Wet Work: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Carmen Faye

  Of course, I was just talking through my ass to get her to stay. I didn’t know shit about her past other than the little bit she told me. I didn’t know if history was repeating itself for her. All I knew was the fact that I needed her and she was in an unfortunate position. Death followed her around, apparently, but I didn’t say that out loud.

  I didn’t want to put her off after I’d built her up, and I didn’t need another pointed look from Conrad, either. I’ve had more than enough self-righteousness out of him for one night. We didn’t get along, and we kept our distance from each other for that reason. It’s a pity to lose friends, but the truth is that if you’re not losing people, you’re not changing and there’s nothing more boring than staying the same. At least, that was how I kept justifying it for myself.

  Leah looked over her shoulder at the DA’s sitting in the corner.

  “They’re not going to bother us,” I said. I looked at them too. I didn’t think they were going to bother us, but I couldn’t say that I was a hundred percent sure. They were just so damn unpredictable that the whole night could still turn on my head, and I would never have seen it coming. I got up.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I said. She looked up at me with those eyes, and I held out my hand to her. She smiled and took it.

  She was relieved we were going. I was, too. I didn’t mind a fight. A good fight every now and then scratched an itch I couldn’t reach otherwise, but I didn’t relish taking on two. I didn’t want Leah to find out who and what I really was, and getting the shit kicked out of me by a pair of assholes wouldn’t improve my stamina for fucking later. Besides, even without a fight, tonight had more than enough potential to blow up in my face.

  Leah and I walked out of the bar with my hand on the small of her back. Once we reached the door, I knew they wouldn’t follow. They wouldn’t take it outside where no one would see the outcome. The problem with the DA’s was the fact that they wanted to put all their muscles and their menace on display for the world to see. There was no fun in doing it behind closed doors where it couldn’t generate the kind of fear that spread like wildfire among onlookers.

  Leah breathed in deeply. I did the same, and I tasted the sea even though it was several miles away.

  “There’s nothing better on this earth than that smell. Not even the smell of rain.” She sighed.

  I nodded. I understood where she was coming from even though I disagreed. I’d grown up on the coast. This smell was normal. I had the feeling she appreciated it more because it was her safety net, the thing that kept her sane. For me, it was just run of the mill.

  She looked at me when we were both on the curb. I didn’t want to say good night just yet; I wanted more. I didn’t want to push too hard, but I wanted as much as I could get from her. With a woman like her as my company for the night, it would be a shame to go home alone.

  I leaned in and kissed her. It was unexpected, and she made a small yelping sound in the back of her throat. I had my hand behind her back, pulling her against me. For a moment she froze, but then she melted against me and sighed. The kiss was beautiful; the kind of kiss I would have put in a movie if it were up to me. It was the kind of kiss she would rave to her friends about.

  When I broke it, she looked at me, smiling so that her dimples appeared and I knew that if I saw her in the light, she would be blushing.

  “Thanks for a great night,” she said. Was this it? She looked around as if she’d misplaced her car and spotted it a moment later. “Are you here on your bike?”

  I nodded. I didn’t own a car.

  “Hmm.”

  “Why?”

  She hesitated just a second. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not the most forward kind of girl…” She trailed off, and I waited for her to carry on. She looked around as if the rest of her sentence would be found somewhere close by. “Do you want to come home with me?” she finished before she turned her eyes back to me.

  They were large and liquid and deep like the ocean now. I stepped closer so that we were nearly touching. “I’d like that.”

  She smiled again, with a blush, and gestured with her head toward her car. I walked with her, and she handed me the keys.

  Chapter Eleven

  The entire ride home I fretted over the state of my home. I hadn’t expected to bring anyone home with me, and I knew the place was a mess. I hadn’t felt like “picking up” as I slowly crawled out of my emotional hole.

  When I opened the door and stepped inside, it was in even worse shape than I remembered. There were empty cups on the coffee table and a comforter that I usually packed away. The kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes. I grimaced in embarrassment. I was about to apologize for the mess when Pax whistled through his teeth.

  “You’re really into your pictures, aren’t you?”

  I had paintings of the ocean, beaches, and sea creatures on the walls. I had shells on the end tables and bookshelves. I liked bringing the ocean home with me.

  “You’re really serious about what you do.”

  He said it with a kind of awe as if passion was hard to come by when it was about a job. Maybe it was true; I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t like what they do. I didn’t know how you could do something for a minimum of eight hours every day and not enjoy it.

  “Do you want something? Coffee?” I asked. When Pax had kissed me outside the bar, it had been magic. His lips had touched mine and electricity had run through my body. It had been amazing, and I’d wanted every inch of him inside of me. Now it felt like we were stuck in some sort of stalemate where the mood was stale in the air, and the touch barrier was back so that it felt like I couldn’t just reach out and instigate something. When I’d invited him home, I hadn’t imagined sitting on my couch drinking coffee together to be the outcome.

  “Yeah,” Pax said as he walking toward me. When he was right in front of me, he reached for me and pulled me against him. “I’d like some, or all, of you.”

  He kissed me before I could answer, pulling me hard against his body. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and he tasted me like he was searching every corner of my mouth. His body was rock hard and taut, his muscles straining against his clothes. I felt what was going on in his pants, too. He was hard and hungry and ready for sex.

  And I was ready to give it to him.

  He’d stepped right up and taken what he wanted, and it was hot as hell. My whole body was tingling, and I was aware of the response in my panties.

  “Is your bedroom upstairs?” Pax asked between kisses, his voice hoarse.

  I nodded, and we made our way to toward the staircase, my hand in his to drag him along, not that he needed any encouragement. He pulled me to a stop at the foot of the steps and pulled me into another torrid kiss as his nimble fingers worked the snap to my pants, then a moment later, the latch to my bra. He kissed down my neck as he slid my pants down and I wriggled out of them. He moved in, but I gently pushed him back. I was going to get wild, and I didn’t want to get hurt fucking on the steps. I turned and led him upstairs, leaving the jeans in a pile on the bottom step. I knew he had a spectacular view of my ass as he climbed the stairs after me and I put some extra swing into, smiling as I heard him groan.

  At the head of the stairs, he grabbed me and pulled me against him again, retaking my lips, as if unable to control himself. I smelled the faint scent of smoke and whiskey. I didn’t remember him smoking when we were sitting together at the bar, but I was sure he smoked.

  I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. He pulled my blouse over my head, and I was in my underwear. I’d chosen the black set, and I was happy I had. I felt good about Pax looking at me. I wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world, but I had curves in the right places. I had big breasts and an ass to balance it out, and I knew how to drive a man wild with them.

  Pax pushed me against a wall, my head between two paintings of the ocean. His hands found my breasts, and he pinned me with his hips,
holding me there as he kneading my breasts, massaging them as he kissed the valley. He pulling the bra away and dropped it as if once it was removed from my body, it was of no more concern, and my body hummed with anticipation.

  As we kissed, I began peeling off his clothes and dropped them to the floor. His leather jacket was first, followed by his shirt, and that’s when I noticed the tattoos. Both his arms and half of his torso were covered in them. I was willing to bet there was a lot on his back, too. I didn’t have any tattoos, and my skin seemed very pale against his.

  He kissed me again, leaning against me and his naked skin was hot and erotic. I fumbled with his belt buckle, struggling with how close he was to me, grinding his hips against mine. I managed to get it undone, pulling his zipper down and undoing the button before I worked his pants over his hips. He moved away for long enough for me to get the pants over his hips. He kicked them off and then was against me again.

  This was a lot of man, and he was all over me. His muscles were defined, rippling under his skin when he moved. He didn’t look like a “data handler” at all.

  I lost my train of thought when he put his hand between my legs, cupping my sex. His fingers probed my entrance through the material, and I gasped, wanting more. My body trembled lightly all over. I was so worked up and ready to go, and he was making me wait for it.

  He was working me up to an orgasm, my hips pumping as I whimpered in erotic distress. I was sucking on his tongue, riding the pleasure when suddenly his fingers were gone, and I whimpered again, in frustration this time. He peeled me off the wall and shoved me gently toward the open door of my bedroom. There were clothes on the floor, and books on my desk and everything was a mess, but it didn’t matter now. He wasn’t here to judge me on my housekeeping.

  We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, and he was all over me again. His mouth found the soft skin of my neck, and he nibbled his way down to my breast, his lips and tongue hot. His stubble scraped on the soft skin when he kissed me, but his lips were making magic, and I didn’t mind. He took my nipple into his mouth and battered it savagely with is tongue as his fingers tweaked and teased its mate. He was driving me crazy. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

  I arched my back while holding his mouth, silently encouraging him to give me more, and he complied before leaving my sweetly aching nipples as he kissed away from my breasts and down my stomach, leaving a trail of tingling pleasure in his wake. I squirmed underneath him when he held onto my hips, holding me in place. My thighs opened for him, and he kissed my hip bone and pulled down my underwear before he moved down between my legs.

  He closed his mouth over my sex and slid his tongue into my slit. My body jerked when he flicked his tongue over my clit, and I writhed when he trailed further and further down until he reached my entrance. He didn’t probe in. Instead, he moved back up and closed his mouth around the top of my slit, sucking on my clit. I squirmed against his mouth—arching and whimpering. Pax was going to push me over the edge before we even really got into it, and I wanted it. It had been a while since I’d been pleased by something that didn’t run on batteries, and Pax was doing an admirable job of it.

  The orgasm built quickly and exploded through me. I cried out softly and closed my legs around his head, gripping him with thighs and hands as I fought through the pleasure as he continued to lick and kiss, driving my release on. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth in a silent scream, and rode the orgasm, letting it take over as my body contracted and released, contracted and released.

  When it was over, I collapsed in a puddle as I panted, waiting to come back into myself.

  Pax rose to his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled as he slid out of his underwear. His manhood was thick and hard, pointing up as a glistening drop escaped from the tip and slid slowly down his shaft, making its way for his heavy balls underneath. This was a man that was well hung.

  He crawled over me, and I shivered. His closeness was intoxicating. This was what I’d been waiting for all night. He positioned himself at my entrance, and he looked into my eyes. I gasped when I realized he hadn’t pulled on a condom, but when he pushed into me, all thoughts of protection were cast aside. I was on the pill… the rest was up to fate. He slowly slid deep, my body adjusting to the size of him as it stretched and yielded. When he was in to the hilt, he moved around a little as he waited for me to adjust.

  The feeling of him between my legs was pure ecstasy, especially after my first orgasm. He filled me up, and when he started moving, pulling out and pushing back into me, I gasped and moaned as pleasure washed over me. He started out slow but then picked up the pace, moving faster, driving into me harder, once he was confident I’d adjusted to his size.

  His hips took over, knowing the motion. I rocked my hips with his, fitting in with the rhythm. I gasped again, alive with pleasure, and for a long moment, the sounds of sex filled the room, my bed bumping softly, adding a beat to the soft slaps of skin on skin and the gasping, moaning, and groaning.

  Another orgasm started building, and he seemed to sense it. He began to drive into me harder, grunting in effort as his arms wrapped me up.

  “Come on, baby,” he murmured as he pounded into me, his words adding spice. “Come on, baby… I want to feel you come.”

  I began to twist in pleasure, his cock hitting me just right. I clamped down on him as I began to tremble. His skin was shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, and the slickness everywhere our bodies touched was another source of pleasure.

  “Come on!” he barked, ordering me to climax and that was all it took to send me over the edge again. My legs went numb and a second orgasm blossomed from my core, flowing through my body toward my extremities. I closed my eyes, and Pax settled lower, adding more of his weight, pressing me deeper into the bed, and I luxuriated in the contact, the feel of his body against mine.

  He slowed down when I orgasmed, just enough for me to focus on what my body was doing. I wrapped my legs around his ass, and my body curled around his, my nails biting into his skin. He groaned.

  “Sorry,” I whispered.

  “Don’t be.”

  I closed my eyes as the last of the orgasm washed out of me. When I opened my eyes again, Pax was looking at me, a teasing smile on his face, knowing that I had been well pleased. He picked up the pace again, and I knew this was for him. He pumped into me harder and faster, and I cried out as he buried his face in my neck, matching my moans to his rhythm. I was sensitive now, tighter around him, and there was something primal about the way he moved inside of me. He moaned, a kind of gasping grunt that spoke of his need and his struggle as he began pounding into me harder still. The squeak of the bed became a knock as the headboard thumped against the wall. I was sure the neighbors would be able to hear, but I didn’t care.

  I knew when he was close. His strokes became shorter and quickened, his big hands and strong arms tightening down as he groaned low and deep. I knew he was fighting it, trying to hold off his own orgasm, so I dragged my nails along his back.

  “Come,” I whispered an instant before his body jerked. He began to grunt, his hips pumping slowly as he pumped hot jets into me, claiming me as his, at least for the night.

  He lay on me, breathing hard, holding me tight and forcing my breathing into the same rhythm as his. I could feel him softening, but he continued to hold me until he slipped out. With a groan, he rolled off of me then pulled me in for a snuggle. I looked up at him, wanting to see his face.

  “That was fantastic,” he said.

  I smiled. It really had been, and I wasn’t going to worry about the lack of a condom. I had done enough worrying for tonight, and I wanted to enjoy the moment.

  I looked at him again and wondered if he was going to get up and leave. I knew he was a one-night stand. I didn’t expect him to have any kind of feelings for me and what I felt for him was nothing more than a little crush born from his saving me in a time of need. But I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay with me
, at least for tonight, and make me feel like I was more than the loose college girl I had been for a while after my father’s death.

  “Do you mind if I stay the night?” he asked. I shook my head and smiled. It was strange that he was asking, but it was better than him just leaving. “My bike is still at the bar.”

  It wasn’t something I’d wanted to hear, and the moment of joy I felt at his asking disappeared. I didn’t just want to be a make-do situation, but it was better than nothing. I held my smile. I was getting what I wanted.

  I rolled out of bed, peeled the covers back, and gave them a little tug to indicate he should move. When he stood, I pulled them further down and crawled back into bed. Pax looked at me for a moment.

  I wanted him to get in bed with me, but I said nothing as I watched his eyes. I was leaving the decision up to him. If he suggested he was going to sleep on the couch, I would offer to drive him back to the bar.