The Traitor: (An Underground Bad Boys Romance Book 2)

by Kells, India

  Even though Spencer had taught her a few moves over the last six months, Josie was no match for the muscled body that finally pushed her forward and held her under him. She could tell it was a male from the erection she could feel against her bottom. In a last attempt to scream, she reared back, but a hand covered her mouth.

  A second away from biting her attacker, something clicked inside her mind, and her nose recognized the very familiar combined smells of grease and man. Spencer.

  She did bite him then, although much lighter than she’d intended for her attacker, and as she stopped fighting, a familiar masculine chuckle came from behind her head.

  “I always knew you had a kinky side, Miss Baird.”

  “I’m only kinky with you. You scared me to death. I might have hurt you if I hadn’t recognized you.”

  He kissed her neck. “My only intention was to give you a little scare.”

  Spencer didn’t let her go, on the contrary, she could feel one of his hands sliding up her thigh under her skirt. There was no teasing in him, just his usual sensuality as he manipulated her body to his will, and to her delight.

  When he cupped her sex through her panties, she sighed at the contact. “Ah, Miss Baird, you’re wet. Very wet. Does the thought of being taken by a complete stranger appeal to your kinky side?”

  Josie half laughed and half moaned when his hand pulled the scrap of lace down and started exploring her pussy in the most arousing way. “I was wet thinking of you before I got here.” How does he make my body spike that way and melt into his touch? The more time passed, the more she hungered for him, for his presence, and body. It was only a part of their relationship, but it had cemented first, allowing the rest to solidify and steady between them.

  His fingers scraped over her clit, and she bit her lip.

  “Don’t hold back, my love. I want to hear you scream. I want your voice to fill the space.”

  It was his rough words that made her restless, made her push back.

  “Impatient as always, I see. You’re in luck. I am too.”

  Spencer pulled her dress up, shoved her legs open, and unzipped his pants. With the tip of his cock poised at her entrance, Josie started to push back again, but Spencer, even more impatient than she was, impaled her with one thrust. As he wished, her scream echoed through the shop, almost drowned by his own roar as he thrust into her with barely contained desperation.

  It was hard and fast, the coil of lust tightening quicker than she’d anticipated, leading her to a surprise orgasm of such force, she was glad the car held her up. Her pussy spasming, Josie felt him tense and push one more time deep inside her, emptying his balls with a tortured groan before falling on top of her.

  Spencer felt wonderfully heavy on her back, his warm breath fanning her hair as his hands followed the trails of her arms to finally cover her hands.

  “I love you, Spencer.”

  His chest rumbled with soft laughter. “It’s just the orgasm talking.”

  Mildly offended, she wanted to turn and punch him, but his weight prevented her from moving. “Relax, I was joking. I love you too.”

  Josie grunted, but the corner of her mouth crept up. “You better, mister.”

  He kissed her head and she felt him move lightly, trailing kisses over her shoulders. “I love you so much, you make me lose my mind. I miss you a second after you leave and I feel your touch and your taste all day long. If that isn’t love, then I must be going crazy.”

  “I like your kind of crazy.”

  “You’re the only one who keeps me sane. I think we should make sure it stays that way.”

  With a satisfied smile, she couldn’t help but tease him. “What? You want me to buy a straitjacket for you?”

  “Marry me, Josie.”

  Everything in her stilled, her ears rang and she was unable to process the words until she realized that Spencer was as immobile as she was.

  When she moved, this time he allowed her to and slid out of her before stepping back.

  Both of them were half-naked in the dark, facing each other. Josie would have laughed if it hadn’t been so serious. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Spencer.” For a split second, she saw the hurt on his face despite being half-hidden in the shadows, which almost made her knees buckle.

  “Why?”

  She swallowed hard, searching for the words. “I want to be with you, but I don’t want to be the promise you won’t be able to keep. You said yourself you had betrayed your word and it crushed you. We’re together for as long as you want us to be.”

  Now, darkness descended upon him as he approached. “You think I can’t pledge myself to you? That what I feel for you will go away?”

  Josie found it impossible not to touch his arm, needing the contact like crazy. “What happens when you’ve had enough of this small-town life? When you look at me and see a trap? When you yearn for city life again, with all the power, money, and women you can imagine?”

  He was so close, his body radiated heat, warming her when she felt so cold. “I had that. All of it, for years and years, and all it brought me was a void so deep, I had to get out. You don’t deplete me, Josie. You fill me up. My years in the underground world are over. You made me realize that by breaking my word, I made the best decision. I’ve been in Landston a year now, and to be honest, it’s not the town that makes me stay. It’s you. Wherever you want to be, I’ll follow you.”

  It was impossible not to respond to those words, not to see the raw sincerity on his face. He was a complicated man, but he wasn’t a deceiver. He never had been with her.

  “You know, I’ll never be able to tell anyone how you proposed to me while you were still deep inside me and I was plastered against the hood of a car.”

  He blinked and suddenly his blue eyes widened. “I need the words, baby.”

  Josie playfully ignored his demand. “I don’t see a ring.”

  “I must have a washer or bolt somewhere that will do the trick. Say the words, Josie.”

  With that tone in his voice and rare softness in his eyes, she couldn’t deny him anything. And he already had her heart in his hands. “Yes, I will marry you, Spencer Knox.”

  All the tension in his body fled as he exhaled and took her in his arms for a kiss. The man wasn’t traditional, but he was a romantic at heart. And when she felt his hand tug at her skirt again, Josie knew that from now on, even in this small town, she could have the life she’d never dared dream of.

  THE END

  The Debt Collector Sneak Peek

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  Here is a peek:

  Tessa checked the door once more, making sure it was locked. Her eyes went to the handgun the stranger, Locke, had given her. It was a weird way of reassuring her, which hadn’t totally worked even if she understood the symbolism. She only knew his name, Locke, and she now stood in his bathroom, naked, about to step into the shower. What was happening to her? She felt like she couldn’t make sensible decisions anymore. Everything seemed so surreal, it was difficult to process everything. The adrenaline in her system made her woozy, that and what they’d drugged her with on top of her lack of sleep. Mostly lack of sleep, she supposed. And a shower sounded so good and would help clear her mind. Maybe it would even help to remove the feeling of strange hands on her body, along with the aches and pains of her injuries.

  It was weird that not so long ago, she’d fantasized about Locke, and now, he seemed to be only one step better than Luther. There was no way he could be trusted. However, she was here and vulnerable, a not quite willing prisoner. Locke had promised a full explanation if she had a shower, ate a meal, and slept. She had agreed to a shower and maybe food, but definitely not a nap. Not here at least. She would nap in her own bed, thank you very much.

  Stepping under the warm spray, Tessa moaned at the hot water stinging her skin. The multiple jets surrounding her body overwhelmed it with a delicious pleasure-pain caress. The sudden sensation had
the effect of boosting her energy levels. She knew it was only temporary, but at least, it would give her the clarity to get the answers she needed and get out of here.

  Toiletries were neatly placed inside a small recess on her right. Again, the color scheme continued, the tiles a gleaming black. It wasn’t gloomy or depressing, instead, it showed power and control. Control. A word that fitted the man, as she saw more of his personal space.

  The only way she would get clean was with a good scrub, so Tessa examined the bottles and took the shampoo. The smell was very masculine. Immediately, her mind wandered to when she’d seen him at the hospital, then when he’d fastened her seatbelt earlier in his car. It smelled like him.

  As she mindlessly washed her hair and body, her touch softened, becoming less clinical, more sensual.

  Her logical mind tried to tell her she was stupid, but it was impossible to stop. It was an overflow of lust she had tried to push back mostly because work had taken priority, but right now, there was no other priority. It was as if she was down to the very basic of human needs. Tessa suspected it was the jumble of all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours that made her act this way. It was either fight it or rid it from her system. Again, logic determined her decision. As the final bubbles and suds slid down her body, her hands followed suit, cupping her breasts. She kept her hands light, her fingernails lightly scratching over the sensitized skin, slowly closing in on her areolas. Her thighs tightened, a throb increasing between her legs. There wasn’t a lot of time before Locke knocked on the door, so she followed the water down her belly and slid a finger between her folds.

  Muscles pulled in the shoulder that she’d fallen on earlier, making her groan in frustration as it limited her movements. Stopping now would do nothing to help her regain a clear mind. Desperation started to make its way into her mind when she noticed the hand-held showerhead.

  Grabbing it, she set it to the massage spray. Playing with the intensity over her thighs, Tessa adjusted it, and was unable to bite back a moan of pleasure when the hot spray hit her inflamed clit.

  Her world zeroed to between her legs as she moved the spray closer and closer. It wasn’t enough. Water couldn’t compete with her hands, and they were no match to the rough, demanding touch of a man. A contact she hadn’t had in so long.

  Pleasure was rising fast, but still, she needed more. Fumbling, she switched the setting to its maximum pulse, and slightly increased the water temperature. The sudden sting and burn made her jump before she finally settled into the hard caress. Her knees started to shake, and she let her body lean on the cold glass wall, allowing her to widen her stance even more, increasing the intensity.

  The orgasm she craved was but mere seconds away and as she crushed the shower head even harder against her mons, her breath shallow, ears buzzing with anticipation, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. A body clad in black. Sea-green eyes looked inside the shower just as pleasure crashed over her, making her scream.

  Tessa tipped, her body doubling over. She should have looked away, be ashamed of being caught like this, but she didn’t. Legs like noodles, she let the shower wand drop by her side, her body sliding down the glass wall until she sat on the shower floor. Steam billowed around them; him clad in black jeans and sweater, her dripping wet, skin flushed and naked in front of him.

  His face was impassible still, he looked like a marble statue, only the glimmer in his eyes telling her that she had a man made of flesh and blood standing above her.

  Her trembling body, in the aftershock of orgasm, silently begged him to shed his clothes. However, her brain was gearing up until he finally spoke.

  “I made us something to eat.”

  And he was gone.

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  The Inheritance Sneak Peek

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  Again, he posted himself before the wall of windows, clearly trying to shut her out.

  Another secret, another bit information she hadn’t known. She had to focus on the task at hand, on the reason why she had come here.

  “Mr. Langdon, I don’t know what happened between you and my uncle. I’m only here because of the possibility that I am within reach of this inheritance. I’ve always lived my life the way it suited me. It hasn’t been an easy road. Far, far from it. I feel that my goal, my dream is so near, I can almost taste it. All I need is a little breathing room. The money he promised if I succeed is more than I need. I can give you most of it.”

  “I don’t need money.”

  “Obviously not. And even if I preferred not needing it, life has decided otherwise. The wolf is at my door, and even if you don’t know me, I need you. I’ve sacrificed so much, and I’m so close. I’m sure you can understand. Please.”

  Lani suspected that her plea had been unheard as he stood as still as a statue.

  When he finally turned and looked at her, she saw him struggling, clearly undecided. “You don’t know what you are asking. What’s in that box…”

  She cut him off. “Can’t be that bad. I need to succeed. And I need to prove him wrong.” She wasn’t about to tell him that what was in the box wouldn’t be as bad as being hungry and cold as she had been so many times before when she’d first started. The artist’s life was a hellish one.

  For a long moment they stood facing one another until Langdon broke contact and headed once more to the kitchen.

  Without hesitation, he broke the seal from the box and opened it. Inside was a stack of letters, the first one addressed to Max Langdon.

  He took it and opened it, scanning its contents in silence. As he read, it was as if a mask was put in place over his handsome face. Winter had invaded his body and Lani almost took a step back when he locked his gaze with hers.

  “I think it’s a very bad idea. Doing this, and what I think are in those envelopes. I don’t know what Emile had in mind, but I suspect that you will not be the same once all the tasks are accomplished. That’s why I need a question answered, and I only want the truth. Why would you go through all this? For money?”

  Lani breathed deeply, searching for the right words. “Money is only a tool. I’m a painter, and that’s what I want to dedicate my life to. Working my way up is a struggle I’m willing to tackle, but money would buy me a bit more peace of mind. To be honest. If I have enough to rent a small studio and six months of living expenses, I would gladly give you the rest.”

  “How much do you get if you succeed?”

  “Ten million.”

  Langdon was clearly taking it in until he finally nodded. “You are not a greedy woman.”

  That made her smile. “Money won’t make me happy. My painting does. I’m sincere when I say you can have everything else. If you want me to sign something, I will.”

  Of course, she knew what to do with the extra money, but she was truthful in her admission. With six months of money, she could do miracles.

  Langdon exhaled and opened the box again, taking another envelope.

  Lani thought he would be able to hear her heart thudding in her chest it was beating so hard. It was happening, she had a chance at her dream, a solution to her problems.

  Reading in silence, the man before her finally put the papers on the counter before turning to her.

  “Shed your clothes. Now!”

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