Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle

by Delilah Wilde

  "You like that?" he asked, reaching round and grabbing one of my breasts and giving it a hard squeeze, "You like getting fucked like this?"

  I could only nod in response. My pussy was already so sensitive from my first orgasm that it didn't take me long to reach the second. I could feel myself approaching that critical point once again, though I tried my best to delay it for as long as possible. Nate could sense what I was doing.

  "It's OK, you can cum now baby. Yeah, cum for me Ruby," he said. I couldn't hold out anymore. I screamed as a second, more powerful orgasm sent shock waves of pleasure through me. My every nerve tingled as Nate continued to fuck me.

  There was a loud knock on the door.

  "Is everything OK in there?" asked Cindy, from the other side of the door, "There's a lot of weird noise coming from here. Also Nate, there's someone here to see you about one of the sous-chef jobs. Should I let him in?"

  "No!" Nate shouted, as he continued to thrust into me, "No, give me a minute!"

  It only took him another minute or so to cum inside me. It took us both another minute or two to get dressed again. I ran into a difficulty putting back on my torn blouse but I just tucked what I could into my skirt and covered the rest with my ring binder. Cindy was banging on the door the whole time.

  "I guess you better go," said Nate.

  "I guess so," I said.

  "I'll let you know about the job then. You should hear within the next week or so."

  He had gone back to his business voice. I hope that didn't mean that what we had just done had meant nothing, but I didn't allow myself to over think for once in my life.

  I simply kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye.

  Nate

  I left work happier than I ever had. The day that my bank account reached a billion dollars didn't even compare to this. Ruby had finally realized that it didn't matter what other people thought. If two people wanted to be together, then they should be together. We weren't exactly a traditional couple but traditional relationships clearly hadn't worked out for either of us in the past. What we had was good. The sex we had was even better. If I had had time I would have fucked her like that all evening, but it wasn't to be. I would have to leave that for another time. It now looked like there would be plenty of other times.

  Cindy, my secretary, drilled me before I left work.

  "Who the hell did that girl think she was, showing up late in that slutty outfit? As if she would ever be able to work here," she scoffed. Then she saw my expression.

  "Oh god no Nate, don't tell me you're hiring that bimbo."

  I stayed calm though I couldn't stand hearing anyone saying bad things about Ruby, especially when those things were blatantly untrue. Ruby was a lot of things but she certainly was not a bimbo by any means.

  "Actually, she's not a bimbo. She's a very talented artist who I am considering to join our graphic design team. She has a very unique point of view that I think could bring a lot to the company, so yeah, there's a good chance that she'll get hired," I smiled at Cindy, who was giving me her trademark scowl, "You know, if you're so concerned about her not fitting in I could always assign you to be her secretary. That way you could keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't mess anything up."

  Cindy shook her head rapidly.

  "No, no that's OK Nate. I'm sure she'll get along just fine. Sorry for questioning your judgment," she said, "Have a good weekend!"

  I said goodbye to Cindy and wished her a good weekend too and our conversation ended. I made my way out of the building and found my motorcycle, which was parked down the street. Starting up the engine felt like heaven to me. My life was great. I had money, a great bike and an even better girl. I let the euphoria of this great moment wash over me for a second before heading off into town to run a few errands.

  I stopped off at the supermarket to pick up some groceries and something to have for dinner. I had never cooked for Ruby before. I would have to invite her over soon and see what she thought of my culinary skills. It felt weird that I was thinking these thoughts about a woman when a few months ago my only interest had been fucking them. Ruby was just such a special girl that I enjoyed having her around even when we were fully clothed. That was something that felt really strange to admit.

  I was just picking up some fresh pasta from the refrigerator section when a familiar voice came within earshot. I wasn't too interested, keeping my focus on which pasta I would chose, but I couldn't help overhearing.

  "Oh stop it Jeff, you're so bad. Wait 'til we get home," the woman said. I grabbed some penne and turned around to see Trisha. She was looking awfully cozy with a guy I definitely recognized. It was Jeff, Ruby's ex-boyfriend. They were completely oblivious to me and everyone else around them.

  They had their hands in each other’s pockets and they were giving each other Eskimo kisses. It was sickening.

  "Holy shit," I said, and the two of them suddenly noticed me. Trisha looked horrified and Jeff looked a little bit uneasy.

  "Oh, hi Nate! I didn't see you there!" squeaked Trisha. If this was her way of playing it cool then it sure wasn't working.

  "Hi Trisha. Jeff. No, you definitely didn't see me," I said. Jeff gave me a look.

  "And you definitely didn't see us, right buddy? No one needs to know?" he said, which roughly translated to 'don't tell Ruby!'

  I could have just agreed and walked away from the situation, but I was feeling slightly devious. I wanted to play with them just a bit. I only wished that Ruby was around to help me.

  "I have no idea what you're talking about, "I said to Jeff, before turning to Trisha, "So how long have you two been banging each other?"

  Trisha looked like she might burst into floods of tears at any moment, but I really didn't give a fuck. Jeff just looked sleazy as ever. I couldn't understand how he had managed to get any woman ever.

  "Nate, please please don't tell Ruby! Jeff and I didn't mean to fall in love, it just happened lately.

  Everything's so messy right now and you know poor Ruby's been through so much. I really don't want to upset her!" pleaded Trisha. I pretended to think about what she was saying.

  "Ruby won't be upset, because she has me," I said, and I could see Trisha's eyes narrowing. She obviously didn't approve of my relationship with her cousin but I didn't care. I knew that Ruby still did a little bit though, even though she was trying her best not to care.

  "And you don't have a problem with her being with me, do you Trisha?"

  Trisha paused thoughtfully before shaking her head.

  "No, not at all. I'm sure you'll make her very happy."

  "Good. So I won't tell her that you're sleeping with this jack off," I turned to Jeff," No offense buddy. I won't tell her if you keep your nose out of our business and don't make her feel bad for being with me. Is that a deal?"

  Trisha and Jeff both nodded. The guy was so pathetic that he didn't even challenge me for calling him a jack off. I said goodbye to the two of them and went to pay for my pasta, feeling proud of myself. If I had to be a little bit devious to protect Ruby's honor sometimes then so be it. I couldn't say that I didn't enjoy it.

  Ruby

  Nate told me all about Trisha's romance with Jeff. I was so over him by this stage that it didn't matter to me at all. The two of us laughed and laughed at how silly they were to be so secretive but I promised Nate that I wouldn't tell Trisha that I knew. I kept my word of course, but it didn't matter anyway. Trisha's own blabbermouth got the best of her when I came to visit her at her new place.

  "Your curtains are really nice, where did you get them?" I asked. Trisha began to vibrate as if she was having a seizure, before she finally exploded.

  "I'm sleeping with Jeff!" she yelled, tears spurting down her cheeks, "I'm so sorry Ruby! You have to forgive me!"

  I didn't care one bit, but that didn't mean that I couldn't let her beg and plead just a little bit. It was fun being the one with the power for once. I managed to make her promise that she would loan me
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br />   her rose gold bracelet, bake me a chocolate fudge cake, clear her schedule so she was completely open for cat-sitting as well as promise to never ever bother me about Nate again.

  Nate and I talked on the phone a lot during the week after my interview. He even took me to the drive-in again, though this time it was on their rom-com night so I didn't have to hind behind any seats. We still ended up having sex through both of the movies, but that was inevitable. We still had fun.

  Every time I spoke to him about the job he was weirdly cagey, assuring me that he would let me know as soon as he received any news on the matter.

  "But you're the boss," I whined at the drive-in, "Aren't you in charge?" He smirked at me.

  "You're right, I am the boss. That means you have to do what I say so I demand that you take your panties off right now and show me that pretty pussy of yours," he said. It wasn't unlike talking to a brick wall, but the sex was so good that it didn't matter. The after sex was even better. There was no tears or drama on my part. Just some cuddling before we started the second or third round of crazy sex. What could I say, it worked for us somehow.

  Trisha kept to her word. The fudge cake was delicious and my mom wasn't informed about my new relationship. I would tell her someday, someday soon. It was just important that she heard it from me and not from Trisha or anyone else. I even finished a few commissions and made some money for once. Life was good.

  I was still in bed at eight O' clock on a Monday morning when a rock hit my bedroom window. At first I thought it was a fluke but then there was a second, and a third. Who on earth could that be? I ran over to the window, ready to shout every obscenity I knew at whatever fucker thought it was funny to try and smash my windows in. I shouldn't have been so surprised to see Nate grinning up at me, his motorcycle parked right at the front of the building.

  "Get down here!" he yelled, a huge smile on his face, "We have somewhere to be!"

  I wasn't sure what he was talking about but I thought it would be better to argue with him when I got downstairs than from a few stories up. I got dressed into something pretty but smart and hurtled down the stairs. I guess I was slightly nervous that Nate wouldn't be there when I got outside. He was still there when I stepped out, sitting on his bike with that smile still on his face.

  "Wow, you look great. You're gonna make a good first impression anyways," he said, looking me up and down, "Very sexy, but it's a kind of 'don't fuck with me' sexy. I like it."

  "Thanks," I said, giving him a little twirl, "So what's all the fuss about? Where are we going that I need to make a first impression?"

  I had a vague notion but I needed him to confirm it before I could let myself get too excited.

  "Where are we going?" He asked, handing me his second helmet, "Work of course!"

  I gave a small shriek and did a victory dance that made Nate laugh before hoping on to the back of the bike.

  "Let's go!" I said, and we did.

  <<<< THE END >>>>

  Table of Contents

  Off Limits

  Fling

  Improper

  Old School

  Dane

  Fling

  Chapter One

  What the fuck? This thought roams through my head over and over again.

  By the time the police let me go, I’m not sure what day it is. Dried tears cake my cheeks. I grab my phone and dial.

  “Come on, come on, come on… pick up, pick up, pick up.” I whisper to the ringing tone.

  No answer.

  Voicemail.

  The words catch in my throat, forming a lump of new tears and I can’t speak.

  I hang up the phone and stare at the rain hitting my windshield. Seems fitting, somehow, that the sky would be weeping today.

  Of all days.

  It takes me a few minutes to bring my tears back under control. Flashes of that nightmare run before my eyes.

  I jump at the lightning.

  And nearly lose my shit at the thunder.

  I dial another number.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi,” I fight back the tears to seek out the word.

  “Oh my God. Kirsten. Were you in class today?”

  I try to answer her. To say yes. To tell her of everything that I saw. Everything that happened. But all I want right now is a ride home. A hot shower. And a hug.

  Just something to wipe away the nightmare.

  “Shit, Kirsten. Did you get the story?”

  Her words shock my tears into stopping their flow. Did she really just ask me that? My anger wells up in my stomach.

  Then she moans.

  She’s not talking to me anymore. She’s talking to someone else. I hold my breath.

  A man. Moaning.

  Oh my God.

  Their voices sound distant, like she dropped the phone. I hang up and toss my phone over into the passenger seat.

  My palm stings as it slams against the steering wheel. Where the hell can I go now?

  It dawns on me that John isn’t home. If I can get to our apartment before he returns, I can leave and never have to see him. “Come on, Kirsten, get it together and get there. You can always figure out where to go next after that.”

  The rains follow me all the way home. I always hate making the drive from the school to the apartment. It’s the main reason why I stay at the dorms two or three nights out of the week.

  The lights are off at my apartment. I slip my key into the lock and dart inside.

  No one home.

  I grab a suitcase and a duffle bag and start throwing anything I can into both of them. Bathroom products. Clothes. Stockings. Notebooks. Cameras.

  Everything.

  With no idea how much time I have until John returns, I am darting back and forth across the apartment like a hot mess. Tears continue to blur my vision.

  At some point, I completely break down. I don’t know how much time I lost to my own struggles. I sit in the middle of the hallway and cry into my hands. I’m just not sure how I’m going to ever be okay again.

  The doorknob jiggles.

  Fuck. Out of time.

  I bolt through the apartment again, slamming the suitcase shut and fighting to pull the zipper around the corners.

  “Kirsten?” John calls my name as he steps through the door. “Kirsten, are you here?”

  His footsteps pad lightly across the carpet down the hallway to the bedroom. “Hey,” he whispers at the bedroom door. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home tonight.”

  “I have to go,” I manage to spit the words out. “I have to go, now. And when I get back, I don’t want you to be here anymore.”

  “What are you…what are you talking about? What does that even mean? You don’t want me here anymore.”

  “What? What do you think it means? How many different ways can you take that? I’m leaving. I am exiting the apartment and I am not sure when I’ll be back. When I do come back, I expect you and your shit to be gone. Not in my apartment anymore. Living somewhere else. Is that more clear?”

  I should just throw him out. I keep telling myself to throw something at him. But I know what will happen if I do that. He’ll laugh. It won’t hurt him. Not the way I hurt.

  “Kirsten, this is ridiculous. If I did something wrong just tell me and we can work it out.”

  I shake my head and glance around the apartment. I reach around and grab my camera and toss it into my duffle bag and throw it over my shoulder. “Out. John. I mean it.”

  Before he could mutter another word, I storm out the door and let it slam behind me.

  Of course, slamming the door to my apartment and my relationship with John doesn’t exactly help me figure out what I’m going to do. Unseasonal rains are still pelting everything.

  “I live in the fucking desert. Why the fuck is it raining?” I ask out loud. Sheets of water stick my hair to my scalp and soak through my clothing. I throw everything into my car and turn the ignition.

  Nothing.

  A couple of whin
ing groans and the engine shuts back off.

  “Oh, fuck. Not now, not now.” I say as I turn the key again. For nothing.

  “No!”

  I wrap my fist around my cellphone and think. I can’t stay here. Not after making such a scene. Well, I could just go in and say I changed my mind and he has to leave. No, that’s stupid. But isn’t that how the saying goes? Women are entitled to change their mind at any time? That’s why it’s stupid. Fuck.

  In a last ditch effort, I turn the key again and hold my breath. The windshield wipers swing into life and I release a weak laugh and shake my head. My wipers can barely keep up with the downpour of rain. I can’t drive very fast, which works in my favor since right now I’m not entirely sure where I’m going to go.

  A red light signals for me to stop. My mind dwells on early memories with thunderstorms, curled up with my mom reading a book and listening to the rhythm of the rain. I take in a deep breath, wishing I could enjoy the sounds around me when the rain is interrupted by squealing tires behind me.

  I glance up into the rearview mirror to see a set of headlights swerving behind me.

  “Oh fuck. Are you kidding me?”

  The headlights swing to the other lane, then swerve back. Faster.