Married to the Bad Boy (10 page)

As the weeks went by, so did the first month. It felt as though all the drama that had revolved around us getting married had died down as well. Brandon was becoming more and more affectionate toward me as the weeks went on and always found a way to make me laugh. People at school had started a rumor saying he was whipped and had become soft, but that shortly went dead when Brandon overheard someone talking about it, which just made me laugh. He was becoming someone I could rely on and I felt myself becoming closer to him as the weeks passed, even though I still had my guard up.

As the second month of our marriage started, my father showed up more. His new wife, Emily, and he had found a small house on the other side of town. When they come over for dinner every now and then, Brandon would pull me back into the hall and yell that we were going out to eat and that we would see them later. When I had asked Brandon why he did that, he simply put, “I don’t want you seeing him change your way of seeing me.”

How he figured out I was comparing him to my father, I never understood. I knew the more time I spent with Brandon, the more I was able to see the side of him that most other people don’t know about. Even though I could feel myself falling for Brandon, I was still scared that one day, he would turn his back on me, just as my father did. My whole life, any man who was a part of it either left me or abused me, and this frightened me of the possibility of getting close to Brandon, who had shown me how much he cared for me and wanted to keep me safe.   

At times when we were sitting in our room with me doing homework and him watching television, his phone would ring. I would look at him and he would simply look at me before tossing it down next to him. One day when I asked him about who it was, he simply said it was his friend Jake asking him to go racing. I laughed at it. I remembered when he raced his father to the wedding and almost had us killed in the process.   

A little more time went by and I got more comfortable being in Brandon’s embrace and didn’t quite flinch when he pulled me to him as we went to sleep. Sometimes I lie there thinking about taking the marriage further, but I would dismiss the idea when my stepfather’s face came to mind. Would that afternoon, so many weeks ago haunt me for the rest of my life, that I would be too scared to become intimate with Brandon or any guy for that matter?

About a month and a half past the day we got married, I was woken up by hearing Brandon’s phone go off in the middle of the night and him mumbling in his sleep about who was calling him so damn late. When I looked over at the bedside table, I saw that it was a little before midnight. “Hello,” I heard him answer in a sleepy voice. There was silence for a moment before Brandon sat up and yelled down the phone, “It’s none of your business why I’m in bed on a Friday night. Why are you calling me, Jake?”

I felt Brandon pull the cover over me a little closer to my chin before getting up. “Hold on a damn moment, man.”  When he got up, I turned in time to see him walk into the closet. I knew there was something going on and I wanted to know what it was.  So I waited for a moment till I heard his voice again and got out of bed and walked over to the walk-in closet, slowly leaning against the door.

“Yes, man, I’m married now,” I heard him tell Jake. “Now, can you please tell me why the hell you keep calling my phone and almost waking up Kami?” There was a moment of silence before Brandon spoke again. “Man, let them talk. I’m not leaving Kami here alone so I can go whip some wannabe street racer. No, man, I’m not taking her down there either.” When I heard Brandon moving around in the closet, I knew he was about to come out, so I ran to the side of the bed facing the closet, waiting for him to come out and tell me himself what was going on.  

When he walked out and saw me sitting there, a look of worry washed over his face and he looked around the room for any sign of danger. Then he looked back at me. “Kami, what’s wrong? Why are you up? I thought you were asleep?”

“I heard your phone go off again,” I answered with a little smirk on my face. “So what did Jake have to say this time that’s got you all hyped up?”

He walked over to me with one of those dangerous but playful looks in his eyes. “They were just talking about me being a washout because I got married. It seems my disappearance for causing trouble is starting to stir people up.”

“Well, we don’t need that now, do we? When’s the race?” I asked, wanting to see for myself what it was like to watch him race without me in the car.    

He raised one of his eyebrows as he stood above me, looking at me as if he was trying to figure out what I was talking about. “Tonight, but I told him I wasn’t going.”

“Why not if it’s something you want to do?” I asked. I wanted him to still be able to do the things he did before we got married. I just hoped it wouldn’t get him into any trouble.

“Yes, I enjoy doing it, plus it’s a great adrenaline rush. Can you imagine being on two wheels with nothing but the wind around you? Feeling the danger of each turn when you almost hit the ground. It’s one of the best feelings I’ve ever felt. It’s like I’m free to move the way I want and there’s no one there to stop me.” He paused and pulled me up from the bed into his arms. “That was till I met you. Now I have a new passion in my life, keeping you right here in my arms.”

“Brandon, that’s sweet, but I can tell you want to go to that race. We can’t always be by each other’s side. Sometimes couples need some space, so go to your race and I’ll be here waiting,” I told him, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Just don’t hurt yourself.”

A smile appeared on his face as he watched me. “You really want me to go?” I nodded my head and he pulled me tighter against him. “Then come with me. I want to have you on finish line, so I can kiss my girl senseless.”

“No, you already said you didn’t want me to go and I’m ok with that. Go, have fun with your friends.” I smiled back, not wanting him to feel like I was keeping him away from his friends.

“You were eavesdropping,” he said, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed before jumping on top of me. “You know, I should punish you for doing that.”

Then he turned his head to the side, as if he was thinking really hard about punishing me. I looked at his face to see if he was joking, but only saw his normal blank face when he was in deep thought.

My heart started pounding faster, thinking he was going to hurt me now, like my stepfather had done so many years. I closed my eyes waiting for it to come till I felt kisses start along my neck till he got to my earlobe and started sucking on it. “Your punishment for eavesdropping is you have to come to the race with me now and look like a sexy vixen I know you are.”

“Sexy vixen?” I repeated, letting out the breath I was holding in. It was foolish to think that he would do such a thing, but I still didn’t have full trust in him. “Brandon, how do you expect me to look sexy when, first, I don’t have the clothes, and second, I know nothing about being sexy.”

“There you go,” he said, standing back on his feet, but still leaning over me and rubbing his hand up and down my side over the shirt I was wearing. “Just be yourself and you’ll be sexy in my eyes. As for clothes, there are some in the closet my mother bought when we got married. I just didn’t want you to think I wanted you to dress that way, so I hid them.”

“You hid clothes?” I laughed, thinking how silly that seemed. “Why would you hide clothes?”

“It doesn’t matter now. Go change. We’re leaving in a few minutes,” he told me as he walked to the closet and returned with a bag full of clothes. “Here, don’t get mad, but these are pretty tight fitting.” I took the bag and walked over to the bathroom. Before I shut the door, I heard him say, “Oh, and next time I tell you I’m going to punish you, it won’t be painful, but more pleasurable.”

It warmed my heart knowing he had seen the fear I was feeling, but always made it a point to tell me he wouldn’t cause me any harm.

We drove up to a street that was usually busy with cars during the day, but now was full of sports bikers and street cars. We pulled up to a guy with light brown hair who was standing beside a black truck with a sports bike in back. He looked annoyed when we parked next to the truck. As we got out of the car, the guy walked over to Brandon, slapping his shoulder and smiling at me. “Glad you loosened the chain a little to let our boy here race.”

Not sure what to say to that, so I looked at Brandon as he came over to stand by me. “Jake, shut the hell up. She’s not the reason why I haven’t been racing, but she’s the reason why I’m here. Plus this is her punishment from earlier,” he explained, smiling down at me. “You’re going to learn not to eavesdrop in people’s conversations.”

“Yeah, some punishment.” I laughed, pushing him slightly away only to have him grab my side and pull me back to him.

“Oh, this is just the start of the punishment, buttercup. Wait till after the race.” He wiggled his eyebrow with a naughty grin on his face. I looked at him with a questioning look when Jake started laughing.

“You guys are great. I can see why you married her, man. She’s a looker in those tight ass jeans. I bet you like grabbing hold of that at night.” The guy kept laughing till Brandon turned to give him a deathly stare that immediately stopped his laughter. I looked down at my outfit and saw nothing wrong with it. Yes, the jeans did show off the curves of my backside, but the top was loose fitting, but you could see the top edge of my chest. Nothing was revealing compared to some of the clothes that were in the bag.

“If I ever hear you talk about my wife like that again, I’ll fucking kill you. Like I told you before, what me and my girl do in the privacy of our own home has nothing to do with you,” Brandon told him. “Now let’s get this bike down, so we can get this race over with.”  

I stood there watching them lower the bike down,  then I turned and saw Jasmine walking up to the truck in nothing but a mini skirt that would work better as a belt and a shirt that hid nothing to the imagination. As she spotted me, she gave me one of those little smirks of hers as if she knew something I didn’t. She got closer to the guys.

“Hi, Brandon,” she said, running her finger down his arm about the time he helped place the bike on the ground.  “I’ve missed you. Maybe we can go and have some fun after the race.”

There had been times in the beginning of the marriage that she tried to get Brandon alone. Obviously she didn’t like being rejected, but I wasn’t about to stand by and watch her flirt with my husband. I stepped in front of her with my back to Brandon in my effort to put some distance between them.

“There’s no need since he’ll be coming home with me to celebrate his win,” I haughtily told her. “So go away and find someone else to give your STD to.”

The guys started laughing as she stood there giving me the evil eye. “Oh, so the virgin thinks she knows how to satisfy the bad boy, huh.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “Maybe we should see who the real woman here is and let some stranger have fun with the both of us just to have him tell you you’re nothing but scum. Don’t fuck with me, bitch. We don’t need a repeat of the bathroom event, do we?”

“What do you mean ‘repeat’?” Brandon spoke up, putting his hands on my shoulder to try to push me to the side. I had never told him it was Jasmine, who had caused all the trouble in the bathroom that day because I knew when he found out he wasn’t going to be happy that I didn’t tell him the truth.

“It’s nothing,“ she laughed, shooing her hand away. “So, Brandon, about us hanging out after the race. I’m sure I could help relieve some tension little Miss Virgin here can’t.” 

I looked up to see Brandon smiling at me before he looked back at Jasmine. “This is what I thought of doing after the race.”

I was caught by surprise when he suddenly turned me to him and slammed his lips against mine. He pushed me up against the truck and lifted me off the ground, making me wrap my legs around his waist. He bit into my lower lip, making me open up to him and he slipped his tongue into mine. I felt his hand slid down to my bottom to pull me even closer to him. I was so lost into what he was making me feel that I totally forgot about the other people that were standing there watching us till someone cleared their throat.

Pulling away, I turned to see Jake shaking his head with a smile on his face, with Jasmine walking away from us to a different group of guys.

“OK, I get it you two are still in your honeymoon stage, but we have a race to get ready for,” Jake said with a smirk. “You can dry hump one another once Brad here wins.” He laughed some more, walking back to the bike.