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  Bad For You

  Rocktown Ink, Book 4

  Sherilee Gray

  Copyright © 2020 by Sherilee Gray

  All rights reserved.

  Editor: Karen Grove

  Proofreading: Judy’s Proofreading

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Bad For You - Sherilee Gray - 1st ed

  ISBN

  Kindle: 978-0-473-51693-2

  Epub: 978-0-473-51692-5

  Contents

  Also by Sherilee Gray

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Sherilee Gray

  Also by Sherilee Gray

  Rocktown Ink:

  Beg For You

  Sin For You

  Meant For you

  Bad For You

  Knights of Hell:

  Knight’s Redemption

  Knight’s Salvation

  Demon’s Temptation

  Knight’s Dominion

  Lawless Kings:

  Shattered King

  Broken Rebel

  Beautiful Killer

  Ruthless Protector

  Glorious Sinner

  Merciless King

  The Smith Brothers:

  Mountain Man

  Wild Man

  Boosted Hearts:

  Swerve

  Spin

  Slide

  Spark

  Axle Alley Vipers:

  Crashed

  Revved

  Wrecked

  Black Hills Pack:

  Lone Wolf’s Captive

  A Wolf’s Deception

  Stand Alone Novels:

  Breaking Him

  Chapter One

  Lila

  What are you doing, Lila? No, really. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

  Music pumped from the small house. Loud, pulsating. But my feet kept moving me toward it, ignoring my brain that screamed at me to turn around and go home.

  I wasn’t going to do that, even with my heart beating out of my chest.

  You’ve lost your freaking mind, my common sense cried.

  This isn’t you. You don’t do things like this.

  You’re acting like a crazy person.

  I refused to listen. Maybe this was me? How would I know? Maybe this was exactly the kind of thing I would have done if I hadn’t been controlled and stifled most of my life.

  I’d never been given the chance to find out. I’d spent my life living in the shadow of my sister’s “transgressions,” forced to be a good girl, to always do the right thing. Obey the rules or face a similar fate as Kate. Sixteen, pregnant, and completely cut off.

  Sometimes, I thought she got the better deal.

  As a result, I was cripplingly shy at the best of times. I’d certainly never gone to a party alone—or done much of anything without my best friend, Everly.

  You can do this.

  The nerves knotting my belly gripped tighter as I walked up the cracked concrete path to Jesse’s house.

  Members of the Ramblers MC were scattered around the yard, drinking and laughing, singing. There were a lot of women as well, wearing not very much. I cringed down at myself.

  I’d changed out of the pencil skirt and shirt I’d worn to work because looking like a librarian when I came to offer myself to Jesse didn’t seem like the best choice. This was a big step for me, and I’d struggled to find the courage to make my move. I’d never imagined he would be having a party. My skinny jeans and sweater looked more evening picnic by the lake than biker bonfire. The stares aimed at me now, following my progress to the front door, made it obvious I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

  A massive shirtless guy with a full beard and covered in tattoos stood at the base of the steps, barring my entry.

  “Hey, babe.” He grinned and reached out, rubbing some of my dark brown hair between his thick, rough fingers, tugging gently. “Want a drink?”

  I shoved my glasses higher on my nose. “I’m ah…I’m actually looking for Jesse.” Leave.

  The guy cocked his head. “Jesse?”

  “Sorry um…I mean Grifter. Can you please tell him I’m here?”

  The big biker stepped even closer, crowding me. “Now why would a nice girl like you be looking for Riff?”

  Leave. Get the heck out of there.

  The urge to run was insanely strong now, but I held my ground. I was determined to see Jesse. And it had to be tonight. Everly’s boyfriend, Dane, was Jesse’s best friend, which was how I found out Jesse was leaving for an undisclosed length of time. Something was going on, and no one would tell me what it was. Dane wasn’t here tonight; he and Eves were having a night in, which was why I’d made the hour-and-a-quarter-long drive from Rocktown to Black Stone, the town Jesse called home.

  I didn’t want an audience if this went badly. I also couldn’t let him leave without at least talking to him first. You’re hoping to do a whole lot more than talk.

  I straightened my spine. “He asked me to come. He’ll be annoyed if I’m late.”

  The guy pinned me to the spot with his dark stare, like he was waiting for me to crack and confess the truth, but finally he jerked his head toward the door. “He’s out back, but you come on back here when he’s done with you, sweetheart, yeah?”

  I shuddered. Not likely.

  Instead of going inside and fighting my way through the crowd, I strode around the side of the house and peeked around the corner into the backyard.

  There was a bonfire blazing back there and people stood around it talking, dancing, and…making out. There was a lot of sucking face going on…and um, other things.

  I ignored the guy getting a blow job in full view of everyone and searched for Jesse.

  He wasn’t hard to find.

  He stood by the bonfire, his dark blond hair hidden under the ball cap he often wore. He was wearing worn black jeans low on his hips and his MC cut. He had nothing on under it, and his inked upper body was on full display. His skin, the small amount not covered in ink, was deeply tanned, all of it smooth and lickable. He was tall, muscled, and his incredible abs were right there, for all to see.

  Jesse was…beautiful. Utterly. The sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.

  But it wasn’t just his looks that drew me, I liked all of him. All that he’d let me see, anyway. There was more to him, I’d seen the secrets, the pain in his eyes, and I’d wanted him to share that with me, too.

  He had his hat on backwards, so I could see his face clearly, and my heart thumped harder. His gorgeous green eyes, surrounded by thick, dark lashes, were so bright they almost looked neon. And when he aimed them at me, all broody and intense an
d full of heat, I turned to mush. My brain short-circuited. I was pretty sure I’d do anything he asked when he turned those eyes on me. Anything.

  His jaw was square and sculpted, and it was obvious he hadn’t shaved in a while. He had a dimple in his chin that made him look even more wicked somehow, and a nose that I assumed had been broken more than once, turning pretty into brutally handsome. He sipped his beer, and his throat worked, leaving his lips glistening. His lips…God, they were full and perfectly shaped. Lips made to be sucked on.

  And I had. I knew exactly how good they felt moving against mine.

  I wanted to feel them again. Desperately.

  Jesse could’ve been a model. I could easily see him in designer underwear on some massive billboard, that incredibly beautiful body on full display, a cocky grin curling his mouth.

  He was so unbelievably gorgeous, it was intimidating. And I still had no idea why he’d singled me out a couple of months ago.

  It’d been four weeks since I’d last seen him, since he told me we couldn’t see each other anymore, but it felt so much longer. I missed his silly texts and late-night phone calls, the heated looks, the careful way he was with me.

  He didn’t say it then, but he’d broken things off because of my inexperience. I’d seen the way his eyes had widened in shock when my humiliation—that I’d only “done the deed” once before—had been broadcast to our entire table of friends.

  And when we’d left the bar, instead of throwing me on the back of his bike and bringing me to his house to ravage me, he’d told me that his life was complicated—that we were over.

  He laughed at something the guy next to him said, startling me from my musings, and it was like staring into the sun.

  The light from the bonfire bounced over his colorful skin, making all those muscles look even more defined and highlighting just how incredibly strong he was. I knew this for a fact. I’d seen him fight. He boxed, was relentless in the ring, vicious…reckless. Like he didn’t care what happened to him.

  I cared what happened to him.

  I cared too much.

  Jesse had teased to life a part of myself that I’d suppressed. A part I never knew existed and desperately wanted to explore. With him. He’d made me feel special, irresistible, cherished. He’d kissed me like he wanted to devour me, like I meant something to him—until he’d pushed me away.

  Maybe it was pathetic, coming here like this. We’d never actually been together together. He hadn’t been my boyfriend. But there’d been something in his eyes, in his voice, when he’d broken off whatever it was we’d been doing.

  He hadn’t wanted to end it, and I was going to make him admit it. Admit he still wanted me like I still wanted him.

  I gathered the courage I needed to go over there—

  He broke away, striding across the lawn, swaying a little, and headed inside.

  Crap.

  I quickly followed, rushing up the steps and into the house. Jesse walked into a room ahead of me. I wriggled my way through the sea of people, moving quickly past a couple up against the wall kissing. I averted my gaze—

  Oh my God. People were having sex on the kitchen table. Others watched, drinking and laughing, calling out crude things.

  It wasn’t like I didn’t know Jesse was a biker and hung with a rough crowd, but this was more than I’d been prepared to see tonight.

  “You like an audience too, sweetheart?” a skinny, very tall biker said, running his hand over my butt.

  I jumped away, and his laugh boomed after me as I rushed down the hall. I shoved open the door to the room Jesse had disappeared into and shut it behind me, heart pounding.

  It was his bedroom. It smelled of his deodorant, of him. It was dark, but moonlight filtered in. There was a dresser to one side, a guitar leaning against it. I imagined him playing it and a shiver of delight moved through me. He told me he played, but I’d never heard him. Jesse had kicked off his boots and was lying on the bed in the middle of the room, his forearm draped over his eyes.

  “Jesse?”

  He didn’t move.

  I tiptoed to the side of the bed and pressed my hand to his chest. “Grifter?”

  His hand curled around my wrist and he tugged. I fell forward, landing against his chest, and he buried his nose in my hair.

  “Babe,” he said against my ear. “Christ, you smell nice.”

  My belly swooped at his rough, sexy voice. God, it promised lots of dirty things. “I couldn’t let you leave without coming to talk to you.”

  “Fuck talking,” he gritted out, hands going to my butt.

  He squeezed and I couldn’t help it, I giggled like a lunatic. He was happy to see me. I knew it. He did regret ending it between us.

  I’d envisioned, so many times the last month, how this would go down. But this wasn’t one of them. I mean, the ending up in his bed part, yes. The how I got here, definitely not.

  His mouth was at my neck, my jaw, kissing me, sucking on my skin, making me squirm, making me forget everything but his strong arms, his hard body pressed against mine. I pulled off my glasses and put them on the table by the bed as his lips found mine. He kissed me like he was trying to break some kind of Guinness kissing record and rolled, covering me with his much larger body.

  “I thought you’d be mad at me for coming here,” I said, my face flaming hot with need and embarrassment as he tugged my sweater up. All the way up. It was bunched under my arms, exposing my bra.

  I made a little squeak as he tugged down the lace covering one of my breasts and it spilled out.

  He groaned and dipped his head, his mouth catching one of my nipples as he burrowed a hand between us and undid my jeans. He sucked my nipple harder and I gasped, bucking under him.

  This was more than we’d ever done. Grifter and I had made out, a lot. He’d felt me up over my clothes, but he’d gone slow with me. Jesse was used to girls who were more experienced, but he’d seemed okay with what we’d been doing.

  “Jesse?” Yes, I’d come here tonight to give myself to him, but something seemed off, was different. He was different.

  “Jesse…?”

  “You feel so good, baby.”

  Zaps shot through my belly, lower, at his growled-out words.

  He was moving fast, but it’s not like I was a virgin.

  I’d had sex with my ex, Jarod—we’d dated for six months—and okay, it had only been once, and looking back, I’m not sure it could even be classified as that since it lasted like five seconds. But it had happened, even if I’d been actively trying to scrub it from my mind ever since.

  What happened after, the things Jarod said, filled my mind, and my nerves started to get the better of me.

  Stop it.

  I’d let those memories of Jarod get in my head when I’d been seeing Jesse before. I wouldn’t let it happen again.

  No, Jesse would never make me feel the way Jarod had.

  Jesse kissed his way up my body, his mouth coming down on mine again, and he groaned against my lips, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

  His jean-covered thighs worked their way between mine, and he ground down, pressing into me.

  “So sexy,” he said and started rolling his hips. He did that for a while, rubbing against me. It felt…okay, I guess. The bed squeaked and shook as he dry humped, well, rutted, against my inner thigh. I wasn’t even getting the friction I needed anymore.

  “Um…Jesse…”

  His movements became agitated. “Fuck. Suck my dick…get me hard.”

  Um what?

  He rolled to his back, yanked the front of his jeans open, and pulled out his impressive but mainly flaccid penis. It slapped against his stomach. “Suck it.”

  I’d never really given anyone a blow job before. I’d had a penis in my mouth for like three seconds, again with my ex, but I’d barely wrapped my mouth around him and it’d been all over. And Jesse expected me to get him hard?

  I felt like an idiot. Not sure what to do. Embarrassed. I ki
nd of wanted to get off the bed and run away. But this was Jesse, and I wanted this to be perfect. So I climbed over him and scooted down a bit. Taking his soft dick in my hand, I licked the wrinkly skin, kissed it, kind of rubbing it a bit at the same time.

  I did this for a while, but nothing was happening. I was doing it wrong, and this was confirmed to me when Jesse pressed his hand to my forehead and pushed me away.

  “Forget it.”

  I blinked at him, startled, fighting back tears. “I’m s-sorry, I-I’ve never done this before. Just tell me what you need me to do—”

  A snore rolled out of him.

  “Jesse?”

  Nothing.

  I crawled up the bed and touched his face. Humiliation burned my cheeks. He was out cold. I’d put him to sleep sucking his dick.

  He muttered something, then rolled, covering me in the process and pinning me to the bed.

  I squirmed, tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. I stared up at the ceiling, mortified, heartbroken, unable to move under his weight. I would not cry.

  As soon as he rolled off me, I was out of there.

  Jesse

  My head thumped and my mouth felt like I’d been sucking on a sponge all night.

  I shifted.

  Shit, I was on top of someone. I vaguely remembered some chick coming into my room before I passed out.

  A familiar scent filled my head and I froze. I jerked back, looking down at the owner of the soft, rounded body beneath me.

  “The fuck?” I choked. “Lila?”

  She stared up at me with furious eyes, red-rimmed like she’d been crying, and shoved at my chest. I lifted up onto my hands and got an eyeful of her bare tit. Her sweater had been shoved up around her neck, her bra cup yanked down, revealing soft round flesh and a sweet rosy nipple.