Diary of a Bad Boy(82)

Sutton: I just snorted.

Roark: Where are you?

Sutton: I told you, I went home.

Roark: Why?

Sutton: Felt like you needed a second.

Roark: Well, I’ve taken a second, now open your door.

Sutton: Are you outside?

Roark: Yes, so open your goddamn door right now.

Swallowing hard, but filled with excitement, I adjust my top, fluff my hair, and prepare myself as I open the door to find Roark, hand on the wall, looking down at his phone, his hair a mess. He’s fuming. I think I woke up a beast. And I am so not sorry.





Chapter Eighteen





Dear Ralph,

Bram pissed himself while proposing. Holy shit, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all year. Well, that’s not entirely true, the best thing I heard all year was Sutton’s moans while I flicked her with my tongue.

Still though, the poor bastard. I do feel a little bad for him. He loves Julia so damn much, and I know all he wants to do is marry the girl. It’s why after he left I sent him some encouraging texts. Why didn’t I say those things in front of Sutton? Because I was pissed and irritated.

I’m still pissed and irritated but now for an entirely different reason.

Sutton left.

She left as if it was no problem at all, and the only reason I’m not panicking and having a complete mental breakdown over it is because of the smallest of smirks I saw playing on her lips when the elevator doors closed. She’s playing cat and mouse, her idea of foreplay.

My idea of torture.

But if it’s angry sex she wants, she’s about to get it.

Wish me luck, Ralph. This is going to be a night I remember for a long time.

Roark





ROARK





Fuming and turned on, I wait for Sutton to open the door to her apartment. The balls on this fucking woman—to walk out of my apartment, taking my friend’s side.

It set me into a fit of rage but also made me smile. Sutton Grace, my Sutton Grace, not only got along with Bram but showed compassion and kindness in his time of need. I never doubted he’d like her—because she’s incredible—but Bram is one of the only guys I’ve truly leaned on, and she swooped in and took him under her wing, helping him with his problem. It made me want her even more, and then she ran away.

I’m so not fucking happy.

The door to her apartment unlocks, and I press my hand against the doorway, trying to tamp down my anger. The door peeks open and I don’t see anything, just the inside of her apartment. When I go to say something, she opens the door wider, but stays behind the wood, out of view.

I charge in and she shuts the door quickly.

That’s when I see her.

Standing across from me, in nothing but a black thong and that cut-off white shirt . . . wet, so every inch of the fabric is plastered to her fantastic tits.

Speechless, I stare as she struts toward me and places her hand on my chest. Immediately I palm her ass and bring her in close, her shirt making mine wet as well.

Her hands move up my neck to my hair when she says, “What took you so long to get here? I’ve been waiting.”

I squeeze her ass, loving how much of her there is to grab. “Why are you playing games, Sutton?”

“It’s okay for you to play games, but not me?”

“When did I play games?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her neck where I start nipping along the column.

“When we first met, with my cell phone.”

“That doesn’t count. We weren’t together then.”

“You still tortured me.” She moves her hands down my back to my jeans where she slips her hands under my shirt and starts pulling it up and over my head. I assist her and toss the fabric on the ground, bringing my lips back to her neck.

“Still different. Now that we’re dating, we don’t fuck around with each other.”

“Are you lecturing me?” she asks, her nipples poking my chest with her heavy breaths.

Loving her scent, I run my nose along her ear, down to her collarbone as my hands travel up her back. She smells so damn good, and her soft skin is unlike anything I’ve felt. It’s as if it’s never been touched before. I can see myself getting lost in her body very easily.

“Yeah, I am.” I lift up and look her in the eyes. “Don’t fuck with my head, Sutton. It’s already messed up as it is.”

Her eyes soften as she reaches up and presses her fingers along my scruff. “I wanted to get you over here and surprise you.” She pushes me backward until I sit on her bed. I quickly kick off my shoes before she sits on my lap. I circle her with my arms, my hands landing on her backside where I slip them under her thong.

She rests her arms on my shoulders, tilts her head to the side so her long blonde hair falls with her, and she starts to move her hips. I groan and waste no time making her lips mine. Soft and willing, her lips match my needy kisses, our tongues clashing in the middle. Her hands work their way into my hair, and my hands start to slide her thong down her legs. She lifts up, and I help guide the fabric off her body with help from each leg. I toss it with my shirt and quickly reach between her legs where I press a finger into her wetness.

She moans into my mouth as my finger finds her clit, and I start rubbing it as her hips very slowly work back and forth over my finger.