SLAM HER(51)

“Fuck, babe,” he whispered.

“Holy f*ck,” I whispered back. “I can’t… I don’t even know what to say.”

Slam reached up and touched my face. His thumb stroked my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me. That’s when he slowly started to pull out of me. My nails curled again, maybe harder than when he was f*cking me.

The second his cock popped free, my body gushed. I felt a warm spilling feeling between my legs. It actually felt really good. Slam broke the kiss and crouched down. He hooked my panties with his pointer finger and showed them to me.

He grinned. “These I’m keeping, babe.”

He was so f*cking crazy and hot at the same time. He rolled up my panties and stuck them into his leather cut. Then he grabbed my jeans and helped me put them back on. It was almost a romantic gesture.

When I put my feet on the ground, I was wobbly. My nerves were pulsing and racing. The world spun a little. I was achy, tender, but when Slam touched me, I wanted him again.

“Now what?” I asked him.

“You’re going to get into your car, babe, and go home.”

“What?”

Slam grinned again. He gently kissed my lips. “And I’m going to follow you… this night is just beginning…”





thirty-one



(slam)



NOW



My balls rumbled as I rode back into town, following Belle. I rode with one arm, smoking using my other hand. My dick was far from done exploring the depths of Belle’s body. Goddamn. That was the only word that came to mind. She wasn’t my first virgin, but she was definitely the first real virgin woman I ever experienced. And of all damn things, she wanted some f*cking outlaw prick like me to rip her up. And on the hood of her damn car.

A man could only hold back for so long. I had planned something a little different for her, but it all seemed fitting. Plus, I had been damn scared. I could admit to myself alone that I had been f*cking afraid. When Auntie Ang called and said Belle was messing on those rocks I thought she had been trying to do herself in.

Fuck, that would have killed me. To lose her? Fuck that.

I throttled my ride as I held my smoke between my teeth.

I couldn’t think anything negative anymore.

It was all about being positive. I was going to get the prick that killed Belle’s mother and settle the score. Ricky had called and I was planning on going right over but then Auntie Ang called and my plans changed. I should have been going after the prick right then but I was tailing Belle back to her place.

This was about her.

Shit, I had confessed my original plan to her and all I got was a slap across the face. This woman was either f*cking perfect for me or just dumb. Hell, if she really did love me, then she was dumb.

I laughed to myself as I finished my smoke and tossed it away.

We were a minute away from Belle’s apartment.

I didn’t want to tell her my plan until it was done. There would be no chance of regret or remorse. This was my gift to her. I could never bring her mother back. I could never spin the wheels of time the other way and stop it from happening. But what I could control was the pain. I could make the right person feel the right pain.

This romance and falling in love stuff was out of my league but I was in the middle of the f*cking game.

We pulled into the apartment parking lot and I stopped my ride next to her car. When Belle turned her head and looked at me, she smiled so beautifully innocent. Her mind was racing with the thoughts of me f*cking her on the hood of the car.

I killed my engine and climbed off my ride.

She got out of her car and I went right for her.

A kiss to her cheek, I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

Before we even took one step I felt my life f*cking changing.

This woman… I was going to marry her and she was going to have my kids.





The deadbolt was locked, the chain lock done, and my leather cut was on the floor in the dining room. Her shoes were off, her hands clawing at my face, and her body collided into mine. I lifted her up and walked her right to the bedroom. Goddamn, she was going to feel all of this tomorrow and days after that. That was okay though. The more it hurt now the better it would feel later.

I put her on her feet in the bedroom and stripped her of her shirt. She reached back and unsnapped her bra as I unhooked my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait to get f*cking butt ass naked with her and roll around in the sheets. I had nothing but time with her right then.

Well, until I had to take off and kill the man that killed her mother.

Maybe a regular guy would have brought Belle roses as a romantic gesture. Not me. This was how outlaw’s did it.

Her bra hit the floor and my eyes hit her tits. Fuck they were perfect. I reached for her and she let out a small gasp and covered her mouth. Her arms pressed together, covering her breasts.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re bleeding!” Belle cried out.

I looked down and sure as f*ck there was blood on my shirt. Actually there was blood on each side of my shirt. I lifted up my shirt and saw that I was bleeding from scratch marks from Belle.

“I did that?” she asked.

I touched the cut and smiled. “Damn, babe, I knew I was good…”

“No, Slam, you’re f*cking amazing.”