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

by Naomi West

  She nodded, her thoughts going back to the times when her mother couldn't get her fix. “It probably won't get bad till tomorrow.”

  They lapsed into a comfortable silence, with Star thinking about their future together. Or, rather, lack thereof. That kiss earlier in the day, when he'd left her at his mom's. There'd been true affection there, and she could still feel the burn of his touch on her lips.

  She turned and looked out the window, watched the lights as they rushed by on the other side of the glass. All those people, all those little lives existing at the same time. Why did hers have to be like this? Why did her life have to be so fucked up and confusing?

  A little while later, they pulled up at her place. Tanner reached down and grabbed her bag before she had a chance to, and hopped out of the truck with her overnight luggage in hand.

  “I can get it,” Star said as she closed the passenger side door behind her.

  “I know. I can too, though.”

  Star smiled to herself as she walked ahead of them and unlocked the door. They both went inside and she flipped the lights on. Nothing had changed since he'd come to get her earlier in the day. Everything was all just as she'd left them.

  Thank God.

  “So,” she said as he dropped her bag on the couch, “is this what life with you would be like? Danger? Not knowing if you'll come home? If you'll come back?”

  “Pretty much,” he said with a shrug and a wince. “Goes with the territory. Think you can handle it?”

  “A life with you, huh? Does that mean you're offering one?” she asked, her eyes wandering over his body, and his skin tight shirt. She saw, then, where the bruise forming on his upper arm peaked out from beneath his shirt sleeve. She couldn't suppress her surprise in time. “You're hurt!”

  “What?” he asked as she crossed the floor and began to peel his shirt off. “This? I've had worse.” He pushed away her hands from the sleeve of his shirt.

  She clucked her tongue and looked up at him, sideways. “What happened?”

  “Guy with a baseball bat,” he said nonchalantly.

  “Shit, Tanner,” she whispered as she slapped his hands away and pulled his shirt up over his head. “Come on, let's see how bad you are.”

  He winced as she took off his shirt. Giant purple-red blotches had spread on his left shoulder and arm, and a big one was starting to form on his ribs. They looked nasty, but nothing seemed to be broken.

  She didn't even think. She just leaned in and kissed his shoulder.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tanner

  “Do they hurt?” she asked him after she kissed his ribs. “Did you get any others?”

  “Nothing hurts when I'm with you,” he said and wrapped his arms around her. His words were a lie, of course, but they actually made him feel better as they passed his lips. Before she could react, he'd scooped her up in his arms.

  She squealed as she put an arm around his shoulders and pulled herself closer to his naked chest. “What are you doing, Tanner Rainier?”

  “Showing you how unhurt I really am,” he said as he carried her back into her bedroom. He pushed the door open with his foot and carried her to the bed. He leaned down and kissed her as he lay her down on the comforter, kissed her long and hard like he'd been wanting to since he'd left her at his mom's.

  “You're right,” she whispered as she touched his face and smiled up at him, “you don't seem very hurt.”

  He leaned down and kissed her again, this time running his tongue over her lips, encouraging them to open. He pushed his tongue past her parted lips, and their tongues danced as they held each other close on the bed.

  She ran her hands over his body, touched his face, as they continued to make out on the bed. Their kisses weren't as rushed as their first time, or their second. This was caring, considerate, like their kiss this morning.

  He reached for the hem of her shirt, slid his hand beneath the cloth and over her creamy, perfect skin.

  She shivered under his touch, moaned a little as he pulled her shirt up and over her head.

  Tanner looked down at her. He'd never felt this way about a woman. They'd all been flings in the past. Now, though, he could see a whole new world stretching out in front of him, like an endless highway rolling out under the vault of a perfect blue sky. And, for once, this road was one that he didn't have to ride down with just the members of the Blood Warriors.

  “What?” she asked quizzically as she looked up at him. She must have seen something in his eyes.

  “Nothing,” he replied in a husky voice, and leaned down to kiss her again.

  Her arms came up around his back, brushing over his bruised ribs and arms.

  He didn't flinch, though. He just pulled her tighter to him, her closeness and the perfection of her body clouding any pain he felt.

  She pulled him onto the bed with her, rolled him over onto his back. She was over him, kissing his bruised shoulder and arms, her hands on his stomach and chest. Her lips moved to his nipple, circled it with her tongue, as her hand moved down to the top of his jeans.

  He reached behind her and deftly unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts.

  She undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans as she pulled back from his embrace.

  He pulled her bra off and tossed it aside, replacing the flimsy lingerie with a rough, callused hand.

  She arched into his grasp, moaning deep in her chest as he rubbed a rough palm across her nipple. Her hand worked the zipper down on his jeans and snaked inside, wrapping herself around his thickness.

  “I just love the feel of you,” she whispered as she began to stroke him.

  He groaned as her long, cool fingers encircled him. He reached up and pulled her mouth back down to his, crushing her lips as she slowly worked on his manhood.

  She pulled back, giving them both a chance to gasp for breath. She began to unsnap her jeans, saying, “I want you to take me like the first time we were together.” She pulled her hand from his pants, unzipped her jeans, began to shimmy out of them.

  Tanner let her go long enough to get out of his own boots and clothes, leaving everything in a pile. Naked, they reached for each other again, their bodies melting together, their hands roaming over each other.

  “Like this?” Tanner asked as he gathered up her hands and put them behind her head.

  She nodded and moaned as he positioned himself between her thighs, his hard cock at her belly button. “Just like that,” she said as she struggled against his hands.

  He crushed her lips again with his, kissing her hard, before breaking away to allow his mouth to travel the rest of her. With his hands still pinning her wrists to the mattress, he traveled to one heaving breast, then the other, his tongue circling her hard nipples, his teeth grazing over them.

  She arched into his mouth, moaning as she pressed more of her into his hungry mouth, begging him not to stop. He slipped his free hand between her legs, rubbing two fingers up and down her wet slit.

  She was dripping with want, with need, and she spread her slim thighs wider for him. He wet his fingers and traveled up, circled her clit, teased her. She groaned and moved her hips to the tune he was playing, begging for more of his touch. He leaned forward, kissed her again as he traced a circle around her clit with the tip of a finger.

  She moaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Soon, she nearly screamed as her whole body contorted under his tender touches, her slight form shaking as she came on his attentive hand.

  Tanner reached down and grabbed his cock, directing the head to her. She was spread wide for him like a flower, and he wanted to be inside her more than anything. More than he wanted a child with her, more than he wanted his inheritance. He just wanted to feel that sweet release as he pumped into her and filled her with his seed.

  “Please, Tanner,” she whispered as his lips left hers, “please make love to me.”

  He nodded. She bit her lip and sucked in a relieved breath, arched her back as he traced the head of his cock
up and down her lips. He gazed into her eyes, falling into them, as he pushed forward and slid into her.

  Her sex swallowed him whole, like they were made to be together. She lifted first one leg, then the other, and hooked them together over his lower back. She struggled against his hand holding her wrists together, just enough to test his bonds.

  He groaned as he slid in and out of her, as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own. There was nothing raw and primal about this. Instead, their bodies moving against one another were just the actions of two humans, showing each other how beautiful love making could be.

  They kissed again, their tongues entwining as Tanner picked up his pace.

  She groaned as her pussy contracted around his rod, squeezing him like a velvet glove. She bit his lower lip as he pulled away, moaning as her body was wracked with another orgasm.

  “I'm close,” he whispered.

  “Please, finish inside me,” she moaned again, stretching her neck up to kiss his lips again. “I want our baby, Tanner.”

  He kissed her back with a passionate need as he felt his orgasm building up inside. He pushed into her full and fast, loving the way her lips felt as he slid out and over his manhood. He moved his lips to her neck, bit her lightly, and began to groan as he felt an intense orgasm let go.

  “Oh God,” she moaned in his ear as he began to explode inside of her. “You feel so amazing, don't stop, please.”

  He began to move his hips again, each thrust bringing a little more ecstasy as he pumped himself inside of her. He didn't know if he was supposed to feel this way anymore. He knew love hadn't been part of the bargain, but could it . . .

  He let go of her wrists and collapsed on to his side.

  They lay there, gasping for a while.

  After a few minutes apart, she pulled herself to him, snuggling into his naked body, nuzzling into his shoulder with her arms around his neck. When they'd first slept together, that little gesture would have freaked him out. But now, he just wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pulled her closer for another kiss.

  She virtually purred against his side like a content feline as their lips parted. “That was amazing,” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” he admitted. “It was.”

  They lay together, soaking up each other’s warmth, enjoying the quiet. After a moment, though, Tanner had to break the silence. “I have to go soon,” he said. “I have to go see after Brendon.”

  “I know,” she replied. “You need to take care of them, even if your mom thinks she has it handled. I like that you care for your own.”

  “Really?” he asked, not sure how to react. Women he'd been with in the past, they would have tore his throat out for fucking and leaving like this. Especially after the experience had been so intense. “You understand?”

  “I had fucked up parents, Tanner,” she said. Her voice was even, but still sounded pained. “They put their happiness above their own kid's. You aren't perfect, and I get that. But, still, you're better than any man I've ever been with.”

  He sat there in silence, taking in what she'd just said. Maybe she actually got him? Maybe she actually understood how he felt, how loyal he was to his family and his brothers in the MC.

  He gave her one last squeeze and another kiss. “I should go.”

  “If you need anything, let me know,” Star whispered back and kissed him again.

  He smiled down at her and crawled out of bed to pull his clothes back on.

  Outside, the night air hit his face, and he grinned again. Next stop, the clubhouse to pick up his bike. After that, his mom's.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Star

  She hadn't responded to any of Patricia's text messages, not since they'd gotten into the argument about Tanner and Star's life choices. So, she actually wasn't too surprised that Patricia decided to just show up at her apartment, unannounced.

  “I didn't want to give you a way out,” Patricia said, smiling a little as Star sipped on the pumpkin spice latte she'd brought her.

  Star frowned. “Come on, it's not like I ducked out the back window or something when you showed up.”

  Patricia rolled her eyes. “Only because you have those spiky bushes outside your bedroom window. I checked.”

  Star laughed and shook her head. “Look. I'm sorry, okay?” She reached across the small table and touched her friend's hand. “I didn't mean to avoid you. I just . . . well, the last time we saw each other, we fought. And, well, you were kind of right.”

  “Kind of right?” Patricia asked, raising her eyebrow. “About what?”

  “About the whole Tanner thing. I mean, I'm coming to terms with it, now. But, yeah, I didn't know what I was getting wrapped up in.”

  “So, I was completely right?”

  Star half-smiled. “Sort of.” She exhaled a deep sigh. “I mean, he's a biker alright. But . . .”

  “But?”

  “But, I think he really cares about me. I mean, I'm pretty sure he does.”

  “You're staying with him, then?”

  Star made a face.

  “What?” Patricia asked.

  “There's just that one little sticking point . . .”

  “Go on.”

  “It's kind of up to him, I think. It's like, it's there sometimes. But, then, things gets complicated.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, we'll be having a moment, just talking. Then, he's gotta go. I mean, I understand, he's a man with a lot of loyalty to his family. And, I guess, the club is his family, too.”

  “I just don't think I could do it,” Patricia said after a moment of thought.

  Star grinned. “But, seriously, the sex. I don't know if I could live without it anymore. It's just . . .” She shivered at the thought.

  “Really?” Patricia asked, her eyes lighting up. “Does he have any friends?”

  Star laughed. “A whole club, girl. Think you could handle a guy like that?”

  Her friend laughed. “I might be up for a try.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tanner

  “How you holding up, big guy?” Tanner asked his pale, sweating brother. “You handling it okay?”

  Brendon nodded. “Aches and sweats. But, I'm kicking it, you know.”

  He looked better than he had a couple days before, when Tanner and the guys had dragged him out of that crappy apartment, but he still hadn't come all the way back. But, undeniably, there was progress. He was still in bed, wrapped up in a heavy quilt and comforter against the perceived chill.

  The room, though, was sweltering to Tanner, who was seated in a chair he'd dragged in from the kitchen. “Where's mom?” Brendon asked as he reached for a glass of water on his old childhood nightstand.

  “Out getting groceries and stuff. Should be home soon, I think.”

  “So, she sent you here to watch me?” Brendon asked as he brought the glass to his cracked lips.

  “No,” Tanner said, grinning. “I ditched Star to come here, actually. Just wanted to see you, that's all. Probably see a lot of me this week.”

  “Star? The girl from the alley?”

  Tanner nodded. “Yeah.”

  “She's hot, dude.”

  Tanner gave a little smile. “Yeah, yeah she is.”

  “What the fuck's she doing with a guy like you?” Brendon asked.

  He laughed. “Uh, it's complicated.”

  “Lemme guess,” Brendon said with a wry smile, “you're paying her.” He laughed when he saw the look on Tanner's face.

  Tanner couldn't help but laugh with him. He couldn't really do anything else. He couldn't just outright lie to his brother. But, also, he couldn't just tell him the truth. Telling him the truth would be . . . awkward. So, the best solution was to just join him, and let the question drift off and die on its own.

  “It's good to see you back,” Tanner said, changing the subject.

  “Don't lie, man. I've seen myself in a mirror already.”

  “You think about it still
?”

  “Every second of every day, so far,” Brendon said, then gave a dry cough. “This is just fucking miserable, you know? Like, out there, living on the street, scraping to get by. At least I had smack to make me feel good. Here, I'm in a dry bed, with a roof over my head, but I know that I'm not going to feel that anymore.”

  Tanner pressed his lips together into a thin line. “Still got your bike in storage somewhere?”

  Brendon shook his head. “Had to sell it a couple years back. Willow racked up some payday loan debt, and I needed to help her out to keep the car.”