“Some boys can get rough, some don’t always listen when you tell them to stop, and some boys, they’re just monsters. You gotta be careful who you play with…” ~ Jax Declan
I’m a tease, always have been. In my teens, Jax Declan tried to warn me about staying away from the bad boys. The only boy I ever wanted was Jax. But, no matter how much I tried to play with him, he rejected me. I haven’t see Jax Declan in years. A couple friends and I are going back to the Bayou for the summer. A little older now, and a bit wiser, I’ve decided that I’m going to find my teenage crush and I’m going to break him. This summer Jax Declan will play with me. But the closer I get and the more I learn about the reserved, discreet, and sexy Jax Declan. Well, I’m starting to think that Jax Declan might just be one of those bad boys he tried to warn me about all those years ago.
Prologue
I slip a trembling hand inside her shirt, move it up her soft belly, and reach her lacy bra. A moan escapes her lips, and I deepen the kiss. Pulling the lace out of my way, my knuckles scrape across a small bead. My heart beats recklessly beneath my own shirt. I find her nipple again, that perfect little tight bead, and squeeze it between my fingers. She whimpers against my mouth. I pinch harder. Fuck. I want to grip hold of it with my teeth.
Too anxious, I slide my hand down into her pants. The tight elastic waistband presses on my forearm, forbidding my entrance, but I’m gettin’ in there. I feel her wetness on the tips of my fingers. My heart beats faster. My finger follows all that wetness and fuck, it slips right into her softness. Damn, it’s so tight in there, so amazingly snug and warm. Man. I gotta get into that sweet, tight place. I pull out and thrust back in. Her hips move with my probing finger. A groan reels from me. Not breaking from the kiss, I pull my hand out, grab her pants, and start to yank them down.
“No,” she breathes over my mouth.
The blood in my veins pumps hard, pulsating and thrashing beneath my heated flesh. I neglect the sounds she’s making and strip her panties off. Her ripe pussy glistens beneath all that wetness. Fuck, it’s making my dick hurt so bad.
“No.” She pushes me.
Breaths rapid and shallow, I struggle to undo my pants.
“Stop.” She hits me in the chest.
I pull my dick free from my jeans. I’ve waited and waited. She’s made me wait. She said tonight. I could have her tonight. Blinded by the uncontrollable need to have her, I crawl over her fraught body. Afraid I’m going to blow my load before my dick can make it inside. I grab it. She slaps me, striking me across the face. My dick gets harder. I guide myself to her opening.
“No! Stop!” she screams. Loud!
That’s when I snap out of it and look up.
That’s when I see it so alive in her eyes.
It rushes all through me.
I can taste, smell, and feel…her fear.
Kelly’s motto ~ "Bad boys, give 'em a little time and experience, and they will evolve into misbehaving men!" And what hot-blooded woman doesn’t want a naughty, all grown up bad boy? Kelly Gendron is the author of the TroubleMaker series, the up and coming series ~ Breaking the Declan Brothers, and a few other romantic suspense novels. When she's not writing steamy, blush producing romances, she's out meeting new people while representing a group of reputable nursing facilities. You can find Kelly in a quiet suburb, somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls. If you Google her, she’ll pop up there too. And, please do find her. Kelly loves to hear from her readers, and meeting new people.
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