Why Do I Still Love Him? (A Bad Boy Romance Collection)

by Vivien Vale

  I’m stunned, and my heart feels broken for Boone. I can feel the pain he had to endure with his survivor’s guilt. I can’t imagine how much agony he felt when the security guard died too—how crushing it must have been to know that despite his best efforts, he was still too late.

  Boone’s two worlds collided that night—the world of Wall Street and insurance fraud, and the world of fire-fighting and trying to do what’s right. But of course, Wall Street had to prevail.

  I wish I had been there so that I could have comforted him then.

  But I can comfort him now and try to make up for the lost time.

  I slowly stand from the sofa and pull Boone’s flannel back down over my legs, though it still barely covers my thighs. I cross the room and come up behind him, reaching out, and place one hand on his shoulder.

  “Boone, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

  I pause. “That you had to go through that alone.”

  Boone grunts in response.

  We both know Amelia and I should’ve been there with him.

  It doesn’t need to be said.

  I move around to his side, gently tracing the muscles of his back with my hand and feeling the tension that lies there.

  “But I’m here now. And I’m glad you told me,” I whisper.

  The moonlight spilling in once again reminds me of why we’re still awake.

  Boone only stayed awake tonight to protect Amelia and me from the bad man of her drawings—because he cares about us. He cares about everyone.

  I watch him and his labored breaths, showing me how deeply passionate and raw he can be about the people he cares about. Despite everything, I can feel myself wanting him.

  I want him to show that passion.

  I want to experience this new side of Boone in every way that I can.

  As though he can read my mind, Boone turns around takes me. He grabs me, pinning me between his towering form and the fireplace—holding me closely against him.

  “You realize how much this means to me, don’t you?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

  But I can tell he’s only just keeping himself together.

  Boone thought he’d lost me, and now I’m back in his arms.

  He never wants to lose me again.

  He wants to make me his.

  Chapter 27

  Boone

  So much hinges on the answer she gives me now.

  No more misunderstandings. No more lies.

  Fuck everyone else. She’s mine.

  She has to be in my life.

  “Yes.”

  That simple word from her isn’t enough.

  “Do you want it?”

  Grinding my hard cock with only the thin barrier of my sleep pants and her flimsy panties between us, I accentuate my words.

  “Can you handle this? Us? Together as a family?”

  I’m so done beating around the bush.

  Fuck that! I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if she tries to tell me no.

  I feel the adrenaline and passion starting to get the better of me and take over. My muscles feel tense and tight.

  I may be squeezing her too hard.

  “Yes.” Her breathless voice doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I know what this means to you. It means the same to me. I want this. I want you.”

  Her small, soft hands are stroking my face as she talks, and her tone has taken on something firmer. Stern.

  It helps settle me. The haze around my vision is turning more white than black.

  Smoothing my brow and trailing down my face with feather-light touches. Her thumb skims across my lips before slipping behind my neck to pull my lips to hers.

  She opens eagerly with a moan as I try to control the bruising force I’m taking her with.

  With her in my arms, I’m determined to show her how I feel.

  Fucking raw and definitely primal.

  My body wants her and needs to feel that she needs me too.

  I’ve talked too much, and it seems sharing with her has brought every feeling to the surface. Her body feels so good against mine. Having her pinned against me satisfies the dominant urges she seems to bring out.

  Her panting and needy moans only ratchet up my own heavy breathing and brutal force.

  She sucks my tongue eagerly as I grind in small circles between her legs.

  Using my thigh to keep her pinned, I lean back slightly, snagging my plaid shirt that she was wearing with both hands and roughly pulling it apart.

  She gasps as buttons fly. It makes her pull back, separating our lips.

  But we can’t be separated.

  My lips take hers again but not before I note that she isn’t wearing a bra.

  I’m going to have every part of her—starting now.

  If there was anyone between the first time I took her and right now, she’ll forget them. I want to own all of her, including her memories.

  Pulling her against me, I hoist her slight frame up.

  “Put your legs around me.”

  My demanding, deep voice doesn’t seem to bother her.

  She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I turn to take the few steps to the couch.

  Lowering her down, I immediately reached for her panties.

  The dominating satisfaction I feel with how wet they feel as I pull them off surprises even me. She brings out a raw, primitive emotion I wasn’t aware I was capable of.

  I drop them next to my feet as she languidly leans back on the couch.

  Her plaid shirt still has two surviving buttons at the very bottom, holding it closed and keeping me from gazing upon her freely.

  That won’t fucking do.

  Leaning forward, I snag it on both sides, ripping it open the rest of the way.

  It’s toast, anyways. And I’m determined that nothing will be between us.

  Giggling at my aggressiveness, she leans forward and reaches out for my hard dick that’s straining against its pants.

  I reach forward to pull the shirt quickly down her arms pinning them behind her.

  I can’t seem to control myself. I want so much from her.

  Slowing down, I pull back to admire her chest and thrust forward as she drops the shirt off her hands. Pulling my sleep pants over my hard cock, she licks her lips teasingly as I drop them to the floor.

  My eyes zero in on her lush full lips.

  I know what I want. It’s time.

  Holding my breath, I watch her in pent up frustration as she slowly leans forward and places both her palms on either side of my hard-throbbing cock. It’s angled up to her mouth like an arrow, as she runs her hands up my chest and leans in to tentatively lick the head.

  The heat of her mouth with her warm wet tongue is heavenly. I’m fascinated, watching her as she slowly circles the head with her tongue.

  “Oh, Margot…baby…”

  My words hitch and break as she flicks her tongue under the head.

  “Yes,” she breathes in between licks. “Just tell me if you need something different.”

  Her hesitant words are barely discernible as her hand travels down to the base of my cock.

  I can’t think. Or breathe.

  This is what I’ve been missing for way too long.

  Margot naked, licking and sucking my cock.

  I can’t even count the number of times I’ve imagined this while jerking off.

  “Baby, you can’t do this wrong…”

  My words of reassurance seem to fall on deaf ears.

  She hesitates again, and I can’t wait any longer.

  “Just open, baby.”

  Grabbing the base of my cock, I rub its wet head around her smooth lips. Stroking her face with my other hand, she dutifully drops her jaw, and I press it.

  Sweet fucking hell.

  Her tongue is like silk, and the natural suction in her mouth pulls me in. Never breaking eye contact, I slowly work my hard cock across her tongue.

  I’ve never seen anything sexie
r than Margot’s lush mouth around me.

  We are staring at each other passionately as she starts to suck with renewed lust.

  When her hands start to play with my balls, lightly stroking and circling, I know I don’t have much more time.

  Her eyes convey so much.

  Trust and commitment.

  “That’s it, baby. I love you sucking my cock.”

  She murmurs her agreement by sucking hard, effectively pulling my head into the back of her throat. Reflexively swallowing, I almost blow my load right then.

  “This is how you can make up the last five years.”

  My voice is harsh and breathless.

  I pull from her to make sure she didn’t take my thoughtless words wrong.

  “I will.” Her voice is breathless but firm.

  Circling the base of my cock, just above my balls with her fingers, she leans in and licks directly up the bottom to underneath my head.

  My breath hitches. Fucking hell.

  “Any time. Any place. Any way.” Each statement is emphasized by a long slow lick. “I’ll pay because having you makes it all worthwhile.”

  Her mouth engulfs me, drawing deep. Her throat works the head of my cock as her words sink in to my needy heart.

  As I explode, it’s as if all the joy of having her is too much and is just releasing in ecstasy.

  As I come back to myself—finally closing my mouth and looking down—she slowly and carefully pulls off my still mostly hard cock. Her smug, self-satisfied smile is a relief and joy to see.

  “You like it?”

  Her sassy tone makes me heave out a breathless chuckle.

  Dropping to my knees, I take her lips in a ruthless kiss.

  “It was unbelievable—and that kiss may not show you exactly how much I liked it.”

  Lightly pushing on her chest, I urge her to lean back on the couch. I spread her legs further, pulling her hips so her cunt is on display at the edge of the cushion.

  “Maybe this will show you,” I breathe into her folds, never breaking eye contact.

  Leaning in more, I swipe a long slow lick to her pussy from the bottom to the top. She wiggles tantalizingly. She’s so wet and slick, I feel my cock stir with renewed interest.

  But this is about her.

  Her eyes are already at half-mast, as she watches me spread her further with my thumbs and start languidly trailing my tongue around her cunt. She’s so juicy as I tease her, sometimes spelling out the alphabet, but purposely avoiding her clit.

  It’s torturing me as much as her.

  Finally plunging my tongue inside her, I feel her tight muscles squeeze me aggressively.

  She’s ready.

  Reaching up with one hand, I start massaging her tits and I pluck one nipple and then the other as she moans and begins to beg.

  She’s starting to wiggle more under me, so I pin her to the couch with my arm and use my other hand to circle her opening with two fingers. Getting serious, I zone in on her clit, circling it aggressively with my tongue before applying suction.

  Breaking the seal with my fingers. I feel her pussy clamp down as I work them slowly in a few inches.

  She’s so damn tight!

  “Oh Boone…yes, just like that. Please.”

  Her voice is high and whispered.

  Trapping her clit under my tongue, I flick it aggressively while seating my fingers inside her. Arching hard, her muscles tighten as she comes.

  Watching her come undone has made me hard all over again.

  Her juicy cunt drips down on my hand, coating my fingers. Spending a few moments, I leisurely lick her while working my fingers out.

  Her eyes are closed, and sweat beads her forehead. She looks relaxed and sexy. When her eyes pop open, she smiles at me. And there’s something in that smile…

  It tells me this isn’t over yet.

  Chapter 28

  Margot

  Why does his licking seem to inspire such a deep ache inside me?

  Maybe it’s just being with him. A constant aphrodisiac.

  It will just have to be one of the many questions I can hope to answer over the rest of our time together.

  I’m determined to kiss his smug smile right off his face. I lean in to do that.

  I can’t miss his impressive erection is at attention again, hanging tantalizingly between his legs where he kneels on the floor. Dropping my ass off the couch, I straddle his thighs and aggressively plunge my tongue into his mouth.

  If there’s one thing I’ve learned with Boone, it’s that he loves to have me suck on his tongue. The way his whole body tightens and the way he grinds harder just amps me up right along with him.

  Using my feet on the floor, I topple him backwards at an angle, so I can ride him properly.

  My aching pussy needs to slide across his hard rod. Now.

  He handles it well, and we roll smoothly onto his rug in front of the fireplace.

  Finally, I have him where I want him.

  Settling on all fours around him, caging him in under me, I lightly skim my tits on his chest while resting my clit on the tip of his cock. He’s watching me closely, admiring me with his looks and touches.

  I love looking into his eyes as the passion takes over.

  Rocking my hips slightly, I just flick the head of his cock on my clit making both our breaths hitch. He only gives me a few seconds before wrapping his arms around me tighter. He grabs my ass, pulls me down on him, and slides the length against my wet, aching opening.

  “Mmm…Boone…”

  I’m panting now, and he’s taking over from the bottom.

  “I need you in me. Please.”

  He has me clamped so hard to him that I’m not sure how to lower myself onto him.

  With a very clever move of his hips, I feel his cock head right at my entrance, waiting for me to slide down. Locking my lips to his, in another passionate kiss, I plunge my tongue into his mouth while lowering down slightly.

  We’re so wet, he almost slips away, but he instinctively compensates and presses further inside me.

  His cock feels really thick.

  Lifting myself up, the pleasure of him inside me forces a moan from my lips.

  The feeling of being stretched and filled, along with the sheer bliss that this is Boone makes this the best thing I’ve ever experienced.

  Maybe it will just keep getting better every time.

  There’s only one way to find out.

  Practice makes perfect and all that bullshit.

  Boone is rigid below me, but as I sit back to work him in deeper, he wraps one hand around my waist, holding me in place.

  His other hand slides to where we join and positions his fingers to massage my clit.

  It’s electric. I can feel every extremely rigid inch of him inside me. Combined with what his fingers are doing, I’m already close to coming again.

  Working him frantically inside me, I ride him taking his cock a little deeper each time.

  Bottoming out, moans tear from my throat.

  It’s so consuming and so, so wonderful.

  With a mix of groan and growl, Boone pulls his upper body from the floor to wrap his arms around my head and neck and plunge his tongue into my mouth.

  This seats him even deeper inside me, and I gasp and then attack his mouth back.

  Before I realize what he’s doing, I’m on my back with him on top.

  The rug is soft at my back, and it’s a good thing since Boone is pounding inside me at a brutal pace. It takes my breath away, but there’s no way I want it to stop.

  I gasp and pant as my hands travel from the rug to his body, admiring his impressive strength above me.

  Pausing, he pulls our lips apart to rearrange his weight and pulls both my legs up, resting them on his forearms as he renews his rhythm.

  We’re both watching where we join. Sliding in and out, the wet sight and sound is intoxicating. It’s sexy and exciting as the air is knocked from my lungs over and over.


  Intense. So intense.

  I run my hands from Boone’s shoulders to his face to focus him back on me.

  He settles, and our lips meet for a scorching kiss as he grinds the full length of himself inside me, rubbing my clit.

  I use the opportunity to lower my right leg and press on the floor, encouraging him to roll and let me back on top.

  Breaking our kiss, he grasps my ass tightly, locking me to him.

  Instinctively, I clamp my internal muscles, and he hisses as he rolls.

  “So tight, baby. So tight.”

  His feedback inspires me to torture him a bit more.

  I want him to slow down and relax; we have all night, and there’s no rush.

  Relaxing my entire body on him, I slow our kissing down. I kiss then pull away to let our breathing slow as we gaze into each other’s eyes.

  Grinding my cunt on his hard cock feels so wonderful. Arching his pelvis, he fills me so completely and tightly.

  “It feels so good Boone,” I whisper before arching up to grind him deeper.

  Slower, Firmer.

  I can’t help myself. It’s incredible!

  Running my hands across his defined abs, I admire his beautiful body. His chest flexes and rolls with our movements.

  “Margot, everything about you is perfect.”

  Boone has begun massaging my chest, pulling and working my nipples.

  Another orgasm builds, my inner muscles tightening around his rock-hard cock.

  Leaning over him more, he pulls my tits into his mouth leisurely, following my pace that I’ve set as he thrusts inside me.

  “Perfect tits,” he murmurs between changing sides to suck on.

  I won’t last much longer. Especially with him sucking on my tits while I rub my clit across him with each drive of his cock inside me.

  Pleasure tears through me again, and I don’t even recognize the keening sound I’ve started making as myself.

  Climaxing hard, I hear Boone moan and chant, “Yes, baby. Yes, come on me. Come hard on me now.”

  My muscles seize as the pleasure courses through my body.

  Boone’s hips grind against my ass as he buries his cock deep inside me and throbs his own release. His hard rod kicking against my cervix makes my orgasm feel endless.

  He groans with each jerk his body experiences as his semen shoots into me.

  Dropping my chest to his, I pant into his neck as we both recover and ride through the muscle twitches remaining to our pleasure.