Badd Motherf*cker(32)

The asshole didn’t deserve her.

He didn’t deserve to fucking live if he had this woman, had the opportunity to make her his forever…and then wasted it.

He gave real men a bad name.

I was a player, sure. I fucked a lot of different women on a regular basis. There’d been threesomes, and foursomes, and two girls in the same night at different times. The most I’d ever had in one night, but not in my bed at the same time, was four girls and, god, I’d barely been able to walk the next day, but it had been fucking worth it. But I’d never made any promises to anyone. I’d always been up front about how shit was. I made it clear we were gonna fuck and she was gonna go her way. No cuddling, no pillow talk, no seconds. I’d only broken that rule once, for one woman. She’d been a cougar, and had taught me a few tricks; the sex had honestly been good enough that I’d been the one to want seconds when she’d been ready to leave after the first round.

But Dru?

I hadn’t even had her once, and I wanted thirds, and fourths.

And the stupid bastard had given that up?

Dru glanced at me, and I realized I’d been spacing out, thinking. “What’s that look on your face for?”

I shook my head. “You probably don’t wanna know.”

She tossed back the last of her beer and glared at me. “Don’t tell me what I don’t wanna know.”

I finished my own beer and pushed the glass aside. Took her knees in my hands, slid a little closer to her. “Fine. I was thinking that I’ve never had it good enough with any one girl that I’ve ever wanted to bang anyone more than once. That’s the truth. But you? Dru, if I got you into my bed, I’d never let you out.” I stood up off the stool and crowded her space, stared down into her eyes, let her see the truth in mine.

“The sex wouldn’t be pretty good. It’d be the best goddamn sex either of us ever had, every single time. I’d make you come so hard so many fuckin’ times you’d be beggin’ me to quit just so you could catch your breath. I’d fuck that tight, wet, sugar-sweet cunt of yours every single night and every single day so hard for so long you’d be walkin’ bowlegged. And no matter how much we fucked, Dru, I wouldn’t ever get enough. And I damn sure wouldn’t so much as think about another woman for as long as I had you. Shit, all I’ve gotten is one little taste of that pussy, and I can’t think of anything else.”

She blinked up at me, eyes wide, chest heaving, fingers clenched into fists on her lap. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

I cupped the back of her neck and leaned in, brushed my lips across hers. “That is what I was thinkin’.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

I moved my lips on hers, not quite kissing her, more teasing her with the promise of the kiss. “Yeah,” I whispered back. “Oh.”

She gazed up at me, torn. She wanted the kiss. Hell, she wanted everything I’d just promised her. It was a promise, too, and not an idle one. But she was still fighting whatever hang-up she had about letting go, and giving in to this thing between us.

She was quivering, shaking, barely breathing. Her lips trembled against mine, and her hands stole up to rest on my chest.

Bingo.

I pressed my lips against hers, traced her mouth with my tongue. She slid off the stool, pressed her body against me. God, those curves crushed against me, it drove me nuts. I’d sort of gotten my hard-on to go away, and now she was staring up at me with those absurdly blue eyes again and her tits were squishy against my chest and her hips were in my hands and her lips on mine were soft and warm and wet—

“Goddammit, Sebastian!” She wrenched herself out of my hands, knocking over a stool in her quest to escape. “Stop doing that to me.”

“Doing what?”

She backed away from me. “Kissing me like that. Touching me like that.”

I followed her. “See, your mouth says ‘don’t do that,’ but your body and your eyes say ‘do it again. Do it again and don’t fuckin’ stop.’”

She bumped against the front door. “I don’t want to use you as a rebound.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I mind,” she snapped. “Yeah, I want you. That’s obvious. But I’m not in a mental or emotional place to be wanting anyone.”

“I can make you feel good, Dru.” I pressed her up against the door, palmed her hip, touched my forehead to hers. “You deserve to feel good.”

“It’s too much. It’s too soon.” Her hands were fumbling behind her back.

“Not enough, and not soon enough. Let me erase it all, Dru.”