Chasing Bad Boys 1_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

  “Awwww, yeaaaaah…” Helen groaned in his mouth, as her pussy slowly engulfed his large, stiff cock. Marcus smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass cheek, his fingers very close to her ass crack, as their tongues danced against each other. He brought his other hand to her ass and squeezed, as he began to push in and out. Feeling him in her depths, Helen dug her fingernails into his skin, as he trapped her lower lip between his teeth. He bit gently, grabbing her butt cheeks at the same time, as she held onto his neck. Too overwhelmed to keep up their kiss, Helen leaned back, exposing her breasts. Marcus wasted no time. Burying his face between them, he slapped her ass hard enough for her to feel it. Her loud moan of arousal resounded through the air, just before he stuck his tongue out. Running it across her chest, he massaged her ass, as she began to bounce up and down on his cock.

  “Right there, baby!” Helen groaned, as the tip of his tongue made contact with her hard, swollen nipple. “Lick it again!”

  “Fuck, yeah…” He grunted, his beard grazing her smooth skin, as he closed his lips around it. Loving the attention on her ass and her breasts, she could not even consider maintaining a slow pace. Tightening her grip on his body, she took him faster and deeper inside her, feeling her breasts swaying back and forth. A gentle bite on her nipple sent more waves of pleasure coursing through her, her moans audible over the slurping sound of his penetration. But, he didn’t allow her to control the action for much longer. Running his right hand up her body, Marcus stopped it at her hip and pulled her closer. He released her breast, tilting his head up to meet her lips. Helen’s mouth crashed against his, his breath heavy as he cupped her ass in both of his hands. Sinking his short fingernails into her delectable flesh, Marcus started thrusting into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

  “You’re going to make me come again…” She moaned into his mouth, her knuckles white with tension, as his deep, hard penetration sent her into ecstasy. Her ass cheeks wobbled with each thrust, as he kneaded them passionately, stimulating her even further, as she slid her hand up his neck. Helen grabbed a fistful of his hair, feeling his cock pulsing in her dripping wet pussy, as their moans filled the room. She moved her lips to his cheek and kissed him, before resting her head on his shoulder, as his balls slapped up against her. Completely overloaded and overtaken by sensation, Helen screamed out, as the deep, thick heat of orgasm formed in her body. Her juices rushed out of her and onto his cock, as orgasmic contractions rippled through her. A few, deep thrusts later, Marcus pulled out, his loud grunts audible over her subsiding moans. A string of semen shot from the tip of his cock and splattered on the floor, as he threw his head back, panting for breath.

  “Oh, God…” Helen gasped, kissing him on the shoulder, as she snuggled close. “That was so good.”

  “You’re a naughty girl.” Marcus teased.

  “I just go after what I want.” She purred, caressing the side of his neck. “Is that so bad?”

  “No.” He shook his head, lightly. Helen was about to speak again, when she caught a glimpse of something on his stomach, just below his chest. It was a faded tattoo. She couldn’t make out the letters, but she could see the two letters of each word: “S” and “F”.

  “What do those stand for?” She asked, bringing her gaze up to his face.

  “They’re army related.” His quick response and his somewhat angry look fueled her curiosity further.

  “What did it say?” Helen insisted, her voice sweeter.

  “Put your clothes back on.” Marcus grumbled, pushing her away from him, before he jumped from his seat.

  “I’m sorry, I…”

  “Don’t!” His powerful voice rumbled like thunder, as he quickly turned around to face her. “I said I don’t want to talk about it!”

  “I didn’t mean to…”

  “Get dressed.” He interrupted in a firm voice. “Forget this ever happened.”

  Helen could not force another word out of her throat. Shocked by his angry outburst, she watched as he picked his own clothes up from the floor. Sadly, for her, she had no choice but to comply and get dressed as well. In her confusion though, she realized that the man she had just had sex with held secrets and memories which still haunted him. Unfortunately for Helen, attempting to share Marcus’s secrets, to let him know he had someone to lean on, only made him shove her away.

  What’s gotten into you, Marcus? What happened to you in the army? It was just an innocent question. Nah, don’t fool yourself, Helen. Did you see the look in his eyes? He’s in pain. You may say anything you want, Marcus. But, I’m not done with you. Trust me; you and I will be seeing each other again very soon…”

  Chapter Eight

  Marcus dropped Helen off at her hotel and did not even say “goodnight” to her. Frustrated but also concerned about him, she could not find peace. His angry expression and his harsh words lingered in her mind. Helen hardly slept, recalling the faded tattoo.

  I wish I’d kept my big mouth shut. I’d still be in your arms if I had. Boy that felt good. You showed me a great time, Marcus: so driven, so passionate… stop thinking about it, Helen. Focus on the problem. But, what can I do? Guess? Ask him again? I know how that’s going to go; I don’t want to see that angry face again…

  The following morning, Helen decided to visit Michelle in her hotel room, eager to hear some feedback on the concert. More importantly, she was dying to confide in her good friend and ask for her help. Just when she was about to knock on her door however, she noticed that a draft of air was moving it outward. Helen pushed it open. Michelle was in the balcony, with a tablet in her hands and seemingly in high spirits.

  “Good morning.” Helen said, in a voice riddled with sadness, as she joined her friend. “Your front door was open.”

  “Oh, my God!” Michelle exclaimed, looking up at her. “How did it go last night? Did you get any sleep?”

  “Tell me about the concert first.” Helen sighed.

  “I was just going over some reviews. Most people loved it.” Michelle informed, with a broad smile on her face. “Some complained about me singing mostly ballads, but, the way I see it, everybody is always going to complain about something. You can’t please them all. Now you go.”

  “Great.” Helen gave a satisfied nod. “I’ve been going crazy since last night, Michelle. I don’t understand this guy.”

  “He didn’t…” Michelle faltered… “…hurt you or anything, did he?”

  “No.” Helen shook her head sideways. “He took me to this gorgeous beach house. He was good to me. He looked totally relaxed, up till I asked him why he hadn’t been invited to the wedding. He’d been in the army; James didn’t know where to find him. He didn’t want to talk about that. Anyway, we had sex, we cuddled a bit and then, I saw some faded ink on his stomach. I asked him what it was; he said it had to do with the military. I asked him again. That’s when he snapped. He doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

  “You mentioned a tattoo. What was it?” Michelle inquired.

  “A couple of initials: ‘S’ and ‘F’,” Helen replied, running her hand through her hair.

  “Oh, my God.” Michelle gave an amused snort.

  “What’s so funny?” Helen wondered, a hint of annoyance in her voice, as she furrowed her brow.

  “Semper Fidelis.” Michelle assumed a serious tone, as her smile vanished. “Semper Fi: Always loyal: He used to be a marine.”

  “How do you know about that?” Helen’s voice turned into a high-pitched squeal.

  “A cousin of mine’s in the Marines.” Michelle stated. “Many of them get that tattoo.”

  “Morning, girls.” James interjected, stepping onto the balcony, with a stack of newspapers in his grasp. “These are all.” He added, setting them down on the floor.

  “Reading those reviews can wait.” Michelle confessed, not taking her eyes off of Helen’s face. “Ask him.”

  “James, was Marcus in the Marines?” Helen waited with bated breath for his answer.

 
; “Yeah,” he said with a firm nod. “As a matter of fact, he was. He told me you guys had an argument last night.”

  “Not quite.” Helen disagreed. “He just freaked out on me. What is wrong with him, James? Why’s he acting like that every time someone mentions the army?”

  “Why do you have to know, girl?” James shrugged. “I mean, you just met him, not to mention you live three thousand miles away.”

  “You don’t want to tell me.” Helen complained, nodding at the same time. “Fine: Thanks for nothing.”

  “Watch your tongue, girl.” James reprimanded. “I never said I wouldn’t. But, here’s the thing. Marcus is my friend. I promised to keep his story between us.”

  “Pretty please?” Helen made her voice sound sweeter, as she leaned closer to him.

  “Let’s just say that he and I have a lot in common.” James used an emphatic tone.

  “Is he grumpy, too?” Michelle’s short question brought a small smile to Helen’s face. Yet, James did not feel the same about it.

  “Okay, let’s get a few things straight.” This time, he attempted a firm, commanding voice. “I’m not perfect. I am grumpy. I do overreact sometimes. I have a short temper, too. But, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to protect the ones closest to me: nothing at all.”

  “I’m sorry.” Michelle whispered, dropping her gaze from his intense stare.

  “Marcus has been betrayed, girl.” James lowered his tone, turning to Helen. “A lot worse than I have. I’m sorry; that’s all I can tell you. If you want to know more, you’re going to have to ask him about it.”

  “Worse…” Helen’s voice became a choked, pain-ridden whisper, as she lifted her hand to her lips. “Oh, my God.”

  “Pardon me for saying this, but…” Michelle paused. “He does sound messed up. Did he go to war?”

  “That’s the wrong question ask:” James commented. “He was a US marine. The correct question would be ‘how many times did he go to war?’ Anyway, I need to call Olivia. Excuse me.”

  After James left, the conversation continued. “I wish I were a hacker, just for a day.” Helen muttered, returning her gaze to Michelle.

  “I still don’t understand why you’re so interested in him.” Michelle stated, voicing her opinion. “I mean, let’s face it, Helen. James is right. We won’t be here that long. Why do you want to know more about him?”

  “I like him, okay?” Helen shrugged. “Is there anything wrong with that?”

  “We need to take your mind off of him.” A wicked smile spread across Michelle’s face. “I think a ‘girls night out’ would be just what the doctor prescribed. What do you say?”

  “Thanks, Michelle.” Helen finally smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

  Chapter Nine

  Michelle and Helen announced to James their plans for the night. He suggested they visited “Enrique’s”, a fancy Italian restaurant in Glendale, maintaining that Michelle would not attract attention in a much smaller city than Los Angeles. The young singer loved his idea. By no means did she want to sign autographs, on her first night out in the East Coast. Michelle simply needed to have some fun with her friend and, as welcome as her fans’ nice comments were, she didn’t desire to become the center of attention that night.

  The silverware sparkled under the ample chandelier light, as “Enrique’s” restaurant welcomed the two friends. It was rather empty, giving Michelle a chance to choose a table in the bottom left corner, as far from the glass façade as possible.

  “What an excellent choice.” Helen’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “We’ll be able to see each and every waiter coming out of the kitchen.”

  “I’m only doing this for you.” Michelle explained. “We’d take a risk sitting closer to that façade.”

  “Either way, thanks a lot for this.” Helen attempted a more mellow tone. “I needed to get out and this place looks fantastic. It smells pretty good, too.”

  “Please, don’t remind me about the smell.” Michelle requested. “I have to stay away from carbs.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Helen laughed. “We’re in an Italian restaurant and you’re not going to have pizza? Or pasta?”

  “Nope,” Michelle chirped. “I need to watch my diet.”

  “Don’t tell me you want to lose weight, too.” Helen said, leaning over her.

  “No. I like my curves.” Michelle winked at her. “I just don’t want them to get any bigger.”

  “I couldn’t care less.” Helen said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. “I’d be more careful if I was dating someone, but now? No, sir; bring on the pizza.”

  “Can you please stay away from the whole ‘dating’ topic?” Michelle’s second request puzzled her.

  “Why?” Helen asked, curiosity written all over her face.

  “Because: I can’t date anyone right now.” Michelle’s response was sharp. “I need to focus on my career.”

  “No food, no men…” Helen smirked. “Sounds like torture to me.”

  “Sometimes, it does feel like one.” Michelle admitted with a bitter smile on her face. At that moment, a waiter arrived at their table.

  “I’ll have the biggest, greasiest pizza you have on the menu.” Helen’s statement wiped the polite smile off his face, as Michelle bit her lower lip.

  “I’ll have a salad.” She requested, before putting her fingers over her mouth.

  “Coming right up,” he stated and gave them a firm nod.

  “Oh, my God!” Michelle burst out laughing, burying her forehead into her friend’s shoulder. “Did you see the look on his face?”

  “I eat a lot when I’m upset.” Helen confessed.

  “It’s good you’re not upset too often.” Michelle chuckled, leaning back, as her friend turned to her.

  “I’m sorry.” Helen said with a sigh. “I wish I could laugh, too, but I can’t. I just can’t.”

  “It’s alright.” Michelle assured, attempting a more serious tone. “But I’ll need you to do me a favor.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Back in Shandaken, I met this…” She paused, “… happy girl. She smiled at everybody; she had a great sense of humor and a big zest for life. Have you seen her anywhere; 5’7”, blonde hair, big boobs?”

  “She’s right here, Michelle.” Helen spoke in a lazy voice. “She just needs to get her mind off Marcus.”

  At that moment, the swinging door to the kitchen burst open. Michelle tore her gaze away from her friend, but, the sight that greeted her forced her to open her eyes wide.

  “That might be a little harder than she thought,” she whispered. “He’s here.”

  “Who: Marcus?” Helen squinted at her. “Where?”

  “Eleven o’clock.” Michelle replied. Helen glanced up, only to catch a glimpse of the door swinging.

  “This is not funny.” She grumbled.

  “I’m telling you, he’s right here.” Michelle insisted. “Why don’t you go in there and see for yourself?”

  Helen did not speak. Intrigued by her friend’s words and her obvious surprise, she rose from her seat. Her heart beat faster and faster, as she walked towards the door. Eager to discover whether Michelle was right or not, she burst through it. Her jaw dropped, as she laid eyes on one of the men in the kitchen. It was Marcus, and, to add to her surprise, he was the head chef.

  “Oh, shit…” he hummed. “Boys, give us the room.”

  “So…” Helen began, folding her arms across her chest, as the waiters walked out of the kitchen. “This is why James wanted us to come here. I swear to God, I’m going to kill him.”

  “He didn’t say you were coming,” Marcus maintained, sauntering towards her. “The waiter that took your order was pretty shocked. He said something like ‘this gorgeous blonde wants to devour our biggest pizza’. I got curious. Imagine how I felt when I saw he was talking about you.”

  “It can’t be worse than how I felt last night.” Helen stated firmly while glaring at him. “That’s not a way t
o treat a lady. You humiliated me. You made me feel like a cheap tramp. Goodnight.”

  Helen tried to turn around, but, as she did, she felt his firm grip on her wrist.

  “Let go of me!” She said through gritted teeth.

  “I’m sorry about last night.” He whispered calmly, as he leaned closer to her, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Really? You think?” Helen’s voice was reeking with sarcasm.

  “You don’t understand me.” Marcus uttered, loosening his grip. “I don’t expect you to, anyway.”

  “Why don’t you help me understand?” She said in a voice filled with frustration. “One minute, we were having sex and then you wanted me to forget we ever met?”

  “Look, I can show you.” He put a little force in his baritone. “But, before I do, you have to promise me something.”

  “I’m listening.” She nodded.

  “Promise that you’ll stay away from me.” Marcus said in a stiff voice, furrowing his brow at her. “It’s for your own good.”

  “You’re scaring me.” Helen whispered.

  “Promise me.” He urged, intensifying his stare. In an instant, she found herself in a difficult position. Helen was extremely curious to know why he had treated her so badly, but his request puzzled her. At the same time though, she couldn’t deny that knowing would give her closure.

  “I promise.” She mumbled. Simply nodding to her, Marcus took her by the hand and headed towards the service door in the upper right corner. Seconds later, the two of them were outside, making their way down the stairs that led to a basement. By that time, Helen’s curiosity had peaked; her heart was racing and she was sweating badly. Marcus unlocked the door and pushed it open, before pressing a light switch on the wall. There were articles from newspapers pinned on the wall across from them. One of them stood out. The headline read: