The Bad Boy In Cuffs

by Lexxie Couper

  He studied me, expression unreadable.

  “Do you?”

  “Fuck me, Ronnie. Will you marry me?”

  A low chuckle bubbled up through the warm happiness flowing through me. “You’ve already asked me that, dork. And I said yes, remember? Whole point of my big monologue just now.”

  He brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “I mean, now. Right now. Tomorrow at the latest. Marry me right now.”

  “Okay.”

  He smiled. “Okay.”

  I started to straighten to my feet but stopped, giving him a frown. “Actually, can I change my mind?”

  His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat.

  “Can we get married after we make love? Can we make love now? And then get married?”

  He gently smoothed his hand behind my neck and tugged me down to his level again. “Hell the fuck yeah.”

  His lips found mine. This kiss was nothing like its predecessor. This one was soft and tender and apologetic. I was having none of it. I didn’t want soft and tender. Not right then. Apologetic, sure. But soft and gentle and sweet? No way.

  Cupping his face in my hands, I sought out his tongue, letting him know how hungry I was. There was a time and a place for sweet and tender, and now wasn’t it. Now I wanted Lucas to pour all the wired energy thrumming through him into sex. Into making us come.

  Together. As one.

  Pressing him back to the floor, I straddled his hips and rolled mine, grinding our groins together. He groaned, raking his hands down my back and beneath the hem of my oversized T-shirt.

  He cupped my boobs, his fingers framing my nipples. I rubbed my pussy harder to his groin, letting him know in no uncertain terms what I wanted.

  “I will never stop loving you, Ronnie,” he declared against my chin, my throat. He pinched my left nipple with just the right pressure to send a shard of delicious pleasure into my core. “And I will never ever stop wanting to protect you.”

  He nipped at my collarbone, his other hand pressed to the small of my back.

  I moaned my approval, not just at his words, but the way he touched me, held me.

  “I know,” I groaned, arching my spine when he dragged his thumb over my nipple and sucked on the side of my neck. Snaring a fistful of his hair, I rolled my hips again. “I know.”

  The steel rod of his cock ground against my sex, detonating fresh need in me.

  “I will never stop trying to keep you safe,” he said, breath warm against my temple. Oh boy, he was sliding his hand down my rib cage. Between our bodies. Between my panties and my—

  He parted my folds. Teased my clit. Slid two fingers inside me.

  Liquid electricity sparked and flowed through me. I gasped, clinging to his hair, his back.

  “And I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” he finished on a growl before capturing the side of my throat with his mouth again and branding me with a savage love bite.

  I was going to tell him to shut up, to forget about everything else but us. I was going to, but I couldn’t speak. It was too good, his fingers scissoring inside me, stroking my G-spot over and over, his other hand pinching and rolling my nipple, his mouth on my neck, my shoulder…

  And then he was lifting the hem of my shirt, exposing my bra-less breast, and sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

  Holy hell, did Lucas know how to suck.

  I writhed on his lap, on his fingers, my nipple deep in his mouth, my breath falling from me in shallow pants.

  The soles of my feet began to tingle and the pit of my stomach began to tighten. I was going to come soon. Soon…

  Heart thumping, I pulled his head back. My nipple popped free of his mouth, the room’s cool air making it pucker even more.

  Another low growl tore from Lucas, this one of protest. “Ronnie…”

  “I’m going to come soon,” I rasped, still riding his hand—goddamn it, he had incredible fingers. “I don’t want to. Not—”

  With a chuckle, he flipped me over onto my back and nestled between my thighs. “You know I’m a fan of you coming over and over.” He inched my shirt up, revealing both my breasts to his gaze.

  “I—”

  He captured my right nipple before I could finish saying whatever the hell I was going to say.

  Swirls of pleasure filled my head. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations he was creating in my body. So good. So damn good.

  I don’t know how long later, he moved his mouth lower, pulling my panties down as he did so. Already flushed and drunk on what he was doing to me, I damn near erupted when he flicked his tongue over my swollen clit.

  “Oh God, Lucas.” I bucked my hips upward, harder to his mouth.

  He chuckled, sliding his hands beneath my ass to squeeze each cheek as he continued to torment my clit.

  I tossed my head side-to-side, ropes of hot, tight pleasure threading through me.

  “I love the fucking taste of you, babe,” he mumbled into my pussy, punctuating the statement with little bites to my inner thighs. “Sweet and salty and so fucking addictive.”

  He swiped his tongue over my folds, rolling the pad of his thumb over my clit.

  I slammed my hips upward again, aching for him to be inside me. “Lucas…” I moaned. “Fuck me. Please…”

  He chuckled against my sex, returned his tongue to my clit and plunged a thumb into my sodden pussy.

  “Fuck, yes!” I arched, feet rammed to the floor, hips high.

  He dominated my sex, my clit, with his mouth and thumb, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I began to whimper, to beg him to let me come.

  When the words were little more than breathless pants, he withdrew his thumb and licked my juices from it.

  “Are you ready, babe?”

  I gazed up at him through a fog of pleasure and anticipation. “Wh-what are you…”

  He rolled me onto my stomach and yanked my hips, my ass, up into the air.

  Wicked excitement turned my gasp to a groan of delight. That groan became a moan of surrender as he circled the tight ring of my anus with his wet thumb.

  My head swam. I pressed my forehead to the gym floor, every nerve-ending attuned to his exploration of my ass and sex. My heart hammered in my chest, cannon-like thumps that echoed the throbbing need in my pussy.

  He pressed his thumb to my back entry with insistent pressure, even as he fingered my clit.

  “Lucas…” I whispered the plea. Would he enter me there? Without lube?

  Dark hunger and want twisted through me and I pressed my ass back toward him. An offering.

  “You have the most exquisite ass, babe.” His thumb pressed again, sending hot licks of pleasure into my lower body.

  “Lucas…” I whispered again. “Please.”

  He did as I craved, his thumb pressing harder to my anus, penetrating it a little.

  “Oh yes,” I groaned.

  He bent over my body, his lips searing a path of kisses along the back of my neck as he continued to tease me with his thumb and fingers.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, Ronnie,” he ground out. “I can’t…” He rolled his fingers over my clit again and again.

  I whimpered, aching for more. “Inside me, Lucas. I want you inside me.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” His breath fanned the back of my head, my shoulder, between my shoulder blades. “I don’t have any—”

  “Find a way,” I demanded. I was burning up, so hungry for him I was trembling. Breathless.

  He buried his fingers into my pussy.

  I cried out, and then groaned in approval as he withdrew his fingers and smeared my moisture over the tight ring of my anus.

  “Remember to breath, babe,” he instructed.

  I nodded. Goddamn, why wouldn’t he hurry up?

  “Remember,” he repeated, lips hot on my spine, “to,” he pressed his thumb against my opening, sending raw, concentrated pleasure roaring through me, “breath.

  With a sliding burn, h
e possessed my ass with his thumb and sank two fingers into my sex.

  My orgasm erupted in a crashing, brutal surge of liquid tension. I cried out, thrusting my hips higher, harder to his hand. “Holy fuck, yes.”

  The words tore from my throat as my release tore through my body, making me thrash and whimper and writhe on the ground. I didn’t think it possible to be consumed by greater pleasure.

  And then, as the pulses of my orgasm began to slow, as the trembling in my muscles began to subside, Lucas withdrew his hand from my body and drove his rock-hard cock into my constricting, pulsing sex. Filling me to the hilt.

  His balls slammed against my thighs, his mouth claimed the back of my neck, my shoulder. He pumped into me, driving me higher, higher, higher to sexual oblivion.

  “Oh God, Lucas,” I moaned over and over, squeezing my eyes shut as I drove back into his thrust. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Harder.”

  He obeyed, his hands gripping my hips, sliding up my rib cage, cupping my breasts. His cock stretched my pussy, a wonderful friction that propelled me closer to another orgasm. So close. So close to release again.

  “Need to see you, babe,” he growled, and suddenly he was gone, sliding from my body.

  I gasped in protest. And then moaned in delight as he pressed me to the floor on my side, lifting my leg to drape it over his shoulder, his hands braced on the floor on either side of my body as he buried himself once more into my pussy.

  Fresh waves of intense pleasure rushed through me. Stole my breath. I gripped one of his arms, watching the rapture etch his face as he slammed into me over and over.

  Heat began to prickling in the soles of my feet, and I hissed.

  “I’m going to…” He rolled his hips, driving deeper into my body, and I lost my words.

  “So tight and hot and perfect and mine,” he moaned, gazed locked with mine, his rhythm wild and almost savage.

  I was his. I think I had been for longer than either of us ever knew.

  “Mine.” The word fell from him, raw and shaky, as his speed quickened.

  The fire licking through my veins grew hotter. The tension in my core grew thicker. Waves of constricting pressure began to build, began to pool in my body.

  “Mine,” he groaned, or was it a growl?

  “Yours,” I agreed, sinking my nails into his arm as I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles once again. “Always yours. Always.”

  I came. An eruption of sensation and release unlike any I’d had before.

  Lucas exploded with me, filling me with his seed, his pleasure, my name on his lips, his body in mine.

  Holy crap, it was intense. Amazing.

  And perfect.

  A lifetime later, we lay together on the floor, Lucas nestled between my thighs, our breaths shallow and fast, our bodies still joined.

  I traced slow patterns over his back, loving the feel of his hard muscles under my fingertips. His strength was incredible. His power.

  Letting out a slow breath, he raised his head and smiled. “Okay, that was so much better than the workout I’d planned.”

  I locked my legs around his hips as his cock—still embedded deep inside me—moved with his chuckled words. I wasn’t ready for him to leave my body. Not yet.

  “Is it kinky to say I want to stay inside you until I’m hard again?” He brushed the fingers of one hand against my cheek.

  “Kinky?” I squeezed my legs tighter around his hips and drew his groin harder to mine. “Maybe. But I don’t care. I want to do that. Let’s do that.”

  He chuckled again, and then kissed me.

  I closed my eyes and hummed, reveling in how perfect it all was: him, this, us, our life, our love.

  Perfect.

  “Lucas?”

  We both jumped at the sound of Fluffy’s voice coming from the room’s intercom speaker.

  “Sorry to interrupt, but Bobby Walker’s mother is at the gate. She wants to say thank you to Ronnie for finding her son. And thank you to you, Lucas, for punching her ex.”

  Lucas looked down at me. “Can I tell her to go away?”

  “As much as I’d like to say yes…” I shook my head. “But we can pick this up where we left off after she’s gone. Besides, the gym floor is a little hard on the ass.”

  He dropped his forehead to mine. “We will definitely pick this up where we left off. In our bed. Don’t want that gorgeous ass of yours in any kind of discomfort.”

  I squeezed his cock with my inner walls. “Especially after the spanking you’re going to give it.”

  He lifted his head and grinned. “Spanking. Fuck. Bobby Walker’s mom is out of here in ten minutes.”

  I laughed.

  “Lucas?” Fluffy’s voice reverberated from the speaker again. “You listening to me?”

  With a grunting chuckle, and another quick kiss, Lucas withdrew from my body, stood, and strode over to the intercom. “Listening, Fluff. Let her in. Ronnie and I will be up in a second.”

  “Roger.”

  We got dressed, casting each other smiles and glances. I had no hope of making my hair look in any way decent without a brush, so I did the best I could with a quick comb of my fingers. Hopefully Bobby’s mom would think I just had no clue how to effectively use hair product.

  “Ready?”

  I smiled at Lucas, now standing at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the living room.

  He held out his hand to me, grin playful. Sexy. Adorable. “If I have to share you with the rest of the world, I have to share you with the rest of the world. Let’s just make it quick so I can get back to fucking you senseless, okay?”

  I crossed to him and threaded my fingers through his. “Okay.”

  He brushed his lips over mine. “And after all the fucking and spanking, I want to talk to you about something.”

  “What?” Why did my heart thump so hard?

  He gazed down into my eyes. “Your thoughts on becoming a mommy.”

  Oh wow.

  Before I could respond, he kissed me again and then hurried up the stairs, taking me along with him.

  My head roared. My pulse pounded. So loud, I almost didn’t hear Fluffy opening the front door.

  “Hi, Mrs. Walker,” Fluffy said, deep voice a friendly rumble. “I’m—”

  A gun fired.

  I heard Fluffy grunt.

  I heard Lucas swear.

  I heard something heavy hit the floor.

  All in the heartbeat it took me to step into the living room and see a woman at the open door pointing a gun at Fluffy on the floor.

  And then Francis was there, charging at her, teeth bared, snarl ferocious, and the woman raised the gun and fired again.

  Chapter 4

  I ran. I think Lucas tried to stop me. I think his fingers scraped at my wrist.

  I wasn’t thinking about anything but getting to Fluffy, my stare locked on his still body. Blood pooled on the floor beneath him. His eyes were closed.

  Closed.

  “Ronnie!” Lucas screamed behind me.

  And then I was at Fluffy’s side, knees in his warm blood, hands on the bullet hole in his shoulder.

  Shoulder. Shoulder. Not chest. That was good. Shoulder.

  “Ron…” Fluffy moved on the floor. His eyes opened.

  Oh thank God. Thank God…

  “Ronnie,” Lucas shouted behind me.

  I pressed my hands to the oozing wound in Fluffy’s shoulder and, heart crazy, looked at Francis. The Doberman lay motionless in a pool of blood on the floor a few feet away.

  So much blood. Too much.

  My throat seized up. I scanned the floor. Where was Groot? Where was my dog?

  “Ronnie.”

  “Francis,” I called. I didn’t call Groot. I had no clue where he was, but I didn’t want him in here. With the bitch with the gun.

  “Francis!”

  Francis didn’t move.

  “Ronnie!” Lucas shouted. Behind me. Still behind me. Not beside me. Behind. Why was he still— />
  Fluffy groaned, the sound weak. He was alive. Francis, however…

  I called Francis’s name again.

  Francis didn’t move. Not at all.

  “Get up.” The strange female snarl scraped at my sanity.

  I refused to look at the woman with the gun. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Bobby Walker’s mother. She was a bitch who’d come into our home with a gun and—

  “Tell your fiancée to stand up, Pratt, or I will shoot her.”

  “Ronnie.” Desperation cut Lucas’s voice. “Babe, please stand up.”

  I pressed my hands to the bullet hole on Fluffy’s shoulder and—eyes burning—raised my head. Locked my stare on the woman standing over me.

  She was shaking. Fuck. She was also pointing what looked like a Smith and Wesson Shield straight at my head. Fuck. Again. She was shaking, and shaking was dangerous because it meant the gun could go off at any second.

  Was she scared? She should be. She’d come into our home. She’d shot my friend. She’d shot his dog. She should be petrified.

  I snarled, baring my teeth at her.

  “Ronnie,” Lucas pleaded. “Please. Don’t—”

  “Stand up,” the woman ordered, jerking the nose of the gun in short upright motions. As if I needed help understanding which direction up was. Who the fuck was this bitch?

  I shook my head and continued to press my hands to Fluffy’s wound. Was the blood flow slowing? “Go to hell.”

  She flicked a frustrated look at Lucas. “Tell her to stand up!”

  “Ronnie. Please stand up, babe.”

  Pressing harder on Fluffy’s shoulder, I frowned at him over my own. He stood a few feet from where I was, hands at the sides of his head.

  I’d never seen him look so scared.

  Lucas Pratt. Scared. Because a crazy woman was pointing a gun at me: the kind of threat he’d been trying to warn me about since I first discovered his secret. The kind I’d dismissed over and over.

  My gut clenched.