Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 1)

by Kylie Parker

  But, Marcus soon made it clear to her that he had very different plans. He gave her a sexy smile, sitting down on his knees in front of her. Bending his head down towards her right calf, he closed his eyes and planted a short kiss on her skin. His wet lips sent sweet tingles between her thighs. Helen watched with faint impatience, as he slowly made his way up, keeping his hands to himself. As much as she desired to feel them on her, she would not speak, fearing that it could ruin whatever he had in mind. Marcus’s lips reached her knee. Tentatively kissing it, he reached up. His hand landed on her lower stomach. He squeezed her flesh first and then ran his fingers across her body, sticking his tongue out. The feel of the moist tip forced a pleasurable sigh out of her, as his tongue collected tiny drops of water from her thigh. Caressing her hip, he laid one more kiss at the top of her leg. Helen’s breath became heavier, as his mouth went very close to the crook between her leg and her pussy. Marcus’s kiss on her groin made her bend her knees slightly. His beard scratched her sensitive skin, as he made his way down. Helen put her right hand on his head, eager to feel his mouth on her pussy. She pressed him onto her, as his lips stopped half an inch away from her entrance.

  “Not yet.” Marcus said, his voice raspy, stroking her hip, as he stuck his tongue out. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a lustful moan, as his tongue began to draw a tantalizing circle around her pussy. He reached up his left arm and grabbed her other hip, sliding his right hand down her leg.

  “Awww, yeah!” Helen groaned, bending her knees more, as the underneath of his tongue brushed her clit. But even then, Marcus did not touch it any further. He preferred to complete the circle, laying a soft kiss at her entrance, as he grazed his fingers down her thigh. Helen looked down at him, her legs trembling as he nipped his way up her body. Sliding his hand up her left inner thigh, he flicked his tongue into her bellybutton, as she massaged the top of his head. She lifted her other hand to cup his shoulder, as his mouth got closer and closer to her big, luscious breasts. Releasing her thigh and her hip, he buried his face between them, licking her skin, as she squeezed his firm flesh. Marcus moved his mouth to her left breast, cupping them in both of his hands. Helen felt his large, stiff cock on her stomach, pulling him close, as she slid her hand down his back.

  “Yeeees… Awww, yeah, baby!” She moaned, as his lips closed around her swollen nipple. Flicking his tongue over it, Marcus squeezed her other breast, sending waves of unrelenting pleasure coursing through her, as Helen ran her fingers through his hair. He pinched her nipple lightly, sucking on her breast, his hot breath on her skin causing her body to shiver in desire, as she tilted her head back. Helen sank her fingernails into his flesh, feeling his tongue swirling around her nipple, as he massaged her breast. Her insides were burning. His sensual moves had made her long for him more than ever. Marcus had been teasing her, paying attention to each and every one of her sensitive areas and, even though she was already dripping wet, she didn’t want this to end. Overtaken by passion, Helen glided her hand up and down his back, as he planted long, fiery kisses all over her breast. He flicked his tongue across her nipple one last time and began to lick his way up her chest, pressing her breasts together.

  “Kiss me…” She whimpered, tilting her head down. Marcus’s lips curled into a sexy smile, before their mouths joined in a long, fervent kiss. Helen could barely stand. Her knees were shaking, as she ran her hand down his head. He rolled her nipples, pushing his body against hers, as their tongues danced against each other. She hooked her left leg around his hip, feeling his raging erection on her skin, as she held onto his shoulder blades. Marcus released her left breast, trapping her lower lip between his, as Helen dragged her nails across his back. A long grunt escaped him, as he cupped her thigh. He squeezed it in his grasp first and then slowly slid his hand up her leg, gently biting her lower lip. Taking his hand off of her chest, he reached down and grabbed her hip, as she stroked his masculine back. Marcus’s other hand crept around her leg. He caressed Helen’s outer thigh, before running it up her body. Stopping it at her other hip, he flipped her around. A hungry smile spread across her lips, as she found herself facing the wall.

  “You naughty boy,” Helen whispered, as Marcus leaned over her. Shivers went down her spine, as he gently ran his tongue down under her ear. The sensation of his wet, swollen shaft and his balls, just above her ass crack added to her arousal, but it was his deep voice that made goose bumps rise all over her body.

  “I want to taste your pussy,” he whispered back, flicking his tongue over her earlobe. Just when he finished his sentence, Helen slowly bent over against the wall. This time, Marcus did not kiss his way down her body. Instead, he ran his gaze down and locked it on her nice, delicious ass, as he knelt down once more. He leaned forward, licking his lips, as he marveled at her. Shutting his eyes, he planted a sensual kiss on her flesh, just next to her ass crack, causing her body to stiffen. Helen’s moans became louder, as he began to lay more kisses all over her ass cheeks. Every grunt coming out of his mouth turned her on as much as his worship. He slid his hands down her body and filled his hands with her delectable flesh, making her bite her lower lip. Marcus spread her ass cheeks, exposing her entrance. Helen’s pussy lips were glistening in the dim light. Her warm, thick juices were overflowing out of her, flowing down her thighs.

  “Right there!” She moaned, throwing her head back, as she felt his lips on her pussy. Unable to stand any longer, she bent her knees, until they made contact with the floor. Marcus lapped her juices with his warm tongue, taking deliberate licks up and down the length of her pussy, as he kneaded her ass. Much to her pleasure, he didn’t focus on her clit or her entrance, either. Every few seconds, he would passionately kiss the flesh around her pussy, breathing hard down on her, as he held onto her ass cheeks. Then, he would slide his tongue down her womanhood, collecting more of her juices, before flicking it across her hard, swollen clit. His lustful kisses on it made her pussy muscles flex faster. Helen struggled to control her excited breath. Her moans were getting louder and wilder, as Marcus did everything in his power to coax her to an intense climax. Opening her eyes, she looked underneath her. The sight that greeted her made her pussy quiver with desire: His massive cock was standing upright, his precum was shining and it had even reached the base of his shaft. But, it was Marcus’s next move that sent her over the edge, as he pushed his hot, wet tongue, deep inside her dripping wet pussy, tightening his grip on her ass cheeks.

  “God, I’m going to come!” Helen moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as he dug his short fingernails into her flesh. Squirming under his touch, she felt his tongue thrusting into her, right from the start. Pleasure pulsating through her, she moaned wildly, arching her back, as she felt the first waves of her orgasm roll through her. Helen shuddered, crying out, as she was overtaken by a ferocious climax that stole her breath, her body shaking as heat sizzled through her. Marcus slid his tongue out of her quivering pussy, stroking her ass cheeks, as he laid one last kiss on her delectable flesh.

  Removing his hands from her body, he sat up, his breath heavy as he gripped his big, hard cock. He aligned it with her entrance, his gaze fixed on her ass, as Helen tried to catch her breath. A deep, pleasurable moan fled her lips, as Marcus pushed his swollen cockhead inside her. Inch by inch, her pussy engulfed his entire cock, her mouth open wide as he filled her up. Slowly rocking into her, he bent his body down, running his hands up her sides. Helen might have liked the sensation of his abs earlier in the pool, but, this time, she absolutely loved it. Marcus’s manhood was buried in her depths, his hands were approaching her breasts and his warm, quick breath was giving her the chills, as she felt his muscled stomach on her lower back. He cupped her breasts hard in both of his hands, the moisture of her walls clinging to his cock, as he laid a gentle, passionate kiss on her shoulder. Helen savored the moment, but she knew that his lips on her mouth would satisfy her even more. So, she turned her head to the right and tilted it up, moaning louder by the second.


  “Harder…” she urged in a raspy whisper, just before he claimed her lips. Marcus squeezed her breasts, their groans audible over the slurping sounds of his penetration. Helen reached back, feeling his shaft pulsing inside her, as his beard grazed the sensitive skin of her chin. She grabbed and held onto the back of his neck, biting his upper lip, as he rubbed his thumbs in circles around her nipples. The feel of his stiff cock, going in and out of her did not allow her to continue their kiss. Helen tilted her head down, exhaling hard, as he plowed into her. But Marcus would not lean back or take his hands off her breasts. Increasing his pace, he pinched her nipples lightly, his deep grunts so close to her ear they were sending her one step closer to heaven. She was writhing underneath him, having lost herself in the moment, as their bodies rubbed against each other. With each thrust, he was quenching her desire, the hardness of his cock sending her into ecstasy, as he pounded her hard from behind. By now, Helen was bucking wildly up against him, eager to feel every inch of his shaft in her soaking wet pussy, as Marcus stroked her breasts.

  “Oh, uh, I’m going to come again, baby!” She moaned while arching her back, as his cock pulsed deep inside her. Letting go of her breasts, he leaned back, quickening his pace even more. He slammed into her, grabbing her by the hips, as their loud moans filled the room. Helen tossed her head back, overwhelmed by the feel of his throbbing cock in her pussy, as Marcus plunged into her harder. She screamed in pleasure, as her second orgasm crashed over her, making her body clench and shake violently. In a matter of seconds, he pulled out. He gripped his cock and jerked it fast, his fingers getting drenched with her warm, sticky juices, his groans resounding through the room, as he spurted his own juices over her back. Helen turned around, panting for breath, but desperate for one more of his hugs. However, she took him by surprise. Just when she put her arms around his back, Marcus tumbled onto the floor, unable to support their weight. She burst into sweet, hearty laughter, snuggling up against him, as he circled his left arm around her back. For a moment, Helen wanted to speak to him. Yet, this was not a time for words. She was content to hear his racing heart, as his chest rose up and down. Blissful to be in the arms of her hero, she savored every second of this moment, thanking fate for throwing him in her way…

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The next morning, Helen woke up with the exact same sense of tension. She checked her phone for incoming messages, but she was bitterly disappointed. Marcus had not contacted her yet. She could suspect his fate; yet, she had no way of finding out more about him. Browsing through the internet somewhat appeased her. There were no reports on any crimes in New York, but still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened to him.

  Every hour felt like an eternity. Helen refused to leave her hotel room, checking news websites every few minutes, desperately seeking information. Her attempts to reach him over the phone were futile; she always got his voice mail. In a state of panic, she even called a few police stations in New York, asking if there had been any accidents. The answers that the officers gave her were all negative, puzzling her even further.

  By late afternoon, she was starting to lose hope. Olivia and Michelle tried to comfort her, maintaining that his phone could have run out of battery, but they both failed, miserably. Helen could not think of one good reason why Marcus would not contact her. According to her, he would find a way to let her know that he was alright. Her friends understood. Neither Michelle nor Olivia argued with her and chose to remain by her side, until she heard some news about him.

  More than twenty four hours after her arrival at their hotel, Helen was so frustrated that the air around her seemed too thick to breathe. Rising from her bed, she began to put her clothes on, as Olivia and Michelle looked at each other in shy relief.

  “Ok, I’ve had it,” Helen groaned, pulling up the zipper of her jeans. “I need some fresh air.”

  “Finally,” Olivia said on an exhale. “Where do you want to go?”

  “Anywhere but here,” Helen muttered. “I feel like I’m going to suffocate in this room.”

  “There’s this great Italian place, a couple of blocks away,” Michelle suggested, as her friend put on her shoes. “What do you think?”

  “You guys go ahead and eat.” Helen spoke too fast. “I’m not hungry.”

  “Not even for a pizza? Really? Come on, girl. You need to eat something.” Michelle’s mellow tone moved her; yet, food was the last thing on Helen’s mind.

  “Please, don’t pressure me, Michelle.” She made her voice sound sweeter. “Like I said, you can eat anything you like. Let’s just get out of here, ok?”

  “Ok, now I’m even more worried,” Michelle confessed. “I mean, you, turning down a pizza when you’re this upset?”

  “She’s beyond upset,” Olivia spoke her mind. “Helen, let’s do what you said. But, I need you to do something for me first.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Don’t lose faith,” Olivia explained in a deep and confident voice. “We’re talking about a man who’s survived a desert war, for God’s sake. He will come back to you. You just have to believe it.”

  “This is a whole different war,” Helen heaved a long, heavy sigh. “He said it himself: He didn’t know if he’d survive. You should have seen him, before he left. He was frightened.”

  “Even the toughest man can break,” Olivia pointed out. “You had just been through a terrible ordeal. I think it’s only natural.”

  At that point, Helen’s phone rang. Her heart thumped in her chest, as she noticed the New York area code on the screen.

  “Hello?”

  “Ms. Weir?” An unknown, bass-deep voice was on the other end of the line.

  “Yes, this is she.”

  “Good evening, ma’am. I’m Captain Charlie Boyd; I’m with the New York Police Department. Are you the owner of a 1997, Toyota Hilux? License plate Golf, November, Oscar, Seven, Alpha, Juliet?”

  “Yes. Why?” Helen’s voice was filled with agony.

  “We just found it, burning, on New York State Route 97, a couple of miles east of Narrowsburg.”

  “Burn…” A whisper of despair fled her lips. The world around her turned into a blur of dark colors, the color leaving her face, as her phone slipped through her fingers. Helen’s legs lost the strength to keep her upright. She swayed back and forth, her eyes closed, her stomach tumbling, as Olivia and Michelle stared at her in utter disbelief. Helen fell to the floor face down, her head inches away from Michelle’s feet. Her friend dropped to her knees beside her, before Olivia jumped over her. Bending down, she picked up Helen’s phone from the floor.

  “Hello? My name’s Olivia Ralston, I’m Helen’s friend. Who is this?” She asked with a voice riddled with tension and fear.

  “Captain Charlie Boyd, NYPD. I just told your friend we’d found her truck, burning on NY 97. There was a dead body in it. Do you know if she’d lent it to anybody?”

  “Oh, my God…” Olivia whispered while gripping her hair, as Michelle tried to roll Helen over onto her back. “Yes, she had.”

  “Do you have a name, ma’am?”

  “No!” Olivia yelled, jerking her head in a spasm of despair. “I don’t know him!”

  “I’m sorry. I just asked because identifying the body would be extremely difficult. He’s been badly burnt.”

  Pulling the phone away from her ear, Olivia hung up and tossed it across the bed, as Michelle gently slapped Helen in the face. She fell to her knees beside her, biting her lower lip, as she reached towards her. Michelle raised her gaze to meet Olivia’s. The sorrow that was written all over her face and her watery eyes gave her the information that her friend had been dreading.

  “No…” She whispered, covering her mouth with her hand, as she shook her head sideways. Helen opened her eyes to slits, as two tears streamed down Olivia’s face. She jolted up, her breath short, as she frantically looked around her. Settling her gaze on Olivia, she recalled the police officer’s phone call. Her world t
umbled down around her. She felt her heart shattering into a million pieces, as Olivia circled her left arm around her neck. Her friend pulled her close, as sadness overtook her whole being. Helen pressed her face against Olivia’s chest. Gut-wrenching pain in her chest, burning as if a fire was scorching her insides, caused her to burst into loud, wailing sobs. Her worst fear had come true. She would never again lay her eyes on the face of the man in which she had fallen so hopelessly in love. Her “dark angel” was no longer among the living. In a twist of fate, Marcus had been taken away from her. Now, Helen had to find a way to live without him…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The following morning, the young couple woke up in festive spirits. There remained one tenacious thought still troubling Helen’s mind: what Marcus and her father did, after the incident with Kendrick. They got rid of the bodies, without notifying the police. Still, it didn’t take her long to dismiss any negative thoughts. Her boyfriend was a wanted man. Had they obeyed the law, he would surely end up in a military prison. It wouldn’t matter if he was acquitted for the shooting of Kendrick and his goon. Marcus still had the charge of murdering a senior Marine officer, hanging over his head. Furthermore, if he was found guilty of killing those two men, her father could well be charged with being his accomplice. Their action was not in accordance with the law; yet, it was the only viable option for these two men to choose.

  Helen went over to her parents’ house and said a quick “goodbye” to them and Patricia. A few minutes later, she picked up Marcus from his friend’s cabin and soon, the two of them left the small town of Shandaken behind them. She was ecstatic; for the first time ever, the country girl would drive across the states. Although she knew that a motorcycle would feel much more adventurous than her pickup truck, Helen would not complain. After all, the man of her dreams was there with her and they were on their way to her friends, in the sunny city of Los Angeles. Not even Helen herself could have envisioned a better scenario for this road trip.