by Kylie Parker
“I want you to fuck me from me behind.” She said in a husky tone, pulling his massive cock out of her mouth. Thrilled by the idea, he gave her a cunning smile and hurriedly sat up. He waited for her to crawl up the bed and then he crawled down the bed on his hands and knees. Bruce turned his body to the left and sat up. Positioning himself behind her, he looked down at her ass, as he grabbed his cock with his right hand. He led it to her entrance, placing his left hand on her hip. Melissa’s pussy was so wet from their previous encounter that his cock glided effortlessly into her depths.
“God, it’s so big… So wet.” She moaned, tilting her head almost all the way back.
“You took really good care of it, baby.” Bruce said, his voice riddled with passion. He put his right hand on her other hip, as his manhood reached her outer rim. Feeling her moisture on his thick shaft, he began to thrust her fast and hard, right from the start. Melissa’s worship on his manhood had driven him crazy with lust. Staring down at her butt cheeks, as they wobbled with each of his thrusts, he slid both hands down her hips. Bruce kneaded her juicy ass, as small drops of sweat were flowing down his chiseled abs. Loving her loud moans of pleasure, as they echoed in her bedroom, he took his hands off of her ass. A deeper groan escaped her, as he slapped her butt cheeks. Melissa looked up at him, over her right shoulder.
“Faster, baby.” She urged, her voice low and husky. Her words sent him into a frenzy. Bruce spread her butt cheeks and quickened his pace, making her feel every inch of his large, throbbing cock in her soaking wet pussy. He grabbed and held onto her ass, as his big, heavy balls were slapping against it. Their moans were so loud that they were echoing in the corridor that led to her bedroom. Moving his gaze up her body, he saw drops of sweat dripping down her back, catching a glimpse of her breasts, as they swayed back and forth. His pulsing cock in her pussy, made Melissa shiver in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her hot juices on his shaft, Bruce would not pull out. He exploded into orgasm deep inside her, his manly groans audible over hers. Exhausted and gasping for breath, he tumbled into bed next to her. Melissa lay on her chest, turned her head to the left and faced him, panting as well.
“Did you like it?” She asked.
“Like it?” He laughed, running his right hand up her back. “I loved it. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” She purred, snuggling up to him.
“Quick question.” He gasped. “Why didn’t you let me carry you upstairs? I thought women liked that.”
“We do.” She admitted. “But we’d probably end up doing it on the stairs. And they’re not very comfortable, are they?”
“No.” He chuckled. “You and I in Boston. Who would have thought? You’re going to love it, Melissa.”
“I know.” She whispered. It was at that moment that Bruce saw the happiest look in his beloved Melissa’s eyes. They seemed to glow, like two tiny diamonds in the pale moonlight light that was coming through her window, making his heart flutter. He tilted his head towards her. Their lips joined in their softest kiss so far, filled with the endless love that they had for each other.
Melissa had stolen his heart, ever since the moment that he saw her outside his hotel. Their relationship had to end fast, but he was too in love for her to let her go. He went back for her. In a stunning turn of events, she lost her father. Her distrust pushed him away, but, not allowing his ego to stand in the way of his happiness, Bruce gave their relationship another chance. He was looking forward to a life with her in his birthplace, dreaming of the things that they would share, good or bad. Life is full of hardships, but Bruce was prepared to face any obstacles along the way, as long as they were together…
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 3
1
“Get ready. The truck’s coming.”
Jimmy Holden’s order to his partners meant that they had to hide behind the stolen Cadillac, which was blocking the tree-lined road right outside Highland Park, Dallas. Jimmy, Martin and Nicolas had been scouring the vast state of Texas, looking for opportunities like this. Armored truck drivers usually changed their itineraries, but that was not the case with Andy Reigns, the man that they had recently met in a bar in downtown Dallas. Despite being a raging alcoholic and a bad gambler, he appeared to be an honest man and kept talking about his boring life. In three weeks, Jimmy managed to earn his trust. He stole the weekly schedule from his desk on one of his visits to “Centurion”, the security company that employed his newly acquired friend. Andy used to work nights; he was carrying more money but the pay was better.
But Jimmy and his small crew were not exactly honest men. Jimmy himself believed that shooting people was just part of his job. Neither Martin nor Nicolas had the stomach for it. What Jimmy loved to do though was stealing. He actually enjoyed it. Amounts did not matter; anything above $50,000 was good enough. That Friday night was different, though. The armored truck would be full of money. It was a perfect chance for him and his crew to make the score of a lifetime. None of them would have to worry about money for a long time.
Jimmy pressed his eye to the optics of his M4. The night vision scope of his rifle allowed him to see everything, as clear as broad daylight. Their plan was simple: Kill the truck driver and his colleague and steal the truck. They would blow up the rear door later, miles away from the small town. However, Jimmy was stunned to discover that Andy was not behind the wheel that night. In his stead, there was a young woman. He couldn’t make out her identity, but, even if he could, Jimmy had never shot a woman before. Adding to his already big surprise, there was another woman in the passenger seat.
“Shit…” He hummed, frowning, as the truck approached at a steady pace. Jimmy leaned back, taking his eye from the scope. For the first time in more than three years as a robber, he was in a dilemma. He was torn by indecision, but Jimmy had to think fast. Tension tightened the back of his neck. The high beams of the truck blinded him, but he would not back down now. The three men had been waiting for this for a while; wasting their chance was not an option. He put his right hand on the edge of his black, ski mask and pulled it down.
“Jimmy? Talk to me baby, what’s going on?” Marty’s question in the intercom forced a quick, but decisive response.
“Change of plans, boys…” Jimmy said. “We blow it up right here.”
The truck began to slow down, as the driver noticed the big Cadillac blocking the way. She pulled over on the right side of the empty, quiet road, less than ten yards away from Jimmy, but neither woman got out. They kept staring at him, as he aimed the driver.
“Out of the truck! Right now!” His stentorian voice rumbled like thunder, audible over the sound of the diesel engine. The driver opened her door with fear-clumsy fingers. She stepped down from the tall vehicle. Jimmy discovered that she was a lot prettier than he could possibly have imagined. Her colleague followed her example, but she was much calmer than her. Her grip on the door handle was firm and her hand did not shake at all.
“On your knees! Hands behind your head!” Jimmy cried, as he approached the truck with caution. Marty and Nicolas brushed past him, as he made his way towards the driver. Her long, whiskey hair was neatly gathered in a ponytail and her chocolate skin shimmered in the ample moonlight. But, her light-green eyes were only partially open and the skin on her face tingled with fear.
“Please, don’t hurt us.” She begged, her voice trembling, looking up at Jimmy. “Just take the money.”
He was about to verbalize, when he settled his gaze on her nametag, on the left side of her chest. It read: “A. Reigns”. Baffled and with blood pounding through his veins, Jimmy could not force a word out of his throat. Something had happened to Andy, but this was not the place or the time to think about it and the woman in front of him was definitely not the one he should discuss it with. Jimmy’s blue, shadowed eyes took every bit of her. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old. Her tiny nose and her full lips struck him. Had they been somewhere else, Jimmy would serious
ly consider courting her. He averted his gaze from her and threw a rapt glance at her colleague. She squeezed her lips, in an attempt not to speak. Jimmy realized that she was boiling with rage. A simple look in her eyes was enough. They were black with shock and anger, but he couldn’t care less. An angry security clerk would not stop him and his crew. Moments later, a loud, powerful blast rocked the ground, lighting up that warm, early September night. Marty and Nicolas jumped into the truck, as smoke rose from the rear.
“I hope you’ve made peace with God.” Jimmy did not appreciate the blunt tone in the older woman’s voice. Two steps to the left brought him much closer to her. He pointed his rifle at her, gritting his teeth. His fingers clenched the handle on the powerful weapon so tightly that his knuckles nearly snapped out of place. Jimmy leaned his face into hers.
“Have you, missy?” He whispered. At that moment, the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Marty was coming his way fast, followed by the much shorter and heavier Nicolas. They both had had large bags in their hands.
“We’re good. Let’s go.” Marty suggested.
“See you in heaven…” Jimmy winked at her, leaning back, as his thick lips curled into a slow, razored smile. He turned around, following his men. They started running towards Marty’s pickup truck which lay thirty yards away from the stolen Cadillac. Jimmy, Marty and Nicolas jumped in it. This was no time for celebrations; they had to leave that place as quickly as possible. They disappeared into the night, leaving two women behind, shocked to their core…
2
“Four hundred and thirty, four hundred and forty, four hundred and fifty… Three million, four hundred and fifty thousand bucks!” Nicolas finished counting the lute with a loud cheer in their safe house, somewhere in the Texas wilderness.
“That’s what I’m talking about…” Martin added, while Jimmy gave a satisfied nod. Relief flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Yes, they had accomplished their objective, leaving no trail behind whatsoever. It was a clean, professional job. The world would have no idea about who was behind one of the biggest armored truck robberies in the US. Of course, they would have to be extremely careful from now on, but he trusted them, even though Martin was sometimes a little too impulsive. Nevertheless, Jimmy didn’t share his partners’ enthusiasm. More than that, he couldn’t hide his concern, preferring to stare at the stack of money on the small kitchen table.
“What’s going on, Jimmy?” Nicolas wondered.
“Can somebody tell me where the hell Andy was tonight?” Jimmy answered his question with a question, as his face hardened, raising his eyes from the money to glare at Nicolas.
“Yeah, I noticed Andy wasn’t there tonight…” Martin agreed. “But, who cares anyway?”
“Did you notice his nametag?” Jimmy posed one more question, fixing his gaze on Martin, sat on his right.
“Nope…” Martin shook his head sideways.
“She wore Andy’s nametag…” Jimmy added. However, his friends’ reaction disappointed him even further. Martin and Nicolas glanced at each other, trying very hard not to laugh. To no avail. They burst out laughing, as if they had just heard the funniest joke ever. It then occurred to Jimmy that neither of them was paying attention to his words, despite his persistent attempts to educate them on how security companies operate.
“Jimmy…” Martin chuckled. “I think you worry too much.”
“Do I?!” Jimmy yelled, banging his fist on the table. “What have I told you about security companies?”
“They’re pretty thorough…” Nicolas was quick to reply.
“Right. Which means that she’s either his sister, his wife or something happened to him at the last minute, he couldn’t make it and they gave his nametag to some random chick. We’ve been here for three weeks. Did you notice any… wives or sisters? Because I sure as hell didn’t.” Jimmy stated, finally grabbing their attention. Their smiles were wiped off their faces.
“Jimmy, what are you saying?” Martin asked.
“Andy’s a bad gambler. I don’t know. Maybe they whacked him. Lots of people have seen us hanging out with him. What if the cops show up and start asking questions? What are we going to say? ‘We didn’t do it. We were busy robbing a truck’? That’s one hell of an alibi.” Jimmy’s sharp response made them worry even more.
“Ok, this may sound a little stupid but weren’t you going to take him out?” Martin squinted at him.
“I don’t know. I kind of liked him. Most truckers are douchebags. He’s been good to us.” Jimmy admitted.
“What if someone killed him? What are we going to do?” Nicolas was starting to panic; His squeaky voice quivered.
“Well…” Jimmy croaked, leaning back on his chair, folding his arms behind his head. “Let’s see if Andy’s alive first. Martin, check the internet for any murder reports in the area, will you?”
“It’s too far-fetched, Jimmy…” Martin commented. “Anyway, give me five minutes.” He murmured, rising from his seat.
“I mean no disrespect here Jimmy, but do you realize what we’ve just done? We should be celebrating.” Nicolas suggested.
“It’s ok, man.” Jimmy said with a sigh. “I know, but I want to spend this money while I’m young. If we get busted, we’re looking at twenty years. Each. Which reminds me. Don’t buy anything… fancy.”
“You didn’t have to remind me, Jimmy…” Nicholas gave him a big smile.
“Yeah, it’s Martin I’m worried about.” Jimmy claimed. “He could go buy a freaking Ferrari.”
“No, I won’t.” Martin interjected, returning to the table with his laptop in his hands. “See for yourself. It’s been a pretty quiet night in Highland Park. Nothing ever happens here.”
“I’m not celebrating until I see Andy.” Jimmy murmured, still not convinced that Andy was ok. “We’ll pay him a visit tomorrow morning.”
“Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty momma...” Martin hummed the lyrics of “Kokomo”, as a huge grin slowly formed on his face.
“I prefer Brazil.” Nicolas winked at him.
“Hold your horses.” Jimmy grumbled. “You’re not going anywhere just yet and you sure as hell can’t carry all that money with you.”
“I only need 10K.” Martin laughed. “I’ll stash the rest. What happened between you and that security clerk?”
“She said something about… God. I never liked religious freaks, but this one really pissed me off.” Jimmy’s mouth tightened, as he recalled the events of that night.
“What about Andy’s wife?” Martin interjected, laughing even louder.
“Go get some sleep you idiots…” Jimmy groaned, arising to his large, 6’2” stature, unwilling to discuss things any further. It was clear to him that Martin and Nicolas were too happy to share his concern. Eventually, he would snap at them and although he was not afraid of them, Jimmy wanted them to savor this moment. After all, they had earned it. Maybe he was worried too much, as Martin had earlier remarked, or perhaps he was just unable to believe that he was rich. Either way, the questions that filled his mind didn’t allow him to get much sleep that night.
“I sure as hell hope Andy is fine and I’m just overreacting. I don’t know who that girl was but she looked good. Way too good to be his sister or his wife. I couldn’t tell how tall she was, but with a face like that, I wouldn’t mind if she was just five feet tall. What happened to you, Andy? Why couldn’t you make it tonight?”
3
The first colors of the sunrise were up in the sky when Jimmy left the safe house the next morning. He wouldn’t wake up his partners. Besides, the chances of them waking up so early were rather slim. Jimmy could hear their loud laughter until 4am and he also found numerous beer bottles in the kitchen, a clear sign that they had celebrated without him. However, the last thing on Jimmy’s mind was to tell them off for having a few beers. He had to find out if Andy was ok and the only way to do that was to drive all the way to Highland Park, thirty two miles away from the safe house.
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br /> As one would expect, when he arrived at the small neighborhood, every window of Andy’s house was shut, but Jimmy noticed a feminine figure getting out the house from a distance. Several people were leaving for work in their cars, as he parked his own on the driveway. Without much thought, Jimmy knocked Andy’s front door, looking around him every second or two. Several seconds passed, but still, no one answered. A second knock followed. This time, Jimmy knocked harder and louder, before tapping the fingers of his left hand on the doorknob.
A sigh of relief escaped him, as the door slowly opened. Andy was alive, but he looked in terrible shape. By all appearances, Jimmy had woken him up. His short, blonde hair was messy, his eyes were red and his hand was on his stomach. Andy glanced at the clock on the wall next to the door, before he spoke to Jimmy.
