Doing It Risqué (New Adult Erotic Romance) Book 2 (2 page)

“Finn, I’m going to come,” I said and squeezed my own boobs in delight.

He continued to stroke me even faster. “Yes, baby, come for me. I want to feel you milk my cock.”

His words sent me over the edge. I felt my nub pulsate under his touch and then the delicious explosion came. Orgasmic waves moved through my body, cramping my toes, while shut my eyes, wincing. I let out a cry, feeling his cock pumping inside me, my muscles surrounding him. I quivered, buckling over.

My boobs were in his mouth again and then I felt his dick throb. I looked at him. His eyes rolled back and he opened his mouth, letting out a bestial roar. Warm liquid filled my pussy. His shaft thumped, growing and shooting seed out into the latex. He groaned and I felt his saliva wetting my nipples.

His head arched back over the edge of the couch. I felt his dick becoming flaccid in my vagina. We were both panting, exhausted.

“My god, that was good,” he muttered. His arms were clasped around me and I slumped down onto his robust torso. Naked, excited and coming together; it was magnificent.

We just lay there for a while, not moving. His nose was close to my head and he sniffed. “I love how you smell.”

I chuckled. He was kind, funny, and so damn hot. I wanted to stay with him. I didn’t care about the fact that he was an ex-convict. It was all in the past and whatever he did couldn’t have been bad. He just didn’t seem like the type. Plus, I trusted him. He treated me well and loved me without wanting anything in return. Finn was definitely the man for me. But what would my father think? He would never let me be with Finn, let alone marry him, because that’s what my father wanted.

What should I do?

Eloping was an idea, but then we’d have no money to come by. My father would instantly pull me from the heritage. And if we didn’t, he would force me to be the wife of some idiot with buckets of money, but I’d lose Finn for good. I didn’t want him to be just a fling or something on the side. I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I knew had to make a choice. This was going to be tough.

After I got off Finn and dressed myself again, he threw the used condom away and p
ulled on some clean boxers and pants.

“So, do you have to go to work today, or … ?” he asked. “Because I don’t really know where you work.”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I work at the Dame Chic Store, down town, but only late in the afternoon.”

“Cool, so you can stay a little while longer,” he said, winking.

I smiled and blushed. It was nice to finally have a man who wanted my company instead of my money.

Finn sat down with me again and gave me my plate, shoving food in my mouth. It became easier the more I settled on the idea that food was also enjoyable, especially because Finn smeared it all over my face and dropped a few pieces of egg to the floor too. Being thin wasn’t all that important and I realized that one or two bites wouldn’t make that much of a difference.

“I told you I’d make you love food again,” he said, putting down the empty plate.

I chuckled. “It’s so easy for you, being a man. All you guys think about is meat.”

“Meat. Yes. Bacon … hmm … but your sexy flesh will do just fine too.” Finn muffled a laugh.

“Womanizer,” I said and, looking at his radiating face, felt butterflies in my stomach. The dimples in his cheeks when he smiled were so cute and that tattoo gave him such a rough edge, even though I knew it was just on the outside. He was such a softie to the core, making me breakfast, feeding me, letting me stay here.

I was really falling for this guy.

My phone buzzed and I jolted up. It sounded as though it was empty, because I knew I’d set it on mute since I left home. I walked to the bedroom and took my cell phone from my bag. About twenty text messages appeared on the screen, all sent since I came to Finn’s place, and they were all from the same person; Louis, my father’s butler.

I winced, my heart rate increasing.

22.13 - yesterday

‘Grace, where are you? Your father is terribly upset.’

22.42 - yesterday

‘Please come home. He’s frantic now. He’s about to call the cops on you.’

23.27

‘Dear, just stop what you’re doing and get home already. He’s actually gotten about fifteen police officers looking for you.’

There were fifteen other messages that seemed similar to those, except one.

07.46 - today

‘Your father has enabled the tracking device that was installed in your phone. They’ll probably arrive where you are in due time. I don’t know what you’re doing, Grace, but please get out before it’s too late.

My eyes jerked up at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. It was eight ‘o clock.

I squealed.
Shit, shit, shit! No, this can’t happen. They can’t be here!

I ran to the other side of the room and started packing like a mad woman, throwing my clothes in the suit case and jamming it shut, almost breaking the heel of an expensive shoe that was caught in between.

“What are you doing, Grace?” Finn asked, standing in the doorway.

“I have to go,” I muttered, zipping the case.

“What? You just got here. I thought you were running away?”

“I am … or I was … I wanted to.” I sighed.

Finn came closer and spread his arms, but I leaned back.

“Please, don’t. Stop. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I have to go back home again. I’m sorry, Finn. I didn’t mean for it to go like this.” I gazed at the floor feeling ashamed.

“So I guess you just wanted sex then.” He folded his arms. “Figured. I knew it was too good to be true. Hot, rich girls like you don’t usually end up staying with criminals that have a shitty job and who can’t even read.”

“No.” I slapped my hand against my forehead. “No, Finn, that’s not it at all. I like you just the way you are.” I caressed his stubbly face. “You’re more than I ever wanted, but …” I choked on my own words. Tears welled up in my eyes again, thinking about hurting him and myself.

“But what?” He looked down upon me, his hands still held firmly to his chest, as if he wasn’t going to let me into his arms again until he was sure he wasn’t just a quicky for me.

“It’s my father, Finn. He controls every aspect of my life. What I do, who I hang out with, where I work. I don’t even have my own money. And guess what? He wants me to marry a douche bag he chooses, just so he can expand his company.”

Now I couldn’t fight the tears anymore. I clenched my fists until my nails dug so hard into my skin it left marks.

“What? Are you serious?” Finn opened his arms and pulled me into his embrace when I nodded.

“Oh, Grace … I’m so sorry.”

My phone buzzed again. Frantic, I pushed myself away from him and took it out of my bag again.

‘They’ll be there in ten minutes.’

My eyes widened.
Crap!

“Finn, I have to go. My father is crazy. He’s activated some kind of tracking device in my phone I didn’t even know was there and now they’re coming here. They know where you live, Finn.” I dragged my suitcase past him, but he grabbed my arm, twirling me around.

His pupils dilated, one eyebrow inched upward, while the other drew closer to his face. He clearly didn’t understand what I meant.

“If I don’t go now, and they find me here, god knows what he’ll put you through. You might end up back in prison, for all I know.”

“No, that’s impossible. I haven’t done anything wrong and you haven’t either. We only had sex, that’s not against the law. I don’t care what he thinks.”

“You don’t know my father, Finn. He’ll go to any length to keep me from another man, especially one that hasn’t got bucks to back it up. Trust me when I say he’ll find something on you and put you in the puniest hole he can find.”

Now his eyes became watery too. I never expected him, out of all people, to cry when I left. I never mattered to anyone. Seemed like Finn didn’t want me to go after all. As if he cared more for me than he intended to.

“No, I don’t know him, but you can’t be serious on just marrying some dude you don’t even know, just so your father can be happy.”

“I don’t have a choice, Finn. I wish I had one, but sadly, I didn’t choose where I was born.” I walked out into the living room carrying my suitcase.

“So now what? You’re just going to leave and that’s it?” he said.

“Please don’t make it harder for me than it already is,” I said. “I don’t want you to go through hell just because of me.”

I opened the door, facing the outside world. The fresh air was now a painful reminder of what I would lose if I stepped further.

“Goodbye Finn,” I said and closed the door behind me, forcing back the tears that filled my eyes. I thought I had a choice, but it was all a delusion. Finn wasn’t someone I could stay with, even though I wanted it more than anything. Marrying a rich guy against my will was my future and I had to accept that. My father made sure of that.

I fled from the building, clenching my cell phone in my hand so hard it almost cracked. People passed me by with huge circles, while I grated my teeth and stomped through the streets. In front of me stood a large garbage truck picking up trash and I got an idea. I knew the men my father had sent after me wouldn’t stop looking for me and that the tracking device was in my phone. A sly smile formed on my face when a mischievous idea popped into my head.

I could throw the phone in the truck and have them run after it for days.

I muffled a laugh and quickly set my plan into action. On my high heels I tiptoed toward the truck and threw it in as far as I could.
Revenge succeeded.

Chuckling out loud, I made my way back to the mansion, savoring every bit of evilness that came from me right now. Yes, I wanted to punish my father for what he did to me.

As I entered our estate, the gardeners in the enormous garden filled with animal shaped bushes, clean cut hedges, rose canopies and flowerbeds gawked me like I was an actress walking on a red carpet. It wasn’t their usual look though. This time they seemed scared.

I walked up the steps of our villa, but before I could open the door, it already swung open.

My father stood right in front of me. Eyes wide, brows furrowed, his face as red as a tomato.

Oh boy. Guess he saw me coming.

“Hi, father,” I said, forcing a smile.

He squinted, exhaled loudly through his nose, and then raised his thumb and pointed it back toward the house. “In. Now.”

I scurried past him, withholding a laugh, but then froze in place when I saw a man, thin like a wooden board, standing right in front of the staircase in the middle of the hall, cleaning his glasses with a tissue.

“Hello, Grace,” he said, and he put his glasses back on. The movement of his lips made the pimples on his face squeeze together. I winced. His head had the shape of a balloon and his smile looked like that of a horse.

“Who’s this, father?” I asked.

“Grace, this is Dexter, your fiancé.”

My pupils dilated and I made a u-turn. “What?” I screamed.

“Since you neglected your duties and thought it wise to disgrace me in front of fifty other men I had to sen
d home, because you escaped to do God knows what, I have chosen a proper husband for you.”

“No, no, no, I didn’t agree with this. I will never marry someone you choose,” I said.

“You will or I will have you removed from the heritage.”

“What? Father, you can’t just—”

“Enough!” His sudden violent outburst caused my eyes to flood with tears, but I swallowed and forced them back.

It was silent for a few seconds.

My father cleared his throat. “Now, let’s have some tea and get to know each other with a friendly conversation. Louis?”

“I’ll get the tea.” Our butler bustled out.

My nose continued to twitch when my father put his hand on my back. “It’s for the best, Grace. After all, you do want to remain in the family legacy, don’t you?”

My jaw was tightly shut. No way in hell I would talk to that man. At least not for today. I felt betrayed. My father should’ve respected my boundaries. I wasn’t some kind of puppet on a string he could play around. But my chances weren’t wiped out yet. What if I could make this loser want to ditch me?
Yes, that’s a good plan. If he becomes disgusted with me, he’ll surely run off.

We sat down in our gigantic living room, on couches where my butt sank in so far I could hardly get out anymore.
Just another way of keeping me here, I suppose.
But luckily I was far away from my father who sat in his regular king-size chair. I couldn’t stand the sight of him, let alone be near him.

“Dexter’s father owns the telephone company I bought yours at,” my father said, pulling his jacket straight.

“Oh really? Fascinating,” I mumbled and supported my cheek with my fist, leaning on the couch with my elbow. Looking slouched and uninterested was definitely the way to go to ditch this guy. He was already wincing. In plain sight, I picked my nose. His lip coiled downward.

“Show him yours, Grace. I think he’d love to see that you like using their products,” my father said, twitching his head multiple times.

“Can’t. Since you sent a couple of hyena’s, I mean ‘men’, after me, I found out the hard way you planted a tracking device in my phone.” I gazed at my father, then at our guest, who seemed to be getting more anxious.

My father pulled his collar. “Well, that’s only one of the many uses of their magnificent products.” The pitch in his voice changed and he lifted one lip into an awkward smile.

“Actually, it’s in the garbage truck now. You can dig it up if you like,” I said, yawning.

My father’s eyes widened and he clenched the chair tight.

Louis brought the tea and set it down on the table before leaving. Both men stared at me in disbelief while I took a cup and slurped down the contents as loud as I could.

“You look lovely, Grace,” Dexter said, his voice crackling.

A drop of tea streamed down my chin. I wasn’t having any of this. Not ever. I shut my eyes, rubbed it with my shirt and smeared my mascara all over my face. “Aw, thank you,” I said, afterward. “You think I’m pretty?” I snorted and made some pig sounds while laughing.

“Grace!” My father yelled.

“Oh, look at the time,” I said, taking a clock standing next to me on the table and turning the arrows to four hours later. I showed it to them, and then placed it back. “Have to go to work. Bye.” I stood up, set my cup on the table and barged out, leaving the two men gaping and speechless.

***

My manager didn’t approve of me coming so early this day, but I explained to her why and she told me I could stay for as long as I liked. She called him up saying I had more work to do, because I was late another day. Good excuse to get him off my back. Guess I wasn’t the only one appalled by my father’s actions.

I could finally relax, being in my favorite place, between fabulous clothes and awesome people, who, like me, adored looking stylish. I enjoyed sorting the racks, folding the clothes, dressing the dolls in different outfits and helping the customers find their perfect match. It was my only escape from my usual locked down life and made me feel useful.

Bending over to pick up an accessory I’d dropped, I noticed a customer with filthy jeans entered the store and muddied the floor. I couldn’t see who it was, but I definitely noticed it was a guy disappearing into the changing booth.

“Hey,” I said, walking after him. “Sorry, but you can’t …” When I ripped open the curtain, it was Finn standing behind it.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, turning around to meet me.

“Finn? What are you doing here?”

“Just dropping by to surprise you.” He pulled me in and closed the curtains behind, embracing me.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, completely dumbfounded by his sudden appearance.

“You said you worked here, didn’t you?”

“Oh … right.” I’d completely forgotten that. Since the debacle of marriage with my father, Finn was the last thing that was on my mind. However, his sudden visit put a smile on my face.

He kissed my hair, while rocking me from side to side and I took in his musky scent. Oh, how I wanted things to be like this always. I knew it wasn’t possible.

I pushed him back, the smile on my face disappeared when I saw his emerald eyes beaming. “Finn … we can’t do this anymore. My father he …”

“Yeah, I know, he wants you to marry some rich dude, right?”

“Yes, well he actually already arranged a marriage for me.”

“What?” Finn grabbed my arms.

“I came home to find a stranger in our house and my father said I was his fiancé, so I guess he really did cross that line.”

“Jesus …” Finn mumbled.

“Exactly.”

“Well, only one thing to do about it,” he said.

“Accept it and move on?”

“Absolutely not.” He opened the curtains again to look around, and then closed them again. “I’ll have to take you from him.”

“Finn … there’s no chance, my father—”

He nudged his finger on my lips. “Stop. I don’t care about your father. I want you. You’re the first girl who hasn’t run away from me, scared to death, when I said I was an ex-convict and you even wanted to stay with me.”

“I do. It’s just that I can’t, Finn.”

“I’ll fight for you, with everything I’ve got.”

I folded my arms. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“Simple,” he whispered. “You ditch the guy by being an ass and I’ll pretend I’m rich and force my way in. I know how to convince people to like me,” he said, winking.

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am serious.” Finn cupped my face and planted his lips on mine, kissing me hard.

“Pretend you’re rich? There’s no possible way, Finn, my father does background checks on everything,” I muttered, in between his ragged kisses.

“I know a guy or three who can make it happen. Fake ID’s, fake cards, fake business, fake everything. Trust me, babe, when you’ve been where I’ve been, and I mean prison, you know where to find the good stuff.” His lip curled upward in a half smile. “So, are you in?”

“I … I …” I was dying to say yes, but I didn’t want to disappoint Finn, nor did I want to disappoint myself.

“Guess that’s a yes then.” Finn forced a kiss on my lips one last time before fleeing out of the booth, leaving me there, breathless.