Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 8)

by Kylie Parker

  I looked at my wrist watch again; it was about 6:42 pm I had a whole hour and some minutes to spare before the date and yet she had not called or texted. I had chosen a casual place where most people wined and dined after a long day of work, that way neither of us would feel any pressure to dress well. My casual look fit perfectly with the place; old jeans with a Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt would never let me down on any day.

  Waiting for the phone call was becoming a little too much for me; I instead decided to drive around and maybe get her more flowers before the date.

  “Now this felt meaningful,” I thought to myself as I pulled out of the driveway. I had gone back to the club the night before after getting Sarah’s number; my blonde was still in the club getting high and dancing her ass off. She hadn’t even realized that I had stepped out; I had ordered a couple more drinks and tried to enjoy her company and the music in the club. It all felt empty now that she had left; I thought the drunken sex I later had with the blonde would get her off my mind, but it did me no good. It was just as dry as it always was; with her shouting for God at the top of her lungs as I secretly wondered what she would tell her maker if he really did appear.

  A look at my wrist watch again said I had about half an hour. I decided to head on to the restaurant and probably start drinking for the sake of my nerves. I couldn’t get the picture of her pointing a gun at me out of my mind; she could easily pass as a dominatrix in bed, and that was the kind of thing I would kill for. The thought of her in leather pantyhose, knee high boots and no bra got a reaction from my pants which made me chuckle.

  The parking lot was already crowded when I got there and parked right next to a red Ferrari. I stepped out and pocketed the keys before walking towards the restaurant. I could not really tell how I was feeling at that time; my heart was literally in my mouth. I walked to the door and checked my wrist watch again before scanning the room, 7:45 pm. I still had fifteen minutes to kill before the date.

  My eyes scanned the room and fell on a table at the very far end of the room, there she was, and her head was bent over some files that I assumed were from the office. She had on reading glasses on and had the sexy librarian; boss lady looks down. The short strides I made towards her felt heavy as lead; she didn’t look up until I got to the table and let out a broad smile.

  “You are here early,” I said with a smile.

  “I know.”

  “I thought you wouldn’t show up,” I said and took a seat opposite her.

  “I thought so too.”

  “I am happy you came,” I said before hesitating and asked, “Why did you come?”

  “You will have me wondering the same thing if you keep asking me so many questions.”

  This woman was cold as an exposed Eskimo’s ass, she was downright intimidating, and I loved it. It gave me one hell of a kick; I scanned the room for the help, and my eyes fell on a waitress who was free and signaled her over.

  “Wine?” I asked.

  “Scotch please,” she answered. She had now placed the files away in a briefcase that she had on the seat next to her and intertwined the palms of her hands.

  “Long day?” I asked.

  “You have no idea.”

  My breath almost caught in my throat as I looked at her in shock, had the ice queen started thawing? That was the first thing she had said to me that was not stained with contempt or disgust.

  “I will have a bottle of your finest wine and the lady will have a scotch,” I said to the waitress who was standing by us with her hands held behind her back “What are your specials today?”

  “The duck breast served with a side of mashed potatoes with gravy. I have also gotten an excellent feedback on the sermon tonight.”

  “I will have the duck whatever whatever,” Sarah jumped in without waiting for me to inquire what she will have.

  “I will have the same.”

  The waitress left our side and headed to the kitchen with our order she had a nice upside down love shaped ass, but my attention was on Sarah tonight not anyone else.

  “Let’s cut straight to the chase,” Sarah said with her eyes piercing straight into mine, why on earth was this beautiful creature ever so vile “My place or yours?”

  “Huh!” I asked her confused.

  “Where are we going to have sex? My place or yours?”

  That had caught me by surprise; I knew she was direct, but this was a whole different turn of events. We hadn’t even had our dinner, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, where on earth did you come from?

  “I don’t want to have sex with you Sarah” I answered, “Not yet at least.”

  “Then what do you want?” her lips were perky as they formed a semicircle that looked almost cartoon like “Sweet Lord, do not tell me you are one of those romantic goons?”

  “I am not a romantic goon Sarah,” I answered, “I honestly want to get to know you.”

  “Will your girlfriend be okay with that? I saw her with you the other night clinging to your arm like a weird looking patch. Tall, blonde, both literally and figuratively.”

  I detected a hint of jealousy in her voice and knew pointing that out would only make her walls stronger.

  “That was not my girlfriend.”

  “Ok.”

  I couldn’t tell whether she believed me or not but the waitress showed up and saved the awkward situation with our drinks in hand.

  “So what do you want to know about me, Robbie?”

  I hadn’t told her my name. I figured she must have gotten it from doing a background check on my telephone number.

  “Why did you show up for the date?”

  “Free food and drink, I can never pass on that,” she answered “Why did you ask me out?”

  “You look and sound interesting.”

  The rest of our time spent was talking about basic things and that was how I found out that she worked with the FBI. The whole attitude and fierce demeanor now made sense, time flew by and before we knew it had clocked 11:00.

  “This was lovely,” I said over dessert.

  “Ummm.” She had this unsatisfied look displayed on her face after I had said these words that didn’t settle well with me.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “It was normal for me,” she tried to explain “Normal and cliché date, do not take any offense in my words.”

  How could I not? She had called my date “normal,” I f I didn’t know any better that seemed to be a polite way of saying boring.

  “I did not mean to scratch your ego,” she tried to diffuse the situation but not apologize “I was hoping for more excitement from you, after you practically chased me down the other night from the nightclub to give me my purse, I didn’t expect our first date to be this subtle.”

  She did make a good point and though I could still feel the sting of her imaginary kick in my nuts, I actually understood what she meant.

  “I will keep that in mind for next time; I didn’t know being a gentleman was outdated,” I answered.

  She let out a hearty laughter at my words and I loved how it brightened her face and made her look happy.

  “What makes you think there will be a second date?”

  “I am a confident man.”

  I had to walk her to her car after dessert and made sure she had fastened her seatbelt before taking off. The liquor and light talk had relaxed her, and her guard was now down, she looked and felt happy and giddy.

  “Good night Robbie,” were the last words she said to me as she drove off. I had really wanted to kiss her but held back.

  “Good night Sarah,” I answered, “I will see you soon.”

  Her car skidded away with my warm sentimental thoughts for her. I had not felt like this for any woman in a very long time. She warmed my heart and dare I say my life now felt meaningful.

  5

  Sarah

  This man!! This man!! This man!! Where on earth did he come from? Talk about the exact replica of my dream guy. Any woman’s dream man for that matte
r, after bruising his ego on the first date being cliché he tried to prove a point and I was not complaining. Here I was looking at my reflection in the mirror getting ready for our fourth date (but who was counting)

  Robbie felt unreal; he was a fantasy and a dream that I was waiting to wake up from. There must be something wrong with him; no one was ever this good. Maybe he was lame in bed; I still hadn’t fucked the bastard and for two very simple reasons.

  I didn’t want to look too desperate especially after coming on too strong on him on the first date and I was afraid he would stop being interesting once I fucked him. I hadn’t been to see Henry and Summer for about a month now. My pussy was complaining but for some reason I just didn’t care. I almost fucked him on the last date but got a call from work just before I took off my panties.

  The blue dress he had randomly bought me the day before was perfect on me, it looked like I was born in it. It hugged me in the right places, made my perfect behind look gorgeous and my small bust looks bigger. I was really excited about the night ahead and what he had installed for us. The phone rang and distracted me from my reverie; it was my date calling and right on time too. He was always on time a very attractive feature in a man; I picked it up with an excited smile.

  “Hey there.”

  “Hey, I am right outside,” he announced.

  “Will be down in a second.”

  One last look at myself in the mirror gave me the confidence I needed. I complemented my dress with a black clutch purse and heels to match and headed out of my apartment.

  Robbie was standing next to his car when I walked out into the parking lot, he looked busy on his phone and I automatically wondered who he was talking to. He let out a broad smile and put his phone away when he saw me.

  “You look stunning.”

  “Don’t I always?”

  He was by now used to my sharp tongue and sassy attitude and would sometimes throw an equally rude comment back.

  “Let’s go,” he said and I couldn’t help but notice the excitement in his voice.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Somewhere unexpected.”

  “Will I like it?”

  “I have no idea,” Robbie answered.

  Over the few weeks we had dated he had learned to expect anything from me, he would still be shocked at how much I loved junk food. I guessed from the skinny bitch I saw him with the first night we met; he was used to seeing women eat carrot sticks for dinner.

  “I am looking forward to it nevertheless,” I said as I comfortably strapped myself next to him in the co driver’s seat and waited eagerly for where he would take me.

  The buzzing from my phone killed the excitement that was in the car; I picked it up reluctantly and listened to who the caller was on the other side.

  “Hello Sarah.”

  “Hi Sam.”

  I had not been to the sex club for the longest time; Sam was probably calling to find out if I was dead or something this was an extremely strange behavior from me.

  “Are you doing well? We have not seen or heard from you in a while?”

  I had to commend Sam for the client follow up he was making right now, they did fulfill a lot of fantasies in their little shed but I was currently enjoying my own fantasy for free. I might get back to them when my heart is broken and I wake up from this hell of a dream.

  “I have actually been very busy at work but I will stop by once the storm passes,” I answered as calmly as I could and hoped Robbie will not make any sense of it. I hung up the phone after giving Sam false hope and stared straight ahead at the lonely road.

  “Booty call?” Robbie asked.

  “Something like that.”

  “Well, I hope you won’t need any of them soon.”

  The hint was well received and internalized but I chose to remain silent as we drove on. The streets looked familiar as we moved on and I all of a sudden knew where we were going.

  “We are heading to the drive-in movie aren’t we?”

  “Not really,” he answered shyly “Ok, you are partially right. Why don’t we let the rest be a surprise?”

  I settled well in my seat and waited for him to park the car, I could tell he had something planned but of course didn’t know what it was. I followed him closely like a blind puppy and noticed how everyone seemed to pave the way for us as we walked.

  “He must have brought a million other girls here,” I thought to myself with a sneer as we moved along. I don't know why I was jealous and I decided not to dwell on it. He led us outside where there was a picnic basket set out with a bottle of champagne. There was a projector configured to face a white wall where I automatically assumed the movie will be playing.

  “Where is everyone else?” I asked curiously. I had been to such a place once but not alone, there were always other couples drooling over each other with love in their eyes at such places.

  “There won’t be everyone else.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I rented the place for just the two of us.”

  Being speechless was a much-expected reaction from me; he intertwined his hands with mine and started guiding me towards the picnic setting. The feel of his touch sent shivers up and down my spine and my mind began to undress him in my head. I don’t know why I was all of a sudden so horny. It must have been the phone call from Sam, the thought of the sex club made me wet and I wanted nothing but a thick juicy cock in me.

  “I hope you don’t mind, I called ahead and placed an order for dinner.”

  “I don’t mind at all,” I answered. I was indeed hungry but not for food. I had felt how big he was a few times when we had dry humped like a young couple who were still not in touch with their nudity.

  The setting was perfect, the dinner delicious and his choice of movie was commendable.

  “Why did you pick this particular movie?” I asked curiously as I watched Julie Andrews run along a patch of green grass singing to an old all time melody.

  “You once said it was one of your favorite movies growing up.”

  “I did?”

  “Yes you did.”

  “It is good to know that you pay attention,” I said shyly.

  “I always pay attention,” he said this and ran his hand through my hair before sipping from his champagne glass. We had just finished eating and were now seated side by side watching the movie while sipping in the wine.

  “I want to fuck you,” I blurted out without really thinking about it.

  “I want to fuck you too,” he replied and we both let out a giggle at the bluntness of the situation. We locked eyes briefly before I made the first move, I leaned in for a kiss and once our lips met, I knew where will be headed.

  6

  Robbie

  I placed a hand on her cheek and engaged her in the kiss; I was not shocked when she made the first move. She had been sending signals the whole night but I had a lot planned for her, this FBI lady would not know what hit her by the time I was through with her. I was not planning on going soft with her, not with her smart mouth and sassy attitude. I pulled back from the kiss momentarily and the longing in her face could not be ignored. I then pulled her back by her hair and made her lie on the ground. Her back was on the floor and I easily got on top of her, I nibbled on her neck as my hand reached down to pull her dress up.

  It all happened unexpectedly and got me by surprise; Sarah was one hell of an unpredictable bitch. She pushed me away and made me lie on my back; she then got on top of me and placed one hand on my neck. Any attempt to try and hold her was received by a slap on my wrist.

  “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  Now this was confusing, I must have mistaken the longing in her eyes for something else.

  “Speak bitch,” she barked and this time I received a hot slap across my face. I didn’t have time to internalize it before a third and a fourth one landed on my face again. Now I think I had a rough idea what was going on.

  “Do I have permission
to speak?” I asked back coyly and searched her face for her reaction. She exerted more pressure on my neck and bent down to kiss my rugged bearded cheek, she bit hard into it and it made me wince from the pain. This was all a new experience for me and it was exciting to learn that she was a dominatrix but it was not in my nature to be a submissive especially during sex.

  Without warning, I flipped her on her back, she was one strong woman, I had momentarily forgotten her apparent police training. Roughing her up, spanking her and letting her loose from her panties was all a struggle but a great turn on and from the look in her eyes I could tell she loved it too. We both wanted to be in control but getting the power was not an easy task. I was finally on top of her and held both her hands pinned over her head. Although I knew my victory will be short lived, I reveled in it.

  “Go down on me,” she half begged and half commanded and I did as she had asked.

  She still had the dress on but I had taken off her panties, I didn’t have much work to do. Her juices were already dripping a clear indication that she was nothing but a freak. I went down to her and started licking and nibbling her pussy. The pleasurable moans that escaped her throat as I did this made me harder than life itself.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded letting me know that I was on her mercies. I didn’t need to be shot twice; I flipped her on her tummy so that her back was to me and teased her entrance.

  “Put it in,” she begged.

  “Not yet love.”

  “Put it in you son of a bitch,” she said this time in a commanding tone. I couldn’t afford to tease her any longer and slid it in. A moan escaped my throat as I did this and I let my entire weight slim down on her holding her in place as I went on.

  The first stroke was heavenly; I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to remain buried in this gorgeous woman for the rest of my life. If heaven was this good, Dear Lord forgives all my transgressions. I went on to thrust in deeper and harder just as I knew she would like it. I then propped my weight with my hand and moved faster, increased my pace and momentum as I moved.