Slam: A Bad Boy Romance (14 page)

He thinks he can bribe me, scare me into doing what he wants.

Not a chance in hell.

A pinching sensation split through my wrist, my fists had balled on reflex, the injured hand still sore from the fight.

Exhaling heavily, I shook the tingles away. That man drove spikes through my core, he wants to keep me from his daughter, from what is mine. But I'll find a way to keep her, every inch of her was worth it.

Lifting myself off the couch, I walked into the small galley kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed the carton of milk, the smooth creamy feel layered my throat. A soft gasp exhaled as I wiped my lips.

And all I could picture was her pussy, dripping with juice, silky and glistening. I couldn't shake that image from my skull, it sat there, heavy and melting its way into the muscle.

Pulling the phone from my pocket, I scrolled down to her name. I was finally able to convince her to give me her number after I took her to see the kids. She was fucking resistant as hell.

It seemed like I was trying to squeeze blood from a stone. She bit her fingers, glanced sideways, and stumbled on her words. I knew her resistance was because of that asshole who called himself the Macro.

Cadence told me she had rules, even with her phone. That was the most insane thing I had heard in a long time. She was a grown fucking woman, her full figure and tight pussy told me that enough.

But, she ran through the guidelines for me to have her number. No calling during working hours, no calling between nine in the morning and eleven. Glancing at the time, it was five and she should be at work.

Fuck, I'm not going to let that man dictate everything, especially when it comes to me!

Staring at the window, rain drops patted against the glass. The ticking echoed loudly through the thin walls. I've lost a lot of myself, but Cadence sparked a piece of light that had smoldered.

Her smile sent prickles down my spine. Her eyes sparkled with life, even with the shit she had to deal with.

Fuck, she made my cock so hard it hurt. Resting my hands on the counter, my head fell forward, I can't wait anymore, I need her now.

Grabbing the bulge growing in my pants, I pushed my palm against it. That woman made every piece of me ache to feel her.

Thumbing the button to hit call, the light dimmed and brightened, her name glowing across the screen. Running my hand through my hair, I couldn't stop myself.

Fuck her father and the rules.

The ringing tone hit my drums, two rings, then three. I wasn't sure if she was even going to answer.

Shit, voice mail.

The computerized words cradled against my ear. Clicking end, I threw the phone onto the counter.

This woman had her nails dug so far into my gut,  they twisted around a piece of my existence that had been dulled by the scars of my life for so long.

I felt like a newborn inhaling its first breath of air, the crisp oxygen expanded my lungs. My heart was thumping to a real beat, the heat pushing blood into every vein.

Life flowed again for more than my own comfort.

Listening to the tapping of rainfall, my eyes fixed on the phone. The reverberating noise filled my insides, mixing with her image and the numbing desire to caress her.

Grabbing the phone, I dialed again. I wasn't going to let her father hover his control over her anymore, rules are meant to be broken.

Pushing the speaker close, the ringing traced small circles around my ear. “Hello?” The words floated into my head with such ease, a soothing melody that calmed my nerves.

“Cadence, it's Quinn,” I said, slightly surprised she had even picked up. I knew she was at the bar, her voice was muffled under a whisper.

The music was blaring in the background, voices rising and falling behind her, made it difficult to even make out her already quiet words. “What? Why are you calling me now? You know I can't talk.”

“Sounds to me like your talking just fine. Busy?” Cracking a smile to myself.

“Quinn, this is not a good time. I told you that.”

I could hear her rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, rule one, don't call you at work. In case you haven't noticed, sweetheart, I'm not one for rules.”

“Right, they don't apply to you. I can't talk long, what is it?”

“What are you doing after work tonight? I've got a friend here who misses you.” Even hearing her voice made my cock stiff, thickening against my jeans. I could see her lips moving when I closed my eyes. The delicate skin sheathing my length, wrapped around tightly.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You called me for that?” I could hear in her tone she tried to tug her smile down, but I knew it gleamed across her face.

“Don't tell me your pussy isn't aching too?” Running my tongue across my bottom lip, I gripped my shaft.

Exhaling into the phone she said, “Oh, nope. Sorry you have the wrong number.”

'Click.'

I knew instantly, The Macro had made his presence known.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I paced around my kitchen. I should have been going out  to look for a job, checking the local sites, doing anything to make sure I didn't end up out on the street.

Yet, Cadence was all I could think about. I wanted to see her, feel her. I wanted to make sure her father knew his daughter was now mine.

I wanted him to know there wasn't shit he could do about it.

Grabbing my wallet, I pulled on a plain, gray t-shirt and headed out the door.

It was time for a drink.

Walking the few blocks to the bar, I thought it was warmer than usual for April. The tepid weather gave way to large drops of water hitting hard across the pavement. The air was thick with moisture, hitting my chest with force.

It reminded me of Rainee, the time we had spent as kids outside during the summer, launching our bikes off homemade ramps into large, inviting puddles.

I tried desperately to push him from my thoughts. He sat there in the back of my mind everyday, every moment, but the pain was too much to truly feel. I wouldn't let myself hurt like that, to feel the loss completely, it would have killed me, so I buried it.

Shaking my head, the water spiraled across my face, running down my skin. As it landed on my chest, I closed my eyes, pushing Rainee from my head.

I needed to focus on my new goal. Cadence.

Since there were so many fucking rules in place, I was ready to break them all.

My stomach began to twist, toiling with excitement to see her. Her body sent chills through my spine. She was the adrenaline ready to hit my veins, purging every inch with burning desire.

Tugging the door open, the air, thick and musty, revitalized my senses. With that knowing sensation she would be in my vision in an instant, my heart beat against my ribs, my cock thickened with need.

Standing in the door way, the crowd deafening my ears, I searched for my muse. Looking towards the bar, her back was facing me. The tight purple shirt holding her sides enhanced the arch of her back.

That's exactly what I needed. Damn, she's fucking sexy.

Pausing for a time, my eyes inhaled her beauty, watching her from a distance. Her hips rocked back and forth, spine dipping in as she reached up for a glass, the subtle peek of flesh around her waist made my cock throb.

Weaving through the crowd, I approached the bar. Still resting in the shadows, I stood to the side, waiting for her to finally spot me. Pushing into the wall beside me, my shoulders crushed the cement blocks, elbows folded over each other.

My grin split wide as her eyes expanded, the blue darkening. A deep, vast ocean of surprise and excitement was painted in her expression. Her lips parted, hands gripping her hips. “What are you doing here?” A thin brow arched upwards.

“Why do you think I'm here? The fucking booze, of course,” I said teasing, slipping into the free seat at the bar. “Hit me with a shot, babe.”

“Quinn, really? Now is not the time-”

“I'm a paying customer, you can't kick me out.” Winking at Cadence, my lip tugged up while I threw a twenty down.

A soft growl slid through her teeth. “You're going to get me in trouble.” She lifted the small glass, the dark liquid splashed against the walls.

“Aren't you already in trouble? I do believe you hung up on me, you'll get your punishment later.” Tossing the drink back, I slammed the glass down.

“Fuck, Quinn! Not now! I'm serious, my father is always watching. You should go, just go home, I'll call you later.”

This woman was confusing, she wants me, knows she needs me, hates her life, and still aims to keep that asshole happy.
Why is she kissing his damn ass? He hasn't done anything for her.

Can't she see what I would do for her?

I would treat her like the goddess she was, make sure she had every thing she ever wanted. If I could package up the fucking moon and serve it to her on a silver platter... I would.

“Who cares what he's doing? Does this face look like it gives a shit about what your father might be doing?” Tilting my head, eyes blank and empty.

Cadence leaned in close, her voice whispering across into my ear. “I honestly don't give a fucking shit either, unfortunately I don't have a choice.” Her back straightened, muscles tensed.

Knowing she felt that she had no control over herself or her life sent a fire into my gut, a burning pain seared through my bones. She was worth more than she realized, her life was dependent on one lone person.

I was going to change that.

“You think that? That you have to just bow your head and do what he says?”

She stared at me, words not forming against her tongue, an empty glare met my eyes. She didn't have to speak, her silence spoke for her.

Shaking my head I said, “You're wrong. And I'm going to prove it.”

“What are you going to do, Quinn? Huh?” She raised her hand, twirling it in the air. “Are you going to whisk me away and lavish me with everything I've ever wanted since I was a little girl?”

“Yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do.” I didn't waiver in my answer. The words came out strong and blunt.

“Bull-shit! You can't do that, you can't give me empty promises.” Her eyes narrowed, glaring down her nose at me.

“I'm not feeding you lines, Cadence. I'm serious. What have I told you before? I always stand by what I say.” Gripping her wrist, I yanked her to the wood, leaning in, I brought my lips to her ear. “And I will spend as much time as I need showing you that you deserve more.”

Her cheeks blushed, lashes fluttering against my face, their tiny wings licking my skin. My dick thickened with the gentle touch. Her lips grazed mine, their soft velvet feel drawing me in.

I wanted to tear her from behind the bar, wrap my tongue over her ear and nibble her earlobe. Drawing a finger over her chin, I softly pushed the tousled strand of hair behind her ear.

Run away with me, there's nothing here for you. I can take you from here, show you a life without scars.
I wanted to send those words into her ear, fill her mind with the pleasantries of what her life could be and not what she thought it had to be.

A familiar raspy voice floated over my shoulder, pulling me from our moment, our tiny bubble we had found in this horrid place. “Well, well, well. Look who it is, the fucking stain from my briefs,” Nico said.

“Ha! Stain from your briefs... Good one. That's original, and it also gives a lesson in your hygiene.” The grizzly smirk spread across my jaw. “Or should I say, lack there of?”

“Fuck you, prick.” Nico gritted his teeth, his black eyes set deep in their sockets.

“Am I the prick here?” I pushed my hair from my forehead, straightening my back, muscles tightening with disgust. “I think you have that backwards.”

An anamalistic groan rolled through his teeth. I watched his fists ball by his sides, arms stiffen as his shoulders rose towards his ears. “I would love to knock your smart ass remarks down your throat, but the Macro needs to see you.”

Cadence twisted her head, muscles loosening, lips falling toward the ground. “What did you say?”

“I said your daddy wants to talk to him. What, you couldn't understand that?”

Shaking her head, her hand flailed across between us. “No, no, that's not happening. You can go tell him I said that.” She stood completely still, nostrils flaring with every inhale.

Even in her anger, I watched her tits engorge with air, chest puffed up against the fabric. The subtle display of emotions tore through her insides. The only thing holding her back from screaming, was the hard shell wrapping her flesh.

“I'm not your fucking pigeon, go tell him yourself.” Nico wrapped his fingers into the tail hanging against his neck, tugging on the elastic to tighten it.

Cadence glared at him, thinning her lids, her lips pulled tight against her jaw. “Nico, go tell my father-” Silencing her with my hand I jolted from my seat. Nico jumped slightly, his hands balled tight.

Fucking pussy, he thought I was going to hit him! What a joke.
Seeing his reaction, the intimidation he felt towards me, it felt fucking awesome.

He had walked around here treating everyone like shit, walking over Cadence, abusing the power he thought he had.

With me around, he was still an asshole, but his tone was a lot more pleasant.

“Alright, let's go talk,” I said, holding my arms out.

“Quinn, no! Don't do this, he's dragging you into his games.” Her tensed, open gaze pleaded with me.

“Cadence, it's fine. I'm just going to tell him the same thing I already did.” Reaching out, I grasped her wrist. Yanking her in hard, I leaned into her face.

Her breath was warm against my skin, prickles shot up over my neck, her sweet scent tangled itself around my pores. Bringing my thumb to her cheek, I ran it down slowly, following the fragile outline of her throat.

I could feel her body shiver, a tender pant expelled behind her glistening lips. Firmly, I squeezed the back of her neck, pressing my lips against hers. I expected her to resist, to push me away with so many eyes upon us. Her father was only a room away, his fucking bitch standing right beside me.

But, she didn't, she pushed harder. Her tongue glided across mine, hand digging into my hair, tugging at the roots, kissing me as if it would be the last time.