Bad Romance

by L Kirk

  When I reached for the doorknob of the fraternity house it gave under my movements and opened. I stepped inside and knew then, at that moment, I was finished.

  Empty.

  It was all gone.

  As if they never even existed. I stumbled back out of the house and fell to my knees and cried. I finally, after nearly a month, screamed.

  “Oh shit, Clara!”

  Shannon came running across the yard. It vaguely registered that she must’ve taken the flight right after me if she was just catching up to me. She pulled me into her arms was trying to shush me and comfort me. It wasn’t going to work. Nothing was going to work anymore. Dax—was gone. Shannon got me a glass of some sort of really strong amber-colored liquor and forced me to drink it. I was warm and numb by the time she got me back to my room and tucked in.

  “I’m so sorry, Clara.” She curled in next to me and she slept. Me, I stared up at the ceiling and the next day I got up before her and went to the only place I knew I would be safe from emotions—the comic book store. I would just hide inside my immaturity again.

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  Shannon dragged me out at five in the morning with a group of about twelve of us to Disneyland for New Years’ Eve. I wasn’t in the mood but I wanted her to feel as if she was making this difference in my life. There really wasn’t a difference to be made. Dax made his choice. I tried to call them all last night, and with each number came the, ‘This number is no longer in service’ message. I went totally numb at that point. So it was over. As we walked past JoJo’s Train and stopped in front of Dumbo to get in line for the Merry Go Round, I realized I just wanted to go home. I looked up at Shannon and she gave me that sad smile. She didn’t know how to not pity me. She was a ‘get over it’ kinda girl. I was a ‘I just lost the love of my life’ kinda girl and was going to feel every second of the agony. Pathetic, I know, but I didn’t care. Love was ugly and dramatic and I was going to feel every damned inch of my pain.

  “Go.” She nudged her head. I gave her a quick hug and made my way through the nearly unbearable crowds of Disneyland until I finally made it through the castle. I stopped and looked out over the bridge. The crowd seemed to part and then it all stopped. Everyone moved in slow motion. I tried to blink away that feeling of being caught underwater. When my eyes opened he was gone. I moved forward and the crowd went in a wave and cleared.

  Dax.

  He was standing in the middle of the wishing star, hands all casual in his pockets with that crooked smirk on his full lips. He looked healthy, fresh, and alive.

  I was shoving, running, calling out for him and he didn’t move. He waited for me to get to him and when I did I threw myself at him. He grunted and I reeled back.

  “Oh no you fucking don’t.” He pulled me back in and his lips were against mine. Hungry, starved, and rough.

  He was kissing me like I gave him life. As if we would collapse to the ground right now if he didn’t eat me alive with his kiss. Finally he pulled away and I acted on instinct. I slapped him.

  Ouch.

  Didn’t think that through.

  “You’re here.”

  He was rubbing his cheek and laughing. “Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He brushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

  I did it again. I slapped him.

  “What took you so long? Your phone is disconnected, the house empty! I thought─”

  He pulled me into his body and his big, muscular arms came around me. His hand was flat against my lower back and he was brushing his thumb back and forth over the sliver of exposed skin. Dax looked down at me like he wanted to eat me. He licked his lips and I felt my body tremble and my fingers brushed over the little hairs at the back of his neck. His blue eyes glittered with mischief.

  “You left me,” I finished, tears of relief leaking.

  “No, baby. We didn’t expect you to come home. No one was calling because they took me to DC to get better care. No one had time. The phones were cut off for protection, our location was—classified.” He grinned and he just felt all kinds of bad ass, I could tell.

  He leaned down and ran his tongue down my neck, then back up. His lips nuzzled my ear. “I need to fuck you, Clara. I need to bottom out in that tight little cunt and remember to breathe again.”

  Gulp.

  Dax Trenton was back.

  We turned to head out of the park and cheering and whooping sounded behind us. I turned to see Shannon, Todd, and Paul all watching us, very amused.

  My shitty friends were shits.

  I gave them the bird and Shannon just took that wrong. “Yeah, get it, girl!”

  I rolled my eyes and we left. We were going home. I was going home with Dax. A Dax Trenton that was alive and whole and really wanted to fuck me. On the way home he fingered me until I came twice. Then once his car was parked out front he threw me over his shoulder and raced me up the stairs to my room. He didn’t wait. This wasn’t slow or planned. No one was going to have patience anymore as our clothes were ripped, pulled, and stripped from us. Then he was inside me. He drove in with brutal force, and the pain that mixed with the pleasure of his big cock filling me was bliss. I clawed at his back, my legs coming up around his waist until my heels dug into his steel slab of ass. He started to move and he growled.

  “Fuck, you’re wet for me. Your slippery little pussy is all fucking mine! You feel that?”

  I just moaned.

  “Yeah, that’s my dick inside you. I’m going to come and mark you all over again.” He sped up pumping inside me. He leaned back and grabbed my legs. Lifting my ass from the bed, he dropped my legs over his shoulder. Dax bent over me and pounded, thrusting in and out. I screamed as I came nearly instantly.

  “That’s it, baby. Eat that cock. Suck that big dick with your juicy little cunt.”

  His dirty words spurred me on and I was melting as he pounded away at me. Frantic, angry, and starving. I could feel his cock pulse inside me and he was pulling out. I screamed and he flipped me over.

  “Face down, ass up, baby.”

  He lifted my hips up high and the side of my face was pressed against the bedding. I felt his tongue slide from my clit to my asshole and I let out a sigh. It was powerful, sexy as hell and God I needed him in me until I couldn’t walk.

  His cock was nudging at me again and he was once again pounding inside. I was mewling as he hit my spot with each hard thrust. One hand cupped my boob and the other strummed my clit with this featherlight touch that sent me right over again.

  “Fuck,” he growled and he was coming. I could feel the hot jets of his seed filling me up and if he wasn’t holding me up I would’ve fallen to the bed.

  He brought us both down from the orgasmic high and gently slipped from my body. I savored it. It could’ve been wrong that I used sex to reconnect us. Or rather I allowed sex to connect us. But no one had the right to judge our love. This was ours. No one else came close to feeling the love I felt. I loved Dax Trenton more than anyone loved in this entire world. We were the missing pieces of one another’s jigsaw puzzle. I rested my head on his chest and felt his heart beat. A small smile tugged my lips as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  “What now?” I whispered.

  He shifted and pulled me up until I was straddling his lap. His once again growing erection rubbed my swollen and sensitive pussy lips. He leaned back against the mountains of pillows on my bed. He looked damned good in my bed. Much better than Shannon. Dax leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He pulled with his teeth and I was grinding against his cock.

  “That’s it baby, take it,” he rumbled against my boob. He released my aching little nub with a wet pop and looked up at me. He was moving my hips in a slow circular motion, his strong hands gripping my hips as he talked. “I don’t break you again. And I fuck the shit out of you until you realize I ain’t gonna get killed that easy.”

  I smiled when he drove up inside me. Damn.

  “Sounds good to me,” I mumbled before I rod
e him into my own orgasm. Midnight came quickly, the sounds of celebration loud in our little college town. I sat naked on my kitchen counter with a glass of champagne in my hands. He clinked our glasses.

  “To fucking love.”

  “To fucking love.” I smiled and took a drink. Then he took us back upstairs and one more time loved me. This time it was slow, sweet, and he learned every inch of me.

  I fucking loved Dax Trenton.

  The End

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  Author Note

  Thank you so much for reading my first solo published book. This was the most exciting and nerve wracking adventure I’ve ever taken on. The book takes place in a few of my favorite places. Claremont is a quiet little down next to mine, and all the shops, including A Shop Called Quest are among my favorites. Disneyland is something I had to add into my book. I’d always imagined the scene at the end and being kissed in the middle of the wishing star in front of the castle. It hasn’t happened yet—looks to hubby—so I gave it to Dax and Clara, I trusted them enough with it.

  Please don’t forget to leave a review. Good or bad they all help readers make their choices on what to read.

  I wanted to also bring up a few things. This book was meant as a stand-alone. I had no intention of continuing this as a series. Then, as the book started to come to a close, Cat and Todd started to talk to me as a couple. As you were seeing things from Clara’s POV and Dax, my mind was playing more. I’m not saying it is going to happen right away. But I will tell you Todd has suddenly become Dax level demanding and alpha in my brain with wanting his own HEA. Then Shannon sparked to life—yeah. This is me telling you right now that perhaps, when what I have listed is written, the rest of the characters in the book could get their own. I became so totally connected to all of them and my sweet little quiet, Cat. She has one hell of a horrible background and I want her to have something nice.

  Once again I thank you for reading! I hope you continue on with all of Bonnie Bliss’s adventures in the future.

  L. Kirk

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