Wed to the Bad Boy (3 page)

Greyson

All I needed was that kiss. That one kiss and she came crumbling down just like I knew she would. I was going to take her. Here. On the fucking poker table. Not the damn bed. Maybe, just maybe, that would be dirty enough that I could get her out of my mind.

None of them stayed in there after I fucked them. Occupying my thoughts, making me forget about everything else. I almost lost a lot of money tonight because of her damn smile, those deep, intense eyes. I wanted to fuck her right where I’d envisioned all night. On that soft green felt.

“Greyson-” she murmured, but I shushed her. I didn’t want her to come out of the fog of the kiss. I didn’t want her to become rational and look at me with those eyes of hers and tell me no. I’d respect it if she did. I’d never push. But it was the last fucking thing I wanted.

“Take off your clothes for me, Jo. Slowly.” My cock twitched, and I fought back a growl. I wanted to tear her clothing off right now and just bury myself into her. But that wouldn’t be enough. I’d be hungry wanting more of her, and she wouldn’t get any pleasure in that. Instant gratification but no fun in the end.

She backed away from me and kicked off her heels, her barefooted height barely coming up to my shoulders. Then she slowly pulled off her dress. I’d instructed her to wear nothing else, but she had on a cute little red thong and a sheer bra. I grinned.

She didn’t seem like she took orders too well.

“What did I tell you to wear?” I asked as I reached for her and threaded my thumb along her the edge of her bra.

“Just the dress,” she answered, a hint of mischievousness in her own eyes. Then shock. She was a swirl of complication.

“Did you listen?” I asked.

“I never do,” she grinned, her eyes heavily lidded. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.

No, I had to go nice and slow if I was going to satisfy this craving. I pulled her into me and kissed her again, this time slowly. I held back at every push I got from my instincts. She smelled perfect. Soft and sweet with just a hint of floral and it was driving me crazy.

Each little gasp left her wanting more as I kissed lower, dipping down her chin to her neck. That soft, delicate, sweet flesh so tempting as I kissed it and licked it. I could feel myself raging against the fabric of my boxer-briefs, and the zipper of my suit pants. Fuck.

She was driving me crazy. I groaned into her collarbone as I slipped my hands into her bra and unhooked it, pulling it off. Her breasts tumbled out, and I cupped them both, running my thumbs over her hard nipples.

Jo cried out, just a small gasp, but it was enough to let me know just how much I was affecting her.

“You like this, don’t you?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Good.” I trailed lower to her panties, brushing against the fabric as I found her wet center. Those panties were completely soaked through.

“How long have you been wet?” I asked.

“Almost the entire time.”

“So you had to stand there, uncomfortable, in wet panties all night?” I asked as slid them to the side. She shivered as I ran my fingers up and down her slit. After a moment I said, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” she hissed as I slipped a finger into her. She was so tight I could feel her constrict around me. Fuck.

“I’m going to take you right here, Joanna. I am going to finger fuck you until you cum. Then I am going to fuck you so hard you beg for more. Do you understand?” I asked. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and then she nodded. “Good girl.”

I pushed all of the chips and all of the cash off the table, and then I picked her up and slid her onto it. She closed her legs, but I forced them open, appreciating the sight before me. It didn’t take much to get her underwear entirely off and dip my fingers back into her.

“I want you so badly, Jo. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, but I bet you knew that. And I always get what I want.” She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers as I thrust my hand against her harder and harder. It didn’t take too much before she was shaking and clinging to the table, her body betraying her level of excitement.

“Fuck,” she ground out, “Greyson, please.” It was a half plea and a half demand, and somehow it turned me on even more. She wasn’t afraid to challenge me. To tell me what she wanted. She wasn’t afraid to take.

And I liked that.

“What do you want, Jo?” I asked, grinning like the wolf I was.

She shook her head and just moaned.

“What do you want?” I asked again.

“I want to cum,” she said, finally, her voice so strong, so frustrated that it sent another shock of need down to my cock. “I want you to make me cum.”

“All you had to do was ask, Jo.” I bent down, and I kissed her while I thrust my fingers in and out of her even harder. Faster. She shook then, her body quaking against me while she came, her mouth groaning into mine.

I could tell from the way her pussy tensed up that she was coming. It only made me want her even more.

I pulled off my shirt and looked at her as she lay on the table, her eyes cast up at me. Fuck. She still wanted more. That was exactly what I was hoping for.  I shucked off all my clothing, a wanton lust building inside of me, one I hadn’t planned for. This wasn’t cold or calculating life, my normal habits. No, this was so much hotter.

I spread her legs and thrust myself into her, my cock was so hot that I swore only she could help. But it only hurt worse when I entered her. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting myself inside of her, over and over again. I wanted to feel her wanted to feel more of her.

“Fuck,” I growled out as I gripped her hard and inserted myself into her over and over again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my torso and I drove myself into her. She was so freaking beautiful. Every time she let out a moan I lost a little more of myself in her.

“You are so gorgeous,” I said as I kissed her. I could feel her shaking again. It wouldn’t be long now. For either of us.

I watched her cum a second time, felt her pussy clench around my cock and it was enough to drive me over the edge. I came inside of her, oblivious to the rest of the world as I embraced the pleasure she was making me feel.

Fuck.

After a minute, I stopped pulsating enough to slide out of her, and I sat down at a chair while she sat up and looked at me.

Fuck, she was still so gorgeous. I wanted to take her into the hotel bed and sleep with her, cuddle up to her and smell her hair.

What the fuck? No. I almost felt sick. What in the hell was I thinking? I shook my head. This had to be a one time only deal. It had to be.

But it couldn’t. I wanted her again. Now. Already. Fuck.

“Do you have something I could wear home?” she asked, as she looked at me, shame in her face.

Damn, I was the only one that wanted that. I swallowed. Hard.

“I don’t, but I’ll take off. You sleep here tonight, and I’ll have something in your size sent up to the room tomorrow.” I said it with about as much stoicism as I could muster and started searching for my clothing.

I needed something, a cold shower, an ice bath, a dunk in the bay, something to calm all of the things that were raging inside of me.

“See you at work,” I said as I left, my shirt barely on, my pants not yet buttoned. I couldn’t be around her another minute. I’d lose my cool, lose it all.

I had to get that ice-cold shower. Now.

Chapter Three

Joanna

The last thing I expected to see when I opened that door was Greyson Fitzgerald. But he was standing there, brooding right outside of my apartment. Why do I say brooding? Because his mouth downturns, his arms crossed, and he was leaning against the hallway wall. He was definitely brooding.

“Can I help you?” I asked, my eyes hard.

I didn’t want him to see that I was almost breathless. I didn’t want him to know that what he did in that hotel two nights ago was amazing.

That he got my dress size exactly right, again, when he sent over a much more sensible number in the morning.

And the last thing that I wanted him to know was that I was looking forward to seeing him again.

No, Greyson Fitzgerald was the kind of man who chewed people up and spit them out. That was exactly who he was. And to see him standing there, in front of me, brooding only made me angry.

“I don’t know, Jo. Can you help me?” he asked as he stepped into the room, occupying the space that I’d used to buffer myself from the rest of the world. He was right up against me, staring at me, his eyes bloodshot.

He looked tired and angry and desperate. And that was scary.

“What do you need?” I asked. His eyes lingered over my body for a long time then flicked back up to my face. He turned away from me and looked around the little studio apartment. I had a feeling he wasn’t going to answer that one.

My father put me in an apartment when I got into Graduate school, saying that he wanted me to have my own independence. I knew the truth; he wanted to have his own independence. No one to look over him while he made his mistakes.

So he had my uncle put me up in this little apartment, and honestly? I went happily. Because I wanted to be independent. Live my own life. I wanted to be able to come and go as I pleased and not answer to anyone.

That was my part in his downward spiral. I stepped back, and I let it happen. All for my own happiness. The happiness which I wasn’t willing to give up.

So being here, staring at a man who stood in my sacred space, it was making me edgy. I put a hand on my hip and looked at him.

“What are all these books?” he asked.

“I study the history of the American industrial age,” I said as he leafed through it. “Particularly the role of women in it.”

“Do you? So you go to school for, what, history?” he asked.

I crossed my arms, “I’m working on my Ph.D. at the University of Baltimore Maryland.”

“Oh, fancy girl?”

“Not really.” It wasn’t easy. I commuted into classes, and they were overwhelming. When I wasn’t working I was studying and writing, paper after paper. I didn’t need a teacher’s assistantship, but I still never had enough time.

“What are you doing today?” he asked suddenly as he turned and looked at me. I had no idea what this had to do with my original question.

“I have a paper I need to write,” I tried to give him an excuse. Any excuse to get him out of my apartment. He was making my breath hitch and my palms sweat with every second he was around.

I didn’t want to be attracted to a man like this, didn’t want him here, so if I willed him away I could get back to my life.

“Can you do it later?” he asked. I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

I thought for a moment, and then I nodded. “Yes, why?”

“I want to take you out,” his eyes flashed. “I have some errands to run in your neck of the woods and I wanted to see you. Come with me.”

“What?” I asked, stunned. I hadn’t expected him to come here for anything other than a booty call. That I could resist, at least temporarily. I could turn him away. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

I didn’t know if I could control myself around him. I was fighting the urge to relive the other night as it was.

“Get your coat. I want to take you out.” He grinned, the tension gone from his face.

I grabbed my coat and followed him out of the apartment. “Where?”

“Nowhere special, not really.” He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the hallway. “Just a few errands.”

With just a touch, he was able to force my mind to think of nothing but him. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel two nights ago. It all came rushing back to me with just his touch.

I would’ve followed him anywhere at that moment just to keep him touching me. This was what I was hoping to avoid. We walked out the doors and down to a very sleek looking black sedan.

“This yours?” I asked. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw just how nice the luxury vehicle was. It suited him.

“Get in,” he said as he opened the door for me. I slid into the passenger’s side and let out a sigh. It was the most comfortable thing I’d ever sat in.

He got in wordlessly and drove until we were at Marley Station Mall, a broken down mall that was a living relic of the nineties. It still had the chrome on the signs and the neon light that highlighted Glen Burnie’s industry.

I hadn’t been in the mall since I was a teen. There were nicer malls just a twenty-minute drive away, and this one smelled of stale smoke and old walls.

“The old mall?” I asked.

“I need to make a stop first. You can wait, or come with me.” He looked at me, and I blushed. I felt like he saw underneath my clothes every time he cast his eyes on me. Each peek my way turned me bright red. It was because he saw it all. My entire body had been bare to him, and he devoured it.

What was worse was that I wanted him again. I spent the entire ride uncomfortable, squirming in my seat, my body hot with him so close to me.

My mind flashed to the way he moaned as he slid his cock into me. The look on his face, it was like he was getting a hit of a really good drug.

“I’ll come in,” I said as I got out. The muggy heat of late summer hit me hard as we walked in the building. The Bay area was known to be humid, but this was insane.

“Warm today,” I said.

“Yeah, I had to let the workers go home early, couldn’t keep the factory cool enough.”

“You do that?” I asked.

“What? Show mercy? Yeah, I do that. It’s not safe, don’t want the union coming after me, and if I let them out when it’s like that, they appreciate me.”

I nodded. It made good business sense. He seemed to know what he was about like he actually cared about it. I took it all in.

“So what are we doing here? I’m pretty sure you shop down at the fine establishments at Marley's Station.” This mall was delightfully blue collar, and I relished that about it, but he looked like he only shopped in places that served the absolute best. This place certainly didn’t have the kind of shops he wanted. “Do you need socks?” I asked, smiling.

“What? No, seeing a friend about some rent. I own the mall.” I bit my lip and eyed him. He just laughed.

“Well, I don’t own it, my father owns it. I just manage it, and I take care of the business around it. You know, a part of the family business.”

I shirked away from him a little, remembering exactly who he was and what he was a part of. I couldn’t forget that. I couldn’t ever forget that. It wasn’t safe. He wasn’t just some guy that I could get to know. He was dangerous.

But the way he was looking at me now just made me sad. His eyes narrowed, and he realized what he said, what it meant.

“Is my family a problem for you?” he asked.

I thought about it for a minute; then I shook my head. His family was as much of a problem as mine was, so why should it matter what he was, what he did? Chances were, no matter what he did, no matter who he was, my family had done or was the same thing.

“I don’t think so.”

“You work for my family; you know how it is.”

I nodded.

“Why do you work for us anyway?”

He didn’t know? Didn't he know who I was? I bit my lip and looked away from him. “My dad gambled. He owed you all. I’m paying it back in service.”

“That’s very generous of my father. He usually doesn’t do that.”

I nodded, “Michael Mactavish worked it out.”

It was the truth, but I didn’t tell him why. He didn’t need to know who I was. Who I was connected to. At least not yet.

I didn’t want the knowledge of who I was to change the way he treated me.

We stopped at the top floor where an old store had been converted into a gym. Its open doors exposed everyone who was working out to the shoppers and window-watchers. It wasn’t a gym for bored homemakers or busy professionals, no, this was a boxing gym. The kind that had bags in the back and a ring right in the center of the old converted store.

“What is this place?” I asked as we walked in.

“A friend’s,” he said as he walked up to the counter. “Vinny here?” he asked a young man who nodded.

“I’ll get him, he’s in the back.” The kid practically sprinted to the end of the store down to a small door that must’ve led to an office. After a moment a large man emerged, his eyes hard as he looked around from one boxer to another.

“Greyson, thanks so much for the meeting at the store.” The two of them clasped hands and Greyson grinned. “Oh, you brought a lady friend, to what do I owe this pleasure?” his eyes sparkled.

“Jo,” I said as I shook his hand.

“Jo, we have women kickboxers and MMA artists if you ever want to come by. I’ll set you up real good.”

I smiled. “I might just do that.”

I’d always wanted to learn how to defend myself.

“Been treating you well?” Greyson asked.

Vinny nodded. “Working me hard. Been doing well, though. Here is your rent. And a little bit extra to put towards that start up loan.”

“I told you; that was a gift.” Greyson frowned.

“I know you did, but I pay my debts. No gifts when we are in business together, huh?” I liked Vinny. He seemed completely respectable.

“Alright, man. I respect that.” Greyson took the envelope and stuck it in the pocket of his suit jacket.

“Next time you come back, bring your workout gear, I’ll give you a session myself,” Vinny grinned.

“You bet your ass I will.”

The two of them left on good terms.

“Vinny used to work at the shop with us. Good guy. Always wanted to start his own place. So I provided some capital and the venue.” He smiled at me. “You really should go, you know. He’s the best trainer I know. Every woman should have some fighting in her background.”

“Where to next?” I asked.

“A little place just up the road, best ice cream in town.”