The Bad Boy Arrangement

by Nora Flite

  Dropping to my knees, I threw the heavy folds of her dress up and over her hips. She was wearing a pair of white panties, the fabric pulling tight over her ass. “Fucking hell,” I said. “What a view.”

  Tracing my fingers over her thighs, I hooked the panties, tugging them deep in her flesh. She squeaked when the cloth pulled between her cheeks, then further, right between her pussy lips.

  With two fingertips, I lightly outlined her swollen folds, back and forth, avoiding her clit. “The night we hooked up, you wouldn't let me eat your pussy. This time, I'm taking what I want.”

  “W—wait, wait—ahh!” Nix pushed her face into the wall, muffling her sounds. She hadn't been ready for me to dive in, licking straight up her cunt and along her asshole. Yanking the soaked fabric to one side, I spread my tongue over her shiny pink lips.

  She tasted fantastic, a flavor that I couldn't define. I was a rabid animal in my frenzy to reach deeper, lick further. I pulled her labia open on one side, exploring every fold.

  My teeth dug into the soft meat of her ass, and when she started to shake, I gripped her hips even harder to keep her on her feet.

  “You like this, don't you?” I whispered against her, the layers of the wedding dress drifting over my back. “No. Actually, you fucking love this. Did you even know how greedy your pussy was? That it needed to be adored like this?”

  “People—ah! People are going to hear us!”

  “I want them to hear us. I want everyone to know how good I'm fucking my future wife in here. That she belongs to me, and that I can't go more than a few minutes without craving her cunt.”

  “Fuck,” she gasped, straining to push her hips back into my face.

  Nudging my fingers lower, I pet her clit in quicker strokes. Nix whimpered, sweat starting to shine across her thighs. “You're close, baby doll. You're right there. Need me to push you over the edge?”

  “Yes! Please, yes, just... fuck... I'm...”

  “Cumming,” I chuckled, filling her pussy with two fingers—then three—as she started to buck. “Yeah, I know, and it's making my cock rock hard.” Growling, I rolled my eyes in my skull and shivered. She was gyrating all over my hand, her knees rattling.

  Nix must have pushed her fist against her mouth, because her obscene cries were muffled. The noise she made when I yanked my fingers out, snapping her panties in two, wasn't.

  “I can't wait anymore,” I said, throwing my belt to the floor. Standing, I shoved my zipper down, the release finally easing the pain of my compacted cock.

  Nix twisted, panting as she looked back at me. It was a gorgeous sight; those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, wet lips. Grabbing her hair, I forced her to arch so I could reach her eager mouth and kiss her.

  This woman... why had I tried fighting against my desire for her?

  She was mine.

  My sanity lied in embracing that fact.

  “Abell,” she moaned, rolling against me. “Never stop kissing me.”

  Smiling around her lips, I hoisted my cock out of my briefs, rubbing it over the top of her ass. It pulsed with my need, smearing precum over her skin. Dipping it down, I slid the fat head over her soaked entrance.

  As I started to slide in, I twirled my tongue across hers. “Ready?” I asked.

  Swallowing, she tried to break the kiss. “Wait, no, we need a condom.”

  Capturing her mouth roughly with mine, I pushed her to the wall, making the stall quake with the impact. “No condom,” I hissed. My cock nudged at her, sinking in a mere inch but spreading her pussy all the same. “You're marrying me, remember? I want everything that entails. Your pussy is mine, Nix Halloway.” I spread her further; she whimpered. “I'm going to brand it with my cum, it belongs to me.”

  I was on a wild ride mixed from lust and obsession. Nix was everything I wanted, I ached to my very root with a primal urge to fill her with my seed. Then she'd be mine, every man in the world would know she was my wife once she was swollen with my baby.

  Don't, a small voice of reason warned me. Don't get her pregnant. You can't be a father, you're terrible... this world is fucking terrible...

  My logic was worn down by my frantic hunt for release.

  Nix was trying to kiss me, but her brain was firing just enough to keep her standing. She ground back on me, demanding more of my cock as I fed it to her ever so lovingly. I was sweating bullets by the time my balls brushed her sweet ass.

  Holding her by her hair, I licked her neck. My nose was in her ear, my voice gritty and thick. “Tell me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me,” she said softly, writhing on my shaft as I pinned her, not moving.

  “Louder.”

  “Fuck me!” she sobbed, fingers spreading on the wall.

  Bringing my lips to the deep groove between her shoulders, I breathed out. “That's what I needed to hear.”

  Sliding back, we both heard her wetness. Nix was dripping; I looked down, holding her hips and enjoying the sight. My cock was shining with her juice, and I was leaving fingerprints across her plump skin.

  Driving into her, I groaned and threw my head back. Holy hell! She felt too good, pleasure spiking through my body. My cock swelled, the sensation leaving me breathless.

  Nix wanted to slam her thighs back into me, desperate for the entirety of my length. I held her steady, my muscles flexing to keep my control. “I set the pace, babe. I'll fill this pretty pussy with my cum when I'm ready.”

  She watched me, hazy with bliss. Leaning in, I thumbed her lower lip open, nibbling. I didn't know what I preferred; the taste of her pussy or her mouth.

  Again and again, I thrust inside of her. She clung to me with her wet walls, sucking at me, begging me to stay deep. My speed made her thrum from being forced to endure the careful pace. I was holding back. I didn't want to finish yet.

  I didn't... want this to end.

  I don't want US to end.

  Why was I scared of that?

  Because you remember how it hurt to lose someone you loved.

  Gritting my teeth, I bent my head and shut my eyes. Stop. Stop that right fucking now. Sex was supposed to bury those memories. Numb me from the sensation of joy... of longing...

  Love.

  But here I was, wrapped up with Nix, and my escape plan was failing. Being close to her was doing the opposite of what sex was for. Quenching my urges should have made me forget anything and everything that tied me to my emotions.

  Nix was forcing me to experience all of it.

  Breathing through my nose, I held her closer. I didn't want to see her face, I longed for the darkness behind my eyelids.

  She made a noise, and I fucked up—I looked at her again.

  Her eyes were shining, every barrier of hers torn away so I could see the genuine need in her stare. That look was for me. I'd done that to her, and she was letting me see into her heart.

  The wave of heat I was riding finally crashed. My prick jerked inside of her, filling her to capacity. Tension spread through her pussy, distributing over me like a second skin. That connection left me seeing far away planets.

  “Fuck!” I shouted, not caring that everyone for miles might hear. Nix vibrated, squeezing me as she came on my cock. Her nails left marks on the wall, hair hiding her face in a wild spray of copper color.

  Throwing my head back, I stroked inside of her quicker—less controlled. Pressure expanded in my lower belly, electric pleasure moving through me until it brushed the veins of my swollen cock.

  Shuddering, I hissed, “I'm going to fill you the fuck up, Nix. This pussy is mine... you're mine... I...” Trailing off, I dug my hands into her hips. Locking her against that wall, I shot warm, creamy seed inside of her.

  Nix had stopped trying to be quiet; she screamed, thrashing through her orgasm, riding mine out. Every pulse of my cock made her twitch. Every twitch she gave back made my heart spasm.

  “Abell...” She said my name like she was making a wish.

  Looking down, I realized that at some point, I'd swi
tched the position of my hands. My palm was cradling her tummy, holding her possessively.

  How long had we been standing like this? Holding each other up, the white folds of her wedding dress tickling our skin?

  I didn't know. Time had stopped being reliable.

  Something slid over the top of my fingers; Nix's nails. She clasped me against her stomach, holding me there. The ringing in my ears went on, neither of us speaking.

  What did we just do? I wondered if I was insane. She could be pregnant.

  And that... that should have bothered me.

  She traced her touch over my hand. On some unspoken cue, she fell away, and I backed up—freeing her.

  She isn't free.

  If I'd just knocked her up, neither of us would be free from the other. For years... for our whole lives... something would tie us together that was stronger than a marriage vow.

  Nix straightened up, her dress falling around her hips as she faced me. The lights in the stall were subtle, but under them, she looked like a queen. A snow queen, I thought. No. Fire.

  Both.

  She was hot in all the right ways, and her chill kept her from burning out. Nix was the perfect balance.

  Lifting her eyes to mine, she hesitated. A flicker of uncertainty passed between us in the air. This was where it would all fall apart. Now that the blinding rush of sex was gone, what could keep us from seeing how wrong we were to be doing this?

  Nix pressed a hand to her belly and said, “Now you have to marry me.”

  I froze. “What?”

  “If I'm pregnant... we have to do this. There's no turning back now.” She was staring me down, almost feral in her edginess. She wasn't asking me a question, but I knew, deep down, she really was.

  She wanted to know if I'd run away.

  It was what I'd always done. It kept me safe from being hurt.

  And from hurting anyone else.

  My feet moved; the small distance was erased. Curling my arms around her, I searched her face until I could have drawn it from memory. Nix was stiff, waiting for me to answer before she would relax.

  “I already told you,” I said softly, “You're my future wife. You belong to me.”

  Under my touch, she collapsed. Her arms circled me, temple landing on my chest. It was the position we'd held at the party, hiding away in that secret room. Only this time, when we kissed...

  We didn't stop.

  - Chapter Eleven -

  Nix

  I'd done it.

  I'd literally fucked my way into trouble.

  Every calculated decision I'd made in my life, it had run screaming out the door after what I'd done—what we'd done—in that stall.

  Abell had broken our agreement.

  He'd had sex with me again.

  And I...

  I was just as much to blame.

  Brushing the zipper of my jacket, I cradled my stomach. I hadn't just slept with Abell Birch, playboy extraordinaire. I'd also let him cum inside of me.

  I could be pregnant.

  Never in my life had I thought about having kids. My parents had soured me on the idea with how they'd treated me and Gram.

  But there was an upside to their denial of the typical fuzzy and fun childhood. They'd raised me to be a perfect marketing genius, a woman who could run their company. I hadn't wanted to be a mother, or a wife, or anyone but a top CEO.

  Until now.

  Shivering in the early morning breeze, I watched my feet as I walked. The world around me felt distant, almost fake. Nothing held my focus except my hazy future with Abell.

  I need to talk to him.

  We'd said so many words while my wedding dress had hung off of me like the husk of a flower. The questions I still had... the worries... had bloomed full force over the past few days.

  This stuff wasn't phone call material.

  I had to see him in person.

  Approaching his apartment, I lifted my eyes. It was early, I assumed he wouldn't be awake yet. I'd barely slept, myself.

  On the curb, I noticed a midnight blue car. I couldn't say what kind it was, just that it looked expensive—brand new. Of course, this was New York City, so fancy cars weren't a shock.

  The man who stepped out was.

  “Mr. Birch,” I said automatically, pulling up short.

  Corin looked at me, his black-gloved hands gripping the edge of his door. “Miss Halloway, what are you doing here?”

  I worked my jaw, trying to come up with a good answer, all while struggling to make sense of why my luck was so bad. I had no love for this man, especially after what I'd learned about how he'd treated his late wife.

  Hiding my disgust would be a challenge.

  “I'm here to see Abell. Is that a problem?”

  His face was as flat as a frozen lake. “I'm surprised to see you seeking him out. I didn't think Abram was someone you wanted to associate with by choice.”

  I stood taller, digging for the part of me that wasn't intimidated by big wigs like Corin Birch. After all, I'd faced down plenty of pinch-faced men in thousand-dollar suits while working for Halloway Inc.

  Who was he to scare me? “We need to discuss a few things,” I said.

  “I hope one of them is the grandchild you owe me.”

  My hackles went up. On reaction, I grabbed at my belly. Corin saw this, his eyes flicking down to my hands, then to my face. Had I given myself away?

  “You know,” I said slowly, “There's a chance that won't happen. What if I can't get pregnant?”

  His smile was dripping with slime. “You should really read that contract better. It's not just about the wedding. The clause is quite clear, pregnant within the first year... or everything reverts back to Birch Industries.”

  A clause? Of course, Corin wasn't the type to allow wiggle room. I should have known.

  My nails chewed into my palms. “Why do you even want a grandchild? You have no love for your own son, how could you care about someone he helped create?”

  I must have hit a sensitive spot, because I glimpsed his eyes darkening. Corin carried his own personal shadow, and it made his edges razor-like; a human sword that itched to cut me in two. “Abram is a fuckup, Miss Halloway. A fact that will always be my shame. But there's a chance his child will be nothing like him. Especially with me around to keep him in line.”

  He keeps calling his own son a fuckup. That made me bristle. It was true that Abell had some bad habits, but the more time I spent with him, the more good I saw.

  Unable to hold back, I spoke with a low, clipped tone. “You're wrong about him.”

  He leaned away, eyebrows furrowing harshly. “Excuse me?”

  “Abell isn't as bad as you think, and as his father, you shouldn't say such cruel stuff about him.”

  His silence was deafening. The man studied me as if he wanted to find the easiest way to dissect my body. “Are you falling for him, Miss Halloway?”

  Tripping on my own tongue, I stuttered. “That—what—no! Of course not!” The question left me floating, every possible answer scary in its own way.

  Wordlessly he turned, ducking into his car. With the window down, he leaned towards me. “Tell Abell I'll come back later, once he's... done with you.” He started to roll the window up, then stopped. “Never instruct me on how to speak about my son. You don't have the right.”

  I didn't have a response. I was saved from trying; he drove away from the curb, vanishing down the street.

  What the hell was that about?

  I was curious why Corin had been here, was it to berate Abell? Tell him he had better move forward, get me pregnant?

  Recalling the slow burn in his voice when he asked if I was falling for his son, I quivered. It was a good question, but not one I wanted to answer.

  Pregnant by the first year. Again, I found myself touching my stomach. The habit was becoming unconscious. I have to see Abell. Climbing the steps, I pressed the buzzer for the building.

  No one answered.

 
Frowning, I pushed again, wondering if Abell was so asleep he couldn't hear. Dammit. Sighing impatiently, I dug for my phone, thinking of just calling him. As I turned, I caught movement to my right.

  Abell was jogging down the sidewalk, red sneakers pumping as fast as his fists. In one hand, he clutched a black hoodie. His arms were exposed in a muscle-shirt, shiny from sweat so that his tattoo sleeves looked fresh and glossy.

  One look at his fit body, and it was easy to forget how strange Corin Birch had been acting. But wasn't Abell freezing?

  He's got too much natural heat to freeze.

  After all, it was easy to remember how warm his palms had been when he'd slid them along my spine.

  The guy is stupidly hot. And I was stupid for being weak to that.

  “Hey,” Abell said, slowing down beside me. He leaned in, lips pressing to mine before I knew what was happening. Weren't sweaty people supposed to smell bad? Abell gave off waves of pheromones and sharp pine.

  I didn't have time to snap to my senses and end the kiss; he pulled away first, grinning wide. “I guess I'll say 'hey' again,” he chuckled.

  Blinking rapidly, I touched my mouth. “What was that for?” Fuck fuck, slow down you crazy heart!

  “It wasn't for anything.” He hooked his hoodie over his shoulder. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

  Pure joy radiated inside of me. “Really?”

  “Sure. Who wouldn't want to kiss their beautiful fiance?”

  I swallowed once, then I swallowed again.

  Turning towards his apartment, Abell pointed with his chin. “Were you standing out here waiting for me?”

  “Ah, yeah.” Now you look desperate. Good job. Poking my toe into the sidewalk, I smiled. “I wanted to... talk.” I'd wanted to talk, but now, gawking over his perfect specimen of a body, I had other ideas.

  Perception burned in his frosty eyes. “Your poker face isn't as good as you think it is.”

  Adrenaline spiked through me. “What?”

  Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me against his hip, guiding me up the steps. “Get inside. Now.” In a flash we were in the building, his apartment door rising up. He ripped it open, nudging me through.

  The wood slammed behind us.