Inked: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance Page 8

  “Katie!” I flush. Shit, I’d love that. And he’s right there. He’s so close.

  Katie makes her customary fake innocent face. “Wha?”

  I smack a palm against my forehead, and shake my head. “Never mind. I just can’t with you.”

  Despite my objection, I can’t help but think about what Katie said. How I would love to be over there right now, riding Zane’s big fat cock, feeling him pump those powerful hips beneath me, thrusting deep inside of me with powerful force. My clit throbs in response to my fantasy, and I unconsciously touch myself.

  “Maddy?” Katie asks, looking closely at me with curiosity.

  I snatch my hand away from my lower stomach, my heart pounding, shocked by how close I’ve come to touching my myself in front of my best friend.

  Screw you Zane, I rage, for making me feel this way, for making me lose control.

  I have no idea how I'm going to get through the day with all these dirty thoughts running through my mind. There is no way I’ll be able to focus. I might as well stay home.

  This is why getting with a guy like Zane is no good. We’re not even an item yet and he’s already affecting my school performance. And my sanity.

  “Yeah?” I say, trying to play it cool.

  “You alright?” she asks with a cocked brow.

  “Yeah, why?” I clear my throat and can’t even look her in the eyes.

  Katie shook her head. “I dunno, you started panting and looking all funny and then you were reaching down for your… umm... hoohaw. Got a yeast infection?”

  I scowl with indignation. “Heck no!”

  “Oh. Because I do,” she says with a shrug.

  “Okay, that’s TMI.”

  “Why?” Katie complains. “Aren’t we besties that are supposed to share everything together? Anyway, it itches like hell! I was scratching my stuff so much this morning that my labia turned all--”

  “Katie!” I yell.

  “Wha?”

  “TMI!”

  We spend the next ten minutes arguing over whether Katie should just wear what she has on or change into another outfit until I point out that if we don’t leave soon, we’ll wind up late for class. After a quick breakfast of Corn Pops and OJ, we walk outside.

  It’s a cool morning, the sun is radiant, and the sky is crystal clear. It’s beautiful. It’s so pretty here. It doesn’t have the walkability of being in the city, but I'm starting to love this place.

  “It’s a beautiful day today, isn’t?” Katie echoes my sentiment.

  I’m about to respond when something that's even more beautiful appears out of the condo next door. His hair slicked back, Zane looks like he’s stepped out of GQ magazine with his dark pants and dress shirt that’s opened at the chest, exposing the tanned bronze skin underneath. I swear I can see my tongue rolling along the lines of his chest. His shoulders are so broad, the shirt stretches tight over his muscles. Fuck, he’s so hot.

  With swagger to die for, Zane walks up to us with a playboy grin on his face. It’s hard to look him in the eyes. I just want to stare at his dick, as if it’s out on display again.

  I’m not sure what the protocol is for watching your neighbor masturbate, but my plan is to just ignore it and hope he doesn’t say shit about it. I’m just going to pretend like it never happened.

  He better not say anything. My heart beats faster in my chest. I can see him teasing me for it. Holding it over my head. Shit! And then Katie will know I lied. Fuck, he better not.

  “Are you stalking me now?” I demand, trying to act cool and confident when I’m really shaking inside. All I can think about as I look at him is how hot he looks naked and about his big fat, pulsating cock.

  “Hey,” Katie protests, “you don’t have to be so rude to Zane, Maddy. Geez.”

  Unperturbed, Zane chuckles, a deep throaty sound that does strange things to my nether regions. “Don’t be so vain, peaches, I have to work, too.”

  I snort. “Well those are some pretty nice clothes just for a tattoo parlor.”

  “What can I say? I like looking good.”

  And you smell good too, I think to myself. Zane’s wearing a spicy cologne that turns me on big time. I wanna know what it is. I think I read somewhere that we remember scents the most out of all the senses. I wanna remember this smell. It’s like a masculine scent that was made just for him.

  I’m stumped for a comeback. I’d be lying if I say he looks bad, because he looks like sex on legs. Hell, he's practically a sex god, Zane Adonis Whatever-the-fuck-his-last-name-is.

  Katie giggles. “Dude, you look more than good, like a million bucks!”

  I shoot Katie a murderous glare for her treachery. She’s supposed to be on my side.

  Zane grins at Katie’s compliment and then says, “But maybe I did decide to leave the second you came out.”

  “See. You’re a stalker.” I hold back my smile and the small thrill I get from him admitting it. It shouldn’t make me so freaking happy, but it does.

  “But I won’t have to be one if you'd just hang out with me, preferably by watching a movie or something.”

  Katie leans in and growls into my ear, “Maddy, if you don’t say yes, I’m going to possess your body and have violent sex with him.” I have to laugh from her threat.

  I'm silent for almost a full minute, my mind racing, before I finally say, “Fine. You win. I’ll hang out with you.”

  Victory flashes in Zane’s eyes, but he’s not surprised. He knew I would give in eventually, the arrogant bastard. “A movie at your place it is. What movie would you like to see?”

  “I heard Deadpool is good,” Katie chimes in.

  I turn to Katie and scold, “He didn’t ask you!” I turn back to Zane and deadpan. “Deadpool.”

  Zane laughs while Katie mutters something under her breath about finding a place to hide a dead body.

  After Katie and I exchange a few more feisty barbs, Zane says, “You girls are hilarious, but I gotta get going. Got a busy schedule up at the shop.” He nods at Katie and says, “See ya.” And to me, “Catch you later, peaches.” I blush at his words and tuck my hair back behind my ear. Shit. This is not good. He’s really affecting me now. Shit!

  Katie squeals with delight as we watch him walk off. “Peaches! I just love that nickname. It’s so frickin' cute.”

  I roll my eyes. “Oh please, it’s obnoxious you mean.” No it’s not. I fucking love it. Damn it.

  Katie turns to me, a big grin on her face. “You know why he named you that, right?”

  “No, why?”

  “Because he wants to eat you out.”

  I smack Katie on the arm and she howls with laughter. “I’m so done with you, Katie Butler!”

  “I’m serious. He thinks you taste sweet, and he probably thinks about your juices, rolling down his chin while he’s in between your…”

  I plug my fingers in my ears. “I’m taking the bus!”

  Katie laughs even harder, going red in the face.

  “It’s not funny!”

  “Oh yes it is. You should’ve seen your face!”

  I roll my eyes and walk off to the car. A few minutes later, we’re driving down the road toward the university.

  “Will you watch the movie with us and be my third wheel?” I ask, interrupting Katie in the middle of singing a Katy Perry song. It’s gonna be bad if I don’t have her there. I already know it. I’m ready to cave. I can’t let it happen. I’m… I’m scared. That’s the truth, and I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I am. I’m so scared that I’m on the edge of a cliff, and he’s gonna fuck me and then throw me off.

  Katie glances over at me. “Hmm. I dunno, Maddy. You’ve been pretty awful to me.”

  “I have? How?” She actually sounds hurt, and that worries me. I feel like I’m losing myself; I can’t lose her, too.

  “Well, let’s see here, you said I have a flat ass.”

  “I already said that was a joke.”

  “And you didn’t want to hear ab
out my itchy vag.” Okay, now I know she’s joking. Thank fuck.

  When I open to my mouth to curse, Katie holds up a hand. “Okay, okay, don’t pull out your machete. I might watch with you.”

  “Might? What do you mean might?” I make sure to put a hint of a threat in my voice, because I need her there.

  “I just don’t understand why you would want me there. I mean, the guy is hot as all hell. I wouldn’t want to share him in the least.”

  “That’s the very reason why I need you to come. To keep me from doing something I regret. I mean, we’re going to be in the living room on the couch together, all alone and in the dark...” My voice trails off as I think about how hot the setting sounds. I could just imagine us on the couch, Zane’s lips on my neck, my hands stroking his rock-hard cock through his jeans. Just thinking about it makes my body shudder with anticipation.

  “That sounds like the beginning of a porno movie.”

  “Katie,” I growl.

  “Alright, alright. I’ll be there.”

  I lean across my seat and give Katie a brief hug. “Thank you, Katie.” She really has no idea how much this means to me.

  Katie looks over at me and winks as she says, “You’re welcome... peaches.”

  I resist the urge to kill her and settle on a death glare.

  Chapter Ten

  Zane

  Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been nervous like this before. It’s stupid. It’s not like I’m some dumb kid trying to get laid for the first time. But that same anxiety is racing through my blood.

  Maybe it’s the challenge? The fact that I don’t know this is going to end in a good fuck.

  That’s gotta be why I’m so damn nervous. I wanna make sure I do this shit right so she’ll give me more. 'Cause I sure as fuck want it.

  I did my homework. I’ve got a funny movie she’s gonna love, Deadpool. I heard the guy gets pegged though, not sure how I feel about that. And I picked out some flowers for my girl. She seems like a girl who’d like sunflowers.

  Something about her tells me she’d like them more than other kinds of flowers.

  I almost went traditional with a dozen red roses, but I think she’d like these better. I fucking hope she does.

  I knock on the door and wait. I look down at the flowers. Shit, this is stupid.

  I’ve never fucking bought flowers for a girl in my entire life.

  I almost chuck them behind the bushes, but then the door opens.

  My jaw drops slightly and my heartbeat slows.

  She looks fucking gorgeous. She’s in a shift dress that fades from white to pink and ends mid-thigh. It’s not hugging her body, it’s loose. I could rip that up and off of her in a second flat. She’s teasing me by hiding her curves under that dress, but I already know how voluptuous she is.

  My lips kick up into a smirk as I ask, “You get dressed up just for me, peaches?” I have to tease her. It wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t.

  She looks like she’s going to say something smart, but then she sees the flowers. She blushes a bit and rocks back on her heels. “Did you really get me flowers?”

  The way her voice softens and color rises into her cheeks, I think I struck something in her. A chink in her armor. Fuck yes, sunflowers are my new favorite flower. Not that I already had one to begin with. But if I can get her guard down with a bouquet, I’ll get one for her every day.

  I hold them out for her to take and then lean in. My hands grip the door jamb and I take a peek inside.

  “You letting me in?” I cock a brow and wait for my words to sink in.

  Her smile falls comically and she rolls her eyes before turning her back to me and walking straight back toward the living room. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I take a step in and close the door behind me. Her place is the mirror opposite of mine.

  Except it’s littered with Ikea furniture and girly shit.

  “Hi Zane!” Katie bounds down the stairs with a bright smile on her face. “You’re looking scrumptious today,” she adds with a wink. This girl is ridiculous, but I love how Maddy whips around and gives her the evil eye. My girl’s a bit jealous. Usually that’s a turnoff, but on her, I fucking love it.

  “Hey there, Katie,” I greet. My brow furrows as I watch her swing around the staircase and head in the wrong fucking direction. What’s this shit? She’s gotta get her ass upstairs or preferably out of the house. The only reason I even suggested we do this here is because I knew Maddy would flat-out say no to a movie date at my place.

  I walk back to the living room and find Katie taking a seat on a slipper chair in the far corner and Maddy walking into the room with the sunflowers in a vase. She sets it down on the coffee table and completely ignores my look as she walks back to the kitchen.

  The look that’s saying, What the fuck is your roommate staying here for? Katie pulls a throw blanket over her lap, completely ignoring me, too.

  Maddy walks back in with two bowls of popcorn. They’ve got red and white stripes on them, obviously meant for movie dates. She hands one to Katie, who’s apparently in charge of the remotes.

  I follow Maddy to the sofa, choosing my battles. Specifically, choosing not to make this a battle. She’s sitting under a blanket with a bowl of popcorn on her lap continuing to pretend she can’t feel my eyes boring into her skull.

  “You’re gonna miss it if you don’t sit down.” Maddy doesn’t even make eye contact with me as she says it.

  If that’s the way she wants to play it, fine by me. Katie’s in for a show then.

  I toss Katie the movie, giving in to this little battle. “All yours,” I tell her.

  She grins, loving that she gets to stay for this showdown. That girl is trouble and she fucking knows it.

  I take my seat next to Maddy and spread my arms out over the back of the sofa. I don’t even mention the obvious.

  A few minutes tick by of Maddy and Katie exchanging small talk as Katie fast forwards to the start of the movie. I just watch, letting them get comfortable. The two of them take covert glances at me occasionally. I keep a smile on my face so they know I’m fine with this.

  Honestly, it’s fine with me. It’s not gonna be fine for Maddy in a minute. But for right now, it’s all good.

  I try to look straight ahead and watch the movie. My peaches is leaning against the armrest, her feet are a few inches from me and she’s got the blanket over her lap.

  I have to figure out a way to play my next move right.

  I’m sure as shit not gonna be a good boy and stay seated during the movie and have her kick my ass out as soon as it’s over.

  Fuck that! That’s not a date. And she promised me a date.

  I pick her legs up and put them on my lap. I have to hold in a laugh as a piece of popcorn falls from her mouth and lands on the floor. I've obviously startled her. She looks back at me nervously, eyeing me up and down. I keep my hands on her calves and start giving her a massage. My thumb kneads into her muscles, not too deep. Just enough to give her a soothing touch.

  I wait for her to say something. To tell me to stop, but she doesn’t.

  Katie laughs at something we both missed. I look at the screen and a dude’s getting shot.

  I look back at Katie, that fucking psycho. She’s cracking up.

  I shake my head and grin. I look at Maddy and see she’s picking at the bits of popcorn left in her bowl.

  I’m quick to take it out of her hands and lay it down on the floor. She doesn’t need another distraction. As I set it down I slide in behind her so my chest is to her back. She’s stiff at first, but she gives in to me.

  Yes, good girl. Progress.

  She clears her throat and tries to lean away from me slightly.

  That’s fine, she can play like that.

  I slip my hand under the covers and rest it on her thigh. I don’t squeeze, and it’s on her outer thigh and over her dress. As if it’s just a simple touch and there’s no intention of going further. Her breathing picks
up, and she knows exactly what I’m doing.

  She turns against me and opens that smart mouth of hers, but I cut her off before she says anything.

  “Shh, the movie’s on.” I keep my eyes on the screen as Katie turns.

  “Hush, Maddy.” I can’t help the rough chuckle and wide smile as Katie admonishes Maddy.

  Maddy presses her lips into a tight line and backs her ass up hard into my dick.

  Oh, damn. I bend over her body slightly and hold my breath for a second. “That was real fucking close, peaches,” I whisper in her ear.

  She turns back to give me some of that lip, but Katie cuts her off.

  “Guys!”

  Maddy looks back at Katie likes she’s ready to snap. I fucking love this. It’s more entertaining than any movie I could’ve picked out.

  I take advantage of the two of them engaging in a stareoff and slip my hand up Maddy’s dress.

  Katie gets a sly look on her face and whips her head to the TV. I’m sure my girl gave it away. But I don’t give a fuck.

  She arches her back as I move my hand to her pussy. The sight of her pushing her breasts out like that makes my dick even harder.

  Her eyes go wide and I lean in close to her, resting my head just behind hers.

  “Shh,” I tell her and plant a kiss on her neck.

  Her breathing picks up, but she lets me. She looks back at me and bites her lip, but she doesn’t say anything.

  Yes!

  I tap her thighs, waiting to see if she’ll let me go farther, and she does. My girl must need this 'cause she’s not fighting me.

  That sassy mouth of hers is closed, and her legs are spread just enough for me to get her off. I chuckle in the crook of her neck.

  My stubborn peach is at least willing to put her guard down long enough to let me get her off. Maybe she’s thinking she’ll just get off and leave me hanging, and to be honest, I’m fine with that. For now.

  Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing and she licks her lips as I slip my fingers past her panties and circle her clit. My dick is hard as steel as I feel how hot and wet she is. Damn, she’s good at putting on a front and denying herself what she wants.