Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance (7 page)

I
picked her up again
, but this time I didn't need my motorcycle. I showed up at her door with a long-stemmed red rose.

"For you."

She took out a cup, and she stuck the rose in it with the sugar mix that came with the flower.

She looked completely edible in her tight clothes. I wanted to lick every inch of her until she begged me to stop then lick her even more. Maybe I'd find some ice cream later and lick it off of her smooth, warm skin. That would be the best meal ever.

She came with me to my apartment.

"So no motorcycle today."

"Nah. I've had something cooking all day for you. For this."

From her smile, I knew that she was happy that I thought about her.

When she walked into my place, she asked me, "Where are your roommates?"

"I bribed them with 20 passes to Laser Tag. They took a huge group of people out there, and they are going to swarm that place. I feel bad for the employees."

She fucking glowed at the news that we were alone. I wish I could put a smile like that on her face every day. Each date had been planned, but this one took the cake in terms of her happiness.

"Sit down. I'll take out the food."

I plated it, and I took it out to her.

"Oh my god, you made risotto!"

"Yeah. It's pretty good. I tried it."

She took a bite, and she hummed a little in the back of her throat. I thought that would be what her face looked like when I made her orgasm tonight. "This is out of this world. I mean, I didn't even know that food this good existed. This is better than any of the restaurants."

"Thanks." No need to tell her that the recipe came from online. "I like it."

We ate in silence, but I saw her staring at me. I had a brand-new box of Trojans in my nightstand, and I'd had a cleaning service come to my room. Everything was ready for her tonight. I had tried really hard, harder than I had ever tried for any girl. And tonight, it was going to happen, something I"d dreamed about for years.

I watched as she ate my risotto. Every bit of the time that I had spent on this meal — the grocery shopping, the dicing of the vegetables, the slow cooker that I had bought specifically for this — was worth it when I watched her face as she ate the food that I'd prepared for her. I felt strangely proud, even more than when we won the state championship for the umpteenth time. I felt like running around with my hands in the air.

It didn't make sense to go through all of this effort. I knew she was down on the first date. Why had I gone through everything, when all the other girls I had ever had I'd ignored after I hit it?

She was different. There was something inside of her, a quality that I couldn't define, which drew me to her like a moth to a candle flame.

I realized, with horror, that I was falling in love with my best friend's younger sister.

There was a knock on my door.

"Excuse me." I put my napkin on my chair. "Be right back." I was ready to beat the ass of whatever roommate was coming in right now, even if they were bleeding.

I opened the door, and it was the sorostitute from that party, the one from which I had rescued Laila.

Before I could say a word, she pushed the door wide open and slipped past me. She was wearing a corset and a thong...and nothing else besides her sky-high stripper heels. Her hair was loose around her. She had on way too much makeup, like she'd caked on a gallon of it. There were sparkles on her cheeks.

"Now isn't a good time," I tried to say.

She was staring at the dinner table.

"Well, isn't this cozy." Her voice could have made a penguin shiver. "Do you feed up all of your fat whores?"

Laila looked like she had been smacked in the face. I saw her eyes get shiny.

"I have to go."

Laila pushed past me and the sorostitute, whose name I couldn't remember right now.

I ran out, "Wait! Laila!" But I heard the door to the staircase bang shut with a loud thunk.

"So...now that we're alone..."

"Get out."

Her jaw dropped. "You have to be kidding."

"I'm not. Get out of my apartment. I don't want to see you again. Oh my god, all we did was make out. And you think that gives you the right to crash my date? What kind of fucking loser are you? Can't get anybody else?"

She drew herself up, and I stepped back a little. She looked like she was going to claw my eyes out.

"You'll come to me when you're done with that fat little freak. And you know what? I'll take you back. But I'll make you beg for me."

"Ew. Go."

She stalked angrily out of my apartment. I put away the risotto. I knew that I couldn't convince Laila to come back now.

I started plotting what I would do tomorrow. I put in a rush order with 1-800-FLOWERS. She wasn't going to know what hit her tomorrow.

W
hen I woke up
, my eyes felt horrible. Crying your eyes out all night did that to a person. My eyes were all crusty and gross. No wonder Trouble didn't want to have sex with me. Who would ever want to have sex with this?

Andrea wasn't home, and I didn't think that she'd be in class, either. I was pretty sure she'd effectively moved in with David.

I dragged ass all day, a combination of being sad and sleep deprived from a rough night.

When I got home, there were a few bouquets of roses against my door. They all had cards in them without envelopes.

Forgive, the first one said. Me, said the second one. Call. Me.

I took out my iPhone, and I called Trouble's number.

"Come over."

"Give me a few minutes."

I took all the roses out of the hallway, and I put them in water. God knew what my dorm mates thought. I didn't bother shaving so close today. Either it would happen or it wouldn't. I had more acceptance and openness to whatever happened. I braided my hair back, and I put on a simple pink dress. It made me feel fresh and pretty.

I walked across the street into Trouble's apartment, and his roommates were gone again.

"Did you bribe —?"

This time, Trouble didn't bother with the romance. He kissed me hard at the door, and he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me to his body. His eyes were blazing with desire, and he took off my dress with no finesse at all. I was lucky that he hadn't ripped it. He did rip off my underwear, and he took my bra off in a half second. I knew that he knew what he was doing. He was there, fully clothed, staring at my naked body. A tent pole was growing in his pants.

"You are flawless."

We both watched my nipples firm up. He sucked on them each in turn.

"Take off your clothes," I said softly. I knew what I was here for. He got off the bed and stripped, discarding his Ralph Lauren shirt on the floor like it was so much trash. I wrestled him so that he was under me, and I mated our mouths together, so close. He rolled me back onto my back, and he kissed his way down my body so that he spread fire with his tongue between my thighs. I arched my back and cried out from the fire sprouting in my untouched body. He was relentless when it came to oral sex. He slipped his tongue inside of my wet hole, while his finger stimulated my engorged clit, rubbing in a rhythm that I loved.

I called out when I orgasmed. He got off the bed, and I watched him quickly get out a condom wrapper and sheathe himself.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

He spread my thighs as far as they would go, and he slid the tip of his cock against my slit.

I blinked. "There's no way that you're going to fit inside of me. I don't think that could fit inside of anybody."

"You're going to stretch around my cock. I know what I'm doing."

He pushed a little more into me, and I gasped. My eyes closed. He pushed more, and I felt a little pain as he broke past my virginity. I breathed in a little gasp.

"Okay?"

"Um, slow down a little." I closed my eyes. "Okay." I opened my eyes. "Go slow, though."

He thrust into my body in a slow, building rhythm, trying to control it, trying not to hurt me. 

I felt it when his control disintegrated into a thousand pieces. He could not hold back any more. 

He started taking me like a wild man, going at it completely untamed. Instead of a steady rhythm, he broke into an arrhythmic pounding that took my breath away. That was okay. Having spectacular sex was more important than being able to breathe any day of the week.

He flooded the condom with his hot come. I panted and arched up as the feeling of his orgasm inside of me pushed me over the edge.

He stayed there, on top of me and inside of me, for a few seconds as both of us came down from our orgasms. He rolled off of me. He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it in his trashcan.

"I'll be right back."

I could hear the water running the bathroom. He came back in with a wet blue washcloth.

"Let's clean you up."

I watched as he wiped the mixture of my blood and juices off of me. 

I saw for the first time that there was a gigantic bloodstain on his sheets.

"Oh my god! That's huge! I'll wash it for you, I promise."

"Are you joking? It's like a badge of honor. I'm so glad that I was your first. You never forget your first."

He leaned in and kissed me gently, as lightly as a butterfly landing on a newly opened flower. "Thank you."

I kissed him again. "Thank you. That was beautiful. Thank you for giving me a wonderful first time."

"It was my pleasure. Literally."

Together, we stripped the bed of the bloodstained sheets and put on another set. It felt good to engage in silent teamwork with Trouble. It was like we were in sync. 

"Will you spend the night?"

"Of course." I pulled on my underwear, which were Thinx. They were made for periods, so catching a little bit of blood after losing my virginity was easy and painless. I wouldn't stain another set of sheets.

I lay with him, with my back to his front. I felt absolutely safe enclosed in his strong arms. I felt his hard body behind me, and I knew that as long as Trouble kept me like this, nobody would hurt me. 

He kissed the back of my neck, and it was as good as a lullaby for getting me to sleep. My eyes drooped, then they closed. I fell asleep in his bed, his naked body wrapped around mine.

I
couldn't keep
my roommates away from our suite forever, but I threatened to burn all their textbooks if they teased Laila when she was over at our place. I also gave them an enormous GameSpot gift card. They promised to behave when she was around.

Laila was over at my place every night. She did her homework at my desk, naked. I was careful to keep my door closed when we were alone together. Even when we were working on different things, it felt good for both of us just to be in the same room.

We made love every night. Sweet love. Hard love. Fast love. And the morning sex was even better. We had a game when we woke each other up. We had a rule that one of us could wake the other up only by making them come.

That meant that I would wake up to feel her tugging on my dick with her little hands, enveloping my hard rod with the warmth of her sweet mouth, shooting and emptying myself inside of her as she swallowed.

Or I would wake her up by tonguing her little pussy or her clit, waking her body up in the best way possible.

She would ride me in the morning, or I would take her doggy style. Sometimes I pushed her so that she was flat on my bed. Sometimes I woke up to my hands tied in a belt attached to my headboard as she took me exactly how she wanted me.

It was so perfect that I knew that it couldn't last.

In November, the whole campus geared up for our week-long Thanksgiving break.

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?" she asked me unexpectedly one night. "My mom just asked me if you were free."

"Nah, I'm not going home for Thanksgiving," I said, throwing my shirt into my hamper. "My dad is in Singapore. We're not big holiday people, anyway."

"Come home with me. You know my parents love you."

I thought about Chris. I knew I'd end up like Brayden Roberts if I came home with Laila. "No, that's okay. I'll do my own thing."

She pouted. "But Chris isn't even going to be home. He's on a stupid whitewater rafting trip with his buddies. It'll just be my parents alone with me."

I snapped to attention. "Chris isn't coming home for Thanksgiving?" Maybe I had a chance of making it out of Thanksgiving lunch with her family alive.

"Yeah. I can't believe that he thinks that hanging out with his friends is more important than spending time with our family. But he texted me that he's spending Christmas with us. It's not like he's going to the moon or anything." Laila sighed. "I don't know. Chris annoyed me when we were growing up, but now that we've been apart so long, I sort of wish that we were all in one place again."

"I have no idea what that feels like." I didn't really have a family, just a house. And honestly, the Kings were more like my family than my biological father was.

"Come home with me. Let's tell my parents about us. I've kept it a secret, but now that we've been together for this long..." She hugged me, and I wrapped my arms around her and smelled the sweet, light scent of her shampoo. 

I couldn't stop myself. "Okay. Yeah."

She jumped up on me, and I caught her in my arms. She made out with me enthusiastically. I knew that I'd made her day by agreeing to come clean to her parents. I prayed that Chris would not come home for Thanksgiving.

I packed up a few pairs of shirts and a spare pair of pants. Since I had practically lived at the Kings' house, I didn't need much. Frankly, they were used to me being around just wearing swim trunks. I kept some clothes in the closet of their guest bedroom. Mrs. King kept a bunch of my spicy beef jerky in the pantry. She knew what I liked.

I drove her home on Thanksgiving Day. We would spend the weekend with her parents before coming back. I sweated a little, thinking of the man-to-man talk that I'd have to have with Mr. King about his daughter. I had never been through it before, because I had never dated a girl for long enough for it to matter or for me to meet her parents.

I already knew her parents. They knew me as Chris' best friend. How were they going to react to the man who fucked their youngest child every night. Oh god. I regretted ever touching her or thinking about her naked.

By the time that we came up the driveway, my face was white. My hands were shaking. I took some deep breaths. Laila got out of the car, and I followed her to their front door.

She unlocked the door, but somebody inside heard her keys jingling and yanked it open before she could finish.

It was Chris.