Bad Habit (Bad Love 1)

“It did,” she says, confusion painted on her face. “Just the one time, at his party before school even ended.”

“I haven’t fucked Whitley in years.” We both stand there, soaking this information in. Whitley is a fucking liar, for one. And Briar gave up her virginity based on that lie.

Briar shakes her pretty, blonde head, walking to the balcony that overlooks the fundraiser. She rests her elbow on the bannister.

“I hate her, Ash.” Her voice is a whisper.

“I know, baby,” I say, coming up behind her, palming the outsides of her thighs. “Fuck her. Fuck all these people.”

“Ash,” she breathes my name as my left hand curves around her hip and dips underneath the thin scrap of lace. Her dress is bunched up above her ass, which is pressed right up against my crotch.

“What would they say if they sa

w you like this? With me?” I rub her clit and bite the shell of her ear. “They don’t know you, Briar. They think you’re a good girl, but they don’t know that you like sneaking around with me. That you like the idea of being fucked up here, right out in the open. Right underneath their noses.”

Her sharp intake of breath tells me that I’m right. And thank fuck, because I don’t know if I could wait another minute.

“We can’t.”

“We are.” I unzip my slacks enough to pull my cock out and tug her panties to the side. “Stop me.”

“I can’t,” she says, low and keening, pushing back against my bare, engorged dick.

“Because you need this just as bad as I do. You like the idea of getting caught almost as much as you like getting away with it.”

I push inside her slick pussy, giving us both what we want. What we need. Her head falls forward, but I grip the front of her neck, forcing her chin up.

“No,” she gasps as I start to fuck her harder.

“No? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. Say what you want.”

“I want to be up here with you. Fucking you. So fuck me.” The dirty words coming from that pretty mouth spur me on, and I pull one of her straps down, then pinch her nipple. She sucks in a breath, and I feel her clench around me.

“That’s right. You don’t belong with them. You never have. You may have been born into this life, but you’re not like them, Briar. You and I are the same. And that’s why you’ve been mine since you were fucking eleven, even if we didn’t know it yet.”

“Yes, God, yes. Don’t leave me again. Don’t ever leave.”

“Careful what you wish for.” I pump into her, my cock growing even harder. She plants her hands on the rail in front of us, bracing herself, meeting me thrust for thrust. I turn her face to the side, holding her there as I suck and bite and lick her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, and everywhere in between. I bring my other hand to rub at her clit while I pound into her. I can hear how wet she is, and our skin slaps together. Her hushed moans turn louder, and neither one of us cares if anyone knows in this moment. Because this is our truth, up here in the shadows.

I pull out abruptly to slide her underwear down, ignoring her protesting whine. I tug them down her toned thighs, and they fall to the floor around her slender ankles. Scooping them and clenching them in my fist, I waste no time burying myself back inside of her velvet heat. I squeeze her hips in a bruising grip, still holding on to the scrap of lace, and I don’t hold back. I fuck her like I hate her, because part of me still does. I don’t fully understand the depths of my feelings for Briar, but make no mistake, I’d kill for this girl.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” We’re sweating and panting, completely animalistic. “Look at them, Briar. Look at them when you come on my cock. Anyone could look up at any moment.” I place my arms on top of hers, my hands covering hers that grip the rail, and I nip at her spine. “They’d act appalled, but they’d go home and jerk themselves off to this image. I promise you that.”

Briar cries out, contracting around my dick, but she bites down on my arm to muffle her screams. I fuck her through her climax, trying to hold back from coming inside her. Finally, she slumps forward, spent, and I pull out, shooting my load inside her wadded-up panties.

We take a minute to catch our breath, unspeaking, before I straighten the skirt of her dress and zip myself up. She turns to face me, flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes. Her hair is damp, and little curls spring near her hairline.

“What are we doing, Ash?” Briar asks, as reality crashes down around us. We’re getting sloppy. Just begging to get caught. I don’t know what this is, either, but I know I’m not stopping. So, I give her the only answer I can.

“Whatever the fuck we want.”

Chapter 10

Briar