Page 40 of Bad for You

I’d taken them from her dirty laundry pile.

My hard dick pumped full of blood so hard and fast it made me dizzy. I could smell her—her tight, barely fucked pussy—as if my face was buried up against it.

I held that scrap of silk to my nose and started jerking it. “Oh fuck, Lila.” I stroked harder, faster while I imagined her sitting on my face. It was too much, after all the kissing last night until I thought my cock would snap off, now the scent of her pussy filling my nose—it only took minutes before I was barking out a curse and coming all over my stomach.

I lay there panting. Stunned. How could beating off just thinking about Lila be better than actual sex with anyone else?

It might kill me when I finally got to sink inside her.

Hopefully, taking the edge off would help me today. I’d promised to take her for a ride on my bike before the weather got too bad. But I had a feeling having her pressed against my back, her thighs spread around mine would drive me insane. Heaven and Hell all rolled into one.

My phone rang while I was getting dressed after my shower. I knew who it’d be before I checked the screen. He’d probably forgotten that he’d already called. Wouldn’t be the first time. When you spent ninety percent of your time drunk, shit like that was bound to happen. I ignored it. I wasn’t letting my father screw up my day. Not today.

I headed to Lila’s place, and she walked out onto the front porch as I pulled up the driveway. She was wearing jeans again, boots, and a soft-looking blue sweater. Her hair was down and her face was flushed. I wanted to kiss her so bad my lips actually throbbed. Then I remembered I could. Because she was mine.

Swinging my leg over my bike, I grabbed the leather jacket I’d brought for her to wear and strode toward her. Her smile was wide, welcoming as I moved in nice and close and dipped my head. “Hey, Bambi.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but I kissed her before she could and moaned against her lush lips.

Dropping the jacket, I hooked an arm under her hot round ass and lifted her so we were level and pressed her against her closed door. She made a sexy sound, a cross between a whimper and a moan, and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, kissing me back.

I’d never enjoyed kissing like I did with Lila. Every time was sweet and hot as fuck. She smelled like soap and cherries and Lila, and I wanted to suck on her tongue, then lick a path up her throat and take a bite out of her.

When I pulled back grinning she laughed, all bubbly and filled with pleasure.

“Hello to you, too.”

“Christ, you’re hot.”

She glanced down at herself and frowned.

“You could be wearing a sack and you’d still give me a hard-on.”

She bit the side of her lip. “I remember a time you weren’t so excited to see me.”

I groaned. “Don’t remind me, Bambi. I was fucked off my face. It kills me to think about that.” Her legs had found their way around my waist and I pressed deeper. “Also makes me insane thinking about your mouth on my dick and not being able to remember it.” I brushed my mouth over hers again. “I’m so sorry, baby, you know that, right? I was in a shitty place and didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”

She nodded. “I know that now, I do.”

Knowing how insecure she could be, I understood how huge it was for her to come to me that night, offering herself. I’d decimated her trust that night. I hated that most of all. But I’d do whatever it took to get that back, to get us there again.

“That’s why we’re taking this slow. I don’t want you regretting anything we do together.”

What would she think if she knew what you did for the club, what you’d done to your own brother?

“Okay,” she said softly.

I buried my face against her throat and breathed her in. Her scent, the feel of her soft body pressed against mine soothed me like nothing and no one else ever had. I couldn’t lose her again. I’d keep her safe—and as far away from the old man as I could.

“You ready to go?” I said when I lifted my head.

The lovely pink of her cheeks deepened. “Yep.”

I reluctantly eased her down my body and picked up the leather jacket. “You’ll need to wear this.” I held it up and she slid her arms in the sleeves. I zipped it up to her chin. The thing swamped her smaller frame, but I wasn’t taking any risks with her. I led her to the bike and she was bouncing with excitement by the time we reached it.

I put a helmet on her and did up the strap. “Tap my stomach if you freak out or want me to slow down, okay?”

She nodded and I climbed on. Lila climbed on behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I didn’t let just anyone ride on the back of my bike. Sofia was family and I’d had to ride with her out of necessity, but that seat behind me had always been reserved for my old lady when I got one.