HIS BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by April Lust

  Devin snorted. “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s just sex.”

  For some reason, that bothered me. A lot.

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  I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said in the car on the way home. I knew that Devin was right. It was just sex. After all, he was a hired man, and as soon as the problems with my stalker were over, he’d go back to his life. I’d go back to mine, too; my life of dating metrosexuals and scolding Anya for buying the wrong kind of coffee. But I didn’t want to think about that just yet.

  Devin slowed the car to a stop at a light. I was surprised because he actually had a pretty nice machine. It was a Camaro, and although it wasn’t a new model, it drove well and it was gorgeous. He drove smoothly down the freeway with skill and precision. I could tell Devin had obviously put a lot of money and effort into his car.

  I reached over and let my hand rest on his thigh.

  Devin looked at me with surprise. “What’re you doing?”

  I licked my lips as I began to knead the muscles under my fingers. Devin had an incredible body. I knew that the moment we touched again, I wouldn’t be able to pull myself away. As I slid my hand up his leg and fondled him through his jeans, Devin groaned.

  “You gotta stop,” he panted. “I’m gonna fuckin’ crash the car.”

  “So do it,” I said with a grin. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  Devin growled. He let me continue rubbing him for another moment, then shoved my hand away. “No,” he said firmly. “Not right now.”

  I pouted. I really wanted to sleep with him. Even though I had to act like a prude around a lot of people who knew me, deep down I was about as far from a prude as a woman could get. I prided myself on being good in bed, and I knew that I’d always made my boyfriends happy before. But it was tough for a woman of status like me. If I became too obvious about it, no guys would want a relationship with me.

  Devin glanced at me. “I want you, Katia,” he growled as he shifted the car into a higher gear. We sped forward. “But not right now. Not in my car.”

  Satisfied, I pulled my hand back into my lap. A grin spread across my face. I’m going to get my way with you, and when it happens, you won’t even know what hit you I thought as Devin drove us back towards my condo.

  As we slowed down for another light, I was surprised to feel Devin’s grip on my hand. He grabbed my fingers and pulled them towards his lap, pressing my hand against his crotch. When I felt his hard cock through his jeans, I gasped and pulled my hand away.

  I turned in my seat until I was facing him. Pouting, I stared at his profile. “I thought you didn’t want me touching you.”

  “I don’t want you touching me in traffic,” Devin said. He winked at me. I felt my cheeks flush bright red. “But we’re stopped right now.”

  I slid my hand up his thigh, making sure to avoid his cock as much as possible. He was so big, I couldn’t believe it. When I thought of how his cock would feel pushing inside of me for the first time, I shivered.

  “Feeling okay?” Devin raised his eyebrows. “You look a little flushed, Katia.”

  I pulled my hand back into my lap and pouted. I didn’t understand this guy. One minute, he was acting like someone who wanted me. I’d never be able to forget that look in his eyes I’d seen at the hospital. It had been incredible. The kind of look I always wanted to see, but rarely did. It was more than lust. It was as if he wanted more than just my body; he wanted to possess all of me.

  But then, two minutes later, he was back to being teasing and mocking. I frowned as I stared at his profile through my Gucci sunglasses.

  “Devin,” I said carefully. “Do you really think I’m spoiled?”

  Devin burst out laughing. I glared at him as the sound of his raucous excitement filled the Camaro.

  “I’m not kidding,” I whined loudly. “Do you really think I’m useless?”

  Devin shook his head. He was still chuckling, and his cheeks were bright pink. “No,” he said after a moment. He shifted the car into a lower gear as we turned off the freeway. “I don’t think you’re that spoiled.”

  I licked my lips. “So you still think I’m at least a little spoiled, then,” I countered. I crossed my arms over my chest. Somehow, I hadn’t been expecting him to admit that. I knew it was stupid, but part of me had been hoping the little trip to the hospital would’ve changed that. I mean, obviously, I hadn’t just wanted to go so Devin wouldn’t think I was a rotten person after all. Still, though.

  “Well,” Devin said. He glanced towards me, but with his mirrored sunglasses I had no idea whether or not he was actually looking at me. “I mean, Katia, does this even matter?” He snorted. “It’s not like we’re gonna be in touch for too much longer. As soon as this stalker shit dies down, I’m off.”

  My stomach twisted into a knot and I frowned again. What’s going on, I wondered. Why the hell is this even bothering me so much?

  “That’s true,” I said slowly. “But do you think I’m a bad person?”

  Devin laughed again.

  “It’s not funny,” I said in a sharp voice. “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

  Devin sighed. He ran a hand through the sexy tangles of his unruly dark hair. “Katia, I don’t even know what that means,” he said. He sounded tired, worn out all of a sudden, like the day had been too much for him. “Does it matter?”

  “Of course it matters,” I argued. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back into the leather seat. “I don’t want you to think I’m horrible!”

  “It doesn’t matter what I think,” Devin said. Up ahead, I saw my condo looming on the right-hand side. Devin expertly slowed the Camaro and pulled into my driveway. As he turned the key in the ignition, I couldn’t ignore the lump that was forming in my throat.

  “Yes, it does,” I said stubbornly.

  “It really doesn’t,” Devin said. “You’re gonna go on with your life, no matter what I think. And after this is over,” he added, using air quotes for the last few words. “You’re probably gonna forget all about me and start going out with Mr. Big, or whoever you girls dream about.”

  I glared at him. “That’s not true,” I said. I shifted in the leather seat, feeling uncomfortable in my own skin.

  “And furthermore,” Devin continued. “You think I’m a criminal.” He lowered his aviator shades and looked at me. His eyes were completely serious, no hint of laughter or joking behind them. “You told me as much yourself, so what the fuck does it matter if I think you’re a spoiled princess?”

  I bit my lip at his stinging words. But when I thought back to our earlier interactions, even the one that had led to our passionate kiss in my living room, I knew that he was right. I’d called him a criminal. I’d acted like I was better than him, just because I was famous and had money.

  “Never mind,” I mumbled. “It doesn’t matter.”

  Chapter Nine

  Devin

  I didn’t fucking understand her. I’d never really been great at understanding women. I was good at fucking them, but that was about the only thing I could really claim when it came to the fairer sex. I’d never had a real relationship, either. Wasn’t because I couldn’t get one, but because I’d never wanted one. I never understood the point of fucking a woman more than once. Even a woman as smokin’ hot as Katia Reynolds.

  What’s that saying? Show me the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’ll show you a man sick of her shit?

  Yeah, something like that.

  My buddies in the club, Tristan and Troy, always had girls hanging around. They were more like Wicked Bones groupies than anything else, though. And they’d always vie to sleep with me, but that didn’t work out too well. I was usually too busy worrying about the well-being of my guys. I didn’t have time for some cheap little floozy who expected a warm bed and a hug just for giving me head.

  When I was in high school, before I dropped out, there was a girl who followed me around and flirted with me. I had to give her credit. Bac
k then, I was a greasy motherfucker who rarely showered or shaved, and I always wore trench coats with ripped up jeans. She was in a few of my classes, and she’d always make it a point to sit beside me and flirt with me. She’d wear skirts and sit with her legs spread just enough so I could see the white crotch of her panties. It used to drive me crazy. I never got to see her pussy; she wasn’t that kind of girl. But the glimpse of her labia nestled in white cotton was enough to make me cum my pants more than once. She’d lick her lips and toss her hair over one shoulder and act all innocent and sweet. I think her name was Tanya. She never even talked to me outside of class. I used to dream about fucking her, but the truth is, we never even touched.

  That was about the closest I’d ever come to having a girlfriend. I got laid for the first time when I was fourteen, some girl that was hanging around my older brother Stephen. He and I barely had anything in common, but we shared the same blue eyes, dark hair, and mischievous grin. Girls flocked to him, even though he was kind of a nerd. He did debate team and he was in the bowling club, but he could still get pussy.

  One day, this little redheaded girl showed up while I was sitting on our porch. She was older than me, probably sixteen or seventeen or so.

  “Is Stephen around?” She flicked her eyes over me with interest. “Who are you? His brother?”

  I nodded, sticking out my chest and trying to look cool. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m Devin.”

  She giggled. “I think I had a class with you last semester.” I watched as she blushed; it lent a delicious pink undertone to her pale skin. “Algebra One, right?”

  I snorted. “Yeah, fuck that shit. I hate math.”

  “I do, too,” she said. She giggled again and scooted closer. We were sitting outside on the front porch, and it occurred to me then how beautiful the sky was, all shades of purple and pink and orange. I wondered if it was always this pretty at this time of the day, or if I was just noticing for the first time before.

  “So,” I said, trying to sound suave. I stretched my arms over my head and let one rest on the back of the porch swing. “You’re Stephen’s girlfriend?”

  She blushed and shook her head. “Um, no,” she said. She crinkled up her nose and gazed into my eyes. Her eyes weren’t exactly green, more hazel, but the sun caught them in a pretty way that almost turned them golden, like a cat’s.

  “You wanna be Stephen’s girlfriend, then,” I said as I grinned at her knowingly. It wasn’t a question but a statement. “Get in line. He has girls calling him around the clock.”

  She licked her lips. “He probably doesn’t even know I exist,” she said mournfully. I watched as her pink lips opened and a small sigh came out of her perfectly-formed mouth. “I mean, we’re in drama together. But he’s so popular. I can’t even compete with those other girls.”

  I put my arm around her for real then. I wasn’t trying to mack on her, just make her feel better. At least, that’s what I told myself when she leaned into the crook of my arm. It felt so good to have a warm girl pressed up against me, a girl who smelled like strawberries, Dove soap, and something vaguely sweet but unrecognizable.

  “What’s your name?” I asked her softly.

  Instead of answering, she shifted in the porch swing and pressed her lips to my cheek. I turned my face and met hers, and then we were kissing for real. When she slid her tongue into my mouth, I tasted bubblegum. I thought my cock was going to explode in my pants.

  “It’s Lilly,” she said shyly, pulling away. “You wanna go inside?”

  That day remained one of the hottest days in my life. I think I spanked to it for years afterwards. Lilly and my brother never wound up dating. I wonder why. She didn’t hang around much after that, and I never saw her after that. I probably wasn’t a very good fuck. I think I lasted all of five seconds before groaning and filling the condom. But that day was important to me; it was the day I’d become a man.

  “Hey,” Katia said. She snapped her fingers, jolting me out of my Lilly-induced reverie. Katia walked into the living room wearing a pair of jeans and a white sweater. “What’re you doing?”

  I blinked. “Nothing,” I mumbled.

  She burst out laughing. “You’ve been staring at the wall for like, twenty minutes,” she teased. “I’m going shopping for dinner.”

  I stared at her. The afternoon sun was catching her blonde hair, making it look almost white. The jeans were practically molded to her body, and I could see the curve of her ass through the denim. And the sweater was a sexy one. The soft wool was knit in a pattern with holes, and I could see her tan skin through the fabric. My cock twitched in my pants as I thought about what it would feel like to grab her, take her, make her mine.

  “What?” Katia looked down at her sweater. “Do I have something on me?”

  I shook my head.

  Idiot, I thought with a groan. Act like a fucking man, you’re not some stupid teenager! You’re thirty years old, for fuck’s sake! If you wanna fuck her, fuck her!

  “No,” I said. I stood up and ran a hand through my unruly cowlicks. Katia stepped closer, and a warm, spicy-yet-floral scent wafted over my senses. “I can take you to the store,” I said casually. “I’m bored as fuck right now.”

  For a moment, I thought she was going to protest. Ever since that day in the hospital earlier in the week, I’d thought of her a little differently. She was still a spoiled little bitch – don’t get me wrong, but I was starting to see her as almost innocent, the kind of girl who wanted to act like much more of an adult than she really felt. I had a feeling that a lot of Katia’s snobby behavior was all adapted, all something that she’d started putting forward as a way of making herself seem more like the typical beauty queen, the typical LA girl.

  “Okay,” she said in a small voice. “You can drive.”

  I grinned. As we climbed into the car, an idea struck me. “Hey,” I said. “You ever seen the Hollywood sign? Like, the view from up there?”

  Katia’s blue eyes got wide, and she shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “I’ve always wanted to see the view. People always talk about how incredible it is, but I’ve never been.”

  “We should go up there,” I said as I backed my Camaro out of the driveway. Katia looked good sitting in it beside me. I wouldn’t have told her, but I was dying to see what she’d look like in a bikini, rolling around on the hood.

  “Why?” Katia frowned. “I thought you hated spending time with me.”

  I sighed. “Not this shit again,” I said darkly. “I don’t want another round of questions like you gave me after going to the hospital.”

  Katia bit her pink bottom lip, and a jolt of desire shot through my body. “Okay,” she agreed. “No more questions.”

  I kept my eyes locked on her as I drove out towards the Hollywood hills. I couldn’t have told her this, but seeing her at the hospital had put her in a new light. She was obviously the favorite person of those sick girls, and I had no idea why she kept going every week. Maybe it had been some kind of a charity event at first, and she’d felt guilty ignoring them? Or maybe she’d worry that she’s look bad if she didn’t show up?

  I frowned as I steered the car onto the freeway. Neither of those options really fit with my idea of Katia Reynolds as a person. She wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy. Ice cold, more like.

  Maybe there’s something about her I don’t know yet, I thought as I shifted into a higher gear, passing a lane of cars. Yeah, right, I decided, looking over. She was probably just doing it to look good for me.

  “At least there haven’t been any more creepy emails, right?” I glanced over at her. Katia was sitting perfectly straight, staring out the window with her rose gold Gucci sunglasses perched on the bridge of her perfect nose. “I mean, that’s gotta be a huge fuckin’ relief for you, I’d think.”

  Katia nodded. “It’s weird,” she said slowly. “I never felt unsafe before, especially not in my own condo. Not even at beauty pageants with all those creepy guys around.”

 
I burst out laughing. Katia looked offended, but she didn’t say anything in response.

  “I bet,” I said carefully. “Those guys probably make Donald Trump look like a gentleman.”

  “Oh my God,” Katia said. She giggled and put a hand against her chest. “I actually met him once, you know.”

  “You did?” I looked at her over the tops of my aviators. “You kiddin’ me?”

  “Dead serious,” Katia replied. “I was qualifying for the Miss Universe pageant – I didn’t win, obviously,” she added with a sour expression. I had to stare; even when she was pissed, she was still gorgeous. “But yeah, I had to go to this dinner sponsored by Trump, and he was such a creep!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, he walked around touching all of our butts! It was so gross!”