Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance) (9 page)

She sighed but said nothing, just climbed the stairs of the plane thinking about what he said and what he hadn’t said. It was obvious Brody was still upset with her but his indifference baffled her. That weekend had been the hottest she’d ever had, still was, and she handled it poorly. She’d hurt him when he’d been nothing but sweet and sexy and oh so satisfying. She let out a frustrated breath and took a window seat, plopping her bag on the table in front of her. “What are you doing?”

Brody checked every single nook and cranny of the jet even though his people had already been through earlier and declared it safe. “I’m doing my job.” He heard her sigh and grumble under her breath and a small smile touched his mouth. He shouldn’t be so brisk with her but he needed to keep himself protected as well. A little bit of kindness and he’d be snared in her web again.

“I’m doing my job,” she mimicked. Gemma knew she was being childish but he was also being unnecessarily curt with her. She decided to ignore him, popped in her ear buds and curled up for a nap.
He’s not the only one who can act like an asshole.

Chapter Three

“Wow.” Gemma stood just outside the bungalow reserved for her at Indigo Dreams and took in the view. The bungalow looked like a rustic little shack on the outside, complete with wood that looked as though it had lost more than a few battles with a hurricane and palm thatch leaves. The front had large windowless openings with a wicker slider on the porch. She stood on the porch, impatient to get in, while Brody did a silent sweep of the bungalow.

“It’s all clear, you can come in now.” He picked up his small suitcase and one of hers, walking back inside without acknowledging her.

Gemma tried to hide her frustration, there was no reason for it, not really. She deserved everything he dished out, that didn’t mean she had to like it. She walked in and dropped her bags in the main room, her breath caught at the view of the back. The bungalow was on stilts so the ocean crashed underneath. “This is amazing!” She turned to see Brody staring at her. “What?”

“Nothing.” His voice was gruff.

“Okay then,” she sang the words while she stepped onto the back porch and let the warm salty breeze wash over her. “So Brody,” she waited for him to look at her in silence. When he finally caved and removed his sunglasses she spoke, “Do you care which room I’m in?”

“It’s your vacation Gemma.”

This time she did scream. “You are an annoying, gruff, mean…douchebag!” She twirled and picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it at his head. “What I meant you pompous jerk is,” she threw another pillow, “is there a room that would be
safer
? You know, because you’re some type of security expert these days.”

Brody swallowed visibly, his face flushed. “Right.” He ran his hand over his almost buzzed brown hair and blew out a breath, this place was a security nightmare. “Honestly neither room is ideal since there are no windows. I’d prefer you sleep in here where I can keep an eye on you but…” he trailed off, waiting for her to pitch a fit.

“What if we share a room?” She bit the inside of her jaw to keep from laughing. What possessed her to blurt that out, she had no idea but it was a pretty good idea. “Before you say no, think about it.”

Brody looked at her as he thought about it, knowing it would be a horrible idea. Gemma was a lot of things, a snob mostly, but she was also smoking hot with long legs peeking out from her tropical print sundress, molded to her curves with her full breasts almost spilling over the top. She looked like a goddamn wet dream and as much as he wanted nothing to do with her, sharing a bedroom would lead to one place. Him buried deep inside her until she was screaming his name and scoring his back until he bled. He growled and stalked off while her laughter tinkled in the behind him.

“Is big bad Army Ranger afraid of lil’ ol’ me?” She kept laughing behind him. Her eyes widened when he stalked back into the main room and past her to look in the other bedroom. He stopped a few inches from her until his heat surrounded her, making her heart kick up a notch and her throat dry. “What?”

“The bedroom facing the ocean is larger and only one wall is open. It’s a better option.” He picked up his bag and looked at her. “I’m sleeping closest to the door.”

Gemma watched him walk away, her mouth open in shock. “Well, damn.”

~

Two days. It had been two days, sharing a bed with Gemma Rochester and waking up with her soft, feminine body curled up against him. Two days of her walking around the suite in the world’s tiniest bikinis and smelling like coconuts and vanilla. Two days waking up with the most painful hard-ons of his life. She was driving him mad and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

So far there had been no threats or any signs of trouble, which was good but it also meant he spent his days trying to keep his hands off her and keep his distance. Throw in a few perimeter sweeps and this was the most boring job he’d ever had. With the best view.

“I want to have dinner at the resort tonight.” Gemma stood so close to him he could see the way her tummy fluttered and her pupils dilate by his proximity.

Today she wore a white bikini—
thong
bikini—held together by nothing but strings. One pull, one tug and she would be gloriously naked for his perusal. He stood and looked at her, stared at her. “What time?” She told him and he disappeared into the front bedroom on the phone for about fifteen minutes. He came out later and told her, “We’re all set.”

Four hours later they were walking back from Ilsa’s Sea Snacks with a smile on their faces and a little tipsy from the strong tropical cocktails. “That was a magnificent meal,” she smiled up at him like his hands prepared the food.

Brody patted his belly. “Best seafood I’ve had in a good long while.”

Gemma shivered at his warm hand on the small of her back. She untied the knot of the sarong and whipped the fabric away, letting it flutter against his face. “Let’s go splash in the ocean, I bet the water is still warm.”

He chased her to the water’s edge, capturing her with the sarong. “Not so fast Gemma. You’ve been drinking.”

She turned and leaned in until she was close enough to kiss him. “Then I guess you better keep an eye on me.” She ducked under him and walked into the water, tossing her bikini top at him before diving into a wave.

She was going to be the death of him. Brody removed his shorts, sandals and shirt and waded into the water after her. “Dammit Gemma, you’ve had too much to drink to splash in the damn ocean.” She stood and turned and Brody felt his cock get stiff as a steel rod at the sight of her plump teardrop breasts. “Gemma,” he groaned.

Her smile was wide and her steps slow and steady, even in the movement of the waves, as she made her way to him. “Brody,” she ran her hands up and down his chest, letting her hands memorize the planes of corded muscles in his shoulders and the valleys of his abs.
My goodness, he is all man.
She leaned forward and flicked a tongue over his nipple. She smiled at the hiss out of his mouth and squealed when his hands tightened on her waist. “Brody.” One hand snaked down his stomach and slipped inside the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I guess at least parts of you are happy to see me.”

Brody groaned and squeezed her waist even tighter as her small hand gripped him hard and stroked, making him so hard he thought he would burst. “Seriously Gemma, this isn’t a good idea.”

“It feels like a fantastic idea to me.” She reached further and cupped his balls, gave a small tug that drew him down, fusing her lips to his. A moan came from deep within her when she felt Brody’s tongue reach out and swipe against her bottom lip. Her arms snaked around his neck squeezing as though she couldn’t get close enough.

Brody growled when Gemma’s long legs wrapped around his waist and gripped her ass to hold her up and grind his erection into her. “Gemma,” he ripped his mouth away. “Stop,” he urged as he kissed and licked the column of her neck.

“No.” She pulled at the strings on the side of her bikini bottoms in an exaggerated fashion to make sure he saw what she was doing. She sucked in a breath at the feel of her bare pussy grinding on the fabric covering him. “Brody, please.”

It was that breathy plea and hot breath of her moaning in his ear that was his undoing. The hand holding her right side snaked down her round ass and he sank one long finger into her wet heat. “Please what, Gemma?” But she said nothing, instead she tossed her head back so her brown waves were kissing the water and ground down onto his hand. His jaws clenched at the beautiful sight she made with her eyes closed in ecstasy, the moonlight beaming down on her as she gyrated against his hand, his cock. Brody couldn’t stop himself, he leaned forward and pulled one perfectly pink nipple into his mouth, circling the peak with his tongue.

“Yes, oh yes.” Gemma felt electric sparks bubbling up through her body like hot lazy lava as her orgasm began to build. Brody added another finger deep inside her, his cock grazing her clit with every thrust. “Yes, Brody.”

He felt her walls clutch his fingers tight, her thighs closed tighter around him and a single shriek escaped as her orgasm washed over her. She laid her head on his shoulder as tremors wracked her body, gripping him tight. Brody’s heart was hammering so hard he couldn’t hear anything else. This was a bad idea, he knew, but he could stop it now that he’d had her again. Well, almost. “Gemma,” he growled in her ear.

She looked at him, blue eyes looking more gold with desire and she smiled. Leaning forward, Gemma sank her teeth into that muscled area where his neck and shoulder met. She licked and kissed and suck his neck until he was so turned on he thought he might just go off in his pants. With no other choice Brody freed himself from his underwear, dragging the head of his cock back and forth against her wetness. In one rushed thrust, he was balls deep inside Gemma. He stilled allowing her time to adjust to his size. Again.

“Brody,” she sighed and wiggled her hips to urge him on.

That was all the sign he needed to give her what she wanted. He pulled almost all the way out, his hips still grabbing hard on her ass and slammed into her hard enough to make them both cry out. “Fuck,” he grunted and picked up a frantic pace and his thrust in and out of her. She attacked his neck with her mouth, making him even harder inside her. “Gemma, shit you’re so tight.” She squeezed him and laughed and that just sent him over the edge. His pace could only be described as desperate, to be in her to make her come. To reach his own climax.

“Brody, I’m gonna come,” she warned him seconds before her pussy clamped down on his, squeezing and milking him until he felt that familiar tug in his balls told him his own climax was moments away. “Ah, Brody! Oh, oh oh!” She trembled as small quakes shook her body, prolonging his own orgasm.

“Oh. Shit.” He panted as he struggled to get his breathing under control, his hand still gripping her tightly as small quakes rushed over him. They were both still coming down from that powerful orgasm. Brody especially felt stunned at the force of the orgasm. It was more powerful than any he could remember. Of course it had to be with Gemma.

“Wow Brody. That was fan-fucking-tastic!” She squeezed him with her walls one last time before pulling their bodies apart.

Her effusive praise gave him pause. This was the same woman who had so easily dismissed him years ago. Was she interested now because he was rich? He heard a familiar click and turned toward the bank of rocks to the south. He pulled her behind him to shield her from what or whoever was out there.

“What is it,” she asked, fear making her voice shaky.

He held his finger up to silence as they walked back to the beach. Brody quickly wrapped the sarong around her naked body and pulled his shorts over his wet underwear. “We need to get back to the bungalow,” was all he said as he grabbed her hand and practically pulled her back to their temporary home.

~

Inside the bungalow Brody did a quick but thorough sweep of all the rooms and nothing was out of place. Dishes were stacked neatly on the shelves, two wine glasses still sat on the coffee table and the bathroom was as messy as Gemma had left it. Inside the back bedroom they shared, however, clothes were strewn all over the place. He stepped inside the room and saw hundreds of tiny scraps of shredded silk and lace.
Gemma’s underwear.
He walked back out to the porch and Gemma stood looking at him with fear and hope in her eyes. Fear that someone was really out to get her and hope that he would keep her safe.

He sat on the slider and patted the seat next to him. “Tell me Brody. What’s going on?”

“Gemma who wants to hurt you?”

At first she looked affronted but her entire body relaxed when she realized what Brody was asking her. “Honestly I don’t know.” She watched him rub his face in frustration. “I really don’t Brody. I mean you don’t like me but for the most part everyone does.”

The look he gave her said,
really Gemma you’re going to go there?
But he simply stared in disbelief. “You have no enemies?” She shook her head. “No angry women looking to get you back for stealing a boyfriend or husband?” Her eyes narrowed but she kept her mouth closed and shook her head. “No ex-boyfriends angry to lose out on the Rochester billions?” She started to shake her head and stopped. “What? Tell me.”

“Tad.” She explained how she’d broken up with him almost two months before Liana had been kidnapped. “We didn’t have any chemistry and I wasn’t interested in being some trophy wife.” She told Brody about how Tad had been calling a lot and she mentioned his visit to the compound the week before the trip. “His eyes were blank and didn’t match the words he was saying.”

As she talked Brody pulled out his phone and began to type a message to Max. “What’s his last name?” She told him and he typed it into the message, along with his place of employment and social security number. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

“He used to ask me to do all kinds of shitty errands for him like order new credit cards, so…,” she trailed off with a small smile on her face.

Brody finished typing the message and stood. “Our bedroom is a mess but otherwise things are okay. But Gemma, someone was definitely in the house,” he warned so she wouldn’t be taken off guard. She nodded and followed him inside.