Chasing Bad Boys 4_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

  “Ok, roomy.” She patted him on the nose with her finger. “I’ll be visiting you at your workshop, every chance I get.”

  “If it hadn’t been for Matt, I’d be considering other things.” Bruce sighed.

  “Why?” Melissa asked. “What did he do?”

  “I saw Vince the other day.” He went on. “He said the club would get into legitimate businesses in the near future. I really wanted to believe him. A member told Matt that they wouldn’t. It was all a lie. By the way, they arrested him and all the members of the Boston charter this morning. The cops said that they found them, using the GPS trackers in the bags.”

  “That’s good news. Do you want to know what I think?” She posed one more question.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well…” Melissa took a deep breath. “Even if they didn’t get arrested, if you went back to them, you’d end up in prison or dead. It’s just too dangerous, Bruce. You’d always have to worry about getting shot or arrested.”

  “That’s why I left the club in the first place.” He laughed.

  “I’ve missed you, baby…” She whispered, looking deep into his eyes. “In fact, I’ve missed you so much that…” Melissa tilted her head towards him. “I can’t to feel your hands on me again.”

  “I can’t say ‘no’ to that.” Bruce said with a grin, angling his lips for a kiss. But then, Melissa put her fingers over his mouth and stopped him.

  “Not here.” She said, her voice a husky whisper. “My bedroom’s upstairs. Follow me.” She put her hands on the cushion, her feet back down on the floor and stood up. Melissa offered him her hand. Bruce took it and rose from the couch, feeling his heart beating fast in his chest. He was tired, but nothing could keep him from touching her again. On their way to her bedroom, he kept scanning her body, from top to bottom and vice versa.

  “You’re killing me, baby. You really are. Look at those legs. I could kiss them for hours. That back? It’s just beautiful. And that ass? I want to do all kinds of crazy things to it. I love everything about you, Melissa. And I’m going to prove it to you again tonight, tomorrow night and every night after that if you let me.”

  Just when Bruce closed her bedroom door behind him, Melissa wrapped her arms around his upper back and tilted her head up to meet his lips. He put his arms on her back and held her close, as their lips locked in a long, soft kiss. Savoring the sensation of her mouth on his, he wandered his hands over her back and her big, luscious ass. She stroked his firm flesh, as he cupped her butt cheeks, feeling her nipples on his chest and her hot breath on his face. Within seconds, Bruce had a massive erection. Short, quick sighs were escaping Melissa. Their kiss was growing more intense by the second.

  “Lay down for me.” She whispered, taking him completely by surprise. He would love to do everything right from the start and worship her body yet again, but it seemed like Melissa had different plans. Bruce kept his mouth shut and removed his hands from her body. He obliged and watched, as she slowly approached her king size bed, sensually swaying her hips. She put her hands down on the bed and climbed into it, maintaining eye contact with him. The lustful look in her eyes aroused him. Melissa crawled up the bed and stopped over his manhood. Licking her lips like a hungry predator, she took her right hand off the mattress and put it on the base of his shaft. She sat back on her knees, closed her eyes and bent her head towards it, opening her mouth. Waves of pleasure shot through his body, when he sensed his big, hard cock getting lost in her hot, wet mouth. Bruce squeezed his eyes shut, as she began to slowly jerk his cock, taking more of it down her throat. She lifted her left hand and put it on his lower abdomen. Moving her head up and down his manhood, squirming over the skin of his cock, she squeezed his rock hard abs. Moans of pleasure were leaving his full lips, as her breasts rhythmically swayed back and forth. Melissa jerked his manhood even faster, licking the cockhead with quick circles. Her nipples brushed against his groin, hardening with the friction of his skin pressing against hers. By now, Bruce was desperate to penetrate her.

  “I want you to fuck me from me behind.” She said in a husky tone, pulling his massive cock out of her mouth. Thrilled by the idea, he gave her a cunning smile and hurriedly sat up. He waited for her to crawl up the bed and then he crawled down the bed on his hands and knees. Bruce turned his body to the left and sat up. Positioning himself behind her, he looked down at her ass, as he grabbed his cock with his right hand. He led it to her entrance, placing his left hand on her hip. Melissa’s pussy was so wet from their previous encounter that his cock glided effortlessly into her depths.

  “God, it’s so big… So wet.” She moaned, tilting her head almost all the way back.

  “You took real good care of it, baby.” Bruce said, his voice riddled with passion. He put his right hand on her other hip, as his manhood reached her outer rim. Feeling her moisture on his thick shaft, he began to thrust her fast and hard, right from the start. Melissa’s worship on his manhood had driven him crazy with lust. Staring down at her butt cheeks, as they wobbled with each of his thrusts, he slid both hands down her hips. Bruce kneaded her juicy ass, as small drops of sweat were flowing down his chiseled abs. Loving her loud moans of pleasure, as they echoed in her bedroom, he took his hands off of her ass. A deeper groan escaped her, as he slapped her butt cheeks. Melissa looked up at him, over her right shoulder.

  “Faster, baby.” She urged, her voice low and husky. Her words sent him into a frenzy. Bruce spread her butt cheeks and quickened his pace, making her feel every inch of his large, throbbing cock in her soaking wet pussy. He grabbed and held onto her ass, as his big, heavy balls were slapping against it. Their moans were so loud that they were echoing in the corridor that led to her bedroom. Moving his gaze up her body, he saw drops of sweat dripping down her back, catching a glimpse of her breasts, as they swayed back and forth. His pulsing cock in her pussy, made Melissa shiver in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her hot juices on his shaft, Bruce would not pull out. He exploded into orgasm deep inside her, his manly groans audible over hers. Exhausted and gasping for breath, he tumbled into bed next to her. Melissa lay on her chest, turned her head to the left and faced him, panting as well.

  “Did you like it?” She asked.

  “Like it?” He laughed, running his right hand up her back. “I loved it. I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby.” She purred, snuggling up to him.

  “Quick question.” He gasped. “Why didn’t you let me carry you upstairs? I thought women liked that.”

  “We do.” She admitted. “But we’d probably end up doing it on the stairs. And they’re not very comfortable, are they?”

  “No.” He chuckled. “You and I in Boston. Who would have thought? You’re going to love it, Melissa.”

  “I know.” She whispered. It was at that moment that Bruce saw the happiest look in his beloved Melissa’s eyes. They seemed to glow, like two tiny diamonds in the pale moonlight light that was coming through her window, making his heart flutter. He tilted his head towards her. Their lips joined in their softest kiss so far, filled with the endless love that they had for each other.

  Melissa had stolen his heart, ever since the moment that he saw her outside his hotel. Their relationship had to end fast, but he was too in love for her to let her go. He went back for her. In a stunning turn of events, she lost her father. Her distrust pushed him away, but, not allowing his ego to stand in the way of his happiness, Bruce gave their relationship another chance. He was looking forward to a life with her in his birthplace, dreaming of the things that they would share, good or bad. Life is full of hardships, but Bruce was prepared to face any obstacles along the way, as long as they were together…

  BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2

  Chapter One

  This is my life, and it’s a good one. It’s a simple life. Well, simple for a business man, I suppose. My name is James Mont, and I consider myself to be an exceptional human being. I don’t necessarily mea
n that I am a crazy nice guy or anything like that; I just mean I’m exceptional. You can call it vanity if you want, but I know it’s true. Although I believe there is a fine line between vanity and just having greatness.

  You can call it narcissism if you really want to, but for me, I just know I’m that man women want and that man that other men want to be. This is true for a number of reasons. One, I am a multi-billionaire who really does not do much to maintain that status. My business was inherited, and in the past year alone I have tripled our annual income. I live extravagantly, and sometimes I live lazily because I can. I own a dietary supplement line, and they sell like hot cakes; we cater to both men and women athletes. Second reason, I am fit. As the CEO of a large corporation that promotes healthy living, I have to stay fit. Honestly, I do more work out in gyms than I do working in the office, but it's okay because I love working out. I am fine looking, and I know it. Rich, fit, confident –who wouldn’t want to be me? And throw all those things together and you get the third reason why I am one to be envied: women love me. Even this bitch: Éclair Beauchene, and yes, that’s French.

  Éclair is my business rival, owning the second largest dietary supplement line in the nation right behind me. While she’s definitely got me beat on a world-wide scale, I have the numbers within the states where my fellow American’s eat up stupid stuff like steroids and vitamins. My business, I like to remind her, has much greater successes. Despite being my rival, Éclair is my favorite little Fuck Buddy, and she is more than happy to be so despite our differences in the business world. Looking back, I’m not really sure how that happened. There was always a sexual tension between us whenever we would try to strike a deal: we were always buying up each other’s old factories or trying to trade and buy ingredients to various products, and we had always wound up in heated discussions that often involved shouting matches. One evening in her office we really had gotten into it, and then all of a sudden we weren’t yelling anymore and had started making out.

  There is no denying that Éclair and I have an unusual relationship. It’s just for the sex, and we are both pleased to keep it that way. We’re both athletes and CEO’s –an unusual combination, but it works for both of us. Our relationship, apart from the physical aspect, is one of intellect –quite different from most of the women I run with. Right now we are in my flat in LA, the bedroom, of course, because where else would we be?

  It had been Éclair’s idea to put a mirror on my ceiling; she had been joking, of course, but it is turning out to be one of the best things I’ve done for myself in a considerable amount of time. We’re on top of the blankets, and I’m lying on my back as she straddles me. I’m not sure whether to look at her breasts or stare up at the mirror on the ceiling at her backside. I find my eyes jumping back and forth between the two. She is the kind of woman who likes to be in control, but every once in a while she surprises me. “Veux-tu esayer l’amour en levrette?” she asks in the middle of a pant, and I have no idea what she is saying. She knows I love the French thing.

  “Oui,” I say, and she hurries off of me and proceeds to prop herself up on her hands and knees. “Oh! Oui!” I say and get on my knees behind her and press myself into her vagina.

  “Oui! Plus vite!” she shouts, and I speed up as I wrap my arms around her front side to pull myself further into her with each thrust. “James!” she shrieks. I hold her around her waist with one hand and play with her breasts with the other. She drops down further, lifting her backside up higher towards me with her forearms on the bed.

  We both enjoy pushing our bodies to the breaking point. It’s the athletes in us that makes this all the more fun. She moves with me, and I swear she is going to break my pelvis from the fierce movements. She stretches out her arms and lifts one of her legs, and in one swift movement, she flips over with me still inside her –creating a tingling sensation I have not felt before. The human body is not meant to move like that, but she manages. I’m on top of her nose, staring down at her. A part of me wonders if she is staring at my bare ass in the mirror above us the way I had been doing with her. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, forcing me down on top of her.

  She is so wet we might as well be doing this in the hot tub –which we have done before, but this is just as sexy. I press my mouth against her, stifling both of our groans. She is in a kinkier mood than usual; she wants it bad. It like we’re still fighting even when we’re having sex; the intense aggression makes me think she is pissed off about something and is taking it out on my body. Not that I mind. I like it when Éclair gets feisty. She puts her tongue in my mouth; I swear, it’s like she’s trying to choke me with it. Something is definitely up with her tonight.

  Our lips part, and I am able to raise my head up just enough to see her face. Her eyes are shut tight, and she is gritting her teeth. Her long, blonde hair is spread out in all directions. Her adorable button nose that I often make fun of (but secretly find attractive), is scrunched up. I can see her abs flex with each of my movements as she experiences a long-winded orgasm. I lean down and bite her neck –harder than I intended, but I know she loves it when she’s in one of these wild moods. I move up her neck towards her ear, and I whisper with a warm breath that makes her shutter, “Come on, Éclair, let me hear you…” I know she is holding back a scream; she does not like to give me a big head, but I can see it in her face as her cheeks turn red from holding her breath.

  “Oh God!” her cry is loud and high pitched, and it only turns me even more. “Oh God! Oh God!” she’s really going now. Her screams grow louder as do her groans. “James! Oh, God, James!” Her body twitches as though she had just been electrocuted and shock waves are rushing through her veins. She opens her eyes for just a second, and I can see those weird as hell purple eyes of hers. She has something called Alexandra Genesis –it’s some freaky genetic thing that makes her eyes that awesome shade, and it also prevents her from growing any hair downstairs. I’m not complaining; I prefer a clean shaved woman. I love those purple eyes, though. She’s still groaning; she shuts her eyes again and bites her bottom lip.

  I explode inside of her which normally gets her pretty pissed off, but she’s so damn horny today I don’t think she minds. To prevent her from giving me hell about it, I help her keep her erotic high by stimulating her with my still hard cock and, once the big guy starts to calm down; I continue rubbing her with my fingers until she seems almost dead from the intense pleasure. She falls asleep which is against the rules –our unusual set of rules we have to keep things from getting too serious. I don’t mind, though. I throw a sheet over us both, and she, in a sleepy daze, lays her head on my chest.

  Chapter Two

  I slowly blink my eyes open. That was one hell of a night. Nights with Éclair are always crazy like that, though, although last night had certainly been exceptional. I roll over, my eyes squinted as I search for her amongst she sheets. She’s not in bed, and I frown. I had thought I would actually wake up next to her for once, but clearly I was wrong. She probably left in the middle of the night. I am still wearing a dissatisfied frown as I sit up slowly. “Don’t look so disappointed.” I hear Éclair’s voice as she enters my bedroom. She’s wearing my white button up, and I don’t think she’s wearing much else. She is a damn tease sometimes.

  She has two cups of coffee, “I hope you don’t mind, but I helped myself to your kitchen this morning.” She hands me a cup.

  “Thanks,” I say and take a sip. I grimace slightly; it’s that nasty coffee I keep in my apartment for her that I only pretend to enjoy. I place the coffee cup down on my nightstand, and she does the same with hers. She sits down on the side of my bed and props a leg up, and I see that she definitely is not wearing any underwear. I cannot help myself.

  I reach towards her to touch her inner thigh, but she puts her leg down and waves a finger in my face. “Not now, James.”

  She really is a tease. “Awe, sweetheart, you are playing with me.” I say, “And you and I both k
now you’d be more than happy to have at it again.”

  Éclair laughs at me. “You wish.”

  I reach for her quicker this time, and I manage to grab her shoulders and playfully force her down on her back as I scurry out from under the blankets. I get on top of her, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. My cock is rested on her stomach. “You certainly sounded like you were having fun last night,” I say and lean down to kiss her neck.

  “Darling, I have business to attend to.” She says and touches my chest with the tips of her fingers. “As do you, I am sure.”

  “It can wait,” I say and rush to unbutton the top she threw on. No bra either. Fantastic. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and play with her nipple with my tongue.

  “I want to talk to you about my business offer.” She says, and my erection disappears faster than if she had told me to visualize my own grandmother.

  “Ugh.” I grumble and roll off of her, “Why do you always do that?” I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

  She laughs and sits up, my white button up still draped on her shoulders. “Your company is only doing well in the states. It’s not worth as much as you think. I am willing to purchase it for-”

  “No.” I snap. “I told you, I’m not selling. And we’re doing just fine, thanks. Our sales have you beat in the states anyways.”

  “You’re thinking too small.” Éclair says and then suddenly throws herself on top of me, “How much? You tell me what you would sell it for.”

  “It’s not for sale.” I say again, “And we’re done here. Get off me.”

  Éclair huffs and jumps off of me. She stands, “I’m not so easily ignored, James. You know this, don’t you?”

  “Believe me, I know. You’ve been barking up that tree ever since we first met.” I stand and locate my underwear and pants. I’m not going to walk around completely naked while she talks numbers and stocks. “You’re relentless. You’re not buying me out, Éclair.”