HIS PLAYTHING: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Voodoo Devils MC)

by Zoey Parker

  Then he took another look at the light in Stef's window and kept going.

  When he got to the trellis, he hooked his hands and feet between the slats cautiously, lifting himself up to test the weight. The wood groaned a bit, but it seemed like it would hold.

  He hoped it would. If he came crashing down on the lawn in a pile of boards and vines, he couldn't think of a single believable excuse he'd be able to give Altamura.

  Bax pulled himself up the trellis, trying not to put too much weight on his injured ankle. He did his best not to count off the seconds in his head as they turned into minutes, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't ascending as easily as he thought he would, and if he didn't make it up the trellis and into Stef's room in the next seventy seconds, he'd have an ass full of buckshot.

  What if she doesn't let you in? his brain scoffed.

  Too late to worry about that, genius, his heart snapped irritably. Just get to the top.

  One of the wooden slats splintered under Bax's left foot, and he almost lost his balance and fell. He was sure Stef or the guard would hear the sound, but the window remained shut and no one came running.

  As Bax reached the highest slats, a splinter dug into the palm of his hand. Twenty seconds, and the guard would come around again.

  Bax leaned over, looking into Stef's window. She was reading in bed.

  He tapped on the glass gently.

  Stef glanced at the window, saw him, and turned pale. She looked like she was about to make a sound of surprise, but Bax put a finger over his lips, indicating for her to remain quiet. She got up and edged over to the window, the shocked expression frozen on her face as she opened it.

  “What are you doing here?” she hissed.

  “I had to see you.”

  Stef seemed taken aback by this. “Well...what if I don't want to see you?”

  “Please,” he panted, trying to maintain his grip on the trellis. “I need to tell you something. It'll only take a second, and it's important. After that, if you want, I'll go away and you'll never have to see me again. Just please let me in, before the guard comes back.”

  She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to grab his arms and help him inside. “All right, I guess you'd better get in here before you get shot. But I don't know why I'm doing this.”

  “Because I'm betting our night together meant as much to you as it did to me,” Bax said as she closed the window behind him and drew the curtain. “I'm betting you've been thinking about me constantly, just like I've been thinking about you. In fact, I'll bet that's why you aren't sleeping tonight.”

  “So first you sleep with me, then you try to distance yourself from me, and now you're coming through my bedroom window like some half-baked Peter Pan? You think you can just jerk me around, is that it?” She folded her arms in front of her obstinately, frowning at him.

  “Listen, on our second date...I didn't want to say any of that stuff to you, okay? If it were up to me, we'd have had another night like the first one, and another, and another. But it wasn't my choice.”

  “So whose choice was it, then?”

  He looked her in the eye, took a deep breath, and took the biggest risk of his life. “The people I'm working with. The ones who are helping me bring down your father.”

  She stared at him, stunned. “What are you talking about?”

  He told her everything.

  Chapter 23

  Stef

  As they sat on the bed together, Stef listened to the entire long, strange story. She knew she should have had a million questions for him, and she did—but for some reason, the least-important one came out first.

  “Bax? What kind of a name is that?”

  He smirked. “Short for Baxter. And believe me, bikers don't take you seriously when you're a Baxter.”

  “I suppose they wouldn't,” she mused, chewing on her lower lip pensively.

  “You don't seem too surprised by all of this,” Bax pointed out.

  Stef thought it over. “I...guess I'm not, actually. This might sound weird, but it confirms a theory my mother already had about you. She tried to tell Dad that you were some kind of fraud who was working with the bikers to rip him off.”

  Bax raised his eyebrows. “Jesus, really? She guessed all that?”

  “Uh-huh. Dad refused to hear it, though. He shouted her down. He's convinced that you're for real, and that you'll make him one of the richest men in the country.” She started to laugh. “Wow, have you seen what you've done to him, by the way? He's completely falling apart! You must be one heck of a con man.”

  “'Hell,'” he corrected her. “And for what it's worth, yeah, I'm one of the best in the world.”

  “And so modest, too,” she said. “If having sex with me wasn't part of the plan, then why did you?”

  He looked deep into her eyes. “You know.”

  “And why tell me everything now?”

  “You know that, too.”

  She shook her head. “Nope. Sorry, but if you want to convince me I should trust you now, you'll need to do a lot better than that.”

  “I told you because whatever we have, I don't want it to be over when we're done scamming your father. I want you to come with me. I know you hate it here, and I know you want to go someplace where your parents can't tell you what to do anymore. You might find it hard to believe, but my childhood wasn't so different from yours where that's concerned—and believe me, staying only guarantees that you'll stay miserable. Eventually, the time comes when all that's left is for you to run away. For you, that time is now.”

  “Is that the only reason?” she asked warily.

  Bax smiled. “No, there's one more. I helped my friend Skull get payback for what your old man did to him. I'm betting you wouldn't mind some payback of your own. You can help us strike the final blow against him, and come out the other side with enough of his money to live your life however you want.”

  Stef thought this over. It seemed like Bax held the keys to a whole new life, one where all her dreams of freedom and independence could come true. But as she looked at him and processed everything he'd told her, she realized that the dream she most wanted to come true was the dream of being with him.

  She reached out, taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

  The warm breeze of his breath inside her mouth made her light-headed with desire. She felt his hand pressing against the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

  The first time they'd been together like this, Bax had kept his clothes on. Every night since then—even the nights after the second date, when she'd convinced herself that she hated him—she'd been haunted by the thought of what had been under those clothes. His wide shoulders and tapered waist made her hungry to see his body, and she'd promised herself that if she ever had another chance, she'd satisfy her curiosity.

  Now she fumbled with the buttons on Bax's shirt as she kept kissing him, undoing them one at a time until she could pull them aside and gaze at the chest beneath them.

  His pecs and abs were firm. There were tattoos here and there—some of them were vivid and detailed, while others were crude and blurry, like jailhouse ink. She briefly wondered if he'd ever been in prison.

  But one thing caught her attention the most, and she had to stifle a giggle.

  “You're blonde?”

  Bax nodded, smiling.

  She shrugged. “Works for me.” And suddenly her lips were on his neck, working their way down his chest and stomach passionately until she was on her knees in front of his belt buckle. Her fingers trembled as she unbuckled it and lowered his zipper. His cock emerged, already hard for her.

  She took the shaft in her hands for a few moments, kneading it gently, feeling it pulse and quiver in her palms. Then she brushed aside a strand of hair that was hanging in her face and parted her lips, taking him into her mouth.

  A moan escaped Bax's lips and Stef immediately reached out for his hands with hers, squeezing his fingers as a warning. There were several rooms betwee
n her bedroom and her parents' room, but still, they couldn't risk making any sounds above a whisper. Bax signaled his understanding of this with a squeeze back, his breath coming in tight hisses.

  Stef reveled in the feeling of his cock throbbing against her tongue. She felt a secret delight in plunging it deep into her throat, taking herself to the absolute threshold of gagging on it, and then pulling back at the last moment. It was warm as it pushed up against the roof of her mouth over and over again insistently. His hands were wrapped around hers so tightly that her fingers were starting to ache, but she didn't care.

  When she couldn't take it anymore, she withdrew her mouth and stood up between his legs, pushing her panties down and kicking them aside.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Bax?” Stef asked in a hushed tone. She smiled, enjoying the role reversal.

  Bax grinned, nodding. “Oh yes.”

  “Then ask me.”

  Bax's muscular arms snaked around her waist forcefully as he looked into her eyes, teasing her, daring her. “No, I'll tell you. Fuck me, Stef. Fuck me now.”

  Stef felt a delicious shudder edge up her spine at his commanding tone. She hiked up her nightgown and straddled Bax's waist, lowering her wet pussy onto him. She bit back a moan of delight as he penetrated her, feeling him pierce into the molten core of her like a drill seeking precious ore.

  His arms were folded around her torso, holding her tight while he thrust himself up into her. His palms were rough, but the way they touched her back was so gentle. The delicate lips of her pussy were stretched to the aching point around the base of his cock, until she felt as though she might be torn in half.

  Bax's eyes remained locked onto hers. They seemed to want to say so much. But Stef knew he couldn’t say anything, knew they both had to keep quiet as their bodies rocked together in sweaty, delirious silence. The only sounds came from their heavy breathing, growing faster and more jagged with every new push.

  Finally, Stef felt something burst open inside of her like an overfilled water balloon. Her thighs shook and spasmed, clinching around him more tightly. Her heightened gasps seemed to hover on the precipice of becoming something more, a moan, a scream...

  Bax reached for a pillow behind him and handed it to her just in time for her to bite down on it. Then she unleashed a stifled string of shrieked vowels into it, letting go, surrendering to the tidal rush that poured through her entire body. She felt him climax inside of her with a shudder of lust before he collapsed backward onto the bed with a heavy thump.

  Stef pulled herself off of Bax's lap and climbed onto the bed next to him. He put his arm around her and she pressed herself against his side, savoring his scent. They stayed that way for about ten minutes before she raised herself up on one elbow, looking at Bax quizzically.

  “So how do you see me helping you take down my father? I mean, my mother already suspects what you're doing, so that seems like it'd be a pretty impossible hurdle to clear.”

  Bax smiled. “You're right. Which is why the next step needs to be something so convincing, even she can't believe it was staged.”

  He told her his plan. She had to admit, it seemed flawless—she was sure both of her parents would fall for it.

  “Okay, sounds good,” she said. “But meanwhile, we need to get you out of here.”

  Bax pouted. “What, I don't get to stay the night?”

  Stef rolled her eyes. “Ha ha. We need to wait until the guard is on the far side of the house again. Then I can sneak you downstairs, switch off the security system, and let you out the side door. Think you can get over the fence again?”

  “I hurt my ankle on the way up, but I should be able to, yeah.”

  She gave him a stern look. “You'd better. You don't want to know what happened to the last guy my father caught me trying to see behind his back.”

  “Aw, he wouldn't do nothin' like that to me,” Bax said, affecting a thick New York Italian accent. “I'm a freakin' made guy, over here!”

  “Shhh! If he finds you in here, you'll be a made eunuch.” But Stef couldn't stop herself from giggling.

  She peered out of the window, waiting for the guard to finish crossing the lawn. Then she turned to Bax, saying, “It's time. Let's move.”

  As Stef hustled Bax out of her room, she thought she saw something move in the corner of her eye. But when she looked down the hall, she didn't see anyone.

  “What is it?” Bax asked.

  “Nothing. Come on. And make sure you step on the same floorboards and steps that I do.”

  Together, they snuck down to the side door. Stef punched the correct code into the key pad and opened the door. Bax stole a cruelly-short final kiss which left her lips tingling before he broke into a run across the yard, limping slightly. She watched as he shimmied up the fence and disappeared over the other side.

  Then she reset the alarm and crept back up to bed with a big grin, knowing she wouldn't be getting any sleep that night.

  Chapter 24

  Bax

  Bax swiped his key card through the lock on the hotel room door, trying to turn the handle without making any noise. He opened it a crack and listened for Mule's snoring. When he heard it, he nodded to himself and proceeded.

  But as soon as he stepped in and closed the door behind him, a pair of meaty hands grabbed the front of his shirt and swung him around, slamming his back against the wall. Bax landed on his injured ankle and yowled in pain.

  Mule's slack-jawed, slab-like face was inches away from his own.

  “Okay, it looks bad,” Bax said. “I admit it. But really, this isn't what it looks like. I had a sudden craving for oysters, so I figured I'd head over to Felix's for a quick half-dozen—”

  Mule punched Bax in the stomach so hard that all the breath left his body. For a moment, his vision tripled and he thought his soul might have left it, too. He sagged to the floor, wheezing and clutching his belly.

  “Wh-What the...fuck...was that...for?” he panted.

  Instead of answering, Mule shook his head sadly and kicked Bax in the side, just below his ribs. Agony jolted through his organs like forks of lightning and he fell forward, catching himself on his forearms before he could hit the carpet face first. He tried to form words, but for a few seconds, all that came out was a long, gurgling whine.

  “Stop it, Mule!”

  Another kick, this time high up on his thigh, near the hip. Bax yelped, crumpling to one side and clutching the spot where Mule's shoe had landed. The pain still burned in his stomach and side, and he felt like he was playing Whack-a-Mole.

  “If you don't fucking stop it, I'm gonna call for help! I mean it!”

  Mule tilted his head to one side, shrugged, and stomped down hard on Bax's left kidney. His entire body seemed to seize up in a single cramp, and for a moment, reality turned a faded gray and he thought he might lose consciousness.

  “Why are you doing this?” Bax asked in a wet, broken whisper. “You're supposed to be here to protect me!”

  Mule grabbed a handful of Bax's hair and snapped his head back, looking into his eyes. “I am. This is me protecting you. And myself. And everyone else. From you.”

  A fist connected with Bax's crotch and suddenly everything from his waist down seemed far away—it was someplace where pain was eclipsed by a distant and tingling dread more gruesome by far.

  Bax opened his mouth to speak, but all that came up from his throat was a series of whimpers. He'd taken his share of beatings before—a common professional hazard for a con man, even a great one—but Christ, this was the worst.

  “Once you've gotten yourself together, we're going to the warehouse to see the others,” Mule said. “I already called them. They can't wait to talk to you.”

  Chapter 25

  Bax

  Bax's knees were wobbling and his entire body felt like one big bruise as Mule rapped the secret knock on the warehouse door. It opened immediately and Skull's burly arm reached out, seizing Bax by the scruff of the neck and dragging him insi
de.

  “Hey, take it easy,” Bax groaned. “Can't you see the big guy already worked me over?”

  “Enough of your fucking wisecracks, Baxter.”

  Bax hadn't heard Skull use his real name since they were kids. Before he could process that, Skull dragged him across the dusty concrete floor of the warehouse and threw him into the corner roughly, where he collapsed in a heap. When he managed to drag himself to his feet and look around, he saw that everyone—Harry, Millie, David, Tommy, and all the Voodoo Devils—were standing around him in a loose semicircle.