Off Limits: A Bad Boy Romance

by Lauren Landish

  Kade licked his lips and swallowed a lump in his throat, then shook his head again. “Fuck it, might as well say it. Someday, Alix Nova, I’m going to marry you.”

  I grinned and finished pulling my t-shirt off, leaving me in just my bra. “If that’s a proposal, I accept. If not, then I’ll accept in the future, because damn right, I’m going to marry you too, somehow.”

  Our desires in the open, Kade grinned, leaning down and capturing my mouth in a searing, passionate kiss. We knew that getting married would probably be impossible, but we didn’t care. Like the old saying goes, it’s the thought that counts, right?

  Kade kissed his way down my neck to the edge of my bra, taking a moment to raise his head and look me in the eye. “Alix Nova, will you marry me?” he asked, grinning. “Even if it’s never filed with a court, even if we’re the only people who ever know, will you be my wife?”

  “Only if I can still be your Princess,” I said, running my hand through his dark hair. “And as long as I get something I can wear somewhere that I can use as a wedding ring.”

  “Deal,” Kade replied. He sat up and reached for the front clasp of my bra, and I was glad I’d chosen that particular set that day. One of the sets I’d gotten at Victoria’s Secret, the satiny cups fell easily to the side once Kade worked the catch, leaving me naked from the waist up in front of him. “I’m a lucky man.”

  Kade lowered his head, kissing me again while our hands entwined, fingers wrapping around each other. My breasts pressed against his chest, our nipples actually brushing against each other as we let our tongues explore. Despite kissing and making love nearly every night since going to Portland, I was in no way tired of feeling Kade’s lips on my skin.

  Working his way down my body, Kade found my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his sensitive lips teasing my already aroused skin to nearly diamond hardness. Sucking and licking, warm waves of arousal coursed through my body, my skin on fire from his caresses. Letting go of my hands, he reached down, pulling on the waistband of my shorts to pull them down my legs.

  “Kade . . . ” I moaned as his strong hands found my ass and massaged it, his lips still tasting and feasting on my breast. He lifted his head and growled lightly, hungry for more as he moved to my other nipple, my words cut off as his mouth sent more fireworks through me.

  Working my legs, I kicked my shorts off. I was already wet and ready for him, and I could feel Kade’s cock pressed against my thigh through his shorts. I wanted to suck him, to feel him, to have him plunge inside me.

  Instead, I was surprised when Kade stopped and sat up. “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head and smiled. “Nothing,” he replied, reaching down to his own shorts. Seeing I’d kicked off mine while still somehow leaving my shoes on, he chuckled. “Glad we both went with casual stretchy fabric today. But I had an idea.”

  “Oh? I live to try your ideas,” I replied, running my hands over his arms, tracing the light outline of the blood vessels underneath his skin. He was so fit I could see them lined against his biceps and his forearms, especially when he was aroused and his heart was beating fast. “What do you have in mind?”

  “You on top” he said, rolling off of me and getting onto his back. “I know I’m usually the one in the dominant position, but you can do whatever you want.”

  I looked at Kade, my heart swelling with emotion as he put himself in an ostensibly inferior position to me. His magnificent cock pointed straight in the air, and in his eyes I could see the worry he had, as he was giving up so much that made him secure. Smiling reassuringly at him, I rolled to my side and kissed his shoulder before reaching down and taking his cock in my hand. “Kade, I know why you want to be dominant,” I said, looking into his dark eyes. “And I understand it, too. I saw it when we would go to the gym. There’s a lot of anger and rage inside you, and you fight every day to control it. But with me, you don’t have to hold back.”

  I stroked him lightly, pumping his cock in my hand. Kade’s eyes glittered as my words sunk in. “I’m always going to accept you as who you are, and love you for who you are,” I continued. I felt a drop of slick, sweet precum dribble over my fingers and I smiled more, letting it lubricate my hand. “I’ll always be your sub. Even now, as I mount you, I do it because you want me to.”

  The reassuring words lessened the fear in his eyes, and he smiled at me. “You know me better than I know myself, I think,” he said before his eyes fluttered and he groaned lightly. “How?”

  “Because we’ve both been hurt in the past.”

  It was true, even if it was half-baked psychology. Kade’s need to dominate was predicated from his mother leaving him, while my submissiveness was from the way my father left me. Let the psychologists worry if we were twisted, I really didn’t care. What I knew was that Kade filled the hole in my soul, and I filled the hole in his. The rest didn’t matter.

  What did matter was the thick, pulsing cock in my left hand and the man next to me, and the ache of need inside me. I worked my way down until Kade’s cock was just below my chin level, looking up at him. “You’ve never given me the opportunity to do this before,” I said, smiling. “And I understand why. If I do what I want to do like this, you aren’t in control. But you’re too noble and kind to do it the other way, which would have you forcing yourself into my mouth. So I’m going to use this chance to do something I’ve been wanting to do.”

  I reached out with my tongue, and starting with the bottom of Kade’s cock near where his balls met his shaft, licked him slowly, spreading my tongue out to bathe his cock. His skin was even smoother than I thought, silky soft wrapped around warm steel. When I got to the tip I narrowed my tongue and licked around his blunt, spongy cockhead before working my tongue over his slit. Kade groaned and threw his head back, a thick moan coming from deep in his throat. “You like?”

  “Hell yes,” Kade half moaned, half whispered.

  I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked, sliding down his long shaft until I could take no more. The feeling of him in my mouth made me even wetter, and I reached between my legs with my free hand to rub myself while I sucked him up and down. Kade’s cock continued to ooze delicious, sweet precum that I licked from him like it was honeyed syrup, relishing each taste.

  I slipped a finger inside my wet folds, timing it with the bobbing of my head so that each slow suck and withdraw was mirrored by my finger. I was depending on Kade’s control, knowing that he wouldn’t want to come until he could be inside me. Keeping my lips and mouth wrapped around my man’s wonderful cock, I looked up at him, watching him closely to make sure he was still enjoying himself.

  “I love you, Alix,” Kade whispered, brushing my hair out of my face so he could watch his cock disappear into my mouth before I pulled it out again, my tongue playing with the sensitive spot just underneath the head where it was super pleasurable for him. When that started to be too much, I crawled up higher, until his cock was just below me.

  “I love you too, Kade,” I said, sinking down onto his cock. It was so different and yet so familiar at the same time. I mean, I’d had Kade inside me so much over the past three weeks, but this time I was in total control, Kade keeping himself totally still as I sank slowly down onto his cock. It was powerful and humbling at the same time, knowing that I was in control but that I needed this man, and yes, his cock more than I needed food or air.

  Rising up, I paused again at the top, keeping just the head of his cock inside me. I leaned over, letting my breasts dangle into his face as I sank down again, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Bracing myself on my hands, I lifted up and down, riding Kade’s wonderful cock and losing myself in the pleasure.

  I looked down at Kade’s handsome face, so controlled and still so passionate as I slid up and down, filling my body over and over, feasting on the pleasure it gave me. Energy coursed from him through my body, my heart speeding up as I plunged myself over and over onto him, taking what I wanted from this wonderful
man.

  As I did, I looked at Kade, and I realized what I really wanted. Laying fully on top of him, I felt him wrap his arms around my back and hold me tight, his cock still deep inside me. I rolled to the side, Kade staying with me until I was on my back, Kade fully on top of me. Grinning, I kissed him hotly and laid my head back. “This is what I want.”

  Kade smiled and kissed me again, sitting back and moving his hips. Pushing my legs back, he soon had my ankles next to my ears (thank God for yoga!) and was hammering into me, both of us gasping. I felt my orgasm building within me, but I held it back, wanting to feel him inside just a little longer.

  Kade thrust in and out of me, his hips slapping hard against my ass, and the entire world shrank down to a tight little ball of just the two of us. My hands clawed at his back, digging into the hard muscles as I lost my control, giving myself over to the lustful animal inside me. “Fuck me, Kade,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”

  Kade’s eyes crinkled in delight as I begged him to take me, to give me everything he had, and he responded with more power and speed than I’d ever felt before. His cock pounded into me with nearly bruising force, filling me over and over again with his powerful strokes. I tossed my head back and cried out, my body clenching around him and my legs wrapping around his back to pull him in deeper. Kade wouldn’t be denied though, his hips thrusting over and over until I could hold back no longer. Screaming, my body exploded in a powerful orgasm, the rush leaving nothing but the sound of blood rushing in my ears as Kade thrust a half dozen more times before emptying himself into me, his own groan mixing into a guttural roar of satisfaction.

  We laid there for a minute before I heard the clock in my kitchen chime the hour, and I rolled to the side, groaning. “Damn, I want to stay here longer, but we need to get cleaned up and dressed. Karla’s going to be here in just a few minutes.”

  Kade nodded and rolled off. “You know, Alix, I was serious. I want you to be my wife.”

  “Oh, that’s just fucking perfect,” a chilling voice said from the entryway. Kade and I both jerked our heads up to see Sydney Hale standing there, a miniature camcorder in his hand and a wicked grin on his face. “Seriously, that is just fucking perfect.”

  CHAPTER 22

  KADE

  Sydney’s nose was still aligned, although from the cut on one side I thought I’d broken it and it had been treated by a doctor at some point. That wasn’t what I was particularly worried about as most of my attention was taken up with the small camcorder in his right hand.

  “Holy shit, I mean, I came over hoping to get something out of Alix, but this is even more than I could have hoped,” he practically crowed, backing toward the entryway. I rolled to my knees, but before I could move, Sydney shook his head, his hand in the left pocket of the light jacket he was wearing. “Don’t even think about it, loving brother. You take one step and Alix gets hurt.”

  I sagged back, knowing that with the way Alix was positioned in between Sydney and me, if he was armed, there was no way I could get in between. Seeing my temporary acquiescence, Sydney’s grin grew wider. “That’s better. Come now, let’s talk like reasonable adults.”

  “What the hell do you want, Sydney?” Alix asked, reaching for her t-shirt. She covered herself up before pulling it on, not wanting this slime of a human to see her naked again.

  “Oh, I came over to see if you had my money,” he said, “but when you two were so wrapped up in your little tryst, I just had to enjoy it too. Thankfully I keep this little camera on me all the time, fits so easily in my pocket. Works great for taping cops who pull me over, just getting inspiration for a photo shoot . . . and getting interesting film sometimes too.”

  “Fuck you, Hale,” I said, scooting forward enough that Alix was now behind me. I turned to Alix, placing my body further between us, supposedly to help her with her shirt, but just making sure she was behind me. “So what the fuck do you want now?”

  “Simple . . . twenty thousand a week,” Sydney said, grinning. “If not, this joins Alix’s previous performance on the web. Hell, I bet I could get Vivid to give me a good half million for this.”

  “You’re fucking slime, Sydney,” Alix spat, her voice near breaking. “You’re an abusive, manipulating, scum of a man. I can’t believe I thought I loved you.”

  “Thought? Baby, you were so head over heels for me you thought I shit rainbows and pissed gold,” Sydney laughed back. He took his camera and put it in his pocket, while at the same time taking his left hand out of his pocket and crossing his arms across his chest. It was a mistake I hoped to make him pay for. “Stupid bitch didn’t even realize how long I was slaying pussy behind your back.”

  “Don’t say a goddamn thing about Alix,” I growled, turning back to Syd. In doing so, I pulled my left leg up underneath me while still sitting back. I hoped I could use it to my advantage, especially as Sydney didn’t have his hands in his pockets any longer. “She’s a better person that you could be in ten lifetimes.”

  He laughed, then grew serious. “You can be lovesick all you two want, I don’t fucking care. What I do care about is the money. Now, are you paying, or do I walk out of here and upload this in my car?”

  “How about I just shove that camera up your ass then smash your fucking face in?” I asked. I could feel the demon inside me clawing, forcing its way out, the edges of my vision going red. I was going into battle rage, something I hadn’t felt against another person since that last boxing match two years prior. It was honestly a welcome feeling.

  Sydney chuckled and turned away, waving with his left hand over his shoulder. “Whatever. See you on the Internet, fuckers. Have a nice life.”

  I was up in an instant, surging toward Sydney, only too late realizing he’d been baiting me. His right hand, which I hadn’t seen clearly since he took it out of his pocket, flashed forward, and a sharp pain pierced my stomach even as I slammed into him, shoving him down the hallway. I took another step before realizing I couldn’t breathe, and the pain drove me to my knees, my hands going to just below my sternum.

  Sydney watched me, the small knife in his hand stained red with my blood, grinning as he climbed to his feet. “That’s what you get for breaking my nose, asshole,” he said. I struggled to get to my feet as he came toward me again, but stumbled, the red in my vision turning gray as my life’s blood dripped onto the carpet and the oxygen left my body. “Now you get to watch as I take what I deserve out of your precious love as well.”

  But Alix wasn’t on the carpet any longer, having jumped to her feet while Sydney was focused on me. When he turned, she had a baseball bat in her hand, swinging it hard enough to leave a divot in the wall. She was angry, wild, and Sydney could see she wouldn’t be the timid girl he’d slapped around so easily just a couple of months prior. He shook his head and left, running out the door while I collapsed face-first onto the tile, the world fading.

  * * *

  The next thing I was aware of was a very, very bright light. At first I thought that perhaps all the New Age shows I’d ever watched on cable were correct, and that you were supposed to go into the light when you died. However, the next thing I knew, I could hear the beeping sound of a heart monitor, and then the hiss and thump of a ventilator.

  I squinted and blinked, trying to gather my senses. I was in a hospital, that was for certain, although I couldn’t tell much more. Looking to my side, I saw a nurse checking my vitals on the heart monitor before looking down at me. “You’re intubated, so you can’t speak right now, Mr. Prescott,” she said, professional to the utmost. “You lost a lot of blood, and you’ve been out of surgery a few hours.”

  I nodded, feeling the constricting harshness in my throat, and pointed to the pen on the sleeve of her surgical top. Understanding what I wanted, she handed it to me along with a pad of paper. Family?

  “They’re outside, you’re still technically in the recovery room,” she said. “I’ll get the doctor to give you a check out, and see if we can move you to your room. They
’ll be able to meet you there.”

  Tube out?

  “That’s up to the doctor. He had to repair a puncture to your diaphragm, so you’re not going to be breathing well for quite a while. But if he thinks you’re doing well, maybe he can move you to a normal respirator soon enough.”

  She turned to go and I reached out, causing her to stop. “Yes, Mr. Prescott?”

  Police?

  “I don’t know anything about that, Mr. Prescott. I know you were brought in by ambulance, and there were some officers talking to the blonde girl who was with you. That’s all.”

  I nodded and laid my head back, already exhausted with the little effort it took to write. Maybe it was an aftereffect of the anesthesia or my punctured diaphragm. In any case, I laid my head back and waited for the doctor, my eyes slipping closed as I rested.

  I came to again in a hospital room, Alix sitting in the chair next to my bed, holding my hand. The tube was out, but I was wearing one of those masks that go over your entire mouth and nose. I squeezed her fingers weakly, smiling at her tired face.

  “Alix,” I whispered, unheard to her through my mask. I tugged the mask down enough to say the most important words on my mind. “You’re safe.”

  She blinked and nodded, her tear-streaked face puffy from crying. “You need to put your mask back on,” she said, helping me reseat the mask. “The doctors told me that was very important.”

  I looked around for a pen and paper, miming writing. Alix nodded and reached behind my head, grabbing a small white board and pen. “The doctor said you might find this easier and less messy,” she said, handing it to me. “Go ahead.”

  Dad and Mom?

  “I told them you were injured, but that they needed to go ahead with the press conference. Tell the press that we were in an accident or something. They don’t know how bad it was. So they delayed it some, but it’s still going to be live on the ten o’clock news. It’s nearly ten now.”