Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance)

by Stone, Vanessa

  Chapter 10

  I walked slowly down the short hallway, an idea forming in my mind. It was wicked, something that I'd never done before, but turnaround was fair play, wasn't it? I cast another glance over my shoulder, saw Luke entering the hallway to the restrooms behind me, and grinned. Instead of turning into the Ladies’ room, I hurried out the exit door. I wasn't sure if he would follow me or not, and I waited with bated breath as I continued to step away from the back door of the restaurant. I headed toward the area where the dumpsters were located in the far corner of the parking lot, where the outside lights of the restaurant didn't reach. Seconds later I heard the back door open and then slam shut. Casting another quick glance over my shoulder, I saw that Luke was following me.

  My eyes widened with dismay when I saw that he was grinning, and both his hands were on his belt buckle. At first I thought he was just trying to look cool, sauntering after me, then then when I did a double take, I realized that he was already unbuckling his belt! I quickly stepped around the painted cinderblock barrier that contained the restaurant dumpsters and had just turned, my back pressed up against a hard wall when Luke rounded the corner, his buckle hanging open and the top button of his jeans already undone.

  Without a word, he unzipped his zipper, dipped his hand inside and shifted slightly. The next moment, his already stiff penis jutted out from his jeans. Without any prompting whatsoever, and again surprised at my actions, I grasped his penis in my hand and ran my thumb softly over the smooth, already slick head. I began stroking, quickly and hard. His lips reached for mine. The kiss was hard, and our teeth actually bumped before I had a chance to open my mouth and play tag with his tongue. Without a word, he pressed up against me. His breath caught as he kissed me, both his hands reaching for the bottom of my skirt, shoving it upward. I felt those same hands yanking down my panties. I should've stopped him, but I was hot and wet and so filled with a sense of sexual tension and excitement that all I could do was gasp his name.

  Seconds later, he thrust himself inside me and began to pump. This was nothing like anything I had ever experienced, even in the woods. This was fast, indiscriminate, and even savage sex – sex born of passion and impatience. It was a bit on the rough side, but not as if he were deliberately trying to hurt me, or vice versa. I responded in kind, my hands pulling him closer to me, cupping his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper, harder inside me as I rocked my hips in time with his. I had never behaved in such a fashion and while I realized it, it was as if something had taken me over, something deeply sensual and passionate – a feeling I had never experienced before. Lust. Wild, animal lust.

  I pulled my lips away from his and trailed my lips to the base of his ear, clasping his earlobe gently between my teeth. Then, my lips dipped lower to the side of his neck, the place where his neck met his shoulder. The sex was rough, hard, and explosive. I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly began sucking on his neck. In response, his hands reached up, not even bothering to slide underneath my blouse, squeezing my breasts, and then my nipples in between his thumb and index finger. It wasn't super hard or painful, but was intense. Instead of cringing, I thrust my breasts closer to his chest, as if daring him to do more.

  My lips trailed down his neck, felt and relished his hot skin, tasting slightly salty with sweat. Then, I was overcome with an entirely wicked thought. I would give him a hickey that his girlfriend couldn't fail to notice! As he pumped hard into me, and with my hips meeting every thrust he made, I bit down on his neck while sucking at the same time, hoping to leave the largest, reddest hickey he had ever seen in his life.

  The sex was intense, rushed, and incredibly powerful as I achieved yet another mind-blowing orgasm at his skill, this time in less than a minute. Seconds later, I knew he had also come to orgasm; his hot semen filling me, making me even slicker and wetter than I already was. We both stood like that, chest to chest, panting hard, and for a few moments, as we just stood there, frozen in place, my back against the cinderblock wall, his hands on my hips, his penis still inside me, I wished he was mine, all mine.

  Still, this was payback. It took every iota of purpose, but the second he pulled out of me, I reached down and yanked my panties back up. Grinning at him, I smoothed my skirt over my hips and then casually began to walk back toward the restaurant. As I stepped past him, I saw his eyes widen in surprise. He didn't see me grin.

  "Jessica, wait-"

  I could barely concentrate, but I tried to sway my hips seductively, ignoring the dampness on my panties as I felt some of his semen respond to gravity. Every fiber in my body was thrumming with sensation. My hands shook as I reached for the door to go back inside. I quickly darted into the women's restroom and stepped into a stall. My panties were wet with semen, so I pulled them off, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into the sanitary napkin holder installed on the side of the bathroom stall. Then I cleaned myself up, flushed the toilet, and then stepped to the sink to wash my hands and splash cool water on my cheeks. I stared back at myself in the mirror, my flush faced and the pulse that I could still see throbbing in the pain in my neck.

  I heard the back door of the restaurant open and wondered if Luke would follow me into the bathroom, or if he had already gone back into the main room to sit next to his date. I didn't really care. Despite what I had just given to him, I could still play hard to get. It was time for Luke Bradford to make up his mind.

  Chapter 11

  With one last effort to smooth my clothes, calm my racing heart, and smooth my hair down, I took a quick glance in the mirror, smiled, and then left the restroom as if nothing had happened. I made my way back through the restaurant, noticing that Luke had not returned to the bar. His girlfriend still sat there, nursing a colorful drink through a tiny straw, gazing at the muted television screen with disinterest as a basketball game played in the background. Good. I returned to the table and sat down across from Greg. I realized that I had been gone for more than a few minutes it would've taken me to use the restroom, and I shrugged an apology. "Sorry, there was a line," I smiled. "Come to think of it, I've never seen a line out of the men's restroom."

  "I have, once at a Jethro Tull concert down in Dallas," he said. “The beer was flowing, the smell of pot heavy in the air, and it seemed as if everybody all of a sudden had to go take a leak at the same time." He grinned. "Although, I guess that isn't usually typical, is it?"

  "Always seems to take us girls forever," I smiled. I felt funny sitting there in my skirt without any panties on. I couldn't believe how naughty I had been and wondered if this was something I would be willing to share with my girlfriends.

  "You feel like any dessert?" he asked.

  His voice brought me back to attention, and I sat back, placing a hand on my stomach. "Oh, no thank you, I'm full. But go ahead and order some if you want." He declined and we continued to sit for several moments, still making polite conversation until he managed to catch the attention of the server. She came over to ask if we’d like any dessert and he declined, stating that he would take the check anytime she was ready. While he was talking to the server, I casually looked toward the bar. There Luke was, sitting there, staring at me over the shoulder of his date. Our eyes locked, but I didn't give him any indication of what I was thinking, even though, surprisingly, my privates began to thrum once again. Seconds later, he said something to his date, and then abruptly stood and left the restaurant, leaving her to follow.

  I hoped he was jealous. In fact, I hoped he was choking on it. Even more so, I hoped that he assumed Greg and I would be having sex tonight, right after I had allowed him to have sex with me. So what if he thought I was a slut? He deserved it. Let him think what he wanted. I had no intentions of allowing Greg any liberties, but Luke didn't know that.

  The waitress came over and handed Greg the bill, and as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and placed a credit card in the sleeve, I felt tingling of guilt. He was a nice guy. I felt guilty for using him to make Luke's jealous, bu
t maybe there was more to it than that. Greg did have a lot of good things going for him, so maybe I should give him a better chance. No sense in writing him off completely, whether I was sexually attracted to him or not. Come to think of it, there had to be more to the foundation of a relationship than basic sexual chemistry.

  While most of my romance novels built upon sexual tension between the hero and heroine, it was often after they got to know each other that they actually fell in love. Maybe I just had to be a little more patient with Greg. After all, this was our first date. It wasn't like I was looking for marriage declaration from anyone, whether it came to Luke or Greg. So why couldn't I just allow myself to have a little bit of fun for a change? Of course, knowing that Luke would be jealous when she saw me with Greg was icing on the cake.

  I wasn't a mean-spirited person – most of the time – and didn't intentionally plan on using Greg as a tool, but there was nothing wrong with taking advantage of the situation, was there? Then again, was I doing the same thing to Greg that Luke had done to me? I shook my head. No, of course not. I wasn't planning to have sex with Greg and then dump him. I was just out enjoying a nice evening with a nice guy. It wasn't my fault if he had greater expectations, and come to think of it, I didn't even know what to expect. Would I go out on a second date with Greg if he asked? Perhaps I would. He was a nice guy and I had enjoyed spending the evening with him. Just because I wasn't sexually attracted to him at this point, didn't mean that I couldn't enjoy his company, did it?

  At the same time, I knew deep inside that I was allowing myself to stoop to a position that I had never found myself in before. I was using another man to try to make someone else jealous. Did I really think Luke was worth all the effort? I felt conflicted and not just a little guilty about what I had just done behind the restaurant. At first, I tried to tell myself it was all Luke's fault for treating me so callously in the first place, but then I realized that I also had to accept responsibility for my own behavior. Did I really want to play this game? An image of Luke flashed in my head. Why was I doing this? Was it out of revenge or was I desperately trying to get Luke back, not that I had really had him in the first place. My conflicted feelings whirled in my head and before long, I felt a headache throbbing in my temples.

  As soon as the bill was paid, Greg stood and walked over to my chair, pulling it out for me. Ever the gentleman. I smiled up at him. I allowed him to walk me out of the restaurant back to his truck. On the way home, we once again engaged in small talk, commenting on how good the food had been and how stuffed we both were. When he pulled up to the old Victorian, he turned and smiled at me. He put the truck in park, but didn't turn off the engine.

  Chapter 12

  We sat together with the engine idling for a moment or two, and then I turned to Greg to tell him that I had had a nice evening. At that moment, he leaned toward me. I knew he was going to kiss me. I figured that one kiss wouldn't hurt. Besides, I wanted to see if his kiss elicited the same spark as Luke's had. Not wanting to make it seem too awkward for him, I leaned slightly forward, giving him the indication that I was willing. When our lips touched, it was nice, comfortable, no pressure…but no spark, either. After several seconds, he leaned back, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. I was glad he didn't press for another one.

  "I had a really nice time tonight with you," he said. "Would you be open for a second date?"

  I didn't really want to date Greg, not because he wasn't a nice guy, but maybe because he was too nice. Not that I wanted a guy who treated me badly, but as long as I was so captivated by Luke – the bad boy – it seemed rather unfair to keep stringing Greg along. Then again, if that's what it took to make Luke mine, maybe it was worth it. That was from my perspective, of course, and Greg might not feel the same way if he knew about it, but it wasn't as if I was going to shout it from the rooftops. "Why don’t you text me, and maybe we can decide on something next week," I said.

  He reached into his console and pulled out a small memo pad and a pen and handed it to me. “Could you write your email down, too? I quickly wrote down my phone number so that he could send me an email, a text or call, but then I had second thoughts and glanced up at him. "I don't usually keep my phone on all day.” I shrugged. “Mostly because it seems as if I'm in class all the time, and then when I'm here I'm doing a lot of studying, but I turn it on occasionally. When I get messages, I respond, okay?" If he thought it was odd that a college student didn't have their phone on and working every second, he didn't say anything about it. Rather, he nodded in understanding.

  "I love technology, but I'll tell you, sometimes our gadgets are just too time-consuming. I understand completely."

  He looked at me like he wanted to kiss me again, but I didn't really want him to, so I made a move to open the truck door. He made the same move on his side.

  "Let me walk you to your door," he said, reaching for his door handle.

  I thought that was really sweet, but unnecessary. "I'll be fine," I said, gesturing for him to stay where he was. “Let's touch base next week, okay?"

  "Okay," he smiled. "You have a good rest of your evening."

  "You, too, Greg," I said. I stepped out of the truck and shut the door, offered him a little wave, and then turned to walk up to the front door of the old Victorian. I watched Greg pull away from the curb and head down the street. It had been a nice date, I thought, but there was no chemistry, no sparks. Was I doomed to compare every date I had with Luke from now on? Was that hardly fair?

  I had just reached for the doorknob when I heard a man's voice call my name. I spun around, my heart racing as I peered into the darkness of yards next door and then the street.

  "Jessica!"

  I turned and saw Luke. He stepped out of the shadows of the house next door as if he was a criminal, a man desperate to escape detection. My heart gave a leap of excitement. He was jealous! He was so jealous that he even left his date to come here, waiting for me. I glanced up and down the street and then saw his motorcycle, parked underneath the shadows of an elm tree a few doors down. I tried not to let my enthusiasm show on my face and continued to play it cool. I didn't go inside, but turned and watched as Luke slowly walked toward me, his expression serious. I think I can honestly say that it was the first time that I saw him without that reckless grin on his face. I waited, not showing any expression, until he approached the front porch where I stood now with my arms crossed over my chest, trying to send him a haughty look as if it didn't matter one iota to me that he was standing there in front of me. But it did.

  "Jessica," he began, glancing down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably.

  I had never seen him quite so unsure of himself. Where was the happy-go-lucky Luke? Where was the reckless grin, the I-don’t-care-what-happens attitude? I lifted an eyebrow, indicating that I was open to what he had to say.

  "Jessica, I want to apologize for the way I've been acting lately."

  You could've knocked me over with a feather. I was incredibly surprised. What? Actual human feelings coming out of this guy standing in front of me? The one who behaved so callously toward others? I said nothing, knowing that he would fill the silence.

  "I do apologize for the way I've treated you. Sometimes, when I feel awkward or unsure how things are going, I tend to do that-"

  "Do what, Luke?" I asked coolly. "Embarrass and humiliate women? Use them for your pleasure and then ignore them?" That was kind of harsh, but there was a part of me that just had to get that out.

  He nodded slowly. "Sometimes I use women to make myself feel better. I don't know why, and I'm not condoning it, I'm just trying to explain it to you." He paused, glanced up, and then stared off down the street as if something in the distance interested him.

  I didn't follow his gaze, knowing that he was probably embarrassed to be standing here in front of me talking like this. What had prompted it? And how could someone so confident, so handsome, and as charismatic as Luke Bradford get the feeling that he had to use women to
make himself feel better? Feel better about what? I was tempted. The question blurted out of me before I could stop myself. "What do you need to feel better about, Luke?"

  He looked up, offered a lame shrug, and then muttered a reply. I couldn't believe it. He was acting like dog that had done a bad thing and come up to its master to request forgiveness, right down to the puppy dog eyes. What the hell? This wasn't the Luke I knew. This was an uncertain and conflicted young man. A part of me wanted to reach out and give him a hug, tell them all was forgiven. Another part of me, the one who had been callously dumped and talked about, wanted to make them squirm a bit. "I don't understand, Luke."

  He shook his head. "I like you, I really do-"

  "You could've fooled me," I said. "After our first date you didn't so much as make an effort to reach out to speak to me. Not only that, you snubbed me, Luke. Did you know that gossip has been floating around school? And then, to top it off, I see you with two or three different women, acting as if that's perfectly acceptable behavior? And now you're on my doorstep, wanting me to do what? Forgive you? For using me? For spreading rumors about me-"

  He glanced up sharply. "I didn't spread any rumors about you," he said, shaking his head, eyes wide with surprise. "In fact, I didn't even tell anybody that we'd gone out."

  I rolled my eyes. "Be that as it may, people have been talking about me. And you. And what we did."

  "They knew we went to the woods?"

  I hesitated. "Well, not exactly, but they did know that you took me to the sushi restaurant and we made out there, and then there was gossip that later on…well, you know."