Marshall: A Bad Boy Romance

by Kara Hart

  “Really!” I say, stepping inside his house. “I’m sure it’s more exciting than my last few days.”

  Inside his house, it’s nicely put together, much nicer than my last visit. He’s really put in some effort, all for me, and I’m just using him for his information. I feel like a total asshole. Well, it’s not only about that for me. If he only wasn’t a cop, I could bring him with me. We could leave this stupid place together…

  He sits down on his couch and smooths out a spot for me. “What do you do anyway?” he asks me. “You’ve got all this free time. You’re lucky.”

  I look away for a brief moment and he catches me. I didn’t even think about preparing myself for a question like this. Shit. “I, uh…” I stutter. “I kind of did some questionable work for a while.” I look down, awkwardly. Sex work? Drugs? What kind of work am I even implying? It’s a bad lie.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” he eyes me, curiously.

  “Advertisement,” I laugh. A quick recovery. “It’s the most evil profession a person can get into. You’re wasting your time on the street criminals. You should be locking people like me up.”

  He cracks up and jumps up from the couch, over to the bar area. “You got me there for a second!” he says. “My heart was racing.”

  “That’s what I’m here for,” I say. My heart is racing. He points to the big selection of bottles. “Get me a vodka tonic?”

  “Coming right up,” he says.

  He pours the drinks and sits back down. “So you want to hear about my day?” he asks.

  “I do.” I don’t even have to act interested. I am interested.

  He leans back, looking pleased with himself. He puts his arm around me and pulls out his phone. He shows me a picture. It’s a picture of a bank, but not the bank we’re hitting. Already, I’m happy. “What is this? A bank? Did another one get robbed?” I ask him, playing dumb.

  He laughs. “No, no. I wish another one would happen. I know it’s wrong, but we’re getting pretty stumped out there. I hate admitting that. But that’s how these things go.”

  “So what’re you going to do? You’re staking this place out or something?” I ask him. He’s already given me too much. If he’s staying in one area, we’re good. We’re golden.

  “Yes, ma’am. Until they hit some place else. Then, I guess it’s back to the drawing board. These things usually happen in threes,” he says, eyeing me to see if I’m impressed by the big task he’s got. I’m assuming he thinks he’ll win this battle and draw me in further. He’s wrong though. Very wrong. Before he knows it, I’ll be gone. I’ll be on the coast of Europe, drinking a glass of red wine, happy as can be. I can’t wait.

  “Well, you have to catch the guys,” I say.

  He gives me a long, hard, and serious stare. “Who said they were guys?” he asks me. I start to freak out, but he bursts out laughing. “Just kidding. Of course they’re guys. And we’ll catch them. We always do.”

  I laugh alongside with him, but things aren’t sitting right for me. At least he thinks there’s going to be more jobs in the future. This is the only one though. None will come after. He’ll be sitting, waiting and twirling his thumbs.

  “Hey, want to do something fun?” he asks me.

  “I love a little fun,” I smile, biting my lower lip.

  “Well come on, then. I figure we could use some excitement,” he says, taking me by the hand. He pulls me into his garage and turns on the light. Inside is an old motorcycle. “Want to ride?”

  My eyes light up. “Whoa, I haven’t ridden one of these in years!” I exclaim. I haven’t since I was a kid. It’s kind of a coincidence, really. The other day I was thinking a motorcycle might make a perfect getaway vehicle.

  “Hop on,” he says, getting on himself. He pushes the garage door open with a button. “And don’t forget to hold on tight, honey.”

  My hands grip tightly around his pecs, slowly moving downwards. I feel his tight abs and close my eyes, pressing my face against his shoulder. Before I know it, we’re flying out of the garage, going at least 80 on some neighborhood streets. He’s speeding around some turns and definitely breaking the law, and he’s scaring me to death.

  But I like seeing him like this. He screams against the wind, something cheesy like “yee-haw,” and I find myself doing it right after him, because in this moment we’re nothing that we’ve built ourselves up to be. We’re just living. We’re free. In the end, this is what we should be, I think to myself. Again, I fall against his shoulder and feel the solid heartbeat of this man who could end my freedom any second. And even though this is the sad truth of things, I feel okay about it. Anyway, I’m not as hung up about it in the moment.

  We turn off onto a dusty trail and it gets a little rough, so I’m forced to hold on tighter. “Almost there,” he says. I can’t stop fucking smiling. This is it. The highest I’ll feel until I’m where I need to be. I know it. The trail starts to climb and we’re face to face with a steep edge of a mountain. We keep going until we turn around at the very top.

  “Here, at last,” he smiles, a little out of breath. He turns the bike off and gets off.

  “That drive was a little unexpected,” I laugh, fixing my hair.

  He completely ignores me in the most charming way, that it almost makes me sick. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, reclaiming the air in his lungs. He looks confident, and a little bit somber, which hits me hard. Of course, I fall. I fall harder than he does. When he runs his hands above my ear and through my hair, I glance away for a second, only to feel my chest sink with emotions.

  “You’re just saying that,” I tell him. I don’t know what else to say. It can’t be. We can’t be “a thing.” It’s just not in our cards.

  “Only, I’m not. This is real. This isn’t a dream. You’re here in front of me and we can do anything our hearts desire,” he says, full of hope and wonder. It’s inspiring. It’s uplifting. It’s everything every girl in the world dreams about. But what am I going to do about it?

  “I wish that was true,” I say.

  He gets down on his knees, covering himself in dirt. “What do you want me to do to get you to react like a human being?” he asks. If he wasn’t right in his assessment of me, I would be offended. “Just be here with me. For one night, at least.”

  “Okay,” I say, tears filling my eyes. I hold them open so they don’t splash out onto my face. I don’t want him to know how pained I am. I don’t ever want him to know the decision I’m going to have to make. It’s not fair, but it is my fault. And sometimes you have to live with the choices you make.

  “Tonight is our night,” I smile, feeling the tears disappear. I can smile again, even if it comes from a different place. Tonight, I’ll have to play the part. Tonight, we’ll be lovers as if this night were forever.

  He kisses my jeans and I do him a favor and unbutton the top button. He looks at me, not smiling anymore, and unbuttons the rest of them with his teeth. I feel my lower body grow warm. All of the blood in my body floods downwards. “Yes,” I moan. “Oh, God, yes.”

  I feel so… invested in this. All of my emotions are just there. Right now, I’m his, and it’s not just some drunken hookup. He’s not just some guy at the bar. I know it’s so soon, but we have an unshakeable bond together, and I don’t care how wrong that is or how short-lived it might be. This night will live on in my memories.

  He pulls my jeans down as I throw my heels to the dirt. Soon enough, all my clothes are off and he leans me against a boulder. I feel the slight heat from the day still radiating from the rock as it pushes against my ass and back. I spread my legs aside as he slides his tongue against me. This time, he’s not trying to please me. He’s not “going with the motions.” He’s just enjoying me.

  When I look down at him, it truly looks like he was born to do this. His tongue falls flat and wide and covers every single part of me. Every fold gets engulfed as he swipes up and down. Then, when I feel a slight tinge of electricity start to
build inside of me, he goes further.

  Not only does he fit three fingers firmly inside, pushing them in and out in the most sensual manner, he also begins sucking away. He sucks and pulls back like a suction cup. Every now and then, he lets go and looks up at me with those deep, masculine eyes, whispering, “This is what you want. Isn’t it? You want more of this, don’t you?”

  There’s no question about it. I do. I just nod and let my head fall back. Up in the sky, the stars are shining bright. The air is much cooler up here, but my body is heating up by the second. All around us are the sounds of desert life, humming their song. And when he curls his fingers against that soft spot of mine, I howl like a fucking coyote.

  “OHHHH!” I scream. “Yeeeesssss!”

  I convulse and he just picks up speed. My mind is racing and I’m dizzy with pleasure. He picks me up off that rock with all his strength and power, and sets me down onto his lap. His cock goes right inside of me.

  He starts pounding me, back against the rock, as my body continues to spasm. I look at his eyes and he kisses me. “Keep looking at me,” he whispers. “Just like that. Don’t look away.”

  He grabs my face and I smile, so fucking turned on by him. He’s revealing everything he likes. He’s deep. He’s nothing like I thought he was. “Oh, Marshall,” I whisper back. “You fuck me so good.”

  He nearly dies. He lets out of a deep sound, almost like a lion roar, and holds me close to him. “Don’t you dare let me go,” I say. “Keep cumming for me, baby.”

  I can feel his cock expanding and contracting inside of me. Slowly, it inches its way back to its normal self. He presses his cheek against mine and we’re both gasping for air. At the bottom of the trail, we can hear hikers, which makes us both laugh.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” I say. “Where’d you learn to fuck like that, Mister? Surely, not the Police Academy.”

  We both grab our clothing quickly and get back on the bike. He’s laughing and feeling good about himself. I’m doing exactly the same. “Hell no. Most of those guys are fools with women. I guess they don’t get paid enough to care about eating pussy, right?” He laughs some more. “I just found a woman whose taste, looks, and wild personality I can’t get out of my mind. It’s bad, woman.”

  I place my head against his shoulder again and close my eyes. God dammit. Why does the heart have to be so complicated? I guess other girls don’t have this problem because they make normal choices, or maybe they just had some better chances in this life.

  Either way, I can’t reflect on it too much because I’ve already decided on something. Tonight, I’m going to spend the night.

  14

  Marshall

  I’m used to the blurry alcoholic nights. The ones where you stumble and puke, and fuck and fight, until you find yourself laying down face first in a ditch. Yeah, I’m used to that kind of shit. I actually thought that kind of thing was fun for a while. That is, until I met my Virginia.

  She’s sweeter than sugar, softer than vanilla ice cream, and spicier than panaeng curry. Of course, I’m feeling pretty blessed right now. In fact, I couldn’t even get to sleep last night because I was too exhilarated from the night before. There’s so much shit I want to do with this girl now. I have this weird feeling like I need to tell her all my wildest dreams. She makes me want to live. I ain’t ever had that kind of a feeling before.

  It’s scary as hell, but sometimes you have to jump right now. If she ends up hurting me, so be it. Everything that happens in life, happens for a reason. There’s nothing different about this.

  When I wake up, I expect her to be gone. I expect that the warm body that I feel underneath my arms is nothing more than a pillow that she switched from under me. But I press my body forward and I feel her ass against my cock, and it’s confirmed: she’s still here. I kiss her back and smell her again, like a breath of fresh air.

  “Mm, I could get used to this,” I say. I kiss her cheek and crawl on top of her, opening my eyes. She presses her ass up against me some more.

  “Then get used to it, big boy. Show me what you’ve got,” she says, sleepy, but clearly horny.

  I push myself inside and immediately feel her warmth. I grab her tits and hold them firm in my hands. I push in and out, in and out, until finally, I cum.

  “That was quick,” she laughs, jumping out of bed. I slap her ass before she can get away.

  “I gotta go to work, dammit. Last day on the stakeout,” I tell her. I shouldn’t be telling her any of this shit. But she’s so far away from this case that I doubt it even matters. Though, if Adam knew I was telling any woman our information, he’d have me fired in an instant. The bastard. Of course he’d do me in.

  I hear the sink running and finally she comes out. “That’s fine,” she says, smiling big. She pounces on me like a cat and kisses my lips, covering me in her hair. “I have to visit some friends, anyway.”

  “Friends?” I ask her. “When are you going to invite me out with them?”

  “I don’t know if you’d get along,” she says, jumping back off and grabbing her clothes.

  “Why, ‘cause I’m a cop?” I start to get a little annoyed and a little hurt.

  “Exactly,” she laughs.

  “What the hell is everyone’s problem with us?” I bark. “It’s like the world’s turned on all of us now. I don’t get it.”

  “You ruin people’s fun.” She shrugs, cold as ice. “Not you. Calm down, Marshall. You’re different, of course. I’m just saying. If there’s something exciting happening in this country, there’s usually some police there bringing people down a notch.”

  I groan, but don’t actually say anything. She’s probably right, anyway. When’s the last time I went to a party? She’s younger than me. She knows what it’s like. I’m so outside of the spectrum, it’s crazy. But why can’t people just wait to go to a good bar, and relax?

  “Last night was perfect,” she says, with honest eyes. She still looks stunning. “Let’s do it again soon. Please.”

  “Just call me when you’re free,” I say. She kisses me again and then messes up my hair.

  “Bye, Marshall.”

  “Bye.” The door closes. “Baby...”

  Back in Adam’s car, back to this stakeout business, I feel my boredom start to kick in again. “You think this is it?” I ask him, eyeing him carefully. “Is this the big day?”

  He smiles, looking cocky. He pulls off to the side and parks near the old bar we’ve been racking up a bill in. “This is our big day,” he says. “I can feel it.”

  “Good,” I say. “It’s good to feel things every now and then.”

  “You don’t think I’m right do you?” he asks. “You think I’m going to fuck this up. I may be newer than you, but I know a thing or two about criminals. I studied them in college.”

  He makes me laugh. Every time he speaks, he reveals a whole new part of himself that I’ve never heard before. “College?” I look at him.

  “Yes, sir. Four years at the University down here,” he says, proud of his achievements. I suppose he should be in a way. “Criminal Psychology. It was difficult, but I came out with a real understanding of the criminal mind.”

  “Oh, come on, Adam. You came out with your head in your ass, from too much partying. Don’t try to talk to me about college. You don’t fully understand the criminal mind until you’ve lived with criminals. Not until you’ve been subject to their bullshit, day in and day out, do you understand what kind of people they are,” I say. I motion for the lady to come over so we can order some steaks and a drink. “Besides, these are bank robbers. This ain’t some Silence of the Lambs type of shit.”

  “How you doing, sweeties?” the waitress asks us.

  Adam groans. I take the liberty to respond nicely. “Well, we’re doing pretty good over here, only my friend and I have a bet we’d like you to settle,” I say.

  “A bet?” her eyebrows begin to rise. She’s intrigued. “What kind of a bet?”

  “Well, my
partner here said he thought you were around 40,” I begin to say. Adam looks mortified. I love playing games with him. He’s so sensitive. I continue, “But I was saying you must be only about 29. Which one us is right?”

  “Oh you!” she slaps my arm with the menu and I laugh friendly with her. “I’m 57. You’re both wrong. You owe me a drink!”

  “Ha!” I slap the table. “A drink it is, honey.”

  “What’re you having?” she asks.

  “Two steaks. Medium rare. Two beers. Uncooked please,” I wink.

  “Coming right up,” she smiles.

  “You always gotta drink, don’t you?” he shakes his head.

  Just before I can shrug, my damn radio goes off and it’s not sounding good. “God damn!” one officer yells. “They got it guys, pursuit in process.”

  I grab the radio and call in. “Don’t let them out of your sights, dammit!”

  “Female in pursuit. I repeat, female in pursuit!” the radio beckons. A female? Well, I’ll be…

  “Sorry honey, we gotta get out of here. Here’s some cash for you. Thank you, kindly,” I say, running out of the bar. I turn to Adam who looks completely shocked and say, “You owe me two steaks and two beers, dumbass.”

  15

  Virginia

  “Pull over!” a rickety, old police car yells on the megaphone behind me. I’ve got this feeling of absolute uncertainty right now. I opted for the motorcycle. I found one that worked at the junk yard, one that could do the job and could be destroyed right after.

  But now, I realize it’s only put a target on me, and not my partners, who opted for a faster car. Figures. But there are some tight alleyways up ahead. I know them like the back of my hand. I just have to make it over there in time.

  “No cops in sight,” Craig announced as we arrived on the scene. He didn’t think they’d respond as fast as they did. I kept screaming at him, “In and out, in and out!” But it didn’t matter. Things were going wrong. People weren’t getting down fast enough. The bank tellers weren’t playing by the rules. This usually doesn’t happen, but in Texas, you never know how people are going to react. There are a lot of heroes in this state.