Never Trust a Bad Boy (The Never Trust Series)

by Kira Adams

  Folding the letter up, I let it fall into the wastebasket next to the bed. It’s hard to imagine that it’s all over.

  “What are you thinking about?” Bo asks, from his position lying down on the bed.

  “What’s next.”

  He nods. “You know, we can go anywhere. Be June and Aiden anywhere we want. Are you set on staying in Baltimore?”

  “How safe is that? If Eduardo didn’t already want me dead, he definitely does now.”

  Bo motions for me to come to him, so I climb on the bed and make my way in his direction. His arms wrap around me like a warm blanket. It’s strange how right it feels to be held. Especially by him.

  His lips press down on the top of my head. “Is there anywhere you’ve always wanted to go, but never had the chance?”

  My heartrate speeds up. There are so many places I want to explore and travel to, but it’s not going to happen overnight. “Let’s take it one step at a time. I just started school and my job is going pretty well. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

  He chuckles, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Okay, boss.”

  I shove him playfully, giggling. “We all know who the alpha is in this relationship.”

  He plays as if he is offended, but then squeezes me tight, tickling me until I can’t breathe.

  “Stop! Please!” I beg, gasping for air.

  He’s laughing, enjoying torturing me far too much. And then he’s serious. It’s as if a switch goes off and he’s looking at me with desire and lust in his eyes.

  “What?” I ask, cautiously looking around.

  He shakes his head nonchalantly, pulling me into him subtlety. One of his hands runs the length of my back, up and down, up and down, repeatedly. The other hand cups my face as he leans in. My eyes close as his lips touch mine. The kiss begins slow and sensual, but it grows into something more aggressive and passionate. His touch is like fire on my skin and his kiss has a carnal desire that grows with each lip lock.

  Pulling away, my entire body is trembling, and I can’t control it.

  “You okay?” he asks, an amused look playing upon his face.

  My heartbeat is pounding loudly in my ears as his lips move to my neck, grazing it gently. “Yeah,” I barely get out. Thoughts race through my mind because Eduardo never allowed me any sort of freedom. Being vulnerable like this with someone was strictly prohibited. It’s hard not to confuse lust with love at a time like this.

  Especially because our physical intimacy has only been growing for the last few months. We are still taking it super slow, but let’s just say that he’s skilled with his hands.

  His lips trace my shoulder blades, stopping my breath at the same time. To finally be touched in the ways I’ve always fantasized and dreamed about is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Poor Bo has no idea what he is in for. “Can we just go slowly?”

  He chuckles, pecking me on the right shoulder. “And what would you call the last seven months?”

  “No, I mean…tonight, sexually.” The words feel like they are lodged in my throat.

  It’s as if the air leaves the room. It becomes eerily quiet as he contemplates my request. It couldn’t be more than thirty seconds, but it feels like an eternity when there is this much anxiety and tension inside of me.

  “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?” His jaw is slack and his eyes wide.

  “Do I need to spell it out for you?” The embarrassing part is far from over because now we are going to have to delve deeper into the why.

  He swallows, his eyes shifting around, his thoughts probably all over the place. “So, you’ve never…”

  “Never.”

  “Wow.” His surprise makes me even more hesitant.

  “Way to make me feel great about it,” I mutter, burying my face in my pillow.

  “Was it by choice or because of Eduardo?” he asks, his arms pulling me in closer.

  “What do you think? Everything in my life is because of Eduardo.”

  He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Not anymore.” And he’s right. For the first time my every movement isn’t being dictated by someone else. For the first time, the decision is all mine.

  His hands are tracing my entire body, my legs, my arms, my back, and my scars. All of it. He hasn’t said anything about it, but his fingers let me know he is more than aware how broken I am, physically. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

  I nod. “I know.” Anxiety fills my bones. “But I want to.”

  His eyebrows rise. For too many months we’ve been getting each other worked up from the kissing and touching. I’m finally ready for it to go further. To feel more.

  “Are you sure?” he asks, even though he is already quickly undressing. He probably thinks I’m going to change my mind. It makes me giggle.

  I nod. “Yeah. I’m sure.” And in all honesty, it’s the truth. He’s the person I trust most right now in my life. The idea of losing my virginity to Bo feels safe and exhilarating all at the same time.

  He helps me remove the tank top and shorts I’m wearing so that we are both left in our underwear. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps on my skin, reminding me that this is real. It’s finally happening.

  My arms instinctively go to cover up the rest of my body. The scars that are on full display are not something I am proud of. Bo examines each one closely before pressing his lips to them. He doesn’t ask me what happened, he doesn’t apologize for what I went through, and he just renders me speechless with his mouth. It lets me know that I don’t have to be ashamed with him. Although my body is flawed and ugly, he accepts it. He accepts me.

  He kisses me eagerly, taking my bottom lip between his teeth gently. His kisses always leave me breathless, making me melt. How can someone so perfect exist? It’s not realistic.

  His hands are tangled in my hair as he pulls me closer, making me swoon even more.

  There were times back when we first started sleeping next to each other when I knew I cared about him, but couldn’t put it into words. That has long passed. He is my best friend, my sunshine, my happiness, my love all wrapped up into one. It’s hard to remember what life was like before him, because it wasn’t a life at all. He’s made it his priority to ensure I get to make up all the lost time.

  I haven’t actually verbalized just how much he means to me because I’m scared he won’t be able to say it back and that would crush me. His actions tell me I mean something to him, but how much is anyone’s guess. All I can do is pray every single night that he will continue to be mine for the rest of my life. That he won’t realize what a mistake he’s made by settling for me.

  Bo pulls away, concern etched across his face. “You’re not here.”

  I shake my head back and forth. “Yes, yes, I am. I’m right here.”

  He doesn’t look convinced. “You went somewhere. Where did you go?”

  Sitting up, my expression turns serious. “You’re ruining a really good moment. Why can’t you just let it go?”

  Again, he is staring back at me through lowered lashes. “Because I care about you.”

  There it is. He cares about me. That’s not news to me, his actions show that all the time. What I’d really like to hear is just how much. Instead, the words feel like sandpaper on my tongue. It’s excruciating to get them out. “Yeah, so do I, but sometimes that isn’t enough.”

  He tilts his head, a tiny smirk playing upon his lips. “Why are you pushing me away? We were doing so good…”

  Tears sting the edges of my eyes, surprising me.

  “Babe,” Bo murmurs, pulling me in closer to him and stroking my hair. “What’s wrong?”

  He doesn’t understand that every single thing I’ve loved in this world has been taken from me: Maria, Tito, my freedom, my strength. If he wasn’t in my life, I’d go crazy. Absolutely insane. It’s easier to push him away than be in the position of being hurt. Hurt them before they hurt you has always been a motto inside the mansion wal
ls. Nuzzling my face into his neck, I sigh. “I can’t lose you.”

  He laughs, not quite understanding where I am going with it. “I’m not going anywhere, nerd.”

  His nickname for me has always been a highlight of our relationship. Something that can elicit an immediate smile from me. It doesn’t stop the impending tears, which stroll down my cheeks freely.

  He kisses the tears, stopping them in their tracks. His lips are soft and gentle as he grazes my face and then plants a kiss firmly on the top of my head. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “You told me not to trust anyone.” It’s been a long time since those words left his lips, but he did say them, nonetheless.

  He chuckles. “Nothing is ever good enough for you, is it?”

  I shake my head back and forth, smiling. “You really have no idea what you’ve signed up for. You know there’s still time to back out.”

  He stares back at me like I’m crazy. “I’m not going to say it again, but I’m not going anywhere.”

  In addition, maybe the reassurance is just needed to hear because the minute the words leave his lips, a calm washes over me. Fuck falling, I’ve tripped headfirst.

  Bo

  As much as my body wanted it, my mind knew it wasn’t the right time. We’ve waited so long already, what will another few days or weeks really do? There is something to be said about buildup and good foreplay. It’s been a hot minute since my dick has been wet, and it’s been excruciatingly difficult to be so close to Mikhaela without being inside of her. Of course, I’ve jacked off, but there is nothing compared to a hot, wet tongue or a slippery cooch.

  Before, it felt like the gentlemanly thing to do – not to pressure the girl to have sex, especially because our relationship developed uniquely. However, it never dawned on me that she was avoiding it as well because she’s pure. How someone could be a virgin at the age of nineteen is unusual to me, as I lost my virginity at thirteen.

  It puts a lot of pressure on me. What if it doesn’t live up to the expectations she has in her head? What if I can’t satisfy her? Not that I’ve ever had any issues in that department before, but virgins are not my specialty.

  Because we’ve been taking things slowly, kissing and fingering are about as far as I’ve ventured. But tonight, all bets are off. I’m going to have her screaming my name. It’s funny because the parts of her that didn’t attract me before are now the parts that turn me on. Her curves don’t scare me anymore. Instead, I see beauty in the stretch marks and lines. Thin and lean has always been my type, but times change and so do preferences. Never thought it’d ever be this way. The girl with the emerald eyes has wormed her way under my skin.

  “What is this?” she asks, timidly, scared to approach the setup before her.

  “It’s for you,” I reply, coolly.

  Her eyes shoot between the chair and me. “I have to put that on?” She points to the bandana laying in the middle of the seat.

  I nod. “No peeking.”

  She looks apprehensive, but hands it to me to tie across her head. “Oh boy. Am I going to regret saying yes to this?”

  I chuckle. “Not in a million years.”

  Her eyebrows rise, causing the bandana to fall around her neck. This elicits a laugh from both of us. “I don’t think it’s going to stay up.”

  I shrug. “That’s fine. You can watch if you want to. Come, sit.”

  She follows my instruction, dropping into the chair.

  “Put your hands like this,” I tell her, placing them on either side of her, flat to the wooden arms of the chair.

  “Wait, what?” She pulls her arms away, shielding them in front of her body.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask, reaching for her arms once again.

  She nods. “More than anyone.”

  “Good. Then put your arms back where they were.” This time she does as she’s told, staring me down, waiting for further instruction. Pulling out the shoelaces that are in my nightstand, catches her attention and her eyes widen.

  “You’re safe with me. Remember that,” I assure her.

  She nods, gulping.

  “I need you to do one more thing for me.” This time she looks at me as if I’m stupid. Like there wouldn’t be another thing I could get her to do. “I need you to strip.”

  Her mouth falls open, her expression one of shock. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. I need you to stand up and strip…naked.”

  There is no doubt she heard me clearly this time. She blinks a few times, my request processing. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” It’s entertaining watching her squirm. Surprisingly, she follows my orders, beginning with her baggy grey sweats. Her white tank follows and then she is left in her underwear and bra.

  “Do I have to take off the rest?” She looks desperate for me to say no, but we can’t toe the line anymore. We need to cross it. I bob my head up and down enthusiastically.

  She does as she’s told, freeing her perky c cups and newly shaved cooch. I lick my lips in anticipation. “Sit back down.”

  She gives me a wary glance before following my instructions. Wrapping the shoelaces around her wrists, I secure them in place to the armrests. She is sitting straight up, and I pull her bottom half towards the edge of the seat. Part of her looks absolutely terrified, the other part looks embarrassingly intrigued.

  Massaging her inner thighs, my fingers slide up and down her slit, teasing her. She closes her eyes, her head falling back against the headrest. Blowing lightly on the same area has her eyes opening like blinds. She’s wide-eyed and anxious. I love the way her body reacts to me. Sliding a tongue across the length of her, she trembles beneath me. It takes everything in me not to speed up, but knowing this is her first experience, she needs to go slow…at least at first.

  She closes her eyes tightly, but her body movement tells me that she is thoroughly enjoying it all. She is leaning into me with her hips and with each stroke of my tongue, her body shivers. She tastes good. Like strawberries and honey.

  She rolls her body against my tongue, riding the impending wave. Just when she is about to come, I stop. “Sorry, baby, not so fast.”

  She glares back at me. “Are you serious right now?”

  Nodding, a laugh escapes. “I’m sorry, but you need to last just a little while longer.”

  Groaning, her head falls backwards. “You’re the devil. Doing that to me and then stopping. Straight up evil.”

  Chuckling, my hands rub up and down her arms, over the scars I have long since stopped noticing. Her facial expression grows self-conscious and it takes everything in me not to smack her and tell her to wake up. “These marks, they are a part of you. Part of you that I have grown to know and love. You don’t need to ever be ashamed of them.”

  She tilts her head down. “I know, it’s just I’ll never look normal ever again.”

  “And what’s so great about normal anyways?”

  Her lips curl up slightly. Untying the shoelaces from around her hands, I help her up from the chair. Her knees are weak, and she holds onto me for support. Yeah, I still got it.

  “Do you believe in fate?”

  Mikhaela stares back at me with wide eyes. “Where is this coming from?”

  I shrug, picking her up into my arms. She shrieks from being caught off guard.

  “Put me down! I’m way too heavy for you!” she orders, pointing her finger in my face.

  “Okay, but you said so.” Dropping her onto our Queen-sized mattress, she rolls onto her stomach and begins crawling away from me.

  Slapping her ass, she cries out in surprise. “I think that you were brought into my life for a reason. It didn’t always play out the way we would have imagined it, but I feel like I manifested you. Like deep down my soul knew it was missing it’s other half.”

  She turns around so that she is facing me. Tears are brimming the edge of her eyes. “That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  Pressing my lip
s to hers, our mouths dance to the rhythm. “Will you be the Bonnie to my Clyde?” I ask once we part for air.

  “Excuse me?” She chuckles.

  “You heard me. Will you be my ride or die?” Flashing her my dashing smile is sure to do the trick.

  She is still laughing, but this time she is also nodding her head. “This is about the money, isn’t it?”

  Damn she’s good. “We can get the money and start a new chapter.”

  The money has been hidden away somewhere safe for months. We could have gone back to get it at any time, but during the trial it felt too dangerous. Enough time has passed that we feel safe to do so.

  “Quick, first thing you are going to do once we have the money…and go!” It’s one of my favorite things ever to put her on the spot and see her frazzled. She is beyond adorable.

  She contemplates my question for a few moments before sitting up. “Hawaii, merlot, sunset.”

  Tilting my head to the side, I’m shocked. “I forgot about that.”

  She smiles. “I didn’t.”

  “I bet you didn’t,” I tease her, tickling her until she is begging for me to stop. There is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than right here, right now.

  No one could have told me that six months ago I would meet someone I can’t remember life without. No one could have predicted the shit we went through together and how much stronger it made us. Life is unpredictable and crazy and sometimes you just need to strap on your life jacket and ride out the waves. Life was fortunate to hand me someone to brave the surge with. Although being tied down has never been appealing to me, being without Mikhaela was more than I could handle.

  Life didn’t make sense before her. She made things interesting. She was my light at the end of the tunnel. My very own pot of gold.

  It’s been a long time since I have written or released a book. A year to be exact. Starting out this year, I wasn’t really sure what was on the agenda. Which characters were going to be speaking to me. This multi-author series kind of came up out of nowhere and put my ass in gear to get back into writing.