Baller's Baby - A Bad Boy Romance (3 page)

“No, no,
it's ok. You stay and have fun. I'll be fine.”

“Are you
sure? I feel bad.” I laugh at that. Going home sounds absolutely divine. Going
home alone for a few sounds even better.

“Yep,
I'll see you later. Stay out of trouble.” I pierce her with my stare. She
laughs and turns to walk back in the club, ignoring my last statement. That
girl has always been trouble. It follows her everywhere she goes. For the millionth
time this week, I ask myself just what I’ve gotten into by moving here. Day one,
and I’m already in over my head, lying to the police to bail out strangers I
don’t even know. I hate to see what tomorrow might bring.

Too late
to go back now. I'm going have to see this through, no matter how bad it gets.
I’m not a quitter.

Chapter
Three

Kiptyn

I see
her.

She’s
walking down the street with one heel on, and as I watch, she leans against the
brick wall and slips the other off. Digging in the bag at her side, she pulls
out a pair of shorter, flatter shoes and slides them on her feet before she
stands to resume her walk. I catch up to her then.

“Excuse
me,” I say, startling her. She jerks her head to the side, glancing at me over
her shoulder. Her body relaxes for a split second before tensing up again.

“Yeah?”
she asks, turning to face me.

I don’t
know what I planned to say to her once I had her attention, so I decide to just
wing it. My natural charm and charisma have never failed me before.

“Thanks
for that save back there. I really appreciate it. Why don’t you let me take you
somewhere and show you proper thanks?”

She
throws back her head and laughs. The moonlight glances off her bare throat,
beckoning to me. I take a step closer to her, and her laughter dies instantly.

“No
thanks. I’m good,” she says.

I close
the distance between us, and her cheeks flush with excitement. For a moment, I
was starting to wonder if the attraction I felt for her was all one-sided, but
now I know it isn’t. My hand reaches out and skims down the silky smooth skin
of her arm. Her breath catches in her throat.

“Are you
sure? I promise it will be worth it.”

She
steps in close to me. Our mouths are almost touching. I can taste the breath
coming out from between her lips. She doesn’t move another inch, just standing
there, staring at my lips, waiting for me to capture hers.

“Maybe
there is something you can do for me,” she whispers, and my cock responds,
immediately jumping to action. She pulls her mouth away from mine just enough
so that she can trail breathy kisses along my jaw to my ear.

Her
hands travel to the tops of my shoulders. Her fingers squeeze each side of the
muscle lining my biceps before she trails them down my chest and then lower
still to my abs. I want to pull her to me, tuck her in the alleyway, and fuck
her into oblivion right now, but not until she asks for it. Not until she begs.
I have her just where I want her. Mine for the taking.

“Name it,
baby.”

My hands
travel up and down her back, lightly grazing the contours of her ass. Her heart
beats rapidly against my chest, like a hummingbird in flight. She takes a
breath and nibbles gently on my earlobe before whispering in my ear.

“Get
lost, asshole.”

She
whips around so fast that I’m left there wondering what the hell just happened.
Never in my life have I been turned down, especially not after having my hands
on a woman. What the fuck? Before I can comprehend anything, she’s gone, and I’m
left standing on the sidewalk with a hard on I can’t do shit with.

Picking
up my cell, I call Chris. “Yo, where you at?”

“At the
house. You coming over? I got a house full.”

“Yeah.
I’m on my way.”

I spot a
hot little redhead the moment I walk in and quickly let it be known that she’s
coming home with me. She doesn’t mind a bit. I sip on a beer and enjoy talking
shit for about an hour before I take my leave. The redhead follows willingly. I
take her back to my place and proceed to show her exactly why no one denies
Kiptyn Price.

Her legs
tighten around my head as the orgasm rips through her. I lick her one more time,
sucking softly on her pearl of joy before I lift my head and sit back on the
couch. She knows what time it is. I watch her hungrily as she gets to her knees
and pulls me free. Her mouth is working hard at trying to bring any kind of
life to my partner, but the little fucker is dead. I try to coax him with my
hand, but after a minute, it becomes obvious that it isn't happening tonight.

“Fuck.
I’m never drinking another drop again,” I say, even though I know all I had was
a sip of alcohol. It’s something else entirely—I just wasn’t about to make that
public knowledge.

“Mmm,
its ok, baby. I can keep trying,” the redhead says, and I can see by the look
on her face that she means it. She will do whatever it takes to bring life to
my cock. She must have heard the many rumors circulating about what I would do
with all nine inches of it . . . if I can get it up.

“Nah,
it’s cool.” She deflates right there in front of me. “Maybe next time,” I
offer. Her eyes light up. I don't usually take a girl a second time. Once is enough
for me. There are too many fine pieces of ass in this world for me to spend
more than one night on the same girl, but I felt like I owe this chick a redo.

“Yeah,
that would be great.” Her voice purrs at me. I show her to the door and take
the small piece of paper with her number on it from her before shutting the
door. I can't fucking believe this shit. It's eleven at night, and I’m showing
a chick out the door. Never in my life has this happened to me.

Hell,
even when I was green, just coming out of the gates of virginity, I lasted more
than an hour. I take pleasure in being the best fuck out there. I am a goddamn
pro. I’ve never sent a chick home unsatisfied. Of course, I didn't send this
one home that way either. I made sure she enjoyed herself before I even thought
about taking mine. I could still taste her on my lips, smell her on my hands.

Stepping
in the oversized shower, I turn the water on hot and then turn on the jets
lining the wall behind me. Water cascades over me in torrents. I lather up my
sponge and wash away the last of the sticky pussy juices, wondering again what
the hell is wrong with me.

For a
second, I think about making a doctor appointment. There is some scary shit
that can happen to a man, and none of it sounds fun—especially if it makes it to
where I can’t get my dick hard. I’m only twenty-fucking-four. Surely I don’t
have to worry about prostates and shit, right?

“Fucking
hell,” I say, and my mind races, trying to figure out what’s wrong. When was
the last time I got off? When’s the last time my dick got hard? Earlier tonight
flashes into my mind, and the sexy as fuck chick standing over me in four-inch
heels with legs that went on for days.

My cock
twitches.

I close
my eyes and picture her there. I picture the way her ass rounded out perfectly,
dipping high and then tucking in low at her thighs.

My cock
hardens.

I stroke
my hand along it, imagining her thick, full lips wrapping around the head of it
and then her slowly taking me in her mouth, inch by glorious inch. I pump
faster.

I
imagine her on her back, spread before me, begging me to fill her. I readily oblige.
Tightening my grip, I imagine sliding into her tight pussy. My breath is
rushing out in puffs, short and labored. I can feel my orgasm building at the
base of my cock, ready.

One
pump.

Two.

My world
shatters apart. My seed shoots out from deep within, smearing on the wall
across from me. Spent, I lean against the warm tile and turn the water to cool.
At least I know my cock isn't broken—just picky.

I need
to find this chick and fuck her senseless. It’s the only way to get her out of
my head so I can move on. I need to fuck her. Horny women across America depend
on it.

Climbing
from the shower, I try to ignore the ringing of my phone, but it’s the house
phone, and only family has this number, so I wrap a towel around my hips and grab
the cordless off the nightstand in my bedroom.

“Hello?”

“Kiptyn.
How are you, son?” My Granny’s sweet voice fills the other end of the line, and
immediate guilt consumes me. I should have already called her. It’s been almost
a week.

“I’m
good, Granny. How are you? You hanging in there? Do you need me to come home?”

“No, I’m
okay. I’m just worried about you, Kip. We all are. I see all these stories in
the papers, and I know you said most of them weren’t true, but they have
pictures too, son. I didn’t raise you like this. I know you’re going through a
hard time. We all are, but this isn’t the way to handle it.”

“I know,
Granny. I know. I’ll do better. I promise. I’ll make you proud.”

“Oh
baby, you already make me proud. Don’t you worry about that. You just do right
by you and God, and he will take care of you. You hear me?”

“Yes,
ma’am.”

“I love
you. Come see me when you get one of them break things.”

“I will.
I love you too, Granny.”

I hang
up and hang my head, ashamed of the man I’ve become. It all happened so fast,
and I just didn’t know what to do with all the anger I had after we got the call.
That alone pissed me off. The Red Cross called us to let us know that my
brother died. His commanding officer couldn’t come by or call. No. They had the
fucking Red Cross make the call. Then I was mad at Camryn for going. I was mad
at him for wanting to always be a hero. For wanting to be a Marine. For wanting
to save the world. Why couldn’t he be happy just being my brother? Why did he
have leave me too? Wasn’t it enough that we had lost Mom and Dad? How much more
loss could I take before I crumbled under the weight of it all?

Chapter
Four

Skila

I swear,
that just goes to show you why you should never judge a book by the cover. Who
the hell in their right mind offers to have sex with a woman for re-payment for
keeping them out of jail? Now I wish I had let him get carried off too.

Asshole.

Thankfully,
a cabbie had been coming down the street at the right time and I was able to
snatch it up. I didn’t even feel like eating ice cream and watching television
anymore. The nerve of some people. Ugh.

Pouring
a glass of Moscato, I turn the bath water on warm and let it fill up while I
pin my hair back. I need to lie down and relax and wash away all of today’s
craziness. Easing into the bath, I try to let everything go and focus on the
soft lull of the water and the sweet smell of lavender. It’s slowly starting to
take effect. After a few minutes, I decide what I really need is to hear from
home.

Dialing
my Nana’s cell, I wait for her to answer.

“Hello?”
she answered.

“Hey,
Nana.”

“Hello?
How the hell do you answer this damn thing?”

“Nana?
Can you hear me? Nana? Hello?”

“Hello?
Hello? Sky? I can’t hear you,” she yells into the phone.

“Nana,
give it here. Let me see what you did.”

“Hello?”

“Hey,
Dev. What are you doing?” I ask, happy that someone who knows how to work the
phone is on there now.

“Just
stopped by here to check in on Nana and bring her some more Hen. Don’t need her
driving drunk again.”

“Good
point. The neighbors are probably tired of replacing their mailbox.” I laugh—a
real laugh—and it feels good. I didn’t realize how much I already missed my
family until just now.

“How are
you, Sky? Ready to come home yet?”

“No, not
yet,” I say. Even though I may be thinking it, I don’t want my big brother to
know how hard things are on me. He has always been overprotective and wouldn’t
think twice about flying out here and dragging me home. It’s one of the things
I needed to get away from the most. I needed to breathe.

“Stop
hogging the damn phone. Did you get it to work? Is my baby girl there?” Nana
slaps at Devan. I hear him cursing her boney arms across the phone. I already
feel better. I should have called the moment I felt homesick.

“Sky?”

“Hey,
Nana.”

“What’s
wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing,
Nana. I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you.”

“I miss
you too, baby. You got this, angel face. I know it’s hard, but this is what you
wanted. Us Parkers aren’t quitters, now. You hear?”

“Yes,
ma’am. I love you.”

“Love
you too.”

I hang
up and crawl from the tub. My earlier anxiety and apprehension has completely
melted away, along with all thoughts and memories of the stranger at the club.
Crawling in the bed, I close my eyes, and within minutes, I’m out like a light.