BARE SKIN: A Dark Bad Boy Romance Page 3

  “That’s not what I’m talking about, Alyssa.” My baby sister looked up at me with those doe eyes and she about broke my heart. I saw in them something that was broken. And it wasn’t just her failing heart. “I mean, it’s time to leave. For good.”

  I blinked.

  Time to leave. For good.

  The words worked themselves through the wheels in my brain, but I couldn’t seem to make heads or tails of them. There was nothing there that churned out a polite, to the point report about what kind of craziness my sister was talking about. She couldn’t leave; she wasn’t better yet.

  Katy seemed to understand my confusion, because she smiled at me. It was tired and sad, full of pity not for herself but for me. I hated it. No sixteen-year-old should look at someone like that. “I’ll never get that transplant. Even if they find a match in time, there’s no way that we’ll be able to afford it. If I’m going to—” She swallowed and when she spoke again, her voice trembled. “If I’m going to die, then I’d rather do it at home.”

  My body went rigid, my spine straightening until I felt tall enough to hit the ceiling. “You’ll do no such thing. No dying and certainly no leaving the hospital. I don’t know where you got this crazy idea into your head, but—”

  “We don’t have the money!” Alyssa exploded. Almost instantly, the explosion was over. Her hand went to her chest, holding the spot above where her heart was.

  I ignored the movement, because there wasn’t anything I could do. She experienced chest pains regularly and Katy knew enough now to press the button if she couldn’t handle it.

  After a moment, it seemed to pass. I forced myself to calm down, though my tone was still firm as I told her, “You let me worry about the money. I need a little time, but I… I’ve found a way to pay for it.”

  Okay, more like I had an idea about how to pay for it, maybe, if everything panned out.

  But as soon as the words left my mouth, Katy’s head jerked up and her wide eyes fixed themselves on me. They were filled with skepticism, but hope, too. Lots of hope. Which told me all that I needed to know: My sister hadn’t given up completely. Not yet.

  “What? How? Where are you going to get a million dollars?”

  I swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Just trust me.”

  That hopeful expression on her face turned to splotchy red rage almost instantly. She folded her arms across her small chest and glared at me. “I knew it! Same was right, this is you!”

  I blinked. “What?”

  Katy reached behind her pillow to dig out a magazine. It wasn’t one of the hospital ones, but rather an alternative one with a buxom tattooed woman on the cover. She was scantily clad in leather and her skin was riddled with tattoos, some beautiful, some almost grotesque. It didn’t look like the sort of thing I usually read, but the title was familiar…

  It clicked just as Katy flipped through the pages, landing on an ad laced between two articles.

  “This!” she said, shoving the magazine toward me. “This is you!”

  23-year-old blonde female seeking man to take her virginity. Those unable to pay for the pleasure need not apply.

  I said nothing, because she was right. It was me. I was going to follow through with it, I just hadn’t expected Katy to get ahold of the magazine. I hadn’t even thought about Sam, though. She was into those alternative lifestyle magazines. Silently, I cursed my only friend for warning my little sister. It was none of her damn business.

  “I won’t let you do this,” Katy announced, sitting up a little straighter. She threw the magazine down in front of her on the bed, clearly meaning her words. “Not for me. Not for this.”

  My eyes narrowed at her. “You don’t get to make that decision,” I told her firmly. “I’m your big sister. It’s my job.”

  “Your job?” she asked incredulously. “Are you out of your mind? Since when did prostitution become your job? And that’s what this is. You know that, right?”

  I waved away the prostitution comment, because it made my stomach churn. It wasn’t like I was stupid. Of course I knew what this was. I was selling sex. It didn’t matter if it was the first time I would have sex or not. Prostitution was prostitution and if I got caught… I shuddered at the consequences. But was it any worse than being stuck at a diner that didn’t pay me anything close to a living wage? All the while knowing that my sister was going to die if I didn’t come up with a boatload of cash in a very short amount of time?

  No, I didn’t think so. At least this job would pay me worthwhile. Even if they only offered a thousand dollars, that was still a thousand more than I had. And more than I would have for only a little work.

  At least, I think it’s only a little work.

  I hadn’t had a lot of time yet to really think about the act involved with my little scheme. With absolutely no experience in the area, I knew things could go bad. Very bad. But I also knew that it couldn’t last all that long. Guys didn’t have that kind of stamina.

  Right?

  Clearing my throat, I tried to keep my voice calm and breezy. “It’s not like my virginity means anything,” I told her. Her jaw dropped as I spoke, but I kept going. “It’s my body and I can do whatever I want with it. My virginity is just causing a bunch of problems anyway.”

  I was thinking of Brandon, the bastard. How he kept pushing, even though I wasn’t ready. Even though I didn’t want to.

  What a dick.

  “Once I get rid of it, I won’t have to worry about it anymore and I’ll have the money to pay for your operation. It’s win-win.”

  Okay, that might have been a broad view of my plan, but if I was upbeat about it, maybe my stomach would stop behaving as though I’d swallowed a dozen or so spiders. The truth was, I was terrified of meeting some stranger and giving it up to him. But I had also meant what I said: I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. I wouldn’t have to be nervous after this one time and everything could go back to normal right after.

  “Please,” Katy pleaded. Her voice was small, wispy. “Don’t do this.”

  I stared at my sister. She looked so… sad. Heartbroken. In my initial planning, I’d never intended to tell her about this. I would just appear in the hospital with a ton of money and tell her that some anonymous donor had heard her story. They’d donated the funds to pay for her operation and she would be so happy that she wouldn’t ask questions.

  Obviously that plan had been blown out of the water.

  It wasn’t that I thought what I was doing was wrong. I really believed that a woman had a right to do as she pleased with her body, but I also understood that it was complicated. Sex could have consequences. I wasn’t worried about pregnancy and would make sure that whoever I ended up with was tested. But I knew that there were chemicals released when you slept with someone for the first time. Some people said it was the very basis of love.

  What if that happened to me? Or to him, but not me? Either way, it could be disastrous. It made me nervous. But strangely enough, the idea of selling my virginity didn’t inspire that same nervousness. It would really be just a business transaction. Just one that would change my whole life—and Katy’s.

  How could I not do this for her?

  But I knew that look on her face wouldn’t go away so long as she knew what I was going to do. So I took the only way out: I lied.

  Taking a deep breath, I looked away at the door and let it out. Then I nodded. “Okay. I’ll make you a deal.” I peeked at my sister to make sure she was listening. She was. “I won’t sell my virginity. But only if you promise me that you won’t give up yet. Stay in the hospital.”

  “What about the money?”

  I shook my head, then put my hand on her knee. “I’ll figure that out, but you don’t get to quit.”

  Katy considered my offer for a long time. I could tell that she didn’t believe I could get the money— and if I were telling the truth, she’d be right. But she didn’t know that.

  Finally, she nodded. “Okay. Deal.” She smile
d a little and I saw her lie, too. She was agreeing only because she didn’t believe she had much longer. She thought she’d be dead so soon that it wouldn’t matter if she was in the hospital or not. That knowledge broke my damn heart.

  I spent several more hours with Katy, not talking about anything really. When I had to leave, I kissed her forehead and promised I’d be back soon. As I closed the door on her, she was already passed out on her bed.

  # # #

  The first thing I did when I got home was check my emails. My deal with Katy had had the exact opposite effect of what she’d wanted. I was more determined than ever to save my sister, no matter what.

  I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had a solid dozen emails in response to my ad. I went through about half of them in only two minutes, quickly writing them off as too crazy or too dangerous. The ones that were left, I took a little longer on. Some included pictures from the get-go, others asked for mine. A lot of them were from older men that could have been my father, maybe even grandfather.

  The thought made me shudder a little. Definitely not what I preferred.

  Of course, they’ll probably have the money to actually pay you, I thought. It didn’t exactly lift my spirits.

  I was about to cave and accept that I was going to do it with a senior citizen when I came to the last email. It was brief, concise, but not necessarily rude.

  Dear Miss,

  Name your price and I’ll pay it. And I’ll pay more for the chance to tattoo your body. I promise it won’t be something you regret.

  If it sounds like something you’re willing to do, please respond with pictures of your nude body. I need to know what I’m buying before confirming any transactions.

  Sketch.

  Sketch was the only name he gave and there was a picture, but it was missing his face. Instead, it showed a hard, hot body with cut muscles and tattoos spiraling over them. I felt a shiver of desire run through me for the first time in a long while. Maybe it wasn’t really him. Maybe that was the only part of him that was good looking.

  But it was enough that I gave his request some serious thought. A tattoo? I’d never gotten one before, but then I’d never had sex before either. I decided that I would send him an email back, one with my price, and if he agreed… Well, then I’d have to take some creative pictures.

  The email said only “one million” in it. I wasn’t expecting a reply again that night, but I received one within the hour. This one was as short as the one I sent.

  Done. Pictures?

  I stared. It wasn’t possible. In all my wildest dreams—

  But it just wasn’t possible.

  I had dared to hope that I would make enough that this would all be worth it. I had dared to hope for twenty thousand dollars, maybe thirty if I was lucky. Enough for a down payment to the hospital. Enough to keep me afloat. But I had never dreamed that one reckless night would cover everything.

  It took me a while before I could move again. I sat there just staring at my computer screen until it went black, then I quickly moved the mouse in a panic, like I was scared I’d imagined the whole thing. But it was still there. He had agreed to one million dollars for my virginity and a tattoo.

  Swallowing heavily, I looked at the only other word. Pictures.

  I was shaking as I brought up the webcam on my computer. And that shaking didn’t stop as I angled it so that it could see me when I stood. Nor did it stop as I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I kicked off my pants next, then hesitated. Even in the privacy of my own apartment, I felt nervous doing this.

  It’s just a picture. This guy’s going to see you naked anyway, remember?

  Nodding to myself, I unclipped my bra and dropped it, then shimmied out of my panties. I stood completely naked in front of the webcam. I could see my own heavy breasts on the screen and my wide hips. There was that tiny gap at the top of my thighs where the light from the kitchen shone through, making my body a silhouette. I turned a few lights on and off until my body was actually visible in the camera. I was about to snap a picture when I thought about what he’d done. Left out his face.

  I angled the camera again, then set a timer for it. Three seconds later, I took my first nudes. I did a few more, then went through them to find the best one. I chose one where I was slightly off to the side, emphasizing both my curves and my smaller waist.

  With trembling fingers, I attached the photo to a reply email… then I hit send.

  No going back now.

  I was about to get up and find something to wear to bed, when I got a response. I hadn’t been expecting one so quickly, but hoped it was… good.

  I’ll pay more money – whatever price you’d like – for one additional thing: A weekend together.

  Chapter Four

  Jude

  I stared at the pictures as I received the next response. She had a beautiful body. Not so skinny that she was flat, without the womanly curves that made everything in the bedroom so much more fun. But she wasn’t heavy either. Just built like she was made for sex. I had a hard time believing that she hadn’t indulged in that particular sin just yet.

  Maybe this is all a sham.

  I thought about it. It was a lot of money to spend on someone who wasn’t as advertised. Still, she was also an incredibly beautiful woman. And from what I could tell, there wasn’t a damn mark on her.

  My eyes trailed over her soft curves. Her breasts were slightly larger than average and her nipples, in the picture, were hard. And a nice dusky pink. I followed the line of that lovely tit, the slow curve beneath, and trailed down her cinched waist to her flared hips. I stared at where her thigh lifted up ever so slightly, hiding her pussy.

  And fuck, I wanted to see that.

  My body was already responding to her. My cock was growing hard in my pants and I hadn’t even see her face yet. Or her snatch. I wanted to see that desperately. Was she shaved or just trim? What did her lips look like? I was willing to bet they were the same dusky pink color as her nipples. Was she wet in the picture? I wondered how she took care of herself if she didn’t have sex. Her fingers? A toy, maybe?

  And with that came the onslaught of images. Thick leather straps wrapped around that tight little body of hers, pushing her breasts together, hooked up to a collar at her neck. Maybe she’d like some open-crotch panties, too. Then I could take her whenever I—

  I shook my head to clear it of the hazy thoughts.

  This is dangerous, a voice in the back of my head whispered, but I pushed it aside.

  I knew what I was doing. I’d decided that this was the opportunity I was waiting for. A second chance. I would be good to this woman. Show her what I liked and awaken what she liked. Maybe she’d even be semi-permanent.

  Doing my best to not get ahead of myself—a losing battle if ever there was one—I went back to my emails and saw that I had a response. She’d agreed to the terms and set some of her own.

  She wanted another half a million for the whole weekend. My dick had already decided we’d pay. And she wanted half up front.

  Can’t argue with that, I thought. It’s just good business.

  I quickly agreed and asked for her number so we could text and correspond before meeting. This one took a little longer, but eventually I received an email with that, too. I tried it out immediately.

  Beautiful.

  A second later, she texted back, Me?

  Unless someone else was in the picture.

  There was a long pause, then, No, that was me. And you?

  What about me?

  Was that you in the picture?

  I grinned a little. I thought the shot of my abs might prove a little more enticing. Not that the money wasn’t.

  Yes, I responded. We should discuss the terms.

  It was a while before the woman finally answered and I was half nervous for just a second that she’d reconsidered the whole thing. But then my phone buzzed.

  It’s late. I have work tomorrow, but text me the details. I
’ll respond when I can.

  I sent a quick okay, then I asked one last question. What’s your name?

  Alyssa.

  I licked my lips as I set the phone down. Leaning back in my chair, I put together the few details I had of her. Her wicked body, smooth and shaped just right. Her name. Sweet, normal, promising. I wondered where she worked. A strip club? With that body, it wouldn’t surprise me, but she didn’t seem like a stripper type. There wouldn’t have been this much hesitation about sleeping with me – and she wouldn’t be a virgin. I knew the difference between a stripper and a prostitute, but if you were okay with one, you were generally fine with the other, too. And what woman was okay with taking off her clothes for a living, but was a prude when it came to sex?