In Bed with the Devil: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Tia Siren

  I could tell that there was more than that, but I was grateful to get what I did. Garrett and I burst into applause, which she returned with bows.

  “Thank you so much,” said Bailey. “I’ve had that in my head all day. I hope I can figure out the right music to go with it.”

  “I’m sure you will,” said Garrett. “I wanted to hear the rest of it!”

  I both wanted to hear the rest of it and wanted it to end. I couldn’t ask it out loud, but I wondered if the new song was about her and me.

  She angled her cell phone again and took yet another selfie of the two of us together.

  “What was that for?” I asked her.

  “Because I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she answered. “I miss that— being able to look at you and know precisely what was going through your head.”

  She leaned her head into my chest, cuddling up into me unashamed.

  “You’re going to take over,” I said to her.

  She laughed. “We’ll see.

  Garrett eventually left, intent on crashing on his couch and ending the day with more beer. Bailey and I walked around in between sitting on a random bench or finding a suitable spot in the grass. The crowds never dwindled, and the people were fueled by good times.

  I walked us over to a vacant building a block away from the grounds, taking her by the hand and escorting us inside when we found the door unlocked.

  The building was impossibly dark until I found the light switch. Once I flipped the switch, I was hit with nostalgia. I hadn’t been inside that tiny building for nearly two decades.

  “What’s this building?” she asked. “I never went in here.”

  “This is where I used to go for Cub Scout meetings,” I reflected. “We’d tie knots, build those little toy cars and rockets for competitions. Oh, this is where I got my first knife. My little Scout knife still works!”

  She laughed. “I totally forgot you were in the Scouts. Um—I can’t see you as a Boy Scout.”

  “Well, I didn’t stay in Scouts for too long,” I reminded her. “I didn’t see me as one, either. If we’d had actual music courses in grade school maybe we’d have had a more active social life as kids.”

  “What would it have mattered to you?” she went. “You’re not playing music anymore. What are you missing out on?”

  She was trying to stir me up and have a little fun. I didn’t take the bait.

  “It doesn’t look like there are any beds or cots here so we could take a nap,” she said. “Maybe we should head back outside.”

  Then, I strolled back over to the light switch, flipping it back off. In the little light that managed to pierce through the windows and doors, I was able to see her outline.

  Once I’d gotten up to her, I grabbed onto her and held her tightly.

  “I’m real,” I muttered.

  I pulled her into me, kissing her lips, overflowing with overwhelming need. I didn’t just want Bailey Wright. I needed her. I needed to taste her sweet mouth. I had to feel her breath and hear it. I needed to grow and thrust inside of her, and I needed to feel our bodies work together to create something incredible.

  Chapter 16

  Bailey

  I could barely see him at all as he had his way with me in the darkness. It was exhilarating, not knowing what he was going to do next or where. His mouth stayed with mine, but his hands would appear on various parts of my body. I loved the way he would massage my breasts and squeeze my ass.

  He guided us over to a large table up against the wall. He lifted me up and sat me on the edge. We kept kissing, furiously licking each other like animals. We were moaning like sex-deprived teenagers, and we didn’t even have our clothes off yet.

  We stopped kissing for a moment. When we restarted, I could feel his hot skin. He’d taken his shirt off, and he was working on removing mine. I felt along his arms and shoulders, wondering where his tattoos were. I could feel the work and effort he’d put in to make his body such a work of art. His muscles were unbelievably firm.

  Once we were fully naked, he began to play with what was firmest on him. He rubbed the fat head of his juicy dick tenderly against my wet folds and eager clit. I had to wrap my hands around his ass and pull him into me for him to finally stop teasing me.

  When he penetrated me, it felt like it did that first night we’d had sex at his house. I was so wet for him, but even my drenched walls weren’t enough for what was coming. He was expanding me much further than he had in many years.

  He was going faster than usual, digging deeper each time my moans increased in volume. He had one hand on my side, holding me steady on the table, while his other hand was covering my mouth, attempting to muffle my screams and increase my lust. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that turned on.

  He ran his hand down my body, taking it away from my mouth to focus his thumb hard on my clit. I bit my lip, trying my best not to scream. I knew that if the park were empty, I would have filled the walls of this place with my unfiltered screams of pleasure.

  “Bailey,” I thought I heard him moan.

  “Darren,” I said back to him and whimpered.

  He slowed down inside me just a bit.

  “Bailey,” he said clearly.

  “Darren.”

  “Bailey, you’re too much.”

  “You can’t handle me?” I giggled.

  “We both know I’m quite capable of handling you, young lady.”

  It was that line, mixed with his thrusting and pressure on my clit that caused me to tighten and pulse around his shaft as my orgasm exploded. I laughed. I cried. And I moaned loudly enough for everyone within a quarter mile of the building to hear. Neither of us cared, and this caused him to grab me tighter to use as leverage to send him over the edge. Just as I was completed, he finished himself inside my hungry pussy. I took his sauce happily. It felt warmer the more it filled me up. I wondered if he could feel my fluids.

  Then, as we became drained, only one thing mattered: Getting the hell out of the building.

  “You think anyone heard us?” he asked as he threw his shirt back on.

  “I think everyone in Rome heard us,” I replied as I slid my underwear back on. “Or me, at least. I’m so sorry I was so loud.”

  “Don’t ever make an apology about that,” he said as he tugged his pants back on.

  I wanted to throw his pants back off and put him in my mouth so I could remember what he tasted like. I wanted to feel his tongue where his dick had just been.

  “Wanna go back to the fairgrounds?” he asked.

  “No,” I answered. “Honestly, I just want to go back to your house, and I want you to fuck me again. I want us to have sex all night long until the sun comes up or we pass out. How does that sound?”

  “Uh, that sounds fucking incredible,” he stammered adorably.

  “Let’s get moving before the cops show up!” I said as I put my bra back on.

  Then, like clockwork, we heard the door open nearby. Someone was coming in.

  Like children being caught, we grabbed the rest of our clothes and hid behind a wall, waiting for the grown-up to leave. We kept stifling our own laughter, occasionally putting another article of clothing back on.

  The man turned the lights on. It was a single male park officer. He was curious, suspicious, and scanning the building hoping to catch someone red-handed. He walked around, never speaking, moving from room to room. He never saw us.

  Then, as he was leaving the building, leaving the lights on, I heard him say over his radio:

  “Williams. Can you send over the boys from Floyd PD? Thanks.”

  Our eyes widened. “Shit!” we both whispered.

  Still laughing like kids, we finished putting all our clothes back on and thought about our escape. The park officer was standing outside the only usable door.

  We darted over to the light switch, smiling because we both had the same idea. We turned the lights back off. He took my hand, ran us closer to the door, and hid us
behind a counter on the opposite wall.

  “Shh!” we kept whispering to each other through fits of laughter.

  Eventually, the park ranger discovered that the lights were off. He stared at the building, contemplating. He decided to reenter and investigate.

  As the officer headed toward the light switch, Darren grabbed onto my hand tighter and ran us out of the building.

  We ran toward his car. We could hear distant shouts of “Hey!” but we never looked back. We ran past other partygoers, families, and police officers as we ran further away from the little building that we borrowed. Our escape wasn’t clean, but it was swift.

  We’d been running really fast. He eventually let go of my hand once I wasn’t keeping up.

  “Hold it!” I bellowed.

  “We’ll rest at the car!” he yelled. “We’re making our getaway!”

  “Our getaway is futile if I die before we make it to the car!” I could barely get the words out.

  We slowed down but didn’t stop moving. He took me by the hand again.

  “I’ve missed this side of you,” I told him.

  “What side is that?”

  “The jubilant, totally footloose side,” I answered.

  “Well, it’s easy to be jubilant when you’ve had the kind of company that I’ve had,” he quipped.

  “I’ve missed a lot of things,” I admitted. “I’m not ready to go back home yet. I can’t. Not when things are so spectacular.”

  “And, I don’t want to go to work at all!” he replied. “I don’t want to work on heaters and A/C when I could be doing anything with you. I’m taking tomorrow off.”

  “Don’t start taking time off like that,” I teased. “Before you know it, you’ll be quitting your job to do something you really love.”

  He looked like he was going to retort, but we’d made it back to the car.

  I looked into the back of the car. Ironically, the first time that Darren and I had sex was in the back of a car. I thought back on that night and how incredible it was.

  I wasn’t alone in those thoughts, it seemed. I looked up at Darren, who gave me a knowing look. We both glanced at the backseat, grinned like idiots, and threw open the back doors so that we could quickly crawl inside.

  I lay on the seats on my back. He hovered on top of me, kissing my neck and licking my ears. I began to grind my hips toward him, my body needing him like air.

  I wondered if I might awaken another side of him that I rarely got to see in any form.

  “Could we try something?” I whispered to him.

  He leaned on his arms, looking down at me with intrigue.

  “Will you trust me?” I asked.

  He raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless.

  I grabbed onto his wrist. “I trust you, too”

  Without explicitly saying aloud what I wanted, I manipulated his hand to do my bidding. I slowly, carefully and tenderly moved his hand up to my neck. I spread his fingers apart so that his entire hand would cover my throat. I pressed my hands into his, hoping that he’d know to squeeze me.

  He was clearly reluctant, and I didn’t blame him.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “Just be gentle.”

  “I’ve never used my hands on you like this,” he said. “I don’t know how comfortable I am. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “What’s pleasure without a little bit of pain?”

  In time, his hand began to tighten on my neck. As he lightly choked me, soaking my underwear, I reached for his pants to undo them.

  It was harder to catch a full breath The more I struggled, the hotter it felt. He never went too tight, and he never broke any boundaries. He knew exactly where to go and kept his strength focused.

  I slid his pants off of him while one hand continued to choke me and the other was fondling my chest. I’m not sure how I moved when he was pinning me down with such force. I could feel his thick cock rubbing against my legs. His girth was filling so quickly for me that I worried he might ejaculate before injecting me.

  He let go of my throat, using that hand to hold onto the back of my neck instead of the front. He massaged my neck, relieving me of such intense head trauma that I didn’t even know I had. His touch was healing, relieving, and amazingly gratifying. I was moaning his name for a multitude of reasons.

  When he finally decided to insert his throbbing member inside of me, I was startled. He continued to rub my neck while he aggressively pounded into me. He kept one hand on the seat in front of him, and I kept both of my hands wrapped around his neck. I felt like I was melting.

  This time, as he brought me close to a quick orgasm, I didn’t care at all who could hear me. I almost laughed when I pictured the park ranger hearing my cries of joy again, but now from a different direction.

  Luckily for me, he was able to save his thick package until after my pussy clamped tight onto his shaft. In another startling move, as his thrusts began to pick up speed in preparation for his release, his hand found my throat again. With each burst of his cum bounding into me, his grip got a little tighter, causing me to really choke.

  He roared like a lion once his balls were totally drained. He pulled out, let go of my throat, and we both collapsed together in the backseat. The car windows were fogged up, and there were occasional sounds of footsteps and cars around them driving away.

  “I’ll bet they’re thinking, ‘Yeah, someone’s having sex in that car,’” said Darren.

  I snuggled up to him, kissing his lips and cheeks, not getting enough of him.

  “So, you’re not leaving tomorrow?” he asked.

  “No, sir,” I said into his neck. I bit his earlobe, tugging on it.

  “You don’t have to feel guilty about leaving if that’s it,” he said. “I promise I’m not going to be mad or anything if you leave. I’ll be sad, but I won’t, like, blame you or anything. Don’t stay on my account.”

  “I want to be here, Darren,” I said. “I’m staying a little while longer. And, I can stay wherever you’re most comfortable. Me, personally? I’d like you to get back inside of me, naked, on your bed in your house.”

  We kissed for several seconds, holding it until we couldn’t breathe.

  “Then, let’s get a move-on.” He chuckled.

  Chapter 17

  Darren

  I woke up annoyed. My alarm was going off louder than I remembered it ever being. It was Monday morning, which meant I was going to have to get ready for work. Ironically, the air conditioning in my house wasn’t working.

  Another thing that made me even more annoyed was having to leave the beautiful angel sleeping in my bed beside me. She was stunning no matter where she was, what she looked like, or what she was doing. I was tempted to take pictures of her so I could remember the raw beauty that I was waking up to. I didn’t want to feel like a creep, so I decided against it, choosing instead to sketch it into my memory like a tattoo.

  I took a quick shower, ate a disappointing breakfast, and tried to escape without making any noise. I let Bo out for his morning bathroom routine, let him back in with a milk bone waiting for him, and I took my leave, locking the door behind me.

  It felt strange driving to work knowing that Bailey was still in my house, sleeping in my bed, feet away from my dog. The closer I got to work, the more I started resenting it. It was the first time since I started working for Mel’s that I truly didn’t want to be there. I almost didn’t care about the idea of calling in sick just so I could return to that bed and that woman.

  I thought about what Bailey had joked about before. I contemplated what it would be like for me to quit my job and pursue music in Tennessee. I was assuming that Bailey and I would be together, but I considered that maybe I was dwelling on wishful thinking.

  When I got to work, I stayed bored for quite some time. It was a slow morning, with barely any calls coming in or assignments to do. It felt like the day was taunting me. While I was doing nothing, Bailey was back at the house.

  Around ten, I rece
ived a text from Bailey that read, “Do you want me to let Bo out to do her business?”

  I replied with, “Already took care of that, thank you missy ☺.”

  Garrett and I were sitting in the break room for nearly an hour watching some odd daytime talk show about older women dating teenage boys. We were lounging, scrolling through our phones, not making a sound. We didn’t end up going far from the break room until after lunch when we finally got our first assignment.

  As Garrett and I were driving toward the home that needed our assistance, I had filled him in on what had been going on with Bailey and me. I didn’t hold back on details, and by the end of it, I felt drained.

  “Wow,” laughed Garrett. “That’s quite a lot to process.”

  I nodded. “I know. I can’t stop thinking about her, man.”

  “But, you know you’re going to have to,” he said. “I’m not going to listen to you whine and bitch about this girl for another hundred years.”

  “Shut up,” I responded. “That was then, this is way later. I’m not the same guy I was back then. I’m not a dumb kid anymore. I’ve got my life in order.”

  Garrett didn’t seem to accept this. “Okay, bro.”

  “What?”

  “If you keep going down this path, you are going to bum even harder when she leaves,” said Garrett. “She has a life in the big city, and she’s going even further than that. The bigger fish she’s about to fry ain’t anywhere near here, Darren.”

  “I don’t think I’m the only one going insane over here,” I snapped. “She could’ve left days ago! If she’s got bigger fish to fry, why isn’t she back frying them?”

  “Maybe she doesn’t need to go back right away,” he speculated. “She hasn’t been here for a long time. Maybe she’s staying a while because she knows after this time she’s never coming back.”

  “You really think she won’t ever come back to Rome?”

  “Come on,” he said giving me a look. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought it. Her dad and mom are both buried here. The only real friend she has here is you, so it’s not like she’s running out on anyone. She’s going to take over Tennessee. Then she’ll probably go to LA or one of those other big cities.”