A Bad Boy For Summer (11 page)

“Come here and kiss me. That’s all.”

I sighed.

“That won’t be all and you know it.”

 
“The doctor said I could have sex.”

“The doctor said you should rest!”

“Sex is very restful.”

I laughed. He was incorrageable.

“Frannie…”

“It won’t work you know.”

“What?”

“That tone you use on me. I’m immune.”

He growled and tried to sit up, wincing in pain.

I was by his side in an instant, perching on the side of the bed.

“What are you trying to do Jace?”

He laid back, his hands sliding over my hips.

“Hmmmmm, that’s nice.”

I let him touch me. It seemed to calm him down. I liked the way he touched me. It was almost… reverent.

“Open your top.”

I rolled my eyes and did as he asked. He watched my hungrily as I pulled open my top.

His eyes closed as his hands moved to my breasts. He had a beatific smile on his face that made me laugh. His eyes closed halfway as he played with my body like I was a shiny new toy. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“We can do everything you said.”

His eyes opened with a snap.

“We can?”

“Yes.”

I sat up, rebuttoning my blouse.

“I need to go home though.”

“What, why?”

“Nevada’s wedding is next week.”

He closed his eyes nodding.

“Okay, we can go. But no bachelorette parties for you!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Nev is not like that. But we are having a girls night. I’m sure Clay will invite you to his stag night.”

His eyes were closed now. His breathing heavy. I wasn’t sure he had heard me.

Then I heard him whisper something that made me know he had.

“Not a stag. I’m… a… bull…”

Chapter Eighteen

Jace

Holy shit.

I stared around the house we were staying at for the week, trying to get my bearings. It was even bigger than Frannie’s parents house.

Much, much bigger.

Her place had looked like a country club. This place looked like a fucking hotel. A big ass five star one.

The floor in the entrance way was marble. The columns looked that way too.

I was definitely out of my element.

But I’d promised Frannie not to hate Clay on sight.

According to her, he was a good guy.
 

Growing up like this, I imagined someone spoiled rotten. But Frannie had changed by opinion of rich folk permanently. They could hurt just like the rest of us.

They just did it with better shit around them.

Like that pool. And the entertainment room.

And the fucking bowling alley in the basement.

I shook my head. That was definitely a first.

“Come on, you want to swim?”

I nodded. I didn’t really want to swim.

But I did want to see Frannie in a bikini.

I was not amused when she pulled out a one piece tank suit.

“Don’t you have anything skimpier?”

She rolled her eyes at me.

“You are supposed to be recovering- not getting hot and bothered!”

“I’m always hot and bothered around you. Give me something to look at. Besides you said maybe tonight you would take mercy on me.”

She laughed and then nodded.

“I did say that didn’t I? I’ll ask Nev if she has anything.”

I grinned and laid back in the plush armchair I was sitting in. I could wait if there was a skimpy bathing suit in my future. She’d found me swim trunks from somewhere. Unused.

Apparently they just kept extras hanging around.

Like I said. This place was a hotel.

Frannie was back in a few minutes. Her cheeks were red. She held up a red polka dot bikini that made my heart do a little flip flop.

“I’m not sure I can do this.”

“Yes, you can.”

I waited while she went into the attached bathroom to change. Every bed room in this house had a bathroom. All twenty seven of them. Or was it twenty eight?

How crazy was that?

My mouth went dry as Frannie walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was covering her shoulders but the rest of her was proudly on display. Big, high tits. Tiny waist. Juicy as hell hips and curvy legs that didn’t quit.

“Fuck.”

She laughed.

“I need a cover up.”

“No. You definitely don’t.”

She giggled and pulled a sheer scarf out of her bag, wrapping it around her hips. She still looked half naked. I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

“Let’s go.”

“What about the boner you just gave me?”

She gave me a look.

“I’m sure the cold water will take care of that.”

I grumbled but followed her out of the house, my eyes on her gorgeous backside.

I highly doubted anything would take care of my boner.

Except her.

Frannie

I splashed Jace where he lay on the lounge chair by the side of the pool. He smiled and winked at me. He was just watching me, not saying anything. I couldn’t tell if he was being protective or getting a thrill from doing it.

It didn’t really matter though.

“Heads up Frantastic!”

A blur sailed through the air, landing in the deep end. It was Clay. Of course. He’d always known how to make an entrance.

Nevada was standing by the pool side laughing.

“You must be Jace.”

I watched Jace stand and shake hands with Nevada. I half expected him to fall in love with her on sight.
 

Most guys seemed to.

But he just smiled at her in a friendly way and shook her hand.

“Clay, get out here and say hi to Jace.”

“Hey man, heard a lot about you. Jump in!”

“Yeah, okay.”

I cringed as Jace climbed down the ladder. He was supposed to be taking it easy.

“Be careful with him Clay. He’s broken.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Clay splashed Jace. Jace splashed him back. There was an immediate explosion of water spraying everywhere.

I had to laugh. They were such children.

I climbed out and lay out with Nevada. We started oiling each others backs with sun block.

That’s when I noticed that there was zero sound coming from the pool all the sudden.

“Uh, Nev?”

We both turned to see the guys staring at us. Their mouths were open. They were hypnotized.

“Don’t stop on our account ladies.”

Nev laughed and tossed the sunblock at Clay’s head. I shook my finger at Jace. He looked crestfallen as we both lay back and started gossiping, ignoring them completely.

It was just a few minutes later that I felt a shadow looming above us. We looked up and I saw Jace and Clay standing there, blocking out the sun.

Clay had a pitcher of iced tea. Jace had a pitcher of lemonade.

“Iced tea ladies?”

We shrieked as they poured the drinks onto our chests. I was pretty sure that wasn’t accidental. I stood up, sticky lemonade sliding down my body.

“You…”

Jace grinned at me, slowly setting the glass pitcher back down.

“You wouldn’t hurt a wounded man would you?”

I narrowed my eyes. Nevada shoved Clay backwards into the pool. I couldn’t do that to Jace though.

“I have other means of… wounding you.”

His face fell.

“Or denying you anyway.”

“Frannie…”

I tilted my head to the side.

“I think I’ll wear sweatpants to bed tonight. Or maybe I’ll kick Clay out and have a slumber party with Nev.”

He looked crestfallen.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

I sailed past him to the pool house. There was shower in there. I wanted this sticky mess off of me right away.

I turned on the shower, not hearing the door open behind me. I grabbed a clip and pinned my hair back and stepped into the shower.

I felt hands on me, spinning me around.

Jace was naked. Naked and hard. And he looked pissed off.

“You are going to pay for teasing me like that little girl.”

I swallowed. He made me feel so funny when he talked like that. I watched as he untied my bikini straps on my shoulders. Then the ones on my hips. He picked up a bottle of body wash and squirted some on his hands. Then he slid his huge, callused hands over my chest, soaping my breasts.

I moaned at the feeling. It felt… really good. His hands slipped down over my backside and back up again. He washed my body for a long time, both of us silent.

Both of us turned on.

He stepped closer, the soap making our chests slide against each others as he kissed me. Then he growled in my ear.

“Turn around.”

I did as he said. Then he pushed my head down so that I was bent at the waist.

I felt his bare cock against my pussy lips and moaned. It was the first time we’d done anything since his accident. In that time I’d gone on the pill.
 

I was totally unprepared for how he would feel without a condom.

He pressed forward, sliding into me in one long slow stroke.

I gasped, the feeling of his hot silky skin making my body jump. He stayed there, fully embedded as he reached down to play with my nipples. Then he started fucking me.

Slow, hard, deep thrusts. He felt like a locomotion behind me, driving me forward. Riding me.

Owning me.

He stopped, murmuring something about not wanting to cum yet.

Then he started again.

By the time he was getting close I had climaxed at least four times. I had missed this, as much as he had maybe.

Well, maybe not quite as much.

Behind me he was grunting, sounding like a wild animal. I loved it though. Those sounds… it meant he was wild.

For me.

I clenched down as I felt those extra tingles that meant he was close.

He chuffed, his hands holding me still as he drove in, pounding me relentlessly.

I felt him erupt inside me, filling me with his seed.

Oh my God.

Oh.

My.

God.

He lifted me up, still inside me. Then he pulled himself out of me with a groan.

I turned to face him. His face was serious as he gripped my head.

“Don’t ever deny me again.”

Chapter Nineteen

Jace

The fire crackled as I sat on a blanket with Frannie. Across the fire were Clay and Nevada and a couple other of their friends. I had my arm around my girl.

She felt fucking good.

Even just sitting there beside me, she felt good.

My arm was over her shoulder as we sat there, letting the conversation wash over us. Clay lifted his beer, toasting me. I lifted mine back.

He was pretty cool after all.

For a rich guy.

I thought about the fifty grand I had saved up. Most of it from racing. Frannie didn’t want me to drive anymore.

If I went along with that though, what would I do?

I fucking loved driving. Not as much as I loved her though.

Love.

I hadn’t said it yet. But I felt it.

I looked at the girl beside me. The sweet, beautiful brave girl. I brushed her hair away and kiss her long and hard.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She looked at me, her big eyes telling me she was ready to go too.

I’d had her in the pool house just a few hours ago but I was more than ready for round two. And three. And four.

I watched as she said goodbye to everyone. I waved to Nev and Clay but I didn’t come back to the fire. I didn’t want anyone to see the fucking bulge in my pants.

The impressively large bulge, I might add.

We walked in silence back to the car. Frannie was driving since Clay and I had been drinking beers since dinner. Not that I was drunk by any stretch of the imagination.

I wasn’t going to get hammered when I could go to bed with Frannie instead.

It wasn’t even close to an even trade off.

She smiled at me and started the engine, driving back from the beach to the Westlake estate.

“So…”

I looked at her. Hell, I was already looking at her body. But something in her tone made me look at her face.

“You want to talk?”

She nodded, not looking at me.

“You meant it? About coming to Japan with me?”

I slid over to her, my hand pushing her gorgeous hair back so I could see her better.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

She exhaled loudly.

“So you meant all of it.”

“Yes.”

“Even what you said about the future?”

I grinned in the darkness.

“I’m going to marry you Frannie.”

She let out a startled laugh.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes. And you better be sure too.”

I leaned over and kissed her neck during a stop light.

“Not that you have a choice.”

I meant it too. There was no way in hell I was letting her get away from me. It might be kind of stalkerish but I didn’t give two fucks.
 

I knew what I wanted.

I had it.

I was keeping it.

Her.

Frannie

Alone in the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. We’d just gotten back from the beach. Jace had told me he wanted to marry me for the second time.

My mind could hardly believe it.

But my heart did.

And so did my gut.

A brisk knock on the bathroom door broke my train of thought.

I opened the door and stopped in my tracks.

Jace was laying across the bed. He had candles lit everywhere. And he had the sash of my bathrobe in his hand.

“What is this?”

He patted the bed, saying nothing.

I walked over there in my nightie, not sure what to expect.

“Give me your hands.”

I glanced at him, trying to read his expression. He looked calm, not crazed or mischievous. I exhaled sharply, holding out my wrists.

He tied them together and picked me up, putting me in the center of the bed. Then he lifted my arms, tying me to the canopy above us.

“You might break it.”

He just shook his head.

“Try not to move.”

I was breathing heavily as he unbuttoned the front of my nightie. It opened up, hanging on both sides of me. He tilted his head, considering something.