Bad Kind of Love

by Remi Rose

  With his palms resting on my bare thighs, I search his eyes for answers. Instead, I feel his forehead drop onto mine as a deep sigh of anguish escapes from his lips.

  “One day I will. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” His voice sounds broken, like he’s worried about how I’d react.

  “But?” I ask, defeated as he pulls his hand from my thigh and cradles my face.

  “I’m not ready for you to hate me.” He whispered over my lips, as his confession stung my heart.

  I could never hate him.

  Even when I first met Jack, I didn’t hate him.

  Placing my hand over the top of his, I hold him there, exploring his face like it’s my first time.

  “How could I hate you when I’m in love with you?” I surprise myself as the words fall from my lips and Jack’s eyes widen in shock.

  Second guessing myself, I begin to pull back but Jack’s stronghold tightens around me.

  “Say it again.” He grunts as his intense stare changes from adoring to hungry in seconds.

  This time with confidence, I capture his face with both hands and look him straight on.

  “I love you Jack, more than I’ve loved anyone before.”

  Within seconds, I was being pulled down onto his warm lips, melting in his arms as I kissed him with everything I had. He was the storm that came without warning. He shook up my world, wreaking havoc on my heart and mind until I began questioning everything. And here I was now, no longer swimming. I was drowning in him, and loving every damn minute of it.

  I felt his finger graze my shoulder, slipping underneath my dress strap as he leisurely drug it down my shoulder. The cool air hit my nipple, and before I knew it, his mouth latched over my swollen bud.

  Moaning, I arch myself into him, grinding hard into his lap as his dick rubs along my hot center loving every sinful minute of it.

  His mouth felt like heaven, but he was anything but holy.

  “Fuck.” I moan as his tongue licks and teeth nibble over my flesh. “As much as I want to do more, our date isn’t finished yet.”

  With a pop, my nipple falls out of his mouth and his heavy eyes peer up into mine.

  “You’re right.” He agrees, placing a kiss on my chest before pulling my dress strap up.

  Lifting me off his lap, he gently places me beside him as I straighten my dress and fix my hair. With the lamp at our feet, we begin to eat the food he brought. Everything was delicious. Especially the apple pie he brought for dessert, which I was surprised to hear he made.

  Bite after bite, I watched as the fork entered his mouth. His lips wrapped around the utensil, sucking off any remaining pie that might still be lingering and then he’d slowly drag it out of his mouth.

  Jesus.

  Swallowing, I fidget in my spot, feeling the ache between my legs intensify.

  “Taste good?” He asks as I stare at his licked clean fork.

  “Very.” I half moan and finish the rest of my plate.

  After we both finished eating, we sat there in silence just taking in our surroundings. The eeriness was beginning to fade, but the dreadful conversation of my college acceptance was eating away at me.

  Instead of getting it over with, I chickened out and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

  “How old are you?”

  It wasn’t something I was dying to know but the minute it came out, I wish I could’ve taken it back.

  Cringing, I watch as his mouth lifts into a grin.

  “Thirty-nine.”

  Surprised he even answered, I nod.

  “You’re a year younger than my dad.”

  Shit, why did I say that?

  Red faced, my mouth opens but Jack cuts me off.

  “And you’re the same age as my son.”

  Frowning, I find myself lifting to my feet as Wes floods my brain.

  “Please don’t bring him up.” I grab the lamp and start walking towards the carousel. “Especially when we're out here doing this.”

  I already knew Jack was hot on my heels as I climbed up the rickety staircase that led up to the horses.

  Betrayal was the first word that came to mind when I thought of Wes. Our friendship was ruined the moment my feelings changed for Jack and now I was ridden with guilt.

  “Doing what?” Jack's gruff voice spoke up from behind me.

  “Jack…” I say incredulously as my eyes were focused on the shattered mirror that wrapped around the center pole of the carousel.

  My eyes connected with Jack’s behind me, and I felt him press up against me. Emotions swirled between us, but my head immediately dropped down when I felt myself on the brink of tears.

  “Look up, Becca.” He demanded softly.

  When I finally did, I watched through the mirror as Jack’s hand snaked around my neck, rubbing the spot just below my ear.

  “I will never have the patience of Wes.” He spoke calmly as his fingers continued to rub at my skin. “Or his charm that melts hearts.”

  “Jack…” I frown staring into his miserable eyes.

  “With me, what you see is what you get. You won’t wake up to flowers at your bedside or have sweet nothings whispered in your ears.” His grip on my neck tightens but the stinging has me gasping for more.

  “Instead, I’ll steal your heart and set fire to your soul, damning any other man after me.” He growled low into my ear as my eyes rolled back into my head.

  I didn’t want another man.

  I just wanted him.

  “I want every beautiful and broken part of you, Becca. The good, the bad, everything.”

  It was always going to be him. Jack was the missing piece to my puzzle, and I was willing to risk everything for our immoral love.

  “I don’t want sweet.” I set him straight, locking our eyes together. “I want your darkness.” Twisting around in his arms, the grip he has on my neck loosens and I watch as the vein in his neck thumps wildly. “I want the devil who stole my heart.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Jack

  Love.

  How could such a short word make my heart feel like it’s pounding a million beats per second?

  It’s all I’ve been fucking thinking about since Becca told me she loved me. I wanted to hear her say it at least a hundred more times, just so I knew I wasn’t imagining it.

  She was an angel sent down to tempt me, but a strong man could only hold off for so long. Her persistence and vicious tongue became my downfall, and I knew she was mine the minute she stumbled through my classroom.

  “Just drop me off down the street and I can walk.” She pointed out the window as I came to a stop at a stop sign.

  Glancing at her from the side, I find my eyes tracing down her bare legs every time.

  “Fuck no, I’ll just drop you off in front of your house.” I grunt, thinking there’s no way I’d let her walk that far at night.

  “Fine.” She crosses her arms.

  Rolling up to her house, I park across the street and shut off the ignition.

  Her playful eyes meet mine, and I can tell she’s up to no good.

  “Thank you for tonight.” She beams, unhooking the seatbelt and leaning over the console towards me.

  Instead of offering her my words, I study her beautiful face until my hand circles around the back of her neck, yanking her towards me.

  “Tonight isn’t over yet.” I grin as her breathing quickens and her breasts rise and fall.

  As she tugs on her lower lip, she lowers her brows as if she’s trying to think of something.

  “I have an idea.” Her eyes darkened and she pulled out of my grasp. Opening the door she hopped out, leaving me sitting there confused. I watch as she circles around my truck, then curls one finger towards me, taunting me to follow her.

  Fuck.

  Her dress is hiked up almost to her pussy as she continues walking backwards toward the house with her eyes on me.

  Becca was the complete fucking package, and I was a fool
who’d follow her to the end of the world if I had to.

  Slowly getting out of the truck, I say fuck what was right and follow Becca. The worry of being caught flew out the window and all that consumed me was the need to bury myself inside Becca.

  Her finger beckons me to go after her as we walk through the grass and stop on the side of the house. Covered in a blanket of darkness, I slowly close the gap between us, shoving her hard against the siding of the house.

  “You tryin’ to get me in trouble?” I growl into her neck as her nails claw down my back. Grazing my teeth across her skin, I bite down onto her shoulder, eliciting a small moan from her.

  “Maybe.” She groans, as her fingers fumble with my pants.

  Anything she wanted, I was willing to give.

  If she wanted my heart, I’d gladly rip it out of my chest and give it to her.

  I was hers, and she was mine.

  Her touch alone set my skin on fire, burning hot as she trailed her fingers across my lower stomach, teasing and rubbing.

  “Becca?” A voice from behind us calls out, and my heart immediately sinks because I knew who it is.

  Wes.

  Her fingers drop from body and all the color drains from her face as she stares at his shadowy figure in horror. Fixing my pants, I take a step away from Becca, and hear a sharp intake of breath.

  “Dad?” His voice shook with rage as Becca began to frantically run her fingers through her hair.

  With my head down I couldn’t look him in the eyes. I could feel his pain and rage through his hard stare and feel the hatred he had for me worsening.

  “Wes, it’s not..” Becca announced through tears as she tried to step towards him, but he immediately cut her off.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” He shouts desperately as his eyes move back and forth between the both of us.

  Lifting my head, I finally meet his wild eyes.

  “I can explain…” She cries, but he’s too far gone to give her any sympathy. With clenched fists and chest heaving, he looks murderous.

  I could only imagine what he must be thinking right now. His thoughts turn savage as he gapes at the both of us in unadulterated horror.

  “How the fuck can you explain this?” He motions between the both of us, and my eyes find Becca’s.

  Guilt seeps through her sorrowful stare, searching for answers on what to do.

  But I was just as lost as her.

  The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Wes, but that seemed to be the only thing I was good at.

  “Are you sleeping with him?” Shaking with anger, he turns towards Becca. “Are you fucking my dad!?” He shouts, causing her to flinch and I quickly interfere.

  “Enough.” I growl as I step in front of Becca, which seems to set Wes off even more.

  “What are you doing here, Wes?” Becca spoke softly as she brushed her fingers against my arm, pushing me aside.

  Wes watched the movement, his eyes bloodthirsty as they landed on Becca’s fingers.

  “What am I doing here?” He scoffs in disbelief, running a hand through his messy hair. “What is he doing here?” He roars, never taking his eyes off Becca as her legs begin to wobble.

  Steadying her with my hand, Wes charged forward but Becca quickly stepped forward thrusting both palms out.

  “Don’t do this, Wes.” She begged though her cries. “Please.”

  He stops inches away from her but his intent on starting a fight with me was still swirling around in his head.

  And hell, I couldn’t blame him.

  His glaring eyes never wavered from mine, but Becca’s strong pull on him had his eyes dropping to hers.

  “Are you sleeping with him?” He repeats but this time his voice is calm. His heavy eyes search through hers, demanding them for answers but her mouth quivers, giving away our dark secret.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Wes

  “Are you sleeping with him?” The words catch at the end of my throat, slicing my insides as I repeat the same question.

  The sinking feeling in my chest was nothing compared to the rage that consumed my body. Staring down into the eyes that once made me fall to my knees, they were now smeared in black makeup that stained her cheeks.

  Just say no, I begged as her betrayal began sinking in and her face contorted in sorrow.

  I was no longer staring into the eyes of the beautiful girl who I first met. This person was different… I had no fucking clue who I was looking at now.

  “Jesus christ.” I shake my head while taking a step back, trying to process everything in my head. Unable to meet her eyes, the anger inside me rises, and the voice inside my head screams at them both.

  How could she do this to me?

  Her hand reaches out to comfort me, but all I see is red.

  “Don’t touch me, Becca.” I growl, imagining all the times she’s touched my dad with those hands. “I can’t even fucking look at you.”

  My dad’s tall frame stands behind Becca, like her protector as he watches me like I’m the fucking bad guy. His expression was like acid to the eyes as he stood there silent. Most likely grinning ear to ear on the inside that the girl I loved chose him over me.

  “You’re fucking dead to me.” I hissed up into my dad's heartless eyes, and then dropped them to Becca’s. “You both are.”

  Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her chest.

  That’s right. Fucking stings doesn’t it?

  My heart felt stomped on, repeatedly taking blows until the pain eventually turned numb. Numb to heartbreak and everything to do with Becca O’Connor.

  With one last look, I stormed away, sprinting as fast as I could down the lawn. I heard Becca call out to me, begging me not to leave.

  Her cries stung, but her betrayal stung more.

  With no direction in mind, I run until my lungs collapse and the need to get as fucked up as possible seems to be the only solution to healing this pain.

  Pulling out my phone, I call Hunter.

  “Anything going on tonight?” I wheeze, trying to catch my breath. Hearing voices in the background, I can tell he’s at a party.

  “Hell yeah, come to Vicky’s house.” He slurs through the phone.

  “I’ll be there.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Becca

  How could I have let this happen?

  One stupid mistake and now Wes knew everything.

  What did I expect though? Eventually he would have found out, but this wasn’t how I imagined it.

  Raking a hand through my matted hair, I pace in circles and replaying his words in my head.

  You’re dead to me.

  “Fuck.” I cry out, tugging at the strands, hoping the pain would relieve what I felt on the inside.

  “Becca, look at me.” Jack reached for me, but I instantly recoiled from his touch. The hurt was evident across his face, but right now, I felt like the shittiest person in the world.

  “He hates me, Jack.” I sob, as the guilt began to suffocate me. Clawing at my neck I gasped for breath, but the hurt was too much to bear.

  He reached for me again and this time, I let him pull me towards his body. Wrapping me in his arms, he squeezes tight, letting me cry into his shirt as my world felt like it was falling apart.

  “I need to find him.” I peer into his eyes, but he responds by shaking his head.

  “The last thing he wants to see is us right now. Give him some space.”

  But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t just sit here while I knew he was out there hurting.

  “I can’t… I can’t do that.” I push out of his arms as he reluctantly lets me go. “I broke his heart, Jack.”

  His head slightly drops and a strange look crosses his face.

  “You love him.”

  It wasn’t a question. It was a statement he was making as he watched me with serious eyes.

  “I…I…” I wanted to say no, that I wasn’t in love with Wes, but I’d be lying to myself and him. But ri
ght now, my feelings didn’t matter. What mattered was finding Wes. “I can’t do this right now.” I shake my head. “I have to find him.”

  Running off into the night, I hear Jack close behind me, gaining on me quickly.

  “God dammit, Becca, wait.” Jack catches my arm, and our eyes collide, crashing into one another in an atomic bomb of emotions.

  “No.” I rip my arm out. “You may not care that you’re dead to him but I do.” I snarl, and dart down the sidewalk.

  ******

  I’ve tried calling Wes a million times, but of course I got no answer. I knew he wouldn’t be at home so my other options were either at a friend’s house or any place that was open this late at night.

  As I walk mindlessly down the sidewalk, I scroll through Facebook in hopes of finding anything that would lead me to him. When I notice a post about a party, I quickly click on it and find directions to Vicky’s house.

  My gut instinct told me he’d be there.

  About thirty minutes later, I was covered in sweat as I climbed the front porch of Vicky’s house. Music blared as I entered the large home, as curious eyes landed on me.

  The one thing on my mind was finding Wes, and I wouldn’t stop until I found him. Brushing past a group of people, I searched for him everywhere. Inside, outside, but I had no luck.

  “Never seen you here before.” A masculine voice purrs as they slide up beside me. His pungent breath stings my nostrils and I feel the sudden need to puke.

  “Not interested.” I growl, pushing past him until my feet come to an abrupt stop.

  He was here.

  Sitting a few feet away from me on a couch, he was holding the neck of a beer bottle between his fingers while a curvy blonde was sitting comfortably on his lap. His head was leaned back, while his eyes remained close, almost as if he was sleeping.

  But he wasn’t.

  Like he could sense my presence, his bloodshot eyes connected with mine and I immediately rushed towards him.

  “Get up.” I snarl, reaching for his hand but the random blonde swats me away.

  “The fuck are you doing psycho?” She shouts as all heads turn our way.

  Her judging eyes trace down my body as if I was some sort of competition to her, and lingered over the grip I had on Wes’s arm.