Jagged: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance (14 page)

I blushed. “I wish there was a line of guys outside my door.” I laughed. “There were a couple guys in high school that had a thing for me but I felt like I wasn't good enough for them. If they saw who I really was, they'd run away.”

“So why now? Why me?” he asked.

“I've never felt this instant connection with anyone before. I probably should have waited a little longer before sleeping with you, but I couldn't help myself.”

Lucas ran his fingers through my hair. “You're irresistible. There's no way I could have waited any longer.”

Is he talking about me?

I turned away from Lucas and he spooned me from behind, his flaccid penis pushing against my ass. His arms wrapped around me and he nuzzled the back of my neck with his nose. I felt so safe that I didn't want this moment to end.

I had been through so much that day. The sudden impact of everything I went through, hit me all at once. I was so exhausted.

The sun pierced the blinds and hit my face, baking my skin until I awoke. My legs and arms were entangled with Brooke's. I stared at her calm face while she slept. She looked so peaceful—so beautiful.

What did a girl like Brooke see in me? She wasn't just here for my money. She had no idea of my past until I told her. Any of my other brothers would be a better fit.

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. I didn't want to leave but I had to—it was the only way to keep her safe. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone off the nightstand. I found my jeans sprawled out on the floor. I quietly put my legs through and raised them up, buckling the belt.

Brooke shifted in bed. I froze for a second and she opened her eyes.
Fuck!
This was not how I wanted her to see me.

“Good morning, lover,” she said, rubbing her eyes. Brooke's gaze went down to my jeans and her eyes shot open. “Going somewhere?”

I knew I couldn't leave her. She was perfect in very way. “I was just going to make a call to John to see if everything was okay yet.”

Brooke rolled around, the sheets becoming taut, conforming to her perfect skin. My pants got tighter. How could she have such an effect on me?

“I'll be right back.”

“Don't be too long.” She smiled. I needed a photo of her happy face to look at whenever I wanted to.

I went outside and almost collapsed against the closed door, my heart beating in my chest. I didn't want to leave Brooke. I was scared—terrified because things were moving so quickly. I'd never felt this way about a girl before. This was undiscovered territory.

I think I'm in love
.

I pulled out my phone and called my brother.

“Where are you, Lucas?” John asked quickly.

“A motel.”

“Thank God you're safe.”

“What about Gabriel and Iain?”

“They're fine. Gabriel took a bullet to the shoulder but he's going to be fine. I have the family doctor working on him now.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good to hear.”

The memory of Charles came flooding back to me. I'd been so caught up with Brooke that I forgot all about it. My throat closed up and I choked on tears. “Charles was a good brother,” I told John.

I could hear John on the other end trying to hold it together. “He was family and he'll be missed.” After a moment of silence. “Is the girl all right?”

“She's a little shaken up but fine. How are we going to strike back at the Russians?”

“Not over the phone, Lucas, we'll talk later today at the pub.”

He was right. I shouldn't be talking about business on the phone. Royalty were big targets of wiretaps. “See you soon.”

Now I needed to figure out what to do with Brooke. Could we really be happy together? I hoped so.

I went back into the hotel room and the bed was empty, the sheets strewn about. The shower was running and steam escaped through the open bathroom door. I stepped softly along the carpet, taking off my jeans as I sneaked into the bathroom. The dense fog barely gave any visibility. I could see the outline of Brooke behind the glass shower door—her figure was a sight to behold. Every curve of her body begged to be touched—worshiped.

I opened the shower door and crept inside. Brooke didn't notice me as she washed her hair. I wiped the suds out of her eyes and she smiled at me.

“I was hoping you'd come in.”

“How could I resist?”

I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her to me. Our lips collided with a bang. Brooke moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.

The way she cried out turned me on so much. My erection pressed against her belly, pulsing with heat. The warm water soothed my skin.

“Last night couldn't have been more perfect,” she whispered.

“I want you so badly,” I replied. I tugged on her hair, tilting her head back so I could kiss her throat.

Brooke put my hands on my chest and pushed me away.

Did she not want me?

“I want to make you feel good,” she said with a devilish grin. Brooke got down on her knees in front of me.

Fuck yes...

Brooke grasped my shaft with both hands. She kissed my tip, lightly flicking her tongue against it. She looked into my eyes and opened wide before shoving my length into her mouth. I groaned as she wrapped her lips around my manliness. My breathing quickened and Brooke pushed me in and out.

I brushed her soaking wet hair out of her face and held it into a ponytail behind her head. She gripped my hardness with one hand and stroked as she went down on me.

I thought she had never been with a man before.
Where did she learn to do this?

Brooke sucked on me hard and then pulled my erection out. It was my turn to pleasure her. I tried to lift Brooke by the arms but she wasn't done yet. Not even close.

She ran her tongue all the way down from the tip to the base. A shiver ran down my spine as she put me back in her mouth. “Please Brooke, I'm so close. You need to stop.”

She ignored anything I said and kept going. The pleasure felt so good, I didn't want to argue anymore.

“Oh Brooke!” I yelled as I unloaded inside her mouth. Brooke's head bobbed up and down on me, swallowing all my semen.

Holy fuck! I can't believe this.

Brooke pulled me out and wiped my seed that was dribbling from the corner of her lips. My knees could barely hold me up. I fell down next to Brooke on the shower floor. The water cascaded off both of us as I held her against my chest.

“Did you like that?” she asked innocently.

“I thought you told me you'd never done that with a guy before?”

“Never have.” Brooke smiled.

“You're too damn good.”

Brooke beamed with pride. “You taste so good.”

“Does this mean we're going out?” I asked.

Brooke lifted her head from my chest. “That's no way to ask a girl out.”

The thought of having a girlfriend was repulsive. In all my years I had never even been close. But somehow with Brooke, it was all different. “Will you be my girlfriend?” I said through a clenched  jaw.

“You really mean it? We've only been together for a short while. I don't want you to have any regrets.”

I nodded. “You're all I ever wanted, Brooke.”

“I'll be your girlfriend, Lucas,” she replied with tears in her eyes.

I took her in my arms and pressed my lips against hers. “You're all mine now,” I whispered in her ear.

“And you're mine,” she replied.

I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.

I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Lucas took me from behind. He grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.

How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.

“I'm going to come, Brooke,” Lucas moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.

I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But I was too exhausted. That orgasm had taken everything out of me.

We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.

“Time to go now, Brooke.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake bow.

Lucas grinned and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Lucas' car was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride with the top down and the vibrations beneath my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Lucas touching my naked flesh.

I sat in the passenger seat and placed my hand on Lucas' thigh as he turned the key in the ignition. We weren't strangers anymore. Lucas was my boyfriend now.

I wanted to say it out loud just to make this was all real.

My heart jumped with glee. I was no longer a freak—no longer a virgin.

We drove off and I enjoyed the nice breeze and the feel of Lucas' hand in mine. I wanted to ride around town all day with him. But we stopped outside of my apartment complex.

“So this is where you live?” he asked.

“Yep, until school is over at least.”

“Any roommates?”

“I did but she moved back to the states at the end of last semester.”

“Why don't you invite me inside?” Lucas grinned.

The thought of Lucas taking me on every surface of my apartment was a tantalizing image but I shook my head. “I would but I know what would happen if we were alone again. I just have to work on my history paper for a little bit.” The words felt so idiotic the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted him so badly.

“You sure you're not going to run away?”

“I can't, my car is still at the pub.”

Lucas smiled. “How about I have it delivered.”

“That would be perfect.”

Lucas leaned outside the car window and planted a kiss on me cheek. He put his sunglasses back on and started his Mustang. The thunderous roar of the engine vibrated in my chest. I waved and exhaled as he drove away.

I went into my apartment and everything looked foreign. I had only been away for a day but it felt like an eternity. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge for something to eat—completely empty. I fixed myself a cup of tea instead and opened up my laptop to a blank Word document. I wanted to get down as much information as I could before I forgot. My notes from yesterday were pretty much useless.

Flashes of last night distracted me from my work. How could I get any work done when Lucas was the only thing on my mind? But now I had the perfect subject. I typed the title at the top of the page: