Troublemaker (Goode Boys Book 1)

by Sean Ashcroft

  “Is that okay?” Carter murmured as I broke off for air, the tips of our noses still touching.

  “Depends,” I teased, grinning at him. “Is it okay if I love you, too?”

  The tiny hitched breath and wide eyes I got in response were all the confirmation I needed. Carter nodded, shyly, blushing that pretty shade of pink I loved on him, just in case I wasn’t completely sure he liked the sound of that.

  I laughed again as he leaned in for another kiss, Carter’s nose bumping against mine in his eagerness. A hum vibrated in my throat, the pleasant warmth of arousal pooling southward, my belly tightening in anticipation.

  “I don’t know what I want,” Carter said, resting his forehead against mine. “In general, I mean. But I know now that it has to include you.”

  I couldn’t have stopped smiling even if I wanted to.

  “I want you,” I said, because that was all I could think of. I’d spent all last night and all this morning with a gnawing hole in my stomach and I knew from experience that it was the kind that never went away.

  Losing Carter would’ve broken me.

  “And you do deserve me,” I added. “I’m just a punk kid who’s always getting in trouble and used to smoke under the bleachers until the boy he’d been in love with for a year told him it was gross. Because I wanted to deserve that boy.”

  Carter broke into a soft, warm smile that I wanted to see a hundred thousand more times. He curled his hand around the back of my neck, leaning in again as my eyes fell closed.

  “You definitely deserve me,” he said.

  This kiss was gentle and thorough and toe-curling, Carter’s lips working slowly against mine, tongue just barely brushing the seam of my lips, another southbound flood of arousal making me tingle all over again.

  All I could think about was how good this felt and how much more often I wanted to do it.

  “I was never planning on getting back together with Mandi,” Carter murmured. “Not after I’d seen what I could have.”

  “Tattooed screwup with a cock piercing?” I asked, grinning at him.

  My face was starting to hurt from smiling, but I didn’t want to stop.

  “Internationally recognized artist who spent the last decade growing into a kind, patient man who’s both good and considerate in bed,” Carter said. “Uh, speaking of, I really wanna try, umm… the thing… with the piercing.”

  I knew exactly what thing he meant, but he was blushing so adorably that I couldn’t just let him get off easy.

  “Thing?” I asked. “You’ll have to be more specific. Do you want one? Because I just need you to sign a waiver and we can do it right now…”

  Carter’s pretty, dark eyes searched my face for a moment, worry creeping into his features until I broke into a grin again.

  “I know what you mean,” I said, reaching out again to pull him in for another kiss.

  This was what my life was going to be like from now on. Always waiting for the next kiss.

  Carter moaned into my mouth, pressing closer as I slipped my hand into his coat and tugged up the hem of his sweater, splaying my fingers over the warm skin there. He hummed happily, hips canting forward as I ran my hand to the small of his back, toying with his waistband, just barely dipping my thumb into it to brush over the delicate skin there, a silent promise that I’d give him everything he wanted and more.

  “Love you,” I murmured between kisses, still not tired of being allowed to say it.

  I wasn’t sure I’d ever be tired of being allowed to say it.

  Carter laughed, and kissed me harder, the warmth of his body seeping into mine as the whole rest of the world fell away and it was just the two of us, kissing soft and sweet and like we could do it forever.

  I would’ve been pretty happy to do this forever right now.

  The bell above the door ringing didn’t even manage to snap me out of it. I didn’t care if the whole world knew that Carter Kowalski wanted to kiss me.

  “Whoa,” Morgan said from the doorway.

  Carter backed off, blushing again, heat rolling off his face.

  “Don’t worry,” I murmured. “Morgan’s cool. Worst case scenario, he’ll ask to join in.”

  “He can’t,” Carter said, barely above a whisper but with a core of steel to it. “I want you all to myself.”

  “Okay, I’ll concede the point that he’s hot if he talks like that all the time,” Morgan said, apparently not about to be embarrassed into leaving.

  I laughed, holding Carter a little closer. “He doesn’t, but I guess he could be trained,” I said, beaming at him.

  Carter shrugged. “If it’ll make you happy.”

  “Okay, that’s hot,” Moran said. “Is he staying for lunch?”

  “Dunno.” I eased back a little, missing Carter’s warmth instantly, but not as much as I had when I thought he was gone forever. Temporary separation was fine now that I knew he didn’t want to leave. “Are you?”

  “I’m supposed to be driving home,” he said, and my stomach sank. I didn’t want him to go. I just got him back and we hadn’t had nearly enough time together yet.

  “But I don’t want to,” he added, softer, like he could barely believe he was saying it himself.

  “So…” Morgan looked between us. “Do you just want what Aiden usually gets, or…?”

  I laughed, stepping a half-pace away from Carter. “What do you think? Trust my tastes?”

  “I trust everything about you,” Carter said, looking at me like he’d forgotten Morgan was even there.

  “Are you two gonna be like this all the time now? Because if I need a new best friend I wanna start looking ASAP.”

  I snorted. Morgan didn’t really do heartfelt moments. He had a base level of sincerity all the time that never really fluctuated.

  Not a lot of people understood him, but he’d always be my best friend.

  “Probably gonna be like this all the time,” I admitted. “But you’re not getting out of being my best friend that easy.”

  “And you.” I turned back to Carter. “Aren’t getting out of being my boyfriend that easy.”

  “Boyfriend?” Carter lit up.

  “Boyfriend,” I said. “If you want. No pressure.”

  “Holy shit, you really are gonna be like this,” Morgan complained, but the ghost of a smile played around his lips.

  He was happy for me.

  “I’m going, please turn down the cute by the time I get back.”

  “Thank you,” I called out, listening for the bell as the door closed.

  “I want,” Carter said. “I was going to ask you for a promotion from honorary boyfriend to the regular kind.”

  “Granted,” I said. “No pay raise, but there are other benefits.”

  “Like?” Carter asked.

  I chuckled, then leaned close so I could whisper in his ear. “Like the thing with the piercing.”

  29

  Carter

  I’d definitely, definitely made the right decision. If I’d gone home today, there would have been a lot less of Aiden sitting in my lap on the bed, gloriously naked, kissing me like it was his new hobby and he wanted to try it every possible way.

  His skin was warm, soft, and smooth under my fingers, still new and exciting, but I was eager for it to be familiar. I wanted to do this until I knew every line and bump and hair and then I wanted to check, every day, to see how he’d changed.

  “Love you,” I murmured, running a hand up and down his side, thumb skimming over the anchor there.

  Aiden beamed at me like he was the moon and I was the sun. “Love you, too,” he said, surging forward for another kiss, pushing me back this time so I landed on the pillows below, looking up at him. “Still wanna try the thing?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. Yes. Hell yes. I wanted everything.

  “For the record? You’re hot when you’re shy. You should ask me to do increasingly filthy things to you.”

  He leaned down to kiss me again, hips rocking back
in a slow slide so I could feel his hard cock brushing against mine. A wave of arousal washed over me, easing the knot of nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

  I trusted Aiden. With everything. With the truth of who I was, with taking care of my heart…

  … and with my butt.

  He knew what he was doing and I’d watched him writhe under me like it was the best thing that’d ever happened to him. I was convinced I’d like this.

  “You’re gonna feel this in the morning,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. I could never change it, not if I wanted him to keep doing that. “That okay?”

  I nodded.

  “I’m not going back tomorrow,” I murmured, taking Aiden’s free hand and kissing the base of his thumb, tongue flicking out across the pulse point on his wrist.

  I wasn’t ready to talk about what I was going to do, because that’d be two big, scary life changes in one day, and I wasn’t ready.

  But I already had a pretty good idea of how I wanted this year to turn out.

  Hopefully, I’d be spending a lot of it exactly where I was now.

  And the next year, and the year after that.

  And the year after that.

  For as long as Aiden would have me.

  “Good,” Aiden said, glowing like I’d just offered him the world. “Roll over, shove a pillow under your hips, I’ll grab supplies and then rock your world.”

  I didn’t doubt that for a second. Aiden already had rocked my world. Made sense that he’d keep doing it.

  The few seconds I waited for him to come back were agony, my stomach knotting up again during the pause, but it all melted away the moment I felt the warmth of his body hovering over me again.

  “This is a good look for you,” Aiden said, kissing the back of my neck. “You have a great body.”

  “Pale and with the muscle tone of a wet noodle?” I asked.

  Aiden laughed, running his hands up my back and over my shoulders, squeezing gently until they relaxed under the pressure, like he’d done for me before.

  “Your lines are very elegant,” Aiden said. “I see a lot of bodies. I like this one.”

  “I get the feeling you don’t judge harshly.”

  “No,” Aiden agreed. “I think all bodies are pretty awesome. But this one belongs to you, so I like it a little more.”

  Why did I ever think I could live without this? Aiden was the best thing that’d ever happened to me, and I was keeping him for as long as I could.

  A trail of open-mouthed kisses down my spine made me squirm into the mattress, my grip on the pillow I’d grabbed—propped up just like Aiden had been, since I didn’t know any better—tightening.

  But I wasn’t nervous. Maybe I should have been, maybe the idea of having someone else’s cock inside me for the first time should have made me hesitate.

  Aiden had shown me I could trust him, though. I did trust him. More than I trusted anyone.

  There was no one in the world I wanted this first time with more.

  I wanted Aiden to be my first and my last. It was too early to think that, but I couldn’t help it. He felt like my forever.

  I gasped as Aiden’s teeth sank into the flesh of my ass, a sudden rush of heat going straight to my cock. Aiden’s laughter only made it worse, the obvious enjoyment he got out of this making me tingle all over.

  He liked being with me. He liked it because it was me, not just because of what I could do for him.

  I could have loved him for that alone, but there were so many other things to love him for.

  Warm, slick fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, encouraging me to part my legs further, the sheets rustling as I shifted, looking for the perfect position.

  “Tell me to stop if you hate it,” Aiden said. “No one’s taking your bi card away for not liking anal, promise.”

  “You like it,” I murmured, too focused on the gentle slide of Aiden’s fingers over sensitive skin to absorb much other than touch good.

  “Love it,” he confirmed. “Happy to let you fuck me as often as you want. No pressure on that either, though. I also like to cuddle.”

  “I know,” I said. We’d done our share of cuddling already, but I could’ve gone for more of that, too. Being near Aiden made me feel at peace for once. I’d never felt so calm as I did around him.

  Like the tattoo on his ribs, he was an anchor.

  My stomach tensed as his fingers brushed over my hole, light and teasing at first, just getting me used to the idea. I was a grownup, I could take a little discomfort, but I understood a moment later that Aiden wouldn’t let me be uncomfortable. Not unless it was completely necessary.

  His free hand stroked up and down my side, soothing while his fingers kept exploring, dipping down far enough to nudge my balls and make me hiss, sliding up and down the cleft of my ass in increasingly firm strokes.

  I let my eyes fall closed, breath hitching as Aiden toyed with my hole again, pressing the tip of a finger harder and harder until the muscle gave way, another ripple of tension fluttering through me before I relaxed.

  “You’re doing so well,” Aiden soothed.

  “Bet you tell that to people you’re sticking needles in, too,” I murmured, hips wriggling as I got used to the intrusion. It was weird, and I couldn’t pretend otherwise, but not bad. Not uncomfortable.

  “Well, yeah,” Aiden said. “Still thinking about that tattoo? Because again, no pressure, but it would be unspeakably hot.”

  “You don’t even know what I wanna get,” I said, hips jerking as Aiden pushed in further, a sudden jolt of arousal hitting me under the belly button.

  “Got something in mind?” Aiden asked.

  Yeah. Yeah, I did.

  “Tell you about it later,” I promised.

  Aiden chuckled, pushing a second finger into me, letting me feel some of the stretch this time, shoving me right up to the edge of uncomfortable but not tipping me over it. I already felt full, but I knew Aiden’s cock was thicker than two fingers.

  Then again, I knew mine was, too, and he’d taken it without a word of complaint. He’d taken it with a lot of enthusiasm, actually.

  A bolt of lightning shot up my spine as Aiden twisted his fingers, pressing down on what I assumed had to be my prostate. The bed creaked under us as my hips jerked, a spurt of precome spilling from my cock into the sheets beneath me.

  Aiden laughed.

  “Oh yeah,” he murmured. “This is gonna be fun for you.”

  I swallowed, unsure how much more of that I could take. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt before.

  “It’s okay,” he added, running his hand up and down my side again. A shudder rolled through me as I forced suddenly-tense muscles to relax all over again, the shock of pleasure still washing over me.

  “I’m okay,” I confirmed, shifting to make myself comfortable again, crooking my knee to spread my legs wider.

  I wanted more. More of this, more of Aiden. Now that I was sure I could keep him, I wanted everything.

  “Want you to fuck me,” I said aloud without really meaning to. Blood rushed to my cheeks, what little of it wasn’t filling my cock making my face hot.

  “I know,” Aiden said, voice low and rumbling.

  Everything we’d been through would’ve been worth it for the sex alone.

  “And trust me, you do want me to fuck you,” he added. “I’m about to ruin you for everyone else.”

  “’s okay,” I sighed. “You’re the only one I want.”

  Aiden made a soft, tender little sound, leaning over to kiss the back of my neck again, fingers still working into me. It wasn’t weird anymore, just enough friction to keep me interested, familiar tension starting to build low in my gut.

  “You’re so good at this,” Aiden murmured. “And for the record, you’re the only one I want, too.”

  I gasped as he twisted his fingers again, clenching as he pulled them out, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. A whimper escaped me, mostly muffled by the pillow
, but a warm chuckle from Aiden told me I hadn’t completely hidden it.

  “Patience,” he said, the sound of crinkling foil making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in anticipation. I forced myself to relax again, taking slow, deep breaths with my eyes closed as I listened to him, reaching out with all my senses to form a picture in my mind.

  I grunted in surprise as Aiden’s hands landed on my ass, strong thumbs parting my cheeks, fingers massaging deep as arousal pooled lower, hips rocking of their own accord.

  My body was more than ready for this. It trusted Aiden even more than my mind did, because every time Aiden touched me, it felt good.

  “Don’t let me hurt you,” Aiden said. “It’s not gonna hurt at all, and if it does, something’s going wrong. Stop me. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I breathed, letting all the air out of my lungs slowly as I felt Aiden’s cock against me, hotter and thicker than his fingers, slick with lube. He rocked back and forth, dragging the head over my hole so his piercing caught on it, and I was starting to figure out exactly why it was going to be good for me.

  I held my breath as Aiden pushed inside, head spinning at the overwhelming pressure and fullness, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Every inch was new and surprising, the slow slide home setting all my nerve endings on fire, so oversensitive that I felt like I’d come if I so much as twitched the wrong way right now.

  A moan caught in my throat as sweat beaded on my forehead, on the back of my neck, rolling down my spine to the small of my back in rivulets as Aiden took his time. Slow, even pressure all the way in until his hips were pushed up against mine, as far as he could go at this angle.

  All the air whooshed out of my lungs at once, the urge to clench around him finally overwhelming me now that he wasn’t moving anymore, inner muscles squeezing tight as a brand new wave of pleasure washed over me.

  Yes. This was exactly what I needed right now. To feel so deeply connected to him that I could practically feel his heartbeat in my body.

  “You feel incredible,” Aiden murmured, kissing the back of my neck, licking the sweat off it, nuzzling my hair. “Everything about you is so hot.”