Wild Renegade by Andria Large

beautiful with her high cheekbones and her pouty lips. I
continue to smooth my hand over her silky hair. What is this girl doing to me?

 
    "I'm
so embarrassed," she whispers.

 
    "Baby,
don't be, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," I reply quietly.

 
    Her
eyes flip open and she pushes up to her elbows. "Are you kidding me? I've
known you for all of two weeks and my dad freaks out on you, insults you. I
mean, you don't even know half of the shit that he was saying in Italian about
you," she huffs angrily.

 
    "It
doesn't matter, Nikki. What bothers me the most is that he upset you," I
blurt. Okay Ace, good way to hide your feelings.

 
    Nicole
rolls her eyes at me. "Like you really care how I feel," she laughs
bitterly.

 
    I
frown at her. "Of course I care how you feel; otherwise, I wouldn't be
here," I snap. It actually hurt to find out that she thinks that I don't
care about her, which also freaks me out a bit because now I have to admit that
I do care about her. A lot.

 
    She
sighs and hangs her head. "You're right, I'm sorry."

 
    "Listen,
I know this is stressing you out, but we only have to put up this front for
another month or two and then you can make your dad happy by telling him that
you dumped my ass."

 
    Nicole
snickers and lifts her head back up. "Is that how the story for the
tabloids is gonna go, too?"

 
    I
nod. "Absolutely," I smirk.

 
    She
smiles and it makes my heart do a little happy jig. This is not good. This
thing I have for her keeps deepening each time she smiles at me. My grandmother
always told me that when I found that one person meant for me that I would do
anything to make her happy, no matter what it costs me. As of right now, I
would take the hit for this whole situation. Nicole can publicly dump my sorry
ass if that would make her happy. Is this what my grandmother meant?

 
    "Thanks,
Ace," she says softly.

 
    I
nod. "Anytime."

 
    She
sighs and lies back down, this time turning on her side to face me. I reach
over and pull her closer so I can hug her. She chuckles and wraps her arms
around me. I tangle my legs around hers as I nuzzle my face into the crook of
her neck. She giggles and squirms.

 
    "Ace,
your goatee is tickling me." She laughs.

 
    "Oh,
you think that is tickling you?" I say, my voice muffled by her neck.

 
    "Don't
you dare!" she squeals.

 
    But
it's too late. I start tickling her sides. She screams and squirms and fights
to get away. I tickle her until she's gasping for breath. I realize then that
I'm on top of her with my cock – which is hard, by the way - wedged
snuggly between her legs. Who knew tickling a woman could be such a turn on? She's
panting beneath me, her hands are clutching my sides. I grind against her,
testing the waters. Her eyes flip up to mine. I can see that she wants me, but
she's hesitant.

 
    Before
she can do or say anything, I swoop down and capture her lips. She moans softly
and parts her lips for me. I take what she is offering and deepen the kiss,
tangling my hands in her hair and rocking my hips. I want to be inside of her
again, badly. Nicole's hands glide up my back to clutch my shoulders, her legs winding
around the backs of my thighs. I drag my mouth down to her neck as I glide one
hand down from her hair to her breast. Her boobs are not huge but they're not
small either. They are perfect.

 
    "Ace,
we really shouldn't," she breathes halfheartedly.

 
    "Why
not? Everyone thinks we are anyway," I mutter against her neck.

 
    I
find her mouth again, this time teasing her by nipping at her bottom lip before
soothing it with my tongue. Her breath catches and her back arches up. She
wants me. There's no doubt about that. I rear back and yank her shirt over her
head then make quick work of her bra. Damn, she's gorgeous. I don't remember
her being this beautiful, but that's
probably because I was hammered.

 
    I
skim my hands up her sides to her tits. I cup them both before bending over