Deviant Bahavior (The Wild Ones Book 1)

by K. Renee

  When her eyes meet mine, I can see the hesitation in them. She’s nervous about something; I just can’t put my finger on what. She’s let me put my tongue down her throat and my fingers in her pussy, but can’t give me basic information about herself.

  “I don’t really like to talk about it,” she mumbles after a few minutes of silence.

  I run my fingers down her thigh, bringing her attention back to me.

  Looking into her eyes, I want to know everything about her. She looks nervous but trusting, and part of me wants to take advantage of it. She could be what I’ve been searching for.

  “How about I tell you about me instead?” My fingers continue to move over her skin and I watch as the goosebumps creep over her chest.

  “Okay.” Her voice is barely over a whisper.

  Just as I’m about to start talking, the waiter comes over with the appetizer and asks if we are ready to order. Instead of letting her order, I go ahead and order for the both of us. When my eyes meet hers, I see the approval in them. I must have ordered something she likes.

  Before he turns to walk away to place our order, I see the way he looks at her. She’s fucking beautiful and I know exactly the way she sounds when she comes. My dick twitches at the thought of her pussy clamping down on my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her.

  I watch him for a second. As he finishes entering our order, he looks back over to her. When his eyes meet mine, I show him just who is taking her home tonight. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine, slamming my lips down on hers. Her hand goes to my chest and just as I slip my tongue into her mouth, I feel her nails dig into my skin.

  A moan slips out of her mouth and I hear the clearing of throats from beside us. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks. If I want to claim her in front of every fucking person here, I will. My dick is on the same page as me and judging by the soft noises coming from my girl, she is too.

  Her hands press against my chest as she pulls her mouth from mine.

  “We can’t.”

  She’s breathless. I just grin at her. She isn’t into fucking in public yet, but she will. I’m going to teach her to love it. She’ll be craving it by the time I’m done with her. Fuck, I can’t wait.

  I let her settle back against the booth seat before I start to tell her about me. “You still want to know about me?” A nod is all I get.

  “Well, I have four siblings, two sisters and two brothers. We were born and raised in the country. We lived just outside New York in a small town. Went to prep school where I met the guys that were at the club with me. We all grew up thick as thieves.” Her eyes light up as I continue talking. Hell, it’s the only reason I continue to tell her about myself.

  “When I was eighteen, I got my first tattoo. From there, I just couldn’t stop. It’s a fucking addiction that I don’t want to quit. Next came the piercings.” When I pause, I see the way her eyes widen.

  “Piercings?” Her voice is a low sexy rasp. I don’t even think she realizes that she’s now leaning in toward me.

  “Yeah, I have more than you can see.” I wink at her and the blush fills her cheeks. “Trust me, each one will benefit you.” She goes to say something but changes her mind quickly. “My parents hated the tattoos and the piercings. I was cool with it though. I didn’t need them to support me anymore since I had a job and was making good money. I moved out and got to live the life I wanted to. I learned at a young age that in order to be happy, you have to do the things that you want. You can’t try and please everyone, you can only please yourself.”

  She bites her lip as she stares at me. She doesn’t move and part of me is afraid I said something wrong to her. Before I can say anything else, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

  “What was that for?” A grin forming on my lips.

  “I just wish someone would have told me that years ago.” A frown forms on her lips and I hate that she looks upset.

  “I’m sure you’re doing just fine, babe.”

  She shrugs her shoulders. “Leaving home was a nightmare. One that I wish I would have been strong enough to do on my own and not…” She trails off, her eyes widening when she realizes that she was talking about her past. She shakes her head and gets quiet. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  Grabbing her chin, I pull her face to mine. “Don’t ever say sorry.” I look into her blue eyes and see the hurt and fear in them. She changes in the blink of an eye and to be honest, I’m curious. It makes me want to know more about her. I want to know her whole damn story.

  “Can we talk about something else?” she asks while biting that bottom lips of hers.

  “Yeah, whatever you want.” She gives me a small grin before changing her expression back to a happier one.

  “How long are you in town?”

  “A few days,” I murmur, brushing the hair out of her face.

  She shivers against me but curls up into my body. I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer to me. Just as she puts her head on my shoulder, the waiter comes back with our food. I watch him as he sets our plates down in front of us. He spends more time staring at Jericho than he does doing anything else.

  “Can I get you anything else?” he asks her. Her head turns to me and I look up at the jackass.

  “No, we’re good.”

  I throw him a smirk and I can see the lust still written all over his face. When he doesn’t leave right away, I move my right hand into her lap and start to move her tight skirt up her thighs. She gasps when my hand moves over her bare skin. Her eyes snap toward his and I can’t help but grin. When I look back at him, I see his eyes narrowing before he huffs off.

  He doesn’t want to get into a pissing match with me. There is no fucking way I’ll let her leave my side until I leave Las Vegas.

  Leaning over into her ear, I whisper, “Eat babe. I need you fueled up for tonight.”

  I hear her swallow audibly and it causes my dick to twitch in my jeans. She has no idea what I have planned for her sexy ass tonight. Just thinking about it gets my dick hard. Removing my arm from around her, I replace the one that’s on a mission to get up her skirt. I use the other one to grab her free hand, placing it on my dick.

  I use her hand to rub along my dick and once she takes it over herself, I start to eat. My right hand slides back under the skirt that is more like a mini than the pencil shirt she started out with. I slowly run my fingers along her pussy lips where I can feel how fucking wet she still is. She loves the idea of me getting her off in a crowded restaurant.

  I continue to eat while slowly sinking my fingers in and out of her. Typically I don’t enjoy this much foreplay, but for some reason, I want to continue to play with her. I want to bring her so high that she never wants to come down.

  As we both eat, I listen to her little moans. Some of them I can’t tell if they are from me or the food. She takes each bite deliberately. Just watching her put her fork into her mouth is a damn turn on. Fuck, the way her mouth closes around it or the way her teeth scrape against the metal is a damn turn on. My dick hardens just at the thought of her putting that mouth on my dick the way she’s got it on the fork.

  “Wren?” Her voice is full of lust and I know as soon as I open my mouth, mine will be too. Fuck, I want to take her right here and now, but I won’t. Not until she’s mine. Then I’ll be fucking her wherever, whenever.

  By the time the check is dropped off and paid for, I’m craving to taste her. My fingers are wet with her arousal and now there is nothing that will keep me from taking her back to my room and fucking her with my fingers, my mouth, and my dick.

  Pulling my fingers from her sweet body, I put my fingers in my mouth and suck her juices off of them again. Her eyes widen slightly before she lets out a little moan. She scoots closer to me and puts her hand on my thigh. Her eyes are hooded and I can see that she wants something from me right now. This turns her on even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

  When she doesn
’t move from her spot, I lean forward and press my mouth against hers. Her hands come up and she grabs my head, pulling me closer to her. The people around our table start to whisper and gasp, but I could care less.

  Right now, I have her right where I want her.

  Chapter 7

  Jericho

  I don’t know what has come over me. It’s like every ounce of me is being controlled by him. The cocky look on his handsome face when I finally pull my mouth off of his makes me think twice about what I’m doing. He’s got me under his spell.

  “Come on.”

  He moves from the booth seat and reaches a hand out for me to grab. Once I slide out of the booth, I fix my skirt and I look down at his dick. I can see the bulge there and my God, I want to see what he looks like out of his pants.

  “If you keep looking at my dick like that, I won’t wait. I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

  A loud gasp from my right brings my attention away from his dick and I feel my face heat with embarrassment. Like I said, I can’t help but be pulled to him. I’m even thinking about letting him do things to me in crowded restaurants. Dammit, I already let him work me up under the table. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before I start to walk past him.

  He falls in step with me and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together. His sexy voice is in my ear before we even make it out of the restaurant.

  “I’m going to spank that pretty little ass when we get to my hotel.”

  I don’t say anything in response; I just continue to walk next to him in silence. As we walk toward the closest casino on the Strip, he runs his thumb up and down the inside of my wrist. His thumb brushes over the cross the sits right above my wrist. As we come to a stop at the taxi line, he pulls my body into his. One hand runs down my spine while the other one grabs my wrist and lifts it up between our faces.

  “Why a cross?”

  His eyes scan over it before looking me in the eyes. Before I have a chance to answer him, the valet guy asks where we are heading.

  “The Aria,” he states quickly as he leads me to the car and helps me inside.

  He shuts the door after I get inside and situated. I watch him as he hands the valet a tip before making his way to the other door. Watching him get inside the car is cute. He’s tall and I swear he has no room behind the driver.

  “So to the Aria?” the driver asks from up in the front.

  “Yeah,” Wren says before he looks back at me. “Now tell me about the cross.”

  His smooth voice makes me forget about where we are. Out of habit, I look down at my wrist and run a finger over the black cross that resides there.

  I don’t look up when I start to speak, and he doesn’t force me to. On the inside, I feel like all my defenses are being stripped down. He's the first one to ask about the cross and the first I'm going to give the meaning to.

  “I got the cross because it reminds me not to judge people. Everyone can cross a line between being a sinner or a saint. A sinner isn’t always a bad person, just like a saint isn’t always a good person. Everyone hides something. I know because I was one of those people. I want to remember that a sinner can change for the better and a saint could have once been a bad person. It’s all in the eye of the beholder.”

  His fingers find my chin and he forces me to look up at him. Green eyes lock on mine and I feel paralyzed. His intense persona and amazing eyes make me forget what I was even saying, not to mention the lustful look that is currently written all over his face. If he asks me a question right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to answer him. The only thing on my foggy mind is that I want his mouth on mine again.

  Something about him calls to me in the strangest way. I don’t lose control of myself like this. Men don’t affect me this way. What the hell is happening to me?

  The cab comes to a stop before anything can happen. The car door opens and he releases me. He gets out of the car and makes his way around to my side. The cabbie tries to open my door, but Wren stops him. I watch in awe as he opens my door and reaches a hand in to help me out. Once I’m out of the car, I smooth down my skirt and put my purse on my shoulder. I look around the area and see half-naked women, and men chasing them around like puppies.

  One thing I’ve learned about Vegas is that you pretty much see it all on the strip. I’ve seen my fair share of scantily dressed women and wannabe gangsters that they have on their arms, the bros and the hoes, and the businessmen who only come to fuck whores. This place is full of fake people who are just trying to let loose however they see fit.

  Their judgment isn’t mine.

  A hand on my hip brings my attention from the crowds walking by.

  “Come on,” he growls in my ear. His lips trail along my neck slowly before he pulls me into his body. “I have plans for you, babe.” He wraps his arm around my neck and starts to lead me through the casino entrance.

  People stop and stare at him as we walk through the casino. Hell, I’ve seen at least a dozen women licking their lips as their eyes scan over him. Part of me gets a strange thrill that runs through me as I bask in the thought that I’m the girl they are jealous of right now. I’m the one he’s taking back to his room tonight. I don’t bother thinking about the way I’ll feel when whatever it is between us is over in the morning. Instead, I’ll just eat up the attention he’s giving me tonight.

  I wrap my arm around his waist and he looks down at me. “Staking your claim?” I roll my eyes at him and he just laughs. “Don’t worry, babe. I find it hot as fuck that you’re willing to stake your claim on me for all them to see.” He leans his head down and presses his mouth against mine.

  The feel of his mouth on mine makes it hard to take another step. I step wrong in my heel and he keeps me upright from tripping. “Let’s not get you hurt before I get inside of you. You’ll be sore for days to come, but it won’t be from those sexy as fuck shoes. It’s going to be from me pounding that sweet cunt of yours. Fuck, you don’t even know how hard I am for you right now.”

  He stops us in the middle of the casino. I yelp when he pulls me into his chest. A hand softly caresses my cheek then slowly sinks into my hair at the nape of my neck. His lips slowly descend onto mine. Before his lips touch mine, I feel my heart stop. It’s like I’ve seen in a million romance movies that I’ve watched over the last few years. In a way, he’s sweeping me off my feet. He’s playing this sexy, sweet man that will end up dropping me on my ass in a few hours, but I don’t care. All I care about is being in his arms for any amount of time.

  When our lips finally connect, I feel a light jolt. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull him closer to me and he slips his tongue into my mouth. Everything around us dies away and my entire focus is on him.

  As soon as we finally pull apart, I can’t help but want to rush up to his room. All logical thoughts are now gone and the only thing I want to do is get naked with him. Everything that has led up to this has only made me want him more.

  The shyness will disappear once he gets me into his room. The shy persona that I typically have will burn away because of the lust that is taking over my body. I want one thing and I won’t stop until I get it tonight.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I whisper his words from earlier back to him. The cocky grin is back on his face and I can’t help but smile back at him.

  “You read my mind, baby,” he murmurs before kissing me once more.

  As he releases me, he grabs my hand and we start to make our way through the casino toward the elevator. The moment we enter the elevator, I’m being pushed against the wall. His body is against mine and his mouth is on my skin. My arms wrap around his neck as he runs his hands down my back until they reach my ass.

  As he grips my ass, his dick presses against my stomach. I can’t help but moan as the elevator dings and the doors open. He grins against my mouth before kissing me once more, spinning me around to face the people who are now getting on the elevator with us. A few of th
e men have smirks on their faces while the older couple is giving us dirty looks.

  It doesn’t take long for the elevator to ding again. This time Wren wraps his arm around my waist and forces me to walk through the door first. Once we get in the hallway, he spins me to face him again. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you alone. I have so many damn plans for you.”

  A chill runs up my spine and I can’t wait.

  “What are you waiting for?” I raise an eyebrow at him and he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. He carries me quickly to the room; hand on my ass the whole time.

  Chapter 8

  Wren

  The minute I get her into the room, I toss her sexy ass onto the bed. I watch her bounce and her eyes never leave me as I walk around the room. Going to my suitcase, I grab the black bag that I keep my toys in. Walking back to the bed, I get a good look at the woman lying there. She’s fucking beautiful and she’ll be even more beautiful when she’s tied down and gagged.

  Standing at the edge of the bed, I set the bag down and put my hands on her thighs. Her skirt is already halfway up her thighs. Her fingers are tracing the hem of her skirt and I have a feeling that she may not be as innocent as she acts. Stepping between her thighs, I grab her legs and pull her down the bed a little so she has to take me against her body. Running my fingers up her thighs, I push her skirt up higher and I am rewarded with that sweet pussy that I can’t wait to put my mouth on.

  She crooks her finger at me and I lean down so our faces are lined up. “I have a feeling that you are a dirty, dirty girl.” The words come out on a groan. I can’t help it; she’s got me fucking hard as a stone right now.

  “I hope you can give it as good as you say.” She winks at me and I pull away.

  She has no fucking clue what she’s done. She’s going to find out just how fucking good I am. I start to undo my shirt and her eyes scan over me. I undo each button slowly until I get to the bottom of the shirt. Sliding it down my arms, her eyes scan over my inked skin. They start at my neck and slowly move to my chest.