BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Leah Wilde

  I smiled a little, then shook my head. “Not in the way you’re thinking.”

  “Fine. But for the record, I don’t like it and he’s a creep.”

  “But you’ll support me?”

  “I guess. I won’t bitch about it anyway.” She paused, then gave me a half smile. “Well, not too much.”

  I laughed, then went to her. I gave her a hug and after a moment, she returned it. “You’re a good friend.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

  Finished with our conversation, we headed out of the hall and into the living room. Steph gave Mason—who was now shirtless, but otherwise in the exact position I’d left him in—a frosty glare. “I don’t like you.”

  He smiled amiably. “Feeling’s mutual.”

  She cursed quiet enough that I barely caught it. “Bastard.” To Mason, she said, “Just treat her right. She deserves better than the likes of you.”

  “I’ll do more for her than any other man ever will.”

  Steph rolled her eyes, not as confident in his words as he was, then turned to me. “I’m going to go and—shit, the teddy.” She winced and headed back into the hall, presumably to Nick’s room to grab the stuffed bear.

  I looked towards Mason, my gaze moving on its own down his muscled torso. He really was built like a god and I appreciated that now more than ever. I swallowed thickly and when my eyes met his again, he was watching me, grinning wickedly.

  “Like what you see?” he teased.

  I folded my arms across my chest, reminded that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Maybe.”

  “Good. Because I definitely do. Though I think you’re a little overdressed.”

  “Oh? Should I take something off?”

  He lifted a shoulder like it wasn’t important to him, but I saw his eyes darken with desire. “I took my shirt off. Fair is fair.”

  I laughed at him. “I think it’s a little different for you to take your shirt off than it is for me to take mine off.”

  “Not based on the way you were just devouring me with your eyes,” he pointed out.

  I flushed and couldn’t help but grin a little in embarrassment. He was sexy and I had been ogling him. “So you’re saying I should let you devour me with your eyes?”

  “Yes,” he said in a low, husky voice.

  My eyes darted down again and this time didn’t stay on his chest. They trailed over his abs to his crotch which was straining against the zipper of his jeans. “Maybe we’re both a little overdressed.”

  Instantly, his hand moved to his jeans and he undid the button. He was pulling down the zipper when Steph came back. “Oh, god, please. I already saw way too much of you guys earlier. You’ve got great tits, Sasha, but I really didn’t need to see them.”

  “Sorry,” I mumbled in embarrassment, but Mason just laughed.

  “You say that, but maybe you’re just trying to hide the fact that you were turned on.” He winked at me. “Maybe you really want to stay and watch.”

  Steph’s eyes got huge like teacup saucers and she abruptly jerked away from Mason to look at me. I resisted the urge to grin at her discomfort and tried to ignore that a part of me was turned on by Mason’s suggestion. It wasn’t like Clay watching, however, and I wasn’t ready to jeopardize things between us any more than I already had tonight.

  “I’ll pick up Nick in the morning, okay?” I told Steph, putting a hand on her shoulder and escorting her to the door.

  She nodded. “Yeah, Jesus. Was he serious?”

  I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “Don’t worry about it. Just go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  She nodded again and cast one last wary glance at Mason. I thought I heard her whisper “Jesus” once more as she headed down the walk towards her car. I grinned, then closed the door after her. When I turned around, Mason was standing, shoving his pants down to expose his hard, thick cock.

  “Impatient?” I said, trying to be teasing and ending up sounding needy.

  He grinned wickedly. “Yes. Now get over here so I can do bad things to you.”

  I swallowed thickly, heat pooling low in my belly. I headed towards him as he sat back down on the couch, his hand gripping his length tightly. He stroked himself once, twice, his eyes focused on me. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered me. “Now.”

  I grabbed it by the hem and obeyed, revealing bare breasts and already hardened nipples.

  “That’s it. Your pants next.” He stroked himself again.

  I undid my pants, kicking off my shoes before beginning to shove the denim down my legs. When all I had left were my panties, I reached for them, too, but he stopped me.

  “No. I want to rip those off your body,” he growled at me.

  I shivered, turned on by his words and the lingering memory of my dream from a couple of months ago.

  He grinned at me. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’re such a naughty mom.”

  I was on fire by the time I stopped in front of him. His length looked like it was practically pulsing with the need to be inside me. His eyes raked over his body, and he let his gaze linger at the apex of my thighs.

  His hands reached for me. Fingers snaked beneath my panties. A second later, he fisted them and jerked. The fabric ripped from me, exposing me to him.

  “Oh,” I groaned.

  “Fucking sexy.” His hand reached for me again and this time he let his fingers slide over my folds. “You’re soaked. Looks like momma needs a little attention.” He slipped a finger inside then and I practically whimpered. “Don’t worry. You’ll get yours. I love making you come, showing you just how much you want this. But tonight, you’re going to do me first.”

  I managed to focus on him through my haze of lust. “What do you mean?”

  He grinned at me wickedly. “Get on your knees.”

  I swallowed thickly, but did as I was told, even when he pulled his finger from my core. I got to my knees, settled between his legs. His length was poised right in front of me and it didn’t take a genius to know what he wanted. I licked my lips.

  “Use your mouth.”

  I did. I popped the head of his cock into my mouth. He tasted salty and savory as I slid him further into my mouth, letting my tongue cushion his length. I felt his hands tangle themselves into my hair, curling a fist around it. He added pressure to the back of my head, urging me to go down farther, but it wasn’t enough to choke me. I got all but the last inch or so before I had to pull back.

  “Damnit, you know what you’re doing,” he murmured as I swirled my tongue around his head before taking him into my mouth again.

  I swallowed as much of him as I dared, then pulled out again. As I got braver, my movements became quicker. I started to increase my pace, bobbing my head up and down in his lap. He groaned and I felt his legs flex and tremble. He was tensing, his muscles straining against the pleasure my mouth offered him.

  I thought I would please him like that until he came, in my mouth or on my body, but he abruptly jerked me off of him by the hair. I gasped, panting.

  He reached down and helped me up by grabbing my shoulders. I got to my feet only to tumble onto Mason’s lap as he sat back down on the couch. I ended up straddling him, a leg on either side like earlier, but this time we were bare. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core.

  Gripping my hips tightly, he positioned me above him, then he pulled me down. I let out a loud cry as he impaled me on his erection.

  “Fuck!”

  My hands went to his shoulders as we began to move. Half of it was me, bouncing up and down on his lap, but the other half was him. His strong arms lifted me up and shoved me back down, his hands gripping my hips so tight it was right at the point of pain. But I didn’t care. I loved the way he filled me, made me feel as though this was what was missing from my life.

  We went like this for a while until I was covered in sweat, panting above him, and he was flushed red. I gripped his shoulders and he held my hips tightly. I felt him tense beneath me, his
hands tightening, and then his release.

  He pulled me against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, as we both panted. He had to catch his breath before returning his attention to me. “Your turn,” he said simply.

  It took him moments to bring me to orgasm and then, exhausted and spent, we curled up on the couch where we slept.

  It had been almost a year since Mason waltzed into my shop like he owned the place. Things had changed a lot since then. The shop had expanded, now twice its original size thanks to the renovations on what had been the convenience store. Mason had funded the whole thing, insisting that expansion was the only way to make a business work these days. I thought he just wanted walls that weren’t painted moss green. That side of the shop was the blue that he’d liked so much in the first place.

  “It’s a man’s area,” he’d argued with me when I said I wanted it all the same color. “It should be blue, a manly color.”

  I’d raised an eyebrow at him and said, “It’s baby blue.”

  He waved me off like my point was irrelevant and I just accepted that half my store was going to be blue. We even made a theme of it, painting a new register half blue and half green. It was a little corner, but I felt it was symbolic of our partnership.

  The bell over the door, which hadn’t changed a bit since the day I opened, rang as an older man with his son came in. “Hello there. What can we do for you?” I asked from a chair set aside for me so that I could look over some paperwork.

  “I’m here to make sure that my grandson understands the importance of a good haircut,” the older man informed me.

  The kid beside him rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. I held back a smile. “Oh, well, in that case, we’d better get you set up. Jason?”

  “Yes, Sasha?” asked a young man of dark complexion and hair colored to look almost like honey. He’d been working here a couple of months now and came from some hot shot salon in New York. I’d had to hire him and a few others after the expansion and I found that he was one of my favorites.

  “Would you help these fine gentlemen today?”

  He nodded. “You bet. I’m a little slow today anyway.”

  The older man thanked me and escorted his son to barber side of the shop. I went back to my numbers. Now that I had more help—and business in general—I spent less time cutting hair and more time doing the business side of things. I still had a few customers that asked for me specifically, but other than those few I kept myself otherwise occupied.

  The bell rang again and I glanced up to see Mason. Since we’d decided to have a relationship, both business and personal, we agreed that it was unrealistic to expect us to keep it under cover. Between Clay stopping here with shipments and me going to see Mason, it was impossible to keep everyone from saying anything. So we embraced it.

  “Hey,” I greeted with a smile, standing to meet him.

  He smirked at me and gave me a quick kiss. “How’s it looking?” he asked, motioning towards the clipboard. He wasn’t just referring to the salon, but also the secondary business.

  “Let’s talk in my office,” I told him and led the way towards the back. We’d put it in after Steph had walked in on us entwined intimately in one of the chairs. She’d accused us of being sex-crazed teenagers then told us to get a room. Mason took the suggestion to heart.

  As I passed Steph who was working on an older woman’s hair, trying to talk her into a more exciting color than brown, I put my hand on her shoulder. “We’re going to be in the back for a minute. Call me if you need help.”

  She rolled her eyes a little, but offered a smile and nodded anyway. To Mason she gave a quick glare, then went back to her customer.

  “She’s just never going to come around is she?” asked Mason quietly as he followed me to the office.

  I opened the door and stepped inside. It was fairly small given that there wasn’t a lot of space to expand from the back rather than the side, but it did the trick. A desk, two chairs, and a filing cabinet. I had a laptop set up, too. “No, probably not.”

  He closed the door after him, then shrugged his shoulders. “Her loss. I was serious about her watching us.”

  I let out a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

  “You love it,” he told me, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me to him.

  “Not that I’d ever admit that to you.”

  He kissed me again and started backing me up towards the desk. When I felt it at the backs of my thighs, I put my hands against his chest to stop him. “Don’t even think about it,” I told him sternly, though a smile kept trying to break free.

  “C’mon, Sasha. Steph already thinks that’s what we’re doing.” He began to kiss along the column of my neck, trying to seduce me.

  I swatted at him. “No. We’ve got plans tonight which means we need to take care of business today. We’ve got a new shipment coming in and I don’t want there to be any problems.”

  Mason relented and we settled down for the next hour, talking about the shipment of drugs we were supposed to get in. Mason had trucks come in from all over to drop off drugs at his diner. Now, we used The Beehive not only to store the excess of those drugs, but to take shipments of its own. We’d only just gotten to this point, so I wanted to make sure things went smoothly.

  When we were finishing up, Mason stood and leaned over the desk towards me. “Sure I can’t interest you in some fun before I go?”

  I considered giving in. Even after months of being together, he still managed to make my toes curl, but I resisted the temptation. “No. I told you, we’ve got plans tonight and I want them to be extra special.”

  “So I have to suffer for it?” he complained, still mostly teasing.

  I shrugged. “The best things are worth waiting for. In part, because you had to wait for them.”

  He gave up and grumbled about patience and other worthless things as he left. I laughed a little at him as he went, hoping that my little surprise for him tonight would be just as good as I thought it was.

  # # #

  After The Beehive had been closed up for the night, I headed home. I still lived at my place and Mason at his, though we had extended sleepovers periodically. At first I’d been careful about letting him near my son, but as it turned out, Mason could be decent to kids. They’d hit it off and Mason even taught Nick a few card tricks.

  But tonight, Nick wasn’t home. I walked in to an empty apartment, shucking off my coat and hanging it by the door. Then I toed off my shoes and headed for the shower, stripping off my pants and shirt as I went. I wanted to get cleaned up before Mason got here.

  I washed thoroughly and shaved every inch of me before getting out. I brushed my teeth, redid my makeup, and put on a slinky black dress that was starting to get just a little too tight on me. I smiled as I thought of why.

  “This is going to be good,” I told my reflection.

  The door knocked and I heard it open. “Sasha, it’s me.” It was Mason, which I’d figured. He was the only one besides Steph and Clay who just came in without waiting for me to answer.

  “Coming,” I called, then spritzed perfume lightly down my cleavage before heading to join him in the living room.

  “Hey, don’t you look like something delicious,” Mason commented, dragging his eyes over my dress.

  “I thought you might like it.”

  “I do. Definitely worth the wait.” He came to me, his hands instantly going to my hips. He dragged me against him and began kissing along my neck, just as he had earlier that day. But he paused suddenly and asked, “Where’s Nick?”

  I laughed. Nick was the only person that could keep Mason’s pants on. Everyone else, he wasn’t shy around. Hell, if they didn’t freak out and I didn’t tell him not to, he’d usually let them watch if they wanted.

  He’s such an exhibitionist.

  “He’s with Clay tonight,” I told him, smiling.

  Clay had gone from goon to uncle in a very short amount of time. Instead of leaving N
ick at daycare or with babysitters where Mason felt he was vulnerable, Clay had become a bit of a babysitter himself. I’d been hesitant at first, but now it wasn’t a big deal. Clay was like Steph. There was a deep trust there.

  “Good,” Mason told me, then began to kiss me again.

  He kissed me everywhere he could, his hands sliding up my body to grab my breasts over the fabric of the dress. I moaned a little, though they were swollen and sore. It still felt wonderful.