So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

My unease was turning into nerves. Aiden was getting a little too familiar for my liking. And he needed to know it.

  Chapter Four - Aiden

  “Let go of me,” Reagan demanded, looking down at my hand gripping her arm.

  She looked ready to slap the shit out of me. I could see in her blue eyes that there was fire. It didn’t matter that I just fucked the ever-loving shit out of her, and felt her cum all of my dick. If my feisty girl had some choice words for me, she was going to say them.

  “Are you leaving?” I begged.

  I hated sounding needy, but I kind of did just then. I didn’t want Reagan to leave, but if she didn’t want to stay, well then, there wasn’t much I could do to make her. I was a dominant man but only to a point.

  “I’ll leave if I want to.” Reagan nodded towards the front door of the club slightly, then her eyes returned to mine.

  We were lost together for a moment. Barely breathing, barely moving, just staring into the eyes of the person who meant the most to us so long ago. I never thought that I would be face to face with the love of my life again. The only woman I had let my guard down with. The only woman I had allowed to crush my heart.

  Reagan dropped her shoulders slightly, but she didn’t look away. She had calmed down a little, but I could tell she was still a little upset. However, a small part of me wanted to chuckle. Reagan may have liked to submit in bed, but she was always willing to stand up for herself in regular life. It was that spark that drew me to her. She was like a wildfire, hot and unpredictable.

  I let go of her arm because I didn’t think she was going to leave. My ex was just doing her usual thing. Whenever Reagan got angry, she would get extra huffy before calming down to a slow boil — at that point, she could be reasoned with.

  I wasn’t sure why she was mad with me, though. I was the one who should have been mad, given what happened all those years ago.

  “What do you want from me?” Reagan asked, crossing her arms over her ample chest.

  The short black dress she was wearing barely concealed her impressive body. Our little encounter hadn’t helped either. Most of her left breast was still exposed, the neckline of the dress pulled and rumpled. The hemline was wrinkled too, parts sliding up to reveal most of her thighs.

  I liked the way she looked — obviously just fucked. The memory made me hard, even though it was less than a half-hour before, and her juices were still slick on my cock. But that’s the way this girl was, addictive. I would never have enough of her.

  Reagan puffed herself up, so she was standing at her full height. I was still a bit taller, but it was easy to see she was trying to assert herself. She was powerful in her own way.

  “I wanted to talk to you,” I muttered.

  My head was swimming. I couldn’t focus, my eyes wanting to dart down to her thighs and the sweet pussy between them. We were so close to the bar. I could throw Reagan over the counter, pull up her skirt, and thrust into her tight center again. Lust ran through my veins, hot and heavy. My dick was hard and starting to drip precum.

  “About what?” she snapped, bringing my eyes back up to her strikingly attractive face. “You haven’t seen me in almost ten years. You never looked for me or tried to contact me. I’ve been in Aspen this entire time, the same name. You could have found me if you wanted to, Aiden. So, the only reason you haven’t come to see me or talk with me is because you didn’t want to. We’re not long-lost friends, Aiden, so stop acting like we are.”

  There was a lot of rage in her words. She must have been wanting to say that to me for a while, but I was confused. A relationship is a two-way street. I wasn’t about to take the blame for all of this. I was the victim here.

  Placing one arm onto the bar, I trapped her between my body and the wood. “I hate to be the one to remind you, love, but I didn’t end our relationship. You left me, remember?”

  “But,” Reagan started to trail off almost immediately. I waited to see if there was going to be any rebuttal, but she was just stammering her way through nothing.

  “Exactly.” I leaned closer, pushing my hard cock into her hip. “You’re the one who didn’t want to know me. You’re the one who left me for another man. I thought that’s what you wanted, to never see me again. After I read your letter…”

  “Stop,” she cut me off with a wave of hands.

  I stepped back.

  She was so upset she was shaking. The conversation was upsetting. Reagan’s gaze had fallen to the ground as if she was ashamed, but she looked back up to me. It was like she was pleading for something. “Aiden,” she started, but she stopped talking when her phone rang. She took it out from her pocket and looked at it for a second before answering.

  “Hello?”

  She turned away from me, talking as quietly as she could into the phone. I couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end, but whatever it was, it had Reagan freaked out.

  “I’m on my way now.” She hung up her phone and looked back over at me like I didn’t matter at all. She didn’t explain. Reagan didn’t ask for help. Her eyes were blank. “I have to go.” She didn’t offer any kind of explanation beyond that.

  Without a goodbye, the love of my life walked away from me and out of the club. She never even turned back to give me one farewell look. Reagan hadn’t left anyway for me to contact her, no phone number, no email. She didn’t even say that I should.

  This was not happening to me again.

  It felt like we were about to get somewhere with our conversation, that I was about to get some sort of explanation for why she just up and left. There was no way I was going to let it end there. I already let Reagan disappear from my life once before, I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.

  I had people here who would watch the club for me. They knew exactly what needed to be done. I already had my keys on me, so I followed Reagan out of the club, intending to find out what had her so worried. And, maybe, we might be able to continue our little conversation and come to a mutually satisfying ending.

  Chapter Five - Aiden

  I followed not too far behind Reagan’s car until we reached a suburb of Aspen. I wasn’t totally sure where we were at — it had been some time since I’d driven through these streets — but the area didn’t look completely unfamiliar.

  She parked in front of a midsized, brick home and ran inside. I made sure not to park too close by to avoid being seen.

  Maybe it was Reagan’s house. I had no way of knowing, but she didn’t park in the driveway, so I doubted it. My ex was right when she said that I hadn’t tried looking for her. When Reagan had left me nine years ago, I scrubbed her from my life. But I knew that this wasn’t where she used to live.

  I had spent a lot of evenings at her childhood home, a trailer in a trailer park, with her and her mother. Those were some of the best times of my life. We were from two different worlds, Reagan and me. My wealthy parents were nice enough, but it was just warmer at Reagan’s simple house. Her mom wasn’t so worried about appearances and good breeding. I could relax and be myself when I was there. I had felt safe. I had felt normal.

  I wasn’t that little boy anymore, so none of it really mattered now. Not really.

  I was debating about going up to the front door and knocking on it, but not too much time later, Reagan rushed out with a little boy in tow. Seeing him threw me right back into my seat.

  I had no idea she had a kid. How was I supposed to? She was right about the fact that I never went looking for her. She had made it pretty clear that she was done with me. I saw no reason in chasing after someone who wanted nothing to do with me.

  Maybe if I had tried to find her, I would have known she had a kid. He looked to be seven or eight. She probably had him with that guy, whoever he was, the one she left me for. I never actually met him, or if I did, I had no idea who he was. She made sure her letter was vague, but it still hurt like hell when I read that she was leaving me for another man.

  W
hat if they were still together? Her and what’s-his-name? I never thought Reagan would be the type to sleep with someone else while in a relationship. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen a ring on her finger, and it looked like she was at the BDSM club alone. Couples would usually go to those types of things together.

  Logic would say to leave her alone, but I wasn’t feeling logical. A child really complicated things and would explain why she was a little hostile. The reason she didn’t want me walking back into her life could have to do with her kid, but on the other hand, this might be my last chance to have the love I once knew.

  Reagan’s car finally started. They must have been having some kind of conversation or argument. She pulled out of her spot, and I followed her to an apartment building. There was no way I’d be able to follow her inside. She’d see me then.

  I did see an apartment window light up a few minutes later. It appeared to be her living room. She was talking to her son before getting him ready for bed. She finished up with him and came back into the part of the room I could see through the window.

  I watched as she sat down on the couch. My ex looked exhausted. It must have been quite the night for her.

  Reagan ran her hands through her brown hair, pulling it out of the ponytail she had it in. Her long tresses fell down her back. She was always so fucking beautiful. Everything about her was my undoing, from that smart mouth of hers to her sexy, curvy body.

  Soon, she was back up on her feet, walking off into another room. The lights went off, and that was that. She must have been going to sleep.

  I leaned back in my seat. All this time looking at Reagan had brought back a whole lot of memories. A particular favorite of mine was when I would tie her up. She was really nervous the first time. Admittedly, I was pretty nervous the first time as well. But tying Reagan up became a favorite pass time of ours. The sounds she would make when I spanked her. I could still hear them, sitting in my car, years later.

  Fuck! My hard dick was pressing into my pants, making me quite uncomfortable. I was parked in a darker part of the street since I had been trying to conceal myself. I gave the area a quick scan, and there didn’t appear to be anyone coming.

  I was done thinking and just unzipped my pants. Taking out my thick cock, I held my shaft in my palm. Reagan’s scent was still on me, setting off this frenzy inside of me even further. I remembered the first time she brought out the dom in me.

  It was a lazy Sunday. I had snuck out of the house to see Reagan, telling my parents that I was off to play football with the guys. Reagan’s mom was out at a meeting at church, so it was just the two of us. She was doing chores, and I was mad at the lack of attention.

  Outside in the afternoon sun, my girlfriend — who had just turned eighteen — was hanging laundry on their clothesline. Her mother was too poor to own a dryer. No matter what I did, Reagan kept saying she had to do her chores. I needed to wait. I didn’t want to wait. After some playful bickering, I came up with a crazy idea.

  It had started off as a joke. I cut the line, dashing to wrap it around her curvy body and bind her to the wooden pole. When she was trapped tight, I figured I was in deep trouble, but I pushed further, stealing kisses and pulling up her shirt to massage her perky breasts. When I dropped to my knees to suck her hard tits, she moaned with such ecstasy. It was like an awakening.

  Regan wasn’t mad. She didn’t yell. She begged.

  Torso and arms bound tight, she opened her legs, begging me to take her hard. When I pulled up her skirt, her panties were soaked.

  I pulled my pants down in an instant, carried away by her desire, and trust my young, hard cock into her. Each slam of my hips pushed her into the wooden pole. It must have hurt, but Reagan begged for more. She wanted it harder and harder.

  Her pussy gripped me like a vice as her arousal grew. Velvety walls and so much wetness, she dripped down my cock and thighs. I couldn’t control myself. I came, rested, keeping my dick inside of her, and then fucked her again. Over and over, till the sun started to set and we both couldn’t see straight.

  Her thighs were drenched in my seed. My abs wet with her juices. I only stopped because my legs got too tired to stand.

  Shaking my head and bringing my concentration back to the present, I thought about earlier tonight. It was all so quick. We had barely said one word to each other, but we knew that after years of being apart, it’s what was needed.

  My hand could never compare to the supple softness of her pussy, but I made it work. I stroked myself while thoughts of the only woman I ever loved rushed through my head. It didn’t take long for me to come.

  When I was done, I zipped myself back up. I looked up at Reagan’s apartment. The lights were still off. I wasn’t about to sit here all night. It was probably time for me to go home.

  Initially, I had some reservations about continuing to talk with Reagan. After seeing her son, but I still came over to her apartment. I had spent years trying to shove her into a forgotten part of my mind, but it had never been entirely possible. She always lingered. Now was the time to get all this shit figured out.

  I’d go home for tonight, but I wasn’t abandoning my search for answers. She acted as if I did something to her all those years ago, but, and I knew I remembered correctly, she was the one who ran off and only left me with a one-page note. If anyone should be angry, it was me.

  Reagan was going to explain herself whether she wanted to or not.

  Chapter Six - Reagan

  Oh, good God, last night was crazy.

  After dropping Bobby off at school the next day, I got called into work at the clinic. So much for my day of recovery. I could barely process what had happened at Club Taboo. Too many things happened, and it all happened so fast.

  When I got to work, my mind was swirling. Of all the people to run into, the universe decided to plop Aiden Harris in front of me. It was kind of infuriating that he still looked so damn good. Even aged ten years, he was still unnervingly handsome and his body at thirty? Dynamite. Part of me desperately wanted to see every hard muscle he had out of that expensive suit he was wearing.

  But I couldn’t. That was stupid.

  Why did I let him fuck me in that club? All it did was complicate the entire situation further. What if he tried to contact me? What was I supposed to do then? I had spent the past few years wondering if Aiden still thought about me, if he ever wondered where I’d gone off to. But every year that I didn’t hear from him, I kind of just assumed he had moved on. From the way he spoke, it seemed like maybe I was wrong. He harbored some feelings, that was certain.

  But Aiden couldn’t be my main worry. I had Bobby for that. Oh, Bobby. I loved my son to death, but he might just be the death of me. I had no idea what was going on with him. He wouldn’t tell me about it whenever I’d ask. What an eight-year-old had to hide, I couldn’t tell you. All I knew was that it was causing massive problems at school and at home. Talking back to teachers, to my mother and myself. Getting into fights with other students. If this continued, I had no idea what I was going to do.

  I wanted to get him a counselor, but that would cost money, which I didn’t currently have. Which is why I was saving. My nurse's salary was decent, but there was still some struggling. Especially with my student loans. Even though I managed to get out of school early, it was still a nice chunk of change that I owed, meaning I had to be careful with how money was spent.

  “Reagan!”

  I sat up from my leaned over position at the nurses’ station. We were having a lull in patients. That’s what the morning usually was like, which is why I liked taking these shifts. Plus, they aligned with Bobby’s school schedule.

  “Hey, Marnie.”

  Marnie was the nurse I was closest to on the job. Most of the nurses were able to bond with each other. There were a few bad apples in the bunch, but for the most part, I enjoyed spending time with my coworkers. Marnie was the most fun. We had very different lifestyles, but we just clicked w
ith one another. It was her dress that I was wearing yesterday.

  “You have to tell me about last night. Was the dress a massive hit?” She got all close to me, so she could whisper. There was no one to hear us, but Marnie lived for the drama, so it was par on course for her.

  “It probably won’t be that exciting to you.”

  It may have felt like the craziest night for me, but Marnie was always getting into all kinds of adventures. I doubted a night where I ran into an ex and then got called home early to pick up my kid was anything special to her.

  “Reagan, I need to hear about what happened at the BDSM club. You rarely go out, and every inch of your skin is covered if you can help it. You gotta tell me the shenanigans you got up to in that little black dress you had on.”

  I laughed because Marnie was a riot. She always knew how to make anything exciting. Usually, I was standing here, talking about a night in with my kid, and she would act like I was describing the wildest night of her dreams.

  “Yeah, okay. I can tell you what happened. But, trust me, you’re not going to find any of this worthwhile.”

  “Let me be the judge of that.”

  “Well, the club was really nice. Way better than any of the ones we already have in Aspen. Someone actually came up to me and started flirting.”

  “Ooo, was he cute?”

  I shook my head. “He wasn’t bad looking, but he ended up being a total jerk.” I didn’t even want to think about that guy. He was a flash in the pan, and I could simply move on. “But I actually ended up running into my ex. Weirdly enough, he is the one who owns the club.”

  “No way! What happened? What did you guys say to one another?”

  “We actually didn’t say much.” I blushed because of the implication. Marnie audibly gasped as if I just told her state secrets.

  “Reagan, you naughty girl! And you told me this wasn’t exciting stuff. So, you guys fucked in the club?”