Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

Now it’s my turn to pace, a reaction from the pile of questions he’s just thrown at me. This isn’t how I envisioned this night going. I should be mourning the loss of a man who has been my steady rock the past few years, not fighting a battle with this crazed lunatic.

“I left home because my mama forced us. She has advancing Alzheimer’s, and so we can keep our house and afford her care, I had to move somewhere where we can earn more money. I lost my job back home. There’s nothing else for me to do. She’s staying in a care facility.” My voice fades, leaving it at that until I realize he’s followed me to the window where I unthinkingly gravitate to.

“Liam and I have been in a relationship for years. When I left, I promised him that we would just be. I didn’t commit to anything more than that.”

“So, you’re still together?”

“No, I mean yes. I said it was complicated…” My head begins to hurt, a migraine imminent from the stress of today. Shutting my eyes tight, I wish the pain away, opening them moments later with the same pain in the back of my eyes and circulating my head.

“Did you fuck him?”

“When?”

“Now, today, whatever!” His eyes continue to haunt me, this jealous beast who is trapping me in the corner of my room.

“No, he wanted to, but I…”

The warmth of his hands suddenly grips my face, lips pressed firmly against mine as he pins my body against the window. The glass is warm, the heat coming through from outside. His tongue rolls against mine, hard and with force, sending a stream of sensations to every part of my body and making me ache everywhere for him.

It’s just a kiss.

How does he do this?

Wesley pulls away, only just, keeping his lips extremely close so I can feel his breath against my skin. I want to tell him to go away, we probably shouldn’t be doing this, but this newfound lust that I have guiding me makes it difficult to think about anything besides his lips.

“I come home, and you’re here with another man, who says he’s your boyfriend. You can expect I will go wild.”

“But he’s not my boyfriend…” I finally admit it. Liam said goodbye, and I let him walk away. I can sugarcoat this in my mind as much as I want to ease the guilt, but the reality is crueler. There is no escaping it no matter how much I try.

“I know… because I am.”

My face pulls away from him, confused. “You are?”

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because don’t you ask these things? You can’t assume you’re in a relationship.”

“Maybe, in high school. My thoughts are crazy when I’m around you. And when I’m not around you, they’re wild. I fucking missed this smart mouth of yours when I was gone. So, if that isn’t enough to be your boyfriend, then maybe this is…” He gets down on his knees, his hands wrapping around my legs, eyes wide staring up at me with a sexy grin. “I want you.” With a slow burn, his hands wander up and down against the back of my thighs, causing my legs to shake with pleasure.

“What if I say no?”

He kisses my thigh, the moan escaping my mouth as his lips linger against my heated skin. “I’d say we’d have to find a way to cure that mouth of yours, and I’m sure I could find something to stick inside.”

“Okay, fine. Since you’re practically begging me.” I roll my eyes, hiding my elation at this over-the-top cutesy conversation where the baddest boy in town just asked me to be his girlfriend.

It is stupid, ridiculous, yet, I don’t care. If there’s anything that Wesley has done right, it’s make me forget. When he’s this close to me, it is all about him.

Wesley Rich in the spotlight.

He continues to slide his hands up my thighs, positioning them, so he’s firmly cupping my ass. Slowly, he eases his way to a standing position, his body pressing against mine.

“I don’t beg. You will have said yes.”

“Oh please, cue the bad-boy talk.”

He tilts his head in amusement, displaying a wide grin and teasing me by biting his lower lip. I’m drawn to the way his teeth gnaw on the corner of his mouth, much like an animal ready to pounce on his mouthwatering prey. His grip around my ass tightens until his hands slide lower and around the front. His long fingers brush against my panties, causing me to suck in my breath as the sensation begins a rippling effect of pleasure.

“Like I said…” His head is buried into my neck, his warm breath against my skin. “You will have said yes.”