just a few paces away. Jan put her hand to her mouth, almost covering her little smile.

  “Oh my God. That was…”

  “That was what?”

  “That was… Please, bed. My panties are so wet right now I’m sloshing.”

  “Well that’s not very sexy imagery,” he told her. “I think you need to work on your delivery, beautiful.”

  She bumped hips with him, her eyes focusing in on his cock, which is hard throbbing and tenting his pants. “Somehow,” she said dragging the word out, “I think really do just fine. Very, very fine.”

  He liked this transition in her, confident, a bit sassy, and very cute. There was something endearing about it, a self-satisfied woman who knew just how to please a man. Oh yeah. Oh hell yeah. Bedroom. Incoming.

  He motioned her forward and led her to his bedroom, hoping that everything was neat and clean. He wasn’t messy exactly, but then again, he hadn’t been expecting someone to be having sex with him tonight. Keith poked his head in the room, glad to see he’d pulled up his blankets and didn’t have any scrubs or street clothes on the ground.

  “Come into my lair.”

  “Said the spider to the fly,” she replied. When she was relaxed and that beautiful smile came out, she was utterly breathtaking, and he didn’t want to have her any other way now.

  “Not a spider or a fly here,” Keith replied. As soon as they crossed the threshold, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her like he’d not dared before, a full, powerful, unleashed possession of her mouth. Keith took her mouth hard, not giving her any room to protest, and she melted against him.

  “There you go,” he said, pulling away. All his senses were working overtime, and he was reeling with the feel and scent of her. She was aroused, probably achingly so. Good. Join the club, so was he.

  “How do you want this?” he asked as he began tugging off clothes.

  She was watching keenly as he unbuttoned his shirt, his chest coming into view. She raked her gaze over him, assessing him, and it seemed that she was very happy with what she saw.

  “An honest to God six pack,” she said, a tinge of all in her voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those outside the gym, you know what those gym boys like to do.”

  “You go to the gym?” It shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did.

  “Oh yeah, until I cure my addiction to chocolate.” She stepped closer, “Can I touch?”

  “Touch anywhere you want, baby. Just don’t wait forever to get naked. I want to see you too.”

  She ran her fingertips over his chest down his sternum and over his abs. She made a sound that was almost a whimper, something that told him that she really enjoyed what she was feeling. Didn’t figure she’d have any complaints.

  “Can I touch all over?”

  Oh yeah, she was going to go for it. He was still in his jeans, they were just slightly tented by his cock. “Yeah. Touch me. Just not for long. I’m ready to go, are you ready.”

  She dropped to her knees and he sucked in a breath. Her fingertips trailed very gently over his length, and she leaned in, licking his head through his jeans. God, that was one of the hottest things he could have imagined. She looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. “I can’t wait to do this when you’re in just a thin pair of underwear. To lick you into you coming that way.” Oh God, he liked her confidence, she was something else. “Why don’t you unwrap your little gift there,” he told her.

  “There’s nothing little about this honey.”

  “Well nobody has had any complaints, Jan.”

  “I bet you have a lot of satisfied customers.”

  “The only one I’m concerned about is the beautiful lady in front of me. One who seems to have too many clothes on. I sure as hell like what you’re doing.”

  “Well, we can take care of the close thing.” Jan reached for the button on his jeans popping it open, and sliding the zipper down slowly. He hadn’t worn underwear, as he was just planning to go home. And by the time he’d realized that this thing with Jan was happening, it had been too late. He’d had a fleeting thought that he might want to keep a pair of underwear in his locker, which just seemed silly right now. He didn’t need to think about anything but her, and the way she was looking at him. The need in her eyes, and the sweet musk of her rising up between. Jan shoved his jeans down to mid thigh and leaned back assessing his cock at eye level. God, that was sexy. Fucking sexy.

  “Like what you see?” She slapped his thigh paid playfully, and he rode the line between pleasure and pain, the little pain fading

  “You got a little close there, don’t do it again.” She had to know he was teasing.

  “Well then, I guess you don’t want me to do this.” Jan leaned in the tip of her tongue touching the very tip of him, cleaning off his pre-cum, with one sexy, sensual sweep of her tongue. It almost drove him off the edge. Could he die of sexual torture? Or sexual need? Maybe all the blood was running somewhere else but his head. Because all of a sudden he couldn�
�t think, he just wanted her to lick and he just wanted her swallow his come.

  “Don’t,” he said a little sharply. “Jan, I’m way too close to the edge. I’m going to do this inside you, not in your mouth, your pussy. Stand up.”

  She did, and he stripped off the rest of his clothes. She undressed with her back to him, much more slowly than he was.

  Her beautiful curves were on display for him all too soon, her ass, the gentle arch of her back, and the flow of her hair down her shoulders. He wanted to see her front, though this was a damn nice view. Her ass was lush, shapely and rounded enough to dig his fingers into when he was fucking her hard.

  “Turn around,” he told her, and when she did, he gasped. She was utterly stunning naked. The word Rubenesque came to mind, all those gorgeous generous curves. Soft woman just for him.

  “Do you like…” She bit her lower lip, he saw flash of uncertainty.

  Like? Try love. He nodded, not trusting his voice.

  “Really?” On some women it would have smacked of searching for a compliment, but on Jan it was perfect; she was genuinely uncertain and it showed in an endearing rather than annoying kind of way.

  “Really?” he said, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder. Keith pulled her close, loving the way they fit together, her soft stomach pillowing his hard cock, her body rocking against him. He could take her upright if he wanted to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to start that way. No, she needed a pounding in a good old-fashioned position: man on top.

  This time.

  Keith turned them so that her back was to the bed and lowered her down. “I promise I will eat that sweet cunt of yours every hour of the day, but not now. Not yet. Right now I need to fuck you hard and fast.”

  “Promises.”

  “Facts,” he retorted, settling between her legs. She arched up and he slid inside her soaked pussy, her walls clinging to him. It had been so fucking long since he’d been inside a beautiful woman.

  “Oh god, don’t go slow,” she whispered, pulling him down. She wrapped her legs around him, moving against him, her body reacting to his hard cock by squeezing down on him. Keith groaned. No, this wasn’t going to take long at all. He made a sound deep in his throat and she responded just as gutturally, her sexy sound of need galvanizing him.