SLAM HER(24)

I laughed, thinking back to those crazy f*cking days.

“So your entire life you’ve been a villain?”

“Since birth,” I said. “What about you? Silver spoon fed from Daddy’s pistol and badge, huh?”

“Hardly,” Belle said.

“Look, I’m trying to connect some dots here, Belle,” I said. “You looked ready to try and hurt yourself on the ledge over there a little bit ago. Then your phone is going off like crazy. Who the hell is Kyle?”

Belle dropped her slice of pizza. “What?”

“I checked your phone. Get f*cking pissed if you want. We’re not friends, right? You made that very clear. Why the f*ck is he checking your apartment for you?”

Belle scrambled to grab her phone. I saw the look on her face when she read the last text message sent. She looked at me and I needed no other reply. She was terrified of this guy.

“Who is he?” I asked.

“Some guy,” she said.

“Handpicked by your father?”

“Something like that. Look, I have to go. I’ll call a cab or something.”

Belle got to her feet and started to walk away. I grabbed the pizza off the plates and took my life into my hands as I walked to the edge and threw them into the ocean. No lie there because if Auntie Ang saw me wasting her pizza she would have put a bullet in my head. She was little and old but she was a vicious woman. There were a lot of ghosts around the pizza place and yard if you know what that means.

I chased Belle down and grabbed her, stopping her.

“You can’t get a cab here,” I said. “Look at me right now.” I spun her around and there were tears in her eyes. “Christ, babe, what is it?”

“He’s just an obsessed guy. That’s it. He tried to come onto me the other night at a party too. I pushed him away and he’s mad at me.”

“So that gives him the right to text you like this? You need help, Belle. And, shit, you can’t go to your father either.”

My hands touched her arms. I stared into those blue eyes and realized how easy it was going to be to get what I wanted from her. She was so broken and vulnerable, it was perfect. Goddammit, I was a f*cking monster for this shit. But it had to be done.

“Tell me where he lives and I’ll make sure he never bothers you again,” I said.

“Slam, no. It’s not your problem. Or your life. Just stop being tough.”

“I’m not being tough, I am tough, Belle. This guy is f*cked in the head for you. And your father is okay with it?”

“Why are you so worried about my father?”

I swallowed hard. “Look, if this guy scares you at all, you need to call me. I’ll be there to help you. I promise. If something happens to you I’m going to feel guilty.”

“You have feelings?”

She offered a sly little smile and it was like a punch to gut.

From the corner of my eye I saw Auntie Ang come out of the back of the pizza place.

“Ah, f*ck,” I whispered.

“What?” Belle asked.

“I have to do this… don’t push me away, okay?”

“Do what?”

I didn’t give Belle a chance.

I just kissed her.





Her f*cking lips were delicious. I knew Auntie Ang worried about me, especially when I didn’t come around for months at a time. So to show her I was happy would ease her heart. Plus, it gave me a good excuse to kiss Belle and not have her freak on me for it.

I put my hands to her face and kept kissing her.

Belle seemed as eager as me. The first few seconds there was a little hesitation and it drove me wild. All I could think was that she was a virgin. I wanted to know how much of her body was untouched. I wanted to explore it all.

When I felt her mouth start to open, her soft tongue coming forward to meet mine, that was damn near almost it for me. My cock started to swell in my jeans.

I took complete command of the kiss, feeling the way her breathing started to get wild.

She was enjoying it.

Belle then grabbed my hands and pulled away from me. Her eyes were still locked to me though. Those pretty blue eyes. Her lips, now red and puffy from my kisses.

I winked at her and then grabbed her hand so we could say goodbye to Auntie Ang.

There was only one problem with that kiss.

It wasn’t enough. It was like the first sip of whiskey after a long goddamn day. They only got better as you had more and before you knew it the bottle was empty. And that’s exactly what I was going to do to Belle. Keep sampling that sweetness until I got to her honeypot and then drain her. Fuck, my tongue was tingling in my mouth just thinking about getting between her legs and tasting the other set of her lips.

Auntie Ang cried as we were leaving.

“You two… I can feel it,” she said. “Such beauty.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

There were lots of hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Auntie Ang then cracked me across the face and put her pointer finger to my nose. She warned me not to f*ck up what I had with Belle.

I didn’t say a word to it. I just hugged her tight, shut my eyes, and lost myself for a few seconds in the smell of the pizza place. A mix of heat, dough, sauce, and grease. The smell of my childhood.

I gave Belle my helmet and stood there for a few seconds.