Vanished: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance (17 page)

              He reacts, and thrusts forward. Our combined movements bury his cock inside me instantly. I’m so wet it slides in easily, and I feel myself stretch over him. My legs squeeze around his waist and my head arches back.

              “Oh my God!” I shout, gripping his strong back between my fingers. I know I’m scratching him, but I can’t help myself. His cock is just too much. It does hurt, but it hurts so good. It’s the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. He starts thrusting, unable to go slow as I grind against him, flexing and pulling him into me.

              Our lips meet, and I suck hungrily at his lower lip. I want to bite him. I want to eat him. I want to scratch him and tear at his hair. It’s like I’m possessed. I’m an animal, and he’s taking me. I love it.

              He kisses me back and grabs a fistful of my hair. His strong grip tightens and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. He kisses my chest, thrusting hard into my pussy as he moves up to my neck. I feel his teeth on the skin just below my jaw, and he bites down. It’s gentle, but just enough to hurt. It’s going to leave a mark, a mark that will show the world that I’m his.

              I cum again, my pussy tightening to the point that I almost push him out of me. But he pushes back, thrusting deep inside me, pulling my hips toward him. And just to add to the intensity, I feel his wet thumb press against my clit.

              My mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. It’s too intense. It overwhelms me, and every muscle in my body tightens up. I can feel my pulse in my pussy and honestly think I’m going to pass out as his thumb slides back and forth across my clit.

              “That’s so hot,” he says with a deep groan. “Cum on my cock, baby.”

              I couldn’t be more turned on. It’s impossible. I’ve never been fucked like this in my life, and I know it’s only Joey who could do it to me. I feel impaled on his cock, like if he fucked me any harder he might break me. But he knows exactly what he’s doing, it’s like he can read me, and just as I’m coming down from my orgasm, he pulls his thumb from my clit.

              A low growl comes from deep within his chest, and he grips both of my ankles firmly and pushes my legs back so my knees are touching my shoulders.

              “Oh, that’s deep!” I shout in a whisper as he shifts, entering me at a new angle. He moves my legs so my ankles are on either side of his neck. Both of his hands slide up my waist and grip my breasts firmly. I can feel his sweat drip onto my chest, and I grip his muscled shoulders. They feel rock hard beneath my fingers.

              As he starts to thrust, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to take it. My body jerks back involuntarily and my hands press against his thighs.

             
There’s no way I can handle this,
I think, on the verge of pulling back. But as though he can hear my thoughts, Joey looks down at me and says, “You can take it. Just breath deep.”

              I look up at him as he pulls slightly out, half of him inside me. I do as he says and take a big breath, relaxing the muscles in my stomach and pelvis, focusing on feeling how big he is inside me and not being afraid. He reads me perfectly and knows it’s time to thrust again, and this time when he fills me up I can take it. It’s still overwhelming, and I close my eyes and roll my head back, lost in the sensations of his body.

              It’s impossible for sex to be this amazing
, I think as Joey fucks me. I can feel my pussy lips gripping and pulling on his shaft as he moves in and out of me. I can’t do anything but take it. The way he has me on the couch makes it impossible for me to move, but I like that. He’s one hundred percent in control.

              I feel his lips on the skin of my calf and look up to see him kissing up my ankle. It’s like he loves every part of me and wants it all. He even kisses my foot before he wraps my legs even tighter around his neck. His thrusts grow faster and stronger, so impossibly deep that I have to force myself to relax and take it.

              His hands move down to my thighs and grip my ass and lower back as he fucks me. He pulls his cock almost all of the way out of me, leaving just the tip in. I wait for him to push back in, but he doesn’t. I open my eyes and look up to see him smiling down at me, a devilish grin on his lips.

              I grab his thighs and pull, urging him back inside me, but he resists, just holding his cock barely inside me, teasing me.

              “You asshole,” I whisper through a smile, pulling on his legs. But he holds back, delighting in torturing me. “Stop it, Joey! Fuck me!” I beg him. His smile grows, and he moves his hips in a circle, teasing me even more with the tip of his cock.

              “Joey!” I shout, slapping him on the thigh. “Come
on!
Would you just—“

              The words are ripped right out of my mouth as he slams the entire length of his cock inside me in one strong thrust.

              “Fuck!” I shout as all the air escapes my lungs.

              “Like that?” he says with pride.

              “You asshole,” I giggle, taking a deep breath as he starts to fuck me again. With each thrust, our legs wetly slap together. Either sweat or my wetness, it doesn’t matter. We’re a hot mess, and it’s incredible.

              As I cum again I reach out and grab his neck and pull his lips to mine. I can’t even kiss him it feels so good, but I just hold his mouth to mine as I let out a silent scream. My pussy clenches down so tightly that I feel him slip out of me.

              “Oh, shit,” he says, and I feel him lean back. The next thing I know I feel hot shots of his cum spray up onto my tits and stomach.

              “Oh!” I cry out with delighted surprise, and look down to see him jerking his cock as he shoots all over me. He cums like a fountain, completely coating my stomach, and just when I think he’s done, his cock twitches one more time and he shoots all the way up my body and hits me on the neck, right below the chin.

              I look down at my body, at the mess he’s made of me, then up at him in awe. Our eyes meet and we both burst into laughter.

              “Wow! You’re like a baby making machine, huh?”

              He shrugs, putting a hand on his abs as he laughs, “Never heard that one before.”

              “Well I mean, look at this!” I say, waving my hand at the sticky white mess coating my torso.

              “What can I say? You turn me on.”

              I lie there for a minute, or minutes, I can’t tell. Not wanting to move. Not wanting to do anything other than be there with him. I feel like the insanity of the last few days has finally come to a resolution, and I realize just how tense I’ve been up until now. It’s like all the stress from the last few days starts to wash out of me as Joey strokes my hair with his fingertips.

              Finally, I let out a deep sigh.

              “Can we take a shower? I’m starting to get…sticky.”

              Joey bursts out laughing and stands up. “Yeah, let’s.”

              Being in the shower with him feels so amazing. The warm water beating down on both of our bodies and the soft sound of the spray against our skin. We wash each other, and it feels so intimate—somehow even more intimate than what we just did together. I don’t know quite how to explain it, but as I run my hands across his soapy chest, I really feel like I am his and he is mine.

              “I like showering with you,” I say with a whisper, leaning my head onto his chest. His muscles are so hard, but my head fits perfectly right below his shoulder. I’m careful not to brush his wound. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel the soft scruff from his chin brush against my face.

              “I like doing everything with you,” he says back, completely making me melt. I giggle, feeling like we’re back in high school.

              “What a charmer.”

              Joey laughs.

              We finish our shower and dry off. I make tea and we curl up on the couch together. We don’t speak for a long time. We lie there, just simply
being
together, but after a while, my mind starts to race again. I hear Joey’s breathing slow, threatening to fall asleep. I don’t to ruin the moment. Everything is going so well. But I also can’t be stupid.

              “Joey,” I say cautiously. His response is barely audible.

              “Mmhmmm.”

              “Uhm…so the Black Dogs…” I can hear the sharp intake of his breath behind me as I speak. “Are they…are they going to come after you? Come after us?”

              It might be my imagination, but I think I feel his heartbeat increase, thumping harder against the side of my head. His body tenses up, and I start to regret my decision.

             
What am I doing? Everything is going so well, why am I screwing it up?

              But I know the answer. I have to know. I can’t go on living in the dark. Joey doesn’t speak. I sit up and turn to face him. He knows from my expression that I’m serious. It takes him a moment to speak.

              “No, Mia,” he finally says. “We’re safe now.”

              “But…how can you know that?”

              He sighs. I must be irritating him. I want to just tell him to never mind and that I trust him, but I can’t. Besides, I’d never hear the end of it from Cassidy if I didn’t make him give me an explanation.

              “The other night at the hangar. I called the police.”

              “What?
You
called them?”

              “That’s right,” he says. “It’s the only reason they didn’t come for me at the hospital. I knew it was the only way to keep you safe—keep us safe for the future. I knew the warehouse would be hot and the cops would have everything they’d need to make a case. So I made them a deal. I give them the Black Dogs, they give me a pass. And they took it.”

              My whole body relaxes, and I feel my lips purse into a smile. I lean forward and kiss him and press my forehead against his.

              “There’s no way I will ever let anyone hurt you, Mia.”

              “I know.”

              “I love you,” he says, kissing me gently.

              “I love you too.”

              It feels so good to say. I have to say it again. “I love you too.”

              “You already said that,” he laughs.

              “I know,” I giggle. “But I like saying it.”

              “Well that’s okay, because I like hearing it.”

              He kisses me again, then slides out from underneath me and stands.

              “Is my jacket around here somewhere?”

              “It should be hanging over there by the door,” I say, pointing. He finds it and rummages around in the pocket.

              “Are you missing something?” I ask. He looks at me, and a look I’ve never seen before comes over him. He retrieves something from his coat and hides it behind his back as he makes his way back over to me. Whatever is happening is making me nervous, and my heart starts to flutter as he stands before me.

              “Mia,” he says. “These last few days, as insane as they have been, have been the best days I’ve had in the last six years. Because they were with you.”

              My heart almost explodes as Joey gets down on one knee before me. I slap both my hands over my mouth as I feel the tears well up in my eyes. He has one hand on his stomach, obviously in pain still as he looks at me with such intensity that I feel completely naked.

              “And I know that I hurt you. I tried to do things right, and I know I didn’t always, but I will always try. Not matter what happens I will always try my hardest to do the best for you, and make sure you’re safe no matter what, and that you know I love you and I will do anything and everything in the world for you.”

              He pulls his hand from behind his back, and I see he’s holding a small dark blue ring box. I’m two seconds away from bursting into tears and melting into a blubbery mess at his feet. I can’t speak. I can’t move. My eyes must be as wide as dinner plates as he opens it before me. And I see it.

              The ring from Paris.

              I can’t believe it. I look at him with so much shock that he actually laughs.

              “But, h-how?!” I blurt out, almost shouting I’m so blown away.

              “I went back after you got on the plane. I knew I had to get it for you.”

              He pulls it from the soft black felt inside the case and holds it out before me.

              “Mia Hayward. Would you make me the luckiest, undeserving idiot of all time and marry me?”

              “Yes!” I almost scream, tossing my arms around him and hugging him as tightly as I can.

              “Easy, easy,” he laughs, trying to pry himself a little room in my vice like grip. When I finally am able to let go, I see him take my hand and slide the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly. Of course it does. I don’t even know how he got my ring size, but he did.