Free So Bad (Bad Boy Next Door #1) by Kelley Harvey Page A

to my opening. I wrap my legs around his ass as I pull
him close. The head of his erection pushes at my entrance. His tongue traces my
lips and he moves his hips forward just a bit, and draws back.
    “Damn you’re tight, babe.”
    He rolls his hips again, shoving his cock a bit further.
When he hits my maidenhead I cringe.
    He stops. “What the fuck?”
    I bite my lip and look away.
    His hand closes over my jaw and he turns me to face him.
“How is it even possible? You’re twenty-one fucking years old.”
    I tighten my legs around him, looking him square in the eyes.
“Is this a problem?”
    His eyebrows rise. “A problem?”
    Pulling myself up to the body poised over mine, I kiss his
neck. “Are we stopping?”
    He looks away, but in two seconds his gaze comes back to me.
His face softens and his little boy smile returns. “Fuck no, we aren’t stopping.”
    His lips come down on mine. As he invades my mouth, he pulls
back just a notch, sliding his hand beneath the back of my head. He grabs a
handful of hair, pulling when he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to
the hilt.
    I gasp and he goes still.
    He whispers, “You okay, Sweets?”
    I inhale and exhale a couple of times, trying to relax as my
body screams at the invasion. But in only a few moments it starts to adjust.
    Finally, I nod. “I’m all right now.”
    Danny kisses my temple and pulls back in super slow motion,
but not all the way out. “Still okay?”
    I blink away the tears prickling the backs of my eyes.
“Yeah.”
    Then he freezes completely. “Shush.”
    My grip on his waist tightens. “What is it?”
    “I think I heard something.”
    Then from somewhere in the house Danny’s mom, Charlotte,
yells, “Danny? We’re home. Come on down.”
    He drops his forehead to mine, mumbling. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
    I push him off, rolling away and scrambling to find clothes
to put on.
    Shit.
    My shorts? Where’s my shirt? Oh, good Lord, it’s in the
theater. “Damn. It. What do I do?”
    Danny falls onto his back, his cock standing at attention.
“Why the hell are they home? They weren’t due back for another two weeks.”
    I smack his knee. “You better go down there before she comes
up. Damn, I’ve got to get out of here. How do I sneak out? This is just my
luck.”
    Panic wells in my gut. I slip my shorts on and grab a
t-shirt out of the drawer Danny pulled one from the other day. When condoms
scatter, I dive to the floor, pushing them under his bed.
    When I stand, he’s still sprawled on the mattress, his legs
hanging over the side. I kick his shin. “Get down there.”
    He points to his hard-on. “I can’t go down there like this.”
    I’d have thought his mom yelling for him would’ve killed any
desire he had—apparently not.
    “Well, you better at least give her an answer, or she’s going
to come looking for you.”
    Danny stands. His cock bounces as he takes a giant step to
his door. He calls down. “Hey, I was just getting in the shower; I’ll be down
in a little bit.”
    After a second or two, she replies, “Okay. We’ll be in our
room.”
    I let out a deep breath. “So, how am I going to get out
without them knowing I was up here?”
    He folds me into his arms. “I’m sorry, Sweets. This isn’t
how I planned this to go.”
    I pull away. “Seriously, Danny. I have to get out of here.”
    He frowns. “It’s not that big a deal, Mo. We’re grown-ups.
What do you think they’ll do, ground us?”
    I glare at him. “I think I’ll be embarrassed if your parents
know what we’ve been up here doing. And I think they’ll be colossally
disappointed and probably kick me out. No parent wants this kind of thing going
on under their roof.”
    “Fuck their roof. Come on. Let’s have a shower.”
    I cross to the window and look out. It faces the back of the
house. “Maybe they won’t notice if I climb down the drain pipe.”
    “Chill. It’s okay. This is a big house. Let’s get a shower; when
I go downstairs,