Vanished: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Autumn Avery

  A low growl comes from deep within his chest, and he grips both of my ankles firmly and pushes my legs back so my knees are touching my shoulders.

  “Oh, that’s deep!” I shout in a whisper as he shifts, entering me at a new angle. He moves my legs so my ankles are on either side of his neck. Both of his hands slide up my waist and grip my breasts firmly. I can feel his sweat drip onto my chest, and I grip his muscled shoulders. They feel rock hard beneath my fingers.

  As he starts to thrust, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to take it. My body jerks back involuntarily and my hands press against his thighs.

  There’s no way I can handle this, I think, on the verge of pulling back. But as though he can hear my thoughts, Joey looks down at me and says, “You can take it. Just breath deep.”

  I look up at him as he pulls slightly out, half of him inside me. I do as he says and take a big breath, relaxing the muscles in my stomach and pelvis, focusing on feeling how big he is inside me and not being afraid. He reads me perfectly and knows it’s time to thrust again, and this time when he fills me up I can take it. It’s still overwhelming, and I close my eyes and roll my head back, lost in the sensations of his body.

  It’s impossible for sex to be this amazing, I think as Joey fucks me. I can feel my pussy lips gripping and pulling on his shaft as he moves in and out of me. I can’t do anything but take it. The way he has me on the couch makes it impossible for me to move, but I like that. He’s one hundred percent in control.

  I feel his lips on the skin of my calf and look up to see him kissing up my ankle. It’s like he loves every part of me and wants it all. He even kisses my foot before he wraps my legs even tighter around his neck. His thrusts grow faster and stronger, so impossibly deep that I have to force myself to relax and take it.

  His hands move down to my thighs and grip my ass and lower back as he fucks me. He pulls his cock almost all of the way out of me, leaving just the tip in. I wait for him to push back in, but he doesn’t. I open my eyes and look up to see him smiling down at me, a devilish grin on his lips.

  I grab his thighs and pull, urging him back inside me, but he resists, just holding his cock barely inside me, teasing me.

  “You asshole,” I whisper through a smile, pulling on his legs. But he holds back, delighting in torturing me. “Stop it, Joey! Fuck me!” I beg him. His smile grows, and he moves his hips in a circle, teasing me even more with the tip of his cock.

  “Joey!” I shout, slapping him on the thigh. “Come on! Would you just—“

  The words are ripped right out of my mouth as he slams the entire length of his cock inside me in one strong thrust.

  “Fuck!” I shout as all the air escapes my lungs.

  “Like that?” he says with pride.

  “You asshole,” I giggle, taking a deep breath as he starts to fuck me again. With each thrust, our legs wetly slap together. Either sweat or my wetness, it doesn’t matter. We’re a hot mess, and it’s incredible.

  As I cum again I reach out and grab his neck and pull his lips to mine. I can’t even kiss him it feels so good, but I just hold his mouth to mine as I let out a silent scream. My pussy clenches down so tightly that I feel him slip out of me.

  “Oh, shit,” he says, and I feel him lean back. The next thing I know I feel hot shots of his cum spray up onto my tits and stomach.

  “Oh!” I cry out with delighted surprise, and look down to see him jerking his cock as he shoots all over me. He cums like a fountain, completely coating my stomach, and just when I think he’s done, his cock twitches one more time and he shoots all the way up my body and hits me on the neck, right below the chin.

  I look down at my body, at the mess he’s made of me, then up at him in awe. Our eyes meet and we both burst into laughter.

  “Wow! You’re like a baby making machine, huh?”

  He shrugs, putting a hand on his abs as he laughs, “Never heard that one before.”

  “Well I mean, look at this!” I say, waving my hand at the sticky white mess coating my torso.

  “What can I say? You turn me on.”

  I lie there for a minute, or minutes, I can’t tell. Not wanting to move. Not wanting to do anything other than be there with him. I feel like the insanity of the last few days has finally come to a resolution, and I realize just how tense I’ve been up until now. It’s like all the stress from the last few days starts to wash out of me as Joey strokes my hair with his fingertips.

  Finally, I let out a deep sigh.

  “Can we take a shower? I’m starting to get…sticky.”

  Joey bursts out laughing and stands up. “Yeah, let’s.”

  Being in the shower with him feels so amazing. The warm water beating down on both of our bodies and the soft sound of the spray against our skin. We wash each other, and it feels so intimate—somehow even more intimate than what we just did together. I don’t know quite how to explain it, but as I run my hands across his soapy chest, I really feel like I am his and he is mine.

  “I like showering with you,” I say with a whisper, leaning my head onto his chest. His muscles are so hard, but my head fits perfectly right below his shoulder. I’m careful not to brush his wound. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel the soft scruff from his chin brush against my face.

  “I like doing everything with you,” he says back, completely making me melt. I giggle, feeling like we’re back in high school.

  “What a charmer.”

  Joey laughs.

  We finish our shower and dry off. I make tea and we curl up on the couch together. We don’t speak for a long time. We lie there, just simply being together, but after a while, my mind starts to race again. I hear Joey’s breathing slow, threatening to fall asleep. I don’t to ruin the moment. Everything is going so well. But I also can’t be stupid.

  “Joey,” I say cautiously. His response is barely audible.

  “Mmhmmm.”

  “Uhm…so the Black Dogs…” I can hear the sharp intake of his breath behind me as I speak. “Are they…are they going to come after you? Come after us?”

  It might be my imagination, but I think I feel his heartbeat increase, thumping harder against the side of my head. His body tenses up, and I start to regret my decision.

  What am I doing? Everything is going so well, why am I screwing it up?

  But I know the answer. I have to know. I can’t go on living in the dark. Joey doesn’t speak. I sit up and turn to face him. He knows from my expression that I’m serious. It takes him a moment to speak.

  “No, Mia,” he finally says. “We’re safe now.”

  “But…how can you know that?”

  He sighs. I must be irritating him. I want to just tell him to never mind and that I trust him, but I can’t. Besides, I’d never hear the end of it from Cassidy if I didn’t make him give me an explanation.

  “The other night at the hangar. I called the police.”

  “What? You called them?”

  “That’s right,” he says. “It’s the only reason they didn’t come for me at the hospital. I knew it was the only way to keep you safe—keep us safe for the future. I knew the warehouse would be hot and the cops would have everything they’d need to make a case. So I made them a deal. I give them the Black Dogs, they give me a pass. And they took it.”

  My whole body relaxes, and I feel my lips purse into a smile. I lean forward and kiss him and press my forehead against his.

  “There’s no way I will ever let anyone hurt you, Mia.”

  “I know.”

  “I love you,” he says, kissing me gently.

  “I love you too.”

  It feels so good to say. I have to say it again. “I love you too.”

  “You already said that,” he laughs.

  “I know,” I giggle. “But I like saying it.”

  “Well that’s okay, because I like hearing it.”

  He kisses me again, then slides out from underneath me and stands.

  “Is my jacket around here
somewhere?”

  “It should be hanging over there by the door,” I say, pointing. He finds it and rummages around in the pocket.

  “Are you missing something?” I ask. He looks at me, and a look I’ve never seen before comes over him. He retrieves something from his coat and hides it behind his back as he makes his way back over to me. Whatever is happening is making me nervous, and my heart starts to flutter as he stands before me.

  “Mia,” he says. “These last few days, as insane as they have been, have been the best days I’ve had in the last six years. Because they were with you.”

  My heart almost explodes as Joey gets down on one knee before me. I slap both my hands over my mouth as I feel the tears well up in my eyes. He has one hand on his stomach, obviously in pain still as he looks at me with such intensity that I feel completely naked.

  “And I know that I hurt you. I tried to do things right, and I know I didn’t always, but I will always try. Not matter what happens I will always try my hardest to do the best for you, and make sure you’re safe no matter what, and that you know I love you and I will do anything and everything in the world for you.”

  He pulls his hand from behind his back, and I see he’s holding a small dark blue ring box. I’m two seconds away from bursting into tears and melting into a blubbery mess at his feet. I can’t speak. I can’t move. My eyes must be as wide as dinner plates as he opens it before me. And I see it.

  The ring from Paris.

  I can’t believe it. I look at him with so much shock that he actually laughs.

  “But, h-how?!” I blurt out, almost shouting I’m so blown away.

  “I went back after you got on the plane. I knew I had to get it for you.”

  He pulls it from the soft black felt inside the case and holds it out before me.

  “Mia Hayward. Would you make me the luckiest, undeserving idiot of all time and marry me?”

  “Yes!” I almost scream, tossing my arms around him and hugging him as tightly as I can.

  “Easy, easy,” he laughs, trying to pry himself a little room in my vice like grip. When I finally am able to let go, I see him take my hand and slide the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly. Of course it does. I don’t even know how he got my ring size, but he did.

  “I never want to be away from you again, Mia.”

  I burst into tears and hug him. I hold him for what seems like an eternity before finally pulling back slightly and pressing my head against his. I breathe him in deeply, smelling the scent of my man. I look down at the ring on my finger. Now everyone will know I’m his girl.

  “Joey,” I stammer. “You never are going to leave me again, are you? I just don’t think I could take being away from you again like that. I—I’d—“

  His hand covers mine and squeezes firmly.

  “No, Mia. I’ll never leave you.”

  I kiss him deeply, and I feel my arousal for him again. Is it possible to be this turned on by one man for the rest of my life?

  As soon as I ask myself the question and feel his hands on my waist, I know the answer.

  Yes. Yes, it is.

  “Joey,” I say softly into his ear, breathing him in deeply. “I’m your fiancé now. Don’t you think we should…celebrate?”

  I hear his gentle laugh in my ear as his hands strip my shirt easily off my head. Before I know it he has me on my back on the couch and is kissing me all over. Hungrily, but gently. He knows just how to apply the right kind of touch to drive me wild.

  His pants slide off easily, and I feel he’s already hard for me. I twist my ring on my finger, and use the other hand to guide him into me. The sensation floods through me as he enters, and I gasp, clutching his shoulders and neck with my arms.

  “You feel so good,” he says as he starts to thrust.

  This is the man I will make love to for the rest of my life.

  The thought of this turns me on more than anything physical he could ever do, and I give myself over to him, letting him take complete control of me. I feel his groans through his chest against my breasts, and his heartbeat through my skin. It’s like we’re one together.

  He pulls his face from my neck and stares intently into my eyes, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. I feel the sensation rising within me as he slides in and out. My legs wrap around him, and we cum together, the perfect extra topping to the most amazing engagement.

  Nothing insane. No crazy frills. Just Joey and me, my Paris ring, and sharing our love together.

  Chapter 11

  “I just can’t believe it,” my mom says as we have coffee at the kitchen table. “I mean, I really can’t believe it.”

  She looks stunned and is still processing the long, detailed recounting of the events of the last few days.

  “I mean, I don’t know whether I’m more upset that you were shot at or more surprised about Joey showing up after all this time.”

  “I know. Me either,” I joke, taking a sip of my coffee and almost burning the tip of my tongue.

  “I can’t believe that ring!” she says, grabbing my hand for about the fifth time since I came over. “And from Paris! How fancy!”

  “Stop it, Mom,” I say, pretending to be embarrassed.

  “Is that where you’re going to have the wedding?” she says loudly, loud enough so that Joey can hear her from where he’s waiting in the living room. I see him poke his head into view through the doorway and smile.

  “If she likes,” he says, making my mom happy.

  “Now don’t go vanishing again on us, you hear?”

  “I won’t,” Joey replies. “I’m not going anywhere without her.”

  My mom turns back to me and smiles at me as she takes another sip from her coffee. “This is quite the story, Mia. I think I’m going to need a couple of days for it to sink in.”

  “I think I might too,” I joke.

  I set my cup down and lean across the table and give my mom a hug.

  “We should get going,” I tell her. “But we could see you for dinner later?”

  “That would be nice,” she says, standing up with me and walking with me to the door.

  “Now you take good care of her,” my mom tells Joey with a stern little wave of the finger.

  “Oh, he will,” I assure her. I give her another hug and we step outside.

  Joey’s car is waiting for us, and we climb in.

  “She’s just like I remember her,” he says as he starts the car.

  “You barely knew her!”

  “Yeah, but she always seemed so nice. You can tell she really cares about you.”

  Joey turns off my street and heads for the highway. It’s only a short drive to his exit, and we end up driving out into what seems like the middle of nowhere.

  “You sure you know where you’re going?” I tease him. But he only smiles. Finally, we reach a white stone drive flanked by two pillars and a gate. Joey thumbs a button under the dash of his car and the gate swings open. My window rolls down, and I’m instantly aware of the smells of freshly cut grass, crisp clean air, and flowers.

  The car rounds a bend and I see Joey’s house.

  I say house, because it’s more like a manor. Something like one of those estates out of Pride and Prejudice or something. I can feel Joey’s eyes on me, smiling as I take it all in.

  It’s almost too much. Enormous landscaped lawns stretch out before the sprawling stone building that looks like it could house a museum and probably does. Perfectly cut deep green bushes flank either side of the long driveway leading up to a circular fountain at the middle of the cul-de-sac just before the front door.

  As the car rolls to a stop I just turn to Joey and look at him, unable to believe it. He just smiles and steps out. I open my door, and feel the soft country air wash over me. Everything smells so good here, and I instantly feel at home. Joey hands his keys to a man wearing a smart looking jacket and crisp pair of pants. He hops in and drives the car to an enormous garage.

  “Servants? You ha
ve servants?” I say to him, my mouth agape.

  “Men who work for me,” he corrects me with a laugh. “They’re not servants. Come here.”

  He takes my hand and leads me up the white stone steps to two enormous mahogany doors. To my surprise, they swing open with ease and I find myself in an enormous hall of checkered marble and gleaming woodwork. Several statues have been placed about, and artwork that must have cost a fortune is hung in each of the hallways leading to the left and right. A large staircase rises up in front of me to the second floor. I can only imagine what the rest of the house looks like.

  When I turn, I find Joey watching me. I can tell by his eyes that he wants me to be happy. And how couldn’t I?

  “It’s…amazing, Joey.”

  His smile grows and he takes my hand. “I want to show you something.”

  He leads me down the hallway to my right. I can only stare as we pass paintings that cost more than everything I own. Finally, we reach a small door by a tall window that looks out over a beautiful field.

  “Are those horses? Your horses? You have horses?” I am stammering, but I can’t help it.

  “Why, do you ride?”

  “No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

  “Well we can get you lessons. If you have time, of course,” he says as he opens the door. When I see what’s inside, it takes my breath away.

  It’s an enormous studio, with paints and brushes and canvases, and more room than I could ever use.

  “You always wanted to paint,” I hear Joey say behind me. “And we have guys who do the walls, so—“

  I can’t control myself as I just about leap onto him. He tries to hide his wince, and I pull back, remembering he’s still hurt. But when I look at him, I realize I’m almost crying.

  “This feels like a dream, Joey.”

  “It’s not,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. “You’re definitely awake.”

  I turn back to the studio. My studio. It smells like an art studio. I run my hand across the brushes laid out on one of the tables, feeling the different bristles. It’s quiet, but one of the windows has been left open, and I can hear the sounds of the breeze rustling through the trees and the soft chirping of the birds. I could spend all day in here, and I probably will.