Bad Boy Saint (Bad Boy 1)

and led me to his car.

I could barely think the rest of the drive to his place. He was staying at the apartment above his father's gym, in one of the spare bedrooms. We held hands the entire trip through Cambridge and then through Boston's streets to South Boston, where his father's gym was located.

The music was blaring and there was little conversation. What do you say when you know you're going to have sex with someone in a few moments? All I knew was that Hunter was taking me to his place. I'd spend the night with him. I was finally going to lose my virginity and it would be to the one man I had always wanted from the time I first saw him.

I'd had a crush on him since I was nine. It was right that Hunter was the first. I wished so hard that he wasn't going away and could stay in Boston so I could be with him, but this would have to do.

When we stopped at a light, he turned to me. "You can back out at any time," he said, holding my hand up to his lips. He kissed my knuckles and then turned to watch the road when the light changed.

"I won't change my mind." I had to clear my throat, my mouth was so dry. "I've wanted you forever, Hunter. Ever since I was nine and saw you in the ring."

He smiled. "Ten years?"

"Ten years," I said emphatically. "You're going away and I probably won't see you again. I can't stand the thought of you getting away from me if you want me, too."

"I do want you," he said, his voice throaty. "But I don't want to get you into any trouble."

"Spencer will never know. It's not like I'm going to tell him."

He nodded, just as we finally arrived at the building. After we parked, he opened my door, taking my hand and leading me to the back of the building to the apartment entrance. The back alley was dark except for a lone yellow light at the loading dock of the building next door.

As he opened the door to the building, I felt like fate had brought us both to that point. All my life, I’d known I wanted him to be the one.

I took in a deep breath and crossed the threshold.

Chapter 11

Hunter

I held Celia's hand the entire time, not wanting to let go in case she changed her mind. Part of me fought with myself, a silent internal battle that said I should take her back right now and never see her again. The other part—the part that was weak, the part that wanted to be happy—won.

There were three bedrooms in the apartment above the gym. Mine was in the corner of the apartment, facing the street. An ensuite bathroom was off to the rear of the large room. In the middle, a four-poster king-sized bed dominated the room, layered with silky sheets and thick comforters and pillows. It was ostentatious, but my stepmother had hired an interior decorator to do the apartment over when my father decided to sell our house in Cambridge and move downtown. The renovations had turned the apartment into a stylish home with all the appointments. It was nice—and would be a stark contrast to my new living quarters in the barracks when I went to boot camp at Parris Island.

I pulled Celia into the apartment after quietly unlocking the door when we reached the top of the stairs to the third floor. The apartment was dark except for a light over the kitchen island. My brother and father had gone to bed, so we had the place to ourselves, but Conor was a light sleeper, as was my father. I held my finger up to my lips to signal to Celia that we should be quiet.

Still, I wanted to grab a couple of beers from the fridge. I didn’t plan on drinking, but maybe Celia might like something to help her relax. I knew from her kiss earlier that she was eager for us to fuck, but this was something that had to be handled carefully. It couldn’t be rushed. As tired as I was, and as sore as my face was despite the pain meds, I wanted it, too.

We tiptoed down the hallway to my room. After I closed the door and locked it, she almost jumped me when I turned around, her arms going around my neck.

"Finally," she said, her voice breathless.

"Not so fast," I said with a smile, pleased at her eagerness, but wanting to slow her down. "This isn’t something you rush."

She laughed softly and kissed me while I held her waist with one hand and the two bottles of Corona with the other.

"You're not nervous?" I asked, pulling away, taking her hand so I could lead her to the bed.

"I'm impatient," she said and sat on the edge while I stood in front of her and opened one bottle, handing it to her. She took it and waited while I opened the other, then we clinked our bottle necks together.

"To us," I said.

"To us," she replied. She took a long sip, like she needed some liquid courage. For my part, I took a miniscule sip just to drink with her. Then I took her bottle and put both down on the bedside table and stepped closer, so that I was standing between her legs while she sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was high enough that we could put our arms around each other.

I kissed her, slipping my arms around her, pulling her against my body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the bed, lying on top of her, taking her hands in mine and threading our fingers together. I watched her face for a moment, drinking in her features. I wanted to remember everything about this night—every expression on her face, every sight and sound and scent and taste.

She was so beautiful to me at that moment. Her long hair was spread out on the bed beneath her head. Her dark doe eyes were half open and dark with lust, her skin flushed with desire. Her body beneath me had all the right curves to make a man dizzy with lust, from her ample breasts to her small waist and very round hips. I couldn’t wait to grab them and thrust into her when it was finally time.

She was so ripe and, I expected, so juicy that I was hard as a rock at the prospect of stripping her naked and eating her until she cried out loud.