Page 106 of Bad Boy Next Door
My few photos of Crystal and me as girls went in, along with my toothbrush and a few of the smaller cooking utensils—my good knives and the sharpener, the lemon zester, a whisk.
If I left now, I’d have everything I cared about. I considered stuffing the big backpack, too. I’d miss my bread tins and baking sheets, the good mixing bowls, but if I had to stay on the streets a few nights, or in a shelter, it was dumb to bring more than I could protect in my sleep. Possessions would just weigh me down.
I checked under the bed, spotted a paper, and pulled it out. I collapsed onto my ass and stared at what I found—that damned card Nick had given me when he’d tried to apologize. The one with the big-eyed kitty.
Fuck him. Fuck him for making me feel this way.
Leaving my packed suitcase inside my door, I stomped over to Nick’s place, tore the card into pieces and threw them onto his bed.
I turned around to find him standing in the doorway.
I couldn’t even speak. Didn’t want to. Better to rip this bandage off in one go.
“Jade.” He tried to touch me, but I ducked around him, escaping the bedroom.
Sadness draped over me as I brushed past his hard body. Never again would I feel Nick’s cock move inside me.
I tried to tell myself that was all I’d miss.
“Hope I didn’t worry you,” he said. “I needed to think. Clear my head. My phone’s dead. Did you try to call?”
I stopped, barely believing my ears. Not only had he done the job with his brothers, he was going to lie about it, too. I should have known. We’d met on a lie.
I could give him a dose ofthatmedicine.
“Wanna fuck?” I pulled down my jeans as I turned toward him. “Still got anything left in that cock?”
His eyes widened. “Now?”
“If you can’t…”
“Oh, baby, with you I always can.”
“Good.” I stepped out of my jeans and panties, and bent over the end of his table. “Lube’s by the chair.”
“Lube?” he asked. “You sore?”
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Really?”
“Do I sound like I’m kidding?” I pressed my chest against the table and spread my legs.
“I’m too big for—”
“Fuck my ass. Now.”
I heard his belt hit the floor as he took off his pants, then the tear of a condom package. We’d stopped using protection, but the backdoor was different. Or maybe he wanted to keep his precious cock clean.
One hand on my lower back, his fingers traced through my cunt, and as my body responded, I grew more impatient. I wouldnotenjoy this. Enjoying this wasn’t my plan.
But his fingers pushed inside, fucking my pussy in the way that I loved, and I choked down a moan.
“Not there.” I grabbed the edges of the table, and pressed my breasts into the surface, hard. “In my ass. Get on with it.”
He laughed. “You are so horny, baby. So demanding. I like it.”
He grabbed the bottle of lube. “You want to grease me up?”
