Bad for You Read Online J. Daniels (Dirty Deeds #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Deeds Series by J. Daniels
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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“Do you think they still belong there?” I asked.

Sean paused, then peered up at me when I leaned back to see him. “Don’t know,” he answered.

My heart stopped and startled to a pace again.

“Before…yeah, I did,” he continued. “Met Val. Started thinking different. She was good to me. Good for me. I didn’t deserve her.”

“Yes you did,” I cut in.

Sean’s eyes lowered to a spot on my neck. “I was in the dark all the time, then she followed me in and got me out. I had her light. Had it tenfold when I was given my girls. I still fucked up, but I had them so it didn’t matter. I slowly got a lot of those words covered but not all ’cause I couldn’t. I’d still hear that bitch telling me I was nothin’. I heard it all the time. Then I fucked up all that good I had and lost it. Went back to knowin’ I ain’t ever gonna deserve another decent thing again, ’til you were in my ear and filling my head with shit.” He looked up at me. “I still hear her telling me I’m nothin’, but I hear you, and you’re fuckin’ loud. I don’t know what I deserve anymore. I got my girls. I keep catchin’ breaks. I don’t fuckin’ get it. I just know I don’t wanna be nothin’.” Tears filled his eyes again. “I’m so fuckin’ sick of bein’ nothin’, Shayla.”

“You’re not nothing,” I said, pulling him into a hug. His tears wet my chest. “You’re not nothing, Sean. Not even close.”

“Don’t quit talkin’ to me,” he begged.

“I won’t. Ever.”

“I want you fillin’ my head. I want it so fuckin’ bad.”

God, his pain—it became my own—I felt it. And I knew I’d feel it for as long as he did.

“You’ll never feel alone again. I promise,” I whispered.

His whole body shook.

Sean clung to me while I stroked his back and pressed kisses to his neck and shoulder. I spoke soothing words against his skin and into his ear.

I’d never been held so tight.

Eventually, we slid down and lay side by side on his pillow, watching each other.

Sean’s eyes stayed red, but his tears were gone now. I studied his face while he seemed to study every inch of me. He stared like he couldn’t believe I was real and here, beside him. We touched and we kissed like we’d done after sex. I asked him to tell me more about his girls, and he lit up. We talked for hours. The steaks and chips went forgotten.

After I showed him the other words I’d written, we dozed off, and I woke with his hands lightly stroking me.

I expected another repeat of chaos and hard kisses after the flirting, and because we’d come together so savagely before, but his touch was feather soft on my breasts and the flare of my hips. Even when Sean nuzzled his mouth between my legs and I bowed off the bed, he was gentle with his tongue.

But I couldn’t be tender or quiet. I couldn’t contain the cry that tore out of my throat when I came with my hands in his hair and my heels digging into his back. And when I crawled over his legs and explored him with my mouth and hands with determination to spend hours touching Sean until I knew his body better than he did, I took my time.

I stretched every second.

When I tasted cum, Sean gave up his restraint and pumped into my mouth. We both moaned when he coated the back of my throat. I swallowed and lapped at his cock, then I gazed up at him and smiled.

He looked delirious with pleasure, and nowhere near his fill.

Our noises filled the house after that.

Sweating, breathless, we panted beside each other on Sean’s bare mattress. The fabric itched my back. I had no idea where the sheet had gone.

I became irritated with myself. If anyone deserved proper bedding, it was Sean.

“Get dressed,” I told him, sitting up and searching the floor for my clothes.

“Why?”

“We’re going to Target.” I looked back at him.

He was pushed up on his elbows, brow furrowed, his cock softening on his thigh. He looked edible as fuck.

Putting on clothes was a challenge, but I managed.

Sean held onto that perplexed expression until I made a beeline for the home section at Target with my cart and stocked up on bedding supplies for his and the girls’ bedrooms.

Later that night, we made love on satin sheets.

Sean was amazing on a floor and a bare mattress. But on high-quality fabric, he was magical.

“Fi! Straighten your legs, baby! Why are you standing like a flamingo?”

I giggled as Val struggled to get Fiona into her tights.

The girls’ recital was tonight, and they’d shown up at my apartment roughly thirty minutes ago to get ready.


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