When Good Things Happen to Bad Boys

by Lori Foster, Erin McCarthy, HelenKay Dimon

  She shivered but didn’t bend. “I like you like this, Whit. At my mercy.”

  He’d be on his knees if the handcuffs reached that far. “Hell, you don’t have to tie me up for that. Anything you want.”

  “Anything?” Her husky voice licked at his erection.

  “Let me make you come like I’ve fantasized about. Let me kiss you. Everywhere.”

  “Soon.” Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief. “What I want is to strip for you.”

  He couldn’t agree more.

  Then she added to her ingenious plan.

  “After I’m naked and wet”—she whispered the last part—“I’m gonna climb on top of you, put you deep inside of me, and ride you until we both come.”

  He gritted his teeth to keep from exploding right there.

  She walked around his nude body, trailing her fingers over his bare skin as she went. “Or maybe I’ll make it last. Rub my body against yours but not let you inside me. Make you come while I watch, then start again.”

  Her words were going to kill him. The touch got him there faster. His head fell back as he tried to count to ten. Shame he couldn’t remember what came after number two.

  “Or I could take you in my mouth. Give you some release. Then I’ll use my hands.”

  He swore, using every word he knew in one inventive sentence that would have made the old Hannah blush and his mother smack him silly.

  “That was impressive.” She stopped behind him, her body leaning against him so that her mound pressed against his ass. “So is this.” She reached around and gave him one last squeeze.

  His body trembled and his muscles grew weak from the tension. He had two, maybe three minutes, before he lost control.

  “Honey, please. Get me down or jump on top of me. Just do something.”

  “Not yet.”

  He officially hated that phrase. “The hell with waiting. Get protection.”

  “But—”

  “Now, Hannah. No more games.”

  She cocked her head to the side and stared at him, her eyes clouded with need. “From where?”

  Whit took her momentary brain cell loss as a sign of just how interested she was in him. The feeling was mutual. After all, he had planned this scene for weeks. Without the handcuffs.

  The room had every sexual toy in history. Condoms were right at home here in sex land. At least they were once he planted them two days ago. His uncle and aunt were way past the point of needing protection. He wasn’t.

  “On the counter, honey.”

  “Over there?”

  Now she had to be playing with him. “Hurry!”

  She was gone for less than a second. She reappeared before him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and dark as night. He reached for her until the clanging chains stopped him. Her petite form stood just outside his grasp.

  He opened his mouth to beg one last time but closed it again when she reached for her jeans. One by one, she loosened the buttons on her fly then eased the baggy pants down her slim legs. The slow striptease topped every fantasy he had ever had about Hannah.

  So did her amazing body.

  Her thighs were muscular, yet soft. Her legs were long, the perfect length to wrap around his waist while he plunged inside her. She stripped until the only scrap of clothing separating them was a pair of thick, bulky socks on her feet.

  His gaze traveled back up her exquisite body, stopping to linger on her thighs and on the soft tuft of blond hair shielding her mound. Past her thin waist, up to her ample breasts, before settling on her lovely face.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful.” His mouth watered. Actually watered, something that had never happened to him before. “Stunning. If I ever see you wearing one of those man shirts again, I’ll burn it.”

  She melted into a great big puddle of need.

  His husky voice crept past her defenses and walked straight into her heart. His erection, plump and long, showed his patience had expired, but he rattled off her nonexistent virtues as if they really existed.

  “You are one amazing woman, Hannah Bridges. Sexy and smart. Driven and talented.”

  She lunged for him.

  She kissed him with a wild passion she didn’t know existed. Her tongue snaked between his lips and plunged inside to rub against his. She was wet and ready to take him. Her hands roamed free over his body. Sliding down his smooth chest to his pulsing penis.

  She rolled on the condom and sent a little thank-you to Uncle Calvin for his boy scout-like preparedness. One bare leg slid up his thigh until it hitched on his hip. Whit scooted down, lowering his body under hers as far as the chains would allow. The move gave her the advantage she needed. She wrapped her other leg around his waist and lowered her body onto his.

  By inches, she slid her slick channel around him, bringing him deep inside. Tiny internal muscles clenched and tightened. The snug fit brought every nerve ending to life inside her in a white explosion.

  “Holy shit.” His head dropped onto her shoulder.

  “I want you. Now.”

  “Can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that.” He huffed out his words between some very flattering pants. “I’m not going anywhere. Just breathe in, then push your hips down. Hard and fast.”

  She wanted to prolong the feeling but he had other ideas.

  He gritted his teeth together near her ear. “Now, baby.”

  Her body didn’t need any other encouragement. She pressed down on a sigh, pushing his penis inside her to the hilt. His body pulsed. The tight, full feeling was extraordinary.

  His tongue swept out and licked her nipple. “I need you to move. Really move.”

  Lost in the moment, she almost didn’t hear his desperate plea. “What?”

  He arched against her until she squealed. Her lower body vibrated, the knot inside her pulling and tugging into a tight little ball. She squeezed her insides, pressing against his length as her body rocked up and down against his.

  With one last squeeze of her thighs against his narrow hips, her body let go. Her chest heaved from the force of the air trying to escape through her windpipe.

  Beneath her, Whit’s solid body stiffened. His arms stretched to full length as she raked her nails across his back and tightened her legs around his waist.

  “Come for me, Whit.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “No, fuck me. Now.”

  “Jesus, Hannah.”

  “Come.”

  He threw his head back and shouted as a shudder raced through him from neck to calf. His hips bounced and shifted as his body continued to move in and out of hers.

  His body went limp and his knees started to bend. The chains held his body in place as he exploded inside of her. Heavy breathing drummed in her ears and hot breath tickled her neck.

  Her muscles turned to liquid but he managed to balance both of their bodies on his, a feat worthy of a place in the Olympics. She wanted to stay there all night but took pity on him. His muscles had to be as squishy as hers.

  She lifted off and slid down his body, earning a rumbling growl from somewhere deep in his chest. She leaned against him, afraid her jellied muscles wouldn’t hold her up. “I’m not sure I can stand.”

  “You’re amazing.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. His piercing green eyes focused on her. “I’d love to curl up on the floor with you, but I’m locked up.” He clanked the cuffs together to prove his point.

  This time she did giggle. She thought about dancing around in a circle. Her body felt light and free. All her tension disappeared, taking her sexual hang-ups along with it.

  All thanks to Whit. He was gorgeous and funny. A little controlling and difficult, but all man. Hell, even the boring khakis turned her on. And without them, well, he was even hotter.

  He laughed. “What are you thinking about? That little smile is almost evil.”

  “Not evil. Interested.”

  “That’s my girl. This time when you come, I want my hands all over you.”


  His words made something flare to life in her belly. “I’m not arguing. I might even be willing to try that chair.”

  “Now you’re talking.” He pressed his lips behind her ear. “We can get started as soon as you set me free.”

  She’d bite through them if he promised to do that thing with his mouth again. “Sure. Tell me how to take them off.”

  “Right.”

  “Right,” she repeated.

  “I’m serious, Hannah.” And he suddenly looked it too.

  “I guess that’s a good thing.”

  His body stiffened and not in a good way. “Are you kidding?”

  “I don’t even know what we’re talking about.”

  His eyes narrowed into tiny slits. “Hannah, please tell me you have the key to the handcuffs.”

  “There’s a key?”

  Five

  Whit inhaled, trying to calm his anger.

  “There’s nothing here.” Hannah scurried around the room. She picked up a particularly large dildo then dropped it as if it were on fire.

  “Not your favorite toy?”

  “Let’s just say your aunt must have been a strong woman. Or very large. Was she actually able to walk after spending time down here?”

  “I’ve asked you never to talk about my uncle and aunt and whatever they did in this room.”

  “Hey, you’re the one with the porno relatives.”

  He wondered if Hannah even realized she forgot to put her clothes back on. “Yeah, no inhibitions at all.”

  Every time she turned away she flashed him a centerfold shot of her bare ass. Round and perfect and creamy milk white in color. Not that he didn’t enjoy the view. He did, but being restrained was not in any of his plans. With every second that ticked by he lost an opportunity to touch her.

  “Check the drawers,” he called out.

  “No way.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “Do you know what kind of crap could be in there?”

  “You mean crap like the key?” He shook his arms until the chains started jingling.

  “Whit, get a clue. How do I know the stuff in there is even clean?”

  His head fell forward, his chin against his chest. “You’re killing me, babe.”

  “You look pretty healthy to me.”

  He slowly lifted his head. He wasn’t sure when she had moved but she stood right in front of him, her gaze focused on his growing erection.

  “How did you do that? It’s only been a few minutes.”

  He was two seconds from chewing off his arm to get loose. “I didn’t do anything. You did.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to need some time to revive? You know, before you can do that.” She pointed at his cock.

  “That? Good lord, woman, show the instrument some respect. That part of my body happens to worship you.”

  “Will it do so again soon?”

  When her pink tongue slipped out to lick her lips, he lost his cool. “Hannah, you have five seconds to find the key.”

  She slammed her hands on her hips. With her legs wide apart and her brown eyes gleaming, she looked ready for battle. Naked battle with a telling wetness between her thighs.

  “Don’t boss me around, Whit. I’m not your slave girl.”

  “No, as of five minutes ago you’re my lover. My very naked lover and if you don’t get me down soon, we’re going to have a second round of stand-up sex.”

  Her voice grew sexy, as if the devil himself sent her up to torment him. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

  “And you’re dressed for it.”

  The blood drained from her face.

  Well, damn. He wondered if the word lover got those tiny wheels spinning in her head again. Well, she’d have to get used to it. They were lovers now. Finally. Now that they’d made love, he had no intention of going back to last names and icy stares.

  “Honey?”

  “I’m naked!” She shouted the obvious right before she started racing around the room ranting about someone being an idiot. He was pretty sure she meant him.

  Hannah knocked against a stack of his uncle’s more racy books. They tumbled off the shelf and landed with a sharp crack on the floor. Papers flew. Condoms flipped through the air. A box of scented oils crashed and the sweet smell of strawberry filled his nose. When a stream of jelly-like liquid squished under her foot, she squealed.

  She finally grabbed up his shirt and started to get dressed. He tried to protest but the evil eye she shot him convinced him to keep quiet. Crouched over, her breasts pressed tight against her knees, she slipped on the button-down oxford with a speed that both impressed him and made his blood boil. The only problem was that the twisting circus move hid her beautiful body from his view.

  “Now why are you doing that? There’s no need for formal wear down here.”

  “What do you think, you idiot? I can’t waltz around without any clothes on.”

  Back to name-calling. Great. That probably said more about his lovemaking skills than he cared to admit.

  “No one is dancing, and no one can see you but me.”

  She bunched the sleeves up past her elbows. She stood up, her spine stiff and her chin up.

  “So?”

  “So? Did you forget what just happened in here?”

  “Hardly.”

  “I’ve seen you. Every bare inch. Fabulous, by the way.”

  Her hands dropped to her sides and her mouth fell open. She was so damn adorable with her hair all mussed and her lips swollen from his kisses. His shirt skimmed the tops of her delicious upper thighs, revealing miles of delectable leg and hinting at the treasures underneath.

  He vowed never to dry clean the oxford again.

  “You let me walk around without any clothes and never said anything?”

  “Absolutely.” And he’d do it again in a second, this time keeping his mouth shut so the show would last a few minutes longer.

  “I looked ridiculous.”

  “No. Never that.”

  She sputtered. “A decent man would have reminded me.”

  “A stupid man did.”

  “Whit—”

  Time to get this hunt back on track. “The key.”

  “What?”

  “Unless you want to spend the rest of the weekend feeding me and helping me whiz—”

  “That’s just not going to happen.”

  “—we need to find that key.”

  Interesting. Her mouth was all over him but she couldn’t feed him a granola bar? “Just trying to be practical, honey. A guy’s gotta go sometime.”

  “Speaking of that. I need to use the bathroom. I never expected to be locked in a basement when I drank twenty ounces of coffee this morning.”

  Funny how she thought going to the bathroom was more important than releasing him from the cuffs. Now he knew how frozen meat felt.

  “Could you wait until we find the key?”

  “No.”

  Of course not. He nodded in the general direction of the small bathroom in the corner. “In there. It’s nothing special. Just a toilet and a small sink.”

  “I’m not choosy.”

  The bathroom door clicked shut just as the banging started. Whit jumped a foot. He whirled around, twisting his arms, and nearly strangled himself with the metal chains hanging above his head.

  He could hear the furious shouting on the other side of the door. The visitor’s identity wasn’t a big mystery. Cole. A man with possibly the worst timing in the world. No way was Cole going to see him trussed up like a turkey.

  Whit yanked down hard on the restraints, trying to break their hold. He’d either be free or bleeding to death from his flesh wounds in the next few minutes.

  The outside door creaked.

  Whit pulled harder, his muscles straining. When the door swung open, he began to pray. Where was a giant sinkhole when you needed one?

  Cole stalked inside. And he wasn’t alone. Adam followed close at his heels, his blue eyes sparkling with misch
ief.

  Whit dropped his chin to his chest. “Shit.”

  Cole looked at Whit then stared at the floor. “Damn it, man. Where the hell are your clothes?”

  “If I’m not mistaken, they’re scattered all over the floor,” Adam said.

  Cole’s tan skin blanched white. “Give me a reason not to kill you. Both of you.”

  “What the hell did I do?” Adam asked.

  Whit had a more pressing question. “Why are you here?”

  “Adam told me about your plan to set up Hannah.”

  “Adam did what?”

  “I didn’t use the word ‘plan’. I said—” Adam shook his head. “Really, Whit, how am I supposed to have a conversation when you’re naked? And is that a condom?”

  “Get out.” Whit hissed out his suggestion.

  “Oh man, this makes my day. Except for the part about seeing my baby brother naked.” Adam bent over double, hands slapping his knees. He laughed until he choked.

  Whit thought that was fitting.

  Cole clearly didn’t find the situation as amusing. If the way his cheeks puffed in and out was any indication, he was furious. “What are you doing, Whit? I want an explanation. Now.”

  Adam gestured at Whit then took off in another fit of laughter. He finally calmed down enough to choke out a sentence. “What the hell do you think he’s doing? The guy’s naked and tied up.”

  “I’m trying hard not to notice that part,” Cole grumbled.

  “Can’t you see he made a pass and Hannah dumped his sorry ass?”

  Whit shot a worried glance at the bathroom door. Through some blessed act of intervention, it stayed closed. He only hoped the tiny room was soundproof, too. They had to shut up before Hannah walked out.

  “Look, Adam—”

  “So, I guess you’ve finally lost your touch with women.” Adam launched into his smart-ass diatribe. “All those years of playing sports, doing anything to score, those must be behind you. Hell, you can’t even get a woman to stay with you in a locked room.”

  “He’s lucky Hannah didn’t kill him,” Cole muttered. “I still might.”