Breaking Her Bad by Michelle Mankin

 

 

 

 

 

Kyle

At lunchtime, I found Claire at her usual table, sitting with Chad and Missy. What was unusual was me taking a seat right beside her. Tommy slid into a spot across from me.

“Hey.” I drew Claire into me. A temporary joy, maybe, but one that felt wonderful. “How’d it go?” I asked, though I sort of already knew. Missy had texted me that Claire was in the clear.

“I really like Mr. Garrett,” she said.

I did too. Though he’d been hard on my ass on more than one occasion.

Claire made a face. “He wants me to stay out of fights, unless it’s self-defense.”

“It was self-defense with Belinda,” Missy said. “Mr. Garrett knows the score.”

“Yeah.” Claire nodded. “But he wants me to do some community service hours at school with new students.”

“Me and Claire both.” Chad tossed a half-eaten, stale-looking roll back on his tray. “He likes how we’ve mostly managed to fit in.”

Claire grimaced. “He didn’t like how I was dressed today.”

I noted her change in clothes. Unlike before, she now wore a large T-shirt that read DICK’S DRIVE-IN. The hem hung to her mid-thigh.

“I liked your earlier outfit, babe.” It was very rock-chick sexy with a dash of irresistible Claire. I tucked a wispy strand of her hair behind her ear. “I just didn’t like other guys getting glimpses of parts they don’t have a right to see. I’d prefer if you only dressed like that when I’m right beside you to make sure they keep their hands off.”

She slowly smiled, and my world tilted more in her direction.

“You are an amazing woman, Claire.” That needed to be said now, since with us out in the open, I might not get many more opportunities.

“Thank you.” Her eyes widened behind her glasses. “I thought you were mad at me. That I messed up.”

She did mess up, which meant we were on borrowed time now. I knew it, even if she didn’t.

“I never wanted you to be a secret because I was ashamed of you. In fact, I think it’s a fucking miracle that you’re mine.”

One night in her treehouse, or too little time here, I would take whatever I could have of her. Pay whatever consequences. Put the memories in the watertight box with my other treasures.

If Skellin didn’t put me in a cement-weighted one and drop me in the lake when he discovered I’d defied him.

“You okay?” Claire swiveled to look at me and touched my face.

Refocusing, I took her hand and pressed my lips into her palm. “I’m good.” I tucked her back into me. “I’m with you.”

Her smile grew. “I’m good too because of you.”

Seeing that, I decided to stop tainting whatever time I had left with her.

“So, about the band. Tommy and I decided on a name.” Wrapping my arms around Claire, I felt her go tense. “No Quarter. That okay with you, babe?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Like us or leave us, it’s perfect. Just would have been nice if you’d asked for my input.”

“Asking now,” I said low in her ear, and she melted into me.

“Yes.”

Across the table, Tommy gave me an approving nod, but his eyes were narrowed. He was clued into the stuff I was determined to set aside.

The bell rang, and everyone groaned.

Claire and I stood, and I kissed her. When it got heated, Tommy cleared his throat, and I released her to go with him.

She was under his care during band. Might soon be under his care again full time, but I didn’t think any harder along those lines.

I set off to move product. Money made my master happy. It would behoove me to have him in a good mood.

• • •

After school, I went straight to Footit’s. Tommy drove us in his passenger van, which was nearly as old as Missy’s Oldsmobile. Claire arrived shortly after with Missy. Addy waved at us from behind the bar. We all waved to acknowledge her.

“Band practice after,” I said.

“After what?” Missy asked.

“After Claire and I spend some time together.” Taking Claire’s hand, I pointed my chin toward Bob. “Hey, Uncle Bob.”

“Hey, Kyle.” He smiled while taking a chair off a table.

“Keep Bob out front,” I told Tommy, keeping my voice low. “Don’t let him come to the back, yeah?”

I didn’t wait for Tommy to confirm. He had my back. I trusted him.

Claire skipped ahead of me. With that ridiculous shirt gone, her sexy ass was hanging out of those shorts.

I bit back a groan as I followed her into the back room. “Get undressed.”

Moving in after her, I locked the door. Leaning against it, I started working on my boots. Her sexy backside to me, she bent over to untie hers, and I let out the groan I’d been holding in.

“Babe, fucking hell, you have an amazing ass.”

Straightening, she gave me a saucy wink over her shoulder, then shimmied out of her cutoff shorts. My hands shook from the anticipation rushing through me as I unbuckled my belt. She whipped her shirt off, turned, and threw it at me. I let it fall to the floor, along with my jaw.

“Damn, Claire.” Boots gone, I stalked toward her. My eyes were on fire as I stared at her in only a satiny white bra and a lacy thong. Reaching back between my shoulder blades, I removed my shirt.

“We get a bed this time.” Her eyes blazing, she licked her lips.

“Hell yes.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she draped hers around my neck. Our bodies pressed together, then our mouths.

My lips were firm, my body hard. She was all curves and heat, soft and irresistible. Her lips were lush, her tongue velvety and wet. Her sweet taste was fucking bliss.

Stroke by stroke, I took the kiss deeper and made us hotter. When she broke it to gasp a breath, I raced my greedy lips and then the tip of my tongue along her delicate jaw.

“Kyle . . .” She breathed out my name, crushing her round tits into my chest. “That’s so hot.”

“You’re so hot.”

Holding her slender waist in my hands, I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue.

“Babe,” I whispered, pouring my warm breath into her ear and delighted by her shiver. “I want you badly. Do you want me?”

“Yes, Kyle,” she said huskily.

“Love the way you say my name when you’re turned on.”

Reaching around her, I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. I eased back so I could gaze at her. Her tits were gorgeous, round handfuls with rosy nipples that hardened like my cock did as I stared.

“Gotta taste you.” I swept her up into my arms and strode toward the bed. My unbuckled jeans slid lower on my hips as I pushed aside the blanket and placed her on the crisp white sheets.

“Please do.” She came up on her elbows, glancing at me through her lashes.

“I changed the linens this morning, anticipating placing you on top of them.” I started working on my jeans and boxers while she did some rapt staring of her own. “Thong off, babe.”

“Right.” Wiggling out of it, she shook her head as if waking from a dream.

I was looking at my dream. She was mine for the taking, naked, lying in my bed as she gazed hungrily at me. I kicked my jeans and boxers away, my hard-as-fuck cock fixated on her like I was.

“You are so gorgeous.” My eyes hot and locked on hers, I climbed into the bed.

“You are.”

She reached for me, racing her hands over me. My shoulders, my chest, my abs. I caged her between my arms and lowered my head, aiming for her sweet mouth again. Her lips were an indulgence, her tongue a wicked delight. Each deep penetrating stroke of mine to hers made me groan.

If I weren’t careful, I’d come before even being inside her.

Releasing her mouth, I went for her tits, lifting and shaping them with my hands. I circled each nipple with the tip of my tongue, then sucked each one deep. I lashed across them with my tongue, back and forth, before I moved lower.

“Kyle.” She gasped as I found and touched my lips to her clit. “Oh, Kyle.” She moaned as I sucked. Arching her hips off the mattress, she pressed deeper into my mouth. “I’m going to come.”

My lips curving, I lifted my head, glancing up at her over the length of her sexy body. “That’s the plan, babe.” I swiped my tongue through the succulent flavor of her on my lips. “I’m ready to go off just from tasting you.”

“Oh, Kyle.” She slowly smiled, and it was beautiful.

She was lying beneath me, her mouth swollen from my kisses. Her nipples were wet and hard from my mouth. Her skin was red from my stubble. Her pussy and her inner thighs were damp with desire.

I was done with slow.

“No condom,” I told her as I moved into position and located her entrance with one sweep of my thumb.

“Yes,” she said softly, sighing her agreement.

“Oh, Claire.” I groaned as I entered her, plunging inside in one smooth stroke. “You’re so wet.”

She was so tight; I had to move. I could already feel it, urgency tightening like a coil.

“You feel so good inside me.” Her passion magnified by her lenses, she gazed up at me like I was her dream come true while grabbing my ass.

“I can make it better.” I pulled out slowly, dragging my cock through her wetness only to slide right back in deep again.

“So hot,” she gasped.

I circled my hips, then plunged deep. Withdrawing slightly, then driving into her tight wet sheath. I repeated that decadence again and again until we were both pulling in ragged breaths.

“Kyle . . .” She gasped, her fingers racing over my back. Not shying away from my scar, she caressed it.

“Claire. Babe.” She transformed my body and my soul, making even my flaws feel like attributes.

“I’m close,” she warned, her nails digging crescents into the tight skin over my ass.

“Wait for me.” I thrust deep, and she lifted her hips to make my thrust deeper.

“I can’t.” She tightened around me.

“You can.” I slammed into her harder, faster.

“You feel too good.” She panted, her body jerking beneath me. “Too wonderful.”

That was it. I was there. The coil unwound.

“Come, babe.” I hammered into her, deep and deeper.

“Oh, Kyle,” she cried.

I felt it, her tension as she strained. It was coming for her. I drove deep one final time, letting go.

“Claire,” I groaned.

Stiffening, I spilled my seed into her, hot pulse after hot pulse. She rhythmically clenched around me, taking what I gave and making it hotter.

Each time I was inside her was better than the last. Each time, I fell more under her spell.

I knew there was another word for it. But she wasn’t going to be mine long enough for me to tell her, so I showed her, one white-hot pulse after another until she had every single part of me.