Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection

by Lexy Timms

  “Do you know how much I want you, how long I’ve been trying to resist you?” he says, holding my gaze as he takes my glass out of my hand and sets it on the table.

  “I have an idea, but it’s not as long as I’ve been crushing on you,” I tease with a small smile.

  “I’m not a patient man,” he says, leaning into me as one hand caresses my neck and he pulls me in for a kiss. His other hand snakes around my waist and he pushes me back on the sofa.

  Oh my God, this is it. My heart starts racing in my chest.

  He moves on top of me, taking my lips in a passionate kiss. My lips immediately part for his searching tongue.

  Mmm, he’s a good kisser. Of course he is. He has me melting in minutes.

  “God, Sloane, you’re so damn sexy,” he says, pulling away and staring down at me.

  He pulls off me and stands, holding his hand out for me to take.

  I sit up and take his hand, and he leads me to his bedroom.

  We stop at the edge of his bed.

  “Turn around,” he commands softly and I do as he says.

  He draws the zipper down from the back of my dress and slides it off my shoulders. He lightly bites my shoulder, sending a shiver down my entire body.

  I turn around to face him, and his eyes cast down to my breast, spilling out of my lacey bra, I wore especially for him.

  “God, Sloane, you’re incredible. Lie down.”

  I pull back the comforter and climb into his bed.

  He stares down at me, as he undresses down to his briefs. His body is beautifully sculpted; I can’t wait to spread kisses over every inch of it.

  He covers me with the weight of his glorious body.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he says, inches from my lips.

  I pull him to my lips, “No more talking,” I say.

  We start kissing, devouring each other. My hands run through his hair as his lips travel down my body.

  He slowly draws a nipple into his warm mouth, sucking lightly until his teeth graze my sensitive peak. I groan at the pleasurable sensation. I feel myself melting in my panties.

  Then he starts to descend soft petal soft kisses down my belly.

  My hips buck up involuntarily in anticipation.

  Once his lips settle on my most intimate and private place, I feel shy all of the sudden.

  I try to close my legs and pull away.

  “Ah, Ah, Ah,” Justin scolds, spreading my legs open with his strong hands.

  “Relax and enjoy,” he coaxes.

  He slides a finger inside me, then another.

  “You’re so tight and wet for me,” he says.

  I will myself to relax; you want this, Sloane, you know you want him. Don’t fight it I tell myself.

  He continues to flick his tongue along my slick fold, as his fingers work their magic.

  “You ready for me?” he asks softly, coming up to my face.

  I answer him with a hard, passionate kiss.

  He breaks away from our kiss, and reaches towards his nightstand drawer. I see him open the drawer and fumble with a box of condoms. He’s prepared, but there should be no surprise in that. Once he sheaths himself, I try to not think about all the other women who’ve come before me, no pun intended.

  He settles his hips between my thighs. I spread my legs wide, inviting him in. Then I pull my knees up and guide his rock hard shaft into me. My breath hitches as Justin presses forward and sinks slowly into me. I feel a slight burn, as my body adjusts and accommodates his girth.

  I try to relax and breathe out as I open my eyes and look up at Justin, the man of my dreams is gazing down upon me.

  “You okay?” he asks softly.

  “More than okay,” I whisper back, a dreamy quality to my voice.

  “God, Sloane, you feel incredible wrapped around me,” Justin murmurs into my ear, his warm breath tickling my heightened senses.

  “Justin,” I whisper, getting lost in our slow rhythm. It hurts and feels good at the same time. I feel so incredibly close to him.

  He continues thrusting slowly, in and out of me. His breathing is growing ragged as he kisses my temple, then travels down to my cheek before he takes my lips in a passion-filled kiss, never breaking the rhythm as he pounds the weight of his hips into me.

  “I’m not going to last much longer,” he growls, in a strained voice.

  Justin lets out a primal growl as he pumps into me a few last times, burying himself deep inside me, before I feel him pulse inside me.

  “Damn Sloane, you are heaven,” Justin grunts, coming down from our wave of ecstasy.

  Tonight I lost it, lost it to the boy/man I’ve been in love with for as long as I can remember. I hold him close, and bury my face into his chest; never wanting him to go. I wish I could freeze this moment forever.

  “Sloane, that was amazing. You’re amazing,” he says softly.

  A feeling of euphoria sweeps through my body and warms me. My wish, my hope of giving myself to someone I love has come true.

  He rolls off me and I snuggle up to him and lay my head on his warm chest, I can hear his heart is still racing. He wraps his arms around me and plants a tender kiss on my forehead.

  “Do you know how hard I had to fight wanting this, wanting you?” he murmurs.

  “Not as long as I’ve wanted you,” I reply.

  “Those nights at the house in Carmel, I longed to go into your room in the middle of the night and ravish you,” he admits.

  “What stopped you?” I tease.

  “The whole house was filled with my family, not to mention Kylie was sleeping in the bed next to you.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Justin

  The intimacy that settles between us catches me off guard tonight. I never feel with anything other than my cock usually, but with Sloane it’s different. She’s different, but in the best way imaginable. I pull her sinfully sexy warm body against me, and it feels amazing to finally have her in my arms and in my bed. I kiss her forehead and she murmurs into me; she almost purrs, like a satisfied kitten. My little sex kitten.

  I fought being her first, but I find that I love being her first. I never thought I would embrace that, but I find that I do.

  “I need some water, I’m thirsty,” she asks.

  “Let me get it for you,” I offer and walk to the kitchen buck-naked and grab a bottle from the fridge.

  Once I get back into the bedroom we go for round two.

  I’m propped up on top of Sloane, my hips settled between her legs. I’m primed and ready to enter her slick, warm channel.

  I gaze down at my beauty, her long hair splayed across my pillow, and I get even harder.

  She looks up at me, her soft hand caresses my cheek.

  Sex with Sloane is incredible, so intimate, and so special.

  I can’t remember it ever feeling this good.

  The closeness I feel when we are joined so intimately overwhelms me.

  She wraps her legs around me and I sink into her.

  “Ahh, you feel amazing wrapped around me so tight and wet, babe.”

  Her eyes are hooded with desire for me and how I make her feel inside.

  She let’s out a soft purr, and I know she’s come to enjoy our love making immensely.

  It’s written all over her face.

  What can I say?

  I’m good.

  I can melt any woman’s panties and have her dropping them for me in no time.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Justin

  Sloane and I’ve been dating exclusively for over a month now.

  I brought her over to my place tonight.

  I’m making my specialty, grilled steaks and my famous macaroni and cheese and it’s not from a box.

  I find myself wanting to do special things for her, take care of her, and pamper her. She is so unlike the string of girls I have been dating as of late. She’s sweet, caring and innocent, untouched. It’s refreshing for a change.

  I
like it.

  “Justin, you surprise me,” Sloane says. She’s perched on a stool in the kitchen, sipping her wine. She’s dressed super casual, with little make-up on. She’s a natural beauty, she doesn’t need any make-up to look gorgeous.

  “How so?”

  “I didn’t know you could cook?” She smiles.

  I love her smile.

  “There are only a few things I know how to cook.”

  I set the table, dim the lights and put on some mood music.

  “How is your dad doing?”

  “Okay, I guess. He told me he’s dating someone.”

  “Have you met her?”

  “No, and I don’t want to.”

  “How long has it been since your mom passed away?”

  “Almost a year. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. God, I miss her. She wanted my dad to wait one year before he started dating again.”

  “She told him that?”

  “Yes, it’s a respect thing. I don’t blame her.” Sloane’s eyes cast down and I reach for her hand to comfort her.

  “Not a day goes by when I don’t still hear her voice, or think about her.”

  “I know, it must be hard for you.”

  “She was my best friend.”

  “You look a lot like her.”

  “Yeah, that’s what people tell me. My mom was beautiful.”

  “And so are you, Sloane.”

  Sloane offers me a small smile.

  “Thank you, I hope I take after her. She was beautiful on the inside and out. She was so good to me, she spoiled me.”

  “You deserve to be spoiled. I find myself wanting to spoil you, wanting to take care of you.”

  “You do make me feel cared for, Justin. Underneath all of your cocky bravado lies a caring and sensitive man,” she replies, looking at me like I’m something special.

  “Don’t let it get out,” I tease.

  “Your macaroni and cheese is to die for,” she compliments.

  “Better than Kraft Macaroni and Cheese from a box?”

  “Way better, and this steak melts in your mouth, mmm.” Sloane closes her eyes and moans and it’s so sexy. My cock twitches at the sight of her.

  Having her here, in my condo, dining with me makes me want her here all of the time. She makes this place feel like a home. This scary, scary thought passes through my mind. I’ve never felt this way about any woman I’ve had over. Everything feels so easy with Sloane; I can be myself, there are no false pretenses. She seems to love me just the way I am. Heck, she’s known me since I was a hormone-filled teenager and she still loves me, for me. Not for the trappings I can provide her, or a lifestyle. She doesn’t seem to care about any of those materialistic things.

  I think losing her mother took a toll on her, but she’s learned what’s important in life; the love of friends and family.

  I know my Mom and Kylie have been there for her. My Mom treats her almost like a daughter, and so does my Dad.

  There’s something so genuine about Sloane. I can’t get enough of her, as hard as I try to deny it. I’m falling for her.

  “I’m stuffed. Everything was delicious.”

  “Glad you enjoyed it. Do you want to watch a movie? Go see what’s on Netflix, and I’ll clear the dishes.”

  “Can we watch a chick flick or do you want to watch the latest Bond film?” Sloane calls out to me from the living room.

  “My vote is for Bond.”

  “I figured as much.”

  We make it through the first half of the movie until Bond falls into bed with one of his many Bond girls and it gets me in the mood. I lean over and start kissing Sloane, my Bond girl.

  “You’re my Bond girl.”

  “Justin, you’re distracting me from the ‘good’ part,” she teases.

  “Let’s go into my room and make our own ‘good’ part happen,” I say with a wicked grin, standing up and offering her my hand.

  She lets out a sigh and looks up at me over her long lashes. She takes my hand without a word and lets me lead her to my bedroom of sin.

  I get her naked and on her back in no time.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Sloane

  I still can’t believe Justin and I are finally together, things between us have been going better than I ever dreamed.

  We’re together in every sense of the word. I’ve given him my special gift, and as of now I don’t regret it one bit.

  It’s like a dream come true for me; I need to pinch myself daily to remind me that all of this is true, is real.

  He’s an amazing lover, but then I knew he would be.

  Come on look at the guy, and he delivers in the bedroom.

  There is not better place in the world than in his arms, in his bed, with him loving me so completely.

  I’m in love with him, there’s not a single doubt in my mind.

  Now for Justin, in the back of my mind, I still wonder if I’m just a conquest thing.

  I won’t ever dare say I love him to his face. It would send him running, I know that much.

  Men like Justin doesn’t do love. He told me so from the beginning, but even with the warning, I couldn’t stop myself from falling into his arms and into his bed.

  I tried fighting it, but it was useless.

  I’ll take whatever time he gives me.

  He doesn’t do forever and I would be a first class fool to believe otherwise.

  But I can dream, I can fantasize that he’s the perfect boyfriend for now.

  I will enjoy every inch of him and all he has to offer me in and out of the bedroom.

  He treats me like a princess, and acts like he cares about me.

  At least I’m delusional enough to believe it.

  Tonight we’re staying in at Justin’s sleek high-rise condo in Downtown LA.

  I’ve grown to love just being here with him. He’s cooking dinner for me tonight.

  He surprised me; he’s so sweet, actually. Who would’ve ever imagined he’d be the type to cook dinner for a girl?

  He makes me feel special, like he genuinely cares about me. I didn’t expect all of this from a cocky arrogant guy like Justin. I’m learning, the more time I spend with him, that there’s a caring and sensitive side to Mr. God’s Gift to Women.

  He asks about my dad tonight, and my pain and grief come to the surface. I miss my mom terribly. I wish I could share with her my trial and tribulations with Justin. Share with her that I’m in love and we’re in a good place right now, Justin and I. But I suppose she can see us; I like to believe she’s still here with me in spirit.

  I hope she would approve. She would know whether Justin was good for me or not; mother’s always know those things. But I’ll have to go it alone, learn the hard way if Justin and I are good for each other and if we will last.

  It’s utter bliss being in his arms, letting him love me, giving myself to him feels so right because I love him.

  I still have these nagging doubts about whether or not he feels the way I do. But I never question him. I don’t want to push it, and I’m afraid it may send him running. I let him take the lead in this relationship.

  He’s never said those three words to me, and I’m fine with that, really I am. Taking it one day at a time.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, after he’s loved me completely and we both lie here completely satisfied.

  “It’s blissful being in your bed.” I’m willing to admit that much. He knows how I feel. I know he does.

  He just turns and kisses my forehead and his gestures make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. I love him. Does he feel it too?

  “I love having you in my bed.”

  He used the word love tonight.

  I’ll take it and drift off to dream land.

  He doesn’t say anything more and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  Saturday morning we wake up and I notice a text from Kylie.

  “I just got a text from your sister. She wants to know if I want to go to Club 2
1 with her and some friends tonight. What should I tell her?” I ask.

  Justin still wants to keep us a secret from his family. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. If he really were serious about me, he would want his family to know. I know this in my heart, but I try and deny it.

  He doesn’t answer me right away.

  “Do you want to go?” he asks.

  “Would you come with me?”

  Silence.

  “It’s alright if you don’t. But I’m in the mood to go dancing, it sounds like fun. I can just go, you don’t have to come.” I’m testing him, waiting to see what he says.

  “You go on then, I’m good with just staying home alone tonight. I don’t want to stop you from going out with your friends once in awhile.”

  My heart sinks with disappointment, but I try not to let it show. I wish we could go out as a couple, let the world know that we are indeed together. Not some dirty little secret. He’s obviously not ready to show the world that we’re together and maybe he never will be. It’ll probably be over soon, for all I know. He may be right.

  “Alright.”

  I start texting Kylie.

  “So, you’re going to go without me?”

  “Isn’t that what you just told me to do?”

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Justin

  So I let her go out with her friends tonight, my sister included.

  I give Scott a call, to see if he wants to be my wingman and spy on Sloane.

  I don’t know why I didn’t want to go with her. I’d never hear the end of it from Kylie, for one thing. She’d ride me about it. Then she would tell my parents and after what my dad said to me in Carmel, I knew I’d be in for a lecture from my old man.

  Scott and I show up at Club 21 and it’s packed tonight.

  “This place is always standing room only,” Scott says, once we get inside.

  “Yeah, I know. Let’s look around and see if we spot them,” I say.

  We go upstairs so we can look down on the dance floor. That’s probably where Sloane is, out there shaking her awesome ass.

  Some lovely ladies are giving Scott and I the eye from across the balcony.