My Bad- Lani Lynn Vale

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  My hands clenched, and my eyes connected with Cheyenne’s, who looked just as pissed as I felt.

  “I hate him,” I growled. “I hate him, and I would like nothing better than to punch him so hard in the throat that his windpipe swelled closed and I got to watch him flop on the ground like a dying fish.”

  Cheyenne blinked. “It’s like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

  I grunted. “I have. This bastard’s been a problem since I started seeing your daughter. It’s only gotten worse since we’ve gotten more serious.”

  Cheyenne grimaced. “That’s my fault. Kelley had a thing for me, and when I told him I was very happily married, Pru came along and he got a better version of me waved in front of his face.”

  I didn’t like hearing that.

  “He’s never given any indication that he finds her attractive and wants to date her,” I admitted. “He’s just a big douchebag that likes to bully her.”

  Cheyenne smiled then, a slow, warm, entire face-splitting smile. “I told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn’t stay away from her, I’d make his life a living hell. Plus, I sent Sam up here to reiterate that point.”

  A low chuckle fell from my lips. “I would’ve loved to see his face when your husband walked into his office. No offense, but you’re not nearly as scary as he is.”

  Cheyenne’s head tilted. “You think so?”

  “Overall,” I told her. “Women are less scary than men. For instance, I know that Sam has been taught quite a bit of tactic that’ll make a person talk. I know that he has the eyes of a killer. You, on the other hand? You’re just a pretty little thing that could probably shoot me, but that’s about it.”

  Cheyenne’s eyes went a little wild. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want you to think.”

  Before I could reply, Pru came walking out of Kelley’s office, her hands on her hips, and her eyes mutinous.

  She spared both her mother and me a short glance and then continued past us as if we were no more than a couple of people conversing in the hallway.

  Cheyenne met my eyes and then jerked her chin in Pru’s direction. “Remember what I said about her being smart. And trust me when I say, you hurt her, and I’ll be a hell of a lot worse than my husband.”

  With that, Pru’s mother walked away, going left where her daughter went right at the T in the hallway.

  The certainty in her eyes as she held mine made me think that maybe she was right. Maybe she was more dangerous than her husband…at least when it came to her girls.

  Groaning, knowing what I was about to do wasn’t going to be pretty, I followed Pru to the small staff room.

  She wasn’t in the main room, which meant that she was in the bathroom.

  Glancing around, I saw that in the time that I’d been waiting, my pizza that I’d ordered for her had not only arrived but was sitting on the counter with a yellow note stuck to it.

  Walking to the pizza, I read the note and nearly laughed.

  I paid for this, which is why I stole a piece. You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t take more. You’re welcome, bitch. —Phoebe.

  Mentally making a note to pay her back on my way out today, I tapped the box twice and walked to the bathroom door.

  I didn’t announce myself, and I didn’t stop to think that she was actually using the bathroom for what it was intended for.

  Instead, I pulled out my wallet and extracted a credit card. Moments later, I slipped it between the door and the lock and popped the door open like I did it every day.

  Which, when I was younger and dumber, I had. Quite a bit.

  Bayou and I used to have races to see who could get into the door fastest.

  I was always the winner.

  Pushing the door open, I immediately scanned the area, finding Pru standing next to the sink with her arms resting on the counter.

  She wasn’t crying—thank God—but she was looking mighty pissed off.

  “I’m fairly sure by locking the bathroom it meant that I wanted to be alone,” she snarled.

  I shoved the credit card back into place in my wallet, then shoved that into my pocket and closed the door behind me with my foot.

  Seconds later, I ensured it was locked once again behind us before walking up to Pru and throwing my arms around her.

  It took her a few seconds for her to realize that I wasn’t arguing with her, and then she started to struggle.

  “Get off me. I’m really pissed at you,” she roared.

  She had a right to be. I’d refused to leave. I’d undermined her authority. I’d been the reason she’d been reprimanded by not just Kelley, but her mother.

  I deserved her anger.

  Dropping my face into the crook of her neck, I didn’t even flinch when she pulled on my hair.

  “So pissed off that I don’t want you hugging me,” she lifted her shoulder, causing my head to bounce.

  My forehead hit her shoulder bone with a hard thunk, and I winced.

  She didn’t stop struggling, and soon she was so spitting mad that I was just holding her that I was forced to let her go or risk being junk punched and never having children.

  Backing away, I waited for the inevitable.

  When she launched herself at me, pounding on my chest with her little fucking fists, I caught her up and pressed her against the wall using my body.

  Her squirming and insults, as well as the way her hair started to fall out of the loose bun she had it in, had me grinning at how beautiful she looked—which, let me tell you, really set her off. Smiling when your girl was pissed and letting you know—not the smartest thing I’d ever done.

  Her eyes narrowed, and she bared her teeth at me.

  “What’s so fucking funny?” she poked me in the chest with both pointer fingers.

  I caught both of her hands in one and pinned them above her head. My other hand went to her ass and I squeezed.

  “What’s funny is you look goddamn beautiful when you’re pissed,” I told her honestly. “And you’re making me hard.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, trying to yank her hands free. “Well you’re pissing me off, and I want you to leave.”

  “No, you don’t,” I countered.

  Her eyes lit with even more anger. “Yes. I. Do.”

  That’s when I started getting pissed.

  “You don’t,” I growled.

  “I do.”

  “Do you?” I asked. “Do you really want me to leave? Or are you pissed that your pride got hurt, and you’re taking it out on me? Because, from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re throwing a fit. Put yourself into my shoes. What would you have done?”

  “I would’ve followed the nurses’ and doctors’ orders because I know exactly how important it is to have control in an ER trauma room where a patient is fighting for her life!” she argued.

  Okay, she had a point…

  I shook my head. “If you honestly think that I could’ve kept Wade out of that room, you’re delusional. I know within a shadow of a doubt what he would’ve done, and that’s why I fought for him to stay. He wasn’t thinking right, and all he needed to do was sit there and feel like he was helping. He wasn’t in the way. He wasn’t hurting anything.”

  “But you were.” She yanked one hand free and pushed, trying to put some distance between us. “And you caused me to be written up! Do you know what that does? That takes away my Christmas bonus that I use to pay for Christmas presents!”

  Now that I did feel bad about. But I’d make it up to her.

  I’d buy every goddamn Christmas present she needed this year and then some. Not that she’d want to let me, but I’d find a way to make it okay.

  And, done with the conversation, knowing we weren’t going to get anywhere right then with both of us so pissed off, I slammed my mouth down onto hers.

  She brought her hand up to my hair and yanked, trying to get me away from her.

  It didn’t w
ork.

  The pain only bolstered my efforts.

  I kissed her like I was leaving tomorrow—gave her mouth exactly what I’d wanted to give it since the first day I’d met her.

  Our tongues touched, our breathing hitched, and her hand stopped yanking me away, and started pulling me closer.

  Her other hand stopped tugging to get free, and curled around my fingers, letting me know that I wasn’t the only one affected by our kiss.

  Her heart was pounding against my chest, and her legs tightened around my waist.

  The moment that it did, I pressed my erection into her, grinding against her.

  The scrubs she was wearing made it feel like nothing was between us, and I lost control.

  I dropped her to her feet, then started stripping her from the waist down. Long seconds later, she was naked and confused, and I was hastily unzipping my own pants. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock, and the lick she gave her lips felt like she’d taken me straight down her throat.

  Not able to stand another second, I picked her up like I’d had her before, and positioned my cock at her entrance.

  Pausing only long enough to get her nod of approval, I thrust so hard inside that we both cried out.

  She felt so perfect. Hot, smooth, silky and wet. Everything that I’d ever dreamed that she’d be.

  This was the place where I wanted to be for the rest of my life—right there, in her arms, between her legs, cock filling her so full that we both found it hard to breathe.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, a tremor going through her body.

  I pulled out minutely, then rocked back inside, my balls slapping against the crack of her ass as I did.

  “Shit,” she breathed. “So good.”

  I was too lost in the sensation of what she felt like surrounding me to respond. Instead, I thrust into her like a mad man, filling her over and over again like she was mine to fill.

  “God, you’re so big,” she whispered. “I feel like you’re about to rip me apart.”

  Those words, coming out of her mouth, sent a rush of excitement through my veins.

  Every man wanted to hear that he was big. To hear that he was big while taking the woman he’s fantasized about taking for so long it felt like his balls were about to explode? Well, let’s just say my balls weren’t in a good state.

  It wouldn’t take long, and the control I barely held onto vanished right along with the rest of my brain.

  We shouldn’t be doing this where we were. We shouldn’t be doing it without protection. We shouldn’t be seconds away from making a mistake that no adult should ever make.

  Yet, I didn’t pull out and insist that we put on a condom—because about two thrusts in I realized rather quickly that her pussy shouldn’t feel that good.

  I also didn’t tell her that I was inside of her bare.

  The thought of her filled with my seed—so much so that it was leaking out—made me want to scream out in triumph. Like a freakin’ Viking that was taking what he wanted without little thought or care to how it would affect him or the woman he was fucking in the long run.

  “Oh, God. I want to come,” she whispered, her hand reaching out for purchase. She found my hair at the base of my neck and yanked me forward. “Suck on me.”

  I’d like nothing more, I thought as I moved my mouth to her neck and lightly drew a circle on her skin with my tongue.

  She clenched around me, so hard that I nearly stopped, and moaned. “God, yes.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was the zone that I was touching or the fact that my mouth was on her, so I started to experiment.

  I sucked, licked, nipped, and bit everything that I could reach.

  Turns out, she liked all of it.

  The more that I used my mouth, the harder that she clenched and writhed until suddenly, I felt her start to tighten around me much more different than she’d previously been doing.

  Then she was coming, her pussy contracting and relaxing around me.

  That’s when I realized that I had to give her some choice in the matter. I didn’t want her to think that I’d done it on purpose.

  I slowed, my eyes going to her, and started to pull out.

  It was the hardest thing that I’d ever done, but I did it.

  Until she slammed me back inside by using her feet on my ass and said, “Come inside me. God, I need it.”

  Well, in that case…

  I slammed home, felt my abs contract with a ferocity that was just as surprising as my need, and came.

  I came hard, my vision dimming and my heart rate accelerating to the point of worry.

  “God, yes,” she breathed, feeling the spurts of come leaving my body and entering her.

  My thrusts became slick with our combined juices, and still, I didn’t stop thrusting.

  Sure, they’d turned lazy and slow, but it felt way too goddamn good to stop.

  At least until I heard an amused voice call out through the bathroom door, reminding me exactly where I was and what I shouldn’t be doing to the woman currently wrapped around me in all ways.

  “I’m taking another slice of pizza for having to listen to that!” Phoebe called out. “And y’all are sick. Disgusting. I hope you used protection.”

  I looked down at my bare cock that was still firmly planted in her pussy.

  The sight had my cock flexing.

  I couldn’t stop myself from moving, just a little bit.

  Her tiny gasp had my gaze going back to her face.

  Her eyes were glazed, and she looked like she was trying super hard not to make any sounds.

  I grinned and pulled all the way out until just my cock head rested at her entrance and thrust hard back inside.

  “She can have the whole fucking pizza,” Pru whispered. “I’ll use my break devouring you.”

  Chapter 10

  There are times when you just need a goddamn cookie.

  -Pru to Hoax

  Pru

  Despite the awesome sex that I’d had with Hoax, my day hadn’t gotten better.

  Sure, I had a delicious soreness between my legs that was a wonderful reminder that not everything sucked today, but that still wasn’t enough to fix my day.

  Three other awful accidents had come in, and a child had been taken out of my exam room by Aunt Shiloh—who worked for child protective services—because of bruising that was way too precise to be anything accidental.

  Needless to say, after talking with Kelley, then the cops for not just Hoax’s friend but also the abuse that I’d witnessed, paired with the fact that my mother glared at me at every turn, I was not in a good mood.

  Not even a little bit.

  That, and my head hurt.

  Then again, I lived with a headache about ninety percent of the time.

  Honestly, at this point, it was more rare not to wake up with a headache than it was to wake up with one.

  My phone vibrated as I was leaving work, and I was thankful it was on silent.

  After the day that I’d had, I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not even the man responsible for not only making my day shit but also making it beautiful.

  The last thing on Earth I wanted to deal with, however, was Kelley as I was leaving.

  I swear he waited just so he could walk with me out to our cars.

  It was weird, because I had a feeling that Kelley wouldn’t park so far out had I not parked so far out.

  In fact, I was about eighty percent certain that he had a parking spot in the gated part of the lot where the doctors were allowed to park.

  It didn’t make sense for him to park out there unless there was a reason for him to park out there—IE me.

  Spotting him lingering by the front crosswalk pretending to talk to a nurse but periodically glancing over the nurse’s shoulders to the door where I normally came out, I winced.

  “Want to go the back way?”

  I looked up to find Mr. M, the security
guard and my savior, standing behind his desk with a raised bushy brow.

  “I’d kill for you to take me the back way,” I breathed.

  It wasn’t really a back way. It was only a different exit and the use of the golf cart that he parked out by the south entrance where the ambulances parked to unload. I’d have to see Kelley as we passed, but I’d be on the golf cart going fast.

  Mr. M never slowed down, and with the plastic around the cart that shielded him from the rain, we both acted like we couldn’t hear Kelley when he called out for a ride.

  “Bad day?” Mr. M asked.

  I nodded. “Really bad day. My head’s pounding more than usual, too.”

  “Stress’ll do that to you,” he surmised. “My girl used to put lemon juice on her forehead and let it dry. I’m not sure if it worked, but she did it every time she got one.”

  I smiled. “Sometimes the simplest of things are what works best for me. Lord knows all the other remedies I’ve tried haven’t.”

  Mr. M was more than used to me telling him about my headaches. He was also more than used to taking me to my car, because he knew exactly where I parked and he didn’t stop or waiver in his quest to get me to it.

  The moment we arrived, I leaned over and placed a kiss on his wrinkly cheek.

  “Have a good night, Mr. M,” I said softly. “You’re the best.”

  He winked at me as I pushed through the plastic, and waited patiently as I got into my car.

  I started it up and didn’t even appreciate the throaty purr of the engine. Instead, I was too busy trying not to cry as the vibration of the engine rocked me uncomfortably.

  Waving one last time to Mr. M as he waited for me to back out, I did and pulled out down the street.

  I didn’t stop at my usual salad joint that served great grilled chicken salads. Neither did I stop at the gas station for the gas that I promised myself that I would get this morning when I got off of work.

  Instead, I drove straight home and was thankful that Hoax’s bike wasn’t at Bayou’s place.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him, it was that I just didn’t want to deal with anything or anyone right then.

  I wanted to take a shower, and then lay down in bed and forget the day—well, most of it.