by Amber Burns
Roast beef, mashed potatoes and a mixed green salad were the main course with bread and butter along the table in baskets. I could tell Allie was enjoying it by the way she ate slowly, savoring every mouthful. I watched her throughout dinner, remarking on how amazing it would be to legally call her mine. To be able to call her my wife and show everyone in the world that she chose me. I got tingles just thinking about it. I really was going soft.
It seemed like forever before the dinner dishes had been cleared away. As always, dessert would follow by about half an hour and my parents suggested we go to the den. I reluctantly complied, deciding that the den would be a better place to pop the question than the empty dinner table. As we sat down, my brother rambling about something he had done at school I suddenly entertained the notion that she would say no. That thought was quickly silenced and thrown out of my head.
She would say yes because she loved me and that was that. With that thought I cleared my throat, my hand reaching into my coat pocket. The room went silent. I ignored my family’s quizzical looks and turned to Allie who looked as attentive as ever. She smiled at me as if thinking I was going to say something, apologize to my family maybe. But that was unnecessary. Everyone was forgiven and now I had bigger things to think about.
I slid down onto one knee, pulling out the ring. “Allie, I’ve loved you since the moment I met you. There is no one else that has ever made me feel the way you do. I’d walk around the earth for you and all you have to do is say the word. So if you’ll say yes, I’d like to call you mine for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
Allie stood stock still, staring at me with wide eyes. Daniel had his mouth open in shock, obviously not expecting this. Emma had her hand over her mouth, waiting for a response. My dad looked reserved but proud, definitely not expecting it to be so soon. My mom just smiled knowingly. As the silence stretched out, I started to get worried. What if she was taking so long to decide how to say no? I looked her in the eye, trying to show all my love in my gaze. Allie took a deep breath, getting ready to either break my heart or accept my love.
“When I first saw you in the diner, I was scared. Not because you looked scary but because I was drawn to you. I didn’t know how to react. Over the time we’ve spent together I’ve come to accept how I feel for you, mostly because I know you feel the same way. If you had asked me earlier that day when I imagined getting engaged, I’d tell you something bizarre like my mid-thirties. I never thought I’d meet the one so soon. I’m glad I did and I’m glad it was you. Yes, I will marry you.”
My heart sung as I slipped the ring onto her finger. My sister’s squeals, my brother and dad’s cheers and my mom’s laughter all faded as I looked into the eyes of the one and only girl I could ever loved and kissed her with everything I had. In that moment, despite not being married yet, we exchanged souls. And she left her mark on my heart and I hope I left mine on hers.
***
“Chase, I’m bored. Can we stop the car for a little while? Stretch our legs?”
I sighed, glancing over with a smile, “Anything for you my love.”
Allie had her head against the window and her eyes on me. She grinned back, spinning the ring on her finger.
“Where’d you get the ring?” she asked.
I pulled off the interstate and onto a back road, finding an empty field far enough from the highway that we wouldn’t be seen by any nosy state troopers or anything.
“My dad gave it to me.”
My love nodded as if this was no surprise. “Family heirloom?”
I slowed the car to a stop, unlocking the doors.
“Yeah. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Allie nodded with a smile, “It is.”
She stepped out into the sunlight, her dress ruffling in the slight breeze. Allie went running off into the field, kicking her flats off as she went.
“You’re going to lose your clothes!” I yelled warningly, grabbing the shoes and chucking them into the car.
Allie just grinned mischievously, as if she had a secret that only she knew. She spun around, her dress flying over her head as she bared it all in the sunlight.
“I am a horrible influence.” I muttered, pulling my shirt off.
“You’re amazing and don’t you forget it!” Allie yelled, giggling as her bra went flying somewhere off to her left.
“So we’re really doing this?” I asked as I came up to her, my jeans still on my hips.
Allie nodded, kissing me hard and pulling at the button on my jeans. She was practiced at it by then and managed to get my pants off quickly. Good thing too as she was quite impatient. Obviously she was more bored than she’d let on. Allie pushed against my chest firmly. I took this and direction to lie down and eagerly complied. Allie completely skipped any foreplay, settling herself onto me immediately. She was soaking wet and I slipped in easily.
My love threw her head back and moaned loudly. I smirked.
“Not too worried about being heard now, are you?”
She sent me a glare, or as much as she could muster in her state of passion. She started bouncing up and down, her pert breasts jumping up and down with her. I reached up to tweak one of her nipples and was rewarded with a fully body shudder. For a second I thought that she’d came but apparently not as she continued riding me like a cowgirl.
I grinned, pulling her upper body down so I could kiss her as she continued rocking back and forth. In this position her clit was rocking against my body and I knew it was only a matter of time before she came. She surprised me however, by rolling us over so I was on top. She put her legs over my shoulders with flexibility I had so far been ignorant of. I moaned at the mere sight of her so stretch out, the cute look of pleasure nearly pushing me over the edge.
At that point I was barely holding back so I pulled out the ace up my sleeve. I pinched Allie’s clit gently and came as she came around me. It took quite a while for both of us to recover. When I glanced over, Allie had replaced her panties and there was a wet spot beginning to form due to the cum leaking out of her.
Allie grinned, “I like having the reminder of how much you love me.”
I chuckled, shaking my head, “If you want a reminder all you have to do is ask.”
I kissed her lips gently, pulling her head onto my chest. “So what happens now? Don’t we have to plan the wedding or something?”
I grinned, “Now, we relax. Tomorrow will bring something new but that can be dealt with tomorrow. Today is a gift and I’m not wasting a second with you.”
Allie shook her head, “You’re so cheesy. I miss the tough guy. The biker bad boy.”
I shrugged, “That’s because now I’m a man and like I said, I may have been a real bad boy, but I’m a real good man.”
I thought for a second before shaking my head. “Correction, I’m your real good man.”
Bad Boy Confessions – The Boxer’s Belle
By Amber Burns
Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing
Copyright © 2017 by Amber Burns
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
1
The Diving Swallow was Redd “Crimson Fury” Marston’s favorite bar to go to after work. It was right by his house, he knew all the bartenders and liked the regulars. It was just a shitty dive bar, but that was sort of his style. It was just an ordinary Thursday night when Redd was on his way home from work when the thought occurred to him, as it regularly did, that it would be a good idea to stop by to have a drink after a particularly hard day.
He was a boxing coach for teens
, and such a line of work sometimes knocked him on his ass, literally— as Redd would say. He was training with a kid who showed a lot of promise and was getting really good with his left hook. Due to that fact, he ended up giving Redd a black eye, although it was nothing he wasn’t used to.
Before he went into being a boxing instructor, Redd was about to become a serious contender for the cruiserweight championship, but there’s a point in many boxers’ careers when they have to shift their focus on more urgent matters. He knew that either you get too old or you get injured one too many times. For Redd, his knee got injured in just the right way where he couldn’t keep boxing the way he had to in real professional title fights. So he, begrudgingly, moved on to teaching so as to not give up his passion. Over the years being a teacher and a coach grew on Redd, nearly helping him forgot the lost opportunities of years past.
Once he pushed the door open at The Diving Swallow, Redd walked right up to the bar and ordered a straight whiskey.
“Sometimes you just need a glass of whiskey after you get socked in the eye,” he mused.
He took a gulp, savored the burn and without cringing, and turned around to survey which regulars he might know were around. A few of the barflies he knew were hanging around, drinking alone or chatting with one another. But there was one person that he had never seen in there before. She was a beautiful woman with red hair, sitting alone in one of the booths. She was a little bit on the chubbier side, reubenesque was the word came to mind, but her curves were absolute perfection. She was wearing a simple grey top with a plunging neckline and a slightly less than knee length tight leather skirt that filled out her thick hips and thighs with opaque dark emerald green stockings underneath. He’d never actually noticed a woman’s clothes in this way before.
Despite the leather in her skirt, she seemed like she didn’t quite belong here. She was sipping on a pink fizzy drink with a cherry floating between the chunks of ice, and absently looking around the bar. He couldn’t quite explain why, but he felt drawn to her the moment he saw her. She was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful and Redd found himself smitten.
The burly boxer gulped down the rest of his drink for courage then ordered another one so that he wouldn’t be empty handed. With a deep breath, Redd stood up straight, black eye and all, and headed over to her booth.
“Hi, are you waiting for someone, Miss?” he asked her, while leaning suavely with his hand against the seat opposite her.
“No,” she said somewhat timidly, “Would you like to take a seat?” She was polite and mild-mannered.
Redd thought it was sweet. A lot of women hadn’t been quite so inviting in his experiences with situations like this. He was a rough and tumble looking guy with broad shoulders and black tattoos up and down his arms; which he found was something that not all women were particularly interested in. But she didn’t seem to be one of those women. She thought his broad tattoo covered muscles and chiseled jaw hidden behind a rough beard were quite sexy. Other than his looks, she wasn’t quite sure why she was attracted to him, but she was.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Redd said as he swung himself into the booth and slid into the seat in one smooth move. “What brings you to a place like this?” he asked, gesturing toward the old nicotine stained wood paneling on the wall.
She smiled and looked down. He focused on her long lashes flutter as she shifted her gaze down.
“I just figured I needed to get a drink,” she said while looking back up at him, unintentionally batting her long black lashes.
“Well, where are you from?”
“Oh, I’m from Georgia,” she said.
Redd smiled, he had noticed a slight Southern accent and thought that it was charming.
“Ah. I thought I heard a southern accent in there. As for me, I grew up right here in Philly, so it’s nice to hear something other than ‘whutter’ and ‘jimmies’ all the time,” he said.
“Ha. Is that right?” she said, giggling a little, tilting her head and smiling sweetly.
“Yeah, that’s right. Hey, can I get you a drink?” he asked.
“Sure, thanks a lot.”
Reed motioned to the pink drink, which she was fishing the cherry out of. “What are you having?”
“A Dirty Shirley.”
The words came with a flirtatious smile and her gaze drifting up to Redd. She flashed her big doe eyes as she put the cherry between her teeth and pulled the stem off.
“Ok,” Redd stammered as he stared at the way she held the bright red cherry between her supple lips.
It had only been a moment, and he hadn’t even asked her what her name was yet, but he was already falling for her. Redd decided right then and there that he was determined to make this curvy southern woman his. He wanted her like he hadn’t ever wanted any other woman. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he knew she was the one from the moment he noticed her sitting in that booth.
When he approached the bar, Redd ordered the drink while trying to sound tough saying “Dirty Shirley.” When he turned back around to look at the booth, Redd’s eyes traveled up his love’s full long legs and plump thighs which were covered with dark green tights. Rick, the bartender, saw Redd fawning over her.
“Well! She’s cute, inn’t she?” he said.
“She sure is.” Redd said slowly, dragging out the word ‘sure’ as he admired her from across the bar.
“Jeez, Reddy-boy, you got it bad for her, don’tcha?” Rick said, grinning.
Redd just smiled and nodded, looking a bit dumb with his purple shiner and semi-slack jaw as he took the drink from Rick.
“Yeah,” said Redd, “I think I do. Thanks for the drink, Rick.”
Redd glided back over to the booth, careful not to spill a drop of her precious drink.
“Thank you,” she said graciously.
“No worries. What exactly is a Dirty Shirley anyway?”
“It’s kinda like a Shirley Temple but with vodka,” she said, “I always loved regular Shirley Temples growing up, and I suppose I never grew out of it.” His gaze shifted to her rockabilly red-painted lips as she bit at the bottom one and cheeklily smiled, bringing the matching colored drink to her lips.
“I like that. That sounds nice,” Redd said. “I always liked Shirley Temples too, but don’t tell anybody,” he added with a wink. She grinned widely at the joke about his masculinity.
“So… do you come here often?” she said changing the subject. While laughing, she added, “That’s such a corny thing to say.”
“Nah, it’s alright,” he said, grinning at her frankness, “I do come here often. This is like my home-base bar, if you know what I mean. I’ve never seen you here before, though.”
“I used to come here years ago, actually. I just came back to Philadelphia after moving back to Georgia for a couple years.”
Redd was hung on her every word, eager to hear each syllable and absorb every detail.
“What were you doing in Georgia?”
She looked down, “My mamma was sick. I went back home to help out the family.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Is she alright?”
“Naw,” she said, tilting her head up towards the ceiling to prevent a tear from falling down her face, “She passed about a month ago. We had the funeral and got everything taken care of and so I came back here.” She leveled her head out, looking at him again.
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Redd said seriously, “I know hearing ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t always the best thing to hear because everyone always says that, but… I know what you’re going through. My dad was battling cancer before he passed away nearly two years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking at me, “Thanks for telling me that, though.”
“Hey,” Redd said, reflexively reaching his hand towards hers. He brushed his fingers against hers, touching her hand briefly before thinking twice and nervously pulling his hand away. He added, “If you’re making yourself vulnerable, you’d better believe
that I’ll return the favor. No one wants to be the only one feeling that way in a room.”
“You’re real sweet, did you know that?” she said, her eyes beginning to light up. He could see the little flecks of gold and mahogany and green in her round hazel eyes, and couldn’t help but admire them and the way they contrasted with her strawberry blonde hair.
“I never asked your name,” she said suddenly.
“Redd,” he said, sticking his hand out for her to shake.
“My name’s Annabelle, but you can call me Anna,” she said, boldly meeting his gaze and taking his rough hand into her soft, delicate palm.