Being the Bad Boy's Victim (41 page)

“Hey!” Connor protested, while Matt laughed loudly.

“You called me…”

“A girl on a mission!” Jess finished, making me burst out laughing. She grinned at me and tilted her head, thinking.

“And then you warned me all about Connor and his friends…” I trailed off, giggling at their surprised expressions.

“And what did Miss Poston say about me?” James asked, snatching a giggling Jess in his arms.

“That you were a big, bad wolf,” I giggled as Jess fervently denied it.

Connor took that moment to try and make a grab for me, but I sneakily sidestepped him.

“I personally love to think back to that time you tripped me in gym class, and I passed out.” I shot a pointed glare at Connor, making him pale slightly and open his mouth like he was about to say something.

“I remember that, too!” Jess said, pulling away from James and coming to stand by my side.

“Hey! That was Connor, not me!” James cried out.

Connor glared at him and he just shrugged before they both looked back to us.

“Okay, so maybe I wasn’t always an angel.”

Jess and I scoffed and rolled our eyes.

“But… now I am?” Connor seemed lost and unsure of what to say.

“I think we all know who the real angel is,” Matt said, pointing to himself with a bread roll.

We stared at the food that was in front of him, and I realized what I wanted to do. Grinning, I turned back to Connor and James.

“Well, Connor, you tripped me, shoved food in my face, and…”

“Remember when I took you to McDonalds?” Connor cut me off, a smile spreading across his face.

“That was the worst!” I laughed out.

“What do you mean? That…”

“I jumped out of the car, Connor,” I deadpanned, making him pause to think about it.

“Oh yeah!” He started laughing loudly as he remembered. “And then we had that heart to heart about me…”

“Not being good at dating,” I whispered out, now grinning.

“And then you tried to get me in bed after I drove you home.”

What?!
I seethed inside.

I gasped and ignored Jess and Matt's laughter, and James's smug smile. “No, I…” I stammered.

“Kissed me and then invited me in for… Well, you know what for,” Connor directed his last words at James, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Dick!” I turned and grabbed Matt’s half-eaten sandwich, slapping it on Connor’s face. “That was for the pasta.”

There was a moment of silence as the sandwich slid down the side of his face, and fell to the floor.

“M-my sandwich…”

I turned back to see a heartbroken Matt. But before I could apologize, his face twisted in anger and he threw a bread roll at me.

“Boys against girls!” James yelled, rushing to the fridge.

I managed to grab a ketchup bottle and sprinted over to the sink where the mini-hose thing was.

“Oh, my God! Stop it!” Jess was running in circles as Matt pelted grapes at her and James splattered her with yogurt.

My eyes met Connor’s dark ones, and I visibly gulped as he made his way over to me.

“Don’t take another step!” I warned, raising the ketchup bottle.

“Oh really? I don’t believe you.” His eyes flickered to the bottle then back to me.

“Yeah, well, you better believe it, babe.” I grinned at him as I began spraying him with the ketchup. Then, I pulled up the mini-hose and began what Connor would most likely consider as waterboarding.

Oh, mini-hose, how I love you so!

“What the heck are you doing?” Jess shrieked, causing me to look up at her. She was lying spread-eagled on the ground while James straddled her and Matt smeared chocolate all over her face.

“Aha!” exclaimed Connor.

Then my mini-hose was knocked out of my hands as Connor pushed me against the counter, his crotch grinding up against my ass. Call me an old lady because I just had a hot flash right then and there.

“Hmm, looks like I’m already making you wet,” Connor whispered, grinding his hips some more.

“Incoming!”

I craned my neck to see Jess throw a watermelon at Connor’s head, which was, mind you, right next to mine.

A watermelon! A mother-freaking watermelon!

Connor ducked and pulled me down as the watermelon exploded on the cabinet behind our heads. I couldn’t help but grin widely when I realized he had sheltered my body with his own.

“Awww!” Matt cooed, “Connor is protecting his girl!”

James and Jess grinned at us. But when I took in Jess’ chocolate-covered face, I got slightly scarred for life.

“He’s like your bodyguard,” James pointed out when we stood up.

Connor smiled at me, his arms wrapped comfortably around my waist.

A nice, pleasant silence followed. Then, Jess decided that she should ruin it by…

“And I… will always love you!”

We all jumped in astonishment as she sang her head off, chocolate-smeared face and all.

“You’re mental!” I said, cutting her off.

She gave us all a dramatic curtsy before dancing away.

“You like her because…”

I gasped and reached out to slap Matt’s chest as he profusely apologized. Then, I let out a short laugh and looked around the ruined kitchen, my eyes stopping at the chunks of watermelon that lay scattered at one corner.

“I can’t believe that crazy bitch threw a watermelon at us,” I declared with amusement.

“There is a God!” Connor breathed out as he shut the door after Matt, James, and Jess left.

They decided to go watch
Despicable Me 2
, while Connor and I stayed behind to rest, after cleaning up everything, that is.

“Your hands are prune-y,” he observed, lifting one of my hands up as he sat on the couch next to me.

“Well, that was the second shower of the day for me,” I replied, my eyes closed.

Connor shifted me so that I was pretty much sitting on his lap, with my head resting in the crook of his neck. Because of the unexpected, but gentle movement, I let out a soft groan.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing,” I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Bells,” Connor’s voice was soft and so concerned that I gave in.

“My back hurts,” I whispered. “It’s not too bad, just a little sore.”

Without another word, Connor lifted me and carried me up to his room. He gingerly placed me on the large bed.

“Get on your stomach,” he told me.

Was it wrong that only dark and dirty thoughts filled my mind at the sound of those words?
Still, I nervously swallowed and did as I was told, my body trembling slightly. I bit my lip when I felt the bed dip down, and Connor climb on top of me, legs on either side.

“Relax,” he instructed me.

Well, let me tell you something, when a guy—who’s hotter than the sun—was straddling you and lifted up your shirt, you would certainly find it hard to relax.

Then I felt his warm, soothing hands on my back, as he began kneading my muscles slowly, testing the area out.

“Where’s the pain?”

“Uh… I… it’s…” I couldn’t even form a proper sentence. I was in such bliss.

“The pain?” Connor asked, his lips by my ear.

“L-lower back,” I choked out, tightly squeezing my eyes shut. A light gasp left my lips as I felt cool air wash over my exposed back and Connor took that moment to lightly pull the large sweatpants down an inch or two. I had no doubt that part of my ass was then on display.

I felt my body go limp as Connor’s magical hands worked his way through my tense muscles. I couldn’t help myself and let out a soft moan, which made Connor freeze.

Nicely done, skank.

“Bells,” his voice was strained and he seemed like he was in pain.

I shifted so I could see him better, worried that he might be hurt.

“Connor? Are you okay? Is there…?”

“I want you so fucking badly.”

I choked on air and felt my body go rigid before I could calm myself down.

“You don’t know how badly I want to take you.” His lips was hovering over my ear now. “Right here, right now.”

It felt as if years had passed before I spoke.

“Then, take me,” I whispered.

Connor’s eyes snapped up to meet mine, a surprised look on his face. I let out an impatient groan and managed to roll onto my back underneath him. He continued to just stare down at me, still in a state of shock.

“Oh, for the love of…”

He cut me off with a tantalizingly sweet kiss. His mouth molded perfectly with mine, and the hot spark in my stomach grew. He pulled away after a couple of minutes, his forehead resting against mine.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I’m nervous,” I whispered.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

“I know you will,” I replied as I pulled him in for another heated kiss. And then I felt his hands grip the end of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. That broke up our kiss, which gave him the opportunity to look over my body, nodding his head appreciatively.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered, before taking off his own shirt.

My eyes trailed over his perfectly sculpted body. “And you’re photoshopped!” I declared with amazement.

Connor threw his head back as he laughed loudly, before looking back at me.

“It’s like you don’t even realize how perfect you are.” He shook his head, as if in disbelief.

His mouth returned to mine and after a couple of minutes, his lips travelled to my neck and I felt his hands cup my breasts, kneading them gently. With all kinds of sensation building up inside me, I didn’t even bother stopping a loud moan from escaping my lips, making Connor smile against my neck.

I sucked in a breath as his hands trailed down to my hips, toying with the top of the sweatpants. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach as he kissed a trail down my exposed belly, and gently pulled off the sweatpants, discarding them quickly. My hands gripped the sheets as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my underwear, causing me to squirm.

“You sure?” Those two words held so much concern and care in them that they took my breath away for a minute.

“Positive.”

He expertly slipped off my underwear, though his eyes never left mine. I felt my nerves explode within me as his eyes trailed down my body, only stopping once they reached the now exposed area.

A husky groan came from Connor and he looked back up at me with pleading eyes.

“Please, Bells, let me make you feel good.”

I just nodded at him in response, unsure of what he meant.

Biting my lower lip nervously, I felt his hand gently pull apart my legs, leaving me completely exposed. A heated feeling shot through my body and I held in a whimper. Connor lightly lifted my legs up, and let them rest on his shoulders.

A loud whimper escaped from my lips as he blew a light stream of air directly into me, and I nearly lost it as he gripped my inner thighs. His mouth hovered directly over my center, which made me squirm and shift underneath him.

After what seemed like years, I then felt his tongue making contact, causing me to squirm and shake with delight. He didn’t hesitate or tease me from that point on, and eagerly began lapping me up. His mouth trailed up to that sensitive spot, and I felt a wave of pleasure flood me when his tongue flicked across it, and then began sucking down on it. But as an overwhelming amount of pleasure washed through me, Connor pulled away. I felt like screaming as he let my legs drop to the side. It was then that I realized he was taking off his pants and his boxers. I let out a gasp at his size, and felt my hands grow clammy. He leaned over me, his body hovering over mine, as he reached into the bedside table, pulling out a condom. Using his teeth, he ripped it open, and quickly put it on.

“Are you…?”