Convict: A Bad Boy Romance (43 page)

I swirl my tongue around her delicate nub once, and her back arches, her thighs flex.

“Make me come,” she says.

I do it again. She moans, right at the brink, and I pull back, her hands coming loose.

Tessa’s still lying on the bed, tattered sheets around her, sunburned and flushed, disheveled, legs still wide. It’s the the absolute hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Her chest is rising and falling, her nipples puckered and hard, and I take a good, long look, searing it in my memory forever.

H
e pulls away
from me and stands, the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. I almost say
I didn’t come yet
, but then I realize he
knows
. He could have made me come in another three seconds, but he didn’t.

Cocky bastard
, I think, and then he pulls down his boxers and I realize how
accurate
that statement is.

Because holy
fuck
that’s a cock. For a moment I just stare at it uncertainly because I’m totally out of my depth, and then I realize he’s
laughing
at me, and I sit up on the bed.

I open my mouth to say something but he puts his hand on my face with his thumb across my mouth and I run my tongue along it, then part my lips and take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it and twirling my tongue around it as I look up at him.

He’s not laughing anymore, that’s for damn sure, and I reach out and close my fist around the base of his enormous cock. It throbs in my hand, and he pulls his thumb out of my mouth.

“You want my mouth on anything else?” I ask, and stroke my fist the length of his cock.

Still sitting on the bed, I lean over and lick his perfect abs, my tongue sliding along a dent in the muscle, and he growls, somewhere deep in his chest.

“You have to ask,” I say, letting my lips brush his skin, my hand still sliding along his length. My whole body feels like it’s humming with my near-orgasm, and all I can think about is how he’ll taste in my mouth. The
noises
he’ll make as I suck him off.

“Get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth,” he says, his voice rough.

Then I’m there, both hands on his erection now, looking up at him.

I draw my tongue slowly along the underside of it and then over the top and I feel him
shudder.
I look up again and our eyes meet, his dark with lust.

Still looking right at him, I move my lips over the head of his cock and swirl my tongue around it again, sucking, both hands on the shaft and he
groans
, his hands on my head.

I move my mouth up and back down slowly, his cock pushing my jaw open as I take more of him into my mouth with every stroke until he’s
groaning
.

“Fuck
that feels good, Tessa,” he says, between his clenched teeth.

I moan into his cock. I can’t help it, because I’m dripping wet and because I want this more than I’ve ever wanted
anything
.

“Moan for my cock again,” he says, and even though I can hear a hint of that grin in his voice I moan again, louder and longer this time as my core
pulses
with need.

Before I know what I’m doing my other hand is between my legs, slippery with my juices and I’m rubbing it in circles around my clit because I
need
release, even as I take his cock into my mouth as far as I possibly can and hear him
groan
.

I’m rubbing myself frantically now, pulling my mouth back and sliding down his shaft, but then he moves back, taking his cock out of my mouth. I move my hand away from myself but he’s already seen me and he’s grinning as he grabs me by the arms and pulls me up and sits me on the bed again.

“You liked it that much?” he asks, and he doesn’t wait for an answer, just kisses me hard and pushes me backward. “You like my cock so much you had to touch yourself?”

I can taste myself on him and it’s oddly arousing, but then he pulls back, grabs my hand, and licks my fingers. Now he’s kneeling in between my legs, the tip of his massive erection resting on my lower belly, my legs around him.

I reach down and grab his erection and just taking it in my hand makes me almost dizzy with lust.

“
Fuck
I want you,” he growls. He leans over me, his face next to mine, and I’m practically folded in half, pinned to the bed.

“I can tell,” I whisper, and he smirks.

A hand slides down my thigh and then he’s running his fingers along my lips, brushing against my clit and I gasp, my other hand tight on his bicep.

“I
know
you want me, tiger,” he whispers. “You’re so wet you’re soaking through the sheets.”

He slides one finger into my pussy and I nearly scream, his cock
throbbing
in my hand.

“Tell me,” he says.

He slides another finger in and then crooks them slowly against that
spot
and my eyes squeeze shut as I
moan
.

“You have to tell me how much you want my cock in you,” he whispers, and he slides in a third finger, moves them again and I’m grabbing his arm so hard there’s probably going to be a bruise there tomorrow.

“I want you,” I gasp.

“You can do better than that,” he says.

His face is an inch in front of mine, and I lick my lips.

“This is how you like it, right? Missionary with the lights out,” he says, his rough voice vibrating through me.

I blink, and then almost laugh. This is a
million
times hotter than any other missionary-with-the-lights-off sex I’ve had before.

He moves his fingers again and instead of laughing I gasp and whisper, “
Oh, fuck.”

I take a deep breath.

“Fuck me,” I say. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

He groans, fingers in me, and pushes his cock against my hand.

“Say it again,” he says.

“Fuck me
now
,” I growl. “I need your cock
in me
.”

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers. “I have to fuck you bare.”

I’ve never fucked
anyone
bare, not even my ex. I’m cautious by nature, but the only thing that matters right now is getting Alex inside me.

Besides, I find the thought reckless and oddly
arousing
.

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “Just fuck me.”

“You
like
it,” he says, then he bites my ear. “You
like
that we’re going skin to skin.”

For a moment, his face goes serious.

“I always wrap it up,” he murmurs in my ear.

Well, not always
, I think, but then he slides his fingers out of my pussy and then pulls me forward, resting the head of his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around him and
squeeze
. He bites my shoulder and I feel the head of his cock slide inside me.

I gasp and then hold my breath. I’m afraid it’ll hurt but instead he sinks inside me like we were made to fit. I exhale, moaning.

“You feel fucking perfect, tiger,” he says, his voice a growl against my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this for
days
.”

I mean to say
me too
.

It comes out different, a breathy gasp: “Shut up and fuck me.”

He pauses for a second, buried deep inside me, and his eyes light up and he
grins
, his face almost feral.

“I could have
sworn
I was,” he says.

He pulls his cock out of me, making all the muscles in my body jerk, and then thrusts back in, slow but
hard
and a small noise escapes my lips as my entire body goes white-hot.

Then he does it again and again and
god
, I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast but this is what I
need,
this perfect slow mind-blowing torture.

With his next thrust my head bumps against the bars of the headboard, and I reach up and grab one. Before I know it his hand is wrapped around mine, holding it there, and he
growls
as he thrusts again, his cock finding that deep,
perfect
place inside me that makes me moan and sends fire through my veins.

I’m right on the edge, barely hanging on, but instead of fucking me again he leans down and kisses me, his hand still over mine, and it’s oddly slow and sensual even as I can feel him
throb
with desire inside me. I know the tiniest movement would set me off and send me spinning into the stratosphere, but he’s perfectly still except for his lips and his tongue, exploring my own.

It’s the most intimate moment I’ve ever had.

Then he pulls his mouth away and we’re both breathing hard, his face serious in the dark.

“You like this, tiger?” he asks. “You like how I feel inside you?”

“Yes,” I manage to gasp.

“Good,” he murmurs. “But I’m done fucking you like a prude.”

He pulls out, and I have half a second to wonder what the fuck about that was
prudish
before he’s rolling me over.

“Get on your knees,” he says and I do, my back to him. Then his hands are on my waist and his mouth is on my shoulder, the skin a little tender where he bit it before.

“Grab the bars,” he says, and I wrap my fingers around the shiny metal, bracing myself as his hands are everywhere on me.

Then his cock is at my entrance and this time I don’t have to ask, he just pushes himself in all the way to the hilt.

“Oh!” I shout, my hands tightening on the bars of the headboard.

“I
told
you you’d shout,” he says into my ear.

His arms are so tight around my waist that I can barely move, my back arched in pleasure.

“Do it again,” I say, turning my head toward him and he kisses me savagely again, and then he does, just as hard and slow as before but
deeper
this time, like he’s found some secret place in my body that belongs to
him
.

He fucks me again, and then again, and with every stroke I can feel him bring me millimeters closer to the edge. I can barely
breathe
, I need to come so bad.

“Faster,” I finally say, my voice a rough whisper. “God, just make me come.”

“I will,” he says, his lips against the back of my neck. “When I do, they’re going to hear you back in Los Angeles.”

I believe him. I feel like I’m having sex for the very first time, like I’m finally figuring out why people get so
excited
about sex.

“I could fuck you forever,” he says into my ear. “That’s how good it feels to be inside you.”

His hands slide along my arms until he locks his hands over mine, his tattooed muscles flexing in the moonlight. He squeezes my hands and his fingers slide between mine, his chest against my back, his cock totally buried inside me.

I’m
there
, right on the edge again.

“Say my name,” he tells me.

I take in a deep, long, ragged breath and flex my pussy muscles.
Anything
to make him fuck me just one more time.

Except doing what he wants.

“Why?” I ask, my whole body trembling.

He pushes against me so slightly it might be my imagination but I
groan
so loud that the sound fills the whole room.

“Because you thought you wouldn’t,” he says. “Because I wanted to hear you shout my name the
moment
I saw you.”

He moves again and I’m so close that I almost feel like I’m on fire.

“Jesus
fucking
Christ,” I gasp. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“My name,” he whispers.

“Just fuck me.”

“Say my
name,
” he says, and there’s a slight pause. “Please?”

“Fuck me, Alex,” I whisper, almost
sobbing
it feels so good and he finally does, crushing my hands against the bars and thrusting and then I just see stars as I’m plummeting over the edge.

His name’s already on my lips so that’s what I shout, over and over again as I come so hard I’m almost afraid I’m going to black out, just “Fuck, Alex,
fuck!
” over and over again.

They probably
can
hear me in Los Angeles, but it’s worth it. When I can think again I realize that Alex is coming, one arm wrapped tight around my waist as he groans.

Before he pulls out he puts his hand on my face and turns my head toward him and kisses me hard and deep again, his cock softening inside me as we’re both panting for breath. Then we both collapse on the bed, and for the first time in days my mind goes blissfully blank.

I don’t think,
what’s going to happen
or
why is this asshole so hot
or
what’s my dad doing
.

I just think,
I needed that
.

Next to me, Alex takes a deep breath and then exhales hard.

“Holy shit, tiger,” he says.

I turn my head toward him.

“You say that to all the kidnapped girls you fuck,” I say, but I’m teasing.

He knows, because he’s grinning when he looks at me.

“Nah, you’re the first one who’s gotten that turned on by captivity,” he says.

“Douche,” I say.

“You’d hate it if I weren’t,” he says.

I roll my eyes in the dark but I think he might be right. I fall asleep before I can think of a good response.

I
don’t even dream
, I sleep so hard, and the next thing I know it’s morning, light slicing through the ugly mini blinds. I’m on my back and Tessa is next to me, on her side, facing away with her back against my side, my arm under her neck.

I stay there for a few moments, and then get up, grab the keys from under the mattress, piss, put my clothes back on and check the cell phone.

I have one missed call.

It’s from a number I don’t recognize, but it’s gotta be Manny’s burner.

An odd mix of relief and sadness wash over me. Tessa’s going to be all right. She’ll get to go back home to her real life, but there’s no way I’ll see her again after that.

Our worlds just don’t mix. They never will. This isn’t some “Boy from the wrong side of the tracks” romance, it’s straight up
impossible
.

While she was in college, I was beating up other dealers for being our turf. While she was working her first job in an architecture firm, I was facing off with the Hell’s Angels, trading dope for guns.

We shouldn’t have fucked, but that’s water under the bridge. At least now, we can go our separate ways without too much damage.

I hit the button to call Manny back, but instead the phone beeps at me. No signal. I frown and try every corner of the living room, but there’s nothing. It says I have one bar of service, but I can’t get a call through.

“Shit,” I mutter, and head outside. I walk a complete lap around our yard, but I can’t get a call out to save my life.

When I come back in Tessa’s there, wrapped in the sheet that was on the bed, looking tousled and tired and so hot I get rock hard in half a second.

“What’s going on?” she asks, looking at the phone in my hand.

“Gotta make a call,” I say.

“Did my dad cooperate?” she asks.

“I’ll find out when I make this call,” I snap, because the last thing I need right now is for my dick to think about how much fun we had, because we’re never doing
that
again.

I snap the phone shut.

“Make coffee,” I say. “I’ll be back in thirty. There’s no signal here.”

I can feel her staring at me as I walk out of the house. I
should
take her with me, but her feet are fucked up and we’re in the middle of nowhere. What’s she gonna do?

I drive with one hand on the wheel and the other holding my cell phone in the air until, suddenly, I come over a rise and get four
glorious
bars of signal. I hop out and hit the call button again, and after one ring, I hear Manny’s voice.

“There you are,” he says.

“No signal at the safe house,” I explain. “I had to find some.”

“That’s the problem with that location,” he says.

“Did you finally talk some sense into Ned?” I ask. “That took a while.”

Manny sighs dramatically into the phone, and my stomach clenches. I can practically
see
him, sitting in his modern, sleek office in the back of the nightclub he owns, shaking his head.

“Ned talked,” he says.

It doesn’t compute.

“To you?” I ask.

“No, Alejandro,” he says, almost sounding sad.

I find a spot on the horizon and focus on it. It feels like an oven out here, and I can see the heat rising from the desert.

“Ned told the feds everything on Saturday afternoon. Before we even got Tessa.”

For a second, I can’t understand what he’s just said, like he’s speaking Greek or something.

Then
I get it.

This was all for
nothing
.

“Shit,” I say, and I feel something cold slide into my stomach.

“This is gonna be a big, big mess,” he says. He sounds exhausted, and the worst is yet to come.

“Should I come back?” I ask, not asking what I really want to know:
what do I do with Tessa?

I turn around and look at the other horizon, this one sliced up by the sharp mountains. A cold realization washes over me as I wait for Manny to answer me.

I can’t kill her.

I
won’t
.

I’d rather disobey Manny and risk a pinky finger — or, for
this
, maybe even my life — than kill this girl.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

“Alejandro, listen,” he says. “I know how you feel about this kind of thing with women, and I know you’ve gone above and beyond already.”

I swallow, listening, waiting for him to say
but just do one more thing
.

“I sent Jose and Mike up there this morning,” he says. “They’ll do the dirty work. You can just come back here.”

For a split second, I’m
flattered
.

It’s a sign of professional respect that Manny sent someone else to do this, a sign that Manny values my opinion and wants to keep me around the organization.

Then a cold steel fist clenches around my stomach, and I grind my teeth together.

Talk him out of it
, I think.

“Manny, you know I don’t like to question your decisions, but is that a good idea?” I ask. I try to sound neutral. “This could really bring the heat down on us.”

“I’ve thought about that,” he says levelly. “You’re not wrong, Alejandro, but frankly I’m more concerned by the alternative. If we let Ned get away with this, we’re essentially declaring that anyone can walk all over us with no consequences.”

“We might be scaring off allies by doing something this harsh,” I say. “No one’s going to want to work with us if the feds are up our asses.”

My heart is hammering, and it’s a last-ditch effort.

“It’s a difficult dance,” Manny says into the phone, suddenly getting poetic. “I can only pray I’m making the right choice.”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Just let Jose and Mike deal with her,” Manny says. “Head back to town. There’s plenty to do here.”

“Got it,” I say, and then Manny ends the call.

I stare at the phone for a long second, and then I
roar
.

“FUUUCK!” I shout, the sound getting lost in the desert. “FUCK, FUCK FUCK!”

I grab the phone and twist, and the cheap plastic splinters apart at the hinge.

“FUCK!” I shout, and drop kick one half of it off into the dirt. I don’t see where it lands because I dropped the other one and I’m stomping it into smithereens, just
shouting
like some kind of animal.

When I finish I’m already dripping with sweat, but I get back into the SUV and gun it for the house, doing forty miles an hour off road, just
praying
that I don’t pop a tire.

If I were smart I’d just forget her and go back to my life in Los Angeles. It’s not like she’d be the first person I killed, or the first person I let die.

But I’m not smart. I’m barreling toward the safe house, praying I get there before Jose and Mike.

I’ve got no plan, no idea how I’ll handle those two morons when they get here.

I’m just
going
.