Bad Girl Reputation by Elle Kennedy

“How should it feel?” I haven’t the slightest idea what that means, but I wouldn’t change the way I feel about her for anything.

“I don’t know. But not this intense.”

I can’t resist the urge any longer. I reach out to tentatively brush her hair behind her ear, then thread my fingers through the long, soft strands at the back of her neck when she tilts her head into my touch.

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask hoarsely.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“You know what’ll happen if I do, Gen.”

Heat flares in her eyes, those vivid blue depths that never fail to draw me in. “Yeah? What’ll happen?” she asks, the slight curve of her lips telling me she already knows the answer but wants to hear me say it.

“I’ll kiss you.” I drag my thumb along the nape of her neck. “And then … then you’ll ask me to fuck you.”

Her breath hitches. “And then what?” Her voice is shaky.

“You know what.” I gulp through the sudden onslaught of pure, carnal lust. “I can never say no to you.”

“I know the feeling,” she says, and then her lips touch mine and from there I’m no longer in control. We become this autonomous thing with a mind of its own. Like blacking out. She bites my lip with a soft moan, grabbing a fistful of my T-shirt. I’m rock hard and ready to be inside her, but I don’t want this to end.

“Let me taste you,” I whisper against her mouth.

Lying back on the log, the blanket beneath her, she parts her legs for me, granting me the access I desperately crave. Not even trying to be polite about it, I pull down her lacy panties, shove them in my pocket, and throw her leg over my shoulder.

“I’ve missed this,” I say with a happy groan.

God, and I have. I missed the way she pulls my hair when I suck her clit, arching her back to grind against my face as I drag my tongue over her delicate flesh. I missed her soft sighs of pleasure. Her fingers tangled in my hair.

I push her knees up to her chest, spreading her open, as she trembles against my mouth. She’s quiet, all but holding her breath. At least until I work two fingers inside her. Then she moans uncontrollably, and it’s almost unfair how fast she comes. I want to make it last for her, but I’m also greedy to make her shake for me.

I don’t even expect her to fuck me. I’d be happy to go down on her every day and twice on Sunday just to go home and yank it to the memory. But afterward Gen throws the blanket on the sand and starts unzipping my jeans. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes me, slow and firm. We don’t speak. As if we’re both afraid words will shatter the darkness, the seclusion that makes this all possible. Out here, alone and in secret, is it even real? We can be anyone, do anything. If no one knows, it never happened.

She sits me on the blanket, both of us still clothed. She knows I’ve got a condom in my pocket because I almost always do, so she takes it, rips it open and slides it on me before sliding herself down on my dick. So wet and tight. Her hips rock back and forth, taking me deep, summoning a ragged breath from my lungs. I drag down the zipper of her dress and unhook her bra to grab two handfuls of her breasts. Squeezing. Sucking her nipples while she rides me. Burying my face in her warm skin.

It’s fucking perfection.

Small noises start to escape her lips. Sighs that become louder, more desperate. Then she loses all control of her voice, moaning against my ear.

“Harder,” she begs me. “Please, Evan. Harder.”

I grab her ass, holding her above me while I thrust into her. She bites my shoulder. I don’t know why that always does it, but seconds later I come, hard, shaking as I hold her tight to my chest. Every time with Gen is the best sex I’ve ever had. Raw and unfiltered, the most honest we know how to be.

If only that feeling could last forever.





CHAPTER 13

GENEVIEVE

I forget to be afraid of myself, of what I become inside Evan’s orbit. It’s so much work, worrying, constantly guarding my own worst instincts, thinking and then unthinking every decision. I forget to hate myself and instead let my dress fall to the sand. I walk naked out into the waves while Evan pulls his shirt off, watching me from the shore. I remember how it feels to have his eyes on me. Knowing me, searing me into his mind. I remember the power in it, the excitement in what I do to him by just standing here.

Up to my waist in the water, I turn around to watch him wade in after me—and remember he has the same power. I’m trans-fixed by the lines of his muscles and broad shoulders. The way he grabs a handful of water and runs it through his hair. A shudder runs through me at the magnificent sight.

“Yeah, so, it’s been fun,” he says glibly. “But I gotta run.”

“Oh yeah? Somewhere to be?”

“Yeah, I got a date, actually. In fact, I’m already running late. Gonna have to stop at the store for more condoms.”

“Right, sure,” I say, dragging my hands through the water to keep myself steady against the tide. “Anyone I know?”

“Doubt it. She’s a meter maid.”

“Hot.” I bite back a laugh. “Just your type. I know how wild you go for civic authority.”

“You know, it’s the polyester, if I’m honest. Tacky uniforms get my dick hard.”