Slam: A Bad Boy Romance

by Holt, Leah

  Tugging the phone from my front pocket, I pulled up his number. Hitting the button, I forced the phone as close to my ear as it could go.

  Come on, answer. Tapping my fingertips against my thigh, I walked in small circles, bumping into people as they passed by.

  The reverberating sound echoed through my skull, the ring seeming to be drawn out, slow motion against my ear drum.

  'Hello?'

  “Quinn?” I said, holding a finger inside the open ear, blocking the horns that roared across the street.

  'Yeah'

  “Where-”

  'Sorry, leave a message.'

  Mother fucker! His voicemail is a fucking joke?

  I should have expected that he would have one of those messages that hook you in, make you think you got them on the line, only to find out you've been talking to no one.

  With all the anger and emotions flowing like a hot spring, I still let out a laugh.

  I had to admit, it was funny, he got me.

  Quinn was made of steel, muscles as solid as concrete, ink sheathed his skin, masking his internal pain with physical displays of art. Each layer a prowess of what he lived through, cresting his chest in a display of strength.

  I wish he didn't run off like that. For a man who seemed to fear nothing, he feared facing me after leaving that room.

  He didn't just seem pissed off or angry, he refused to even glance in my direction. His eyes bore a hole through the bar when he left, and not once had his eyes been off me for more than a quick blink all night.

  I could feel him undressing me with his deep browns since he had walked through that door. I loved how it felt when he looked at me that way, like I was the most beautiful woman in the room. My stomach twirled, heart raced, body shuddered, and my pussy called for him.

  Tucking my phone away from the rain that had turned into a dusting mist, the air nestled with droplets, just thick enough to dampen everything like a muggy summer's day.

  Biting my lower lip, I tried to think hard about where he could have gone, I didn't know where his apartment was. Quinn mentioned it wasn't in the best part of town, but it wasn't like I lived in a classy high-rise, with a door man and a concierge.

  We lived in a run down apartment, where blood spilled in the basement and men lost everything just to watch or take part.

  Suddenly it hit me; My arm flew out over my head. “Taxi!” I yelled, while flailing wildly.

  The rain had started to pick back up as I ducked into the back of the car. “Where to, young lady?” The old driver asked. Large square glasses outlined his eyes, a bright red and yellow sweater fit snug around his shoulders.

  If this had been any other day, I would have asked him where he got that shirt. It would have won the ugly sweater contest at Christmas time. “I need to go to East sixty-third and second street.” Pressing myself into the seat, my head fell back, watching the street lights through the rear window.

  There was only one place I could think of he might go when he was upset, it was a gamble but I had no options.

  The youth center was my only hope.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Quinn

  He can't do this! I won't let him!

  My arm was cocked back, fist tightly balled, a loud grunt expelled as I crushed all my weight into the heavy bag dangling a foot off the ground.

  “Ah!” I yelled, colliding with the dark leather fabric. The bag swung side to side as my anger fused itself into my hands, taking form in motion, releasing from inside.

  Louis had taken my choice from me, forcing me into the pits. Knowing I had no option, no way out, it lit my core on fire.

  I hated him.

  His face shadowed the bag, his image manifested across the sheen under the low lighting. I wanted to hit him at the bar, feel his face crumble beneath my fingers. He deserved a good ass kicking.

  Cadence was mine now, she's not his to pay off a debt. And he knew I wouldn't let him do it.

  His beady little eyes when he told me his plan had lit up with pleasure, a sick twisted enjoyment flooded his smile when he told me what he would do with her.

  Threatening to use his daughter's body to pay off money he owes. What kind of father does that?

  The smack of my bare flesh rang off the bag, echoing through the gym. My knuckles had started to redden, the raw skin flaking away to reveal fresh pulp underneath. Bouncing around on the balls of my toes I kicked my leg up, the front of my shin connecting hard.

  My body was shaking with fury, it rode my back, my spinal fluid bubbled inside, inching its way to the surface.

  The Macro had pinned me between a tiger and a cliff. He knew— he fucking knew— I couldn't say no, that I wouldn't let him do what he said.

  I was going to fight for what I wanted, fight for what was mine.

  My promise had to be broken for Cadence.

  I was fighting for her freedom.

  My eyes began to sting from the sweat dripping down my forehead, wiping it away, I crouched down, head falling into my chest. My heart was racing, pounding against my rib cage, lungs inhaling heavily to suck in the thick air surrounding me.

  This fucking sucks, how did it come to this?

  He said if I just do what he asks he'll let her go, he won't interfere.

  Falling back onto my ass, my arms rested on my knees.

  What the hell am I doing?

  I didn't even think twice about stepping in that ring the first time when he called on me, and now...

  Now, I'm going to jump back in with two feet, no question about it, no second thoughts.

  There was no backing out of this, she needed me.

  And she doesn't even know it.

  Cadence had no clue what her father had propositioned, what he was going to do with her. Give her away to some stranger, some man to do what he wanted with her.

  No fucking way, that was my woman. I had claimed her the first moment I saw her. There wasn't anyone who was going to have her pussy, except for me.

  She had a body to die for, a cunt that smelled sweet as candy and molded perfectly around my cock, like she was made for me.

  There was nothing that was going to keep her from me.

  Not even him.

  Pressing my hands to my temples, I squeezed my head. This was insane, no woman had ever had such a hold on me before.

  When I was around Cadence, my stomach churned, my brain electrified, I could feel every muscle twinge when she got close. Her fucking scent gave me a hard-on, her lips caused my cock to throb, even before she was wrapped around it.

  Aside from all that, the thought of anything or anyone bringing harm to her; that made my blood boil.

  Grinding my teeth, I stood with one pounce, laying into the heavy bag, wild grunts forced out between breaths. The exposed knuckles now painless and numb as they drove harder.

  A subtle clank echoed in the dark hallway. Twisting my head, the soft patter of feet hit my ears.

  The double doors opened slowly. A low angelic tone whispered through the crack, “Quinn? Are you in here?” Cadence's face leaned in first, followed by the rest of her.

  “What do you want?” I said, cracking another swing into the bag.

  Stepping towards the railing she said, “I came to see if you're alright. You left without saying a thing.” Her fingers wrapped the metal bar, leg tilted out twisting on her toe.

  “I needed some air.” Drawing back I kneed the hanging weight, grabbing it with both hands to halt the movement.

  She drew her fingertips over the cool iron, carefully climbing down the steps. “Yeah, I guess so. What happened?” she asked.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I looked away from her, facing forward. “You didn't ask him?”

  “He said you agreed to fight, I'm assuming you have a good reason, unless everything else you said was a lie.”

  Baring my teeth, I shook my head. “You think I lied to you?” Jerking my arm, I punched harder, leaning in with the jab.

  “I don't know. He sho
wed me the paper you signed, I thought you wouldn't fight again?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she squeezed her ribs. Her breasts ruffling up, peeking out of her shirt.

  I didn't want to tell her what her father had planned to do, how he was going to use her to clear his debt. How he thought he could sell his own flesh and blood for money. She had already dealt with so much from him, how could she deal with that?

  No one could handle knowing they were just an object of possession, a human bartering tool. That would crush her, her entire world could crash down.

  And I didn't want her to think she was worthless.

  “I have my reasons, Cadence. I didn't lie to you before, I just don't have any other option.” My fists fell to my hips, hanging heavy against my thighs.

  Closing the gap she moved closer. “There is always another option. What did he say to you?”

  “It doesn't matter.”

  “What did he say? Did he threaten you?” Her eyes held firm, staring into me.

  “It doesn't matter, all that matters is I'm not letting it happen. I'm going to do his fight and that will be it. It will all be over, for both of us.” Shifting my body, I turned to face her.

  Her eyes ran over my tensed muscles, gazing at the ink shining under the sweat beading over my skin. “Is that right? You think it will end things?” Flicking her eyes up she said, “You don't my dad, Quinn. Nothing is ever truly over.”

  A half hearted laugh slipped off my tongue. “Oh it will be, I'm going to make sure of it. After this fight...” My eyes fell towards the floor. “Everything will be different.”

  I stared at the tiles, beige squares speckled with blue dots. Each one tucked so close to the next their separation was barely detectable. Her silhouette a hazy fog shadowed beside me.

  I could hear her breathing, the soft sip of her throat as she swallowed, her fingers twining around her hair nervously. Standing in silence, her movements were louder than the wind whipping across the rooftop outside.

  Wrenching my head up, Cadence was biting her lower lip. The delicate features of her profile glowed under the lighting.

  She's so beautiful. Every time I look at her I see more.

  The slight upturn of her nose, the way her black lashes create a frame around the crystal of her eyes, the natural pink hue of her lips.

  “How do you know things will be different after? How can you be sure? He's going to do what he wants to, he always does,” she said, moving her hands around behind her, thumbs digging into her pockets.

  “Because I'm not going to let him continue. He's done hurting you, Cadence.”

  “Why do you care?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

  Dipping my brows I said, “Why do I care?” My voice strained and drawn out. “Because you deserve better, you don't deserve this!”

  I wanted her to realize what she was worth, what she deserved. She didn't need to stand by that man, give him everything he asked for and get shit on. He used her, took advantage of his power as her father.

  In my eyes, that was done now. That was over the minute I claimed her.

  Cadence pushed out a forced sigh, rolling her eyes. “What do you know about what I deserve, huh?” Stepping closer, her mouth was pulled tight, razor thin. “You know nothing.” The words crept out through clenched teeth.

  “I know he uses you, I know-”

  “You don't know shit!”

  “Why do you defend him when you know I'm right? When you yourself has said he was bad a man?” Throwing my arms out to the side, I stepped into her.

  Her eyes squeezed tight, glaring at me under hooded lids. “Why do you think you can save me? You said you never break your word, but this fight, and the one you already did...” Her head cocked up higher. “You're no different, you just do what you want, just like him.”

  The heat radiating off her words burned through me. I'm nothing like him. She doesn't really think that.

  She can't.

  Without thinking, I grabbed her shoulders, digging my fingers in deep. Forcefully, I yanked her into my chest, my hands sliding up her neck, grabbing her roots and tugging her head back. She was forced to look up higher, a light breath of air seeped out from inside her lungs.

  I was pissed, I was nothing like her father.

  But her daring nature to challenge me...

  Sprung my cock to life, it throbbed painfully with raw desire. I was going to fuck her right here, right now.

  “What, are you going to hit me?” she asked softly, the sweet tone sounded so innocent.

  “No, I'm going to fuck your cunt.” Freeing a hand from her hair, I traced the curve of her hip, cupping and clinching her mound.

  Cadence pushed down into my palm, swaying against the pad. Her tongue ran across her lips, muscles tensing as her body quivered against mine.

  I felt her tremor, the heat bursting between her legs. My cock stood at full attention, pressing against my jeans, swelling angrily. My face was barely an inch from hers, so close I could see her skin lather from desire, the small droplets emerging as her body warmed.

  Her lips parted softly, eyes closing as her head pressed into my hand. “What makes you think I'm going to let you?” she whispered into the air.

  Gripping her hair tighter, I arched her head back further, her throat elongated as a single pant freed her mouth. “Because you haven't pushed me away.” I drew my tongue up her collar bone, following the muscle of her neck to her ear.

  Cadence moaned loudly, the sound hitting each wall and bouncing back, driving my cock harder into the zipper. I wanted her more right now in this moment than the first time I laid eyes on her.

  Her hot temper, intoxicating smell, the way she wanted to resist me but couldn't, it drove me fucking wild.

  Breathing hard on her throat, I glided my hand over her stomach, reaching her breast I squeezed firmly. Folding my fingers into the edge of her v-neck collar I tore it down. Her tits bounced free, nipples firmed and hard as diamonds.

  Draping my warm tongue across, I twirled around one and moved to the other, her back arched as she moaned. Releasing her hair, I held the small of her back, cradling her against my bulge.

  Cadence's hands pinned into my shoulders, her nails clawing into my flesh. She likes it a little rough. Her body is so hot right now, burning for me.

  God I fucking love this.

  I love... Whoa! No! Don't go there, Quinn!

  Briefly I had stunned myself, my head spun in confusion. I had never said, never mind even thought those words before. What the hell was happening here?

  I froze, every inch of me stood still.

  “What? What's wrong? Why did you stop?” she asked between inhales. Her eyes peered up at me, fingertips stretching up, tangling into my hair.

  Shake it off, focus. Just stop thinking. You can sort out feelings later, this is definitely not the time.

  Her fingers massaged my scalp, helping to force my mind clear. I wanted to be here, right now, no place else.

  The one thing I knew for sure was being next to Cadence was all I needed.

  Grabbing underneath her jaw, I pushed my lips against hers, our tongues wildly crashed together. She pulled my hair hard, dancing around the inside of my mouth. Fireworks lit up behind my eyes, buzzing with electricity, prickles shot across my skin.

  Stepping into her, I forced her back against the wall behind her, tearing at her pants I popped the button free. Her kisses rained over my chest, the muscles firmed to her touch.

  She slipped her jeans down, stepping out I kicked them to the side. Her silky pink panties covered her cunt. The center was darkened with her wet juices, sliding a finger between the gap of her thighs, I teased her pussy. Pressing the thin cloth between her lips, I pushed into her swollen clit.

  Cadence's head wrenched back, her hands fiercely ripped at my pants, freeing my hard erection. A soft whimper expelled as she wrapped her hand around my length.

  “Mm, you want that? You want to feel my cock inside you?” Licking my l
ips, I traced the outline of her pussy.

  “Stop teasing me and fuck me already. Before I change my mind.” Her lip curled to one side, hand stroking me from the fury base to the reddened tip. Her finger swirled the pearly drip of pre-cum over the ridge.

  Pinning her against the wall, I tore her panties off, the fabric splitting in my fingers, falling to the floor. Dipping my hands into the creases of her thighs and her ass, I lifted her up.

  Her teeth dug into my shoulder, the smooth edges gripping my flesh, the twinge of pain charging my nerves. Shivers rode through my body, curling my toes. Pressing her firmly against the wall, I guided my cock into her wetness. The sheath heating my belly as I slid inside.

  “Ahh,” she moaned loudly, her nails dragging across my back, the skin opening gently as she clawed.

  Pushing myself in deeper, the full length stretching her walls to their limit. My hand lifted to her throat, holding her in place against the cement wall. Gripping tightly, her face flushed a bright cherry as she moaned loudly into my ear.

  Her body gyrated against mine, rising and falling with my thrust. Her nipples perked, leaning in I bit down, rolling them between my teeth, each one firming harder the tighter I clenched.

  I watched the sweat trickle down her chest, falling over her ribs to her belly. Noticing another drop about to break, I licked it off. The salty taste, mixed with her sweet scent pushed my wanton need into an animalistic rage.

  “God, you taste so good,” I mustered out, my lungs struggling to fill with air.

  Cadence shifted her hand to mine, pushing it harder into her neck. “Harder, fuck me harder.” My grip forced her words to be hushed and full of air as she spoke.

  Her pussy milked my cock, squeezing tightly around my thickness, goosebumps jumped across her skin. Her moans now loud screams as my hand freed her neck, falling to clench her ass.

  She was closing in on ecstasy. Her body riding my cock harder, forcing herself down as far as she could go. Her cunt was a waterfall, soaking my skin, sliding effortlessly over my shaft.

  I could feel my dick tensing, balls pulling tightly up. I was about to cum, ready to shoot my creamy juice. Her body shivered, a long drawn out moan floated off her tongue, every muscle suddenly went limp.