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  WILD BOYS

  —Heath—

  Everything’s naughtier after dark…

  Book Two

  After Dark Series

  Melissa Foster

  This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

  WILD BOYS, HEATH (After Dark, Book Two)

  All Rights Reserved.

  Copyright © 2015 Melissa Foster

  V1.0

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  Cover Design: Elizabeth Mackey

  EVERAFTER ROMANCE

  PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

  A Note to Readers

  If this is your first Melissa Foster book, be warned that my fans have been asking for a darker, sexier version of The Bradens, and I’m proud to bring you the After Dark series, written in the same raw, emotional voice as The Bradens and my other romance series. However, please be warned that the language in the After Dark books is naughtier than in my other novels, and the heat level has amped up quite a bit. You have a whole series of loyal, sexy, and wickedly naughty heroes and sexy, sassy heroines to catch up on with my Love in Bloom series (Snow Sisters, The Bradens, The Remingtons, Seaside Summers, and The Ryders), as well as several other hot heroes and heroines. The characters from each series make appearances in future books.

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  For Les

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Jackson Excerpt - Chapter One

  BOOK LIST

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  FUCKING PERFECT. THOSE words played over and over in Dr. Heath Wild’s mind as he thrust his tongue deeper into the receptive mouth of the sexy woman who was grinding her hips against his cock in the elevator of the Gray Mountain Lodge. He buried his hands in her hair and gave a less-than-gentle tug, testing the woman’s boundaries. The sexy moan that followed was all the green light he needed to press her up against the wall and pin her wrists above her head with one large, capable hand, while thrusting his other beneath her little black dress and into her—thong, hot damn—beneath. He didn’t waste any time finding his way inside this beautiful, willing creature. Her head tipped back, and he claimed her neck, sucking as he fingered her hot, wet center.

  “Oh God. Yes. Right there,” she panted.

  Acutely aware that the elevator was about to reach the sixth floor, he circled his thumb over her swollen clit as he claimed her mouth in another ravishing kiss. She clawed at his dress shirt, making sounds that had him picturing her spread-eagle on his bed, arms restrained, with his face buried between her legs.

  “Ah. Fuck.” She dug her hands into his thick hair as the orgasm gripped her—and the elevator chimed.

  Heath casually fixed her dress, unhurried by the elevator doors sliding open. He drank in her flushed cheeks, the light sheen of sweat on her upper lip that he wanted to lick off, and her full, heaving breasts.

  “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he said in a gravelly voice. He wanted more, and he was about to get it.

  ***

  ALLYSON JENNER TRIED to act nonchalant as she passed an elderly couple in the hallway on the way to her room, hoping they didn’t smell sex wafting around her and the incredibly hot guy she was with. She lifted her chin as she unlocked the door, acting as if her hands weren’t shaking, like she did this type of thing every day, as the mind-blowing kisser she was about to fuck obviously did. She might not do it every day, but she wasn’t a stranger to hooking up with random guys, either. She enjoyed sex the way others might enjoy an occasional swim in the ocean: reveling in the shocking experience at first, then giving in to the exquisite pleasures, and finally, when she was satiated, going back to her normal life feeling rejuvenated for the next few months.

  The door clicked shut, and the sound of the dead bolt sliding into place brought her back to the handsome man licking his lips. His piercing blue eyes raked over her body, lingering on her breasts. The edges of his mouth quirked up as he loosened his tie and cracked his neck to either side. Her nerves prickled. This was the moment she had to push past—the urge to flee from fear of the unknown. What if he was a psychopath? What if the staff found her bloodied body in the bathroom tomorrow morning? She’d watched him all afternoon at the medical conference downstairs. She hadn’t missed that, while she’d been sizing him up, he’d been stalking her like prey, and it had turned her on before he’d even bought her a drink after the conference. She really should have gotten his name. What had she been thinking?

  She knew exactly what she’d been thinking, because the thought had only grown more intense with every passing minute. She wanted to feel his powerful body above her, his arms around her, and the enormous cock bulging beneath his zipper and outlined by his dress pants inside her.

  He clutched her hips and tugged her against his expensive suit, taking her in another mind-numbing kiss. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to get to the smattering of chest hair she’d seen peeking out of the top. She could feel the strength of him in his kiss, in his grip, in the rock wall behind her hands. He was easily six two or six three. She was five five, maybe five eight in her heels, and he—what’s his name?—still had several inches on her.

  “What’s your name?” she asked between kisses.

  “Heath.”

  Heath. She liked that. Smooth and hot, like him. She’d always loved a man’s man. A man who made her feel feminine but didn’t treat her like she was a delicate flower. A man who took what he wanted but still made her feel special, and this guy had stroked her hand, not her thigh, when they were in the bar. His eyes read, I’m going to fuck you hard, but his actions told her he knew how to respect and pleasure a woman. Crazy, she knew, because how much could he respect a stranger he was about to fuck? But if he’d put his hand on her thigh in public, it would have sent a completely different message.

  “Ally,” she offered.

  The edges of his mouth curled up, but his eyes turned midnight dark as he tore her dress over her head, tossed it on the chair, and pulled her against him again.

  “I cannot wait to get my mouth on you, Ally. To taste your come and feel you shatter against my tongue.”

  Her insides caught fire. If he could make her come with his fingers in less than a minute, she could only imagine what he could do with that viperous tongue of his.

  Breathe, Ally. Be patient.

  He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip and ground his hips against hers, sending patient out the window.

  “I want to feel
your luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”

  His voice was liquid lust, and it was all she could do to whisper, “Yes.”

  She clawed at his shirt, the button of his trousers, his tie, desperate for him to fulfill his promise. He grabbed her wrists and trapped them by her hips.

  “You in a hurry?” He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked.

  Yes. I want you inside me. “No.” She squeezed her thighs together to try to satiate the longing between her legs. Every suck and stroke of his tongue made her nipples harder—if that was even possible. Good Lord, he was going to make her come again without even touching her below the waist.

  He stepped back, assessing her body with those lust-filled eyes again, pinning her in place as they slowly dragged over her.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Ally.” Her name slid off his tongue like a sensual promise. He took his time stripping off his trousers and dress shirt, leaving his tie loose around his neck and his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs covering his enormous erection.

  Heat thrummed through her at his casual striptease.

  “Heath what?” The question was driven by nerves.

  His confidence was titillating, the way he languidly laid his dress shirt over the back of the chair, then did the same with his pants. He stopped mid-move, pulled his shoulders back, and eyed her skeptically. In the space of a breath, Ally drank in his five-o’clock shadow, which gave him an edgy aura. His skin pulled taut over his handsome, squarish face and strong jaw. He had full lips, and his mouth was slightly small—though she already knew it gave great pleasure. He turned, squaring his broad shoulders, and her eyes dipped south, to the perfect planes of flesh before her.

  “I’m not looking for anything more than tonight, Ally. No last names, no talk of what we do for a living. Just a night of intense pleasure. Are you okay with that?” He lowered his chin, and his eyes implored her to answer.

  “Yes,” she said with confidence. That’s what she’d been assuming anyway. Nothing new there, but hearing the words made her feel a little…something. Cheap? No. Definitely not. They brought a rush that was even more powerful, more enjoyable.

  His cock twitched beneath his briefs as he stepped closer, leaving only a sliver of space between them. She raised her eyes and met his hungry gaze, unable to stop thinking about the tie dangling from his neck.

  “Good, because while I would leave you, I really don’t want to miss out on experiencing you.” He paused long enough for that suggestion to sink in. “I’d really like to tell you to get on your knees so I can see those luscious lips sucking my cock, but I’m a gentleman.” He ran his knuckle down her cheek.

  She closed her eyes with the intimate touch. Her knees were about to give out when he put his hands on her waist, and she opened her eyes.

  “You still with me?” He stepped in closer, rubbing his cock against her thigh.

  She nodded, swallowing hard against the urge to—God, she didn’t even know what. Kiss him, suck him? Lick those incredible abs?

  He lifted his chin toward the bed and raised his dark brows, then pressed a hand to her lower back. He guided her to the bed and came down over her, wasting no time in possessing her mouth again with his eager tongue. He fisted his hands in her hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, a scintillating mix of pleasure and pain. She rocked her hips against his hard length and he returned the movement, creating delicious heat and friction between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more, needing more, as his mouth found her neck again. Oh God—her neck. He released one hand, keeping the other hand fisted in her hair and holding her in place, he slid his fingers inside her thong again and he stroked her wet folds. With a tug of her hair, he wrenched her neck back as he buried his fingers deep inside her, stroking her into a furor of need. She writhed beneath him as his mouth wreaked havoc with her brain, licking and sucking his way over her collarbone to her breast. He teased her through her bra, then bit down, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through her. Her eyes slammed shut.

  “Come for me, Ally.”

  He bit down again and she cried out as her body spiraled out of control. Her hips rose off the mattress, and light exploded behind her eyes as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced tore through her.

  “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking wet.”

  He buried his tongue in her mouth again. She couldn’t breathe, still trying to recover from the orgasm that hadn’t yet fully eased. He breathed air into her lungs, and when he withdrew his fingers from inside her, she whimpered with need.

  He stroked himself through his briefs, once, twice, along his hard length, making her salivate for it. For him. His eyes narrowed as he met her gaze.

  “Fuck, Ally. That was incredibly sexy.”

  He stroked himself again, then came down over her and kissed her softly. It was a kiss of lovers, not strangers, and she found herself getting lost in it. In him. He smelled of leather, spice, and sex, and she rocked into him again, needing more of him.

  He bit her lower lip and pulled gently as their mouths parted. Then he dragged the finger that had been inside her over the tender spot. Her scent, her taste, lingered on her lips. When his tongue swept over the same path, she nearly came again from the dirtiness of it all. Her mind was foggy with desire, and when he slid the tie from around his neck and looked down at her, she had a fleeting thought that maybe she should be scared. He might choke her. She didn’t even know his last name, after all. But she wasn’t scared. She was fucking turned on.

  “May I?” he asked.

  She trapped her lower lip between her teeth and nodded, having no idea what he was thinking.

  He smiled. “Have you done this before?”

  “No, but I haven’t been to Coney Island or a zoo either, and I know I’d love them.”

  “You just got impossibly sexier.” He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm, then ran his tongue up the center.

  She shivered as he wrapped the silk around her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Okay?” he asked in a tender tone riding on restrained desire.

  She nodded again, unable to find her voice. She’d never been tied up before, but she’d thought about it. A lot. He lifted her hand over her head and then reached for the other, raising his brows in question.

  Her mouth went dry as she nodded. The kindness of ensuring her agreement and his careful movements, partnered with the kinky desires, made him all the more alluring as he wound the silk around her other wrist and bound them together. His breathing came harder as he placed her bound hands on the pillow above her head, then sealed his lips over hers again. She lifted her hands, wanting to touch him, and he pushed them gently down to the bed and pulled away from the kiss.

  Come back.

  “Want it off?” He eyed her bound wrists.

  “No,” she whispered. “I just wanted to touch you.” The desire in her voice was so thick she could practically taste it.

  “Oh, you will. Trust me, you will.”

  He slithered down her body. His big hands cupped her breasts as he tasted the cleavage between, and groaned. It was a guttural, sexy groan that sent shivers through her body and a rise of goose bumps over her skin.

  “You have incredibly gorgeous breasts.”

  Ally closed her eyes, soaking in the sensuality in his voice. He unhooked the front clasp of her bra and pushed the cups aside, then lowered his mouth and teased her taut nipple. Her body vibrated with need, building, burning inside her. The ache for more was too great. She couldn’t stop the plea from coming.

  “Suck it,” she urged.

  He groaned as he sucked first one nipple—hard—then the other, moving between them in the same glorious rhythm as his cock pressing against her sex.

  “Yes, harder.” She arched against his mouth as he grazed her nipple with his teeth. Her entire body pulsed with fire as he took her over the edge again.

  Before she came down from the orgasm, he kissed his
way down her belly and tore off her panties. He used his mouth, prolonging her pleasure and leading her to another incredible climax.

  Straddling her hips, he took her in a rough kiss that sent every nerve ending to the surface. The taste of her was still fresh on his mouth as he cupped her cheeks and touched his forehead to hers.

  “I want to fuck your mouth,” he whispered.

  “Yes. Do it.” She couldn’t wait to taste him.

  He reached for the bindings on her wrists, and she shocked herself when she said, “Leave them.”

  His eyes widened, then narrowed as he stepped from the bed and stripped off his boxers. His cock was thicker than she’d imagined, long and beautiful. He came up on the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms.

  “You’ve got to put your arms down or you’ll hurt tomorrow.” He lowered her arms, brushing his thumbs over her bound hands as he gently placed them in front of her, then propped up pillows behind her and lifted her into a reclining position. “You okay?” he asked.

  His thoughtfulness only warmed her toward him. She nodded as he straddled her and stroked his hard length, inches in front of her mouth. She licked her lips, leaning toward him as he pressed his hips forward. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive glans, then lapped at the bead on the tip. He moaned and pressed his hands flat against the headboard, moving in closer, his knees straddling her waist, allowing her to lean back against the pillows as he moved in and out of her mouth in a slow, taunting pace.

  “More,” she said around the thick head of his erection, and opened her mouth wider.

  He thrust in deep, meeting the back of her throat. She bobbed forward and back, lifting her bound hands to cradle his sac.

  “Aw, fuck, Ally.” His muscles flexed all over his body as she sucked and teased and felt him swell impossibly thicker in her mouth.