The Bad Boy – Black Mountain Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
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The flashes of light that had previously swept across the dance floor were now absent as the DJ took everything down a notch. Couples moved closer together, started fucking each other with their mouths and tongues, females grinding their assess against their males’ no doubt hard dicks.

Although he didn’t like her at the club simply because he was a jealous asshole, he couldn’t deny that the atmosphere, the look and smell of her, and the way she melted against him turned Alex the fuck on and had him pushing everything away except wanting her here and now.

His dick was a steel rod between them, pressed tightly against her belly and all but throbbing in time with his pulse.

“You didn’t answer me,” he murmured against her mouth, so close yet not touching her lips.

“I-I came with my roommate.” Her voice was all breathy and full of need. Fuck, she wanted him. He could tell by her voice, by her blown pupils, her blushed cheeks. She clutched at him. Did she realize she was pulling him tighter toward her?

And when her gaze dropped to his mouth, he nearly groaned at how much that turned him on.

“I thought you were going on a date?” Her words were soft, breathy, but he heard them, nonetheless.

Taking his other hand and sliding it over the small of her back, his breath quickened as his bare skin touched hers.

He felt confusion fill him. “Date?” He stared at her lips still, those plump, pink pillows that he wanted to fuck with his mouth. But he forced himself to look into her eyes. She blinked a few times as if to clear her arousal-laced mind and focus.

“Adam said you had a date.” Her eyes looked glossy, her words not holding any heat. She was saying them but they weren’t important to her because she was too desire-crazed right now.

“There hadn’t been a date.” Staring into Mary’s eyes, wanting so much to be the good guy and not just Alex Sheppard, the quarterback who didn’t do relationships, who partied too hard, and who fought too much when he was drunk. He wanted to be so much better for her, for Mary.

He let his gaze travel down her face, over the smooth, gentle arch of her neck, and further still. The back of her dress may have been nonexistent, but the front covered her up from mid-thigh to collarbone. But even that didn’t hide her curves, or the soft mounds of her breasts, ones that he wanted in his hands, ones that he wanted his mouth on.

His cock jerked between them and a small noise escaped her as she felt the stiff length. Alex leaned in just a little bit more until their lips barely brushed. He should stop, but was he going to?

Fuck. No.

Her breasts rose and fell under the very thin material of her dress, her nipples hard and tight, little, like tiny erasers at the end of a pencil. But he smelled the alcohol lacing her breath, and it was like a dousing of frigid water on him.

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

A slow smile spread across her face. Fuck, he thought. Alex wanted her so damn much.

But as much as he wanted Mary, wanted to be inside of her and touch every inch of her curvy body, he wouldn’t touch her when she was intoxicated.

“No,” he said, the word tight from him. Denying her anything felt really fucking wrong on every level. And although he knew he shouldn’t say what he was about to say, his mouth opened on its own and he was spewing shit that should have stayed deep down. “When I finally claim you, you’ll be completely sober and begging for me to fill you up.”

Her shock came in the form of a gasp and had his cock jerking in his pants. He wanted her… Fuck did he want her; but instead he pulled back, put distance between them, and knew he was doing the right thing even if all he wanted to do was pull her close again.

12

As Alex started to pull back from Mary and walk away, the haze of desire slowly dissipated, and she was left standing there slightly cold and very embarrassed. No, she wasn’t drunk, but at that moment she wished she was.

The two cocktails she’d shot back with Darcy as soon as they’d arrived at Tainted had helped her relax, because the atmosphere of the club was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Mary had clung to that “good girl” persona. She studied hard in her free time, and when she had hung out with friends, it had always been the social scene her parents had set up.

So being in Tainted was like being in a whole other world. It was exciting but also very heavy and a little nerve-wracking.


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