Stand By Your Man: (Three Bad Boy Romance Novellas)

by Peter Presley

  The lawyers are gambling in various spots of the casino. One of them, Delores, asked me if I wanted to join her at the slot machines, but I told her I’d meet her later. Right now, all I want is a drink, so I’m sitting on a barstool at one of the bars. I arrived here last night, and for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about Gino.

  I haven’t seen the guy in months. So why am I thinking about him now? I still have his text message on my phone.

  Sherri, You know where I am. You know how to find me. You know how I feel about you. If you ever need anything, if you ever feel scared, know that I’m here for you. I’m sorry about the deal in front of the restaurant and I’m sorry we couldn’t be together tonight.

  But I never texted him back, never told him that I appreciated his text. I just told myself that I would forget about him. But, every so often, he’ll pop up in mind.

  If I’m honest with myself, he wasn’t a bad guy. All he wanted to do was protect me. I don’t know. I just hope I didn’t get rid of a good one.

  Oh my God! Here I am thinking about Gino, and there he is, in this casino. What the hell! He’s headed right for me in a tight t-shirt, hugging every one of his muscles, and in jeans that fit him perfectly.

  I step out of my stool. “Gino! Hi!” I give him a hug. He feels fantastic.

  “Hi, Sherri. Long time, no hear.”

  “Yes, I guess I never responded to that text of yours.”

  “But you saw it, of course?” He smiles.

  I smile back. “Yes . . . are you here alone?”

  “I’m here with a buddy of mine. You?”

  “I’m here with some lawyers . . . here for the weekend actually.”

  “So you’re just drinking here alone?”

  “Um, yeah . . . unless you’d like to join me.”

  Gino sits on one of the bar stools. “I’d love to join you.”

  Our lips locked together, I fumble for my key. Finding it, I reach behind me, knowing that I’m going to have to actually look at the door to get this damn card in the slot. All I want is to get this guy inside my room before I end up screwing him right here in the hallway.

  I remove my lips from his so I can get the door open, and then as I enter he follows, slamming the door behind us with his foot. I lead him with my lips and tongue, reluctant to break the hot and heavy make out session for even a second, until we’re standing next to my hotel room bed. I mentally high five myself for not leaving toiletries scattered all over the bed. I’ve been known to do that when I travel.

  In private now his hands are free to roam wherever he wants, and that’s pretty much everywhere. On my back, grabbing my ass, round my waist and up to fondle my tits, all while our tongues are probing each other’s mouths. My hands aren’t behaving either, as eager to explore as his. His back is broad, his ass firm, the backs of his thighs taut and lean. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him in, kissing him harder. He’s quick to respond and a hand grasps my ass and presses me hard against him, his erection rock hard against my groin and stomach. I wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from me in return.

  Then we’re tearing and pulling at each other’s clothes, breaking our lip lock only as long as absolutely necessary. Everything about this is frantic, desperate even, and it’s hot as hell. How much this guy wants me makes me feel like a freakin’ goddess. I won’t lie and say I don’t like it, and I won’t say I don’t want him just as much. I do, and I want it all right now.

  We’re both naked from the waist up and one of my nipples is in his mouth, being sucked, licked, and nibbled on, sending shock waves down to my clit, making it throb. His hand is on my other boob, alternating between cupping and squeezing, and tweaking my nipple between his fingers. This time it’s me that presses my groin against his hard cock as my nails dig into his back. I resist the urge to grind. Instead I reach for the zipper of his jeans, my fingers trembling and fumbling in their haste to get my hands on the goods beneath. Finally I get there and yank them down, pulling his shorts along with them. My fingers instantly wrap around the solid length of him and I practically growl as I feel him pulse in my hand. He raises his head to kiss me again and I’m kinda glad the exquisite torture on my nipples has stopped, especially when his hand slips between my legs and starts rubbing me through the thick denim of my jeans. I part them to allow him better access. It feels good but all that’s consuming my thoughts is having this hard dick that’s in my hand inside me.

  I feel almost a sense of loss as he pulls away from me, leaving my hand empty, but he’s on his knees in front of me now, his hands undoing my jeans and pulling them down. He takes a moment to admire my lace thong before he pulls them down too, then his hands are on my ass again, holding me tight as his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue reaching out to lick my swollen clit. I moan and shudder as he makes the connection and I arch my back, thrusting my hips forward and parting my legs even more as he slips a finger inside me at the same time.

  “Damn, you’re so wet,” he takes a moment to say before his tongue dives in again.

  As he fingers me and laps at my clit I’m not only wet but close to coming, and we haven’t even fallen on the bed yet. Time for this girl to take control. Although reluctant, I place my hands on his head and pull him up. He looks at me quizzically.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I say. “Wait here.”

  I pull up my panties and jeans so I can rush to the bathroom and snatch a condom packet out of my toiletry bag as fast as I can. What made me bring one? Actually, I always bring condoms when I travel. I’m no “goody two shoes,” and I know these things happen.

  I rush back to the bed, and he immediately kisses me again, practically devouring me. I can taste my pussy on his lips. He’s pushing me and together we fall onto the bed, frantically removing our pants and underwear, leaving us both naked. He’s on top of me, hard as a rock, still kissing me. This guy really likes kissing.

  With the condom wrapper still in my hand, I rip it open and throw the wrapper to the floor. He sits up and allows me to slide it over his erect penis. Then I lie back down and wrap my legs around his back, inviting him in. He doesn’t need to look to guide himself in with one hand. He’s smooth. I hiss with a carnal ferocity as he fills me, biting down hard on his lip. He takes me at my word and begins to move inside me, slowly at first, until I cross my ankles behind his back and dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades, letting him know I’m more than ready for a wild ride. Now he’s fucking me, pounding me with that impressive dick, giving me exactly what I wanted. With every thrust his groin slams against my swollen clit while his cock feels as if it’s hitting the pit of my stomach. I’m in ecstasy. Now that I’ve gotten what I want I’m happy to just enjoy it, take everything he has to give, for a while anyway. When I feel that familiar feeling start to build, I change tactics.

  Releasing him from my grip with my thighs, I place my feet firmly on the bed and I’m meeting his every plunge with a buck and grind of my own, writhing beneath him like a wild thing. He’s deeper than I’ve had any guy and I can feel it building, and building, I’m—

  “Oh God, I’m going to come!”

  It’s half gasp, half cry. I’m not ashamed of being this orgasmic and he’s not complaining either. I didn’t think it was possible to go any harder or faster but he does and I go along with him, then I’m soaring, flying, when the sensations come crashing through me, making me scream.

  “Oh yes, Gino, yes.”

  Whether it was me calling his name, the bliss on my face, the way my whole body tensed, or the way my muscles gripped his dick as I came I don’t know, but a few more thrusts and with a loud groan, he’s right there with me, pumping his load into me.

  I cling to him as my body is rocked by the aftershocks and he twitches and jerks inside me with his lessening spurts. We’re finally spent and he collapses on top of me, pushing strands of my hair off my face tenderly, his dick still inside me. He kisses me until he softens and slips out. I’m hot, sweaty, my pussy aches a little,
and my body feels weak, but I’ve never felt better.

  Fifty-Three

  Gino

  “That was a nice ceremony,” says Sherri.

  We’re in my car heading back to my place after watching Jackson and Cameron get married. “Yeah, he looked happy up there.”

  “When is the baby due?”

  “Soon, I think. She looked pretty far along in that wedding dress, didn’t she?”

  “Yes, but what a beautiful bride, pregnant or not, she looked amazing.”

  “Yeah, I agree with you there. She’s hot.”

  Sherri puts her hand on my thigh. I like it when she does that. “Hotter than me?”

  I look over at Sherri. She’s got that sexy but serious look in her eyes. Her thick dark hair falls down her shoulders onto her coat. “Nobody is hotter than you.”

  Sherri returns my words with an equally sexy grin. “I’m so glad Bruno is out of my life and that you’re such a good guy.”

  “Thanks! I do my best.”

  “How’s your new job coming along?”

  “It’s going good. The boss isn’t a jerk like Crow was.”

  “The Satellite is rated one of the best bars in the city, way better than Crow! I’m glad you’re doing well there.”

  I got another bouncer job, and, believe it or not, I’m behaving. I don’t try to beat up anyone anymore. Haven’t been tempted at all, to be honest. The clientele at The Satellite are pretty well behaved.

  Things with Sherri and me are good, and I don’t want to do anything to mess that up. Jackson is married now and has got a kid coming, but Sherri and me agreed that we aren’t ready for anything like that anytime soon. We just want to enjoy each other and see how it goes.

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