Cook's Choice: A Bad Boy Protector Romance (Lost Boys Book 4)

by Janice M. Whiteaker

  Her inexperience showed in that first kiss, but Pinky’s a quick learner, which is bad fucking news for me.

  All she needs is a little direction and she takes it and runs with it, sending my blood racing through my veins as her legs part and my body settles against hers. I grind into her involuntarily and she whimpers, her thighs locking around my hips.

  “I think you might kill me, Pinky.” My mouth pulls from hers to find the soft skin of her neck. “Have you ever been marked by a man, Carly?”

  The tips of her fingers dig into my scalp as she tries to fight me closer.

  I lean into her ear, the need to know what kind of men she’s had before me driving the growl in my tone. “Answer me.”

  She doesn’t make me wait. “No.”

  I want to imagine she’s only been with pretty boys with soft hands they don’t know how to use. “What are you ready for, Pinky?”

  “All of it.” Once again she doesn’t make me wait for her answer.

  “You’re not getting all of it.” I catch the lobe of her ear with my teeth, dragging them across. “Not yet.”

  “What?” She shoves at me. “Don’t treat me like I’m—”

  “Relax.” I catch one of the hands pushing at my chest and bring it to my lips. “I didn’t say you weren’t getting anything.”

  But my offer doesn’t appease the woman scowling at me. “If I was another woman you would want to have sex with me right now.”

  The truth in her statement hits home in more ways than she realizes. “If you were another woman I’d have fucked you by now and sent you on your way.” I take the hand still held in mine and hook it around my neck. “If you were another woman I would have figured out how to get rid of you by now, and happily moved on with my life without you.”

  Her chin tips a little. “You couldn’t get rid of me unless I wanted you to.”

  I chuckle at her confidence. It’s not easy to spot, but it’s there. Carly is backwards of most people.

  Most people are like me. Dicks who hide behind a hard exterior, protecting the less resilient parts of themselves.

  Carly hides her stubborn nature and strength behind a sweet and unassuming exterior. One that fooled me.

  I took her at face value. Did the same thing to her that I know people do to me.

  “I thought you were so sweet that first day, Pinky.” I catch her lips, drinking her in for a second before finishing. “I thought you couldn’t handle how I am.”

  She uses the arm I looped around my neck to pull me in for another kiss, her teeth scraping my lower lip as I pull away from her.

  “But I’m not sure I can handle you, Pinky.” I slowly trace my fingers down the side of her ribcage, watching her pupils dilate as my touch drags closer to her breast. “That’s why you can’t have it all tonight.”

  Her lips purse into an almost pout as she mulls it over. “Fine.”

  I reward her acceptance of the situation by finding the nipple that teased me earlier, plucking it with my fingers until it stands up for my attention. “What can I do to you, Carly?”

  “I don’t know.” She whimpers, lids falling shut as I move to the other breast, rolling that nub until she’s writhing under me.

  “You don’t know, or you don’t want to say?”

  “I don’t want to—” Carly’s eyes snap open and lock onto mine. She chews her lower lip for just a second. “I want you to make me come.” The words tumble from her mouth.

  “That was the plan, Pinky.” I work my hand lower. “What I’m asking is what methods am I allowed to use to make that happen?”

  “Methods?” Her gaze is hazed, lids hooded.

  “I want to lick your pussy, Pinky. I want to see if it’s as pink and pretty as the sweater you wore the first day I met you.” I hook my fingers under the waistband of her pajama pants. “I want to suck your clit until you scream my name.” My fingers brush against her pubic bone, sliding deeper to find her soaking wet for me. “Can I do that, Carly? Can I eat your pussy until you come?”

  “Do you always talk like this?” It takes her a few tries to get it out between choppy breaths.

  “Depends.” My touch barely slides over her clit, making her gasp. “Do you like it?”

  “I shouldn’t.”

  The comment makes me pause. “Are you an adult, Carly?”

  Her eyes work their way to mine. “Yes.”

  “And are you consenting to what’s happening here between us?”

  “Yes.” This time it snaps out fast and clipped.

  “Then there’s no shouldn’t about it. If you like it and it feels good, that’s all that matters.” I make another pass over the hard nub, the feel of it making my mouth water. “And if I do anything you don’t like or doesn’t feel good, then you just tell me and we stop.”

  “It does feel good, though.” Her eyes are closed again, head dropping back as I begin to work into a rhythm.

  “It’s not what I want, Pinky.” I lean into her ear. “I want my mouth on you. Can I have that?”

  Her eyes squeeze shut as she nods her head.

  “That’s not good enough. I need a yes or no.”

  Her lips roll in, pressing tight together.

  I yank my hand from her pants.

  Carly’s eyes fly open wide. “What just happened?”

  “I didn’t hear you say yes.”

  I need this to be a very clear process. The comment she made earlier makes me think Carly might have some fucked-up ideas about what she should and shouldn’t be, and I don’t want her to have any regrets about what happens between us.

  Any guilt.

  I want her to know she means to be here.

  With me.

  Carly grabs at my shoulders, her soft palms sliding over my skin before her nails dig in, biting into my flesh in the most perfect fucking way.

  It’s what she is. Sweet.

  With a bite.

  Soft.

  With tough edges she tried to hide.

  But I see them now.

  She grinds against me, fighting for the friction she thinks will make her come.

  I ease my body off hers, stealing that too.

  “What is wrong with you?” Carly tries to drag me back to her. “Why are you making this so hard?”

  “Because you’re special, Pinky.” I stop.

  She stares at me, clearly as surprised by what I said as I am.

  I watch her throat work as she swallows, her dark eyes never leaving my face as she gives me more than the answer I’m seeking.

  “I want you to do it. I want you to make me come with your mouth.”

  10

  THE WEIGHT OF Levi’s body hitting mine shoves out any air left in my lungs.

  There wasn’t much.

  I’m not sure I’ve taken a full breath since I stepped into that hallway, intent on convincing him to come back to his bed.

  I succeeded.

  Holy cow did I succeed. If I’d known what being in a bed with Levi was like I would have tried to get him into it a long time ago.

  Not true. A long time ago I would have pretended to not want to be in bed with him.

  Because that’s what nice girls are supposed to do.

  But I am a nice girl.

  Who also wants to have sex with this man. I want to see his naked body and touch it with my hands and taste it with my mouth.

  And I’m still a nice girl.

  “I want you naked, Pinky. Can I have that too?”

  “Yes.” It comes out easily this time. No reflexive hesitation making me hold the truth back.

  “Thank God.”

  Levi’s hands move deftly over my skin, pushing up the shirt he gave me to wear last night.

  “Why are you still wearing my shirt, Pinky?”

  I like the growl in his voice. The way it makes my stomach flip in anticipation.

  And excitement.

  I’ve always felt like sex was something to be ashamed of. Something I shouldn’t admit to wanting o
r enjoying.

  Because I was a nice girl.

  I am a nice girl.

  “Because it smells like you.” I breathe deep, inhaling the clean scent of his freshly scrubbed skin. “I like how you smell.”

  I just like him. He makes me feel stronger than I am. He makes me feel brave and free.

  Because he makes me feel safe.

  “You are hell-bent on being a challenge every step of the way, aren’t you, Pinky?” Levi pushes the soft fabric of the worn shirt higher.

  I lift my arms, watching him.

  I’ve never been this easy to get naked. I always played hard to get.

  Almost impossible.

  And once I was gotten, I certainly didn’t contribute much to the experience.

  Because I was a nice girl.

  I am a nice girl.

  Levi’s eyes slowly drag down my body, catching on my breasts. “Damn it, Pinky.”

  I smile. “I like it when you say that.”

  I’ve always been amiable. Accommodating.

  But for some reason this man finds me frustrating and difficult.

  And I like it.

  “You would.” His head drops and before I can catch my breath his mouth pulls one of my nipples deep, sucking as his tongue rolls across the tip.

  I almost hold back. Almost try to pretend it doesn’t feel as good as it does.

  But I’m a nice girl, and that would be rude.

  He’s working hard at this, and the least I can do is be appreciative.

  I hold his head in my hands as he continues to torture that single spot with his tongue and teeth. Every suck, every nip, shoots straight between my legs, making that area ache even more. I rub against him, trying to feel better. Trying to solve this problem he’s created.

  Levi’s hand grips my hip, pinning me in place. “You come for my mouth, Pinky. Not my fucking leg.”

  “Then do it.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, and it has nothing to do with the words it’s saying.

  Maybe it does a little.

  His wicked lips lift into a smirk. “I’ll do it when I’m ready to do it.” His head drops to my other breast, Levi’s warm breath skating across my skin as he continues to talk. “I’m not done here yet.”

  I didn’t realize physical intimacy could be so frustrating. “You’re making me regret walking across the hall, Levi.”

  His mouth barely breaks from my nipple. “You don’t mean that.”

  “Yes I do. If I’d known you were going to tease me I would have let you sleep on the floor.”

  His teeth scrape as he speaks. “It’s only teasing if I leave you suffering, and I promise to put you out of your misery.”

  He’s right. It’s what this is. Sweet, sexual misery.

  I wish he was as miserable as I am.

  Holy cow. I forgot he was only wearing a towel.

  I quickly reach down into the space he made between our bodies and grab the front where it’s still somehow magically tucked into itself.

  Not anymore.

  I whip the terrycloth away, throwing it as far from the bed as I can manage, and I don’t even pretend not to look. “Oh.”

  I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. “Is that a—” I tilt my head.

  I imagined places I couldn’t see in clothes would also be tattooed.

  I was not expecting them in this particular spot though.

  Almost every part of Levi’s arms, chest, and hands are covered in brightly-colored tattoos of every sort. Many are food, which makes sense, but as the tattoos get lower, they are darker, more erotic. Abstract lines that hint of tangled limbs cover his lower stomach. A thick serpent slides through the images, twisting lower until it curls down the length of his—

  “I wasn’t expecting you to full-on stare at it, Pinky.”

  “I can’t help it.” To say I’ve never seen anything like it is a significant understatement. “There’s a snake on your—”

  “My dick.” He finishes for me.

  “That.” I like hearing all the words Levi says, but using them myself feels forced. “Can I touch it?”

  “What?”

  “Can I touch it.” I manage to pull my eyes to his. “You asked my permission. I’m asking yours.”

  His lips barely quirk. “You’re a funny woman, Pinky.”

  “Is that a yes?” My fingers are twitchy and I’m not sure why. I’ve seen a penis before. Touched one on more than a few occasions.

  But none of them looked like this penis.

  And none of them were attached to this particular man, who I’m becoming more than a little fond of.

  Cook lets out a long breath. “Yeah. Sure.”

  I wrinkle my nose at him. “You don’t sound very excited.”

  “If you think I’m not very excited then you’re not paying attention, Pinky.” He nods to his erection. “Go on. Pet it. Hurry up.”

  “I don’t want to hurry up.” I cross my arms. I’ve never felt comfortable being like I’m being with him, and I don’t want to hold back now.

  I want to explore all the things I thought I shouldn’t.

  And I want to start with that snake.

  He stares at me for a second. “How about a compromise?”

  “What’s your compromise?”

  “You can touch me for as long as you are able.”

  I mull it over. It’s a trick. I’m positive of it.

  I’m also positive I’m willing to risk it, because I’m not ready to stop what’s happening, and I’m definitely not interested in just laying back like I’ve done every time before this.

  “Deal.” I don’t hesitate, I power through, being bold. I graze my fingers down his shaft, tip to base before wrapping them around his length. The skin is hot and smooth.

  Levi’s whole body is perfectly still for a second as I hold him, sliding my palm against the velvety feel of him. I slowly ease my grip down, fisting him gently as I stroke. A low groan drags from his lips and like almost everything else we’ve done, it shoots straight to the center of me.

  I don’t just want him to put his mouth on me.

  I want him to fill me.

  I move my hand faster, watching as the tip of his penis slides free, glistening with the evidence of the excitement I questioned. “Levi?”

  “Yes, Pinky.” His teeth are clenched, his jaw tight.

  “I want you to come too.”

  Because I’m a nice woman.

  He groans as I add in my other hand. At first I try to use it right next to my first, but then I decide to let it dip lower, carefully cradling the other part of him.

  His hips thrust, spearing his shaft through my grip. I can imagine what it would be like if those same hips were pressed tight against me, sliding his body into mine.

  It’s what I want. I want to feel this with him.

  “I want you.” I don’t stop what I’m doing. “I want you—” It takes another good breath for me to get the words I want to say out. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  “You would be a fast learner, wouldn’t you, Pinky?” He catches my wrists, pulling my hands from his body and pinning them to the bed at each side of my head. He rolls onto me, the hard length of his frame pressing me tight to the mattress. “This isn’t something you can just do on a whim, Pinky.” His eyes stay on mine.

  “I know that.”

  He shakes his head at me. “I’m not sure you do.” One hand drops mine and grips my pants, pulling them down my legs, stripping me bare beneath him. “And I’m not fucking you until I’m sure we’re on the same page.”

  Before I can argue, he’s shoving me up the bed and dropping his mouth to my body.

  Levi is ruthless. His tongue and lips are unrelenting as he takes the ache I’ve been fighting and turns it into an almost unbearable pleasure, licking me with a steady stroke of his tongue that makes my thighs start to shake almost immediately.

  When his finger slides into me I’m gone, grabbing at the sheets as my legs an
d lungs lock, his touch sending me soaring.

  My ears ring. My vision is blurry.

  I thought I’d had an orgasm before. I was sure of it.

  But this was—

  It was—

  “What just happened?” I blink, trying to clear my eyes.

  Levi chuckles low in my ear. “Nothing I can’t make happen again anytime you want, Pinky.” His body is warm beside mine as he curls around me, fitting his front to my back.

  I don’t even remember rolling to my side.

  I look down. “Should I put my clothes back on?”

  “Is that what you want to do?”

  His skin is pressed tight to mine, warm and smooth. His arm curls around my belly. “No.”

  “Then you should do what you want.”

  I wiggle back into him, earning a low grunt.

  “Maybe don’t do that.” Cook’s hand shoves a barrier of covers behind my bottom.

  “I could help with that.” I lean to peek at him over my shoulder. Levi’s eyes are closed.

  “Go to sleep, Pinky. We’ve got to get up in a few hours.”

  I drop my head to the pillow and smile.

  Because I know I’m still a nice woman.

  ****

  “LOOK AT YOU go.” Violet is waiting for me as I come in the front doors. She’s loitering around the guard station, trying her hand at flirting with the most recent addition to the security staff. She gives me a once-over. “You’re smiling, but you’re still walking a straight line so I’m a little disappointed.

  The guard turns away, but not before I see his face pink up.

  He’s going to have to get used to this sort of thing if he wants to enjoy his job here. Somehow Elm Grove has become a gathering place for every feisty old woman within a twenty mile radius.

  And once you get them together they are almost unmanageable.

  “So.” Violet’s brows don’t match today and they are lopsided as they climb up her forehead. “Did you kiss him?”

  “Maybe.”

  Oh boy did I kiss him.

  “And?” Violet turns her walker to head in the same direction I’m going.

  I keep my pace slow so she can keep up with me as I head to my office. “And it would appear that you might have been right.”