SLAM HER(20)

Nick nodded again. “Okay. Sure. Yeah.”

I put a finger to Nick’s chest. “Fuck this up and you’re never going to touch a tool again.”

Yeah, fine, maybe that threat was a little strong. But I had skin in this game. And that was simple - I wanted my f*cking skin against Belle’s f*cking skin. I wanted my cock inside her. I wanted those untouched walls of her insides squeezing against my dick as I pulsed load after load of hot cum into her.

Goddammit…

I went back to Belle and touched her wrist. “Hey, babe, it’s all good. My guy Nick is going to take care of it.”

“How long will it take?”

“Fifteen minutes,” I said.

I climbed into her car and started it.

It f*cking smelled of her. The same smell from the restaurant.

I gripped the wheel and drove forward into the garage.

Maybe I was better off in prison.





fourteen



(belle)



NOW



I took the coffee even though I didn’t want it.

Slam stood with a mug of coffee, just smelling it. Everything about him was interesting. He was the ultimate symbol of everything my father feared for me. Maybe that’s what made him so attractive.

Please.

What made him attractive was the size of his arms, his dark and brooding eyes, and the way he looked at me as though I was the only person in the world. I never had someone look at me like that.

My bag buzzed three times before I finally checked.

Kyle. Again.

More of his weird romantic texts.

“That your boyfriend?” Slam asked.

“What? No. I have no boyfriend.”

Slam grinned.

Shit. I just gave myself away.

“I mean… that…”

“It’s okay, Belle,” he said. He put hit coffee mug down on a table. “Truth is… I don’t give a damn if you have a boyfriend.”

God, the way he talked was so ruthless. It was so crude and cruel. He just cut right down to it and said what he wanted. And I sort of liked it. It was sexy. Different than any man I ever met before.

“You don’t want that coffee, do you?” he asked.

“No.” I smiled. “Sorry.”

He grabbed at the mug, ripping it from my hand. When his rough fingers touched mine, it sent a pulse that went straight to my chest and down between my legs. I shivered as my nipples pressed against the thin padding of my bra. My panties started to pull up, trying to absorb a wetness I did not welcome.

Slam put the mug down and asked, “Want a beer?”

“No thanks.”

“Okay. Just offering, babe.”

I saw the guy coming from the garage, wiping his hands.

My car’s done. Thank God. I shouldn’t have stayed here.

It was a strange fifteen minutes of my life. Staring at Slam, looking away, hearing him make passing comments about me. I shrugged it all off even though I was kind of turned on.

“My car is done,” I said.

“What?” Slam asked.

He spun around and charged toward the guy. He took a handful of the guy’s shirt and walked him backwards. I gasped and covered my mouth. I couldn’t look away though. I almost wanted to see Slam hit someone.

What is wrong with me?

Slam then let the guy go and grabbed the guy’s shoulder, shoving him back.

Then Slam turned and walked toward me.

“Sorry, babe,” he said. “It’s going to be a few hours.”

“What? How? Why?”

“Nick says so,” Slam said. “Said something with the filter or whatever. No big deal. We have all the parts.”

“I…” I looked at my bag. I shook my head. “No, Slam. Just shut the hood. I don’t have any credit cards with me or anything. I can’t afford any car repairs.”

“Hey,” he said. “I didn’t say a word about you paying.”

“What? How?”

“Who do you think owns this place?”

“You do?”

“Part owner,” he said. “Plus, we don’t work on cars. I’m doing this as a favor.”

I clutched my bag and stepped back. “Why?”

“Because I’m a nice guy.”

“No you’re not. You told me you’re a villain.”

He laughed. “You remember. That’s good.”

“Seriously, Slam…”

“Jesus Christ, Belle. I’m doing you a favor. I’m sorry things got out of hand at the restaurant. I’m a total hothead, okay? I didn’t mean to stir up trouble in your work. Last thing you need is to be broken down on the side of the road again.”

“Why would you care? Wouldn’t you be there to save me?”

OMG, Belle, are you flirting back right now? With this guy? This… biker outlaw thing…

Slam winked and reached for me. His pointer finger grazed my chin. “Always, babe. I’ll always save you. But for now, you’re going to do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

“I have to get out of here,” Slam said. “I can’t take this place and I’m hungry. I had breakfast an hour ago but I could eat again.”