Slam: A Bad Boy Romance

by Holt, Leah

  “Deal, no Tom foolery. I promise.”

  There was a small diner about two blocks from the police station. It was a quick walk, not even ten minutes. She was silent most of our stroll, asked me a few questions about how long I'd lived in the city, and where I had moved from.

  I didn't want to get into too many details. My past wasn't something I typically liked talking about. Now, I didn't grow up in a shitty home, I wasn't abused...

  It's just, we all have demons in our closets, mine are better left behind closed doors.

  I'm not the same man I had been, things changed, I changed.

  Life changed.

  There was no need to reopen healed wounds, New York was my fresh start.

  Grabbing the door to 'Bell's Dine N Dash,' I courted Cadence in with a swoop of my arm. “After you, love.”

  “Thanks,” she said, grinning up at me. Her eyes streamed my body, pausing at where my cock was stowed away, its form outlined beneath the thick jean covering.

  The thread of air between us wasn't enough to mask my desire. Every piece of my body ached to smell her, feel her, and taste her.

  I've never wanted one person so intensely. She drives me fucking crazy! I'm not sure how long I can hold back, I'm ready to explode and I haven't even started.

  Pressing my hand into the small of her back, my fingers slipped between the small opening of fabric, lightly brushing her skin. I felt her shiver with my touch as we stepped inside, and I couldn't stop the smile from pinning across my face.

  The restaurant was typical for the city; small, family owned, and delicious.

  Just like Cadence.

  I would love to have her for dessert.

  Making our way to an empty booth, I watched her perfect round ass as she slid in. My cock bulged, hardening with the view.

  The cheap, black patent leather squeaked as we glided across it. Cadence shifted awkwardly, trying to put as much space between us that she could.

  Luckily, these booths were small and I'm not exactly a petite guy. Standing at six foot two, with shoulders like a linebacker, in any close quarters I was hard to avoid.

  Cadence sat staring out the window, fiddling with her hair. Running her fingers between the strands, her body jittered with the rapid pulsation of her heel against the floor.

  She won't even look at me. Where's the confidence from last night?

  Her snappy tongue was quick to whip a smart ass remark and now she's mute.

  A shuffle against the floor caused my head to shift up, turning my gaze away from the beauty beside me.

  “Hello, welcome to Bell's. Can I start you with a cup of coffee?” the waitress asked. Her name tag read Jackie. Holding a small notebook, she eyed us both, a tone of 'I hate my job,' sat behind her voice.

  Cadence giggled under her breath. “Well, Jackie, I would love a cup of your finest Joe.” Sarcasm peppered her request. Pulling the menu up to cover her mouth, the smile could be read in the slender squint of her eyes.

  I couldn't stop myself, weird grunts flowed, my chest hesitated between breaths while I tried to contain my laughter. “Me too,” I was able to muster out. “But, I don't want Joe, I'll take Colombian.”

  Shooting us a sideways glance, Jackie turned to retrieve our hot drinks.

  “Well, she seemed happy to be here, don't you think?” Cadence asked.

  Alright, a hint of her. She has a sense of humor. I liked that, a lot. I think I'd fuck you right here. Bend you over this table and pound you into submission. The image doused my brain, her head arching up as I spread her open with my cock. Moans spilled from her lips as I thrust against her swollen clit.

  Her deep blue eyes sat still, peering into me, watching me eat her up from inside.

  Tugging on her bottom lip, she pressed her face back into the menu. My hand slid smoothly across the surface of the table, reaching her elbow my thumb drew small circles in the white velour.

  Jerking away, the words spat off her tongue. “Quinn, what are you doing?” Her face flushed the prettiest shade of cherry.

  “What?” I asked, raising my shoulders. “I can see the excitement on your face. I could see it last night too.” Leaning back, my arm spread out across the top of the seat.

  Narrowing her eyes, she peered down her nose. “If you think what you saw was excitement, then you're delusional. Do I give off the impression of an easy fuck?” Rolling her eyes, she tossed the laminated paper onto the table.

  The fire she heaved at me only pulled on me stronger. I didn't want to cool the furnace she hid behind, I wanted to fuel it.

  Cadence's shoulders twitched as the ceramic cups chimed off the table. She caught the smirk painted on my face, and huffed under her breath loudly. “Thank you.”

  “Mm hm,” Jackie said close-lipped. “You guys ready to order?” A snap of her gum rang out loudly, pen twirling between her fingers.

  “I'm all set, thanks,” Cadence said. Both women turning their attention to me.

  Lifting the menu up, I was starving. “Nah, coffee is good.”

  Could I really sit here and stuff my face with this gorgeous woman beside me?

  Hunger ran through my stomach, shook me to the core.

  But, it wasn't for food.

  I was hungry for Cadence.

  Jackie said, “Well, let me know if I can get you anything else.” Stuffing the pad into her apron, she turned and walked away.

  Pushing myself closer, Cadence scooted further. There wasn't much room left, if she went anymore she'd hit the floor.

  Running my hand back and forth against the cracked material, my head tilted. “To answer your question, I know you're not easy, babe. We would have fucked already if you were.” Winking at her, my tongue glided across my teeth. “What I do think, is that I got into your head. Why else would you be here? You didn't have to come if you didn't want to.”

  Her head snapped in my direction, brows dipping angrily. “I didn't have a choice. My father needs to speak with you— Don't go getting a big head.”

  A long bellowed laugh escaped my lungs. “A big head? I can show you a big head, sweetheart. You just say the word.” Reaching my hand down to my cock, I shifted my hips.

  Her eyes drifted to the throbbing erection ready to break through my pants, her skin changed five different shades of crimson. Gripping the edge of the seat, her nails dug into the foam as her thighs squeezed together tightly.

  Draping one finger over her shoulder, she softly brushed the loose strands of hair behind her ear. I waited for her to squirm, throw my hand away.

  She didn't.

  Wrenching her head up to meet my eyes, lips parted slightly, a slow exhale rolled across my chin.

  Fuck. This woman was making me hot.

  “I... I'll be right back. Excuse me,” she hissed beneath her breath. Standing briskly, her white converse sneakers patted against the tile floor toward the bathroom.

  Baring my teeth, I grinned wildly. The reaction she had rushed through my veins. My mind had already been made up, I was going to fuck her.

  And she was going to love it.

  Teasing my cock, I stroked down the protruding shaft.

  I can't wait anymore. I need her.

  Right now.

  Glancing around the room, everyone was occupied. Other customers were reading the paper, some talking among themselves. I knew standing with a full hard on was risky, but it was now or never.

  Pushing up from the seat, I made my way over to the small corridor. A sign hung above, indicating the bathrooms beyond the entryway. Reaching the door, with a silhouette of a woman, I knocked lightly.

  “One minute!” Her voice floated into my ears.

  I stood half a foot away, watching and listening for her footsteps. The long metal handle shifted down, door swung open, and her shocked gasp broke the stale air.

  Her eyes popped out to their limit as her face met my figure. “Quinn! What the hell?” Surprise filtered through her voice.

  “Cadence, I need you. And I k
now you feel it too.” Stepping closer, my erection pushed into her hip.

  She stood speechless, hands limp by her sides. Trailing a finger down her arm to her wrist, I pulled her closer to me. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pressed our bodies together, there was no resistance.

  My eyes searched hers for a sign of agreement. A sparkle, twinkle, a fucking twitch. I didn't care, just something to let me know she felt it too.

  The language her body spoke; the goosebumps protruding off her skin, the weight she pushed against my chest, all screamed yes.

  But, I needed to hear it from her.

  Needed to hear her tongue speak the words, “Fuck me, Quinn.”

  Parting my lips, I began to whisper, “I was drawn to—” My words stopped short as her plump lips crushed against mine.

  My tongue intertwined with hers, dancing across the ridges of her mouth. Her sweet taste filling and warming my belly.

  Gripping the side of her face we stepped back inside the room, door closing behind us.

  'Click'.

  Cadence had reached out and turned the lock.

  Scooping my hands behind her neck, fingers gripping at the roots of her hair, her head fell back releasing a long moan of pleasure. Drawing kisses down her throat, her breathing intensified.

  She forcefully grabbed at the bulge between my legs. Her hips swayed erotically, rolling against my thigh. The intense heat of her pussy radiated through her jeans, the ripple flowed like lava.

  Pressing my body tight against her, she hit the back wall. A heavy exhale descended across my face. The sweet breath rolled over my flesh, twinges of electricity sparked in my skull.

  Her chest rose heavily, tits lifting towards my face. Pressing my hardened shaft into her thigh, my hand wrapped around her breast, squeezing tightly.

  Inhaling heavily, her perfume crept through my senses, prickles shot off her skin with the sound of my breath. Bringing my lips to her neck, I caressed the soft skin with my tongue. Her flavor was just as sweet as I imagined.

  She lifted her leg around my hip, pussy pressing back against my cock, tenting my jeans. Gripping her ass, I ground her harder into the wall. “You wanted this didn't you? You wanted to know what it would feel like to have my cock inside that cunt.” My hands tickled her pussy through her pants.

  Knowing I had the power to tear through the fabric separating her hot cunt from my fingertips, made me shudder. I wanted to split her, ruin her with my cock.

  She locked her lips tighter around my mouth, shaking her head 'yes,' then 'no.' Leaning back her face fell towards the floor, then back up.

  Why is she pulling away? The intense sweltering heat she threw on me was cooling. I couldn't understand where her head had gone, what drew her away from me?

  Searching my eyes, she wanted to speak, but spit only air. Her lungs heaved wildly behind her chest. “I don't know what I want,” the whisper vibrated over my skin. Pressing her hands against my chest, she let her head fall, sighing intensely. “Why the fuck did you have to do that? You made me weak. Why couldn't you have just minded your business? He would have left eventually.”

  I dug my fingers into her shoulders. “What? Seriously?” Taking a step back, my hand ran over my jaw. “Mind my business?” My voice taunt, a single brow arched, perplexed.

  Is she fucking kidding me? She wanted me to stand by and just watch that prick verbally assault her!?

  Pacing around in small circles, I couldn't believe what she had said. Was that... No, is that what she thinks a man should do? Should say?

  “The minute that asshole raised his voice to you, it became my business. No man should ever... EVER talk to a woman like that. And I'm not some dirt bag who's going to stand by and watch that shit.” Shaking my head, I stared at her in disbelief.

  Cadence slid down against the wall, arms rested on her knees. “Look, I appreciated it. I did. Nico deserved to have his ass handed to him. But, now—” Her hands ran over her hair, pulling it tightly against her skull.

  “Now, what? Go ahead, finish.”

  “It doesn't matter, forget it,” she huffed out, staring up at me her shoulders slumped forward heavily.

  The crisp silence, so sharp it could slice glass, was broken by the loud ring of her cell phone. Cadence jumped with surprise. Pulling the phone from her pocket, she peered at the screen. “Shit. It's my dad.”

  “Aren't you going to answer it?” My arms folded up across my chest, leaning against the wall I bent a knee up.

  “No. He's probably pissed, and I don't want to hear it right now. I should have been back a long time ago.” Releasing a grunt of frustration, her hand came up and slapped the floor. “Are you still coming with me? I need to know now, if not, then I'm fucked.”

  Fucked? She isn't making any sense. Why would my going or not going screw her in some way?

  It doesn't matter. I told her I would go.

  And my word weighs more than gold.

  Leaning down, I looked into the deep ocean of her gaze. Wonder, confusion, and fear swam beneath the vastness.

  Placing my hands on her knees, I spoke softly. “Cadence, I told you I would. And I always follow through with what I say.”

  I hope that's something she can remember.

  What I say, I stand by.

  Chapter Four

  Quinn

  The subway was a place I loathed. Always hoards of people, squished together liked canned tuna. I fucking hated it. I wanted to walk back, but she insisted we needed to get back to the bar quick.

  There were two options, walk or take the train. With the amount of traffic, a taxi would be pointless, and according to Cadence, time was limited.

  The only bonus to this ride was standing hip to hip with her. I had been inches away from fucking her in that bathroom. Had it not been for the hesitance she had, I would have ripped her damn pants off.

  My cock was aching to slide into her silky, wet pussy. Her hard nipples had pressed against my chest, poking out from her shirt, calling me to bite them.

  Since we left the diner, she wouldn't look me straight in the eyes, instead they darted around my body. She would stare at my arms, my chest, even my tongue as I spoke.

  She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. It rolled off her body like a waterfall, flowing from every piece of her flesh. Each prickle that burst off her skin with the slightest touch of my hand caused my cock to thicken.

  Purposely, I would trail my fingers over her neck, run them gently down her hand. With each touch she would tremble, I could see her body shudder. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop herself from reacting to me.

  And I fucking loved it.

  The reaction was thrilling. I wanted to watch her squirm beside me, forcing herself to hold back. Her tongue would run over her lips, head would tilt with each subtle stroke.

  But secretly, I wanted to make sure every asshole on this train knew she was mine.

  Once we hit the sidewalk, she walked three feet in front of me, her pace quickening with each stride. Occasionally, she would glance over her shoulder to see if I was still there.

  Cadence paused at the entrance to Whiskey Sour. Her fingers gripped the handle, head leaning towards the ground. “Okay, before we go in, I do want to say thank you, and I mean that.” A thin smile pulled gently across her cheeks as her eyes mollified her feelings.

  I wanted to kiss her again, run my tongue over the velvet touch of her lips. Deep down, my stomach twisted from a tactile sensation that I hadn't experienced before.

  Reaching my arm out, I squeezed her shoulder. The lean muscles tensed, and her back straightened. Cadence drew in a long sullen breath as she tugged the door open.

  Standing behind her, a whirl of her essence slapped against my face. The scent was erotic, yanking on my nose to lean in closer. Damn! Even her smell is a fucking turn on. The hair on my neck raised up, cock stiffening. I wanted to grab her ass, tear into her with my massive throbbing hard-on.

  Her pussy had been warm to the t
ouch at the diner, she wanted me, I knew that for sure. The heated cunt, slippery between her thighs, had called for me.

  And I was ready, I had been ready, to fuck her like she's never felt before.

  But, the moment she stepped inside that building, her whole demeanor changed. A wave of seriousness flooded her expression; her jaw was held in tight, eyes contracted, squeezing their natural impulse to move.

  This was her domain, her place of existence.

  Being here with the sun shining high above the sky was strange. I'd never been in a bar before happy hour, and never left seeing completely straight.

  A milky colored hue floated over the room, streams of light poured in from the ceiling above through glass tinted a dull shade of yellow.

  I hadn't noticed the skylights the night before; then again, how often do you look up when you're out getting shitfaced?

  Our feet echoed across the empty space, hers were much lighter, mimicking the soft tap of ballet slippers. A translucent mirage of her dancing around serving drinks coated my brain, my head felt suffocated, drained from the oxygen being squeezed out.

  My fingers wanted to walk across her hips, yank her back, and press my cock in between her thighs. All to give her a taste of what I had to offer. It took everything I had to keep them by my side. Eagerly, they flurried over my jeans, their rhythmical movements tapping against the coarse material.

  A subtle melody whispered through the speakers hitting my ears, the violins played utter benignity; angelic and soft, soothing to the senses.

  Distracted by my thoughts, I almost walked through her. Cadence reached up and pressed against my chest. “Wait here,” she rustled out, palm held open.

  Our eyes locked briefly, small creases rested above arched brows, no waiver of a grin. Her lips spread razor-thin as she disappeared through a rickety old door behind the bar.

  Why does she look so... bitter?

  If I'm here because her father wants to thank me, why does all the life seem to have drained from her?

  There was no making sense of this woman; she wants me, she resists me. Strength peeks out and shyness mantles her uncertainty.