Gypsy Soul: A Bad Boy Protector Romance (Lost Boys Book 3)

by Janice M. Whiteaker

  “You’ll figure it out.” I help her push the jeans past my hips. The object of her uncertainty immediately bobs free, straining for her attention. “It only looks scary.”

  Felicity is staring right at my dick. It could be an awkward moment.

  It’s not.

  Because it means she’s comfortable enough with me not to hide her curiosity.

  “I don’t think scary is the word I would use.” Her head tips to one side. “Intimidating is a better descriptor.” Her eyes flick to mine before dropping back down. “Can I touch you?”

  “I would appreciate it if you did.”

  Her grip is tentative and gentle, the smooth skin of her palm barely grazing over my cock as she steps closer. I wrap my hand around hers, fisting her fingers tight around me. “You won’t hurt me, Beanie.”

  Her eyes widen as she moves with me, stroking my cock in long, slow glides. “Oh. That’s different.” I move my hand from hers, letting her take over, watching her as she changes her grip and her pace.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I push her hair from her face, trying to distract myself from the perfectly tight squeeze of her hand. When she runs the pad of her thumb over the tip of my dick, sliding through the precum collecting there, I can’t swallow down the groan that drags through my chest.

  “You liked that.” She strokes me two more times before repeating the move that might threaten to undo me.

  I try to catch her hand but Felicity snatches it from me, bringing her thumb to her lips and sliding it into her mouth.

  Fuck me.

  I believed I could handle anything she could dish out. That I was strong enough to have a woman like her. Keep her safe without smothering the strength she possesses.

  But this. This might be more than I can take.

  Her thumb slides free, dragging over her lower lips as it does. “I like how you taste, Gypsy.” She reaches for me again and God help me it takes everything I have to step back.

  “We need to pace ourselves.”

  Felicity shakes her head. “No.” She follows me across the room. “I want you, Gypsy.”

  I’ve waited a long fucking time to hear her say those words.

  I stop backing away. Let her catch me.

  If this is how she wants it to go then I won’t deny her.

  I grab her as she falls against me, hands in my hair, mouth already on my skin. I tilt her face toward mine. “This is it, Felicity. There’s no going back after tonight.”

  She doesn’t slow down. “I don’t want to go back. I didn’t like it there.” Her lips are on my neck. “I like it here. With you.” Her tongue slides over the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, hot and wet. “I want to be with you.”

  “You are with me, Felicity.”

  “Not with you. With you.”

  “It’s still true. You are with me.”

  She huffs out an irritated breath. “I want to be with you.”

  I wrap one arm around her waist and press the other into the center of her chest, pushing her back hard and fast until she crashes down onto the bed, taking me with her. I hover over her, my eyes lined up with hers.

  “You are mine, Felicity. Always have been.” I let my fingers move down her body. “Always will be.”

  “Always?”

  The fear in her voice causes me actual fucking pain. Knowing I can’t simply wipe it away. “Always.”

  She stares up at me and barely nods.

  I want to swear to her that it’s the truth. It is.

  I want to promise her everything she wants.

  Because I will give it to her.

  I want to fuck her deep enough she can feel what I feel. See what I see.

  Know what I know.

  But that’s impossible.

  I’m going to try anyway.

  I push up her shirt, sliding down to kiss my way along every inch of her I lay bare. The smooth skin of her belly. The barely-there valley between her delicate breasts. The strong line of her collarbone. The warm column of her neck. Every bit of her is fucking perfect.

  And mine.

  I shove down her jeans, promising myself next time I will appreciate her legs. The dip of her navel. The jut of her hips.

  But this time I can’t. This time all that matters is making her mine in every way.

  When she’s bare I lay my naked body on hers, closing my eyes against the feel of her long and lean and warm under me. “Beanie.”

  Felicity’s hands press against my cheeks. When I open my eyes she’s watching me. “I have to ask you a question.”

  I nod.

  “Why did you tell my dad your name?” She tries not to show it, but I hear the hurt hiding in the question.

  I should have told her first. Should have given that to her.

  “Because he’s the man who’s taken care of you all these years. I want him to trust me to do that. No one trusts a guy named Gypsy.”

  Her expression barely softens. “I do.”

  I let out the breath I was holding. “Fuck you’re perfect. You know that?”

  Felicity gives me a soft smile. “You’re the only man who thinks so.”

  “Thank God for that.” I shift my hips, easing between her thighs. “I’m not sure how well I would handle having to compete for your attention.”

  She gasps a little when my cock pushes against her. “You would win.”

  “I would be the only one standing.” I lean in, giving her just a little of me. “I’d take them down one by one, Felicity. Don’t doubt that for a minute. I will end anyone who tries to take you from me.”

  One hand reaches out to press into my chest, stopping me from going any deeper. “I’m not on anything.”

  “I didn’t spend two hours hunting down my records this afternoon not to feel you against me, Felicity.” I fight the pressure of her hand, working myself in a little more.

  “But I could—”

  “Get pregnant.” I lean down to cover her mouth with mine. Her hand falls from between us and I seat myself fully. “Would that be the worst thing that could happen?”

  “Well.” Felicity chews her lip.

  I hold completely still, waiting for her decision. That’s what this is.

  What I want doesn’t matter. Might even scare the shit out of her if she knew the full extent of what I want.

  That I would be the farthest thing from upset if she got pregnant tonight.

  “What about King?”

  Fuck.

  My forehead drops to hers. “Goddammit.”

  I slide my body free of hers and climb off the bed.

  Felicity sits up. “Where are you going?”

  I dig through the side pocket of my bag and pull out a condom, tearing it open as I walk back toward the bed. I roll it on as I climb over her. “Get your ducks in a row, Beanie. Because as soon as King is done I want babies.”

  “What?” She scoots away from me a little, mouth barely hanging open.

  “Babies. I want them.” It’s a desire I’ve never voiced. Never shared with anyone. It was too important. Too emotional of a need.

  “Babies?” She drags the s out with a squeak.

  “Plural.” I grab her and hold on as I find my way back where I belong. “And I want to be able to call you wife.”

  “You want to get—”

  I think Felicity might be hyperventilating. She sure as hell is in shock.

  Good thing I have the opportunity to distract her for a minute.

  Hopefully two.

  Three if she’s lucky.

  “Not want to.” I slide back into her in one slow glide. “Will.”

  I don’t give her time to dwell on it. Right now the last thing I want her doing is thinking.

  I want her feeling.

  The pace I set is more about me than it is about her. I can only handle so much right now, and I’ve got to work with what I’ve got. Figure out how to give Felicity what she needs to come, along with the time to make it happen.

  Sex
isn’t a race. Not supposed to be any way.

  Tonight it is. One I don’t want to win.

  “Can I be honest with you, Beanie?” I reach between us to find her clit with the pad of my thumb and start circling.

  Her hands squeeze at my shoulders. “Can we talk about this later? I’m busy.”

  “It’s about that.” I lean down to pull one of her dark nipples into my mouth, teasing the wide tip with my tongue until she’s grinding against my thumb. “I need you to focus on coming because I’m not sure how long I can make this last.”

  Her eyes open, all stormy blue and wide pupils. “Why?”

  “I’ve waited a long time for this, Beanie.” I pick up my speed and lean in, replacing my thumb with the rub of my pelvis against hers. “And I might have thought about it a little too much.”

  “You thought about fucking me?” Her voice is low. Breathless.

  “All day, every fucking day.” I put a little more into where my body rubs her clit.

  Felicity’s eyes fall shut for a second and her shoulders press back. “That feels so good.”

  Thank God.

  Her eyes open. “Did you ever...”

  I drop down to my forearms so I can move my hips without losing contact on the spot that’s going to save me. “Are you asking if I ever jacked-off thinking about you?”

  Her teeth sink down on her lower lip as she nods, a pink flush spreading over her skin.

  “Do you like thinking of me like that? Stroking my dick while I imagine pushing it inside you?”

  “Oh.” The flush goes deeper and I’m pretty sure it’s not from embarrassment.

  I lean in closer, giving her all I can. “I fucked my hand every day wishing it was you, Felicity. Pretended I was filling you with my cum. Pretended it was your pussy milking me dry.”

  “Oh God.” Her thighs clamp around my hips as her cunt clenches tight around me as she starts to come undone. “Gypsy. Don’t stop.”

  “No stopping.” I fight for a few more seconds. It takes everything I have to make it until her orgasm starts to taper off.

  Then I’m coming. Harder and louder than I ever have. Nothing else matters. Nothing else is even there anymore.

  Just Felicity. She’s all there is.

  Her arms are around me, holding on tight. Keeping me close.

  I fall into her, barely able to hold my weight as I try to stop the spinning in my head, pressing kisses against her neck. Over her cheeks. Her forehead and eyes. “I’m sorry that wasn’t...”

  I should have done more. Should have spent more time touching. Tasting.

  I sure as hell shouldn’t have had to work so hard not to shoot off like a fucking fifteen-year-old boy.

  Felicity is staring at me when I finally manage to raise up. “Are you about to apologize for that?”

  “I am.”

  Her brows lift.

  “It wasn’t supposed to be like that.”

  One brow drops. “What was it supposed to be like?”

  “Better.”

  “Uh.” Felicity looks from one side to the other. “You can do better than that?”

  “Definitely.”

  She frowns.

  I lean in close, pushing the hair off her face. “What’s wrong?”

  “We could have been doing this weeks ago.”

  “Beanie, I would have done this the first night I met you.”

  Her frown softens, twisting into a small smile. “Could you tell I knew how to ride a bike?”

  It was the only reason I was surprised when Cook called with the news that Felicity was following him, riding a bike like a bat out of hell. “I could not.”

  Her smile widens. “Good. I was trying to make it seem like I couldn’t.”

  It’s the perfect lead up to one of the many questions I have. “Why would you do that?”

  One shoulder lifts and drops. “Men never liked me here. They treated me like I was one of them. None of them saw me as a girl. Not ever.” Her eyes drop, lashes lowering. “I wanted you to see me as a girl.”

  “I know this might work against me, but I have to tell you the truth.” I kiss her. The leisurely kind of kiss reserved for moments like this. When two people are as connected physically as they are emotionally. “I don’t think the issue was ever you, Felicity.”

  She snorts. “Pretty sure it was.”

  “I think you were going after men too weak to handle what you are.” I ease away, climbing off the bed before making my way to the bathroom where I chuck the spent condom.

  Then I grab another on my way back to the bed.

  She watches every move I make. Studying me the way I’ve studied her. “What am I, Gypsy?”

  I smile. “That’s a conversation that could take all night.”

  “Give me the condensed version.”

  I crawl over her on the bed. “You’re headstrong.” I press a kiss to her temple. “You’re opinionated.” I kiss the spot just below her ear, lowering my voice as I continue. “You’re beautiful.” I lick a line down the side of her neck. “You’re smart as hell.” I find the tip of one breast and pull it into my mouth, sucking at the button of her nipple for a second before continuing. “You’re fearless.”

  “That’s not true.” The regret in her voice is clear. No hiding from me this time.

  I lean up so she can see my eyes. “Everyone is scared sometimes, Beanie.” I reach up to cradle her face in my palm. “Being fearless means you face down what scares you anyway.” I brush my fingers over her lips. “Like you’re doing now.”

  “I was never scared of a man before you.” The admission hits me hard and deep. Even before she explains.

  Because I already know the truth.

  “I think I knew you were different from the beginning. That you could break me.” Her tone is soft. The sweet sound of her voice as much a gift as the honesty she’s giving me. “No one else could have. Just you.” Her fingers trail over my skin, eyes following the path as she keeps talking. Keeps giving me more of herself. “I didn’t care when they left. Not really. It hurt my pride a little, but never my heart.” Her eyes lift to mine. “I cared when you left.”

  “I didn’t leave you, Beanie.” I can’t stand her thinking that’s what happened. It wasn’t. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

  She nods. “I know that now, but then it was what I knew would happen all along crashing down around me.”

  “And you came after me. Faced it down.” I lace my fingers with hers, lifting our joined hands over her head, pressing them into the pillows. “Fearless.”

  “You see me as better than I am.”

  “Not true. Ask anyone who really knows you, Felicity. They will say exactly what I do.”

  “What about you?” She hesitates for just a second. “What would the people who know you say?”

  “You tell me.”

  It’s not a test. I swear it’s not.

  Maybe it is a little.

  Felicity doesn’t seem to mind. “You are the single most patient person I’ve ever met.”

  “You haven’t met many people then.”

  “I have, and none of them would have put up with my shit the way you did.” She squeezes my hands with hers. “You also put everyone before yourself.”

  “Not everyone.”

  “You can’t seem to take a compliment.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”

  “Now you’re just being ri—”

  One dark brow lifts.

  I take a breath and force out the words I know I need to give her. “Thank you.”

  Felicity smiles. “You’re welcome.” One hand slides free of mine and strokes down the center of my chest.

  “Now. I would like to hear more about what you did alone in my shower.”

  15

  “I want to go home.”

  Gypsy barely stirs behind me.

  I know he’s awake.

  “Where’s that?�
� His voice is rough from sleep, and I can’t help how much I like it being the first thing I hear this morning.

  “Back to Memphis.” I’m not sure what his plan is, but I can’t imagine it was staying here until King ends up back in jail.

  Or dead.

  “Okay.”

  That was easy. “Really?”

  “Really.” His body scoots closer to mine, warm and strong against my back. “How long did you ask to be off for work?”

  “I’m not technically off. Just out of the office.” I peek over my shoulder at him. “How long did you take off work?”

  Gypsy shrugs. “I just said I’d come back when I could.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder.

  “Why can we go back already?” I expected him to want to stay at least a week. Long enough maybe King would lose a little interest in me and move on.

  My stomach twists at the realization that King moving on means someone else being in his line of sight. Most likely someone I care about.

  Even if they don’t care about me.

  “Do you trust me?”

  The absurdity of the question pulls my mind from the dark thoughts trying to take hold. “What? Of course I trust you.”

  “That’s why we can go back.”

  “You think it will be safe?”

  “I do now.” Gypsy scoots away, but before I can miss the feel of him, he rolls me to my back so we’re face to face. “Before you didn’t believe what I told you. Didn’t think I meant what I said.” He pushes the hair from my face with the softest touch I’ve ever felt. “You didn’t trust me.”

  “It wasn’t that.”

  I can’t let him think any of the fault here lies with him. It doesn’t. “I didn’t trust myself.”

  “But now you do?”

  That’s a complicated answer. “No.”

  I still don’t know that I’ve learned all I should. I still think I will tend to be pushy and overbearing and bossy.

  But I’m learning to be better. Calmer.

  Because of Gypsy.

  “But I trust you enough that it doesn’t matter.”

  The softness in his gaze sharpens to an intensity I only see when he looks at me. “Beanie,” his cock is hard and heavy against my belly, “you are going to make it fucking impossible to wait for what I want.” His mouth is on mine, hungry and hot and a little desperate.