Page 92 of Bad Boy
He’s sitting on the end of my bed, leaning over to lace his boots up tightly, even though he takes them off before every fight. His dark hair is raven black after his shower, and the wet strands hang limply over his forehead. Tiny droplets land on his bare chest, trickling down his sculpted body, and I can’t tear my eyes away. He looks so freakin’ good in his fight gear. My dick starts to harden while my body does the complete opposite and practically melts to the ground in a puddle of boneless flesh.
“It’s not just because of you. I know I haven’t been completely open about what happened before I left Detroit. Didn’t want you to think less of me, I guess.”
“I would never think less of you, Remi.Never.”
“I know that now, Preppy.” His deep voice rolls through me, caressing me with its sincerity.
“But the gist of it is, I got arrested for fighting. Mom and I needed money. Dad was a deadbeat before he left, and we couldn’t count on him for shit. I had no choice but to help pay the bills. After the arrest, she spent most of her money on my lawyer, which is why I need five thousand dollars. To pay her back. I already have half.”
“But she doesn’t need that money now.Youdon’t need that money now.”
“Look, I don’t expect you to understand. It’s just something I have to do. For my own peace of mind. I pay my debts. Always have. And I owe her a lot more than that if I’m being honest with myself.”
“Remi. You’re her child. You don’t owe your mom anything. And I’m sure she knows that.”
“Well, regardless, this is happening. I’m fighting tonight. For the money.” His lips tug into a teasing smile. “And for your honor.”
There’s no stopping him when his mind is set. I can only be there to support him, and I will. “But after this one. . .” I trail off, hoping he’ll agree to stop.
The fact that Remi’s already been arrested makes me really, really uneasy. His urgent words from that night in the woods, lost in a haze of panic at the time, trickle into the forefront of my mind.
I cannot get caught, Lincoln. I will go to jail for a very long time if I’m arrested for this shit. Do you understand what I’m saying?
And not juvie. He’s eighteen now, so he’ll go to prison. I can’t lose him when I’ve only just found him.
Once he pays his mom back, he won’t need the money. And once he fights Brandon, there’s no one else he needs to protect me from. Connor and Brandon are my main tormentors.Weremy main tormentors. Because after tonight, they’ll both be put in their places. And when they find out Remi’s my boyfriend. I’m hoping they’ll stay there.
“I’ll think about it, Preppy.”
I guess it’s better than ano.
He finishes lacing his shoes and grabs my bare foot off the ground, tugging me over to him. The desk chair offers no resistance, and I squeak embarrassingly loud, gripping the armrests as I’m wheeled over.
He places my foot in his lap and begins to massage it sensually.
“You don’t have to do that, Remi,” I say over a moan as he rubs his thumbs up the arch of my foot.
“I like to. I like making my boyfriend feel good. And I like mapping every little freckle on your body. Even these cute little ones on the top of your feet.” He lifts my foot and presses a soft kiss right on top. “And I like touching you.” He smirks, continuing his massage up my calf, kneading the muscle before working his way up to my thigh. “Everywhere.”
I tip my head back, staring at the ceiling for a second. His expert touch is getting me all worked up. I spread my legs, tenting the thin cotton shorts I’ve been wearing around the house without my parents home.
“We don’t have time,” I gasp as he slips his hand under the hem of my shorts, immediately grabbing hold of my cock. His eyes dart to mine, excited.
“No underwear?” he asks, sounding slightly impressed.
I shrug. “We’re home alone. Why not?”
He slips to his knees, peering up at me. “You’ll be quick, right? I’m feeling like a pre-fight blowie might give me some good luck.”
I giggle, hoping that sucking my cock can be his good luck charm. I nod enthusiastically and lift my hips, allowing him to slip the small blue shorts down to my ankles. Remi starts to lift my T-shirt, so I help him, pulling it over my head with one hand. I lean back in the desk chair and peer down at him.
He sits there for a moment, and my gut heats at his slow, visual sweep of my naked body. The savage heat flaring in his hooded eyes scorches my insides, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Suck me,” I whisper bravely, needing his mouth on me right now.
“I’m gonna suck you so hard, baby. And I plan to be balls-deep inside your ass tonight, Preppy. Celebrating our win.”
His dirty words have me aching for him, and I thrust my hips forward.
