The Reluctant Boyfriend (The Bad Boyfriend series Book 4)

by Erika Kelly

  Mm, he smelled good. She pressed her nose into his shirt and inhaled.

  “How you doin’ down there?”

  She laid her palm on his chest. “Bergamot with pear, sunflower seed oil, aloe…pine.” When he chuckled, she felt the rumble against her hand.

  “Damn, if you were my girl, I’d probably have to shower three times a day just to make sure I don’t stink.”

  “It’s pretty fascinating, isn’t it? We each have our own biochemical bouquet, and there’s something about yours that excites me.” The moment she realized she was talking to him about pheromones, she pulled away. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

  “I dig your bouquet, too, princess.”

  She gazed up at him, swimming in a pool of delicious feelings.

  “What can I get you?” The young woman behind the counter killed the moment.

  Probably for the best. Rosalina straightened. “Um. What should I get?”

  “Depends on what you’re in the mood for.” He pointed to the hot dogs. “You want pork trimmings and mechanically separated chicken with some organ meats thrown in? Or soybean oil tossed with salt and chemicals?”

  “Are the pork trimmings stuffed in a sheep’s intestine?”

  “Yup.”

  “Tempting. But I’ll go for a tub of oil and salt-slathered popped corn instead. And…” She glanced into the candy case. “Let’s get one of each.” She pointed to the colorful bags of candy made into bite-size pieces.

  “One of each?” the young woman asked.

  Rosie nodded. “I can’t remember the last time I had candy.”

  “Any carbonated water with a shit-ton of sugar and preservatives?” Brodie asked.

  Rosalina rolled her eyes. “It’s no fun to eat junk food with an athlete. If I came over for dinner at the main house, what would I get?”

  “Let’s just say we could write our own cookbook for all the ways to use a sweet potato.”

  After paying, they carried their goodies back to the truck. On the huge movie screen, images from advertisements flashed and flickered, and as they passed cars, she could hear muffled laughter and conversation.

  As soon as they climbed inside, Brodie fiddled with the radio dial until he found the right station to hear the movie.

  She plucked a few greasy kernels off the top of the bag. “I didn’t even ask what we’re watching.” Popping them in her mouth, she chewed. Yum.

  “Some James Bond movie.”

  “Oh, cool.” She settled into her seat and reached for the seatbelt.

  “You get that we’re parked, right? Unless Yellowstone’s volcano blows and sends us flying, we’ll be stationery the whole time.”

  She burst out laughing. “I’m dutiful.”

  He leaned over and released the belt. “And now you’re free.”

  Caught in his gaze, she took in the curve of his sexy lips, the strong lines of his jaw, and the most vividly blue eyes she’d ever seen. She did feel free—freer than any other time in her life. She didn’t want the ticking clock of the vote, of her inevitable return to her country.

  God, he was right there. She lifted a hand to cup his strong jaw. “How come you and Will are clean-cut, and your younger brothers are all long-haired and scruffy?”

  “I don’t know. Personal preference, I guess.”

  “I’ll bet there’s more to it. Like, I’m the dutiful sister. I look the part, whereas my younger sister, she gets to be whatever she wants. And the funniest thing? If my country ever changed the law to a female line of succession, my sister, with her pink-streaked hair and patent leather combat boots, would be the best ruler our country’s ever had. Not me.”

  “You don’t want to rule?”

  “I think you know the answer to that. I want to make perfume. Literally, that’s all I want to do. I love the whole process. I love discovering a flower and turning it into an essential oil. I love mixing ingredients together to come up with a magical scent. I love the way things smell.” She scrunched her nose. “Except for the mechanically separated chicken. I didn’t love that one.” She tore open a bag of candy. “Can I live off popcorn and candy?”

  “You can do anything you want.”

  With the rush of desire flooding her body, making her hot and restless, she knew she had a problem. My heart only desires one thing. She was here for such a short time, and she’d never felt this way around anyone before. “Do you mean that literally?”

  He swallowed, glancing toward the screen. For a moment, he seemed lost in an epic struggle, and during that battle she held her breath, each second ticking by with excruciating tension. But then he turned back to her and said, “Yes.”

  She didn’t even hesitate, just set the popcorn and candy on the floor of the truck, wiped her hands on her jeans, and cupped his cheeks. And then she kissed him. At first it was awkward—who just lunges at a guy like this?—but then her tongue licked his bottom lip, and something in him snapped. His mouth opened, and he took charge.

  Vaguely, she was aware of headlights flashing, engines rumbling, and cars pulling in beside them. She loved the tangle of their tongues, the twist of raw need in her belly. Loved the smell of him, the taste, and the heat of his body.

  She gripped the back of his neck like she was afraid he’d pull away, his mouth so sensual and hungry it made her burn.

  His hand pushed between their bodies, reaching for her breast. Yes. God. The way he squeezed her, with so much lust, made her squirm. More. She needed more of his hard body pressed against her, so she leaned over the console, desperate to get closer. When she gave a frustrated growl, he flipped it up and slid closer to her. “Yes.”

  “You didn’t want to do this, remember?” He murmured against her mouth, grabbing a fistful of hair to pull her back far enough to see her expression. “You didn’t want to mess up our working relationship.”

  “I know, but I’ve never felt this before. Didn’t even know I could. God, Brodie, you make me ignite.”

  “Fuck, yeah, Rosie.” He released her. “Climb into the back.”

  Grabbing both headrests, she climbed over the console and toppled onto the wide leather seat.

  He followed, and the moment he dropped beside her, he got his hands on her hips and dragged her toward him, unbuttoning her jeans and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.

  “Bet you’re glad I didn’t eat the pork trimmings.”

  “Gonna feed you my cock in a minute, so it doesn’t matter what you ate.”

  Oh. Oh, God. He made her so crazy. “You could be arrested for talking to the princess like that.” She arched her back, desperate to get closer, squirming beneath him.

  “Worth it…” He unbuttoned her shirt, spreading it wide, and palmed her breast. “If I get to suck on the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

  Tits. Desire beat a wild tattoo through her. She slid her hands under the waistband of his jeans, gripping his ass, and squeezing. He sucked in a breath, his mouth lowering to her breasts. The moment his tongue hit her nipple, her body jerked.

  “So fucking sexy.” Pulling her into the wet, heat of his mouth, his tongue flicked and swirled.

  Sensation spiraled through her, flooding her body with a pleasure she’d never experienced before. Her hips pressed up hard into him, and she ground herself against his hot, thick erection.

  “Like that a lot, princess.”

  His deep voice pulled her out of the haze, making her keenly aware of herself. She was humping him. In the backseat of a car. In a crowded parking lot of a drive-in movie theater in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

  The windows had steamed over, and the scents of leather and Brodie and sex drove her out of her mind.

  She brought her hand around to the front of his jeans, desperate to touch him. When she gripped his hard length, he groaned.

  “Harder, princess. Don’t go easy on me.”

  She rubbed her palm on him, and God, she needed so much more. “I can’t…” Frustration had her on edge. “I need…�
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  “I know what you need.” Batting her hand away, he unzipped her jeans and reached under the elastic of her knickers. His finger parted her curls and tenderly traced her slick folds. “So wet.”

  “For you, Brodie.” She’d never felt like this, like her blood had turned molten, like she was nothing more than a churning pool of desire and need. “Only for you.”

  And then he brushed over her sensitive nub, and electricity arced through her, making her cry out. His hand went between her legs, caressing, gliding in her slick heat, and she couldn’t stand it. The unbearable anticipation, her body’s inexorable need to burst. “Brodie.”

  “You keep saying my name like that, and I’m gonna have to fuck you right here.”

  “No. Not yet. First, I want you in my mouth.” She felt greedy for him. All of him.

  He went rigid, his hand faltering. And then his mouth came over hers, and he was kissing her again, like the world was on fire, and he had to take what he could get before they went up in flames. He jerked her jeans down over her hips, spread her thighs, and then his mouth went between her legs.

  Bliss burst inside her. Her bottom rose off the seat, as her fingers gripped his hair, pulling hard. “God, Brodie.”

  He licked her nub, one big hand under her bottom, lifting her to his mouth. He made sounds of hunger, approval, and deep, dark desire. And then a sensation took hold of her—so big and powerful it catapulted her right out of her body—and her hand reached out to the seatback to brace herself before she burst into a hundred million shards of light. Her hips writhed, her breath caught in her throat, and the orgasm just kept going, fueled by his wicked, unrelenting tongue.

  Her knees slammed together, boxing in his head, as she jerked and twisted. She rode the tide of lust as it slowly receded, and she came back into her body. When her bottom dropped back down onto the seat, she let out a whoosh of breath.

  Sitting up, Brodie swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. With his jeans undone, his thick erection poked out the waistband of his black boxer briefs.

  “Come here.” Was that her voice? All hot and sexy and commanding? “I want you in my mouth.”

  “So the hell do I.” He got up on his knees, and she shifted closer, her knees bent, one foot pressed against the door. With a hand on the headrest, Brodie yanked down his briefs. His cock sprang out.

  Her mouth literally watered, and she reached for him. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

  As she grasped him, he gave a pained expression, and she ran her thumb along the vein under the mushroom-shaped head. His broad shoulders blocked out the dim light from the foggy windows, and his bulging biceps flexed as his fingers dug into the cushion.

  She could see he needed release, so she took him into her mouth, licking him from head to root to get him nice and wet.

  “Ah, Jesus.”

  She loved the way he trembled, so she sucked him deep into her mouth, letting her tongue slide all over him. He was gasping, his powerful hips making short thrusts. She could tell he was holding back, letting her choose the rhythm.

  She didn’t want that, so she pulled him out of her mouth. “I’ve had a lifetime of boring sex, where all I did was get the guy off. I want more, Brodie. Pretend like you feel totally comfortable with me, and just be yourself.”

  “Don’t have to pretend.” He grabbed his cock and prodded her mouth open with it. “Now, suck me.”

  A sharp wave of desire crashed over her, and she took him in, as far as she could.

  Brodie started pumping, his thighs shaking, as he watched his cock slide into her mouth. He let out a shuddery breath, before cupping the back of her head and pushing in deeper. “Can you handle that?”

  Forcing her throat to relax, she nodded, letting her tongue flick along his hard length. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he rocked his hips, stuffing his cock as far in her mouth as it could go. She thrilled at the sight of this big, strong, powerful man coming apart at her touch.

  “Can I come in your mouth?” That voice. He was on edge. About to lose it.

  All she could do was nod, because the way he talked to her turned her reckless. His features pulled in tightly, his hand gripped the back of her head, and then he thrust in hard and stayed in her mouth as he pumped his release down her throat. His head tipped back, and he let out a deep groan.

  “Ah, fuck.” Exhaling roughly, he eased out. He swatted at her knees, and she sat up, giving him room to crash on the seat beside her. “Damn, princess.”

  But she didn’t have words. The sides of her mouth stung a little where he’d stretched it, and she still tasted him. She was a little stunned, because she’d just had the most amazing sex of her life.

  And that sucked so badly.

  Because, now that she’d had a taste, she didn’t know how she could go back to the bland life she’d had before she met him.

  Crashing into the bunkhouse, Brodie kicked the door shut. Not bothering with the lights, he gripped her sexy ass and lifted her, carrying her towards the hallway with their mouths fused.

  He might’ve come less an hour ago, but his body raged with need. He tripped on the edge of the rug.

  She laughed, tucking her face into his neck. “Put me down.”

  “On my bed.”

  She cupped the back of his neck, drawing him to her, and she whispered, “Let’s do it on the couch.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” He’d wanted to take his time with her, kiss every inch of her gorgeous body, make it last as long as possible, but he’d have to do that next time. Because, now, he just needed to get inside her, relieve this pounding, driving need.

  The moment he set her down, she pulled the blouse over her head, exposing all that creamy skin, the sexy curve of her waist, and the flare of her hips. She unzipped her jeans, hips swaying with each yank until she stepped out of them. That flash of pink on her toenails made his blood hot.

  She glanced up at him, a hint of vulnerability that made him realize he was just standing there, watching her.

  Heat rushed up his neck, spreading across his cheeks. Caught.

  Caught liking her. Liking everything about her.

  Shit. Fuck.

  He liked her.

  The way Will liked Delilah.

  And Gray liked Knox.

  And Fin liked Callie.

  He understood liking a woman enough to want to hang out with her exclusively—his future sisters-in-law were awesome—but now he understood what his brothers had given up just to put a ring on it.

  Because there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to watch Rosie take her clothes off. There wasn’t anyone he wanted to be with more than her.

  He wanted to watch her bruise petals. Snowboard with her and figure out the logistics of a triathlon.

  He wanted to kiss her, and he needed to fuck her into next week.

  He wanted everything with Princess Rosalina Anais Isabella Villeneuve.

  He reached for her, gentler, his feelings more tender, but when he leaned in for a kiss, she playfully dashed away, heading around the back of the couch. “Take me from behind.” Excitement shone in her eyes.

  Reality hit him, as jolting as landing on hard-packed snow. This was fun for her. She was getting it out of her system, before she had to head back home and marry out of duty.

  And using him to do it.

  Of course. He’d known that. She’d just told him a few hours ago.

  Even though he’d said he’d take what he could get, he’d gotten carried away. Reaching behind his neck, he pulled his shirt over his head, but his arms felt stiff, heavy. Uncooperative.

  This is what she wants. So, give it to her.

  Right. He popped the button on his jeans, shoved them down along with his boxers, and stepped out of them. Weird how his bones felt like jelly. Come on. Give it to her from behind.

  He could give her a few weeks of fun.

  Better me than some random guy she meets in a bar.

  He headed over to her, but his l
egs resisted, like trying to fight his way across a river.

  She turned around, resting her pink lace-clad ass on the back of the couch. Her hands cupped his jaw. “You okay? Still with me?”

  “You bet.” Except his voice sounded like he’d dragged it across asphalt. He loved the scent rising off her skin, the strangely pale green eyes that saw him. That soft, expressive mouth that had taken his cock with so much enthusiasm.

  He had such great discipline, why couldn’t he marshal it right now? Give her what she wanted?

  “Come here.” Standing up, she reached behind his neck. Her fingers sifted through his hair, as she got up on her toes and kissed him. And, oh, fuck, did she kiss him. Sexy, sweet, a slow tangle of tongues.

  When her fingers curled into his hair, she moaned into his mouth, and he knew he needed to tell her.

  What she meant to him.

  What he wanted.

  He wanted more kisses that transported him, that made his knees buckle, his heart pound, and his skin burn.

  Pulling down her panties and kicking them aside, she moved in close, so their bodies could do a slow, sexy grind.

  Tell her. But his words had turned to dust.

  He caressed her smooth, warm back, gliding down to the round swells of her ass, and he lifted her, holding her tightly to his painfully hard cock. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her silky hair brushed over his arms and chest.

  Goosebumps skittered across his skin, and desire thrummed through his body, igniting a fire in his belly. Christ, she smelled so good, felt so right in his arms.

  He should give her what she wanted, fuck her from behind while she lifted her ass to him and held onto the back of the couch. That would be hot. But he was drowning in her kisses, this need for her drenching him, making him all soft and loose inside.

  Tell her.

  In place of words, he carried her down the dark hallway, swallowing her moans, squeezing her ass, and rubbing her wetness all over his cock. Kicking his door open, he carried her to his bed and dropped her onto it.

  Grabbing a condom out of the top drawer of his nightstand, he tore it open and started to sheath himself, when she said, “Can I do it? I’ve never put one on before.”