BAD BOY'S KISS: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Naomi West

  He spread her lips with one hand and began to tongue her clit, setting off explosions in her head.

  She thrust her hips forward, wishing he'd never stop playing with her.

  A finger slid in and began to stroke her g-spot.

  Fireworks went off in her body, her muscles losing control as she writhed and screamed out her orgasm under his expert hand and tongue. She continued to grind on him, the pleasure mounting again as he brought her to a new level of pleasure.

  He smiled against her lips, and brought a finger up to encircle her clit. “Like that?” he asked.

  “Oh. My. God,” she said between gasps. “Are you ready again?”

  “You gonna doubt me, babe?”

  “No,” she said, panting for breath. “Never again. Come here and lay down.”

  He laid down and took her in his arms again, pulled her against his hard body. He roamed over her with his hands, rubbing a palm over her nipples, lightly scratching her back, squeezing her ass. They kissed again, their tongues entwining as they held each other close.

  After a long moment of this, and his hard cock sawing against her wet slit, Star grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.

  “What are you -?”

  “My turn to be in control,” she said as she slid a leg over his hips, mounting him like he mounted his bike. She kept her eyes on his, gazing deep, as she reached beneath her and grabbed his cock. She pointed him at her pussy and began to lower herself.

  Tanner threw his head back, groaning as she slid down and engulfed him to the hilt. He grabbed her hips with both hands, squeezed her tight, and began to guide her up and down his full length.

  Star could hardly believe how close she was to another orgasm. She threw her head back, moaning as she felt him bottom out in her. Every stroke down, she ground her clit against the base of his cock, and every stroke up his cock dragged over her g-spot. She rubbed her breast, pulled lightly at her nipple, and continued to ride him like a stallion.

  He continued to lift her off his cock, keeping a steady rhythm. Soon, though, he started to speed up. She could tell he was close to losing himself, to just pounding into her. That was definitely not part of her plan, though.

  She reached down and grabbed both his hands. “Not yet,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, surprised, but not bothering to put up any resistance.

  “I mean,” she said, her voice husky and laden with desire, “I've fucked you enough to know when you're getting ready to cum.” She gathered up both of his hands and leaned forward, pinning them to the mattress above his head. “I want to make you last, biker boy, and show you how I say 'thank you.'”

  He just grinned up at her, and she rewarded him with a long, deep kiss.

  She ground her hips on him, taking her time as she fucked herself on his hard cock. She arched her back, moaning as another orgasm roiled her body, sending lightning from her toes to her fingertips. She pulled her lips away and replaced them with her breast.

  He took her nub between his lips, alternating between a light bite and a delicious swirl of his tongue. Still, she fucked Tanner, riding him till she was ready to be done with him.

  He thrust his hips up, meeting each of her downward movements, guiding his hips counter to hers. He moved faster and faster. Her whole body rocked with her orgasm, her whole being shivering and shaking as her abs contracted. She let his arms go from above his head so he could wrap them around her and hold her close. Her orgasm screamed out of her, in a long, keening wail, as she came on Tanner's hard cock.

  He nearly screamed with her as his hips went into a frantic pace. He bit down on her shoulder, clamping back his own noises as he thrust in and out of her, filling her pussy to the brim with his seed.

  Exhausted, Star collapsed on Tanner's broad chest. All the worries of the past weeks disappeared, and all her concerns with her landlord packed up and left. Left behind, was just the ecstatic white glow of post-coital bliss. She slid off him and hooked a naked leg over his, cuddled up to his sweaty, sexy form.

  Maybe, she thought somewhere in the back of her mind, just maybe they could make this work? That wasn't too crazy, was it? Or too much to ask from a universe that had already screwed her over so royally?

  But, if they couldn't, Star found herself hoping she wasn't pregnant yet. Because, when she was, this might end just when it was starting to really get fun.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tanner

  Tanner awoke with a start and looked around him. A thousand thoughts and recriminations raced through his head. None of this was supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to end up with a woman like Star. She wasn't from his world, from the road. She didn't understand him or the boys.

  If his father hadn't died, hadn't put the damn money in that trust fund, he never would have even met her. She'd have just been some girl who got turned down for a cocktail waitress job at the Old Crow. But, here he was, sleeping in her bed, with her naked body curled up against his.

  She didn't want him. She wanted his money, plain and simple.

  But, if that were true, why was he still lying there? Why was he pulling her warm body closer to his?

  He shook his head at himself. “What in the fuck am I doing?” he murmured.

  “Huh?” Star groggily asked from his shoulder. She opened her eyes and smiled when she, too, realized he was still there. “Hi, you.”

  “Hey,” Tanner replied, not knowing what else to say. This was all becoming a little too real for him. He sucked in a breath and shifted his position a little.

  “Sleep okay?” she asked, her hand idly playing over his chest. Her finger went down to his nipple, began to circle.

  “Yeah, I guess,” he said, his eyes tracking down to her fingers teasing him. “Listen, I've been thinking . . . what do you want out of this?”

  “Out of what?” she asked. “You mean us having sex?”

  “No, I guess I mean life. Have you thought about it? What do you want to do with the money if you get pregnant? Do you want to have more kids after this?”

  “I don't really know,” she said, her head still on his chest. “Pay off my debts, first. Then, after the baby's born, I'm not sure. Go to school? It's a lot of money, but it won't last forever.”

  School. That's what she'd do with her payout.

  “Would you leave town?”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “Well, I mean there's nothing for you here.”

  “I – well – hmmm.” She lifted her head off his chest and looked him in the face. “What about you, Tanner Rainier? What do you want out of this?” she asked, emphasizing the word “you.”

  Down on the floor, halfway between the bed and the table, his phone started to buzz and play alerts, interrupting them.

  Tanner swung his legs off the bed, mumbling about how he'd better check his cell. There was a chill to the air, but the bite wasn't too bad. He grabbed his phone out of his pants and looked at the screen. Two new texts, both from the same number that he didn't recognize.

  “Looks like you tragic brother is heading for an overdose any day now,” read the first. “So sad,” read the second.

  Tanner growled deep in his chest and gritted his teeth together. Who the fuck was sending him this shit?

  “What's wrong?” Star asked. She sat up in bed, the sheet pulled across her chest to keep away the cool air.

  As he was flipping back to the home screen, his phone buzzed and dinged again. “Catch him if you can. A, Roaming Wolf.”

  He clutched his phone in a white-knuckled hand. “Motherfuckers,” he screamed. He almost threw his phone across the room, but reminded himself that this might be his only link to his tormentors. Throwing the device away may destroy useful clues.

  “What the hell's going on?” Star asked in a raised voice. “Is everything okay?”

  He thrust the phone in her hand. “Read it,” he said and began pulling his clothes on.

  “Oh, Tanner. G
eez, your own brother . . .” She tossed the phone at the end of the bed. “What's wrong with these people?”

  “I don't fucking know. This shit's gone way farther than just petty rivalry.” With shaking hands, he grabbed the phone off the bed and called Blade. He'd know what to do.

  “Blade,” he said when the president of the Blood Warriors answered. He didn't do any of the normal phone etiquette niceties, instead just cutting to the chase and explaining the situation.

  “Come down to the club house,” Blade growled on the other line. “We'll sort this shit right out, Tanner.”

  “Got it. Be there in thirty.” Tanner hung up the phone and stuffed it away in his jeans.

  “What's going on?” Star asked. “Where are you going?”

  “To meet the guys.”

  “Well, I'm coming with you.”

  “The fuck you are,” Tanner said in a raised voice, brooking no argument. “This is club business.”

  “Your brother didn't look like a member when I saw him!” Star yelled back. “This is your family, here.”

  “I don't care,” he shouted back. “This shit's dangerous, and I don't want you in the middle of it.” He turned and stalked out of the room. He made his way into to the living room and had his hand on the door already by the time she came out of the bedroom with the bed sheet wrapped around her like a makeshift cloak.

  “So now you care about me, then?” she yelled. “Is this what affection looks like in your fucked up little world?”

  He didn't have time for this. His brother's life was on the line, and every minute might count. He needed to get with Blade and figure out a plan. He just looked back at her, his mouth tight, his jaw working overtime. Rather than argue with her, he did what he thought was sensible.

  He just left.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tanner

  Tanner pulled up at the clubhouse and parked his bike next to the crew's bikes. At a glance, he could tell most of the patched members were there. Hopefully, with all their heads together, they could come up with a plan.

  Blade was waiting for him just inside the large steel building, half-seated on one of the bigger industrial folding tables set out in the front entrance. “Morning,” Blade drawled, cup of coffee in hand.

  “Yeah,” Tanner replied. “Morning. Guys all here?”

  Blade nodded, solemnly. “Yessir. As many of 'em as could get away on short notice.”

  Tanner gave a curt nod. “Good. This shit's getting out of hand, and we need to deal with it. I'm sick of those Roaming Wolves bastards using Brendon as some kind of fucking pawn.”

  Blade nodded again. “Your ol' lady holding up through this? She getting scared off yet?”

  Tanner glanced down at his boots before looking away. He still wasn't sure how he felt about her involvement in all this, or about being in a relationship. On the one hand, the whole thing felt right, like the way her arms clung to him when they were out riding. But, on the other hand, he knew he wasn't good enough for her. She didn't want a man like him, a man wrapped up in the honor of his club. A guy who'd be out drinking all night with his buddies. She deserved better.

  “Ain't ready to call her my ol' lady,” he mumbled. “Not yet.”

  The old president smiled a little behind his mug of steaming coffee, his big mustache pointing up at the edges. “Well, ain't just you needs to agree, anyhow. Right? We all come eventually to the roads we're meant to ride down.”

  He was right, to a degree. But, it was easy for him to say. Blade didn't have to find that road, or ride down it.

  Tanner snorted. “Yeah. Right. You ready?”

  Blade nodded and stood up from the edge of the table. He led Tanner back into the packed meeting room. Surly, salty voices overflowed past the double-doors, rolling over them as they pushed inside.

  “Alright, alright,” Blade boomed as they entered the room and circled around to the head of the table. “Good on y'all for coming so quick.”

  Tanner stalked along at his side, his arms crossed. They stopped at the head of the table and took their seats.

  “I'm giving Tanner the floor here,” Blade explained. “Even though it's his family, it's still club business. In fact, they made it that way, not us. Tanner?”

  Tanner took a deep breath. “This isn't about me, or my dad. It's about my brother, Brendon. Most of you know him. He used to be patched, but then he left. Well, we've been looking for him since he was spotted a while back, and a few days ago I managed to find him.”

  Without any more preface, he launched into the story of Brendon, about finding him, about the drugs, about everything.

  “Now,” he said, “I'm getting text messages from the Roaming Wolves. Motherfuckers are taunting us, talking about how they're trying to get Brendon to overdose.”

  There was murmuring around the table. The words bullshit, motherfuckers, and cocksuckers were tossed around. Tanner gave a grim smile, despite himself, satisfied at their reaction.

  “Think they're somehow angling on us here?” Tyke asked from up on the left.

  “Don't know,” Blade replied with a shrug. “Maybe? Who knows? I mean, you ask me, this shit sounds like there's a hint of a personal nature to it.”

  Tanner nodded at the president's comment. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. But, that doesn't mean the rest of the gang isn't trying to leverage it, too. Wolves are some mean motherfuckers.”

  A dozen or so biker heads nodded in agreement.

  “Whatever the case,” Blade said to Tanner, “you need to get your brother back. Besides it being your brother and all, it won't look good for the club to leave one of our own out in the cold, even if he's not wearing a patch anymore.”

  Tyke pounded his fist on the meeting room table. “Agreed. We gotta show these shitbags they can't pick on none of us. Motherfucking cocksuckers!” A chorus of agreement and nods went around the room.

  Tanner found himself frowning on the outside, trying to keep his demeanor, but inwardly relieved that the Blood Warriors were with him.

  “Well, whoever's doing this shit, we got your back,” Blade said, voicing the opinion of the whole club. “We gotta make sure these asshole don't take anything we do as a sign of weakness. Tanner, you gotta go out there and grab your brother, bring him back. Keep it small, so you don't spook him. But, if I see you tomorrow and he ain't back at your mom's, I'm gonna be fucking pissed.”

  Tanner nodded. “Got it. Need to make sure they don't spot us right off the bat, though. I better take one of the newer guys. Tyke or you, they're gonna know you're with me, if they're as involved as they claim.”

  “He's got a point,” Blade said to Tyke when a hurt look crossed his face. “Take one of the recruits that ain't patched yet.”

  “Which one?”

  “I dunno, just pick one.”

  “Cam,” Tanner said, turning to one of the freshest. “You ready to step up, man?”

  Cam, one of their newest recruits, a tall, lean guy with a crazy mop of curly brown hair, looked around from side to side. “Me?” he asked.

  “Yeah, you dude,” Tyke said with a laugh as one of the guys beside Cam smacked him in the shoulder.

  “Shit, Tanner. I'd be fucking honored.”

  “Good,” Blade said. “We drive out there, after this. We find our prodigal. We bring him home.” Blade turned his attention to the rest of the club. “Anyone got anything else?”

  Heads shook. There may have been other business to be raised, but the whole club recognized that this was priority one for Tanner and Blade.

  “We'll have a cold one waiting for you,” Tyke said as the whole crew broke and exited the meeting room.

  Tanner went to leave with them, but Blade touched his shoulder and told him to stay behind for a minute.

  “What's up?” Tanner asked him as the room finished thinning out.

  “Didn't wanna say this in front of the others, cause I didn't wanna put you on the spot. But, we've all seen you hanging around a lot with Star -
”

  “Said earlier, she ain't my ol' lady,” Tanner interrupted.

  Blade held up a hand, calling for peace. “Ain't what I was gonna say. My point is, if we've seen you hanging out with her, the Roaming Wolves may have, too. Ol' lady or not, that might not matter to 'em.”

  Tanner gritted his teeth. “Think they'd do something like that?”

  “Normally? No. But, man, they got your brother hooked on smack. Think they wouldn't come after Star, too?”