Authors: Jenika Snow

Giving It to the Bad Boy

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ISBN: 978-1-77130-549-5

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Editor: Karyn White

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DEDICATION

Live like there is no tomorrow.

As always I want to thank Evernight Publishing for being so great every step of the way! I'd like to thank my family and friends for always being there and having my back, and I'd like to give a big shout-out to the readers that are so supportive and show me love each and every time. I want you all to know that you hold a special place in my heart.

GIVING IT TO THE BAD BOY

Tattooed and Pierced, 1

Jenika Snow

Chapter One

The music was so loud Kiera’s ears rang.
Why did you agree to go to this party again?
Kiera gripped onto Molly’s arm as they weaved through the thick throng of people. She recognized a lot of

them, mainly seniors and juniors, but there were a few sophomores thrown in. The rest had to be from out of town and in college. That would be the only explanation why they seemed to have an

abundance of alcohol at a high school party.

Eminem rapping about bitches and hos filled the room in loud, angry lyrics. Kiera couldn’t help

but cringe. She had never been one to listen to this type of music before, and she found the crude

language on the offensive side, although she supposed her lack of appreciation of what was trendy

made her look even more like a geek then she already did. When she had agreed to go with Molly to

Haden Hollister’s party it had been more of an impulse. She honestly didn’t think her best friend

would make her follow through with it.

“Is Ian coming tonight?” Kiera had to practically scream over the music, but either Molly didn’t

hear, or she didn’t want to talk about it. Kiera had been best friends with Molly since the fifth grade.

Ian lived next door to Molly, and when they had started high school together the three of them had

stuck together. The three were now seniors at State Montessa High, ate lunch together, and hung out

occasionally on the weekends, but where Kiera had delved into her studies, Molly and Ian were more

into the social scene. Maybe it was because they were closer to each other since they had known one

another their whole lives?

So, against her better judgment, Kiera agreed to go to a party. Being known as geeky at school

had made her an introvert, but Kiera preferred her solitude. The only reason she even agreed to go

tonight was because Molly and Ian were having a tiff, and Kiera was sick of Molly sulking around.

Kiera didn’t know what was going on between them, but they hadn’t been speaking for a week, which

had to be a record for any of them. Every time Kiera questioned Molly what the issue was, she would

instantly clam up and have a pissy attitude. So, against her better judgment and missing re-runs of

Roseanne
, Kiera had agreed to go with her, hoping it would make her in a better mood.

The people were shoulder to shoulder in Haden’s large Colonial style house. The smell of beer,

sweat, and something far more sexual in nature permeated the air.

“Come on, let’s get a beer,” Molly yelled over her shoulder and pulled Kiera more quickly

through the crowd. They reached the kitchen and stood with several other people as they waited for a drink. Aiden Santino stood at the keg, filling up the typical red Solo cups and handing them out. After they got their beer they headed to the living room in search of a place to sit. Several people stopped them to talk to Molly since she was far more popular than Kiera. As Kiera stood there, drinking the

bitter ass beer and people-watching, her skin tingled, and the hair on her arms stood. She knew

without even seeing him that Reese Trenton had just entered the room.

****

The people parted for him like he was something special. He knew the truth, knew he was

nothing but a sad, lonely boy who went through life filling voids that could never truly be filled. The music was loud, and the steady thump of the bass filled him. The alcohol and a steady stream of

females from the parties helped him to forget what a shitty life he had. Despite everyone knowing

what and who he was, they still saw him as something more than what he was. The guys were afraid

of him, and the girls wanted to fuck him. It would have sounded conceited if he hadn’t been living that life for the past four years. Ever since he beat the shit out of some kid for airing his dirty laundry out to a room full of people, everyone looked up to him. Reese supposed his size aided in that

department, but he needed to be strong, especially when good ol’ Pops came home on a bender and

tried to use him as his personal punching bag. Those days had ended two years ago, right after Reese had put up with enough shit and showed his old man exactly how it felt to get knocked around. He may not get hit anymore, but that didn’t stop his dad from telling him daily how worthless he really was.

He saw her before she saw him. What in the hell was Kiera Sheppard—a good girl—doing at

Haden Hollister’s party? This was definitely not a place for her to be, and not because she wasn’t the most popular girl in school. Reese didn’t give a shit about any of that, but he knew the fucked-up shit that happened at these parties. Debauchery was the norm. She stood by her friend, and he didn’t miss how she grimaced every time she took a sip from her red Solo cup. Reese hid his smile at that image.

He might use his fists to solve his problems, but he was a fucking coward when it came to Kiera. For four damn years he’d watched her from a distance, seeing a light inside of her that rivaled his

darkness. If he wasn’t such a bastard with a fucked-up background, he might have gone up to her,

asked her on a date even. Those days had long passed, because the truth was Reese was no good. Not

for anyone, but especially not for Kiera Sheppard. He was toxic and wrong on so many levels, and

exposing that kind of ugliness to something as sweet and kind as Kiera was a disaster in the making.

He might be an asshole, but he wouldn’t ruin her.

****

Kiera was very aware that her reaction to Reese was completely unjust. They didn’t even know

each other, and had only said about ten words the last four years since they started State Montessa.

Maybe it was the whole “bad boy” persona that seemed to hang over him, or the devil-may-care

attitude he held onto? Whatever it was, it had Kiera’s body lighting up like a firecracker every time he stepped into the same room.

She let her eyes sweep through the room and stopped when she spotted him. He was larger than

many of the other guys in height and build, but that wasn’t how she noticed him. Whatever aura

surrounded him demanded attention immediately. People parted for him, as if they were afraid to be

too close. Tonight he wore a plain white t-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. His head was bent low, and his ball cap concealed his face for the most part. His sleeves of tattoos covered both of his arms.

The fact he was only eighteen and already had arms full of ink should have freaked her out, but

instead she found it highly arousing. Kiera even remembered when he started to get them. The end of

junior year they slowly appeared, and by the time they came back from summer vacation to start their senior year they had tripled in quantity. Now, with it being close to the end of the school year, he had added on to them. She didn’t know any parent who would let their kid get tattoos at such a young age, but she had heard the rumors about his home life: Broken. Alcoholic. Trash. Despite the nasty

background, Reese was popular. In fact, people tended to bow at his feet, so to speak.

He made his way through the crowd, most likely to where the alcohol was. She knew the three

guys who followed. Marcus Thayer, Christian Montgomery, and Leo Marks were just as much trouble

as Reese, or maybe it was the other way around? Either way they were all bad news. The four guys

disappeared into the kitchen, and even over the music Kiera could hear the girls swooning over

Reese. It was no secret he slept around. The girls he had already screwed wanted more, and the ones

he hadn’t gotten to yet pawed at his feet for his attention. It was sad and pathetic, but of course she couldn’t blame them. Of course Kiera had her own deep, dark secret, one she had never told Ian or

Molly. If they knew she had fantasized about being under Reese Trenton, feeling his big, hard body on top of hers and thrusting away, they would think she was insane. He was trouble all the way, and her father already kept his shotgun loaded in case any boy ever showed up at her doorstep. Yeah, despite all of that she wanted him in the worst kind of way.

“Kiera? You on planet Earth?”

She looked at Molly, who stared at her as if she had grown another head.

“I called your name like three times.” Her face heated, and she knew Molly noticed. Molly

looked toward the kitchen, and her brows furrowed. When she looked Kiera again she still had a look

of confusion on her face.

“What?” Kiera took her beer and started guzzling it. She was nervous and knew it showed.

“Who were you looking at?”

Kiera coughed as beer went down the wrong pipe. “Nothing. Nobody.”

Molly’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a damn liar, and a bad one at that.”