Valentine (A Standalone Novel) (Bad Boy Romance Book) (4 page)

"Even sexy ones on a bike?" I
looked out my window as Tate pulled back onto the road beside me. His hand
lifted in the air, and a smile touched my mouth.

"Um, save that one for me. Your
mother would kill you if you started dressing in leather, and those guys expect
it." She laughed.

"And, you'd dress in leather for one
of them? Do you even own anything made of leather?" I pictured Amy giving
me a look. She was about sixty pounds overweight, and while I thought she was
breathtaking and feminine, she hated her size. Leather would not be in her
wardrobe.

"For a man with tats and greasy hands,
I'd find something to wear." She laughed again, and we continued to play
around until she drove up beside me.

I got into her car and buckled up before
sliding my hands into my pockets and cupping the business card Tate had given
me. It was probably a huge mistake to go visit his shop, but I couldn't help
but pay attention to the excitement at the thought of seeing him again. It was
silly and meant nothing, but with so few rays of light in my day, I was willing
to cling to the promise of that nothingness.

Chapter 4

Tate

I couldn't seem to shake the pretty girl's
face. I hadn't been smart enough to get her name while I checked under her
hood. She was bitchy, which I couldn't exactly blame her for being. It was
fucking freezing outside and she was stuck on the side of the road. Her mood
calmed quickly as she got back into the car, and I couldn't help but chuckle at
how cute she'd been in misunderstanding my questions about the car. She wasn't
kidding about being a kept woman, but something wasn't right. She looked very
much the princess part from her perfectly styled hair to her flawless skin.

No rich girl's daddy would let her drive
around a ten-year-old car that had transmission and battery problems.

Unless
she didn't mention it to the old man.

I pressed the gas on my bike and dodged
around a bit of traffic before reaching the party. Sam had taken his truck and
was for sure looking for me by now. I was twenty minutes late and had felt my
phone buzz in my pocket multiple times.

Worry ran through my insides as I parked
the bike inside the large garage and rubbed my hands together. I moved my walk
into a jog and got into the house as quickly as I could. It was freezing out
there.

Why
did you leave her? She's probably freezing to death.

"There you are. Shit, man. I was
starting to worry." Sam clamped his hand down on my shoulder and handed me
a cup of beer. "You get lost in the storm?"

"Nope. I found a beautiful girl on
the side of the road and stopped to offer help." I wagged my eyebrows and
took the cup as I let my eyes scan the room. I didn't know anyone, but Sam did.
He seemed to know everyone everywhere we went.

"Oh, yeah? Did you get her number or
did she pay you in full then and there?" He smirked, and I could tell by
the glossiness in his eyes that I was going to be loading the fucking bike into
the back of his truck and driving us both home. The poor guy couldn't hold his
liquor.

"No, I gave her my number and did the
gentlemanly thing. She was high-class. Way outta my league." I took
another drink of the beer and nodded toward the living room. "Anyone worth
hitting on tonight?"

"Yep. There's a ton of people out on
the back patio. They have heat lamps set up out there. Some of the bedrooms are
open, too. They said just lock the door if you're gonna be using the room and
don't take long." He picked up a handful of popcorn and tossed it at his
mouth, missing terribly. Popcorn landed all over the floor at his feet.

I walked to the closet to look for a broom
and started to reprimand him, but found two girls making out as I opened the
door.

"Oh. Sorry, ladies." I licked at
my lips and reached around one of them to grab a broom.

"Hmmm, you're hot. Come on in here with
us." One of them reached for me, but I grabbed her hand, kissed it, and
put it back on her friend.

"Maybe in a few minutes." I
closed the door and turned back to see Sam watching me with his mouth hanging
open.

"Wow. Why do you always score? It's
almost unfair." He moved back and lifted his beer to his lips.

"They're too young for me,
idiot." I swept up the popcorn and threw it away before patting his chest.
"Do not leave without me tonight. Got it? I'm serious. Don't leave me
here, or I'll find you and beat the tar out of you."

"Alright. Shit. Don't leave without
you. I got it." He gave me a goofy grin and moved toward the living room.
"Come on. Let me introduce you to some people."

I followed him, downing the rest of my
beer. We stopped by the keg in the hallway near the back door before walking
out into a large crowd of people. The music was loud, but fun and drew me in
quickly. I loved to dance, and any chance to do it had me sold on looking like
an idiot – as if I cared.

"That’s Jessica and Bart. They're in
my history class." Sam glanced back at me as he pointed to a nerdy couple
in the corner.

"Great. I'm going to dance with some
of the girls. Hold my beer?" I took another drink and handed it to him.

"Yeah. You bet." He took a drink
of his and then mine as I pulled off my jacket and dropped it in the pile of
coats in the chair next to me.

A dark-haired beauty turned and crooked
her finger at me. She was the one I'd be taking upstairs, without a doubt. Her “come
and fuck me” eyes left my cock hardening almost immediately.

"Hi, stranger." She slid her
hands up my chest as I pulled her against the front of me. She was nice and
thick and would prove to be a great bed mate for the evening. I could only hope
she was at the party for the same reason I was.

"I'm Tate. What's your name, pretty
girl?" I leaned in and brushed my lips by her ear, enjoying very much the
way she gasped softly at my intimate contact.

"Elise." She rolled her hips and
brushed her tummy over my erection as her hands dug into the back of my neck.
"I've just gotten out of a shitty relationship and need a rebound. You up
for the job?"

"We talking dinner and movie or a
long fuck upstairs in a bit?" I moved my body against hers as I slid my
hands over the top curve of her ass and squeezed tightly.

"Dinner and movies are so drab."
She brushed her nose by my jaw, followed by her full lips.

"I guess it just depends on the
mood." I slid my hands up her sides, making sure to brush my thumb over
the swell of her tits before spinning her to face away from me. "I'm in
the mood for a few beers and the challenge of making the right girl groan my
name."

She pressed her ass against me and moved
sensually, leaving my body screaming for full contact. The image of the pretty
brunette I'd helped rushed by my mind's eye, and my body hardened more as lust
burst through me. The girl on the side of the road had to have been every
fantasy I'd had for the last ten years. She was taller than most girls, but it
fit the dominant look of her features. Her breasts were big enough to catch my
attention, and her tight jeans looked damn good on her shapely legs.

But it was the neediness in her sea-green
eyes. She needed someone to save her, and fuck, if I didn't want it to be me. I
could almost see her smiling at me, could almost hear her laughter. She was
broken and needed a man like me to remind her that she was seen, desired.

"I'm that girl." The sexy girl
rubbing herself against me pulled me from my thoughts and forced me back into
my reality. I was soon to take yet another stranger upstairs for a quick fuck,
and while it was happening, some part of me wished I didn't desire the touch of
another. But I did, and I would continue to whore myself out just to feed my
need.

"Yeah, you are, baby." I licked
at the side of her neck before sliding my hands over her tight stomach and
petting her mound over her skirt. "You ready to head up there, or you need
a little more convincing?”

I loved the sound of her panting, simply
because it was heady. Powerful.

"Let's go." She moved from my
hold and reached back for my hand. "I like it rough. Good?"

"Perfect." I walked toward the
house, stopping only to grab my beer from Sam. "Do not leave without me.
Got it?"

"Yeah." His voice was airy as he
turned and took in Elise. "Wow."

"Find a girl and try our line on
her." I chuckled as I finished the beer and tried not to be dragged across
the porch by the needy woman in front of me.

I pulled my hand from hers and checked in
my pocket for condoms before nodding for her to go ahead. I'd catch up. I moved
back out and grabbed my jacket, now prepared for a good time. A woman with
chestnut hair and a great ass caught my attention from across the porch. She
had the same build as the girl on the side of the road earlier, and I couldn't
help but feel a rush of excitement.

I didn't hesitate to walk across to the
porch and touch the back of her shoulder. "Excuse me."

She turned and her face lit up, but it
wasn't the same girl. "Oh, wow. You're beautiful."

"Thanks, I think?" I laughed and
lifted my beer toward her. "Cheers. Thought you were a friend of
mine."

"I'd like to be." She gave me a
cute smile and lifted her beer.

I turned and moved through the crowd of
people, not letting the girl’s comment or anyone else's penetrate me. My looks
had nothing to do with anything. They would fade over time. It was my heart I
wanted someone to see, but I thought to say that or let anyone know left me
looking like less of the man society expected me to be.

I jogged up the stairs and hesitated
outside of the various closed doors in the hall.

"Fuck. Why didn't I just make her
wait for me?" I tried the first knob and found it locked, thankfully. I
hated like hell to walk in on people, and yet I'd been to enough parties to
have seen more than my fair share of people fucking.

Elise poked her head out of the room at
the far end of the hall. "Tate, down here."

"Thank God." I walked toward her
and slipped into the room as she wrapped herself around me. She didn't have
anything but a pair of tiny black panties on – and those would soon be
discarded, as well.

Her tongue pressed into my mouth as she
half crawled up my body. I gripped her ass and forced her to open her legs and
wrap them around me as I pressed into the kiss, sucking hard on her tongue.

She cried out as my fingers slipped just
under the material keeping me from her most sensitive spot.

"I need to taste you," she
whispered against my lips, and I nodded.

"Yeah, you do." I dipped a
finger into her and pressed it in a little. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you real
nice and hard."

"Please," she whimpered as I
moved to the bed and sat her down. It didn't take her long to have my pants to
my knees and her mouth spread over my cock, sucking and licking as if her life
depended on it.

I gripped a large handful of her black
hair and used my hold on her to fuck her properly. She was a pro and I'd met my
match for the evening, which was good and bad. It would be a great ride, but
I'd probably limp away with my heart aching for something more than another one-night
stand.

The brunette appeared in my thoughts
again, and I loosened my hold on Elise's hair. My fingers brushed by her pretty
face lovingly, soft.

"Rougher." She looked up at me
and growled.

"Right." I gripped her again and
jerked her off my cock before manhandling her onto the bed. She fought against
me a little, slapping at my chest and acting as if she didn't want to be
pressed to the bed below me.

I moved off the bed and worked on a condom
as she lifted her ass into the air and shook it at me.

"Make me scream," she groaned as
I grabbed her ass and crawled up on the bed behind her. "I don't want to
feel anything but you fucking me."

"Good. Hold on tight, girl." I
didn't work myself into her as I would most any other woman. I had a big cock
and few women had been with someone of my size, but this girl was asking for
depravity. I was happy to give it to her.

She screamed as she rose to her hands and
pressed back against my thrusts, taking me in and shaking slightly as she came
hard.

"Good girl." I didn't give her
time to catch her breath before I started to take full advantage of the
pleasure she offered me.

I wanted to make love to the pretty girl
on the side of the road, but fucking the needy bitch beneath me would have to
do for the night.

There was little chance that fate would
align the stars in a way that would have me seeing the rich hottie-tottie that
had stolen my thoughts again.

"More." The girl took over our
sex and worked herself against me. I stood at the edge of the bed, enjoying the
sight of her taking what she needed. I wasn't going to come. I had nothing to
give due to the lack of true feeling for the stranger in front of me. In the
past, I would have come three or four times through the night, but something had
changed over the last year.

I wanted more.

Needed it.

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh
as I forced myself to make Elise become the girl from earlier in the night. Her
back arched in my mind and I slid my hand up it, memorizing the beautiful
curves of her body and wanting to touch all of them.

My breathing hitched as I watched her look
back at me with adoration on her face. She was a princess. A queen – and she
wanted me. Forever.

It was sick, but I didn't care. I needed
the fantasy to find release in reality. I cried out as my orgasm hit. The girl
beneath me milked me until I could hardly stand and then wanted more.

I found a way to untangle myself from her,
got dressed, and stumbled downstairs to find Sam. I hated myself for sleeping
around. It was the one thing I promised myself I would try to stop doing
because of how I felt when it was all said and done, and yet the neediness
inside of me to be loved in any manner by a woman was consuming.