Vanished: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance (10 page)

              “Joey, if you don’t want to tell me everything…I can be okay with that for now. Just don’t lie to me.”

              “I’m not lying to you, Mia.” He says adamantly.

              I believe him there’s just something he’s not telling me yet, and for some reason I’m okay with that. Maybe I’m just overwhelmed by everything from the plane to the car to the hotel, but maybe it’s because I trust him, and I know he’s not trying to hurt me.

              I can see it in his eyes—the love he has for me, and when I look back at him, I can feel it in my chest, in my stomach, in my heart. The love I have for him, that’s always been there and is now growing. I need answers, but not as desperately as before. I know they will come in time, but for right now, I just want to enjoy him. I just want to enjoy us. Finally, I allow myself to give in.

              I lean toward him, my lips close to his. His eyes stare intently at me. He looks…almost afraid. I take the plunge, and lean in to kiss him. Just as our lips are about to meet, he turns his head. I stop. Almost ashamed, he looks down at the floor, almost confused. It’s like he doesn’t know what to say. I sit back on my heels, suddenly more embarrassed than I can bear.

              “Don’t you…don’t you want me?” I manage to whisper.

              “Of course I do,” he says quietly.

              “Then what is it?”

              “I…I don’t want to hurt you, Mia.”

              Anger fills me.

              I want to slap him. I want to punch him. I rocket to my feet and step to the foot of the bed.

              “You don’t want to
hurt
me?!” I shout at him. “Is that supposed to be a joke? Because last time I checked,
you
were the one who came back into
my
life and brought me here! You convinced
me
, Joey! If you didn’t want to hurt me, why did you even come back?”

              I turn my back on him, breathing heavily. Suddenly this room feels cold and foreign. The sounds outside alien and strange. My breath comes in shallow sips as I pace back and forth. I want to be back in Stonehill.

              “You left me for six years! You think you haven’t already hurt me?”

              He doesn’t move, but I can see I’m getting to him. His face is growing red, and his fists are clenched tight at his sides. His embarrassment, nervousness, whatever it was, has turned to anger, and he looks like he’s ready to explode.

              Good. Maybe then he will give me some answers.

              “Do you even care about me, Joey?”

              I jump back as he leaps off the bed.

              “How could you ask me that?” he shouts, and with a furious cry, swings and punches the wall, driving a hole right through it. As he pulls his fist out, bits of drywall fall to the floor.

              “Everything I’ve done in my life has been for you! To protect you! You don’t even know how much I care for you, Mia.”

              I can feel my heart racing as I stare back at him. This amazing trip has just taken a complete one-eighty, and I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid, but not as afraid as I should be. It’s as though he’s more mad at himself than he is at me. I keep telling myself I know he won’t hurt me.

              “I don’t understand, Joey,” I finally say. He hangs his head, letting out a deep sigh.

              I stand there for what feels like a long time, waiting for him to give me an answer, waiting for him to just say something that will give me something to go on. But nothing comes. There’s nothing left for me to say.

              “Okay. I’m gonna go shower, I guess,” I say. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk toward the bathroom. I look back at him, hoping to see some indication that he wants to talk or explain. But he’s just standing there staring at the floor.

              Joey is a mystery to me, and in many ways, he’s always been. I don’t really know that much about him other than what was gossip around school. But I do know how he makes me feel, and that’s what’s most important. But that burst of anger…what was that?

              I should be scared at a man behaving like that. But the anger wasn’t directed at me. It was more like he was mad at himself, or mad at the world. There’s something still holding him back, and I’m starting to believe more and more it’s not him, but something out of his control.

              He wouldn’t hurt me. I know that. And maybe that’s one of the reasons for that explosion of anger back there. I can’t imagine holding on to something that I couldn’t tell the person I loved, and I can’t say for sure how I’d react if I was put in that position. If there really is something he wants to tell me but can’t, it must be killing him. If I keep pressuring him, I’m only going to make things worse. If this has any chance of working, I have to trust him.

              I step into a bathroom that is just as lavish as the rest of the suite. The shower is enormous, twice the size of mine at least. I turn the water on and several jets spring to life from the ceiling and the walls. There’s even a concrete slab bench in one corner. I could get used to this life.

              As I kick off my shoes, I hear him come in behind me. I stand still, waiting. Then I feel him behind me, the warmth of his breath gently caressing my neck. Frozen like a statue, I feel his hand slowly reach out and touch the bare skin just below the hem of my shirt. My whole body quivers as he runs a finger along the ridge of my hip and across my lower stomach.

              “I’m sorry,” he whispers into my ear. “There’s so many things I want to tell you—“

              “It’s okay,” I say. “When you’re ready.”

              I feel the touch of his lips, so light against my neck, his gentle touch in sharp contrast to the display of strength I just witnessed in the other room. He holds me tenderly, like he is almost afraid to touch me. The warmth of his body sends my head spinning and my heart racing. His hands grip the hem of my shirt, and he lifts it lightly up over my head. I raise my arms and feel the butterflies in my stomach as he undresses me. I instantly feel myself get aroused.

              His hands unclasp my bra and it falls to the floor, leaving my chest exposed. My back still to him, I feel him lift his shirt off and his skin against mine. His arms wrap around me and can feel the rough, callused skin of his hands as they slide up my sides and cup my breasts. I gasp at the sensation of his fingers on my nipples as he squeezes gently, leans down, and kisses my neck.

              My hand slides back against his leg, and I feel his arousal swelling within his jeans. The hard bulge makes me realize just how badly my body has been aching for him. As he caresses me, I feel myself get wet.

              One of his hands slides down my chest, down my stomach, and grips my waistband, and using just his thumb and forefinger, he pops open my top button. I gasp and feel my stomach tighten up with anticipation as the teeth on my zipper part as he unzips my pants. I’m overcome, and slide my hand down his pants and feel his cock. He’s rock hard, and he’s huge. I almost can’t believe it. His lips open and I feel his teeth against my shoulder and neck. He bites down ever so slightly, and I understand his lust for me.

              I spin around and tear at his pants, popping the button and zipper at the same time. Our lips meet, and I feel what feels like a jolt of electricity run through me. His tongue pushes eagerly into my mouth, and I can barely contain myself. I wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, standing on my toes to reach him. I feel his strong arms on my waist as he pulls my pants down. They fall to my ankles and I kick them off.

              Both of his hands grip my ass and he lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him passionately. He lets me go, and I hold on to him as he pulls his pants down. I feel his hard cock spring up out of his boxers and press against my pussy. I almost yelp at the sensation, and I bite down on his lips as my whole body tenses up. The tip of his dick rubs against my clit, and I lose it.

              I let go of him and slump down on my knees before him, staring at his enormous erection. It’s perfect. The biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen. Quickly, I take him into my mouth. He lets out a groan of pleasure, and I’m inflamed more when I taste the salty pre-cum dripping from his tip.

              My lust for him is unrelenting, and I stroke his cock and suck him, looking up, my eyes on him the whole time. His face twists with pleasure, and he looks down at me. Our eyes meet, and it’s the most sensual connection I’ve ever felt. Bringing him pleasure like this turns me on more than I could ever possibly imagine. This moment has been so built up that I thought it would never come.

              His hands slide around the back of my head and grip my hair. He pushes me down farther onto his cock, daring me to take more. He’s making me his, showing me how to please him, and there’s nothing I want more. I open wider, feeling his girth slide deeper into my mouth, feeling the tip of his hard cock press against the insides of my cheeks.

              I feel my eyes begin to water as he pushes further and further, deeper and deeper, until finally I gag. Inside, I curse myself for not being able to take it all. I want to. I need to. He pulls away, not wanting to hurt me, but I wrap an arm around his leg and pull him back. I take a deep breath and open wide, looking straight up into his eyes, and pull him toward me.

              His cock presses against the back of my throat, and I feel my gag reflex about to kick in. But I fight it. I push it back down and I open my throat and swallow his cock. My nose presses against his stomach, and even though I can’t smile because my mouth is full, my eyes do. I can see from his face that he never expected that.

              “Oh my God,” he says, caressing my cheeks with his hands. “I can’t believe it. That feels so good.”

              I pull back, watching his enormous cock emerge from my mouth. I can’t believe it either.

              I feel his hands beneath my arms, and he lifts me to his lips. He kisses me, and presses me backwards until I feel my back to the wall. I feel the hot steam of the shower against my skin as he pushes me down on the bench in the back of the stall. Instantly, he’s on his knees in front of me. Confidently, he grips my knees and spreads my legs apart.

              I’m quivering as he leans in and kisses my inner thigh. Slowly, teasing me, he kisses up my leg until he’s so close to my pussy I can barely take it. He’s so close I can feel the breath from his nose, but he holds there so long that I look down at him and find him looking back at me.

              “Are you ready?” he asks me.

              “Yes!” I almost shout. He smiles, and without breaking eye contact, extends his tongue.

              The pressure on my clit sends a shock of pleasure through my body so intense that I have to grasp the bench with my hand to stop myself from shaking so hard I fall off. His tongue flicks quickly over it, and I’m given a moment to recover, but only seconds. I feel his mouth against my pussy lips, and his tongue presses down on my clit again.

              “Oh, God!” I scream, my voice echoing off the walls of the shower stall. His hands grip my legs firm and hold me down as he laps hungrily up and down, the pressure growing and the sensations swelling within me until I feel myself orgasm.

              It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced, and it shakes me to my very core. My head spins, and I’m seeing stars. I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation as his tongue flicks up and down against my pussy.

              I shout out and feel my body spasm uncontrollably, but he holds me down with his strong hands and holds his mouth against me as I cum.

              Just as I’m coming down from the most incredible orgasm of my entire life, I open my eyes to see him over me, supporting himself with his strong arms, which are slick from the water of the shower. I reach out and gently stroke them, almost in a daze from what I just experienced. That’s when I feel the tip of his dick press against me.

              My pussy lips spread just a little, and he slides into me. Just barely, but enough to take my breath away. He’s
huge
, and there’s no way that’s going to fit…is there?

              With his first thrust, all I feel is pain. I can just feel my pussy stretching over his enormous girth. It’s unlike any sensation I have felt before, and I look down in amazement as he disappears inside me. My hands clench around his arms, my nails biting into his skin, and I groan as he buries his entire length inside me.

              “You’re so big,” I gasp.

              “I know,” he says. I look up to see that cocky grin on his face. My eyes narrow and I grip his hips and begin to grind against him. The pain quickly vanishes and is replaced with mind numbing pleasure as he slides in and out of me. I feel completely owned by him, like he is finally taking me as his, really claiming me. His rock hard cock inside me the undeniable proof of his feelings for me.

              His hands move to my hips and he grips me hard as he begins fucking me even harder. The bench is hard against my back, but wet from the water, and I have to brace myself against the wall to stop myself from sliding around.