Where Bad Girls Go to Fall (The Good Girls Series Book 2)

by Holly Renee

  “I want to make her happy.” I watched as Staci laughed at something the woman she was tattooing said then she started bouncing her head to the music that blared through the convention space.

  “I know you do.” Livy squeezed my arm. “Both of you deserve to be happy.”

  She was right. We did deserve to be happy, but I only wanted it with Staci. I could only see it with her.

  Staci looked up from her work again, her eyes going to where I had stood moments earlier, then she quickly moved her gaze through the crowd until she finally reached Livy and I. She smiled, at me or Livy I wasn’t sure, but it was breathtaking nonetheless.

  “I didn’t really have faith that you could pull this off.”

  My sister’s words pulled my attention away from Staci and back to her. She was still looking toward her best friend.

  “You didn’t have faith in team Maci?” I poked my finger into her ribs and she laughed.

  “I didn’t say that. I said I didn’t have faith in you. Me being on your team was your saving grace.”

  I rolled my eyes, and she patted me on my back.

  “I need you to man the table for a minute.” She pointed to the long line of people that still surrounded their booth. “I need to go kiss my husband.”

  Staci

  I was so damn tired. The convention had lasted hours after hours, and even though I was incredibly humbled by the amount of support and admiration our little shop was shown, I had wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed.

  So that was what I did. I crawled into my bed with Mason wrapped around me, and we slept until the most annoying sound of my alarm going off this morning woke us up.

  Livy and Parker were already on their way to the airport by the time we rolled out of bed, and even though Livy had told me that she thought she could actually fit me inside her luggage with most of her clothing, she didn’t even try. She just rode off into the sunrise with her husband and forgot all about me.

  Not that I blamed her.

  I was just dreading my flight home. I wouldn’t be flying home with Mason and Brandon because I couldn’t go back to Tennessee yet. I promised my father that I would come back to Oklahoma for a few days to help him get a few things squared away with the house, and I also had to meet my lawyer to get all of my final divorce papers.

  Papers that I couldn’t wait to hold in my hands.

  Mason wasn’t too happy that I wasn’t going back to Tennessee with him. Not that he would outright say that. Instead, he pouted a little, and I could tell he was running scenarios in his head to try to talk me out of it.

  “How long are you going to be in Oklahoma?” He ran his thumb over the back of my knuckles.

  “Just a few days. My dad is working on repairing the old porch around his house, and I promised him that I would help before I head back to Tennessee.”

  “You do construction?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.

  “I’m pretty handy with a power tool. Thank you very much.” I shoved his shoulder.

  “I could come with you and help. You know handling tools is my specialty.”

  “Handling your tool or tools that belong to others?” I smirked at him.

  “Smartass.” He rolled his eyes at me and settled back in the hard airport chair.

  “You’d really want to come with me?” I asked. It was probably a stupid idea to even consider, but I had to admit that I wasn’t ready to be away from him. I didn’t care how weak that made me.

  “If you want me to, I do,” he said it so casually, but it was a big deal. My father hadn’t met anyone from my life in Tennessee. Not because I didn’t want him to, but I had always gone home to visit him. He knew all about Parker and Brandon and me working at the shop with them, and I talked his ear off about Livy on the phone, but this was different.

  I had told him about Mason while I had been home for the last couple weeks, but my dad was wary of any man at this point. He didn’t want me to get hurt again, and if he could help prevent it, he would.

  “Are you sure that you’re ready to meet my dad?”

  “Well,” he scratched his beard. “Not when you say it like that.”

  “It’s just that my dad is protective.” I took a sip of my warm coffee.

  “As he should be.”

  “And he’s big.”

  “Duly noted.” Mason smiled.

  “And he owns several guns.”

  Mason turned toward me. “Are you trying to scare me into not going?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I want you to go. I just want you to be prepared. My dad can be a lot to handle.”

  “You want me to go?” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Then I’ll go.”

  And just like that, Mason Connor had slid out of the friend-zone and was on his way to meet my father.

  Mason

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared shitless about meeting Staci’s father.

  I wasn’t scared of the man himself per se, but I was scared of what he would think about me. Of what he would think about mine and Staci’s relationship. Because I didn’t even know where we stood exactly.

  I guess that was what scared me the most.

  I didn’t think twice about switching my ticket and climbing onto the airplane with her. I just climbed into the seat next to her and held her hand through takeoff.

  We were both exhausted, her more so than me after all the work she did yesterday, and I wasn’t surprised when she leaned her head against my shoulder and fell asleep as soon as we were in the air.

  But if she didn’t move soon, I was going to pee on myself. After about an hour and a half into the flight, Staci shifted enough that I could pull my arm out from beneath her without waking her up. I quickly unlatched my seatbelt and made my way down the plane to the bathroom.

  A flight attendant was coming down the aisle at the same time, and we barely managed to squeeze past each other without me bumping into an old lady in her seat.

  I quietly apologized since her husband was asleep next to her, and she smiled up at me and patted my arm.

  Finally, I made it to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face to wake me up. Staci had slept curled against my body last night, and even though it felt amazing, I kept waking up every few hours to make sure she was still there.

  I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

  I pushed the lock and pulled the tiny door open, and it almost hit me in the face with the force of someone coming through it.

  “What the fuck?” I said before I recognized her black hair and heard her soft giggle.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered as she closed the door behind her. The bathroom was so small that neither one of us could really move with the other one in there.

  “The movie theatre. Really, Mason?” She pulled her t-shirt over her head.

  “What?” I chuckled as I watched her.

  “You said that the movie theatre was the craziest place you’ve ever had sex.” She popped the button of her jeans. “That’s pathetic really.”

  “So, what?” I started undoing my belt. “You’re here to help me up my game?”

  “Exactly.” She pulled her jeans down her legs. “What kind of girl do you take me for?”

  She laughed as I gripped my hands under her ass and lifted her to the almost nonexistent bathroom sink. “A very, very bad girl.”

  She smirked and I pulled my jeans down my hips.

  “You mean I haven’t ruined my bad girl persona with you?”

  I stepped toward her and she wrapped her fingers around my cock before she slid it up and down her wetness. I could barely form a thought.

  “No.” I lined myself up with her and thrust into her as I spoke through gritted teeth. “I still think you’re a bad girl. You’re just a bad girl who has fallen a bit.”

  Her head slammed back against the bathroom mirror as I pulled out then thrust into her again. “And where exactly do you think I’ve fallen
?”

  I caressed her breast through the thin layer of her bra and felt her nipple peak beneath my touch.

  “Into me.”

  Her eyes met mine and they were on fire. “You think you’re the one to tame the bad girl?” Her pussy convulsed around me, and she gripped her fingers in her hair and arched her back as a moan escaped her lips.

  “No.” I shook my head, but she couldn’t see me with her head thrown back in pleasure. “I’m just the one who gets to keep her.”

  She fell apart around me then, her body milking out every drop of my own pleasure, and I had to press my hand against her mouth to muffle her screams. She may have come into this bathroom willingly, but I didn’t think she really wanted to get caught. The last thing we needed was to get in trouble by some air official.

  She bit down on my hand before she ran over the skin with her tongue, and I came with a loud moan as I buried my face in her shoulder.

  She pressed her lips against mine, a tender kiss, before we started banging into things as we tried to quickly get dressed.

  “Quit laughing,” I told her on a chuckle. “You’re going to get us caught.”

  “We’re not going to get caught.” She rolled her beautiful eyes at me. “I’ll go out first then you come out a minute or so later. No one will think a thing.”

  “Uh huh.” I buckled my belt and slid it into place.

  “Trust me. I’m like a ninja.” She grinned as she opened the door and almost ran into one of the flight attendants.

  She was an older lady who looked all business, and I braced myself when she looked into the small bathroom at the two of us. “I hope the two of you had fun. Now get back to your seats. We’re going to be landing soon.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Staci called after the flight attendant as she started walking away.

  I bumped into her shoulder and she looked back at me.

  “Yes, ma’am?” I cocked an eyebrow. “What a badass you are.”

  “Shut up.” She rolled her eyes again, and I followed her back to our seats.

  I glanced over at the older woman I almost ran into earlier as I took my seat, and she was still smiling at me. “Oh, to be young again.” She laughed and Staci, my little bad girl, buried her face in my chest.

  Staci

  This was going to be a disaster.

  I just knew it.

  Me and Mason weren’t ready for him to meet my father. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.

  I was going to regret this decision.

  “Dad.” I pushed the front door open and turned back to look at Mason who was carrying all of our bags. “We’re here.”

  I could hear the creak of his old recliner and he appeared around the corner only a moment later.

  “Well, how was it?” The sound of his deep voice instantly relaxed me just a bit, and I moved into his arms when he held them out for me.

  “It was good,” I mumbled against his chest. “We were super busy.”

  My dad let me out of his hug, but he kept an arm slung over my shoulders. “You must be this Mason that I keep hearing so much about.”

  I pinched my dad on his back to warn him not to embarrass me, but he just smiled harder.

  “Yes, sir.” Mason held his hand out to my father. “Mason Connor. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise.” My father shook Mason’s hand before waving him farther in the house. “Come on in and put those bags down. I know my Staci doesn’t pack light.”

  “No, sir, she doesn’t.” Mason laughed as he put the bags down where my father showed him.

  “What are your plans for today?” My father looked down at me.

  “I think we could both use a nap. No plans after that.”

  “Okay. I’m sure you can manage showing Mason the guest room then.” He looked over at Mason to drive his point home.

  “Yes, Dad.” I gave him a look that begged him to stop, but he only chuckled.

  “I’ll see you both in a few hours.” My dad tussled my hair before he made his way back into the living room.

  I showed Mason to the guest room where he put down his bags before he carried my bags into my old bedroom. It was still decorated the way it had been when I moved out at eighteen years old, and I watched as Mason looked around the room taking it all in.

  I plopped down on my bed and looked up at Mason. “You could come join me. You know?” I patted the small space that was left on my old twin size bed.

  “Not happening.” He chuckled and started toward the door.

  “I don’t even get a kiss?” I pouted, and he ran his fingers through his hair before he made his way over to me.

  “One kiss,” he murmured as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

  They were gone far too quickly.

  “That’s it?” I leaned up on my elbows.

  “I’ll see you after our nap.” Mason walked to the door and held the handle in his hand.

  “We’re not even going to mess around in my old bedroom?” I whispered.

  “No.” Mason shook his head and laughed. “I’m pretty sure your dad has already thought of a thousand ways he could kill me.”

  “That’s probably true.” I dropped back down on my bed.

  Mason’s laugh echoed through the hallway as he left my room.

  I felt like I had been asleep for hours.

  One look out my dark bedroom window insured me that I had.

  I made my way to the guest room to wake up Mason, but he was nowhere to be seen. The bed didn’t look like he had ever even laid in it.

  The house was quiet as I walked through it, and no one answered me as I called out for my dad and Mason. I could hear laughter coming from outside, and I pushed open the old creaky screen door to find my dad and Mason sitting on the porch with a beer in their hands.

  “Hello there, sleepy head.” My dad chuckled.

  “Hey.” I stretched my arms over my head and looked around the porch. “Did you all already fix the porch?”

  I could see new boards where the old, rotten ones had been, and it looked amazing.

  “Yeah. Mason here is pretty damn handy.”

  “Is he now?”

  Mason looked so cocky as he smiled up at me.

  “He helped me fix the porch, and we fixed that leaning fence post too.”

  Mason’s smirk only got bigger.

  “Suck up.”

  My dad laughed. “Don’t be running him off now. I think I like this one.”

  “You just met him, Dad. Don’t be giving him your blessing after one afternoon together.”

  “Has she always been this dramatic?” Mason asked my father, but he was still looking at me.

  “Since the day she was born.” My dad shook his head. “She’s always been stubborn as hell too.”

  “Dad,” I groaned.

  “What? You have.” He ran his hand over his salt and pepper hair that was once as black as mine.

  “You both frustrate the hell out of me.” I opened the screen door to walk back inside, and my dad’s voice called out behind me.

  “That’s a good sign you know.”

  Mason

  We had been walking around her small town for the last hour or so, and she was pointing out everything she used to do and all the places she used to hang out.

  But she never talked about her ex-husband. It was as if she had tried to remove all memories of him from this town and from her mind.

  Her dad and I had hit it off as soon as I walked back into the living room and offered to help him with his porch. He threatened me right before we got started. He gave me a speech about never hurting his girl, and when I told him that I would do everything within my power to make sure she was never hurt again, I felt like he believed me.

  Because it was the truth.

  I never wanted to see that look in her eyes that she had in Vegas. I refused to ever cause it.

  “This is where I first took art lessons.” She pointed to a small building that looked like it
at seen better days.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. My drawings were bad though. So bad.” She winced.

  “I don’t believe you.” I gripped her hand in mine and she slowly laced her fingers with mine.

  “Trust me. It was bad.”

  “I can’t imagine you ever being bad. My tattoo is perfect, and I didn’t even tell you what I wanted. You don’t just learn that kind of talent.”

  She smiled but didn’t respond.

  “Do you miss being here?”

  “Yes and no.” She looked around at the town she had run away from. “I miss my dad. It feels like home when I go to his house, but the rest of this”—she motioned her hand around us—“it’s not home to me.”

  “Where is home to you?”

  Her eyes met mine. “The shop. I feel more at home there than I do anywhere else. Even my apartment.”

  I could completely understand that. Sometimes I felt more at home when I was at work then I did when I came home to an empty house.

  “Why haven’t you bought a house yet? You told me all your big dreams of what your house would look like. What’s been holding you back?” I could see the pain in her eyes at my question, and I hated that I had even brought it up.

  “Ben.” Her hand tightened in mine slightly. “That’s his name.” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to do anything that he could take from me. I didn’t want to give him an opportunity to ruin my life again.”

  I took in her words and they filled me with anger. “You’ve been living with one foot constantly out the door.”

  The look on her face told me that she was just now realizing that herself. “Yeah. I guess I have been.”

  I tugged her hand to stop her and pulled her flush with my body. “Not anymore.”

  She was staring up into my eyes, and there was so much vulnerability there, but there was also strength. “Not anymore,” she repeated my words, and I leaned down and tasted them on her lips.

  Staci

  How long do I have to deal with you in the honeymoon phase? It’s starting to get annoying.”