Destroyed by the Bad Boy (3 page)

Chapter Six

Bentley

Rifling through my bag to look at my stash of liquor and pick out one of the three bottles I packed I can’t help but get excited.  This side of Sierra is going to be fun to see.  Drinking games are the best way to pass the time and also a great way to relax and if for only a short time, forget our situation.  My fingers find their way around the neck of a bottle of Jack and pull it out.

“How do you feel about my good friend Jack joining the party?” 

Sierra claps her hands. “Let’s do it.”

Her bravado is cute. “Have you ever played Pennies?”

“I’ve heard of the game before.  Is it the one where you have to bounce the pennies off the table and into a glass?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one.  We just need to find something to use…”  Sierra and I glance around the room searching for the right kind of vessel to use in our game. I look around for what we can use instead of glasses since we didn’t have any, while Sierra rifles through her bag and finds her wallet, pulling out a few pennies. 

“Wait, I have an empty water bottle in my bag we can use.  We will just have to cut the top off of it.”  Sierra digs around in her bag and pulls out the empty and slightly crushed water bottle.  Reaching into my pocket I pull out my pocket knife and easily remove the top half of the bottle, leaving a relatively cup shaped bottom to use in our game.

“Alright, so the only rule is, if you don’t get the penny into the glass you drink, and you have to bounce the penny into the cup, no throwing it right in.”  Sierra hands me two pennies and holds two more in her own hand.   It was a simple game, but we really didn’t have much to work with.

“Ladies first,” I gesture towards her and Sierra smirks.

“I am so gonna pummel you at this game.”  She lines herself up with the ‘cup’ and throws the penny down.  It bounces once and narrowly makes it into the cup.  Sierra cheers loudly and runs a small circle around the room.

“Who’s the champion?”  she taunts me.

“It’s only the first round, just you wait.”  I position myself similarly to where Sierra was and try my hand.  Needless to say, I missed by a wide margin. 

We play back and forth, missing more often than we make it and pretty soon we are pretty sloshed.  I like watching the way her lips press against the neck of the bottle as she takes her sip of liquor.

The bottle of Jack is nearly half gone and with little to no food to soften the blow, both of us are feeling the effects of heavy drinking.

“I think we should probably stop now.”  Sierra slurs her words ever so slightly and I chuckle at her attempts to appear sober.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.  Hey, didn’t you say you had a sub from earlier?  You should probably eat it now.  We can’t exactly keep it fresh and I think you could use a little food in your belly.” 

Sierra nods in agreement and pulls out the sub, ripping it sloppily into two pieces. “You need some too, Bentley.”

I don’t argue with her, and accept the food.

Quietly we scarf down the small sandwich and though we both yearn for more, we know that we have to ration what we have.  Glancing over to the futon we both have the same idea and head over to lay it down flat before falling onto it unceremoniously. 

“So what do we do now?”  Sierra asks, her voice slightly muffled from her face being buried in the threadbare blankets on the futon.  I shrug my shoulders then realize she probably can’t see me.

“I don’t know.  Dance party?”  Even though we have no access to music and hardly any space to dance it seems like a viable option to me. It must be the Jack.

“That might not the best option for us right now.  I don’t know about you but I think the room might be spinning.”  Sierra turns her head slightly to face me and our eyes lock briefly. 

“What are you looking at?”  My tone was meant to be sarcasm but it must have come off harsher than I intended because the next thing I know Sierra’s eyes have narrowed and a look of hurt flashes across her features.

“There you go again, running your mouth and giving me a hard time.  Do you ever stop to consider that maybe you are being just a bit too much?  There’s only so much a girl can handle.  This is why I didn’t want my mom to marry your dad.”  Sierra pushes herself up and off the futon.  I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or the desperation from the situation that’s led us to this conversation.

“Why does everyone have to always give me such a hard time about how I look and what I do and what I say?  Especially you.”  I see she is getting upset.

“Why do you think I give you such a hard time?”  I ask her, not knowing exactly where my mind was planning to take this conversation.

“Because you hate my very existence?”  She lashes back.

I scoff at her. “Not hardly.  Try again.”  I know now where this is going and though I’m not quite sure either of us are ready for what I have to say I’m going to go through with it.  No time like the present, right?

“You want to puke at the sight of me?” 

Where did she get that idea from?
“What the fuck?  No.  Are you seriously that delusional?”

“And there he is, the asshole I know and love.”  Though I know the word was meant to be part of a demeaning statement the moment the word
love
leaves her mouth I can feel myself going soft.

“Will you listen to me for two seconds?”  My voice is softer and I lean closer to her, but she hasn’t picked up on my intentions yet.

“Listen to you insult me?  No thanks, I’d rather trudge through the snow in search of someone who will be nice.”

“Goddamn it Sierra.”  I cross the room and grab a small mirror that’s hanging on the wall, and stalk over to her, shoving it in her face.  “Look.  And tell me what you see.”

For a long moment she just stares blankly at her reflection. “I see a girl who’s really fucking confused right now, so why don’t you spell it out for me, otherwise, I’m beginning to wonder if the carbon dioxide we’re releasing with each breath has poisoned the cabin and made you insane.”  I can see she’s proud of herself for that that little comment but I decide not to respond to it directly.

Holding the mirror so that we can both see her reflection, I soften my gaze and when she meets my eyes I tell her how I really feel.  “I see a beautiful, intelligent woman who uses sarcasm as a defense technique.  A girl with full lips meant for kissing, and the prettiest big blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” Sierra’s gulps visibly, unsure of what to say or do.  I have essentially just admitted how I feel about her and I have no idea how she’ll react.

“Are you joking with me?”  Her tone has changed from defensive to genuinely hopeful.  I lean closer to her and rest my face close to hers.

“No, I’m not.  I really do find you attractive, even when you’re being difficult.”  A smile finds its way onto my face and I pull back from her to give her a little space.  Sierra is processing what I’ve just said and I let her.  I move back to the futon and lay down.  Pretty soon I feel the futon dip down and feel the heat from Sierra’s body next to mine.

“I’m cold.”  I turn over to see Sierra lying on the bed clutching the thin blankets around her slim frame.  Knowing full well what she wants, I wrap my blankets around her to share our heat.

“I’m not sleeping with you.”  She states matter-of-factly.

“Fine.”

“And we are not cuddling.”

“Good.”  But soon enough Sierra shivers from the cold.  I have to stifle a smile as she scoots a little closer to me. 

“But maybe our legs can be friends?”

“Sure, just our legs.”

Chapter Seven

Sierra

The next morning the sun rose but remained hidden behind the seemingly endless grey clouds of the blizzard.  The snow continued to fall, albeit at a slightly slower pace.  The fire from the previous night was all but gone, a few smoldering embers remained and the chill in the cabin was back with a vengeance.  I shivered despite attempts not to, effectively waking Bentley up from his slumber.  Our legs were still intertwined from how we fell asleep and I work to untangle them.

“What are you doing?”  Bentley’s voice is thick with sleep.

“I’m trying to move around to get warm.”  A coy smile flashes across Bentley’s face.

“I know how to heat you up.”  He’s teasing, but there’s a serious tone to his voice.  I’m sure he does, he’s been with plenty of women.  And from last night’s little confession I know he doesn’t see me as I always assumed he did. He thinks I’m pretty. Unless that was just the alcohol talking.

I don’t know how to respond so I just choose to change the subject.  “Should we dig into one of the cans of food?”  I push off the futon and head towards the three glorious options we have.

“I think we should try to wait a little longer before opening them.  Let’s just focus on getting the fire back up and roaring.”  Bentley pushes the blankets off and shuffles over to the dying flames.  Within a few moments the flames are licking up the wood and producing a relatively healthy fire.

“You are one heck of a boy scout.”  I plop down onto the floor near Bentley as he pushes himself back from the fireside.

“You have no idea.”  There is a moment of silence as the two of us just sit next to each other and stare at the fire. 

“Did you mean what you said last night?” I ask.

His intense dark gaze latches onto mine. “Every word.” He’s silent for a few moments, and just watches me. “You’re gorgeous, Sierra.” His voice is tender, and sweet.

A zing of heat races through me that has nothing to do with the fire.

Then a light touch on my hand gets my attention.  I look to see Bentley’s hand on mine.  When I glance up to him I notice how close he is to me and how his eyes are honed in on my lips.  I know then exactly what’s about to happen, and my heart starts to beat wildly.  In some strange way, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for a while. The chemistry between us was bound to implode at some point. It was going to be a knock-out, drag out fight, or an angry fuck. Though right now, there’s no anger in his eyes. Only heat. For me.

In the next heartbeat his lips are on mine and we’re kissing.  It is softer and gentler than I had expected to be but within a few moments the intensity picks up.  Bentley grabs my head and pulls me closer to him, the fervor in his kiss more intense than before.  My hands find his toned chest and shoulders before reaching around and pulling him closer to me. 

Then Bentley’s hands are moving from behind my head to my shoulders and then lower still to my chest where he firmly squeezes my breasts.  I can feel my nipples strain against my bra as he lightly massages my breasts.  His touch is sure and damn, he knows exactly what he’s doing, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs until I feel weak. Suddenly I have the urge to remove anything that separates us. I want to be touching skin to skin.  Yanking at my sweatshirt I pull it up and over my head quickly followed by my shirt and bra.  At the same time Bentley is reaching for his layers and removing them with lightning speed.

Within thirty seconds we are bare chested and giving in the magnetic attraction between us. His hands are on my breasts again and put my hands on his hands, loving the feel of his large hands on me.  I moan out his name and Bentley’s mouth latches on to mine again. Even his kisses are in a whole different level than what I’ve experienced before. He sucks on my tongue, and pinches my nipples, making me cry out.

“Greedy girl,” he moans, taking his mouth from mine. “Can I kiss these?”

I look down at his hands on my breasts, and give a quick nod. I would give anything to feel his mouth on me right now.

His head dips down his tongue sneaks across my skin. I moan, long and loud at the contact of his warm mouth against my nipple. His tongue flicks back and forth, and then his teeth graze the tender button.

Gah!

He knows how to work his mouth, that is for damn sure.

My panties are soaking wet, and it feels so much better than I ever knew it could. But soon even that isn’t enough and I need more, and judging by the straining hard on I can see Bentley agrees.  I push against Bentley and in that moment we are separated I can feel the chill bit at my exposed skin.  But I quickly bend down and pull on Bentley’s pants, making it clear what I intend.  The former look of disappointment on his face is quickly replaced by anticipation and eagerness as I remove his pants.

I’m fighting with his belt, wondering how in the hell this thing is fastened, hoping I don’t look like an idiot.

“Let me help you, sweetheart.” Bentley’s hands drop to mine, and he takes over.

No words were needed to explain what I wanted but Bentley knew exactly what was coming his way and he eased the way.  It’s just another thing to like about him. Within seconds his pants and underwear are long gone from his body and he leans back on his elbows on the floor, allowing me to have my first look.

His body is a work of art, sculpted smooth muscles, still lightly tanned from last summer. My eyes wander along his tight abs, and muscular chest… down to his… Holy shit!

That is one massive cock.

My mouth drops open, and Bentley’s fist closes around it, and he strokes himself up and down.

“It’ll fit. I promise.”

My eyes flash on his, and I expect his cocky smile to be firmly in place, but instead I find a serious and thoughtful look on his face.

I swallow down a wave of nerves, my brain struggling to produce words.

“We don’t have to fuck, Sierra.” His hand stops stroking, and I mourn its loss.

I crawl up on top of his body and gave him a harsh kiss, slightly biting him in the process before making my way down his body.  “I could try,” I say, forcing some confidence into my voice.

“Yeah, but we don’t have to. Whatever you want, okay?”

Appreciating his thoughtful side, I decide to give him some attention. Slowly I venture from his lips to his neck, down to his collarbone, finding his Adam’s apple and then migrating down his sternum.  Every once in a while I would nip and bite, alternating between the pleasure of kissing and the pain of biting.  The way Bentley reacted I could tell he was enjoying it. He made low grunts and exhales from time to time. Eventually I made my way down his chest and across his belly button before reaching the surprisingly soft hair of his groin.  That is when I stopped and pulled back to behold the cock of so many rumors, and intimation rushed through me again.

I had to admit it was every bit as impressive as I had been lead to believe.  It was long and large.  I licked my lips at the prospects of wrapping my mouth around the beast. 

Bentley was getting frustrated as his hips started to buck at his impatience.  I smirked at him and I could swear he was sending my daggers with his eyes, but the pleasure he had felt thus far made it hard for him to stay mad.

“Open up your mouth for me, princess. Let me show you how I like it.”

Without further delay I brought myself face to cock with Bentley’s member and in one fell swoop I deep throated him.  While I couldn’t get his full cock into my mouth I made sure to stroke what I couldn’t fit and massage his balls so that they didn’t feel left out. 

“
Jesus
. Fuck, Sierra.”

As I bobbed up and down on his cock and stroked in time with my mouth’s movements all while kneading Bentley’s balls, Bentley could hardly contain himself.  Moans and groans of pleasure emanated from him and to increase his pleasure I hummed a bit while sucking him off. 

“Fuuuck,” Bentley groans, his hands caressing my hair.

Needless to say he didn’t last very long and within a few moments I could feel his cum coating my mouth and sliding down my throat.  Once he released Bentley collapsed onto the floor with a thump and enjoyed the high of his climax.  I sidled my way up to his side and he wrapped his arms around me. 

“Damn girl. I’m not going to ask where you learned to do that.”

The truth was, I didn’t know what I was doing, but the passion and intensity burning between us, not to mention his impressive body, and even more impressive cock, it had all fueled me on.

With our bodies close together we shared our generated heat and enjoyed lying in each other’s arms.