Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

For the bad boys, who are probably just big softies underneath it all.

And if this fucker thinks he’s going to advise me on shit, he has another thing coming. I make my own decisions, fuck anyone else.

Okay buddy we’ll see about that

Not to mention he is seriously hot as fuck, in an innocent, I-have-no-clue kind of way. And fuck, his eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them in my entire life. One is a shocking emerald green, sparkling with life and happiness. And the other is nearly as dark as my own, swimming in shadows and depth. They’re fucking hypnotizing.

This boy. . . this boy has me all twisted up inside, and I’m ready to fucking unravel for him.

Ho-ly shit. Did shy boy just ask me for my phone number?

There are so many other ways I could make him blush, and I suddenly want to experience those things with him.

He’s too good for me, of that I’m certain. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Regardless, I’m still going for him, even if I have to be his friend first.

I’ve never kissed a boy before, but the thought gets me so excited, so fucking horny.

I want to see him tomorrow, the day after that, and every day for the foreseeable future. I’ve set my sights on him, and there’s no stopping these new and exhilarating feelings fluttering through me.

You’d think four science classes would stop my crazy plan to win Lincoln Anderson over. To bring him out of his shell. Shake him up a bit. Do something a little reckless and fun. But it won’t—I’m determined. And I’m going to flip his life upside down. I think I have my first boy crush.

Guess he’s kind of forced me to adopt him or something. He has those big puppy dog eyes, and they are working.

It feels good to have someone actually interested. . . in me.

“Side quest. Make Lincoln say fuck.” His eyes twinkle, and I know he’s teasing me. “I won’t.” “Oh, I bet you will. Bet I’ll make you.”

Is he insinuating what I think he is? No. There’s no possible way a guy like Remi could be gay. I would never be that lucky.

“Wanna do that again?” I stop focusing on the photos in my hand and stare at him instead. “So we can both have a set, of course,” he says casually. And he winks. . . again. And I blush. . . again. Did he just read my mind?

Please don’t run away, little mouse.

His cheeks are so adorably red, and he has the most genuine smile gracing his lips. Fuck, I really want to lean in and kiss them again. So I remind my horny brain and semi-hard cock that we’re just friends. . . for now.

And a weekend getaway with you, Linc? Sign me the fuck up. I’ll happily take the science right along with it.”

“First of all, it’s Remi—we aren’t friends. Second, if I hear you call him a freak or anything else again, I will risk expulsion to make sure you physically can’t speak. For at least three months. Ever had your jaw wired shut?” I threaten in a calm, even tone. “And third, fuck all the way off. I’m sitting here. With my friend. He’s more fun to hang out with than any of you pricks. There’s no comparison.”

Start as friends, then make him more. Make him mine.

“I jerked off to you last night in my bathroom,” Remi whispers. “Came all over my sink to the filthiest thoughts of everything I wanna do to you, Preppy. Look down. Watch my hand stroke your cock. You need to come, don’t you? You look like you’re about to explode.”

It’ll help us figure out what we like. What we don’t. But I doubt there’s anything I wouldn’t like to do with you, Preppy.”

But these past two days, I’ve never felt so free in my entire life. So happy and, dare I say, hopeful. Hopeful for the future. For more opportunities to make my own decisions and do what I want with my life. Not what they want. And it’s all thanks to Remi. My new friend. With benefits.

His smile is so wide and genuine. He’s fucking breathtaking like this.

I chuckle at how fucking cute and sexy he is. He has no idea, either. Everything he’s self-conscious about, I’m completely and unhealthily obsessed with. His mismatched eyes, his quirky personality, his intelligence, his kindness, his fucking innocence.

His tinkling laughter is a beautiful melody I want to capture and preserve forever. Trap it in a little glass jar like the lightning bugs dancing outside.

I love his voice, his laugh, his eyes, his smile. . . Fuck, he’s captivating. And it’s hard not to be completely and totally obsessed.

And knowing that you only curse around me and not other people gets me hot, Preppy. Knowing that it’s only for me when those pouty pink lips murmur fuck me. .

He’s ruining me for anyone else. And I can’t find it in me to care at all.

It’s the full-circle realization that I don’t want to be friends. Or best friends. I want to be more, so much more. I’m talking life-altering, soul-consuming, the I-can’t-breath-without-you type of more.

I was planning to text Remi after dinner anyway. I already miss him.

This big, tough boxer is soft for me. Only me.

Preppy. I wanted to let you know that I’m thankful for you. And I guess the academy, too. For assigning you as my student advisor. Because honestly, Linc, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a really long time.”

words. I need you, too. I’ve needed you every moment of every day since the second I spotted you pulling into school on your moped. I could never forget you. Not in a million years.

“I fucking need you, Lincoln Anderson,”

“You’re the one good thing in my life, Remi. The only thing. And that’s scary. Because I don’t want to lose you.” “How would you lose me, Linc? I only just got here. I’m not fucking going anywhere. Whether you like it or not, I’m in your corner.”

“My boyfriend,” I whisper, needing to say it out loud again. “Yes. Your boyfriend. All yours. Only yours,”

Goddamn, he is fucking sexy. He doesn’t have a clue.

You have a boyfriend to lean on now.” I kiss the top of his silky auburn hair, inhaling his fresh citrus scent. “Let me hold some of that weight for you.”

I am bisexual and proud, and I am definitely Lincoln’s boyfriend and proud. I will climb Mount fucking Mitchell and scream from the top of my lungs to the entire state that I am Lincoln Anderson’s boyfriend.

“Where are you taking me, Preppy? I’m getting excited. And kinda turned on.”

“My secret lair. To have my wicked way with you. Again,” he teases, and I love it when he can just be himself. Free to laugh, free to flirt and joke. “Oh, fuck yeah. Use me, baby,”

I like making my boyfriend feel good. And I like mapping every little freckle on your body. Even these cute little ones on the top of your feet.” He lifts my foot and presses a soft kiss right on top. “And I like touching you.” He smirks, continuing his massage up my calf, kneading the muscle before working his way up to my thigh. “Everywhere.”

He’s my peace. The best thing in my life. Our connection is so deep it fucking resonates in my bones.

“Show me everything inside your soul, Remi. Let me carry the burden with you, handle the lows and celebrate the highs. We’re a team. Can’t you see that? We’ve been a team since day one.”

I swear all I’ll ever need is the light emanating from Lincoln, from his heart and soul. With every passionate moment and traded truth, we become more entwined. There’s no going back. He’s mine. I fucking love him.

He’s so fucking hot like this. Full of confidence, nothing holding him back. Nothing between us. No clothes. No secrets. Just my best friend. And he’s all fucking mine.

This deep connection thrumming between us is more than just a physical bond. It’s a thread between two souls that recognize each other. Found each other. Our scars stitched together, entwining us. Forever.

I’m never letting him go. Never letting anyone else hurt him. This is forever for me.

Real. I will do anything for him. Tell him anything. My deepest darkest secrets. I would jump off a cliff if it meant he didn’t have to.