by B. Love
I’ll be Bad for You
B. Love
Copyright © 2018 by B. Love
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Contents
NOTE:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Afterword
Book Spotlight
NOTE:
This is a 16,000-word short story. If you prefer books with more content, please check my catalog for another novel.
It was with immense pleasure that I was able to write this novel. Can you believe I wrote 13,000 words of it the night before it was scheduled to be released? (If there are errors, charge it to my 3am editing mind and not my creative heart.)
If you do choose to read, I hope you enjoy.
1
How it began - Denver
He wasn’t even gentlemanly enough to walk Denver to her front door. Or to open the car door for her. Or to at least wait and make sure she made it inside of her home with no problems. As soon as Denver closed the passenger door, Langston’s tires were screeching as he sped off.
“Figures,” Denver grumbled, looking from her front door to the house on the right of hers.
Now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted out of her, there was no reason for Langston to stick around. After pushing the bottom of her dress down, Denver slowly walked toward the house on the right instead of her own. Symphony had been staying there for years. And for years, he’d been there for Denver and her family. She was confident tonight would be no different, so she slowly made her way to his porch with a pout molding her lips.
Even with there being over ten men scattered in the front yard and five standing and sitting on the porch, Denver made her way through them effortlessly with the strap of her clutch wrapped around her wrist as it dangled from one hand and her phone gripped tightly in the other. What little confidence she had may have been drained by her evening with Langston, but she wouldn’t dare show that around them.
Wiping the pout from her face, she straightened her shoulders as much as she could. When it was just her and Symphony, she’d crumble, but for now, she had to at least appear strong. Devin, her twin brother, and her parents wouldn’t have it any other way.
Finally standing in front of Symphony, Denver felt her resolve begin to fade away piece by piece as he intently searched her eyes. Licking her lips, Denver looked away as they filled with water.
“Go,” Symphony ordered, and every man that was seated and standing around left with no questions. He waited until it was just the two of them to lift Denver’s face by her chin. Peering into her eyes until she closed them, Symphony asked, “Who did it?”
Denver smiled as two tears slid down both cheeks. That was usually how it went between them. Symphony wasn’t much of a talker, so he could never really lend her a listening ear or sound advice. No. That’s what her best friend Valentina was for. Symphony, though, had a strong shoulder for her to lean on silently. And even stronger fists. Fists that had been bloodied and bruised on multiple occasions defending Denver’s honor.
Even when her brother and father were available, Symphony for some reason still took it upon himself to be her protector. And now that they were no longer available, his protection of her was no different. Whatever she needed, Symphony provided. Just… no deep pillow talks or life altering conversations. Those types of things were off limits.
“Me,” Denver reasoned softly as he wiped her face. “I need a drink.” She opened her eyes, surprised by what she saw in Symphony’s. Normally when she was in her feelings, which was a lot, the only expression he allowed himself to make was one of anger. But as his brows burrowed and lips parted, Denver couldn’t overlook the concern that covered his face until he shook his head and turned away from her.
He held the door open for her, and as soon as Denver stepped into his home she felt the peace she’d needed ever since she and Langston left the hotel room. The hotel room. He didn’t even value her enough to take her to his home to take her virginity. Symphony led her into his kitchen, prepared to grab a bottle of the wine he kept over for her. But when she said she needed something stronger, his grip on the bottle tightened as anger covered his face.
She gave him a soft smile, and that was enough to have his grip loosening as he turned his back to her. Symphony replaced the wine with whiskey. After pouring her a shot and sitting it in front of her, Symphony asked again, “Who did it?” but this time, there was no softness in his voice. There was no hint of patience. Or the impression that Denver had the option of giving him the name of anyone other than the person that had wrecked her – and not in a good way.
“Really, Sym. It was m–” His fist pounded into the table causing Denver to jump. But she wasn’t scared of him. Never had been. Never would be. If anything, Denver was scared for Symphony. And how he allowed his anger to consume him. Especially when it came down to her. After taking as big of a gulp of the whiskey as her throat would allow, Denver stood. “I should go.” As she walked she added, “I’m always burdening you with my problems.”
Denver tried to walk past Symphony, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
Symphony.
Did his mother know his voice would be as rough as that of DMX around others but as smooth as Al Green’s when he talked to her? Did she know that his tone was the sweetest and most melodious symphony she’d need to listen to, to put her to sleep? She couldn’t have known, but on the off chance that she did know, Denver wished she could have thanked her, but Felicia died shortly after giving birth to Symphony.
Because of that, he was raised by Felicia’s parents. His grandparents. Symphony’s father came around as much as his heart and guilt would allow. But he looked too much like his mother. And after begging her to give him a son, just for that son to be the reason she died… sure… Eric knew in his mind that Symphony wasn’t the cause of his mother’s death. He knew if it wasn’t her time she’d be here.
But his heart…
“That ain’t stopped you before. Sit your ass down, Denver. And speak.”
Even with the roughness of his command, Denver’s lips lifted into a smile. Instead of taking the seat across from him again, Denver sat next to him. His hand covered hers, and the gentle caress of his thumb against her hand gave her the courage to whisper, “I just…” Her head shook as she nibbled on her bottom lip. “I can’t believe I waited twenty-one years to give my virginity away for that bull– for that BS.”
Normally Symphony would smile at her inability to curse or say anything mean or dirty for that matter, but this time he frowned. His hand left hers as he poured himself a shot of whiskey.
“You fucked that nigga, D?” There was something about his tone that led her to believe saying yes would be a disappointment to him, so Denver nodded instead. “So what happened? He didn’t know what he was doing?”
Denver shrugged, taking his drink and finishing it off as she normally did. Their connection… she wouldn’t quite say they were friends. Not like her and Valentina. But somehow, Denver felt closer to Symphony than she did Valentina or anyone else. Could have been the way he kept her safe and close. Whatever the case, Denver couldn’t see her life without him in it – whether they were friends or not.
“I don’t know. It just didn’t feel like that’s what everyone raves about.” Her head tilted as she looked his body over, but the thou
ght left her mind just as quickly as it entered. “Maybe it was because it was my first time, but I didn’t like it at all. If that’s what sex is all about, I can go another twenty or forty years without doing it again.”
“Nah.” Symphony chuckled as he poured them both another shot. “If you didn’t thoroughly enjoy that, ol’ boy didn’t do you right.” His eyes scanned her body as hers had done his seconds earlier, but his head shook as he wrapped his hands around the glass. “Being a good lover is all about prioritizing the pleasure of your partner. If you’re both aiming to please each other, you both will be satisfied. Did he please you, Denver? Did he put you first?”
Her shoulders slumped as her head shook softly. “Did he take his time with your body? Acquaint that pussy with his dick in a way that would make her cry for him every time he was around?” Licking her lips, Denver swallowed the wetness in her mouth as her head shook. Symphony sat back in his seat, eyes lowering and remaining at her hardened nipples. “Did he make you cum at least twice before he even entered you?”
Her head shook as she gritted her teeth, trying to avoid the sight of him spreading his legs even wider than they already were. “He didn’t use the tip of his dick to apply pressure to your G-spot either, did he?” Scratching her neck, Denver shook her head. This was the most they’d ever talked, not including when he took her to the gun range or boxing ring for lessons, and Denver didn’t know how to take this side of Symphony.
His head tilted back as he lowered himself in his seat, drawing Denver’s attention to his now hard and begging to be freed bulge. Unable to look away, Symphony’s question of, “Did he bathe you and make sure you were straight afterwards?” went in one ear and out of the other. He made it jump, and Denver almost jumped out of her seat. Clutching her chest, she smiled as Symphony laughed lightly.
“He didn’t do any of those things, Symphony.” Running her hands down her thighs, Denver tried to clear her mind of that thought again, but it wasn’t as easy to get rid of this time. “I wasted it. Wasted me. On him.”
“I agree.” Symphony stood, centering his still hard dick right with her eyes. “If he wasn’t covered in you by the time it was over, he played you, D.”
He left the kitchen, as if that was the end of the conversation, but Denver was close behind. Normally she’d drop it when he was ready to shut down. That didn’t seem like an option tonight. Symphony sat in the middle of his couch, stretching his arms along the back of it as Denver cuddled up next to his side. With her head resting against his shoulder, she fought her thoughts until they won. Clearing her throat, she used the tips of her fingers to tap her thigh as she requested, “Can you… eh… show me what it’s supposed to be like?”
Pulling his body away from hers, Symphony shifted in his seat to face her. “Show you what what is supposed to be like?”
Her head dropped as she blushed. “Don’t make me say it, Symphony.”
She couldn’t see him fully, but she saw his smile as his head shook. He looked away from her as his head shook again.
“How are you going to take this dick if you can’t even ask for it? Look at me.” Denver’s head lifted, and the movement was filled with the same hesitance that shook her bones. “Show you what what is supposed to be like, Denver?”
Fiddling with her fingers, Denver wondered if it was even worth it, but his description replayed in her mind, turning her on more than Langston’s kisses, words, or body ever had.
“Sex,” she whispered, as if they weren’t the only two people in the room.
His smirk worried Denver. Now was not the time for him to be teasing her, but she was sure that’s what he was about to do.
“I can’t hear you, D. Gotta speak up.” It would have been too much like right for him to get into her space. No. He had to touch her. Bring her into his. His hand went to her hip, and the smile that was on his face turned into a serious expression as he caressed it with his thumb. Three times. Pushing his hand up, he squeezed her waist gently before using it to pull her in his direction. “What did you say?”
Now how did he expect being this close to make it easier for her to speak louder? His closeness had the opposite effect. Closing her eyes, Denver inhaled a deep breath. The feel of his on her face had her opening her eyes and staring into his.
“Sex,” she repeated, louder this time.
Holding on to his silence, Denver didn’t breathe until he said, “No.”
He stood, walking away again. As if this was the end of their conversation again. She followed behind him again.
“Why not?”
Denver didn’t hear his laugh as he walked down the hall, but she saw the slight movement of his shoulders.
“Because your innocent ass will fall in love with me after the first fuck, and I ain’t tryna deal with your folks like that, D.”
What was supposed to make her want him less only made her want him more. Denver leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom and watched as he sat on the edge of his bed. He kicked his shoes off but stopped there to look at her.
“I won’t want to be with you. I understand the dynamic of our relationship and that it can never change. I’m not even attracted to you.” Symphony scoffed, and Denver quickly corrected her last statement. “You’re very handsome of course, and I do like how you look, but I mean as far as a relationship is concerned. We don’t talk like normal people and we’re not even real friends. So you wouldn’t have to worry about me wanting to be in a relationship is all I’m trying to say.”
Symphony massaged his temples, and since he hadn’t said no, Denver continued.
“I…” He looked at her, pushing her words right back down her throat with the intensity of his gaze. Not backing down, Denver pulled her hands behind her back and fiddled with her thumbs. “I want you to satisfy me. I want you to make love to me, Symphony.”
His head shook as he pulled his shirt over his head. This wasn’t the first time Denver had seen his tattooed, muscular body, but it was the first time she’d paid it much attention or reacted physically because of it. Squeezing her thighs together, she forced herself to look up and into his eyes.
“I don’t make love. I fuck.” Symphony stood, unbuckling his jeans, but he didn’t let them fall to the floor. “Do you want me to fuck you, Denver?”
A few seconds passed as she thought over his question. Did she want him to fuck her? Well, that wasn’t what she wanted when she first got there. Truthfully, Denver didn’t know what she wanted when she first got there. She was so used to going to Symphony that it was second nature. Even when she knew he wouldn’t talk to her, just being in his arms or on his chest would be enough to temporarily soothe her until she could talk to Valentina, Devin, or one of her parents.
It was fucked up really, the way they left her all alone. Her parents, Abraham and Eden, had created an illegal dynasty that enticed Devin to join them at the age of thirteen. On her and Devin’s eighteenth birthday, every one of their homes were raided and Abraham, Eden, and Devin were arrested. As the leader, Abraham was given sixty years. Eden was given twenty-five. Devin had ten.
Because Denver wanted nothing to do with the family business, no charges were brought against her. Their family business continued to be run through her cousin, Black, and Symphony. Abraham and Devin called shots from behind bars and lived as if they were still free men. Eden, however, removed herself from the business completely. She focused instead on God and her daughter, trying to become a better version of herself just in case she was granted parole and able to see the sky before she died.
After their sentences were given, Denver moved into the small home in the hood she grew up in. Partly because that’s where she met Symphony and would be closest to him. Partly because her best and earliest memories of her family was there. It didn’t matter how much money she had saved now or how much she would make when she became a lawyer, Denver didn’t see herself leaving that house or their hood for anything in the world.
“Yes,” she decided, wanti
ng to right the wrong trusting Langston had just done to her. There was nothing selfless about the way he’d used her body for his gain. He didn’t see to her needs or put her first. He didn’t take his time with her and worship her body. He didn’t make her cum once let alone three times. As far as Denver was concerned, he’d done her a disservice, and she refused to give herself to him again so he could fix it.
She would, however, give Symphony the chance to.
The more she thought about it the more sense it made. She trusted him with every part of her, especially her body, why not give it to him in this way? If anyone would take care of her… it was Symphony. It would always be Symphony.
“Yes what?”
Oh. So he wanted her to actually say it, huh? Smiling, Denver chuckled when he smiled.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He must not have been expecting her to say that because as soon as she did his smile fell. Mouth opened. Closing it quickly, Symphony nodded and stood.
“I need eye contact. You will look me in the eyes as I fuck you.” Denver’s chest caved in relief as he agreed. She nodded, prepared to okay whatever stipulations he sent her way. “Before I touch you with my dick I’ll need to make sure you’re going to submit your body. So I’m going to eat your pussy. A lot.” Her body weakened against the frame as she nodded. “Nothing is going to change between us after this. It’s one fuck. That’s it.” Denver nodded.
Their eyes remained locked until his head shook. He walked toward his dresser as he said, “We’ll wait three days. Give you a chance to come to your senses.” Since she didn’t see herself changing her mind, Denver remained silent. “I can’t do this, Denver.” Head hung, Symphony slammed the drawer and leaned against the dresser. “You’re a good girl.”