Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) by Jade Allen Page A
Authors: Jade Allen
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a smile.
“Because you’re the reason I’m horny.”
“Lots of other women out there.”
“There’s also my hand,” I pointed out. “Neither of those
options is the same as getting what I want.” I let my hand slip to the base of
her skull, cradling the back of her head. I leaned in and just barely kissed
her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. Olivia didn’t stiffen, didn’t resist
in any way; as soon as my lips touched hers, she gave into it, kissing me back,
and I felt her move; I heard the muted clink of the laptop on the table.
I pulled her up out of the chair and pressed her body
against mine; she was every bit as soft, as warm as she’d been the first night
we’d hooked up. I moaned at the feeling of her tits crushed against my
chest—she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples hardened almost instantly. I
deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue past her lips, letting my hands wander all
over her body. I cupped her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, and Olivia
moaned against my lips, her hips pushing back against my hands. I brought them
up and around and kneaded her breasts through the thin fabric of her tee shirt,
and felt her shiver against me, letting out a needy little noise from the back
of her throat.
I broke away from her mouth panting. “Tell me to go away and
I’ll stop right now,” I said. It was the stupidest thing I’ve probably ever
said in my life—my cock was like hot lead in my jeans—but I meant it. I knew I
couldn’t just push Olivia into it again. I had to make it her choice—I had to
give her the power to say no. I let my hands fall to my sides; I took a step
back, giving her some space. “Say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”
Her cheeks were flushed almost the same color as her hair;
her eyes were wide and dark. “You asshole,” she said, shaking her head and half
grinning. “You are such an asshole.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know for a
damned fact that I’m not going to say no at this point.”
“You can,” I insisted. “I won’t bother you at all. I won’t
try and argue it.”
“You get me hot and then make me be the one to say stop,”
she said, shaking her head. She looked for a second like she might say
something else; but then she stepped forward and stood on the balls of her feet,
reaching up to pull me down for another, deeper kiss. I pawed at her clothes—I
wanted them off, I wanted her body pressed against mine with nothing between us
at all. Olivia pulled back. “Not here,” she murmured, panting slightly. “Anyone
could walk in.”
“Your bunk,” I told her. Olivia nodded, breathless, and
turned towards the bunks. The bus was quiet for the night; I figured it was
safe enough, as long as we played a little music to cover the noises. “Do you
have a speaker?” Olivia looked at me over her shoulder, confused.
“No.” I stopped her at the bunks and reached up into my own
bed space. I groped around until I found the Bluetooth speaker I’d brought with
me. I turned it on and looked around. “This one’s mine,” she murmured,
gesturing to the next rank down.
In a few heartbeats, we were both climbing into the bunk
together. I took my phone out of my pocket and linked it with the speaker. I
put on the first Strokes album and set it to random, and tweaked the volume
until it was just loud enough to cover up any noises we might make. “There,” I
said, turning to Olivia with a grin. “Now your secret’s mostly safe.”
I pinned her to the mattress, pressing my hips against hers,
kissing her again and again. My cock ached and throbbed in my jeans; it was
torture, knowing that I had to wait, that I had to hold back until I’d gotten
Olivia right where I wanted her. I took a deep breath and went to work,
stripping her clothes off bit by bit. Olivia kissed me on the lips, along the
column of my throat, grazing me with her teeth, nibbling playfully at my
earlobe, even as her hands found the hem of my tee shirt and tugged it
“Because you’re the reason I’m horny.”
“Lots of other women out there.”
“There’s also my hand,” I pointed out. “Neither of those
options is the same as getting what I want.” I let my hand slip to the base of
her skull, cradling the back of her head. I leaned in and just barely kissed
her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. Olivia didn’t stiffen, didn’t resist
in any way; as soon as my lips touched hers, she gave into it, kissing me back,
and I felt her move; I heard the muted clink of the laptop on the table.
I pulled her up out of the chair and pressed her body
against mine; she was every bit as soft, as warm as she’d been the first night
we’d hooked up. I moaned at the feeling of her tits crushed against my
chest—she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples hardened almost instantly. I
deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue past her lips, letting my hands wander all
over her body. I cupped her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, and Olivia
moaned against my lips, her hips pushing back against my hands. I brought them
up and around and kneaded her breasts through the thin fabric of her tee shirt,
and felt her shiver against me, letting out a needy little noise from the back
of her throat.
I broke away from her mouth panting. “Tell me to go away and
I’ll stop right now,” I said. It was the stupidest thing I’ve probably ever
said in my life—my cock was like hot lead in my jeans—but I meant it. I knew I
couldn’t just push Olivia into it again. I had to make it her choice—I had to
give her the power to say no. I let my hands fall to my sides; I took a step
back, giving her some space. “Say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”
Her cheeks were flushed almost the same color as her hair;
her eyes were wide and dark. “You asshole,” she said, shaking her head and half
grinning. “You are such an asshole.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know for a
damned fact that I’m not going to say no at this point.”
“You can,” I insisted. “I won’t bother you at all. I won’t
try and argue it.”
“You get me hot and then make me be the one to say stop,”
she said, shaking her head. She looked for a second like she might say
something else; but then she stepped forward and stood on the balls of her feet,
reaching up to pull me down for another, deeper kiss. I pawed at her clothes—I
wanted them off, I wanted her body pressed against mine with nothing between us
at all. Olivia pulled back. “Not here,” she murmured, panting slightly. “Anyone
could walk in.”
“Your bunk,” I told her. Olivia nodded, breathless, and
turned towards the bunks. The bus was quiet for the night; I figured it was
safe enough, as long as we played a little music to cover the noises. “Do you
have a speaker?” Olivia looked at me over her shoulder, confused.
“No.” I stopped her at the bunks and reached up into my own
bed space. I groped around until I found the Bluetooth speaker I’d brought with
me. I turned it on and looked around. “This one’s mine,” she murmured,
gesturing to the next rank down.
In a few heartbeats, we were both climbing into the bunk
together. I took my phone out of my pocket and linked it with the speaker. I
put on the first Strokes album and set it to random, and tweaked the volume
until it was just loud enough to cover up any noises we might make. “There,” I
said, turning to Olivia with a grin. “Now your secret’s mostly safe.”
I pinned her to the mattress, pressing my hips against hers,
kissing her again and again. My cock ached and throbbed in my jeans; it was
torture, knowing that I had to wait, that I had to hold back until I’d gotten
Olivia right where I wanted her. I took a deep breath and went to work,
stripping her clothes off bit by bit. Olivia kissed me on the lips, along the
column of my throat, grazing me with her teeth, nibbling playfully at my
earlobe, even as her hands found the hem of my tee shirt and tugged it
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