Con Man: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  He’d never be there again, and I’d ruined that.

  What did I do?

  I reached into the shower and turned it on before I climbed in. I allowed myself to be overwhelmed by the hot water as it cascaded down my body, my tears intermingling with the spray as it poured down my curves. Trails of water fell from my nipples as my hair streaked down my back, and it wasn’t until I closed my eyes that I allowed the words to actually fall from my lips again.

  “I love you, Wes.”

  I leaned against the shower as memories continued to flood my system. Memories of how his cock felt between my lips. How it pulsed when I ran my tongue around its head. I thought back to high school and how it had filled me then, too. How beautiful it would’ve felt to have lost my virginity to him instead of to some bullshit college frat boy when I was drunk. I thought about how his fingers felt inside of me. How his cock pressed against every single part of me at the same time, igniting my skin with enough electricity to power an entire state.

  I thought about how wonderful it felt to wrap my fingertips in his hair while his body slid down mine. I thought about all the positions I hadn’t yet had him in, like bent over the bed or him jamming his cock in my ass. I thought about the vibrator I could’ve bought to fill me at the same time, while he claimed my ass as his own, and throughout all this, I could feel my clit pulsing with delight.

  My ass slid to the floor of the shower as I orgasmed without my touch. The memory of Wesley was so strong and the desire for him was so great that my entire body caved to him without his touch. Without his kiss or his tongue, or even his cock to run against my leg, my body was willing to fall apart simply by thinking about him.

  Then, when my body was done giving itself over to his memory once again, I tucked my legs up against my chest and cried.

  Chapter 23

  Wesley

  I woke with a start as sweat dripped down the sides of my face. My cock was aching, that much I knew for sure, and I groaned when I tried to shift. I threw the covers off my pelvis and saw the tip of my dick leaking onto my sheets. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my body as the dream came flooding back to my mind.

  Olivia and I were on the beach. The ocean was licking at our toes while my tongue dove into her depths. Her body undulated into my face, coating my cheeks with her silken fluids. My hands were pressed into her thighs, wrapping around them and pulling her closer and closer to my body. I licked my lips as my cock jumped at her memory, even though anger pooled in my chest. I fell asleep last night angry. Hurting. Damaged.

  And still, Olivia took up every ounce of my thoughts.

  I wrapped my hand around my aching dick and slowly began to pump. I swiped my thumb over the tip, my balls hanging low with want as I thought about Olivia’s curves. I puckered my lips just like I would as I envisioned her nipples between my teeth. I could feel her skin against mine. The way she wrapped her fingers in my hair to pull me closer. I imagined her fingertips clawing into my chest as she rode my fat cock, her hips slamming down onto me.

  But there was a detail of the dream that had me smiling. One detail that was different from that night on the ocean.

  People were cheering us on.

  They were clapping and rooting for me as I thrust deep into her. People called out my name and were crying for her to come, like they’d somehow had a bet on how long she would last. I could feel her pussy clamping around me, pulling my body closer as people began to scream for us to keep going.

  Then, I dipped my lips to hers just as her body came undone.

  The idea of people watching us made my body shiver. The idea of other people seeing exactly what I could do to her put a smile on my face. People clapped for her and cheered her on when she rolled me over, shivering in her orgasm as she tried to take her lead back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as women whooped and hollered for her, riding my dick off into the sunset while her ass cheeks slammed down onto my hips.

  What I wouldn’t have given to have taken that luscious, plump ass of hers.

  My hand squeezed my massive cock as my balls curled up into my body. The cheers of the crowd roared in my ears as Olivia’s breaths panted upon my neck. I shivered at the thought of thrusting my cock back down her throat, forcing her to clean her juices off me as I wrapped my fingers in her hair.

  I could feel her soft tendrils slipping down my stomach, and my hips rose off the bed.

  “Fuck. Yes. They’re cheering for you, Olivia. Keep going. Show them what you do to me.”

  I thrust into my hand as my balls pulled farther and farther into my body. I could feel the warmth of her juices dripping down my legs as everyone chanted my name. I could feel myself trembling in her wake as they chanted for her to keep going. Her body jiggled, and her tits smacked against me. I raised up to bury my face into them, wiggling my tongue around just so I could coat more of her body in me.

  I wanted to own her. Every single part of her. Just so the crowd knew that they could watch but never have. Gaze upon but never touch. Dream about but never have.

  I imagined spilling myself into her as my hand tightened around my cock. I imagined that it was her pussy, sucking me deeper into the warmth and comfort of her body just before she collapsed on top of me. I thought about how I would wrap my arms around her and keep her safe, my cock splattering her walls with my come as it shot up onto my stomach.

  And then, those words she uttered last night slowly wafted around in the back of my mind.

  “I love you, Wes.”

  My entire body came alive, and a smile spread across my cheeks. Sweat beaded and ran around my neck while my own come pooled in the crevices of my abs. I reveled in her voice, seeing her smiling face as she chanted that beautiful phrase to me.

  But soon, her face devolved into the defeated, crying woman she had been last night.

  I reached over and grabbed a few tissues from my nightstand before I wiped up my mess. I tossed them into the corner, swinging my legs around the bed, and I grasped my head as I tried to rid myself of her voice. My entire body was trembling with the force of my orgasm, and I felt myself grow angry again.

  Even with the betrayal she had enacted, my body still yielded to her in ways I couldn’t even imagine.

  I dragged myself to the bathroom and made the mistake of flipping on the light. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and snickered at what I saw. I had massive bags underneath my eyes from where sleep should have settled on my face. My eyes were bloodshot, and my hair was mussed, but I noted the distinct lack of marks on my body. The thing I adored about Olivia was that she enjoyed the risk of it all. Almost getting caught on the beach, sleeping with me when she was conning me, having rampant sex in the old, broken down shack on the property I owned. I could even feel the way she almost gave into me in the back room at the cabana.

  She loved the risk, and I liked taking it with her.

  But now, there were no marks on my body. No crescent fingernail bruises from where she clamped down onto my skin. No bite marks from where she had lost control of her senses. No nail marks raking down my back or pressure marks from her fingertips.

  There was nothing on my body to even boast of the fact that she had been there, and it made me angrier. It made me angry that I still wanted to see them. It made me angry that I still wanted to have her. If she was here, I’d carry her into the shower and have my way with her all over again. I’d remove the showerhead and place it between her legs, then force her to keep her eyes open while I watched her orgasm roll over her face. I’d bury my dick deep into her pussy while the water assaulted her clit, and I’d revel in how her body jumped as she begged for mercy.

  I could already feel the claw marks she would leave behind on my thighs, and I got so angry with myself that I brushed my hands along my counter and knocked everything to the ground.

  “Fuck!”

  Raking my hands through my hair, I leaned against the edge of the bathroom sink. My things were rolling aro
und on the floor, bursting into pieces while my colognes and gels splattered against the tiles. I ran my hands down my face, breathing deep to try and conjure any leftover scent of her that might be on the tips of my fingers.

  I was a drug addict without my drug, and it brought tears to my eyes.

  “What the hell’s happening to me?” I whispered.

  I figured if I took a shower, I’d feel better. I just needed to get my mind off all this shit. I needed to go find myself another decent slice of pussy or maybe find another woman to con. Only, that thought didn’t hold the same appeal it had before Olivia appeared back in my life. But I needed to get my control back after it had been ripped from me by a woman I never thought I’d see again.

  “Olivia,” I whispered.

  I reached in and started the shower, making it as cold as I could. Even if it was only her name, the mere idea of her was already making my cock twitch back to life. She’d pulled me in and was relentless in letting me go, even though she wasn’t even here. Even though I told her to leave and never come back. Even though I knew she could have me arrested, I still wanted to touch her.

  To feel her.

  To taste her.

  To invade her.

  I wanted to put her on display for my eyes alone until I came in every part of her body. I wanted to fold her in half and pin her to the wall until I fucked her senseless. I wanted to tie her to the bed and deny her orgasm after orgasm until I’d covered her body with my own fluids and she was begging for mercy.

  Then, and only then, would I grant her the one thing she wanted most in this world.

  “I love you, Wes.”

  I stepped into the cold shower and immediately began to shiver. My mind was turned from her hot, steaming body and was focused on warding off the cold that was sinking into my bones. Gone were her swollen lips and her warm mouth and her breathtaking eyes. Gone were her cheeky smile and her hearty laugh and her soft, luscious tits. Gone were her smell and her body and her legs, and in their place, was the blank emptiness of my mind that I had become so used to visiting.

  I washed my body and ran some water through my hair before my back settled against the wall. My body was shivering violently, threatening to make me sick as I began to pant with need. I closed my eyes, feeling my skin turn to ice so no one could ever penetrate me again. I felt myself hardening to the outside world, building up a tolerance I’d allowed Olivia to come in and burn down.

  With her fiery eyes and her warm lips and her electric tongue and her deep, hot caverns.

  And then, her eyes appeared at the forefront of my mind again.

  Why did she do this to me?

  Why couldn’t I rid her from my mind?

  Why was my cock still jumping at the mere thought of her?

  I slid to the floor of the shower as my cock began to grow. I ignored the battering of the cold water against my skin as my cock began to leak. I ignored how much my body was quaking as I wrapped my hand around my dick. The only thing I was focused on, the only thing I could see, was Olivia’s body spread out for me. Radiating a comforting heat I’d never experienced with any other woman.

  “Oh, Olive,” I groaned as I began to stroke my cock.

  Then, ten minutes later, I was calling out her name as I spilled my come onto the floor of the shower.

  Chapter 24

  Olivia

  I sat with the towel around my body as my mind slowly swirled. I thought about all the information I had on Wesley and how it would be easy to bring him down. I thought about all the women he’d robbed and how he’d done Destiny wrong. I thought about the boy he had been in high school, how sweet and caring he had been, despite the rumors that were obviously true about his mother. Then, I began to think about the times we had shared together over the past week and a half.

  The erotic night in the shack on the beach. The beautiful evening at his home on Wednesday. The way he bent my body to his every will on his couch while the sun covered our bodies with beads of sweat. I raked my hand through my wet hair as I smiled at my memories. I giggled when I thought about how ecstatic I was whenever he would call me. I thought about how wonderful it felt when his arms were wrapped around me. When his dick was sinking into me. When his breath was pulsing in my ear or in the crevice of my neck.

  I missed him. Even though I’d only seen him last night, I missed him. I wanted to wake up to him. To see his smiling face every morning. I wanted to have lazy morning sex with him, where our hips would only snap so fast and our bodies could only move so much. I wanted to wake him up with my lips wrapped around his cock. I wanted to beg him to take my ass, to take the virginity I still held onto there.

  My only regret was that I hadn’t allowed him to have me in high school when I loved him.

  I had loved Wesley in high school, that much was sure. But the burning in my chest now was something more. Something greater. I didn’t simply love Wesley because he was the hunk in high school who paid attention to me. I was in love with Wesley because of how beautiful he made me feel. Because of the lust he pulled from my body. I was in love with him because of this sexual part of me he pulled from deep inside. A part of me that wanted to take risks. Take chances. Maybe fool around with his cock underneath a tablecloth or dip into the woods by the ocean just so he could lick my pussy. My mind swirled with the risk, and I thought back to all the ones I’d taken with him. How much of a rush I’d felt when I thought I might have been caught. How addicted I was to teetering on the brink with him.

  I wasn’t just in love with Wesley because he was cute, or good in bed, or a wonderful cook.

  I was in love with Wesley because of the person he was.

  Despite his actions and despite his past, I was in love with him. Despite what he had done to Destiny, I was in love with him.

  I was in love with Wesley Wilton.

  Or Fox.

  Or whatever his last name was now.

  I reached for my phone and shot Destiny a text message. I asked if we could meet up in LA again for coffee or something because I had a development in the story. Destiny shot me back nothing but an address, and I plugged it into my GPS before I started getting ready.

  I had to come clean with my friend before I told her I could no longer work this case.

  I pulled myself together enough to drive to the coffee shop Destiny had sent me. I walked in and looked around for my friend, but when I didn’t see her, I sat down at a table to wait. I rehearsed my speech in my head a thousand times while waiting for her to walk in, but I had been so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t realize Destiny had sat down in front of me.

  “Earth to Olivia,” she said. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Here, I got you a coffee. Cold-brewed coffee with two pumps of caramel and some sweet cream.”

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “So, what’s this fun new development?” she asked. “Is today the day we get to throw him to the dogs?”

  “That’s actually not it, no,” I said.

  “All right. Well, talk to me. What’s going on?”

  “I can’t do this anymore for you.”

  Destiny stared at me like a chicken had just popped out of my shirt. Her brow knitted together, and I could see her hand trembling around her coffee mug.

  “Can’t do what?” Destiny asked.

  “Destiny, I haven’t been very forthcoming with you on some things.”

  “Then why don’t you start now,” she said.

  I knew. I knew this would destroy my reputation in the community, as well as any chance I had at staying on top. I knew this was likely to ruin my friendship with Destiny, but I respected her too much to keep lying to her.

  But I also loved Wesley too much to keep pursuing him.

  “Look, because I know you personally, I never should’ve taken this case,” I said. “But when I realized I also knew Wesley from high school, that’s when I really should’ve backed out.”

  “Has he done something to you, Olivia?”

  “No, not
hing bad like that or anything,” I said.

  “Then what’s going on. Why can’t you work this case any longer? We’re so fucking close to ruining this man’s life!”

  “That’s just it, Destiny. I don’t want to ruin his life. I love him.”

  Destiny almost dropped her coffee as the words flew from between my lips. Her eyes began to grow wild before she leaned closely into the table, almost like she was about to whisper a secret that would destroy someone’s life if anyone heard.

  “You what?” she asked.

  “I lied to you when I said I hadn’t been sleeping with him, Destiny. I had. I mean, I have. We just got to talking and kept seeing one another. I kept telling myself it was for the case, collecting information and all that, and in the process, I lost myself in that.”

  “Then unlose yourself, Olivia. I’m paying you here.”

  “No, I haven’t billed you a cent yet, and I won’t. Because I can’t pursue this case any longer.”

  “You’re a fucking private detective, Olivia. You pursue men like him for a living. He’s fucking robbed, what, sixteen different women?”

  “None of whom filed any police reports,” I said. “At best, it’s all conjecture if we can’t get them to testify, and he won’t even spend a year in prison.”