She turned her hand and interlaced her fingers with mine. “Okay, Slam, I’ll tell you something before I leave.”
“What?”
“My mother was murdered when I was a young girl. Cold blooded murder to go against something my father had done. My mother loved the ocean and went to the coast anytime she could. I wasn’t trying to hurt myself. I was trying to get down to the water. Makes me feel close to her.”
Belle took her hand from mine and got into her car. I was frozen fucking solid like a block of ice in Alaska. The goddamn woman left me speechless.
As the car drove away I started to feel a little guilty. Guilty for what I was going to do to her. But what choice did I have then? I couldn’t just bail on her. And I couldn’t let Chief Richards get away with his bullshit anymore. Especially now that he was letting this psycho Kyle chase his daughter down.
“What the fuck is running through your mind?” a voice asked me.
It was Knox.
“You don’t want to know, brother,” I said.
“How’s your plan going?”
“Fine,” I said. “Just fucking fine.”
That was all I said to Knox about it - or anyone for that matter.
Ten hours later I rolled a condom down my thick cock and plowed forward into some woman I didn’t even bother to get a name from. Her pussy was wet and tight and she screamed my name as I fucked her. She had dark hair so I flipped it all forward and kept my eyes on her ass.
With each thrust forward I thought of Belle.
seventeen
(belle)
NOW
“What are you doing?” Ashley asked me as we sat outside on the patio of a small cafe.
I hadn’t realized how badly I had stretched my neck. I was like a child when they heard the dinging bell of an ice cream truck each time I heard a motorcycle. It was completely pathetic but not quite as bad as how many times I had pleasured myself while thinking of Slam.
“Nothing, sorry,” I said. “I thought I saw something.”
“You looked ready to jump out of your seat,” Ashley said.
I laughed. “Not quite. Anyway, give me the latest scoop on your wedding.”
Ashley quickly went into a rant about dresses and flowers.
I faded in and out, thinking about Slam.
He somehow got my phone number and the last few weeks of my life had been nothing short of intense. I’d seen him at least ten times, sometimes for just a minute or two. The first thing he did was ask me about Kyle. There was always someone waiting for me outside after working to make sure I was safe. It was like I had my own personal bodyguard yet I didn’t understand why I deserved it. Each time I brought it up to Slam, he would kiss my cheek and wink.
Yeah, kissing him was something else too. We only kissed a couple times though besides that first one at Angie’s. That kiss was by far the hottest, craziest, and best kiss of my life. Slam had warned me not to push him away but there was no way in hell I would have anyway. The second our lips and tongues met, it was just wild.
But I knew who he was. He was the bad guy. The villain. The guy my father would probably arrest if he had the chance. Worse yet… I wondered if he was the kind of guy that had killed my mother. That’s what tore me up the most. I tried to look beyond all of that but I couldn’t. And I didn’t have the guts to ask Slam if he was that kind of guy. And I still hadn’t told him the whole story about my mother’s death.
“So, what the fuck do I do now?” Ashley said way too loud, drawing attention.
I looked around, smiling. “She’s getting married.”
A few people nodded.
I had no idea what Ashley was talking about though. So I improvised. I reached across the table and took her hands. “Listen to me. It’ll all work out. I know it’s a lot to take on right now. But don’t lose sight of everything you’re doing. You’re getting married. It’s amazing. Right?”
“Yeah, right.”
I let her hands go. “I’m serious. Deep breaths. As many as you can take.”
Ashley then grinned. “I’m on to you.”
“What?”
“That face. That’s a fuck face.”
“A fuck face?” I whispered.
“You got… you had sex.”
“No,” I said. “Not even close.”
“Not even close? So there’s a guy?”
“No. No guy. At all.”
“What about Kyle?”
“He’s intense,” I said. “Almost like a stalker. I can’t have that.”
“There’s something different about you. You have a secret. You’re not sharing either.”
“Look at me,” I said. “There’s no secret. I didn’t… I did not have sex.”
“Too bad,” Ashley said. “You need it.”
“Judging between you and me right now, you need it more.”
“Speaking of which…” Ashley pushed her coffee mug away. “I have to go meet with Brett next. He’s taking half a day so we can go look at tuxes.”
“Sounds like fun. Enjoy.”
“Yeah right.”
We hugged and Ashley left.
My phone vibrated and I was eager to check.
I wanted it to be Slam.
It was Kyle instead.