Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

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.

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.

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.

“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. My eyebrows scrunch together. “What does that mean?”

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.

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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“That, Preppy, was an amazing fucking blowie. How the fuck are you a pro on the first try?” It’s like he gets As in everything he does. He ducks his head into the crook of my neck, his breathy laugh tickling my skin. “I think it’s my new favorite thing,” he admits shyly. “Yeah?” He nods into my neck, whispering, “Can I do it again later?” I softly trail my fingers up and down his spine, eliciting a delicious shiver from him. “Fuck, yeah, you can. Anytime, Preppy. Any. Fucking. Time. Day or night.”

A cool palm touches my cheek, guiding my gaze back to his. Everything feels disjointed, out of touch. “I need you,” he repeats. I hear his words. But they don’t sink in. He reaches out and places his other hand over my heart. “I fucking need you, Lincoln Anderson,” he whispers passionately, never taking his eyes from mine.

“Now, please, let me take care of you. I fucking hate seeing you hurt like this, Preppy. Once was too much. Twice is hell. A third time might kill me, so please be careful with yourself. You’re important to me.”

“Relax for me, baby.” I rub up and down his spine, worshiping his soft skin and every single freckle adorning it.

“Ohhh. Remi. Fuuck! Fuck me harder!” I curl around his back, relentlessly pounding into his ass, and bite his ear. “Told you I’d make you say fuck while I fuck you,” I growl, eliciting more whimpers from him.

“Good boy,” I rasp into his ear, nipping at it. I nearly jizz from my own fucking words. “Oh God, Remi. Don’t say that. I-I won’t last,” he whines. “You’re so good. Taking this cock.” I continue to grunt filthy words as I plunge in and out of him. Praising and rewarding him with every thrust into his hot, clenching body.

“Let me hold some of that weight for you.”

“You can be vulnerable in front of me. You don’t have to be so tough all the time. Let me fight for you sometimes, too. Show me what’s underneath all this beautiful art.”

His fingertips circle the life-like compass on my forearm. “What’s this one mean?” His voice is soft and earnest, like he really wants to know. “To guide me. Show me where to go when I’m lost,” I murmur. Our eyes lock, and an intense energy pulses between us. So strong it’s tangible “And are you lost now?” There’s hope in his tone. “Not when I’m with you,” I confess, blinking away the moisture pooling there.

“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.”

“Take this cum. Filling you up again. Such. A. Good. Boy,” I grit out between a tightly clenched jaw.