Bad Boys Teaser: A Sizzling Bad Boys Anthology

by Warren, Rie

  Then there was dancing. And Jessica was tireless. I held her close during all the slow songs, barely conscious of swaying with the music, happy just to have her in my arms for a few minutes more.

  When the fast loud music started, I let her go. She whirled and danced and laughed and shook her ass a fair bit, too. I kept an even closer eye on her then.

  A broad shouldered dude with auburn flecks in his hair shouldered through the crowd of dancing bodies toward me.

  “Bo, my man.” I grasped his hand in mine.

  “I decided to take you up on your offer.” He scanned the wild scene inside the clubhouse. “Seems I’m just in time for the party.”

  “That you are.” I propped my elbows back on the bar. “So about this offer of mine: just the club or the other help too?”

  “Let’s start with the club if they’ll take me. I’m a little gun-shy about shrinks.”

  “I hear that.” The man didn’t have to explain anything to me. Military and police careers were the stuff PTSD was made of. “By the way, you missed the wedding here earlier.”

  “Oh yeah?” He turned his head to stare at me. “Who’s the poor bastard then?”

  “Me.” I grinned until my cheeks stretched.

  He blinked in shock.

  “Yep. Got hitched today.” Reaching out, I snagged Jessica’s waist as she swirled by me. “Bo Maverick, let me introduce you to my old lady, Jessica Angelo.”

  Shit, that was the first time I’d said it out loud: Jessica Angelo.

  She beamed at Bo and accepted his hug.

  “Hell”—he rubbed his jaw—“don’t know about the old lady thing.”

  “Oh, I’m legal. Although my nickname is JB.”

  “JB?” he asked.

  “Jailbait,” we replied in unison.

  Jessica started moving away to rejoin the dancing, but I snatched her back. “Don’t go too far. I want to head out soon.”

  “Do you now?” Her arms twined behind my neck, fingers winding into my hair.

  “Yeah.” I lowered my head for a long, deep kiss.

  I gave her ass a squeeze before she strutted away.

  “Shit, man. You’ve changed,” Bo remarked, and there may have been a hint of envy in his voice.

  We had a couple drinks and shot the breeze for awhile. I introduced him around, starting with the Brothers Steele. I wanted him to feel at ease here and hoped Retribution would be a good fit for him.

  “Dude. Who’s that checking out your woman?” Bo pointed over my shoulder.

  I glanced around with an immediate glare. It was Kinkaid. Newest kid on the Retribution block. Brodie called him Probie 2.0. Would’ve sucked to be him except he was built like a fucking fallout bunker, and all the ladies were up in his grill for a little feel up, face-time, quick fuck. The boy was a bonafide pussy magnet but I’d yet to see him make good on any offers from the chicks who constantly threw themselves at him. Half the time he didn’t even seem to notice

  The only girl he hung with was his gal pal, a dirt bike tomboy called Sadie.

  “Hey, Probie 2.0!” I shouted. “Eyes off the merchandise.”

  “What? I wasn’t . . .”

  Poor guy. Blond hair, light complexion, blushed all the way to his hairline with no way to hide it.

  “Make sure you don’t, either.” I warned him.

  Other than the massively built body, Kinkaid the Probie looked pretty damn young, but the years showed in his green eyes when he thought no one was watching.

  He had secrets to hide. Something he didn’t want anyone else in Retribution to know about. Too bad I’d done my homework on him. I knew. And it was the mother lode.

  “I think that’s my cue to round up my woman and take my bride to bed before any of these other assholes gets any funny ideas.” I slapped Bo on the back and took my leave.

  Outside, the jokers had decorated our motorcycles. Of course they had. Streamers, empty beer cans, and other road hazards trailed from the handlebars of my Deus Grievous Angel and her Ducati. We left side-by-side under the rumble of engines, showered by paper confetti, amid shouts of congratulations.

  * * *

  I’d kicked Walker out a week ago and not a moment too soon. I didn’t know where he was staying, and I didn’t give a fuck either now I had Jessica all to myself, finally.

  We roared up the driveway and came to a stop together. As soon as our helmets were off, I scooped her into my arms.

  “Don’t drop me,” she squealed.

  “I’ll never drop you.”

  I carried my precious cargo up the porch and over the threshold, her wicked dress poofing over my arms.

  After I set her down inside I spun her to me. “I know this isn’t much of a honeymoon, but I wasn’t sure you’d say yes.” I peered down at her, feeling a little sheepish.

  She rolled her eyes then started loosening my tie.

  “I have something planned though.” I explained further.

  “Of course you do.” She pulled my tie free with a satisfied grin.

  “For your Christmas break from school. We’re going to Vail.” She looked amused as I continued to ramble, “Although I guess I don’t know if you ski.”

  “I do. Do you?” Busily working down the buttons of my dress shirt, she tilted her head at me.

  “Uh. No. Not really.” My face was starting to heat up, and even the tips of my ears burned.

  “What did you think we’d be doing in Vail then, hmm?” She successfully tugged my shirt out of the pants, pressing the flat of her palms against my abs.

  I swallowed harshly. “Thought we could stay in a snowbound cabin and fuck in front of the fire for about a week.”

  “Sounds like more fun than skiing.” Her hand wandered up the hard planes of my chest over the smattering of hair. She leaned forward, gently biting one nipple until it hardened in pain and pleasure.

  “Hungry?” I asked hoarsely. Shit. I was unaccountably awkward and nervously repeating the same questions I’d asked her the first time I’d brought her home. Only this time it was for keeps.

  “No.” She’d gather the ends of my tie in one hand and started leading me through the house.

  “Thirsty?”

  “Perhaps.” She tossed a saucy smile at me.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking my husband to bed.”

  My momentary nervousness fled, and I suddenly took charge of my take-charge woman. Flinging her into my arms again, I dashed up the stairs

  She was laughing when I came to a halt inside the bedroom, but she abruptly stopped.

  “Oh, Hunter. It’s beautiful.”

  I hadn’t done all that much—candles in new candlesticks, a fancy wine bucket for the champagne I needed to get from the kitchen, a few bouquets of flowers. Pale ivory roses.

  I set her on her feet and she bent to smell the heady scent.

  “I bought them because the color and texture remind me of your skin.” My fingertip dipped along the shallow indent of her spine. “Like velvet.”

  Her eyes shone vividly. “Help me with the dress?”

  “My pleasure.”

  The laces that held the gown together through the corset were complicated to say the least, but I was a man on a mission.

  I’d intended to get Jessica all the way naked this time but she backed up as soon as the dress was loosened, holding it pinned against her more than ample, very swelling breasts. “That’s far enough, mister. I want to freshen up first.”

  She rummaged through one of the dresser drawers I’d emptied for her a couple weeks ago and pulled something out. She craftily concealed it behind her back.

  I’d have to make a point of snooping in her drawers. I smirked.

  “What’s that look for?” she asked.

  “Oh, nothing.” I wiped my face clean of wicked thoughts, almost, slowly advancing on her. “But what do you need to freshen up for? I’m just going to dirty you up again.”

  Jessica whirled with a laugh then slammed
the bathroom door in my face.

  Huh. I shook my head at the closed door.

  While she freshened up, I retrieved the chilled champagne and lit the candle tapers. I removed my shoes and socks but left the rest on because I wouldn’t put up a fight if she wanted to undress me.

  Then I paced from one end of the room to the other.

  Spinning around when the bathroom door opened, I stopped in my tracks and stared until I’d committed the vision of her to memory. Then I stared some more.

  The pale pink nightgown molded to every curve of her body. The material was so fine it was sheer. The shadows of her nipples appeared dark and pebbled beneath the gown. Freshly brushed and gleaming, her long brown hair waved around her like a soft cloud. And freckles. Those fucking freckles. On her cheeks, across her little upturned nose, on the high slopes of her breasts. I didn’t detect the hip chain glinting through the material, just her, completely sexy her.

  Jessica turned very slowly allowing me to see the back. Even the sweetheart cleft of her full bottom was visible in the filmy lingerie. Her tats formed the butterfly line down her back. There were laces again, but loose ones that barely held the gown together until the clingy material dipped down to the dimples at the top of her ass. Pale pink, a sweet color, but she made it look like sin.

  “I sure as hell didn’t choose that.” I only wished I had.

  “I know.” She circled back to me. “There’s more where this came from.”

  How well I remembered the teddy she’d worn that had driven me slowly insane. “Where?”

  “My house.”

  “Not for long.”

  Goddamn. Even her toenails were newly painted glossy pink. And whether it was the lingerie or the candlelight or happiness, she glowed even more than usual.

  “You are captivating. A goddess, Jessica. An incredibly sexy goddess.” My voice rumbled, it echoed the heavy throb of my cock.

  She stepped up to me, but I backed away. Suddenly I felt like a slouch in my bare feet and day-old suit and the shirt that hung open. I rasped a hand across the stubble on my jaw.

  “Maybe I should freshen up too.”

  “Oh, no.” Jessica moved up against my body, nuzzling my chest and neck. “A little smoky, from the club. Definitely some whiskey. And pure man. My man.”

  She removed my jacket and folded it before setting it on the chair. My shirt and tie followed. She undid my belt and let it slip from the loops before carefully plucking the button on my pants. She peered up at me from her position on her knees and dragged the flat of her tongue up along my rigid cock confined inside the suit.

  I clenched my fists at my sides as bolts of heat crackled in my groin.

  Jessica pressed her palm against my erection, holding it against my body as she lowered the zipper. Every sound of the metal teeth being freed set my teeth on edge. There was a very real possibility I’d come before she even undressed me.

  My breath jarred in my chest, my body aching for her touch. When she pulled my pants and briefs down, her soft hair brushed my stiff cock and I groaned her name.

  Her palms moved up the length of my muscled legs and stopped on my thighs. Her breath rustled against my heavy balls before she very softly and very slowly licked one full orb and then the other. Pulling the hard length of my cock down, she smeared it all over her face, and I carefully threaded my fingers through her hair because otherwise I might fall down.

  Jessica blew me then, caressing me with her tongue, swallowing me against the back of her throat, running circles around the engorged head. She traced every bulging vein and sucked on the head until my cock visibly pulsed, glistening and wet.

  “Uhhh.” I released a deep groan, my gaze slanted down at her.

  “Feels good?”

  I swallowed once, nodded twice.

  “How’s this?” She took me sideways between her lips, and my cockhead butted against the silky wet skin of her inner cheek, stretching her mouth.

  Caressing her face as she popped me in and out, I grunted, “Unreal.”

  She went back to playing with the darkly-colored, hugely swollen tip of my cock, using her tongue and thrusting the little point at my slit, then pursing her lips until they closed in a tight ring just beneath the plump ridged head that reared above my foreskin.

  I tried to pull her away. My balls had drawn tight, and I wasn’t going to last.

  “Aren’t you supposed to give me what I want, Hunter?” She cupped my tightened testicles. “Come in my mouth.”

  Then it was too late anyway. A long firm pump of her hand and the pout of her lips closing over the head of my cock, and I came with a shout. Come pulsed out of me, onto her tongue, into her mouth, and she moaned and drank it all.

  I massaged Jessica’s hair and face and neck until the tremors left my thighs. Bringing her to her feet, I slipped one thin strap down her shoulder then the other. Her breasts freed, they tumbled into my hands. I licked the freckles dusting her shoulders and top of her breasts. I’d never get enough of them. Sucking on her nipples, I stayed at her tits until the flesh was wet and pink as her gown and a small orgasm blew through her.

  Moving farther down her body, I released her from the sheer nightgown as I went. Laying her on the bed, I quickly filled my mouth with her sweet pussy. I tasted every frill, every fold. I dipped my tongue in and out. I licked her clit, sometimes just the hood of it, and Jessica vibrated with need. Blowing across the heated wet flesh, I spread the pink petals apart. Her hips gyrated toward me, and she whimpered continuously. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I sealed my entire mouth against her with a greedy growl and sucked and kissed her to a splintering orgasm.

  I lunged up on top of her, kissing her mouth through the rest of the quaking climax. She was already grinding up to me for more, and I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock surged into her, but when I drew out, it was slow. She was silky inside, wet as a waterfall, tight as a soft fist. The thrill of making love to her with no barrier between us hit me even harder than the first time. Through every long rocking motion I watched her, and she kept her eyes on mine, shiny and near-black with desire.

  “This is how I wanted to take you the first time as my wife.”

  She cupped my ass, pulling me even deeper into her. “Even better the second time.”

  Her tits rose and fell against my chest, and her legs wound around my hips. Punched up on my fists, I withdrew all the way on each long stroke then plunged inside with sharp, forceful thrusts.

  I wanted it to last longer, but I couldn’t hold off. My body, my muscles strained with the kind of pleasure that was so good it was almost agony. When we came it was together, bodies intertwined and faces close and words shouted and whispered and hummed.

  Then we fell into the softest most peaceful sort of love. And I knew she felt it, too.

  Much later the candles were still lit. The silvery December moonlight gleamed over Jessica skin, making her appear even more of a goddess as she reclined beside me. The floor by the bed housed the remnants of champagne and wedding cake, and the bed itself was rumpled. There were cake crumbs floating around on the quilts and the echoes of laughter from when we’d fed each other the messy marital dessert.

  “You realize I’ll have to decorate.” Jessica’s fingertips played up and down my back, occasionally wandering as far south as my ass and between my legs.

  The massaging motions of her fingers became more arousing with each pass, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was glancing thoughtfully around the bedroom, and I could tell she was picturing the whole house.

  “Uh huh.” I couldn’t care less what she did with the place. I moved my head just enough to slowly lash her budded nipples with my tongue.

  She arched with a hiss, pushing the warm round globes and pert little nipples closer. Otherwise, she continued with her train of thought. “And move my stuff in . . .”

  “I’ll get the boys on it tomorrow.” I could just imagine her abundant books, furniture, and clothes filling the house floor
to rafters. I couldn’t fucking wait.

  I rolled on top of her, pressing her down with my weight. “Not the lingerie though. I’ll take care of that myself.” With my cock wedged against her slick sex, I glided it up and down her slit.

  “And my dad will probably want to shoot you in the ass for marrying his sweet angel.” She pushed me off of her and onto my back.

  “Wouldn’t expect anything less, sweetheart.” I skimmed my hands up her thighs and onto her hips.

  Jessica tapped my nose. “You are a tease, Hunter.” Perched over my lap, she dropped just enough to ease the head of my cock into her before releasing me from the hot kiss of her pussy.

  “Who’s teasing now?” I groaned.

  “Not me.” She lowered herself all the way onto me with a long moan.

  Later we lay spooned together, fingers twined, rings shining like mirrors.

  “Hunter, do you think Jack will mind?”

  I snorted against her soft shoulder before taking a small bite of flesh. “He loves you almost as much as I do, Miss Barnes.”

  “That’s Mrs. Angelo now.”

  “Yeah, it is.”

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  Somewhere over Lebanon, February 2015

  “JUST A LITTLE R&R, he said.”

  I listened to Storm grumbling through the industrial-sized headgear affixed to my ears, the rotors of the HH-60 Pave Hawk whump-whump-whumping overhead and on the tail.

  “Exotic location was the phrase I used.” I chuckled low in my chest. “Didn’t mention nothin’ about R&R.”