Bad Boy Confessions - 3 Book Bundle

by Amber Burns

  “Hi, I’d like to report a home invasion,” she said quietly into the receiver so he wouldn’t hear her, “I need someone to come right away. He’s been stalking me and he just came into my house and tried to attack me.”

  Once the operator assured her help was on the way, Anna quickly texted Redd, letting him know what happened. Through the door, Anna could hear Max groaning as he rolled around on the floor, trying to recover. After a few moments, he began banging on the bathroom door, pleading for her to let him in. But there was absolutely no way she was going to do that.

  The police soon arrived. The whole exchange was a blur to her, but they told her that she would be able to file a restraining order which she was glad about. Once the commotion was over and the police had left, she curled up on her couch with a blanket wrapped around her. She began sobbing uncontrollably. She had been strong, and she was proud of herself for standing up for herself and handing the situation.

  She sat there, sinking into the couch, waiting for Redd to show up. She didn’t know what else to do after an event like that. She was beyond exhausted and didn’t even want to look at the mess of blood and shattered ceramics behind the couch. She looked at her phone, hoping to see a message from Redd, although there was none. She sent him another text, letting him know that the police had come and that she was safe. She waited on the couch for him, hoping he would arrive soon, that she would hear back from him.

  Chapter 7

  Redd had finished with his fight. He sat down disappointed with himself in the locker room. He unwrapped his hands from the pressure tape, and tenderly touched his black eye to see how swollen it would be. He winced at the pain.

  Slowly, he undressed himself, taking care not to touch the various parts of his body that were sore. He sat down again for a moment, catching his breath before attempting to dress himself again. He reached for his phone, to find some distraction from the pain, when he saw multiple messages from Annabelle. He smiled as he saw her name on his phone, but his face fell when he saw the messages. Anna had briefly mentioned that she had a boyfriend back in Georgia that had treated her badly, but he had no idea it might come to this. He knew he needed to get over there as soon as possible. He got up and dressed quickly while still taking care not to touch his wounds as much as possible, but still wincing at the movements. He rushed to his car and started the ignition, skidding out of the parking lot quickly.

  As he drove, he saw a coffee shop with the lights on. Despite the time pressure that he felt, he decided to stop for a moment to get Anna some tea. He was sure she could use some after something like this to calm her down. She always said that a cup of tea could fix anything. He ordered a steaming hot cup of herbal tea and a chocolate pastry for her. He rushed back to his car, taking care not to spill any tea or burn his hand on the hot paper cup. He drove somewhat faster than he normally did, trying to make up for the time he spent in the coffee shop.

  He was worried about her. His head was buzzing with thoughts about this Max and what he would have done if he were there, how he would’ve defended her, what he would say to him if he ever came back. He was glad to hear that she had stood up for herself and knocked him over the head with a lamp. He smiled at the thought, proud that perhaps he had made an impression on her.

  He practically ran from his car to her door, despite his pain, and knocked on it. Anna got up from the couch, blanket still wrapped around her. The second she opened the door, he took her into his arms.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yeah, I’m okay,” she said, tears still falling from her eyes.

  Her sobbing had stopped when she heard him knocking on the door, comforted that Redd was here for her, but the tears were still in her. He rubbed her back for a moment, holding the cup of hot tea away from her body so that he wouldn’t burn her.

  “Jesus, though, what about you?” she said, pulling away and reaching her hand out towards his pummeled face, but drawing it back at the last second.

  “Oh, this?” he said, half-grinning, “This is nothing.” She smiled, but was still concerned for him.

  “How did you do?”

  “It’s not important right now,” he said, brushing it off. “Tell me everything that happened.”

  He handed the tea to her before they sat down close together, his arms around her, on the couch.

  “I got some tea for you,” he said.

  “Thank you,” she squeaked, tears brimming up again in her eyes as she leaned her head into his chest, “I really needed that.”

  “I thought it might help,” he said, glad that she was touched by the gesture. “So what happened?” he said softly, care in his voice.

  “He just showed up at my door,” she said, sounding confused between sobbing gasps, “He just showed up and he pushed his way in. He was saying how it was time for us to get back together, and… I don’t know. Just… stuff like that.”

  “I’m so sorry that happened,” Redd said, seriously, “How did he even know where you lived?”

  “He told my dad that we were back together and he wanted to come up to surprise me. He had been stalking me for a week, just… following me around,” she said, beginning to sob again, “He knew about you… and he grabbed my arm.”

  “Oh, god…” Redd said, his face falling, wondering what Max knew about him… he was sure that Max hadn’t said anything good about him.

  She was sobbing hard at this point. Redd wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to his body, his anger rising about how Max had tried to hurt her.

  “I… I took the lamp and I hit him over the head with it,” she sobbed between gasps, her head buried in his chest, “Then I called the police and they came and took him away, but I’m still so scared.”

  “I know, I know,” he said, comforting her, rubbing her back and holding her close, “I’m proud of you for defending yourself, though.”

  “Thanks. Thanks for coming over,” she said, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Her skin tasted salty with tears and he wanted to kiss all the tears away.

  “Listen, you know if he ever comes back here, I’ll beat him up for you,” he said, smiling at her.

  “Seriously, how did you do on that match? It looks like you’re pretty beat up yourself.”

  He looked down, not particularly wanting to talk about it, “I feel pretty beat up. I took a lot of damage… I’m not as good as I used to be. I barely won the match.”

  “Well, that’s good that you won,” she said, trying to cheer him up. She could see that he was upset, that he had reserved his feelings until she had expressed hers, which she appreciated. He was tough, but she could tell he was crushed.

  “It’s alright, I guess,” he said, disappointed. After a moment, he added, “I just wanted to impress you.”

  She smiled, “You don’t have to do anything to impress me. You impress me every day.” She leaned in and kissed him, making him feel better.

  “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said, caringly.

  “Let’s go into the bedroom and get you comfortable,” she said.

  He laid down on her soft bed, cringing with the movements as she helped him undress. She laid next to him on her side so that she was facing him and cuddled with him the best she could. His arm was in a sling and he had bad bruising all over his body. Annabelle frowned, wishing she could take the pain away for him. She began lightly kissing each and every bruise. He smiled, moaning softly. Despite the pain his body was in, the pleasure that her kisses gave him were overpowering.

  She crawled in between his legs, now kissing any part of his body she could get her lips on. She kissed the insides of his thighs, making her way towards his cock. She wanted to give him some sort of pleasure to distract from the pain. He wouldn’t really be able to have sex, but she could at least do something for him. She slipped his underwear off and brushed her hand along his shaft, tickling his cock. He moaned; her skin felt soft on his cock and her fingers were nimbl
e as she massaged his shaft, rolling his cock between her palm and thumb. Unable to resist her or a distraction from the pain, he couldn’t help but groan again at her touch. Despite the pain he was in, he was already hard for her. She was so incredibly sexy to him, even when she had been crying.

  She licked from his inner thigh up the base of his cock, landing on the tip. Before she took it into her mouth, she admired it for a moment, licking the shaft up and down. Just the sight of his hard cock turned her on. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, moving it up and down, watching as his foreskin rolled up and down the head of his cock. She kissed the tip, wrapping her lips shallowly around it before slowly moving her head down to engulf his whole cock into her mouth. She took it all the way into her mouth down to the base, and began slowly bobbing her head up and down.

  He could feel his cock getting even harder in her wet mouth. He could feel her sucking hard on the head of his cock, sucking it down to his base. Her lips were wrapped tightly around it, and her throat was even tighter as she allowed his thick cock to slip deep into it. This pleasure was certainly distracting him from his pain. It was as if all the pain that he had experienced in the fight had just dissipated. He looked down, fondly watching her head bobbing up and down on his cock with her red hair bouncing, her curls swaying back and forth. He slid his hand along her back and grasped her hips which were pushed up into the air for him to see.

  With his touch, she wanted to kiss him. She licked his base to tip as she moved her body to meet his face in one swift movement. She was careful not to make too much body contact, not wanting to hurt him. He leaned in to her kiss, which was tender and passionate. They were both feeling so much love from one another as they were recovering together from their separately difficult evenings. As they kissed, he pulled at her waistband, which prompted her to take off all of her clothes.

  She got back on top of him, straddling him, and rubbing his cock with her pussy. He moaned and, lifting up her hips, she took his cock into her hand before lowering down on it until it was completely inside of her. They both moaned as he entered her. They made love slowly, softly, tenderly. She lifted her hips and pressed them down into his cock gently over and over again. He began moving his hips into hers until they both began moving faster.

  She leaned down over him, her hands on either side of his head and kissed him as they made love. They were both so turned on by the moment, the tender love after such stress from both their days. She pulled her head back and caressed his face, careful not to touch near his black eyes. He leaned his cheek into her hand.

  “I love you,” he said gently, looking her in the eye with extraordinary love. He knew in this moment that he had her, that she really was his.

  “I love you, too,” she said, tears in her eyes as she leaned down and kissed him passionately, still careful to hover over him, rather than touch his badly bruised body. When she pulled back up, they both looked at each other fondly, smiling and laughing with joy.

  At that moment, aroused from the love between them, they both could feel the pressure building up, their climaxes about to come.

  They both moaned loudly at the same time. She felt herself coming, her pussy contracting with pleasure around his cock.

  At the first pulsation that her muscles made, he could feel his pleasure erupting. They were both cumming at the same time due to their love and passion for one another. They were pumping their hips into each other, savoring the sweet moment.

  Once she was sure that they had both orgasmed completely, she unstraddled him, lying next to him. He turned on his side so that he was facing her, and they held each other tightly.

  “I love you so much,” she said, her face cradled in his neck. He responded by holding her tighter.

  “I love you, I love you,” he moaned.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked, clearly referring to his bodily injuries.

  “Oh, I’m fine. It’s not anything I’m not totally used to, I’m just a little out of practice,” he said. She smiled, kissing him. “How are you doing, though?”

  “Feeling better.”

  “You know… I was thinking…” he said, unsure how she would react, “But… maybe we should move in together,” quickly adding, “You know, in case he comes back.”

  She smiled.

  “I want to move in with you, but not just because of Max,” she said, taking his face in her hand again. He smiled, glad to hear her say that because that wasn’t the only reason why he wanted to live his life with her.

  Bad Boy Confessions –

  The Waitress

  By Amber Burns

  Copyright © 2016 by Amber Burns and Scarlet Lantern Publishing.

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.

  All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  Chapter 1

  “Yo man, we’re hungry!” Beaker, one of my closest friends, yelled from beside me.

  I shook my head, yelling back with plenty of scorn. “You’re always hungry.”

  Beaker grinned good naturedly, nodding to the next off ramp. “Let’s go scare up some grub.”

  I conceded with an eyeroll. “Not like it’ll be hard all we have to do is let them see you.”

  Beaker reached over precariously to punch me in the shoulder, smirking and saying the two words every man loves to hear. “Race ya.”

  We set off at a speed that would warrant arrest on the Autobahn, howling like a pack of hyenas with the rest of the gang shooting along behind us. The first place we found was some small town diner with a sign claiming America’s Best Pie. It had a homey feel, sort of like grandma’s kitchen. The booths were faded and worn and the tables were covered in those weird plastic table cloths but overall it was a nice place.

  Immediately, I scoped out the place for trouble. This place had a couple old guys at the counter and an old lady on the other side of the room with what looked to be a waitress. Nothing too interesting, certainly nothing dangerous. In my initial survey I almost missed her, her hair pulled back into a braid, several strands stubbornly pulling out and framing an innocent face. She looked up, startled, as we entered; immediately seeking shelter in the kitchen. The movement caught my eye more than anything.

  “Sit down, you animals.” I ordered immediately.

  The gang dropped into seats around me, taking up nearly half a dozen booths. Beaker took the seat behind me, throwing his arms out and winking at the older woman coming towards us. I smacked the back of his head, raising my voice.

  “Shut your damn mouths and respect the lady.” I banged the table in front of me, knocking over the salt shaker. This lady obviously didn’t fear us as she took our orders.

  Miranda was her name and she was definitely not a shy thing at all. Not like her niece, as I found out. Several minutes after delivering a round of beers she was called away to argue with a local about something or another. I found that to be the perfect time to call for a refill.

  “Waitress! Refill please!” I smirked, my eyes on the girl cowering behind the counter.

  She glanced at her aunt, who had both hands and a pocket full with the cranky old man on the other side of the diner. The beautiful girl walked out from behind the counter, her waist accentuated by the apron tied around her. She was timid as a mouse, watching for any movement, ready to run at the first sign of danger.

  “Um… another Bud Light’s okay, right?” She asked timidly.

  I grinned at the gentle southern twang in her voice. I nodded, stopping her from leaving. “Just a minute. My name is Chase, and you must be Cinderella.”

  The pretty girl blushed profusely, mumbling something under her breath and fleeing to the shelter of the ki
tchen. The boys around me howled with laughter until I shut them up.

  Miranda sent me a heavy glare from her side of the diner, firmly excusing herself and delivering my beer herself. I chugged the bottle, two beers would never get me drunk, and stood up to leave.

  “That was great beer, Miranda. I’ll be back tomorrow for a proper meal.” I glanced at my boys, stuffing their faces with good old fashioned southern food. “If one chair is out of place in here tomorrow I’ll have your hides.” I growled quietly. Nods all around, some frowns.

  “And that cute little southern peach is mine. Got it?” More frowns but everyone understood.

  I headed out to my bike, hoping to find a motel somewhere in town. The road was empty, as it usually was in this type of one street town. My mind drifted with the wind, thoughts of the darling in the bar swirling around in my head. I had never thought I would be the love at first sight but here I was completely infatuated with that gorgeous midwest beauty in the diner.