Down to You (The Bad Boys 1)

But not tonight. Tonight is all about Olivia—beautiful, sexy, courageous, passionate Olivia. Tonight, I want her to see what I see.

I turn her toward the sink, toward the only mirror in the room. She looks confused when she meets my eyes in the reflection.

“Look at yourself,” I say. I pull her long hair over one shoulder and place a kiss in the bend of her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the room.” I run my hands across the exposed part of her stomach and up under her shirt. Her ni**les are hard against my palms. I pinch them through the thin material of her bra, never taking my eyes off hers. Her lips part and she moans. “So sexy,” I say, kneading her breasts, grinding my h*ps against the round globes of her ass.

I take one hand and move it down her stomach. Her skirt is still hiked up and I can see the white material of her panties. I run my fingers between her legs. I groan when I realize the soft cotton is soaked.

“Any man would die to have this for even one night,” I say, pushing the material to the side and sliding my finger inside her. She closes her eyes and leans her head back against my shoulder. “No, I want you to watch. I want you to see what I see. I want us both to watch you come for me.”

Obediently, she opens her eyes, her h*ps moving against my hand, her lips parted deliciously. I lean slightly away from her and place my hand in the center of her back. Gently I apply pressure until she bends forward, instinctively putting her hands on either edge of the sink to brace herself.

Still watching her, I curl my fingers in the elastic of her panties and I pull them down to her knees. Caressing one smooth ass cheek, I stick a finger from my other hand in my mouth then run it down between her legs, pushing it deep inside her. She moans and I feel her hot body squeeze me.

Taking her by the hips, I hold her still as I guide my tip into her. I bite back a moan at how hot and wet she feels, how her body sucks at me, pulling me further in.

Her eyes are shifted downward, as if she’d like to watch me slide into her. When I don’t move, hers eyes return to mine in the mirror. I nod and see them shift to her own reflection. And then I thrust into her, hard and deep.

Her mouth drops open and her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. I rest inside her, reveling in how tight she is, pausing so I don’t come too fast.

She opens her eyes and leans forward, causing me to slide out of her almost completely. Then, just as slowly, she leans back, taking me fully inside her.

With my hands gripping her hips, I urge her into a slow tempo that I can sustain without getting off too soon. When she finds her rhythm, I reach around to slide my fingers between her slick folds, my fingertip moving easily over the hard nub there. She starts to make sexy little noises as I move make small circles over her. She’s practically purrs when I find the spot she likes best.

After only a couple of minutes, I feel her body tightening around me. I know she’s getting close. I increase my pace and tease her more insistently with my finger. When her breathing becomes more erratic and her pleasure becomes more vocal, I lean forward and fist my free hand in her hair, gently tipping her head back.

I speak into her ear. “I want you to watch yourself come all over me, Olivia. See how beautiful and sexy you are. See why I want you so much.”

Relentlessly, I drive her up and up and up until she cries out, biting her lip to keep quiet, her sweet body wracked with wave after wave of her orgasm.

I thrust into her until I can’t take it anymore. I feel my own cl**ax coming and I meet her eyes once more in the mirror. I can barely breathe past my racing heart. “See what you do to me? I want your eyes on mine when my come is running down your legs.”

My words turn her on. I feel her spasm around me, squeezing me tight and pushing me over the edge. With a groan, I feel my every muscle stiffen as I shoot come deep inside her.

Although my instinct is to close them, I force my eyes to stay open, to remain trained on hers. She doesn’t look away. Not for one second.

As I move slowly in and out of her in the aftermath, I feel warm liquid squeezing out around me, soaking the tops of my thighs. I’m sure she can feel it, too.

I grind my h*ps into her and she smiles.

Yeah, you can feel that, can’t you, baby? And better yet, you like it.

My best discovery of the night? Olivia is hiding a dirty girl beneath that shy, quietly sexy exterior.

And I’m going to set her free.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - Olivia

Cash can’t keep his hands off me as I try to put myself back together and exit the bathroom. I know I should be worried or embarrassed, and tomorrow I probably will be. But right now, I’m in awe. I’ve never had such a mind-blowing, body-rocking sexual experience in all my life.

On the one hand, I think it must’ve been Nash that came to my room. Based on this time with Cash…holy shit! But then again, Cash didn’t ask about my birth control situation tonight, which makes me think he already knew. And that would mean it was him that came to my room.

But, I have to keep in mind that something impulsive like this is probably very much in character for Cash. A guy like him probably assumes if I don’t speak up, I’ve got birth control taken care of.

Once again, my revelation only leaves me with more questions. But, at the moment, I don’t care. I’m consumed by Cash. I still feel his touch. I still smell his scent. I still…feel him and it’s a feeling I hope never goes away. I can’t get him out of my head and, for right now, I’m okay with that.

I’m straightening my hair for the second time while Cash stands behind me rubbing my bare stomach. My panties are still damp and, at this rate, they’ll never be dry.

He smoothes my hair then pulls it away from my neck and starts nibbling. “Do we have to go back out there?”

I can’t help but giggle. “I’m sure there are people that will need to use the restroom before the night’s out.”

“Screw ‘em. There’s another one.”

I laugh outright. “Where are you staying?”

He looks up and meets my eyes in the mirror.

“I’ll find a hotel somewhere. Why? You wanna come visit me?”

Um, hell yes!

I think that, but I don’t say it. Rather, I turn around in his arms. “Look, you came all the way out here to help me. The least I can do is give you a place to stay. But my dad will be there, so…”

“So we have to be quiet,” he whispers, waggling his eyebrows comically.

I just smile. I neither confirm nor deny that there will be more sex. But there will be. If he tries very hard at all, there definitely will be.

Slowly, we make our way to the door. I take a deep breath and flip open the lock.

“You go first. I’ll wait a few minutes. That way it won’t be too obvious,” he says considerately.

I grin. “Um, I’m sure there will be very little doubt, but that’s sweet of you to do anyway.”

I turn to pull open the door, but Cash puts his hand against it. When I look back, his lips crush mine in a fiery kiss that has me rethinking his suggestion that we stay in the bathroom.

But, alas, we can’t.

The rest of the night proves to be one of the best I’ve spent in a long, long time. Cash stays close to me, always touching me in some small way, setting my skin on fire. We share lots of knowing smiles and glances that keep the moments in the bathroom fresh in my mind. Not that they wouldn’t be otherwise. I’m pretty sure they’ll still be fresh in my mind when I’m a hundred and nine and can’t remember where I put my teeth. But there will always be Cash… in the bathroom… in the mirror…

Neither of us drinks much more. I think we’re both content to keep our wits about us and not ruin the magic of the night. When everyone is all partied out, Cash walks me to Ginger’s car so I can drive her home. I’m more than sober now. And happily so.

“I’ll follow you so I can drive you back home.”

“Okay,” I agree with a wide smile. I can’t seem to stop smiling.

He gives me a quick peck on the lips and then we part ways. All the way to Ginger’s house, I find myself looking in the rearview mirror at the single headlight behind me.

And smiling. Of course, smiling.

“Well, I guess we know which one you pick, Liv,” Ginger slurs from the passenger seat. I jump. We’re almost to her house and this is the first time she’s spoken. I thought she was passed out.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he’s a bad boy. And we both know you always pick the bad boy.”

Her head slumps to the side after she deals me this blow.

I do always pick the bad boy. And I do always live to regret it. Am I making a huge mistake with Cash?

Her words haunt me from the time I drop her off to the time I walk Cash to his room after our trip home on the motorcycle. I leave him for the night after a very chaste kiss.

He stops me with a hand to my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” he whispers. I’m sure he’s curious why I’m going to bed without…him. He saw my father fast asleep on his bed downstairs.

I try to put some heart into my smile, but I imagine that I fail miserably. “Nothing. I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well.”

I go to my own room, closing the door snugly behind me and then getting ready for bed. After more than an hour has passed and I’m still not asleep, I decide to take a shower, hoping it will refresh and relax me. Maybe it’s the grime of the bar that’s keeping me awake.

I’m standing beneath the hot spray of water, trying not to think too much, when I hear the metal curtain rings slide along the shower rod. I wipe my eyes and look up to see Cash stepping into the shower.

I can’t help but go a little ga-ga over his na**d body. It’s even more perfect than I could’ve imagined. His chest is wide and tan and flawless but for the tattoo on his left pectoral. His stomach is flat and rippling with muscles. His legs are long and strong. Not one inch of him disappoints, including the several hard, proud, impressive ones that make my insides quiver.

I know I’m staring, but I can’t help it. Just the sight of him makes me wet and ready.

A finger beneath my chin tilts my face up. Cash’s expression is serious and sweet, his face devastatingly handsome.

“You worry too much. Can’t you just trust me?”

His eyes are boring holes into mine. I want him so much, but I just don’t know that giving in to him is the smart thing to do.

If only he were more like Nash…

“I don’t know,” I answer him honestly.

He nods in acceptance. “You’ll learn to. I promise.”

And then he kisses me. It’s a slow, deep kiss that carries meaning and emotion, neither of which I know how to interpret.

I pull away to speak, but he puts his finger over my lips. “Shhh, just let me love you, okay? Don’t think. Just feel.”

His sinfully dark eyes are fathomless, but earnest. After several seconds, I nod. He smiles then kisses me again. Tenderly.

With his lips and his tongue, he licks the water from my skin—from my neck, from my nipples, from my stomach. He kneels between my legs and brings me to the brink of ecstasy twice, stopping both times as if he’s waiting for something.

When I’m nearly ready to explode a third time, he stands and kisses me again, grabbing the tops of my thighs and picking me up to press me against the shower wall. He lowers me onto his shaft, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, mimicking the movements of his body.

We cl**ax together. He swallows my moans, no doubt in deference to my sleeping father. When we’re done, and he’s still buried inside me, he turns with me in his arms and holds me beneath the shower spray. The warm, massaging fingers of the water soothe me. I nearly fall asleep with my head on his shoulder.

Letting me down, Cash turns off the water and grabs the towel I laid out for myself. He dries me from head to toe and then carries me to the next room and puts me to bed, na**d.

“Go to sleep,” he says softly. “Don’t think anymore. I’ll see you in the morning.”

And then he’s gone.

And I go to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - Cash

I wake up with a raging hard-on and only one girl on my mind. I can barely see the light of dawn coming through the curtains. I know I shouldn’t wake her, but I’m almost afraid not to. As much as she gets caught up in her own head, it’s hard to tell what mindset she’ll be in when she wakes up.

So I go to her.

I open the door a crack and listen. I can hear her father snoring downstairs, so I slip out of my room and down the hall, silently entering Olivia’s room.

I move quietly. I’m relieved that her breathing remains deep and even. She’s lying on her side, facing away from me. Stripping off my jeans, I peel back the covers just enough to slide beneath them. I ease in beside her and snuggle up close to her back.

In her sleep, she wiggles her butt against me, settling in closer. I bite my lip to keep from making any noise. She’s still na**d and the crease of her ass is teasing me.

I reach around and cup one of her perfect breasts. Even in sleep, her body responds to me, the nipple puckering. I pinch it lightly between my fingertips and she moans a little, pushing her ass into me again. This time, I push back, grinding my h*ps against hers.

I lean forward and kiss her neck, letting my hand trial down her flat stomach to the little thatch of neatly-trimmed hair covering what I want most. Obligingly, she shifts, parting her legs enough for me to slide a finger between her folds. I rub her slowly, gently, until I feel her h*ps move with the rhythm of my hand.

Easing a finger inside her, I find that she’s already dripping wet. My body jumps in anticipation, flexing against her back side.