Almost Too Far (Almost Bad Boys #3)

by Peart, A. O.

  Almost TOO FAR

  An Almost Bad Boys Novella

  A. O. PEART

  Three Graces Publishing

  Copyright © 2014 A. O. Peart

  All Rights Reserved.

  Visit the author at www.angelapeart.com

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, locations, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Almost Too Far

  Copyright © 2014 by A. O. Peart

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be used, reproduced, scanned, distributed, stored, or transmitted in whole or in part, in any form, by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying or recording without the express written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  For further information or permission please contact the author at angela@angelapeart.com

  Author and publisher do not have control and do not assume responsibility for third party websites featuring this book and their content.

  Artwork by Regina Wamba

  Copyright © 2014 by A. O. Peart

  First Edition, 2014 published in the United States of America

  Three Graces Publishing.

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9883695-6-6

  To my children Alex and Amanda

  (although you will not be allowed to read this for a while)

  You taught me the true meaning of unconditional love.

  I love you forever.

  Table of Contents

  Praise For Almost Too Far

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  About the Author

  Author’s Note

  Author A.O. Peart Recommends: Fighting For Love

  Praise For Almost Too Far

  “If you're looking for a quick read that's jam packed with an array of comical chicks on a mission, hot boyfriends who know how to push your buttons, partying that turns suspenseful, & some "sweet old ladies" that will have you reconsidering everything then buckle up & enjoy the ride!”

  ~ Jeni’s Bookshelf Blog

  “I can not get enough of this author and Natalie's story!

  There have been so many times I really felt like one of the girls in these books and that doesn't change in Almost Too Far. The dialogue is amazing, banter is hilarious and the chemistry between Colin and Natalie is HOT!”

  ~ Book Flirts By Jessi Blog

  “Not only do we have an abundance of comedy in this little winner… but the sex is SMOKIN’ and how I love sex scenes with comedic banter thrown in—those two emotions mesh so well together when reading a story.”

  ~ The Star Angels Reviews Blog

  “I found this book utterly hilarious!!! I so want Colin's great-grandmother to be mine!!! She's awesome as are her friends!!!”

  ~ Jess’s Book Blog

  “This wacky crew is at it again with their crazy and funny adventures! I don't think anything could top the giant penis sculpture from Almost Broken Up, but there are a few parts in Almost Too Far that are right up there.”

  ~ A Lust For Reading Blog

  “The love you feel in this book is wonderful. Between Colin and Nat and with all the women… just wonderful!”

  ~ Battery Operated Book Blog

  “I have read this author's YA books wow totally different writing and man can she write. (…) I love how the author mixed sexual scenes with comedy. It gives multi-dimensions to the book where it can hit on subjects that attract many different types of readers.”

  ~ Lisa Markson, book reviewer

  “Almost Too Far is another great installment into the Almost Bad Boys Series. It will have you roaring with laughter and squirming in need. (…)

  Each page will elicit laughter of some sort, which is only rivaled by its sexual intensity. If you loved the previous books you will fall completely in love with Almost Too Far.”

  ~ The Book Harlots Blog

  “What amazes me about A.O. Peart's writing style in this series is her ability to squeeze such a wildly crazy fun story in such a small number of pages and have everything just feels so right. These books never disappoint, you won't believe how much can happen in under 200 pages.”

  ~ Helena Ison, book reviewer

  ONE

  “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the questions. “Yes” is the answer.”

  Swami X.

  There is definitely something hot about a guy doing his laundry. Especially when he does it like an expert. I’m sitting on the floor in Colin’s kitchen, painting my toenails blood-red while Colin loads the dryer.

  He comes out of the laundry room, shirtless, only wearing black sweat pants that ride low on his hips. My heart does the familiar flip. He gets me each time I see him undressed. Let’s just say his rigorous workout schedule pays off and then some.

  “You’re gawking.” Colin laughs, opens the fridge, and starts rummaging inside.

  I gape at his wide, muscular shoulders, his well-defined back that tapers down to the small waist and the tight, perfectly-shaped butt, now hidden under those loose-fitting sweat pants.

  “You would be too if I walked around the house half-naked,” I fire back.

  “Why won’t you?”

  I shrug and wait for him to turn around. When he does, I unhurriedly lift my t-shirt and take it off. I toss it on the floor by his feet, smirking.

  “The bra too.” He takes a sip from his Coke can, watching me intently.

  I reach back to unclasp my bra, noticing his eyes open slightly wider. “You’re gawking,” I imitate his statement.

  “I always do when you undress.” A slow, lazy smile lifts the corners of his lips. He casually leans with his back against the granite counter.

  My bra slides off and lands on top of my t-shirt. I return to painting my toenails. “So this is going to be a casual party, right? I didn’t bring anything dressy, just a skirt and a simple top.” We are going to Helga’s, Colin’s great-grandma’s eighty-fifth birthday party, but I couldn’t get much out of him about what to wear. Go figure.

  “Don’t sweat it. You’ll look fantastic, no matter what you wear. But I like what you have on now.” Which isn’t much.

  I snort and finish painting the last toenail and then replace the top on the nail polish bottle. I lean back, admiring my handiwork. “I like what you have on now too, but that won’t do at your great-grandma’s party.”

  “I wasn’t suggesting going there like this.” He grins cheekily.

  “What were you suggesting then?” I pretend not to have a clue. I’m such a tease.

  He takes another long sip of his Coke and then says, “Changing into our party clothes.” Ah, so we are going to play the tease game.

  “Already? We have time. Don’t you want to be fashionably late? Fifteen minutes maybe?” I say innocently.

  “I’m sure Helga’s friends have been at the house since early morning. There isn’t a certain time to arrive at their parties.” He shrugs. “Both Helga and Libby are totally cool with people hanging out at their place.”

  “Who else is coming?” I stretch my arms over my head and yawn.

 
Colin watches me hungrily—no wonder, since my naked boobs are on display.

  “A lot of friends and neighbors.” Colin puts his Coke down. “Come here.”

  “You come here. My nails need to dry.” I pat the spot on the floor next to me, running my tongue suggestively over my upper lip.

  Something dark and sexy flashes in his eyes. With a fleeting smile, he walks over to me, kneels down between my legs, and splays the fingers of one hand at my nape.

  Right before he kisses me, he murmurs, “You are wearing a fuck-me look.”

  I grin and instinctively part my lips, welcoming Colin’s familiar mouth. He slides his tongue just past my lower lip, only teasing, as if trying some new territory. My fingers weave through his hair, and I press him to me. He tastes like cherry Coke—sweet and cool.

  His hand slides over my breast, the thumb circling my nipple. I inhale sharply, and my eyelids flutter in response to this exquisite awakening of my senses. Without breaking the kiss, Colin moves his hands to under my thighs and pulls me onto him. I wrap my legs around his hips and press my already-aching-with-need sex to the spot on his pants where his bulging erection feels like a promise of sweet seduction.

  Colin growls deep in his throat, and his tongue rhythmically works my mouth into frenzy. I move up and down, rubbing against his hardness. His hands are under my skirt, spread on my buttocks, fingers digging into my flesh. I want him to take my panties off and remove his sweats. I’m about to say so when a few long beeps come from the laundry room.

  Colin pulls back, one corner of his mouth lifted in his sexy signature smile. “Come on.”

  “Where?” I sound disappointed even to my own ears. Is that all I’m gonna get? No way!

  “The next load of laundry needs to go into the dryer,” he explains, tugging me up to my feet.

  “And that can’t possibly wait?” I ask, incredulously.

  “Ah, so exasperated,” he scorns me, chuckling. “Just follow me.”

  I groan but stomp after him. Colin moves the dried clothes into a large basket and opens the washer. He pulls each piece of clothing out and throws it quickly into the dryer, closes it, and then turns it back on. He looks at me, and I see the pure, primal hunger in his eyes. Oh, no! What the heck does he have in mind?

  Colin lifts me up and sits me on top of the humming dryer.

  “Hey.” I laugh. “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see,” he murmurs against my lips, tugging on my panties. Oh, finally they’re coming off.

  “Wow. Here?”

  “Why not?” He spreads my legs to the sides and slides me closer to him until I lean back, supported on my bent elbows.

  Holy smoke! I snort but then think this actually might be fun. The dryer’s gentle motion adds to the excitement, and a soft heat against my skin feels wonderful.

  Colin pulls down his sweat pants only enough to free up his huge erection. He’s commando underneath, which doesn’t surprise me since he often goes without his boxers. His veined cock bobs against his flat, strong stomach. By now my heart is pounding in my chest and desire uncontrollably floods my body.

  Colin slides me forward some more and positions my bent knees over his shoulders.

  “Whoa!” I grasp the edges of the dryer, squealing.

  “I’ve got you. Relax,” he murmurs and lowers himself down to me. His blue eyes bore into mine, and there is that little crooked smile on his lips that always makes me want to rip his clothes off. Well, his clothes are already mostly off, so I just wrap my legs behind his neck and pull my knees to the sides, giving him an easy access to where I ache his mouth to be.

  Colin rests his palms on the top of the dryer, enclosing me between his strong arms. He lowers his head, and I bite my lip when I feel his warm breath on my sex.

  He doesn’t waste any time. His tongue glides up and down my cleft, dipping in, teasing. I moan, my fingers entwined in his hair. I move my hips in sync with Colin’s mouth. We flawlessly fit together. We are matched to precision. There is no second thought on how we are or on what we do together. He and I—we make this perfect.

  Colin grasps the sides of my butt and holds me firmly in place. His mouth and tongue relentlessly drive me toward release. I cry out, my voice low and guttural. The placid vibrating of the dryer adds to this overwhelming, sweet sensation, and I’m lost, letting myself soar in the roaring pleasure, screaming his name and desperately pressing myself into his mouth.

  Quickly, he stands up, not taking his eyes off me. In one swift movement, he pulls me up and kisses me hard, his tongue parting my lips and sliding possessively inside. I taste my own arousal in his skillful kiss. God, the guy can kiss!

  I envelop him with my legs and arms and feel his rigid cock pulse against my hot, drenched pussy. The desire quickly starts building inside me again, or maybe it wasn’t quenched enough and it is still going strong.

  His hand goes behind my head, fingers wrapping in my hair. He pulls my head back and moves lower to kiss my throat. I lean back, supporting myself on my arms, hands spread flat on the warm surface of the dryer.

  Colin reaches for my left breast, and I feel his teeth grazing over my swollen nipple. He takes it in his mouth and gently bites it, sucking and adeptly swirling his tongue around it at the same time. I cry out in pleasure, arching my back toward him. His hand goes down from the back of my head to between my shoulder blades; the other hand finds my right breast and kneads it, thumb circling relentlessly over the elongated in-need nipple.

  “I want to suck you,” I say quickly, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

  He moves his mouth to my other breast and rasps against it, “You’ll get your chance.”

  How can he be so much in control? I’m ready to explode again, but he’s not even letting me take over? I won’t argue, because what he’s doing to me feels like heaven. And I want more, much more.

  Colin grasps my hips and, without any warning, enters me, slamming hard against me. I scream in pure pleasure, arching my back again. He watches me, pounding ceaselessly and holding me in his firm hands, so I am just where he wants me to be. My breasts jiggle rhythmically, and I see Colin’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth and inhales sharply then clenches his teeth, still watching my D-cup boobs dance to his music.

  “I could do you nonstop, Natalie,” he growls between the ragged breaths. “You’re so beautiful. And your tits…” He stills, squeezes his eyes closed, and throws his head back.

  He is gorgeous with his strong, lean muscles moving under taut, glistening-with-sweat skin, and his black hair carelessly tousled. His pecks and washboard abs quiver as he quickly regains his control.

  “Oh, fuck.” He grins. “You’re killing me, baby. I almost lost it.”

  This is rare. Colin can go for a long time, giving me multiple orgasms while never struggling to wait with his own. Oh, hell, he’s entitled to a little slip here and there.

  He’s at it again, the smile gone, replaced by the pure erotic craving. I love watching him like this, when his gentle side is gone and switched to the alpha male strength and possessiveness. If I could only bottle up all that testosterone, I could make a fortune selling it. I mentally slap myself for thinking stupid thoughts. Focus, Natalie. The guy is doing everything to make you come. Ah, that. Of course—I’m ready.

  “Come on, babe.” Colin brings me back to this delicious reality. “Only six minutes left.”

  “What?”

  “The dryer. It’ll be done in six minutes,” he says between the ragged breaths.

  “We are timed by the dryer?”

  He laughs. “Yeah, we are. Come on, I wanna feel you come around me. Hard. Squeeze me hard.”

  Oh, when you put it that way… I shudder in the most delicious orgasm, screaming Colin’s name and begging him not to stop, to pound even firmer, deeper. He growls in appreciation and keeps going.

  After the reverberations of my wonderful release stop rocking my body, Colin pulls out, tugs his pants back over his swollen erection,
and lifts me off the dryer. He carries me out of the laundry room and into his bedroom.

  “A change of venue?” I hold onto his neck, sucking and licking his earlobe.

  “Yeah.”

  He kicks the door open and throws me on the bed. I squeal and laugh, bouncing on the mattress. He knows I love it.

  “Come here,” Colin commands, holding his cock in his hand.

  I obey, and slowly crawl toward him, licking my lips, my eyes on him.

  He wraps my hair around his hand and positions my head directly in front of his rigid penis. “Suck. Hard.”

  Okay, so we are playing a submissive game. I can do that. I grasp his cock in my hand and tease the shiny head with my lips and tongue, watching Colin. His jaws clench and unclench, and his abs tighten, sending a strong shiver through his manhood. It jolts against my tongue.

  I open my mouth and take him in—at first only a little, gliding him in and out between my lips. But then I relax my throat muscles and take him deep, all the way. He grunts long and hoarse, his fingers tightening in my hair.

  “Go faster. Suck,” he demands, watching me hungrily. There is no smile, only a deep concentration. But that’s not all—clearly, I see appreciation and something like… astonishment?

  He enjoys this sensation, so I oblige. I adore when he’s entirely at my mercy. He puts his other hand to my nape and now guides me, or himself, or the both of us.

  “Natalie. Baby, you feel so good.” Colin starts moving faster, holding my head with both hands, grunting in pleasure. His eyes darken, his brows knitted together.