A Real Bad Boy(2)

So that's what this was. One damn night. One single night to get it all out and then pretend like it never happened.

I could accept that. One night to try the forbidden fruit I'd always  wanted to taste. No strings. No one to hurt me the next day.

I curled my fingers in his raven locks. "Yes."

I wanted him so fucking bad I couldn't say no.

It was crazy, it was stupid, but I had to have him. Just once. I clung  to him with everything I had and let him kiss me, my teeth sinking into  his lip, clinging to him as I held him tight. I wanted more. So much  more from him.                       
       
           



       

"Your place. Now." I said the words as quickly as I could because I knew  that if I didn't, I would never actually say it. I knew that I would  back out.

That I would run away from this. From him.

I deserved one night with no strings. One night where no one could tell  me what to do. Where I didn't have to make any of the decisions.

"I can do that."





Willow



"This is where you live?" I asked as I looked over the face of the home.

It was a gorgeous historical antebellum house, the kind I never expected  to see him in, right in the historic downtown district. The wrap-around  porch, the faded and peeling paint on the trim, everything about it  made it quaint.

It was perfect. Everything about it was beautiful. Even the parts that  were not quite up to standard. It wasn't pristine, but it was obvious  that it was being renovated a piece at a time.

"I bought it a couple of years ago. I work on it when I'm home, a step at a time."

"You've done all this work yourself?" I asked as I looked it over. It  still had a ways to go, but it was still beautiful. I was impressed. He  nodded.

"I like to work with my hands," he said.

It was then that he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.

"Speaking of, I'd like to show you what they can do." He threaded his  fingers through my hair and looked me in the eyes. I knew what was  coming next, but to say I was prepared for it would've been a lie. I  clung to him as he kissed me and opened the door to his home.

I wished I could say I saw the inside, but as soon as he scooped me up  and pulled me up the stairs, I was in the bedroom and I'd forgotten  anything except his face. And the strong arms wrapped around me.

"Are you sure this is the right thing?" I asked, just a little bit wary.

"Fuck. No. I know it isn't, but I've wanted you for years. I'm not going  to let something trivial like morals get in my damn way." All of my  sanity fled with that last little growl.

Fuck, we were both going to hell in a hand basket, but I didn't care. I  wanted to spend what time I had with him in utter pleasure. I deserved  it. Especially after everything I'd been through.

At least that's what I told myself.

I pulled Zach's jacket off and kissed his neck, sinking my teeth into  him, just a little bit, just barely. Enough to make him moan. I dug my  nails into his back, and that's when he grabbed me, chuckling.

"None of that, Willow. What do you think you are doing?" he asked. He  was being playful, but a part of me wanted to take it further. He set me  down so that I was standing and then pulled me to him. Hard. I could  feel his cock; it liked what I was doing. He liked what I was doing.

"I think I'll do what I want," I said as I kissed him again.

I was so bold. I wanted to say it was the alcohol talking, but I'd  barely had any. He grabbed me and kissed me again. This time he slid his  hands under my shirt and ran his thumbs over my nipples. I hissed out  as he stroked them and looked into my eyes.

"Two can play this game, and I promise you I'm an experienced player."  His response took me a little by surprise but I just grinned and went  with it.

"Oh, are you?" I asked.

He kissed my neck then whispered, "And it would be a lie to say I hadn't  thought about you. I always wanted to see if I could get Little Miss  Good Girl to be bad."

That sent tingles up my spine as I arched my back towards him. I was  hanging on to his neck by a thread, but when I saw where he was pushing  us, I grinned.

His bed was big and beautiful, just like his bedroom. I turned from him  and crawled on his bed, looking up at him. "Is this what you wanted?"

"You have no idea," he said as he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head.

Fuck.

This was really happening.

"It's the height of my fantasy, Willow. Is that what you want to hear?  That I never got over my lust for you? Because it's the truth," he said.

His lusted for me. Nothing more. I was so enamored with his words that I  almost forgot the real purpose of the night. To let loose. To let go of  all my inhibitions and just enjoy the man in front of me. And there was  a lot to enjoy. From his raven black locks to his well-defined  musculature, I was in absolute heaven. Or maybe it was temptation that  would lead me to hell. I didn't know or care. I just wanted to feel him.  All of him.

I tugged at his shirt, and he pulled it over his own head. I swore I let  out a moan of appreciation when I saw his body. The muscles. The  tattoos. It was like I was in my own personal romance movie. He was  adorned with tribal tattoos and two skulls, one on his chest with roses  wrapped around it, and another on his arm, but that one was clearly  Army. The last time I saw him shirtless it was a clean canvas, but this …   this was so much better. I ran my hands over his chest and looked up  into his eyes.                       
       
           



       

What I saw there scared me. It was a mixture of want and something  deeper, something more …  predatory. It sent chills up my spine, but I  could feel my arousal too. It was growing.

Fuck, I wanted him. No part of me could deny that. I knew this was a mistake, but I didn't care. I deserved a night like this.

I deserved to feel something more than anger and sadness and loathing. I needed some pleasure.

So I reached into his pants and found his cock hard and large and gave it a small tug. "I want you," I said slowly.

"Do you, Willow?" he asked as he slipped his hand behind my back and  unclipped my bra in one quick movement. He really was experienced. I  didn't want to know how experienced. I kissed him as I willed all the  thoughts away and just indulged myself in him.

"Do you want me?" I asked as I looked into his eyes. They were the  stunning kind of blue. Like ice. It felt like he was looking right  through me as he stared into mine.

"You have no idea." He kissed me again and pulled off my skirt and  panties in one swift motion. It was all so quick. So guttural. I had a  feeling this wasn't going to be the gentle kind of lovemaking.

He slammed me down on the mattress, my body bouncing just a little.

With anyone else it would've been enough to make me stop. It would've  pulled me right out of the fantasy and into my nightmares. Nightmares of  my ex, Elijah, doing something similar, but not out of pleasure. That  man was a true monster. The kind that only got pleasure in someone  else's pain.

But that wasn't Zach, and I knew it. Zach was an asshole, and he was a  fighter, and he could be a pain in the ass, but he had stood up for  girls in high school who were being mistreated.

And the look in his eyes told me exactly what he was after. Pleasure. I  wanted that too. So badly. I reached for his pants and unbuttoned the  top button, my hands shaking as I took down his zipper. I knew his cock  was huge, but as I pushed down his pants and boxers, I wasn't prepared  for what I saw. His cock was hard and big, and I swore I thought it  would split me in two.

I swallowed hard and bit my lip, looking up at him. How is this going to fit inside of me?

"Fuck, Willow. You have me so damn hard," he growled. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to fuck you?"

He pulled me up to him and kissed me. Hard. It wasn't the gentle kind of  kiss that a sweet guy would execute. No, it was harsh and hard, and it  was more fulfilling than anything I'd ever felt before in my life.

I clung to him, my chest rising and falling.

Every sensation was heightened. Every touch, every tingle and sensation.  The feeling of his lips against mine, the rough stubble on his chin  that ground into my skin, the grip of his hands. All of it overwhelmed  me and pulled me deeper into his spell. I was lost in his eyes, his arms  wrapped around me as I looked up into them. I just wanted to live there  in that moment.





Zach





I wasn't very good at keeping my temper at bay. So when I opened my eyes  and saw that she was gone, I fought every single urge I had to knock  all the shit off of my dresser. Or go beat someone up for it.

I should've been relieved. I should've been happy as hell that I  wouldn't have to deal with it. That's always how I felt with other  woman. But it wasn't other women that were gone, leaving me alone.