Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

“Oh, okay. Excuse me, Preppy.” I wrinkle my nose at the nickname, not exactly sure if it’s a compliment, insult, or a general observation compared to his grunge style. “Preppy?” “Yeah. You didn’t tell me your name,” he says, smirking. “I think it fits, though, no?” He licks his bottom lip, then bites it, eyeing me from the meticulous swoop of my hair down to my feet. “But I’m into it.”

“What classes do you think I should take, Mr. Advisor? Actually, what do you take? I think I’d like to be in those,” he declares with a slow, easy smile. “Y-You’d like to be in mine?” I sputter in shock. “We met ten minutes ago. You don’t even know what classes I’m takin’. I could be in Interpretive Dance and Advanced Physics.” “Are you?” “No. But that’s beside the point. You don’t know me or what I’m into. You need to choose classes based on your own interests. I’m just here to help if you need or want it.” “Okay. Well, I’m telling you, I need it. And I definitely want it.” The way he emphasizes the word “want” has my abs tightening and heat filling my cheeks. “I’m feeling a little nervous about starting a new school, and I’d like to have a friendly face in my classes. So, can you sign me up for yours, or what, Preppy?”

Something intriguing about him, hiding under a perfect, preppy exterior.

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.

I’ve known I was bi for a few years now, but I’ve never been with a guy or even crushed on one. Girls have always been more. . . available to me, but I’m much pickier when it comes to the male species. But now. . . This boy. . . this boy has me all twisted up inside, and I’m ready to fucking unravel for him.

This kid is way too fucking uptight. It makes me want to rumple his hair, take him out drinking, maybe even to a fight—if they exist here. He needs to let loose and live a little. Trade the sweater and loafers for a leather jacket and some ass-kicking boots. I’ll even settle for a denim jacket.

I really am looking for a new friend. It’s just a bonus that he’s fucking hot as hell, and I’m pretty sure at least bi judging by how many times he’s already blushed. God, I really fucking hope he is.

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

I could tell he has a sensual touch from his earlier handshake. It’s part of the reason why I couldn’t let go. His feather-soft caress felt too good against callused hands that have seen way too many fights.

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.

“Um, could you not do that? I’m tryin’ to concentrate on your—” He turns his head to finish the sentence, and his words die in his throat when he realizes my face is an inch away from his, our lips hovering a breath apart. I can smell mint toothpaste on his breath, and I’m fucking dying for a taste. I’ve never kissed a boy before, but the thought gets me so excited, so fucking horny. His eyes zero in on my mouth, and I purposefully lick my lips, teasing him. “Do what?” I whisper, my words ghosting over his lips, caressing them, provoking them.

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.

I nod, mentally adding that comment to the growing list of questions I have about what the fuck is going on under his perfectly put-together, handsome-as-fuck exterior.

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.

“Meet at the flagpole?” His eyes are sparkling like he’s teasing me, but I don’t know why. “Yeah?” It comes out as a question, not an answer. “Okay. I like it. Flagpole it is. Just don’t pull my pants down and tie me to it.” “Wh-what?” I sputter, confused. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Remi. I wouldn’t even be able to if I tried.” Remi tips his head back and barks out a loud laugh. “I was just joking, but that’s good to know. Thanks, Lincoln. I wouldn’t do that to you either,” he says, winking at me again.

Why does my new friend have to be so hot?

“Holy freakin’ crap, Remi! That was so cool!” He brushes his dark locks out of his eyes and snorts. “Thanks. You don’t curse, do you, Preppy?” I push my glasses up but don’t break eye contact. “Oh. Um. No. Not out loud, I guess. My parents have never really tolerated any kind of bad language.” “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.” His voice is deep and sultry.

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.

He chuckles, not unkindly. “These are good. Just looks like the flash caught you off guard in that first one,” he says, giving me a wink that makes me think he knows I was flustered. We take another round of friendly, smiling photos. Then Remi reaches over and gently slips my glasses off, folding and setting them on the little ledge in front of us. “You don’t like them?” I ask self-consciously. I can’t do contacts. The thought of touching my eyeball twice a day, every day, makes me shutter. “They’re awesome, Linc. Just wanted to try some pics without them, too. So I can decide which look is hotter. But I think it’ll be a tie.” His smile is wolfish, full of mischief, and his eyes sparkle as he awaits my reaction. “H-hotter? Me? Y-you like guys?” I hate that I’m stuttering around him, barely making sense, because he keeps tossing every expectation I have out the window. And it’s throwing me for a loop.

“I’m bi,” he clarifies. “You are?” I ask in an incredulous tone. My heart’s starting to race, and my stomach flutters wildly. “Uh-huh. And you are. . .?” he trails off, waiting for me to fill in the blank. “Um. . .” I tug at the collar of my sweater with trembling fingers.

“Linc. It’s okay—” “I’m gay!” I shout unceremoniously, tactlessly. My mother would be appalled, probably more about the shouting than the fact that I’m gay. Although, trust me. She’ll hate that, too. “I’ve never told anyone that before. Ever,” I admit, tucking my hands under my thighs so they’ll stop shaking.

“Wow. Dude, I’m honored to be the first person you came out to. And don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” He slings his arm around my shoulders again and gives me a side hug. I melt into him a little, needing the comfort. I wasn’t expecting to come out to anyone today. But I actually feel lighter now, freer.

I kiss him deeper and more urgently, spearing my tongue into his mouth and licking everywhere. Even his fucking teeth. I want to taste him. Consume him from the inside out.

He wants me. He may be shy and reserved, but he likes guys, and I know he likes me. I just don’t want to scare him away. I recognize skittishness when I see it. And every bone in my body screams at me to figure out why. What’s going on with him?

“So, did you like it? Kissing a boy? You gay, for sure then?” I can’t help it when my lip quirks, and his eyes zero in on the movement before they flick back to meet mine. I see a moment of panic flash across them. Please don’t run away, little mouse. “Lincoln. Chill, dude.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if it will become a regular thing. Me reassuring him. And I think I’d be okay with that. “This is a safe space with me. We’re friends, and we’re just exploring things together, right?” I decide to open up to him and hopefully ease his nerves.

“That was my first time kissing a boy, too. And honestly, it blew my fucking mind. To the point where I’m questioning if I’m even still bi, or maybe I’m just gay now. Because damn, Linc.” I grab the photos from his hand and flutter them in the space between us. “Can I keep these?” I ramble, but it does its job, and his shoulders relax as he lets out a surprised giggle. It’s melodic and twangy, and the pleasant sound makes me wonder if maybe he sings.

He peers at me out of the corner of his eye and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip before whispering, “I did like it. A lot. I’m definitely gay, Remi.” And then he smiles, and it’s crooked and so fucking alluring—just like his eyes—that I have a hard time not staring. He seems self-conscious, and I have no idea why. I bump my shoulder into his. “Nice, bro. Glad to be of service,” I say, just messing with him, knowing these photos will be of service to me later tonight. I stand and slip them into my back pocket, making sure they don’t get wrinkled. Definitely...

“Wanna hang out after school this week? Study and work on shit?” His mismatched eyes dart to mine, and he pauses, staring back at me strangely. He blinks rapidly and runs a hand through his auburn hair. Lincoln breaks eye contact and stuffs his hands into his tight-as-fuck front pockets. “Yes. I can help you with your homework—” I cut him off right there. “That’s not why I want to hang out, though. You get that, right?”

There’s just something about him, and I have to know more.

I zero in on the photo of us tongue-kissing for the camera, and I imagine that tongue on my dick. I picture him in my mind. He’s on his knees in front of me, licking my cock and sucking my balls into his mouth with vigor. And that’s all it takes. Literally, all it takes. I grip myself tighter and squeeze my eyes shut as I nut all over the bathroom counter with a quiet groan. I’m out of breath as I come down from the orgasm high, my dick softening in my hand. Wow. First time I’ve jacked off to thoughts of a real guy. Definitely a fan.

“Looking good in that uniform, Preppy,” Remi says as he stops right in front of me.

“I’ll go if you go. It should be fun, and we could share a cabin together if you want. Dr. Benson is really nice,” I add, wanting them to get along. He flicks his dark gaze to the front of the class, then back. “Yeah, okay. Guess he doesn’t seem so bad. And a weekend getaway with you, Linc? Sign me the fuck up. I’ll happily take the science right along with it.”

Sorry, ladies. I’m going after a boy this time.

“We met yesterday. But yes, we’re friends now.” Sierra covers her mouth and giggles softly. “I was just teasin’, Linc. I’m glad you found a new friend.” She bumps her knee into my leg, conveying a world of meaning in one small gesture, but I hear her loud and clear. Take care of him. Don’t hurt him. This is important, and I don’t take my earlier declaration lightly. Start as friends, then make him more. Make him mine.

“You’re the boy next door?” he asks, his deep voice full of disbelief and. . . excitement? A slow grin pulls at his lips until a full-blown smile is on display. “Oh, this is fucking gold.”

Even though we just met yesterday, it’s clear he’s a fiercely loyal person—maybe to his detriment.

“Son of a—!” I shout, stopping before the actual curse word leaves my lips. Remi bursts in, and I immediately cover my junk, stumbling backward out of the spray of water until my back bumps into the cold tile. Goosebumps erupt across my entire body, and I shiver. It’s a walk-in shower. Goodness, gracious. There is no door. Remi just stands there, stunned. As if he didn’t realize I’d actually be naked when he rushed in here. It’s my fault, though. I screamed—literally screamed. “Remi,” I whisper over the water splashing against the tile floor between us. He clears his throat and glances off to the side, speaking roughly. “Linc. . . I heard you shout. And I just wanted to make sure. . .” He runs his hand through his messy dark hair. “I didn’t think you’d be naked, Preppy. Fuck—”

I’ll get a boner if he touches me with his bare hands. There’s no stopping it. Like the leaves change and snow falls, this is inevitable. It’s going to happen. One glance down, and he’ll see everything. Do I want him to? Oh, God. I think I want him to. His touch causes a dual sensation—pleasure and pain warring within me. And the feeling is. . . euphoric. He moves his hand in a circular motion all over my chest, brushing against my nipples before moving south to my stomach. All the while maintaining eye contact with me. I forget every cut, scrape, and abrasion while he takes care of me. I forget the bullies. I forget the pain—mental and physical—and just feel his touch instead. Relish it. I close my eyes, my raging hard-on pulsing with need.

“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.” I spin around automatically, not caring if he decides to check out my butt. Remi repeats the process, cleaning my back but never going lower. And then his fingers are massaging my scalp and washing my hair. It feels incredible; the moans slipping from my lips are mortifying yet involuntary. My breathing picks up. “Remi—” I whine, not a clue as to what I’m saying, what I’m asking. All I know is that I’ve never been so hard in my life. And there’s an amazing, kind, sexy boy standing in his underwear behind me. Taking such gentle care of me. Like no one ever has.

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding a little unsure. My tongue darts out to lick the water droplets from my bottom lip, and his half-lidded eyes track the movement. I nod quickly, becoming impatient. I so desperately need to come. I want him to touch me more. Lower. I need to forget about everything that happened this afternoon. I need to focus on this new, good thing in my life. This whirlwind. This boy. Remington Michaels.

“Fuuuck. You are so goddamn hot.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and peruses my naked body, eyes lingering on my cock, which jumps from the attention. His heated gaze darts back to mine. “I am definitely one hundred percent here to experiment with you, Preppy. But you’re injured and. . .” I have no idea where this newfound bravery has come from, but I silence his concerns when I step forward and press my lips to his. Remi wastes no time and reaches down, grasping my hard length and squeezing tightly.

“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.”

“You mind?” His hand is full of my cum as his other thumb hooks the waistband of his underwear. There’s a sparkle in his eyes, and the eyebrow with the piercing rises with his question. I shake my head no frantically. I’m so ready to see him. He yanks his boxers down, steps out of them, and stands proudly, slinging them into the corner of the shower with his foot. My eyes immediately dart down to the impressive cock at full attention between his legs. Well, that just exceeds the balance of decency. He’s bigger than me—in both length and girth. By a lot.

I tear my eyes away from the first cock I’ve ever seen and brave his gaze instead. He must see the panic racing through them because he lets out a raspy laugh. “Don’t let your mind go there today, Preppy. We’ll figure things out when we need to.” And then he winks before reaching down with his hand full of my cum, stroking himself right in front of me, the shower still running idly behind us.

With hooded eyes, he stands there jerking himself slowly, leisurely. As if there’s no rush in the world. No threat of parents or housekeepers walking in. His stare is hungry with pure desire aimed at me. It’s a heady feeling and has my own dick perking up again. Remi doesn’t miss it. “Touch yourself. I wanna see how you make yourself come. I need a visual of what you do in this shower by yourself. Show me, Preppy.” I grab the body wash, squirt a small amount into my hand, and start to jack off with Remi doing the same two steps in front of me. I widen my stance, squeezing and tugging on my balls just the way I like it. “Oh fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna come. . .” he says, teeth clenched tightly, jaw po...

close my eyes and slouch against the cool tile, trying to catch my breath as I start to crash from too many endorphins running through my body in one afternoon. “You can tell me how amazing that was while I tuck you into bed,” Remi says, and...

“About what happened earlier in the shower.” I swallow thickly. My tongue feels too big for my mouth. Does he regret it? “I really fucking liked it, and I wanna do it more. So, I was thinking. . . friends with benefits?” My heart starts to beat faster, my chest visibly rising, and I quickly respond before I can change my mind. “O-okay. Yes.” “We can experiment. Try different things. 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.” His eyes look between mine, and he whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

“How are you feeling?” he asks again, emphasizing the last word. “I feel. . .” I trail off, my gaze veering to the side as I break eye contact, unsure how to voice this to Remi without sounding desperate or pathetic. But he’s already seen me at my worst today, and he still wanted to give me a handy, so I give him a little more. “I’m feelin’ conflictin’ and confusin’ emotions right now. I’m upset, humiliated, happy, hopeful, alive.” I return my gaze to him, the last word a vulnerable whisper that escapes of its own accord. “Any of the good is because of you, Remi.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine again, kissing me passionately. So unfriend-like that my head spins. Pulling back, he cradles my face with both hands, fathomless eyes searing my soul. “You’re alive, baby, trust me. You’re so fucking alive.” His declaration is so impassioned and urgent that my stomach bottoms out. And the fact that he just called me baby does not escape my notice. We continue to stare at each other, trapped in this intimate moment. And for once, the strong emotions flowing between us don’t scare me. They excite me. Even if we are just friends. It’s more than I’ve ever had.

One more day of school, and I’ll get Linc all to myself for the entire weekend. In a mountain cabin. My dick plumps up just thinking about it and all the fucking possibilities it comes with.

Three days of picking him up, and it still hasn’t gotten old. The giant oak door swings inward, and Lincoln steps out into the morning sunlight. His auburn hair shines, revealing lighter shades woven into the perfectly-styled tresses. His eyes are so startling that I can notice the color difference from here. His green eye practically glows right along with his hair, and his dark eye holds so much depth. I’ll never get tired of staring into them. I continue my perusal, appreciating his lean swimmer’s build, knowing exactly what’s underneath, and wanting more. He’s slim, and his smaller muscles are so toned. It’s sexy as hell.