Mister Bossy (Bad Boys in Love Book 4)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  I nod, unable to take my eyes off her. All day, I’ve been aching for her. Wanting to get my hands on her. Obsessing over the sweet taste of her mouth, her skin, her pussy. Replaying the way her tight, little opening throbbed greedily around my big, hard cock.

  I went for years without making love to a woman. But after one night with Jessa, I don’t think I’ll survive another hour without getting her on my dick again.

  Fuck—her pussy is the kingdom of heaven. And all I keep thinking is how much I can’t wait to get back in there.

  “I’d expected to leave the party earlier but things got a little out of hand.” She chuckles lightly as she stretches the paper plate to me. “I grabbed you guys some cupcakes.”

  I take one step closer, trapping my militant erection against her diaphragm. My fingers skim gently down the length of her bare arm. The hunger I feel for her swells up to charge the whole room. She can feel it. I see it in the way her pupils dilate when she tips her head back to look at me, I hear it in the shaky breaths that leave her parted lips.

  But as usual, she resorts to rambling. “It’s from the Broken Cupcake. Best bakery north of Chicago. It’s got truffles and chocolate shavings on the top but I can’t figure out if the filling is roasted hazelnut or coffee cream with—”

  My eyes don’t leave hers when I snatch the damn plate and drop it onto the counter. I lift her by the waist.

  She yips in surprise. On instinct her legs wrap around my back. “Eli, what are you doing?” she asks as I bury my face at her throat.

  “I’ve been going crazy all day thinking about you,” I confess. “You look delicious and I don’t need to eat the cupcakes to know you taste better than them.” I caress her neck with my lips and it’s terrifying how much I’ve missed this all day.

  She hums softly, going limp in my tight hold as my palms smooth down her exposed back to cup the gentle slope of her ass. God, I don’t want to let her go.

  Last night, when Jessa was in my arms, touching me, making me feel like a man for the first time in so long, I got a glimpse of what life could be like if she were mine. Dammit. That was a good feeling.

  And now I’m trying to remember why I convinced myself that I can’t make it work with her. I know that there are obstacles, but can’t we get around them? She’s such an amazing woman. One of a kind. I feel like she might be worth a try.

  “I…I thought we weren’t doing this again,” she breathes out. “I thought…I thought last night was a one-time thing. I didn’t think you’d want me again.”

  “What? Why would you think that?” I nip at her skin with my teeth. “Of course I want you. Again and again and again. Why do you think I’ve been sitting in the kitchen with you for hours every night for the past week?”

  She eases back, forcing me to meet her eyes. “I thought you just wanted cake,” she whispers cheekily.

  “I don’t want cake, baby. It was never about the cake. Or the cookies. Or the marshmallow eclairs…” We grin at each other. “It was always about you.” I venture to press my lips to hers for a slow kiss. “Don’t you want me, too?”

  An unreadable expression crosses her face and I hold my breath, waiting for her next words.

  I see the moment she surrenders. “Yes, I do.” She slips her hands beneath my shirt to smooth them up the planes of my chest. Her touch feels too good. “I want you, Eli. I need you. Give me what I need.”

  Our lips fuse together as I carry her down the hallway to the bedroom. I settle her on the dresser and hastily fumble around to lock the door.

  My movements stutter and I glance around the room seeking out any echoes of the miserable life I once shared here with my ex-wife. I don’t find anything.

  Without doing a single thing to the permanent aesthetics, Jessa has somehow managed to strip this bedroom of all the bad memories. She’s managed to transform it into a space fit for making fairytales. The fluttery curtains, the little twinkle lights, the scented candles. None of it is my style, but it sets the mood. It makes me want to make love to her all night long.

  Jessa grabs me by my belt loop and pulls me into her embrace. She’s got my cheeks clenched between her warm palms and she’s nibbling on my mouth like she never wants to stop.

  With my hands on her ass, I scoot her to the edge of the dresser. Spreading her legs wider, she presses her core against my hard-on and grinds on me. She locks her ankles around my back and she slowly rides the ridge of my erection. She gets busy, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it to the floor. The feeling of her soft palms running up my bare skin is incredible.

  “God, I love making out with you…” she moans on a quiet laugh.

  “I love making out with you, too.”

  Kissing Jessa is an experience. My whole body gets involved. My scalp prickles, my toes tingle, and every part in between roars to life, including my cock.

  Especially my cock.

  My lips roam down her throat as I yank one strap of her dress down her shoulder. Then I yank down her other strap. The green fabric swims around her waist. In a flash, her bra is on the floor and her tits are in my palms.

  “Also, I love getting you naked,” I announce.

  She feigns a gasp. “I love that, too! We have so much in common.”

  Lips slanting with a grin, I smack her hip. “Smartass.”

  She throws her head back and her low giggles fill the air. Taking advantage of the angle, I nibble a line across her collarbone as I finish freeing her of her dress. I step back, pull it down her thighs and let it drop to the floor. Now, she’s sitting on the dresser in nothing but her lacy panties and her gold strappy sandals.

  She’s a work of art.

  “Don’t move,” I tell her as I dig into my pocket for a condom. “I’m gonna fuck you right there.”

  I undo my pants and kick out of them. While I roll the latex on, Jessa slides her panties down her legs. Then, she’s busy stroking her nipples, playing with her pussy. The visual is driving me wild. I’m so anxious to jump in and join the fun.

  Approaching her, I drop a hand to the inside of her thigh. “Open up, baby.”

  With a soft glimmer in her eyes, she spreads wide for me and I step in between her legs. Lips sealed together in a dirty kiss, I guide my erection inside her. She shudders as my cock makes its grand entrance into her sweltering heat. I start thrusting and she grips onto my shoulders. Both her feet come up to the top of the dresser, her stiletto heels digging grooves into the wood. She’s all opened up for me and this angle is paradise.

  I’ve been depriving myself. Ever since the first night we kissed, I’ve been trying to make it without her. I was fighting a losing battle. And now that we’re together like this, I see it so clearly—there’s no winning for me unless I have her in my arms, in my bed, in my life.

  “You feel so good, Jessa.” I grip the back of the dresser and fuck her in hard, fast, merciless thrusts. Her pussy is so wet, splurting and throbbing on my cock.

  Eyes sealed shut, she clings to me. “I…I…Words…Don’t know…I don’t know words…”

  I can tell that she wants to shout. Hell—I want to shout, too. But as much as we want to let go, we need to practice restraint. We can’t be too loud tonight.

  Soon, the mirror is slamming into the wall and that’s not gonna work. The last thing I want is to wake up Callie or end up having to deal with a downpour of shattered glass in the middle of our orgasms. So, I lift her off the dresser. I continue to thrust into her as I carry her across the room.

  I pour her diagonally across the mattress and come down on top of her. Our bodies clash desperately in the dark. We share wet, eager kisses and our hands roam all over. Pulling hair. Scratching skin. Stroking zones tender and sensitive and electric all at once. It’s so messy. So primal.

  I roll onto my back and tug her on top of me. My fingers find her clit and she teases her own nipples. Eyes scrunched tight, lips moving wordlessly, she rides me to a body-shaking orgasm. With that long hair draping down to her waist and th
ose full lips, ripe and open, she looks like a fucking mermaid. Washed in pleasure and moonlight as I hold her hips steady and I thrust up into her until my own orgasm detonates mere seconds later.

  When it’s all over, she collapses against my chest, her hair spreading across her back like a dark blanket. She’s dazed and whispering incoherent words into my neck. With a light touch, I stroke up and down her spine.

  I should probably keep my mouth shut but I can’t help the words pouring out of me. “I missed being with you like this.”

  She holds me tighter. “Then don’t leave. Stay with me. Please.”

  I know that I should get up and leave, go off in search of sleep on my lumpy couch in the basement. But I don’t want to. Not tonight.

  “I’ll stay…”

  Most men probably take this for granted. But I appreciate it all. The soft pillows, the soft sheets, the soft woman curled between my arms.

  I want to hold her all night and feel her deep fluttery breaths against my chest as I dream about her and she dreams about me. So that’s exactly what I do.

  Dammit. I’m falling for her.

  41

  Jessa

  I roll over at the crack of dawn and find myself cuddled in the strong, capable arms of a beautiful man. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up so happy. His pulse is slow and steady, in perfect contrast to mine. My heart flips then flops then wobbles as I watch him here.

  He spent the night! He spent the night! He spent the night!

  He spent the night with me instead of going back to his couch in the basement. I’d fully expected him to creep out after I fell asleep and leave me to wake up alone. But he’s here and I’m so happy I don’t know what to do with myself.

  Although I wish I could stay here all morning and stare at his handsome face, I have to get out of bed. Callie will be up soon, full of energy and ready to chatter as always. I’d better go get breakfast started.

  I pull on my sleep shorts with my big, comfy college sweatshirt and some leggings. Then, I sneak into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash off yesterday’s makeup (hello, racoon eyes!) and pull my hair into a quick ponytail. Not much time to make myself pretty but I manage to swipe on some lipgloss.

  I’m popping the frozen waffles into the toaster when I feel a pair of large palms clench me by the waist. Soft lips and delicious scruff touch my neck. I’m melting like butter in Eli’s hands.

  “Good morning,” he whispers as he moves my hair off my shoulder. Then his lips are drawing a trail across my sensitive skin.

  I spin around in his hold and drape my arms around his neck. “Good morning.” He flexes his hips and his erection announces its presence. Rather aggressively. “Ooh, good morning.” I growl, my lips against his as I stroke a hand down his eager shaft.

  “Why’d you get out of bed?” He rubs the tip of his nose up and down the length of my neck and I feel like I’m going crazy. “My cock was looking forward to getting to say hello.”

  I giggle. “Callie’s gonna be up soon. I wanted to get breakfast started.” I run my palms over his shoulders and down his arms. Even through his thin T-shirt, I can feel the warmth of his skin and his bulging muscles.

  “Let me help,” he says, stepping away from me and glancing at the ingredients spread out on the counter.

  I instruct him to make the oatmeal while I get started on some scrambled eggs and bacon. We dance around each other in the kitchen, whispering and snickering and flirting with each other.

  When he can’t stand the sexual tension anymore, Eli wraps his arms around my waist and draws me close to him. “I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he says in a growl.

  I run my fingers up the back of his neck into his hair. “What was your favorite part?”

  He brings his lips to my ear. “The dresser…My cock was so deep inside you, I was half-scared he would get lost and I’d never see the one-eyed bastard again.”

  I throw my head back and cackle. It’s a really unflattering sound. And loud. So I try to bury the cackles with my palm.

  He aims his perfect grin at me. “What was your favorite part?”

  “I’m gonna sound really corny and girlie and lame if I admit it,” I confess.

  “Spill it,” Eli demands.

  “Uh…no,” I say with hesitation.

  “Jessa, spill it.” He tickles my ribs. “Go ahead. I want to hear it.”

  Giggling and squirming and batting at his hands, I let it come tumbling out. “My favorite part was falling asleep next to you.”

  Eli stills. He stares right into my soul. I have no frigging clue what he’s thinking and now I’m anxious at having shown all my cards.

  But then his lips come to mine. He kisses me slowly, and I’m thinking that maybe he feels what I feel. At least a little bit.

  He pulls back smiling and brushes strands of hair from my cheek.

  “What…?” I ask quietly as he stares softly at my face.

  “You’re just gorgeous…”

  I lift a brow. “Even in my ratty sweatshirt and falling-apart ponytail?”

  He lifts my chin. “All the fucking time, Firefly. All the fucking time.”

  Our lips meet and we pour ourselves into the kiss. I’m not sure my body can handle all this happiness I’m feeling.

  A little voice tears me back into reality. “Jessa?” Tiny footsteps approach from down the hallway.

  At the sound of Callie’s voice, Eli and I jump apart.

  The little girl emerges into the kitchen. We both turn to face her, tense at almost getting caught. But Callie doesn’t seem to notice that anything is amiss. Messy hair and bright smile, she addresses us. “Good morning,” she says in her little voice.

  Eli greets his daughter with a guilty smile and sweeps her up into his arms. “Hey Cal. Did you sleep well?”

  She excitedly begins rambling about the dream she had last night. It sounds like a mashup of some movies we watched on the Disney channel a few weeks ago.

  The three of us sit at the table and dive into breakfast. Callie chatters nonstop while Eli sends me flirty glances and plays footsies with me under the table. I’m so giddy with them, so happy when it’s just the three of us. How could Gabby ever choose a life of yoga and tight spandex and lip fillers over this? Her loss. She’s a damn fool.

  After breakfast, he gets some crayons and coloring books set up for his daughter in the living room. Then, he returns to help me clean up the kitchen. This entails him spanking my ass and playfully biting my neck every thirty seconds.

  I’m loving the attention. Every second of it. I’m totally into the spanking. Lordie. I can’t count how many hours I’ve spent imagining being like this with him. Still, I scold him quietly. “Stop it! Callie could walk in on us.”

  “You’re right,” he says earnestly. “Clearly, I’m not thinking straight.” And within thirty seconds, his hand is on my butt again. It’s like he can’t help himself.

  “Eli!” I hiss through a laugh.

  “Sorry.” He grins sheepishly. “I love your ass. What can I say?”

  He loves my ass? Mine? Really?

  Feeling aroused and desirable and a little breathless, I giggle. “Don’t you have anything better to do with your day?”

  The man shakes his head unapologetically. “Not really. I’m miserably unemployed.”

  My brow creases with worry when he says that but I hold my tongue.

  He reads my face and I get a feeling he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “What?” he asks challengingly, his defences up.

  “Maybe…Maybe you should reconsider Cannon’s offer, take a job at Kingston Realties,” I dare to say. “Or you could go help Walker on the farm.” I add quickly. “Or Mr. Kingston might need a hand with something at the guesthouse. Or Jude is doing physiotherapy and training sessions and he could always use a workout buddy.”

  I’m being bossy, I know it. I’m sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong and I fully expect Eli to blow up at me. But he doesn’t get angry like
I feared he would. Instead, he kisses me softly on the forehead. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got other ideas to fill my day.”

  He turns out of the room and I finish loading the dishwasher, Eli’s situation on my mind the whole time. He’s been out of jail for almost two months now. He must be going out of his mind with nothing to do all day. I just wish he’d swallow his pride and go back to work.

  But about fifteen minutes later, he comes up from the basement, freshly showered and dressed casually in a plain white T-shirt and jeans. He’s settling a baseball cap backward on his head.

  Be still, my flooded panties.

  Grinning at my appreciative expression, he glances in Callie’s direction before surreptitiously stealing a taste of my lips.

  “Where are you going?” I call out after him.

  “See you at dinner time.” He grins slyly and instantly, I know something is up.

  “Wait!” I yelp, feeling baffled and confused.

  He doesn’t listen. Instead, he drops a kiss in his daughter’s hair and heads for the exit.

  “Well, at least remember to pick up cookies on the way home,” I call out after the closing door.

  42

  Eli

  You think you’ll manage to get a few nails into that ceiling any time soon? Or you just gonna stand at the top of that ladder grinning at the nail gun all day?”

  I swing my attention to where Douglas Robson is on his own ladder beside me. I silently wonder if he’d be smirking so hard if he knew I spent the past week defiling his youngest daughter on every surface of her bedroom. Horizontal, vertical and diagonal. If he knew that I think she’s the most beautiful, troublesome, irresistible woman on the planet. If he knew that I’ve dragged her into my messy, complicated, fucked-up world and that I plan on keeping her there.

  I’m supposed to be hard at work, helping him get one step closer to finishing these endless renovations, so he can open up shop. I’m securing sheetrock to the ceiling frame, while Mr. Robson holds it in place above his head. We’ve been at it so long, necks craned upward in the awkward as fuck position that I can’t even feel my arms.