Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,138

plunging deeper and deeper into this man.

I should hate who he is. I should hate what he stands for. I should hate where we're heading.

But suddenly, I want it all.

I want to know him. I want to take that jump with him. I want to close my eyes and just let go.

Lord, save me from jumping. . . I want to get off this cliff, but I don't know how.

Is anybody listening?

9

Sylvia

I'm watching him from the corner of my eye as we ride the bus back to the fancier side of the city. I feel different about him now. I don't want to, but his little act of kindness is more than I can handle.

My heart screams, beating with such vigor, I almost can't breathe. Every inch of my being is thrust into this complex equation. Hate, lust, lust filled hate, all of it swirls in my gut, trying to destroy me.

It's like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. I thought I was seeing him clearly. I thought I knew what to expect from him.

I'm wrong.

He isn't a pompous jackass. He isn't a dumb meat-head who only thinks with his cock. It's all an act, an image he keeps up for the ring and the fans that have grown to love the zealous a-hole he's created.

“What?” he asks, looking down at the dirt on his hands. He's slowly brushing one palm over the other, feeling the grit.

“What now?” I'm curious, a little excited, and I can't stop smiling. It feels weird.

Dropping his hands onto his lap, he lifts his eyes to mine. “It's—”

“Don't say it,” I quickly cut in, holding up my hand. “It's a surprise.”

“Bingo.” He points his finger at me and shoots me with his finger gun. “I will tell you it's not work, it's fun.”

“Oh, well, that totally helps.” Giggling, I smile, rolling my head on my shoulders to look back out the window. “It's a good thing you don't get off on being a pain in my ass.”

“Of course not,” he says sternly, grabbing my chin and turning my face back to his. “Your ass is much too fine to hurt. I'd rather hear you beg me to keep going, not beg me to stop.”

My pussy is wet instantly, soaking my panties like he just turned on a faucet. I try not to show him the volatile need he's causing me to feel. I've never felt so unstable in my life. I've always had control of my body around men, but this man seems to take that control and crush it between his large, pussy filling fingers.

“I bet you would.” My voice is weak despite the force I use to get my words out.

The bus slows down, and Phade stands. Holding out his hand, he grins. “We're here, let's go have some fun.”

Taking his hand, I stand. “You sure we can even go like this? Where the hell are you taking me? I mean look at us, we're filthy.” Glancing down at my clothes, I look back up at him.

“We're fine, I promise.” Tipping his head towards the front, he says, “Come on, don't be shy. No one cares what you look like. I bet no one will even look at you twice.”

“I hope you're right.”

His hand is warm, strong, protectively coddling mine as we exit the bus and start walking. He takes us up a few blocks, and after a long straight walk up Center Boulevard, Phade stops us on the corner.

“Now turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around,” he says, spinning his finger in a circle in the air.

“Why?”

“Can you not ask questions and just do it? Please.” Pouting his lips, he holds his hand over his heart.

“Okay, fine, I'll turn around.” Throwing up my arms in defeat, I turn to face the opposite direction.

“See, that wasn't so hard.”

“Don't push it,” I bark playfully, looking back over my shoulder.

“Okay, I'm sorry, just turn around.” Phade moves my head and slips his hands down over my eyes. “No peeking now.”

“Are you serious?” I'm smiling as I say it, my heart is in my throat and my chest feels heavy.

Phade starts to turn me around, guiding me forward while using his hands as a blindfold. “Almost there.”

As we move, I reach up and grab his hands. My stomach flips, and the feeling that I'm going to fall courses through my body. Taking long, blind steps, I try to feel the ground with my toes before I set my foot down.

Holding onto him tighter, I'm afraid to