Bad Boy's Toy: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Nicole Fox

  “Cum for me, Danny,” she moaned, “fill me up. I want your baby.”

  His whole body stiffened, and he gave it to her. White light overtook his body and mind, cleansing away everything else as they melded together, pressed together against the hotel wall. He slowed as he filled her with his seed, pumping in and out of her sweet pussy.

  They kissed one last time as he pulled out of her and gingerly dropped Sara to her feet.

  He pulled his pants up from around his ass, but didn't even bother buckling up. He just walked over to the single queen-sized bed and began to strip. He tossed his shirt on the TV stand, and his jeans on the floor.

  “Already?” Sara asked as he pulled off his boxers and crawled into bed naked.

  “This all has just been too fucking much,” Danny said.

  “Tomorrow will be better,” she assured him.

  “How can you be so sure?” was what he meant to ask. But it was too late. He was already asleep.

  # # #

  Sara

  Sara looked down at him, already passed out in bed. She could feel him slowly leaking out of her.

  She knew she should have regrets about this, about what she was doing. But, goddamn, that had been amazing. And, besides, he wasn't all hardass. He cared about his brother, didn't he?

  She turned off the lights, stripped off her t-shirt, threw back the covers on the bed, and crawled in next to him. She didn't know how he'd react if she cuddled up against his body, so she stayed where she was, curled up, facing away from him.

  She drifted off to sleep.

  What seemed like hours later, she awoke to his hands on her body, pulling her to him. She let herself be dragged along, and his cock slid down along the crack of her ass as he grasped her body up against his.

  She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast. He tweaked her nipple, producing a moan from her, and grasped her tightly.

  She pushed back along his cock, loving the erotic feel of his thickness as it slid between her cheeks. He was definitely ready for round two, that was for sure. Wanting to make sure she was, too, she trailed her hand down her flat stomach, stopping between her legs to rub her clit.

  His lips found her neck and shoulder, and his other hand found her hair. He pulled her neck farther aside, attacking her with his mouth and tongue.

  She ground herself on the hardness of his full length as his lips moved to her earlobe. She reached up to touch his hand gripping her hair as she found his cock with the one that had just been between her legs. She wrapped her hand around his thickness, stroking him, rubbing her thumb around his fat, excited head.

  He groaned in her ear, pinched her nipple harder, and bit her lightly. “That feels amazing,” he moaned as he gently used her hair to pull her head farther back.

  She smiled to herself, happy she could pleasure him the same way he did her. She redirected his cock to her moist opening, knowing he'd know full well what to do with it. Danny moved his hand from her nipple after one last pinch and slipped it down between her legs. He found her clit as he slid into her from behind.

  She pushed back onto his cock, sucking in a sharp breath as pleasure bloomed in her lower half. So full, so ripe, so wonderful was the feeling. She lost her sense of the world around her as she reached behind her, running her hand through his hair and over his neck.

  He slid slowly into her from behind, clearly relishing the way her pussy clung to his cock, the way her lips engulfed him.

  “Fuck me, Danny,” Sara purred as her eyes rolled back in her head. “I want to cum all over you.”

  Every stroke rubbed her the right way. In this position, on their sides, he reached a few new spots she never knew existed. A fire burned deep inside her as his cock slid in and out and his two fingers rubbed and teased her sensitive clit, creating a conflagration that spread through her whole, deliciously used body.

  Once again, as she was coming on his length of pure sex, she marveled at how she'd never had a man make her feel so wonderful, so well-fucked and full of pleasure.

  As she shook on his cock, coming again, he moved his hand from her pussy to her hips, gripping her hard. He pulled her back onto him, fucking her hard and fast, grunting and moaning as his balls slapped against her.

  She felt him cumming deep inside her, filling her insides, trying to impregnate her. She didn't care about the money just then, or about the child that was to come from this. Sara just wanted this moment, this feeling of complete fullness and passion, to never end.

  But, soon, it did. Danny slowed to a stop, his breathing heavy. They stayed like that, exhausted, with his wet cock still pressed against her body.

  Nothing in the world made sense to Sara or Danny, not even after their second time that night.

  But, at least, they were both there to give each other some measure of comfort. Even if it was fleeting.

  Chapter Eleven

  Danny

  The next day, Danny stood in Jed's old room, looking at the posters that Mom and Pops had left up when he'd moved away. All of his brother's childhood was contained in these four walls. Old toys, old clothes. They hadn't thrown anything away.

  Thoughts of Sara's warm body pushed against his, thoughts of how she'd felt as they clung together in the hotel bed, swam through his brain. He couldn't keep his mind off her, off the way she smelled, the way she tasted. This whole infatuation was a mind-fuck to him, especially when he knew he needed to stay focused on the immediate problems at hand. Jed, and the Free Jackals who had gotten him hooked on drugs for whatever reason, needed to be dealt with.

  But, every time he spent more than five minutes trying to sort those problems out, Sara's naked body seemed to appear and throw off his whole train of thought, derail him till he could barely think straight.

  “Thorn called,” his mom said from the open bedroom door. “Said you'd found something about Jed, but you wanted to be the one to tell me.”

  Danny didn't turn around. He didn't think he could. As much as the thought of his brother as a junkie made him sick, the thought of how his mother was going to react was even worse. But, like Thorn had said, she deserved to know. She was Jed's mom, after all.

  “So, you gonna spit it out?” Cathey asked. “Or do I need to call Thorn back and tell him you're scared?”

  “You better sit down, Mom,” Danny said with a sigh. He turned and sat down on the little twin-sized bed that Jed had slept in all through high school.

  “How bad is it?” she asked as he patted a spot on the bed beside him.

  “Well, it's not good, that's for sure.”

  She harrumphed and came over to take the offered spot next to him. “Spit it out, Danny. Ain't got all night.”

  “Your stories coming on, or something?” Danny jibed.

  “Quit changing the subject, hon. Just tell me what's going on.”

  “Okay,” Danny said, taking a deep breath. He figured he should start from the beginning. When, not if, they brought Jed home, she'd find out anyways. It was better to be up front and help her deal with it. “Jed got caught up with some bad folks, mom.”

  “He always did run with a shit crowd. Aside from you boys, of course.”

  Jed smiled a little. “Yeah, he did, didn't he?”

  “First those friends of his. Then that Brittney girl that he ran off with,” she said, pausing for a moment to pat his hand. “But, you go on.”

  “Right. Jed, he got into some bad stuff,” he said before pausing to lick his lips. “Heroin, I think.”

  Cathey sucked in a sharp breath, her shoulders slumping. “Goddamn that boy.”

  “Thorn and I, though, we got a plan, alright?”

  “Do you think it'll work?”

  He nodded. “I think so. But, it's going to take us all to get him clean again. It's not exactly cut and dry.”

  “I know, honey. I've seen it. Dammit, I thought making him watch that Leonardo DiCaprio film would have scared him straight. What was it called?”

  “The Basketball Diaries?”<
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  “Yeah, that one.”

  Suddenly, the realness of this, the despair in the whole situation settled on him. But, he had to be strong. That was what men were: strong. They don't back down, and they don't let anyone fuck with them, or theirs.

  “Well, what can you do?” he asked as he put an arm around her fragile shoulders and squeezed her tight as he dared. “It was his choice, Mom.”

  “I know, hon,” she said, defeat flooding her voice. “If things had been different, you know?” She reached up and idly wiped a tear from her eye.

  He squeezed her upper arm. “It'll be okay. You'll see. He just needs us, and needs the MC. We'll get him out of it.”

  She patted his hand. “I know, hon. I know. But, it's just nerve-wracking knowing my baby is out there on the streets.”

  He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. He realized then that he hadn't been this close to her in months, not since Pops had died.

  “Let's change the subject,” Cathey said, a wicked smile creeping into her voice.

  “Uh . . .”

  “How's that new girl of yours? Sara?” she asked, knowing it would make him squirm.

  “How did you . . .?”

  “Who do you think?”

  He gritted his teeth. “Thorn.”

  “Bingo.”

  “She's not my girl,” he said. “She's just, well, it's complicated.”

  “Complicated, how?”

  “I really don't want to talk about it, Mom. Really.”

  “Well, you won't talk to Thorn about it, either. So that just leaves me, your poor old mother.”

  He sighed. He didn't want to lie to her. But, he also didn't want her to know the whole truth. Finding out your oldest son was paying a woman to fuck him and have his child wasn't exactly a great followup to finding out your youngest son was a junkie living on the streets.

  “Fine,” he said, knowing he wouldn't be able to put her off. “She and I are trying to have a baby together.”

  “What?” his mom gasped and pulled away to look him in the eye. “You hardly even know this woman.”

  “I know, Mom,” he said. “I just, well, it's what we've decided to do.”

  “Oh, honey. Is this so you can get into the trust? I don't want you doing this if that's the reason.”

  Was the money the reason? He mentally shook his head. Of course it was the reason. Sure, the sex was great. But, his thoughts on Sara hadn't changed, even as she'd helped him find Jed. He still wanted his freedom. He still wanted the Fallen Knight Motorcycle Club to be his primary focus. They were his family, his brothers. They were his focus in life.

  His mother peered into his eyes. “Yeah,” she drawled, “I've seen that look.”

  “What look?”

  His mom patted his hand again. “Just be careful, hon. Okay?”

  He shook his head as she got up from Jed's old bed and went to leave. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “What is what supposed to mean, hon?” she asked, smiling that little smile of hers as she turned back to him. It was the mischievous “I know something you don't know” smile.

  Danny grumbled and shook his head. “Nothing. Never mind. Just, I'll let you know about everything, about Jed and how it plays out. Okay? You go get some rest. I'll let myself out.”

  Cathey nodded again and left him alone in Jed's room.

  She'd taken it better than he'd thought she would. At the very least, he hadn't had to call an ambulance for her because of a stroke or cardiac arrest.

  Danny groaned to himself. What had his mom meant by those last few comments? What did she see that he couldn't?

  Chapter Twelve

  Sara

  Sara hadn't seen Danny in a couple days, not since he'd dropped her off at her place the morning after their night in the hotel room. She still thought about him, his hard muscles, the way he'd pinned her against the wall. But, especially the way they'd clung to each other that night in bed.

  It had felt so sure, so certain.

  While she hunted for work, he was busy figuring out what to do about Jed. But, that unfortunately meant that they couldn't spend any more time trying to fulfill their little “contract.” And, if that didn't come through, she still didn't have a plan. In the meantime, she needed money to keep herself afloat.

  She'd stopped by the workplace of her old friend, Penny. Maybe she had some ideas of what she could do while she tried to get knocked up. They stood in the small break room together, talking over a cup of badly burnt office coffee.

  “Nothing?” Sara asked. “No temp work? Admin? Coffee runs, even?”

  Penny blinked behind her big, round glasses. “Nothing, sweetie,” she said, shaking her head. “Besides, I thought you said your money problems were sorted out, didn't you?”

  If only that were the case. Sara sighed and gripped her foam coffee cup tighter. “It will be, but not for maybe another month or two.”

  “What kind of gig are you doing, anyways?”

  She sighed again. She hadn't really explained to Penny her arrangement with Danny. At first, she'd been embarrassed at how desperate she seemed. Now, she realized she didn't want her friend to shoot down the idea, or try to convince her to break it off. Not only did she need the money, she also didn't want to stop seeing Danny. Maybe what they had wasn't special, or like a Disney film, but the sex was still amazing.

  “You're going to hate it,” Sara said.

  “I've heard it all, sweetie. Try me.”

  Sara bit the bullet and briefly outlined the plan and recent events to her. She left out her trip to Quentin's place, or their tracking down Jed. She didn't want her friend to think she was getting wrapped up in all that stuff she'd finally escaped.

  Penny's eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open as Sara explained the situation for her. “You what?” she hissed in a voice low enough that no one in the office could hear. “I thought you wanted something better from your life, Sara? And now you're hanging out with some biker dude? What the fuck are you thinking?”

  “It's not like that,” Sara said, distraught. Penny never swore. “I think this is good for me. Maybe I need the stability in my life.”

  “Then find a boyfriend, or a husband. Or get a fucking cat, like Mr. Wiggles!”

  “See? This is why I didn't tell you,” she quietly-as-possible hissed back, not wanting to make a scene at her friend's work anymore than Penny did. “I knew you were just going to overreact!”

  “Overreact?” Penny said, taking a step closer. “You're letting some random biker knock you up for money, Sara. How the hell am I supposed to react? Do you want me throw you a party with a cake that reads 'Hope It's a Boy! And That You Didn't Get Hep-C?'”

  “That's uncalled for. Danny's clean.” Sara gritted her teeth and set her styrofoam coffee cup on the counter. She looked her friend dead in the eyes. “And you're supposed to react like a friend.”

  “I am acting like a friend. You, though, are acting like a horny fucking teenager. You're thinking between your legs, and not between your ears.”

  Of all the people she had left in her life, Penny was her best friend. The person she'd unburdened herself to when her father had gone to prison. The person she'd turned to for support when her mother had left the state with her new, drug-addled husband. Now, with Penny's reaction to her decision, she couldn't be sure anymore. Sara just shook her head. “Look, I've gotta go. I'll talk to you soon.”

  “Uh . . . oh . . . okay?”

  Sara tossed her half-full coffee cup in the trash and walked quickly out of the break room.

  “Sara!” Penny called from behind her. “Wait!”

  But, she was determined. With her head held high, she headed out the front entrance of the store front office and back out onto the sidewalk.

  She spotted her little hatchback where she'd left it earlier and climbed in. She gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands, wild thoughts filling her head. Well, that was one job hunt down. And maybe one fri
endship, too.

  Fuming, she pulled out into the street and slammed on the gas, sending her little car struggling and sputtering, as she headed home.

  # # #

  Something wasn't right about her apartment when she got inside. Certain things, like her phone charger and her stack of bills, seemed out of place.

  She walked through her small living room, a perplexed look on her face as she spotted out all the small details. A pillow on her couch had been moved. She was almost certain it had been on the other side when she'd left that morning. An empty glass she'd used for a quick drink of water wasn't in the sink anymore, it had been moved onto the counter.