Aussie: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance (6 page)

I followed behind him. The moment I’d reached him; he was on me. He immediately wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His other hand reached up and cupped a breast.

The way I wanted him overwhelmed me. To have him back here, and now to be with him.

Luke lifted my red dress up over my head and tossed it to the floor. It was crumpled into a ball on the floor. I wouldn’t be needing it. I wanted to feel his hands and mouth all over my body. I ached for his touch.

He reached around and unhooked my bra. I helped him slide it over my shoulders, then let it join my dress on the floor. He wasted no time in hooking his fingers around the elastic waistband of my panties. He shoved them over my hips and pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them, caught up in the high of a fantasy come to life. I slid my heels off and stood before him.

His chin rested against my shoulder. His warm breath on my ear had me dizzy with lust. I was naked in his room, longing to feel him inside of me.

Luke instructed me to sit on his bed.

He towered over me, standing before me. He was already tall, but with me on the bed, naked and vulnerable, his size became more obvious.

He bent down and reached into his nightstand. Pulling out three condoms, all still attached at the perforated edges, he tossed them onto the bed beside me.

As he lifted his shirt off, I couldn’t help but stare. His body was tight. His chest was broad and muscled, and he showcased an amazing set of abs. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to reach out and touch. I slid my fingers over the lines of his torso. His skin was warm and taught. It took everything inside not to lean forward and taste that sweet skin of his.

His hips formed a V-shape, and a fine line of dark hair trailed down from his chest and continued past the waistline of his pants. He unfastened his belt, then his button and zipper.

“Touch me,” he said in a rough whisper, eager and hungry.

I slid my hand down his stomach, and over the elastic of his boxers. Looking up, our eyes met in a long, smoldering gaze. There was fire, lust, intensity between us. He needed me as much as I needed him.

When I drew his boxers down, his hard cock sprang out of them. He was fully erect, rigid. For me.

I parted my lips and leaned forward. Tipping my chin back up, so he could look into my eyes, I took him into my mouth, teasing him first. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and closed them. I inched more of him into my mouth, slowly, surely, taking my time.

His hips gyrated, needing to push it deeper. I could feel him getting even thicker, bigger, harder in my mouth. I took as much of his cock as I could, feeling it nudging the back of my throat.

Luke reached down and moved a strand of my hair to the side, tucking it behind an ear.

I glanced back up at him, wanting him to see his cock deep in my mouth.

“Jesus, Dusk,” was all he could mutter.

He pulled out.

I shifted, trying to capture him in my mouth again, but he moved away.

He touched my bottom lip with his thumb, and rubbed it tenderly. “I’ve waited a long time to see you do that. You have no idea, but if you keep going, I’m going to come. Not yet. I want more than that.”

His determined confidence made him even hotter. I’d do anything he wanted. Anything he said. I couldn’t think. I needed him. Needed him desperately; more desperately than I’ve ever needed anything.

Luke was on me again, his tongue tracing a line from my stomach to my chest. He swept it along the swell of my breast. He quickly moved over my breast and his lips locked onto one of my pebbled nipples. Sucking it into his mouth, he grazed his teeth over it gently.

My back arched and I pressed into him, wanting to get lost in the moment. He licked and sucked my nipple harder. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes.

He moved from one to the other and let out a deep moan.

Moving up my body, he took his time, licking, kissing, and caressing me. The weight of his cock was on my thigh, then notched between my legs. He nipped at my lips and tongue.

It was a tease, as his erection slid along my wetness. I was losing control and couldn’t take the tease much longer. Put it in me, put it in me, just put it in me. Damn, I needed him inside of me. I also needed to remember to keep breathing!

“Please, Luke.” I pulled away from his mouth. “I want to feel you.”

“I don’t want to rush this. Do you?”

My breath was shaky. “No.”

“Should I make you beg for it?” he asked.

“Please don’t,” I answered immediately.

He smiled, then groaned. “That’s almost begging in itself.”

He slid his cock against me, continuing his tease.  When he kissed me, I could tell he was grinning.

“I have a lot of self-control, but my cock doesn’t,” he said with a laugh. “We can always do it fast and hard, then go again, you know.”

“Yes, fast, hard, now.”

He reached beside us, grabbed the condoms and tore one off. After opening the package, he reached down and rolled the condom over his massive cock.

I waited with bated breath.

Luke pushed my thighs open, and knelt between them.

I closed my eyes, anxious to feel him push into me.

“Open your eyes, Dawn. I want to see your eyes the first time I’m inside you.” I’m not going to lie. Hearing him say that, especially in that sexy accent of his – it made me melt.

A hot wave of desire rolled through me in response to his words. In all the fantasies I’d had about him, I’d never come up with lines like that.

He loved control. Loved the power.

And I was more than willing to give it to him.

Before I could process anything else, he pushed inside me. A long, slow, even thrust. Our gaze was locked on one another. My breath stalled. I struggled to keep my eyes open so he could see them. He didn’t blink. He watched my face, my reaction, as he slid deeper into me.

I gasped and my mouth involuntarily formed the shape of an O. Breathe. I needed to breathe.

He started with slow and deep movements, and then faster. He leaned to grab one of my nipples into his mouth. Each sensation was more heavenly than the next.

I held onto him, digging my fingers through his hair. His mouth on me, his cock inside of me; I was afraid to let go of him, afraid I’d wake up and it would all be a dream.

He knelt back up, and with each thrust, he was more powerful, more driven. I arched my hips and bucked to get him deeper. He slipped his hands under my hips and the turned me, flipping me over onto my stomach.

Luke pulled out of me and reached toward the floor. He picked something up, and turned back to me. Black fabric. My panties.

He wrapped them around my wrists, securing me, and pushed into me again. I sucked in as he hit a pleasure point that sent me reeling. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins.

“God, yes…” I called out, begging him to continue what he was doing.

“Come for me, baby. Come now, Dawn.” The words were so evenly measured, the command so natural to him.

He knelt up once again. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. His palm was flat on my back, then moving, his finger made a trail down the center of it, across my ass, around my hip, and down to where he was fucking me.

His fingertip rested on my clit. He wasn’t moving it around. No circles. Nothing like that. Just his finger applying pressure. Literally pushing a button.

Making me get closer, closer, until I cried out his name. My orgasm crashed into me. I raised off of the bed to meet the rhythm of his movement. Holy fuck.

His other hand gently turned my face toward him, so he could watch my expression.

He never moved his other hand. His finger stayed where it was, on my clit, and I’d grown insanely sensitive. I wanted him to move his hand, to take it off, but he wasn’t finished. He made me feel things I never knew I could.

He turned me back over. He drew my tied wrists up over my head and spoke as calmly as he was able. His jaw was tight, he teeth almost clenched. “I can feel you coming around my cock.”

My muscles milked him.

His thick cock swelled as his face turned a new shade of red. He pushed in deeper one more time and held his position. Not moving. He threw his head back and let out a heavy exhale. Not a second later, his cock twitched inside of me. A heated surge pulsed as he came.

We were silent for a few moments as we both caught our breath, then Luke rolled to his side next to me. Reaching down, he removed the condom.

I faced him and hooked a leg over him. I rested my hand on his chest, then ran my fingers over it.

He shook his head and looked at me. “Goddamn, Dawn.”

I could barely breathe. I’d melted into him, wrapping my head around what just happened. “I know.”

As depleted of energy as I was, my brain still managed to conjure up thoughts of what it would have been like if we’d fucked back when we lived in the same house. I knew she was thinking the same thing.

“It would have been so easy,” she said. “My mom and dad never would have known.”

“Something tells me they would have found out.”

“Who cares?”

I lifted my head and kissed her, holding my lips to hers for a moment. “I don’t. Not anymore.”

“What do you mean anymore?”

And here it was. Confession time.

“I always wanted you,” I said.

Her head tilted to the side a little and the corner of her mouth crept upward into a smile. “No way.”

“Yeah way. I’m serious.”

“Then why didn’t—”

“It would have been bad,” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Look at what happened to me. You could have been dragged into the middle of it all. I didn’t want to do that to you.”

Suddenly, she burst out laughing.

I wasn’t expecting it. “What are you laughing at?”

She put her hand over her mouth, trying to stop the giggles from falling out.  “It’s just, my dad. He was so angry that night. I was thinking back is all. After you left, he goes back into the house and his face is beet red. He was seething. Anyway, my mom keeps trying to calm him down. She was pissed, and went on about what a mistake it was to have a boy living in the same house as her teenage daughter. So, all of the sudden, he points to the front door, where you’d just left from, and goes, ‘That kid is tameless!’ and I’m like, huh? Shameless? Untamed? It sounded funny at the time.

“Tameless?”

Dawn nodded. “I didn’t even know it was a word!”

“Yeah, it doesn’t sound right. Untamed, but tameless?”

“This is the best part. I actually looked it up! It is a word. Anyway, it was just weird,” she said. “And it’s not like I was innocent myself, remember?”

I knew exactly what she’d been referring to. I was blown away, just after Halloween, her and some friends snagged some weed. I was like, Dawn? Good girl, smoking weed? I would never have guessed she’d even go there. Hell, I only knew because it dropped out of her glove box when I was with her one time. We’d just parked at school, and there right in front of us was a rent-a-cop, watching over the parking lot.

When the guard saw it, we froze. I reached for it and put it in my coat pocket. No way would I let her get in trouble. I knew the guy saw me. I’d hoped he would.

The security guy told me to get out of the car. When I did, Dawn protested, saying it wasn’t mine. I looked at the guard and said, “She’s trying to save me from getting in more trouble.”

She looked at me incredulously.

I shook my head and glanced back at her. “Not going to work, this time.”

She tried again to insist that it was hers, but the guard knew me—who at school didn’t?—and there was no way he was going to believe it was hers.

It was my first suspension. I’d had plenty of detentions, so many in fact that anything I did next would result in suspension. A bag of weed, no matter how small it was, triggered it.

“I’m sorry you got into trouble for me. I still can’t believe you did that,” she said, her head resting on my chest.

“No big deal,” I said, and it wasn’t. I’d take the fall for her any day. I’d protect her at all costs.

“It was a huge deal, and you know it.” She looked away from me, right at the wall, at nothing, and I could tell she was contemplating something. Without looking back at me, she said, “I used to blame myself.”

“For what?”

“Everything that happened to you after that day.” I could hear it in her voice, the sorrow and self-blame.

I pulled her closer. “Look at me.”

She had trouble making eye contact with me, and kept looking away.

I placed my hand under her chin, tipping her head up, and met her gaze. “Nothing I did was your fault. Do you hear me? Nothing. I’m the one who made bad choices in life, not you. I’m responsible for my behavior. Nobody else.”

“Sometimes I wonder if things would have turned out differently if you didn’t take the fall for me that day.”

I got what she was saying, but she wasn’t looking at the big picture. I shook my head. “Of course things would have been different. But the outcome would have been the same. I would have skipped school. I still would’ve pulled the fire alarm during the athletic award assembly, or whatever that shit was called. You didn’t do anything to cause me to do the tuna fish thing.”

She sat up quickly. “Oh my God, I almost forgot about that.”

One day the school cafeteria had served this awful tuna casserole, which was really nothing more than canned tuna with some noodles and some kind of disgusting cream sauce. I put mine in a plastic bag and, between classes, took off the side of the math teacher’s desktop and placed the casserole inside. That afternoon, the heat and the fan produced a stench that had the entire wing of the school shut down. They eventually found the bag, but never solved the mystery. Only Dawn knew I’d done it.

“Stupid pranks,” I said. “The shrink told me I was acting out for attention. She was wrong. I knew why I did all of those things. Same reason I was doing drugs. It was the only thing that made me feel alive. It was like the thrill of doing something dangerous made me feel human. Honestly, I’d been dead to everything for so long after the accident, you know? I was numb. Couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t know how to change it, but when I’d do something stupid like that, suddenly I was alive again. Breathing.”

She put her chin back on my chest, but didn’t say anything.

“The same was true of sex. That’s why I was with different girls and never stayed with just one,” I admitted.

She sighed heavily, her breath warm on my chest. “I don’t want to talk about other girls. I just need to know what you thought about me.”

“Sometimes when you were in my room and we were watching movies, I wanted to lock the door and take all your clothes off and fuck you on my bed.”

Dawn flushed. Her cheeks were plastered in a soft pink hue.

“Or,” I said, “sometimes I wanted to pull you into the bathroom with me and do it in the shower.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled. “I had no idea. I mean, you never seemed to be interested in me that way. Not that I noticed, anyway.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Lying came second nature to me after my parents died. I don’t know why, maybe to hide my true feelings.”

I waited for her to tell me she had thought about us back then, but instead she said, “Well, you did an excellent job hiding your interest. All those girls you brought into your room? Nice touch.”

“Jealous?”

She squeezed my nipple. “No.”

“I think yes,” I said with a grin, challenging her.

She squeezed harder without saying anything.

I kept my expression blank. “Squeeze all you want. Maybe I like that.”

I started to reach for her nipple, and she let go, backing away, wrapping herself in the sheet. Almost squealing. Laughing. Rolling away from me as I tried to unwrap her.

So this is what it might have been like…

“Why do you have a lion tattoo?” she asked, her fingers tracing the outline of the ink on my left pec.

“When I was in rehab, this therapist said to think about something that makes me feel confident and strong. Sort of like an anchor to hold onto. So when I’m faced with temptation, I could focus on it. So, when my addiction was calling to me, I could think of my anchor to help get me through the moment of weakness.”

She watched me intently as I spoke.

I continued the story. “As a kid, I loved lions. I was fascinated with them and would watch documentaries, read books about them, had stuffed lions and plastic figures. Only, when I moved into your home, I didn’t have most of my things with me. I never really tried to replace them, just left them behind I guess with everything else. So, when the shrink said to pick something, a lion came to mind. Then when I got out of rehab, I got the tattoo. I wasn’t sure where I was going to get it put at first. I thought about maybe a massive one on my back, or one that wrapped around my arm, but I finally decided to put it over my heart.”

“That’s nice. I like that you chose your heart,” she said, her eyes a little watery.