Chasing Bad Boys 4_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

  “Fuck me…” Kate whispered. Then, Sean grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up. Looking for the ideal angle of penetration, Kate leaned back a little. Her gardener grabbed his cock with his right hand and led it inside her soaking wet pussy.

  Sensing his slow, deep penetration, Kate tilted her head back.

  “Oh, yeah…” she sighed with her hands on his chest, looking right into his eyes. Upon the sight of her beautiful tits, Sean put his arms around her and pressed her down, against him. He then took her hands off her back and got busy with her breasts. Kate’s pussy was so wet that it did not take long for it to engulf his entire cock. His hands pressed her tits against each other before he stuck his lips on her left nipple.

  But Kate was too aroused for anything slow. Everything he had done earlier had made her crazy with lust. She desperately needed a hard pounding and an even more explosive orgasm than the one he had given her earlier.

  So, she took his left hand off her right boob and led it onto her ass, breathing softly on his skin. She leaned forward, laid a soft kiss on his left cheek and whispered in his left ear:

  “You shouldn’t have teased me so much earlier. Now, fucking pound me…”

  Tired as he was, Sean could not say no to his beautiful boss. He eagerly filled his palms with her butt cheeks, but he would not stop his breast worship. It would have to be hands-free, but he did not mind. He quickened his pace and sought her lips. They finally locked in a long, passionate kiss. Kate’s juices were flowing down her thighs. She was moaning in his mouth.

  Ending their kiss, Sean gently slapped her left butt cheek and opened his eyes, only to discover that she was already squinting at him.

  “That a boy. Come on, fuck me hard…” She groaned. Then, Kate felt his hands grabbing her ass in a tighter hold; his short nails dug into her silky flesh. His short, fast thrusts were filling her with pleasure as she breathed hard down his neck. Sean took her right nipple in his mouth, quickening his pace even more. He licked it in a circular motion and bit it gently.

  Kate’s second orgasm was close. By now, their moans were filling the room. His big, hard cock was deep inside her, filling her up and the feel of his tongue on her nipples sent her one step closer to heaven.

  “I’m cumming…” she screamed. Within seconds, her body shook violently. Kate shivered in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. She flooded Sean’s cock with pussy juices. His climax was loud and aggressive. He pulled his cock out of her warm pussy. A big surge of sperm shot out of it and landed on her left butt cheek. Kate collapsed onto him, exhausted and panting.

  Chapter Five

  “Looks like a got a new neighbor. And he’s got a lot of stuff…”

  At 9:30am the next morning, looking out through the kitchen window, Kate observed four huge trucks passing her house and stopping at the estate to the left of hers. In a red robe, she waited for Isabelle to wake up while she and Monica were catching up. Monica wore her pink velour pajamas.

  “I don’t mean to insult your husband, but your neighbors seem much richer than him. I saw a Lamborghini parked outside that house this morning. What does he drive again?” Ever the teaser, Monica was in the mood again, pouring coffee into a red coffee mug.

  “He drives a BMW M3. It’s blue, by the way. Cost him $115,000. Fast cars are a ‘guy thing’, I guess.” Kate rolled the white curtain, turned around and returned to the kitchen table. She sat closer to the sink, across the counter where Monica was making coffee.

  “Don’t say that, Kate. I have a thing for fast cars, too. I love them, really.” Both women heard Isabelle’s somewhat raspy, early-morning voice echoing in the corridor.

  “And I would love to take that car for a spin.” Isabelle emerged with a smile on her face. Her hair was messy and her eyes were puffy. Wearing a crème shirt and the pants of her purple silk pajamas, she looked quite excited with the idea of driving a fast sports car.

  “Yeah, our little girl is oozing with testosterone sometimes. Hey… Isn’t that Mark’s shirt?” Monica went on to tease Isabelle as well. Mark was her ex-boyfriend.

  “Yeah, it is. And, I’m not. You can judge me all you want, Mon. You’ll only know when you actually drive one. Trust me.” She winked at her.

  “Whatever. Want some of this coffee?” Monica would not argue with her.

  “Yeah, sure.” Isabelle then pulled a brown, wooden chair and took a seat across Kate.

  “So… What do you guys wanna do today?” Kate sipped some coffee.

  “Dunno… I’m still a little tired. Hey, turn on the TV. Maybe we’ll catch a glimpse of the guy who saved us the other day,” Isabelle suggested. Kate picked up the remote control from the kitchen table; she was curious to discover his identity.

  Quite naturally, Dean Marshall was still being discussed on TV panels that day. Such a feat from a passenger had made history and it would take a while for the thing to blow over. There was a report on CBS and a big picture of him in the middle of the screen. Monica and Isabelle recognized him, but they did not expect Kate’s reaction.

  “Hey… Is that the man you’re talking about, Mon? The guy who took up the pilot’s seat?” Kate’s voice was shaking, as she pointed at the TV.

  “Yeah, that’s him. Kate, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something…” Monica was between her two friends with a white coffee mug in her right hand, but would not sit down. Nevertheless, Kate would not speak. Instead, she lowered her eyes and got lost in her thoughts for several seconds. Having enough of her friend’s strange behavior, Isabelle yelled:

  “Kate!”

  Abruptly snapping out of it, the young woman jolted and faced Isabelle.

  “Nothing. I…I don’t wanna talk about it. It’s just something I…remembered.” Her almost inaudible voice did not convince either of them, but they would not force the issue. It was clear that whatever Kate had to say about Dean was really personal and neither of them had the will to pursue the matter any further. Furthermore, they had big plans for their holiday in New York. They had not been there in more than four years.

  “So…Where’s your boy toy, Kate? Was he up for the task last night?” Monica teased her again.

  “Well, judging by what our friend’s screams, he was. Wasn’t he, Kate?” Isabelle picked up where her friend left off. Monica pressed her elbow against Isabelle’s back.

  Kate smirked. Still shook up by the news though, she ignored them and kept staring at the table.

  “Yep. He was pretty good. He left like an hour ago. But I’ve had better,” she stated in a low tone. Isabelle looked over her shoulder and up at Monica. They had not heard of that story, but Kate was quick to discourage them from asking anything about it.

  “Guys, I hate to be a buzzkill, but I’m really not in the mood for going out. I’d rather stay in tonight. We can always order take-out; watch a few shows on Netflix. Please, don’t ask why. Let’s just say I’ve lost my appetite.” She sipped some more coffee and eased her mug down, before she rose from her seat. Kate was about to leave the kitchen altogether, when Isabelle grabbed her by her left forearm.

  “I really wanna hear about the best sex you’ve ever had. What was so special about it?” Isabelle’s curiosity was showing in her voice.

  “Well, everything. But, not right now. Maybe some other time. There are a few things we need to discuss first,” Kate raised her voice, smiling down at Isabelle.

  “Well, don’t just stand there. Why did you get up, anyway?” Monica squinted at her.

  “Never mind.” Kate returned to her seat.

  Unable to shake the feeling that their friend was hiding something from them, Monica sat between Kate and Isabelle. She was compelled to ask.

  “Kate, do you know Marshall? Why did you get so upset earlier?” She even reached out and placed her left hand on Kate’s fingers.

  “He’s bad news.” She shook her head downward and sideways.

  “Dean Marshall is nothing more than a spoiled brat who loves manipulating people. Yo
u’re saying that he was a hero two days ago, but I think he did that just to save himself. Yeah, he’s a great-looking guy, tall, athletic… But, trust me. There are far better men than him out there. Izzy…” She averted her gaze from Monica and looked at Isabelle.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Promise me you’re not gonna date this guy. Stay away from him, ok? You deserve so much better, baby.” Kate’s pleading tone confused them both.

  “I will, but first you gotta tell me who told you about all this. Did Jonathan talk to you about him?” Isabelle rubbed her fingers against Kate’s.

  “No. Let’s just say that my source is quite reliable.” Kate spoke in riddles, but Isabelle had no reason to doubt her. Besides, he was hundreds of miles away. Chances of her running into him again were very slim indeed. The three friends were happy to be reunited even though they would not be going out that night. There was plenty of time for partying in fancy clubs. For now, though, all they needed was each other’s company.

  Chapter Six

  “Mmmm… Yummy!”

  Lying on the one of the two couches, Isabelle was drooling over pizza, flipping through the pages of a brochure of a local Italian restaurant. Meanwhile, Monica was going over a TV guide on the couch closer to the front door while Kate was talking to Jonathan on the phone. As flight attendants, the two friends’ diet consisted of plenty of vegetables. However, now they were about to taste some real food and they were excited.

  “Let’s see. Yeah, horror movies are definitely outta the question. I don’t wanna lose my appetite. No macho crap, either. Hmm…Yeah, I haven’t seen The Big Short yet. Hey, Isabelle, wanna watch The Big Short? I saw a trailer online. I think it’s good.” Monica was waiting for a response, but Isabelle was too hungry to take her eyes off the menu. After a pretty much uneventful day, they were looking forward to this moment and as an Italian cuisine fan, she completely ignored her friend.

  “Fine…The Big Short it is. Next time, pay attention.” Monica hummed. Kate returned with her cell phone in her right hand, puffing.

  “Yep. He’s not coming for another week, at least.” She was frustrated.

  “Bacon, pepperoni, double cheese, thin crust…” Isabelle chirped and tossed the menu on the table. Kate began to dial the number of that restaurant. At that moment though, the three friends heard a loud, piercing sound. It was very close and crystal clear, as if it was coming from the street. It took Isabelle a few seconds to realize what it was.

  “I think your neighbor is a musician. That’s an electric guitar. He sounds pretty good,” she remarked. However, Kate did not appreciate the noise, especially when she was about to speak on the phone. Two minutes later, after she had managed to place their order, she was very angry. Still in her red robe, she announced:

  “I need to put some clothes on and go give that moron a piece of my mind.” Her voice had gotten high-pitched.

  “Kate, don’t. You shouldn’t fight with your new neighbor. Let me put on my sneakers and I’ll go,” Isabelle interjected.

  Five minutes later, she exited the house. There were no houses to the right, so Isabelle climbed down the few steps and paused for a moment. But it was quite obvious to her that Kate’s new neighbor was the loud guitarist, as soon as she covered the thirty yards of distance to his house.

  Unlike the Miles’ estate, this plot was much larger and looked nothing like it either. Just after the large driveway, where Isabelle saw that black Lamborghini earlier, there was a massive, black power gate. For some reason, it was open. A 40ft-long and 5ft-wide walkway separated the huge loan. It was lined with small, white stones. A row of small lights was on the edge of each side of the lawn. The walkway led to a large, dark-brown front door. However, Isabelle did not have to walk all the way to the door. Clearly, despite the chilly weather, Kate’s new neighbor was outside, playing the guitar. He was on the left side of the lawn, facing Kate’s house near the upper left corner, with a guitar in his hands. A big amplifier was also facing her house.

  “That explains it…

  Although Isabelle was still quite far from him to make out any details, she soon realized that he was very tall. The young flight attendant began to walk quickly towards him, in the starry, but moonless night. Isabelle could only see part of his chin. Strumming his guitar, the big man could not hear Isabelle approaching him from behind. At twenty feet away, she found out what he had on: Black jeans and a black, leather jacket. Isabelle then quickened her pace.

  When she finally reached his spot, she stopped less than two feet behind him and slightly to his left. She extended her left arm and placed her hand on his shoulder. Immediately, the stranger threw his pick down and grabbed her fingers with his right hand. The echo of his music was still in the air when Isabelle heard his voice:

  “I think I know who this hand belongs to… Ms. Stiles, isn’t it?” After finishing his sentence, he slowly turned around and faced her. It was Dean Marshall…

  “Oh!” Isabelle exclaimed and pulled her hand away from him instinctively. She could not believe her eyes. Kate’s new neighbor was the man who had saved the lives of nearly 200 people and the man her friend had warned her about just that morning. She could not utter a word. She just stood there with her eyes wide open.

  “How can this be?

  “I’d normally wait for you to speak, Ms. Stiles. But… You’re obviously too shocked to say anything. You never gave me your first name. What does the ‘I’ on your name tag stand for?” His manly voice filled her ears, sending her pulse rising.

  “I…Isabelle,” she mumbled after a few seconds.

  “Very nice to meet you, Isabelle. Is there anything I can do for you or should I keep practicing? Why are you here?” He took a step closer to her.

  “Um… uh… Mr. Marshall…” Her trembling voice left him no choice but to ask her to speak up.

  “I’d love to hear that sweet voice of yours again, Isabelle. I can’t hear you.” He leaned forward, towards her and mellowed his voice.

  “Yeah… Um, you’re Kate’s new neighbor? How come?” She squinted at him.

  “Who’s Kate? Forget I asked. Let’s go over to my porch. It’s right next to you…”

  Chapter Seven

  In a state of shock, Isabelle looked to her right and realized that Dean was telling her the truth. Indeed, fifteen feet to her right there was a porch, but it was completely dark and she could not see it. He passed by her; the smell of leather, mixed with his own scent filled her nostrils. Dean then pressed on the light switch in front of him. In the middle of the porch, there was a small, beige bamboo table along with two beige bamboo chairs.

  “Ladies first…” he insisted. Right after she took a seat, Isabelle did not know where to start. Dozens of questions were rushing through her mind.

  “Can I get you anything? Oh, crap…” Dean banged his forehead with his right hand. “I forgot I just moved here. All I got is some cold water. Sorry about that. Anyway…” He pulled the guitar strap over his head. Dean owned a gorgeous black Gibson.

  “No, thanks. I’m good. That’s a fancy guitar you got there… Dean.” At last, Isabelle worked up the courage to address him.

  “Thanks. You know what they say: ‘Small world.’” Dean held his hands shoulder-width apart and at his eye level, flexing his index and middle fingers at the beginning and at the end of his phrase. Isabelle often found the use of air quotes annoying but, at that point, she was so overwhelmed by emotion that she actually liked it. She even laughed briefly.

  “Yeah, you’re right about that,” she chuckled.

  “Well, I last saw you in Washington. What brings you to New York? Aren’t you flight attendants supposed to be on the move all the time?” Dean got curious. His smile sent shivers down Isabelle’s spine.

  “I got two weeks off. We’re visiting a friend and former colleague. She lives next door…”

  “We?”

  “We as in ‘me and Monica.’ Remember the tall brunette?” Isabelle’s eyes spa
rkled with excitement.

  “Tall brunette? Oh, you mean the girl with those insane legs?” Dean’s question insulted her a bit. She did not want to hear anything about other women. Isabelle lowered her eyes; her smile disappeared.

  “Oops, my bad.” Dean raised his right hand in the air apologetically, admitting his mistake.

  “I guess that’s her. After all, she was the tallest flight attendant the other day.”

  “You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, aren’t you?” he asked her.

  “I guess you just bought this place. Right?” Monica faced him again.

  “Right.”

  “One other thing: Seriously, what the hell are you doing out here? I mean, sure, you can play whenever you like, but, aren’t you cold? I’ve been out for what… five minutes, and I’m freezing!” Isabelle rubbed her shoulders with her hands.

  “It must be your eyes… Man, how stupid of me.” Dean literally jumped from his seat and quickly got rid of his leather jacket. He then went over to Isabelle and covered her back with it.

  “Dean, what are you doing there? What do you mean ‘my eyes?’” She protested, but he would not take no for an answer.

  “You got penetrating eyes, Isabelle. I got distracted. Totally forgot you might be cold,” he murmured, returning to his seat. Dean only had a white tee on. His flattery brought Isabelle’s smile back to her face. Much more comfortable now, she went on: