Bad Boy's Baby: Wicked Angels MC (2 page)

My face fell. “Mum, why?” I whined loudly. “You don’t even know him! He was so sweet to me! He wanted to make sure I got home safely.”

“More like he wanted to get you alone,” Mum said under her breath.

A red flush covered my cheeks and I slammed my hand against the table. “That’s not fair,” I replied hotly. “You don’t know what it’s like! You don’t know what it’s like to meet someone and like them so much!”

There was a silence. Mum looked at me and suddenly, I felt like an idiot. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I know that was uncalled for.”

“And untrue,” Mum said. She reached out and patted Daddy’s hand. He didn’t look up from his morning paper. “But really, Jennifer, you must promise you won’t see him again. He’s not good for you, Jenny. He doesn’t understand what we’re like.”

Frowning, I stabbed my fork into my eggs benedict and left it there, standing upright.

“Dad,” I said suddenly. “Can I see my new friend Tristan today?”

Daddy looked up at me with interest. “Ask your mother, dear,” he said in a mild voice. Mum’s face twisted itself into an ugly grin.

“You should go upstairs and check if your gown fits,” Mum said in a smooth voice. “In case we need to have Lucy come and make any last-minute alterations. She’s already coming for me as I need her to let the hem out on my gown.”

I stormed upstairs, feeling angry. As I yanked open my closet and found the beautiful dress, I wasn’t filled with the same sense of excitement that I’d always felt before when I looked at it. It was still as gorgeous as ever, but I didn’t like what it represented. Why did Mum have to be such a snob? She didn’t know anything about Tristan. For that matter, neither did I. All I knew is that he went to Centreville High.

“Unless he dropped out,” I mumbled. Feeling horrified, I gazed at myself in the mirror. “Stop it, Jenny,” I ordered sternly. “You’re not your mother. You don’t have to be your mother if you don’t want to.” The idea was unsettling. My whole life I’d spent wanting to turn into Mum. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t like how easily she’d dismissed someone I liked as much as I did.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered. “You don’t even know him. Just forget about him. There’ll be lots of guys tonight at the yacht club.”

I closed my eyes as I stepped out of my yoga pants and into the gown. The white silk clung to my skin and emphasized my curves. I already had C cup breasts, and this gown made them look even bigger. I looked at myself and blushed. I’d never really thought I was pretty, but this gown could have made anyone beautiful.

There was a slight tapping sound against my window. I jumped in fright, then walked over and peered out. I didn’t see anyone. But then, right in front of my face, there was another rapping sound. It was much louder than before and I shrieked and leapt backwards.

“Oh my god. Tristan!”

Running back over to the window, I threw the sash open and pulled up the glass. Tristan was standing in the yard below with a cocky smile on his face.

“I told you I wanted to see you again,” he called loudly. “Now how about that dinner?”

That morning was the beginning of the most important relationship with a man that I’d ever had. I started sneaking out to see Tristan all the time. I went to the gala with Mum that evening, but the whole time, I was thinking about Tristan. I was swooning over him like no one I’ve ever met, and it felt amazing. Every time he touched me, I got butterflies.

On my eighteenth birthday, Tristan picked me up outside. I’d snuck out again. Mum and Dad had thrown me a surprise birthday party with all of my old friends and some relatives. I’d been excited and touched, but it hadn’t been as much fun as I thought it would be. All my friends wanted to do was talk about shopping. It was like they had no interest in the real world whatsoever. And I was dying to tell them all about Tristan, but I knew I couldn’t. Mum had taken to eavesdropping whenever I was on the phone—Tristan and I always had to arrange our meetings before we said goodbye. It made me nervous. What would happen if he didn’t show the next time? What would I do? But when I realized that he was taking the same risks with me every time, I didn’t mind. Even then, I knew I loved him.

When I slipped into the passenger seat of Tristan’s old T-bird, the air between us felt different. Everything was charged, more intense than it had been. He put his hand on my knee and I moaned softly as he trailed his fingers up my bare thigh. Normally, when Tristan and I were fooling around, I’d put a stop to it when I started getting so turned on that I didn’t think I could push him away. But now, tonight, I wanted him more than ever. I spread my legs in the car seat and guided his fingers to my crotch. The fabric of my panties was soaked and I blushed hotly as Tristan ran his fingers over the small, hard bead of pleasure between my legs.

“I wanna go somewhere,” I said in a hoarse voice.

Tristan looked at me with a sexy lopsided grin on his tanned face. “Well, babe, we have plans to go to dinner.” He was looking nicer than I’d ever seen him. He’d borrowed a suit and tie from someone and even though the shirt was too big for his skinny frame, he looked so handsome that I wanted to wrap my arms around him. “I saved up for a really nice dinner,” he said softly. “I want to treat you like the princess you are.”

I blushed. “I just want you. That’s all. Nothing else matters to me.”

Tristan licked his dry lips and nodded. Suddenly, I knew that he was as nervous as I felt. He took his hand away from my thigh and shifted the car into a higher gear. We shot through the black night, into the winding hills. I’d always loved living in the South, but there was something almost ominous about a summer night. I closed my eyes and rolled down the window, letting the cool, humid air blow over my face and through my long tangles of red hair. Nervously, I reached out and put my hand on Tristan’s leg. He groaned softly as I trailed my fingers up his jeans. There was a huge bulge between his legs and when I ran my hand over it, Tristan grunted loudly with pleasure. The nerves in my body felt like they were on delicious fire as I tentatively rubbed at his erection.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Tristan pulled over. He stepped out of the car and motioned for me to follow him. After grabbing a bundle from the trunk, Tristan laced his fingers with mine and led me into the woods.

“Are you scared?” Tristan’s voice was growly and quiet.

I shook my head even though part of me was. But I wasn’t afraid of the woods. I was afraid of losing Tristan. I was going to college in a few months and I had no idea how we’d be able to part from each other. As much as I would have loved to change the future, I knew that I couldn’t drop out of school before I’d even started. And there was no way Tristan would be accepted. The application deadline had been months ago. He hadn’t even graduated high school—he’d dropped out and was working towards his GED. A shudder of anxiety went through me as I thought about losing him.

“I’m not scared,” I said softly. “Are you?”

Tristan turned and took me in his arms. He dropped the bundle on the ground and I saw that it was a cloth bag with a blanket stuffed inside. As he stroked my bare back with his strong hands, I shuddered and sighed.

“I’m never scared with I’m with you,” Tristan whispered softly into my ear.

A chill of lust ran through my body and I grabbed him and pulled him close, pressing my body against his. I wanted him more than anything, but if I didn’t act fast, I’d lose my resolve.

Tristan crouched down and pulled the blanket out of the bag. He tossed it up in the air then spread it on the ground.

“I have this for emergencies,” he explained. “I promise; I didn’t plan this.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry about dinner. I just wanted to be alone with you.”

We lay down on the blanket and rolled towards each other. Underneath us, the ground was wet and cold. I shivered as Tristan pulled me close. For a moment, we stayed like that. It was almost platonic. But then, as I began to warm up, Tristan leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. They were salty and warm and I shivered with pleasure as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

“Tristan,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

Tristan stroked my arms and then slipped his hands under the hem of my dress. At first, I jumped when he touched my bare skin. But after a few seconds, I felt like I couldn’t have possibly survived without his touch before. It was incredible, it was necessary. I
needed
him.

“I need you, Jenny,” Tristan whispered hotly into my ear. The feel of his breath against my sensitive flesh was too much. Tristan climbed on top of me, covering me with his body. The weight of his muscular bulk pressed against my limbs was delicious. I slipped my hands up his shirt and gently dragged my nails down Tristan’s back. As he moaned, I ground my hips against the bulge between his legs. My heart was beating a million times per minute and my breath was coming in hoarse pants as Tristan lowered his head to mine and kissed me passionately. We were locked together like puzzle pieces, like we were made for each other. I loved the taste and the feel of him pressed against me. It was so intimate, so desperate, that I could practically sense how urgent he felt about taking me and making me his.

I’d never gone this far with a boy. Even with Tristan, we usually just parked in his car and made out until I felt guilty about being out for too long. But now I didn’t even think about stopping. As Tristan’s fingers dipped into the waistband of my panties and tugged, I arched my back and let him slide the cotton bikini panties down my legs. Without them, I felt naked, exposed. Tristan sighed softly and stroked his finger up the crease between my leg and my body. I giggled nervously.

“Are you okay?” Tristan pulled his hand away and looked at me with concern. “Jenny, are you alright?” He looked worried. I blinked and nodded.

“I’m just nervous,” I whispered, blushing hotly.

Tristan nodded. He leaned down and planted a gentle, soft kiss on my lips. Pleasure flared through my body and my crotch was pulsing with lust.

“Don’t be nervous,” Tristan replied. He brushed my hair away from my sweaty forehead. “I promise everything will be okay. We’ll go as slow as you want, okay?”

I nodded and swallowed in a big gulp. Tristan lowered his head to my chest. With surprisingly nimble fingers, he undid the snaps at the front of my dress. My heart was thumping as he pulled the fabric away from my body, exposing my breasts. In the moonlight, my skin glowed white. Tristan looked into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Jenny,” he said softly. “I love you.”

The words were stuck in my throat but I managed to reply, “I love you, too.” Tristan smiled and lowered his head to my breasts. I moaned in pleasure as he stuck out his tongue and licked my nipples until they were painfully stiff. The feeling of my wet skin in the nighttime air was incredibly arousing and before long, I was barely aware of Tristan moving over me. He tugged my dress over my head and then I was naked underneath his body. With surprising speed, he tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground. He was so beautiful that I couldn’t stand it. His adolescent chest was well-muscled for his age and I gasped as I saw a tattoo snaking around his shoulder and taking up one of his glorious pectoral muscles. Tristan wriggled out of his jeans and tossed them to the side. When he was clad only in briefs, he crawled between my legs and nuzzled my bare belly.

Moaning softly, I arched my hips up to meet Tristan’s body. His chest pressed against my crotch and I cried out with pleasure as he licked slow, torturous circles around my belly button. It felt so good that I wanted to scream and explode. I never imagined that I’d be naked with a man like Tristan, taking the time to explore each other’s bodies on a blanket in the woods.

Tristan slipped his hand between my legs. “I want to touch you,” he said in a hoarse voice. I could tell his heart was beating just as fast as mine, and his blue eyes looked black in the darkness. I nodded nervously. Seconds later, Tristan’s fingers stroked over my labia. I cried out and shuddered with pleasure as he slipped a finger inside of me and wriggled it around.

“I want you,” I cried loudly. “Now!”

Tristan pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free and I gasped at the sight of it. He was huge and thick and there was no way that was going to fit inside me! I could barely use a tampon!