Page 104 of Never Kiss the Bad Boy
“Fuck,” I grunt as my cock jumps at her plans.
She rides me in waves, her hips not slapping loudly, but rather lifting and lowering deep and slow. I duck my head to suck on her nipple to silence my own groans, and she tugs on my nipple too.
“I’m getting close again,” she whispers. “Come on me so I can use it on my clit.”
She lifts off me, her pussy just an inch away as she sits up tall on her knees. I jack myself hard and fast, already on edge, but even more turned on by her words.
“Shh,” she reminds me as I start to spurt hot jets of cum onto her lower belly. I fight to keep my eyes open through the pleasure, not wanting to miss a thing as she gathers the cum with her fingers and uses it to rub her clit. I wish it were a full moon so I could see more, but this will do. It’s enough to know that we’ve made something magical out of what started out as a shitty situation.
When she cries out, I swallow the sound with a kiss, remembering the first time I kissed her against her door. So much has changed since then. Most of all, me.
I’m not a good guy. But I’m not a bad boy anymore, either.
I’m Dani’s, and that’s enough because she’s mine.
As she pants, I dance my fingers over her clit too, wanting to feel the mix of us on her skin, and she jerks. “Sensitive.”
“That was only two. Let’s go home, take a shower, and see how many more times I can make you come tonight.”
“Are we counting again?”
I have a smart-assed answer at the ready, except the garage door on the side of the house starts to open with a grinding whir. Dani and I look at each other, and I’m sure if I could see her clearly, she’d be cursing at me with her eyes.
“Shh, let’s go,” I hiss.
We climb out as quickly as possible, grab our clothes, and scurry toward the edge of the house where we pause. I keep Dani behind me, protecting her modesty as best I can, just in case. We stay as still as possible while Kathy pulls into the garage, and once we hear the door start to whir again, lowering down, we make a run for it.
Naked and laughing, we bust through Dani’s front door and slam it shut behind us.
Peanut Butter picks his head up, probably wondering what the hell we’re doing, but when we start laughing, he huffs out a sigh and lies back down like ‘it’s too late for this shit, man.’
“We were this close to getting caught!” Dani snarls at me, but as mad as she’s trying to sound, I can see that the fire in her eyes isn’t anger. It’s excitement and happiness.
“Hey, you’re the one doing stupid shit with a bad boy,” I remind her, even though I was just thinking that I’m not that bad anymore.
“Pendejo,” she warns, pointing a finger at me.
But I’m not afraid of Daniela Becerra so I kiss that finger, sucking it into my mouth and teasing over the pad with my tongue. “Is that an invitation?” I ask, arching a brow. “You liked it last time.”
She groans and whispers, “Maybe.”
And we dance down the hall together… into a happily ever after.
EPILOGUE
KYLE - THREE MONTHS LATER
“Excuse me, can I ask what’s going on here?” I peer at the woman in a pencil skirt, sleeveless blouse, and heels who’s walking along the front of Kathy’s house, taking pictures.
We haven’t seen Kathy in several weeks, and no, we certainly never hear her in the back yard with the pool she had to have. As far as we can tell, Dani and I are the only ones who’ve been in it.
“And you are?” the woman asks. Her tone is polite and professional. Her eyes dripping over me are anything but.
I look like hell from working in the sun all day on my latest job. That infinity pool deal is harder than anticipated, and Wayne’s threatening to quit on me if the next one isn’t a basic rectangle with no homeowner onsite. So I don’t have the time, inclination, or patience for flirty bullshit.
“The neighbor,” I answer flatly.
“Oh! I thought it was a single woman next door. I didn’t realize it was… a man.” She bats her lashes as she licks her lips and then smiles invitingly.