Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2)

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Copyright© 2013
Jenika
Snow

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-649-2

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
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DEDICATION

For everyone who likes a bad boy.

I want to give a big thank you to the readers, because you guys
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DENYING THE BAD BOY

Tattooed and
Pierced, 2

Jenika
Snow

Copyright © 2013

Chapter
One

The asshole clocked Alex in the jaw, and immediately
a tangy, metallic flavor filled his mouth. He turned his head, spit out the
blood, and turned back to Karson. Alex shouldn’t have had so much to drink, and
he certainly shouldn’t have hit on the beefy wrestler’s girlfriend, especially
when he knew Karson had one hell of a temper, but damn she looked good and had
been eye-fucking him the whole night. How could someone expect a guy not to
notice a girl wearing clothes so tight he could see her fucking nipples through
her shirt, or practically make out the outline of her pussy when she bent over?
He was only human for fuck’s sake.

“You’re a stupid fucking prick, and I’m going to
enjoy knocking your ass down.” Alex hadn’t been aiming to fuck her, but shit, a
little flirting never hurt … not until right now. Karson rolled his head on his
shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Alex may have a good three inches on the
wrestler’s six foot frame, but Karson was a thick asshole from four years of
college wrestling. Hell, the guy didn’t even have a neck.

The frat house party was in full swing still, but a horde
of people had congregated around them. Their excitement to see more bloodshed
was tangible, and the pounding bass of the rap
music,
and the spectators’ hollers and yells for them to throw another punch, had
adrenalin pounding through Alex’s veins. The alcohol became a dim entity inside
of him, and he straightened to his full six-foot-three height, rolled his
shoulders, and got ready to get dirty. Yeah, he started this shit, but he was
about to end it. He would not look like some kind of pussy, not when he could
hold his own.

“Well, come on then.” Karson’s face turned a deep
shade of red, not something that looked particularly good with his bright red
hair. The burly fucker charged him and started swinging, his anger causing his
movements to be sloppy and uncoordinated. Alex may have had a good buzz going
on, but he had gotten into enough fights to do this shit in his sleep. A fist
came at him, and he blocked it. Bringing his arm back and then forward, he
slammed his knuckles into Karson’s jaw. The asshole’s lip split, and blood
started a slow trail down his chin. The crowd went wild, and Alex would be
lying if he said he wasn’t getting off on it. Their chants for more became a
rhythmic movement inside of him, and he went after the wrestler.
A right hook
to the chin, and then a punch to the gut had
Karson doubling over and grunting in pain.

“You fucker.”
Alex
grinned when the wrestler stood again and bared his red tinged teeth. “You walk
around here like you fucking own the place.”

He swung, and Alex moved out of the way a millisecond
before his fist connected with the side of his head. They did this several more
times until the crowd got restless and Alex had enough of this fucking dance.
He moved to the right to block Karson’s blow, and then followed up with two
hits to his kidneys. Karson went down like a big fucking sack of potatoes, and
Alex knew he’d be pissing blood for a week. He groaned and grunted, trying to
rise but instead wrapped his arms around his waist and stayed in the fetal
position. Karson’s girl came running up to him, dropped to her knees, and
started petting his bloody chin. Alex didn’t stay around and watch, and instead
spit out another mouthful of blood and spit and pushed his way through the
crowd. Several of his fellow teammates slammed him on the back and started
giving him a play-by-play of the fight, like he hadn’t been in the thick of it.
He just kept moving.

The frat house was filled to the brim with students
from OSU as well as a few of the smaller colleges in Columbus. A girl wrapped
her arms around his neck and pressed her tits into his side.

“Alex.” Her whiny, slurred voice and the stench of
the buttery nipples she had been downing told him she was drunker than shit,
which was an immediate turnoff. Unhooking her arms from him, he gently pushed
her away. She pouted her red painted lips and took a step closer to him. He
shook his head.
“But why?
You’ve slept with half the
girls here. Am I not hot enough?”

So what if he liked to fuck? It was a natural desire
for humans, but the chicks he slept with had never been drunk. That was where
he drew the line. For one thing it shriveled up his dick when they were
sloppier than
shit,
and for another thing he had heard
of several guys getting accused of rape during parties like this. He didn’t
want to be associated with any of that shit.

“I’m not into doing it with girls that can’t stand
up straight without weaving to the side.” It took her a few seconds to
understand what he was saying.

“I’m not drunk.” She said this at the same time she
weaved to the side.

“
Kait
.”
A
little blonde came walking up to the
drunk
chick,
whispered something in her ear, and scowled over at him. He held up his hands,
not about to be accused of taking advantage of anyone, and turned to head back
into the kitchen.
 

The kitchen was packed, and a small line was formed
for the keg. He didn’t want any beer, but a shot sounded like it might hit the
spot, especially since he had just finished that fight and his blood was still
pumping. He probably could have found a sober chick to screw, but a shot of
whiskey sounded more appealing at the moment. He really should just go pass out
in one of the rooms since he had to be up early for football practice, but fuck
it.

“Alex, my man.”
Kash
Lennon slapped him on the back and held up the bottle of Crown. He lifted his
eyebrows, and Alex grinned and tilted his head in a nod of acknowledgment. He
had known Kash for the last four years, ever since he had started his freshman
year at OSU. They’d hit it off right away when they shared an economics class
together. Kash may be quiet and keep to himself, but people did tend to stay
away from him, what with the fucker being nearly six and a half feet tall,
covered in ink, and having his lower lip pierced. He looked like one badass
motherfucker, but was loyal as hell, and Alex was honored to call him a friend.

“Fuck, dude, you look like you got your ass handed
to you.” Kash poured them each a shot. They tipped the glasses back in unison,
and Alex hissed as the liquor stung his split lip. He gestured for Kash to pour
another round.

“Yeah, well you should see the other guy.”

Kash chuckled, and then they repeated tossing the
shots down and pouring a third. Alex felt the alcohol start to burn its way
through his veins, and the buzz that had faded during the fight started to take
hold once more. The fight with Karson had dimmed the high he felt, and now he
was anxious to get right back there, minus hitting on chicks with boyfriends.

“Don’t you have practice at the ass crack of dawn
tomorrow?” Kash leaned against the counter and crossed his big fucking arms
over his chest. Alex swore the guy got bigger every time he saw him.

“Yeah, but it isn’t like I haven’t practiced
hung-over before.” They both chuckled, but then their eyes were riveted to a
hot blonde that walked past them. Alex zeroed in on her ass, and watched the
almost hypnotic sway of her hips, and the jiggle of that juicy body part. He
wasn’t so much of an ass man, but fuck she had a big, round one that he itched
to get his fingers around. The high heels she wore plumped out her ass even
more. He was also a tit kind of guy, and that girl had that going on, too.

“Damn, dude, she is
smokin
’.”

“You
gonna
hit that
tonight?” Alex asked when he noticed Kash staring at the blonde who had now
parked herself right beside the keg. Her pants were so damn tight there was no
way she was wearing panties.
Panties.
Another fetish
Alex had, and not one he was not ashamed of.