Slick

by Kristi Pelton

  “What?” I asked.

  She shook her head. “Elle told me to do sexy and I…” She rolled to her stomach and buried her face in the bed. Her luscious ass glared up at me. Jesus. If she only knew how sexy she was.

  Kneeling on the bed, I skidded my fingertips up her ankle to her calf and then dropped a kiss behind her knee. Her ass wiggled, and I was only inches from the perfect globes. Without a doubt that was unchartered territory and I decided I would be Christopher fucking Columbus.

  “Don’t listen to Elle. Trust me. You got this,” I said, lightly blowing air over the backs of her thighs. Then I dusted a trail of kisses across what was now known as Bodhi Territory…formally her ass. When I nipped at it, she howled in laughter and flipped over.

  “You bit me!” she giggled.

  “It was a love bite.” I winked. I loved her face just as much as I loved her ass…probably more, but all I could think about was taking her from behind. The thought skewed my thinking process at the moment.

  Her slender fingers immediately went to work on unbuttoning my polo. I allowed her to finish and then I tossed it to the floor, pulling off my T-shirt as well.

  I loved how her brown eyes drank in every inch of me. When she reached for my leather belt, I couldn’t help but smile. Clearly, she wanted the D. It was hers now anyway. She was free to take it anytime…anyplace.

  Once we were both undressed, I kissed her—I kissed her so deeply that neither of us could breathe, and we stopped and simply stared at each other. Panting. I studied every inch of her face, trying to commit every bit of it to memory.

  “Bo-dhi,” she whispered. “I don’t want to leave you.” Her voice cracked and tears fell from the corners of her eyes directly to the bed. I brushed my thumbs against her temples.

  “Shhh,” I shushed, bringing her head into my chest.

  “I don’t want to go back. I want to stay.”

  This was exactly what I wanted to hear. I tugged on her hair, forcing her to look up at me. “So stay.”

  My eyes skated over her face hoping for a sign…anything indicating that she might say yes.

  When her eyes tightened and closed, my heart plummeted.

  “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” Her words were so soft I could barely hear her.

  “Ok. We don’t have to talk about it, baby.”

  I tucked her beneath me and she spread her legs allowing mine to fall between.

  “Wait,” she puffed. “Our time is so short. Show me a different position. ” Her palms lay flush with my chest and she pressed against me. When I rose up, I slowly flipped her over, brushing her ass up against my cock. Then she bowed down to her chest, lifting her ass in the air—waiting for me. The sway of her back was breathtaking in the soft candlelight.

  “Tessa. If I do it this way, it’s going to be deeper,” I warned.

  She nodded and arched her back into me.

  I looked down at my bare cock. No condom covering it. I wanted to slide it in just once…just for a second without anything between us. I’d never done that before and I wanted to now.

  Leaning down, I softly dropped a kiss on her ass again. “I’m getting a condom,” I whispered, getting up and grabbing one.

  Back behind her, I caressed both her ass cheeks with my palms—her pale skin a beautiful contrast with my tan hands—fire and ice. My lips curved into a wicked smile as I considered spanking her ass, but gentleness was paramount. She was already sore. I settled for nudging her legs further apart with my knees. Then I gradually dipped my thumb into her…Jesus she was wet. When I removed my finger, she moaned and the thought that she wanted me inside of her made my chest expand.

  I rubbed my tip at her opening and she leaned back into me—I watched as my tip slowly disappeared inside of her. God, she was beautiful. Everything I ever wanted.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned, and I tightened my grip on her hips, fighting the urge to drive into her. As I tenderly sank deeper, her hands fisted into the sheets, and somewhere between seeing myself balls deep inside of her and hearing her whimpers, I nearly lost my load. I closed my eyes—forcing other thoughts into my head.

  “God, Bodhi,” she cried, reaching around and pushing me back. Automatically, I pulled out a little and then leaned over her finding her clit with my middle finger. “Ahh,” she moaned.

  She was so wet, my finger kept slipping off, so I applied more pressure. She instinctively swayed her back, greedily taking all of me again. Which is where I wanted to be to begin with. As I worked her clit with my finger, she rested her head on the bed while I strategically placed kisses on her back.

  The way she worked her hips was drawing me closer, but goddamn I didn’t want her to stop. I knew she was getting close too when her insides began tightening around me.

  “Oh! Bo..Bod…oh.”

  “Having trouble saying my name, baby?” A low chuckle rumbled through me. “We’ve been through this. Who’s going to be the only guy ever inside you, Tessa?”

  “You,” she panted.

  I pressed deeper into her and upped my speed on her clit. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, pulling the fitted one from the mattress.

  “Not good enough, Tessa,” I growled. It was my name I wanted rolling off her lips. With the gentlest of force, I titled my hips giving her every inch of me.

  “Ahhh!” she wailed. “You Bodhi….you…”

  Her insides began pulsating around my cock and that did me in. My balls constricted tighter than ever before, and holding on to her hips, I unloaded completely—feeling lightheaded—and then collapsed beside her. I don’t know if she meant her words or not…but without a doubt, I would forever be hers.

  Chapter 23—Tessa~ Truth

  Elle called her mother’s driver to come pick us up from Ben’s house. Ben, Collin, Matt, Elle and I had finished off a case of beer and a bottle of vodka mixed with some sort of fruit punch. Freaking delicious. Fairly hammered.

  In the back of the limo, I laid my heavy head on Collin’s shoulder.

  “Tess. I like you, but your head on my shoulder is bound to get my ass kicked. And even though I am bigger than Bodhi—he’d fucking kill me in my sleep.”

  Matt leaned over and high fived Collin. Elle giggled and straddled Ben.

  “Would you kill for me baby?” she asked Ben, who rolled his eyes but did wrap his hand around her ass.

  “Hypothetically speaking? Sure.”

  I smiled and put my feet up on Matt’s lap.

  “Damn it, Tessa. You’re pushing it tonight.”

  Knowing they were all afraid of Bodhi made me laugh—it was so cute knowing they respected how Bodhi felt about me.

  When the limo pulled to a stop, the back door flew open and there was my guy. Both Collin and Matt’s hands flew up in the air to prove they weren’t touching me.

  The sexy smirk on Bodhi’s face made every muscle between my neck and thighs clench up in anticipation.

  “How’d you know we were here?” I slurred, and he patted Ben’s shoulder.

  Ben grinned and offered Elle his hand once he got out. “Come on, Tess,” Elle chimed.

  “Stay where you are, Slick,” Bodhi rumbled with a hint of smile touching his lips. The clenching intensified.

  A shoving match ensued between Collin and Matt as to who was getting out first. My head spun as I watched and laughed, the alcohol making me unable to form a coherent thought.

  Then I heard the door close and Bodhi’s intense glare was directly on me.

  “Hi,” I whispered.

  He tilted his head to the side, maintaining his smirk.

  “Shouldn’t you be playing?” I asked.

  With great thought and the utmost skill, he turned his ball cap backward. Sexy as hell.

  “I’m hungry right now.”

  “Hungry?” I clarified.

  “Starved…”

  His low rumble caused tremors to flutter across my abdomen. When he pushed the button making the window go up between the driver and us, I swallo
wed.

  “Take off your panties,” he instructed; something in his tone sounded serious. My whole life I’d been taught not to let a man tell me what to do. To be independent. To strive to make it on my own. But Bodhi hypnotized me with his words and that sexy voice. Plus, the vodka swimming through my veins helped push me along.

  I held my panties out to him and then made a mental note to take them back when I saw him shove them in his front jean pocket.

  “I thought you wanted to get something to eat?”

  When he slid from the seat to his knees, his hooded eyes twinkled. He took my cowboy-booted foot and placed it near the window…then he took the other foot and set it in the aisle of the limo exposing me to him. Thankfully, my dress still covered me for the most part.

  “Dinner is served,” he murmured softly along my thigh, his lips grazing upward. Once he lifted my dress and bared all my goods to him, I had a hard time catching my breath.

  “Wait,” I panted as his little pecks continued northward. “This really isn’t filling. I mean why do they call it eating—there is no ingestion involved. Nor digestion for that matter and…ohhh.”

  The warmth of his tongue stole the words from my mouth, rendering me speechless. My head swam with the remnants of alcohol making me even less inhibited as I arched my pelvis up to meet his tongue.

  He moaned out loud, cupping my ass and holding me in place. Without thinking, I massaged my breasts rolling my own nipples between my fingers. God, I wanted to come. No, I wanted this to last. No, I most definitely wanted to come.

  “Bodhi…” I wailed out when I felt his finger inch inside of me, and then a second one.

  His touch…his experience…his tongue…God he was so good. As I moaned out loud, I wondered if the driver could hear me. The thought of someone watching only drove me closer to bursting. When he withdrew one of his fingers, I groaned in disappointment. Then drunk or not, my eyes popped open when I felt his fingertip tracing around my ass.

  “Bodhi!” I cried out. “Stop…don’t.” My legs came together slightly.

  The absence of his mouth…of his finger…literally hurt. ‘Don’t stop’ was all I could think.

  “Tessa. Trust me. I won’t hurt you baby.”

  With those words, my legs fell back open…his very own all access pass granted. Within only a short minute, the warm waves of pleasure began rippling out through my abdomen. His finger inside me…his tongue swishing back and forth on my clit…then it was there again. His fingertip traced around the tightness of my ass. Believing in his words—trust me—I breathed through the anxiety, having full faith in him.

  A mixture of confusion and pleasure clouded my thoughts, as I was unable to understand and accept how him touching me there could feel so damn good. My angst vanished quickly as the pleasure out weighed the hesitations and inhibitions.

  After I yanked off his baseball cap, I sifted my fingers through his hair. And I knew even though it had only happened a handful of times, I was going to come. The most satisfying feeling erupted like a volcano in my abdomen and slowly spread outward in a wave of pleasure as I arched my hips.

  “Oh Bodhi,” I breathed out dragging my hands the length of my face.

  “Christ, Tessa. You are…” He drew in a long broken breath. “Everything,” he hissed out, wiping the sides of his mouth as if he’d just finished Thanksgiving meal.

  No words. Just my eyes. His eyes. A penetrating stare. Mine with an alcohol-induced glaze. His with—tears? Maybe he had been drinking too. My visual broke when he retrieved his phone from his pocket.

  “Yeah?” he said pulling my skirt back into place. “I know. I’m comin’.”

  His lips curled up. “Come on, Slick.” He winked and then scooted over as he opened the door.

  “I’d go anywhere with you, Bodhi.”

  His eyes flashed to mine, and his Adam’s apple jutted out with his swallow. Once he got out, he took full possession of my mouth. My taste lingered on his lips and it surprisingly wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. After our kiss, we walked together arm in arm inside the bar.

  “I gotta go. There’s Ben and Elle,” he said, kissing my cheek, patting my ass and then jogging toward the stage. His baseball cap was flipped back around.

  The love in my heart for this guy was like nothing I’d ever felt.

  I’d learned over my month and a half here that there were some shots that I just couldn’t do and some that I loved. Fireball and rumchata was one that I loved. As I downed my third one, my body protested and my gag reflex kicked in.

  Bodhi rarely took his eyes off me. I knew this because my eyes were constantly on him. But I also knew, the instant his face fell slack and his eyes fixated behind me, something was wrong. When I spun around Ali stood there—her hollow, black eyes fixated on me. She held a stack of something and was offering it to me.

  Somewhere behind me, the music went haywire before it faded all together.

  “You should know what you’re dealing with,” she said with a smirk. Without thinking, I took the handful of papers since I was pretty sure she would have dropped them at my feet if I hadn’t.

  Ben and Elle magically appeared at my side, and I instantly felt better.

  “What the fuck do you want?” Elle spat out.

  “Elle! It’s OK,” I whispered.

  “The hell it is!” Bodhi thunderously growled, shoving me behind him. “How’d you get in?”

  “I came in through the kitchen. She has a right to know, Bodhi.” Ali’s face was stoic as she spoke.

  “Shit…” Ben hissed, staring down at my hands, which triggered me to do the same.

  Simply seeing the top photo, I knew immediately what Ali had handed me. Stacks and stacks of Bohdi’s pictures. Somehow seeing them in person was more gut-wrenching than seeing small thumbnail pictures on my phone. Or maybe it was because everyone I knew here was staring, waiting for my reaction.

  Tears pricked at my eyes. I didn’t want to cry…in fact I was mad when one broke free. I quickly swiped it away.

  “Look at me,” Bodhi demanded, his jaw tight. When he lifted my chin up, another tear fell and he yanked me into his chest—the pictures waterfalling to the ground when our bodies collided together.

  Elle fell to her knees and started to pick them up—Ben helped. All I saw were the beautiful images of Bodhi scattered on the floor. The one Elle just flipped, his head was between another girl’s thighs…doing exactly what he did to me earlier in the limo. Without thinking, I stepped away from Bodhi and snatched that picture from Elle, staring at it more closely. His massive hands were wrapped around her butt cheek, his thumb inside of her. God it was erotic and beautiful, yet crushed my heart.

  “Tessa,” Bodhi said as his arm snaked around my waist.

  Impulsively, I crumpled up the photo and threw it at Ali. My prep school manners dissolving as I saw red.

  “Tell me something I don’t know, bitch. And why are you acting all crazy like you haven’t had him before? You’ve seen his monster cock. Let me tell you something. My entire name has been tattooed down the side. T-E-S-S-A-A-S-H-B-Y and there is still room for more. What you got now?”

  “Yeah bitch!” Elle mimicked. “What you got now?”

  Gasping with dismay, Ali swiveled around and stormed back into the kitchen. Elle handed the photos to Ben and then high fived me with evil laughter.

  “You go girl!”

  “You knew about these?” Bodhi questioned, and I spun around.

  Confusion colored his features as he flipped the bill of his hat to the back. That wasn’t good. He only did that if he was going to kiss me or go down on me, and I got the feeling from his eyes he wasn’t doing either.

  “Bodhi. I…” There was no way I was outing Ben or Elle. “I Googled your name. I found it.” Partial truth.

  “When?”

  With courage, I stepped toward him, taking hold of his shirt. His wounded eyes caught me off guard. I couldn’t lie to him. I wouldn’t.

 
“A while back. And what I said was only…”

  “Back away from me, Tessa,” he cautioned.

  I gripped his shirt tighter.

  “Tessa…” A warning lingered in the air between us.

  “No, Bodhi! What I said was to hurt Ali. I won’t let you…”

  Bodhi’s dark eyes fell to the floor. “Tyler.”

  Suddenly, both Tyler and Ben flanked my side.

  “Come on, Tess,” Ty said. “Give him space.” They both pulled me away from him. My head was still dizzy from the effects of the alcohol.

  “Bodhi! Don’t do this. You know she loves you,” Elle shouted.

  Kicking my feet, I tried to break free of the guys’ grasp.

  “Why the hell did you have to say that to Ali?” Ben growled in my ear.

  “I was only trying to make her go away! Bodhi, please!” I cried.

  The vacant expression on his face broke my heart, and the moment my feet touched the ground, I couldn’t take it anymore…I ran straight outside to the limo.

  Chapter 24—Bodhi~ Dealbreakers

  You’ve seen his monster cock? She knew all along about the pictures…about me. Which means after we had sex and she asked my name…she already knew it. The words fired off repeatedly in my head. And somewhere between her words, the truth settling in, my friends carrying her away from me, and her running out…I exploded, kicking the table in front of me into a wall and then grabbing a beer bottle and throwing it. The glass shattered and beer poured down the cement wall.

  Collin barreled toward me shoving me hard up against the concrete, knocking the air from my lungs. This was one battle I’d never win, but my fucking blood boiled, so I fought. And the more I resisted…the firmer Collin pinned me back, restricting my air.

  “Knock it off, Bain!” he gritted between his teeth.

  Elle came flying back into the bar and stormed toward me with wild eyes.

  “You fucking prick,” she cried. “She loves you! I knew you’d hurt her.” Ben stopped her from getting close enough to smack me. “I told her, Bodhi. I told her your name and your history. She’s my cousin. And you know what she did when I told her?”