Falling For The Bad Boys

WALKER

I winced as Hayden gently dabbed at the cut above my eye with a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic.

“She actually hit you?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

“With a rock,” I confirmed.

He chuckled.

“That little spitfire.”

That infuriating spitfire!

Why wouldn’t she just tell me her name?

I couldn’t believe my luck when a sleepless stroll on the beach led me straight to her, sprawled out on the sand.

She looked so damn sexy in her gray shorts and tank top, a light shawl draped over her shoulders.

Barefoot, her long hair trailing behind her.

I nearly lost it right there, just from looking at her.

And then she ran from me!

Determined not to lose her again, I chased after her, only for her to slip away once more.

I had to get a hold of that gorgeous hair of hers and show her who’s boss.

The way she reacted when I kissed her!

Those soft whimpers and moans escaping her as I pinned her down in the sand.

And then the little devil hit me with a damn rock!

No one ever got the upper hand on me!

Hayden was grinning as he patched me up with surgical tape.

If I ever got my hands on her again, she was going straight over my knee for a good spanking on that tempting ass of hers!

“Still want to chase her?” Hayden asked.

“Even more so. I owe her a spanking,” I replied.

He grinned and rubbed his hands together.

“I bet she’s a wild one in bed,” he said.

“I’m counting on it.”

Hayden packed up the first aid kit as I headed for my shower.

I had woken up on the beach in the early hours of the morning, covered in sand.

Stripping down, I stepped under the hot water and closed my eyes.

I let the water wash over me as I thought about the little spitfire who had bashed my head with a rock.

The way she felt beneath me.

So soft and warm.

Her breast fit perfectly in my hand and her lips were so addictive.

My cock hardened against my stomach and I slowly started stroking it.

Would she whimper when I thrust my cock deep into her pussy?

Would she moan my name?

I moved my hand faster over my cock, bracing my other hand against the cold wall.

I wanted to see those green eyes light up as she rode me hard and fast, my cock reaching deep inside her.

I wanted to force her mouth to take all of my cock, making her choke on it as I came down her throat.

My breath quickened as I stroked myself, my balls tightening.

I imagined her sitting on my face as I tongue-fucked her, her cum dripping down my throat.

I squeezed the head of my cock as I shot my load on the shower wall with a groan.

I kept stroking until it became too sensitive and rinsed my hand under the water, making sure to wash my cum off the wall.

After washing myself down, I got out and dressed in blue jeans and a gray t-shirt before joining Hayden in the kitchen.

He was wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt with sneakers.

He had made me a coffee and some toast, and I nodded my thanks at him.

Once finished, I cleared away our dishes and leaned back against the sink, folding my arms across my chest.

The memory of kissing the little spitfire kept plaguing my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth.

"Feel like roughing up a chubby deadbeat who owes us some money?" Hayden asked.

"Hell yeah!"

Hayden went to get the jeep ready as I put on my favorite black leather jacket and waited for him outside.

Once in the jeep, we drove into town and pulled up behind Tony's restaurant.

Walking straight through the back door, we made our way through the kitchen and into Tony's office.

Tony was a short, overweight man who always smelled like garlic.

"Walker? Hayden? Come in!" he called out, nervously.

He had every reason to be nervous.

Hayden and I took the two chairs opposite his desk, and I leaned back with a sigh.

"You're two months late," I reminded him.

Hayden crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Tony.

“It’s okay...it’s okay. I have it!”

We watched him go to a safe and pull out a thick brown envelope.

He placed it on the table and Hayden picked it up, checking the money inside.

He nodded at me.

“How did you get the money?” I asked.

“I let one of my staff go and used my savings,” he answered, wiping his sweaty brow.

I shifted in my seat, the leather of my jacket crinkling with the movement.

“If your next payment is late, we might have to give you a little reminder,” I warned.

Tony nodded, the fear clear on his face as we stood up.

I shot him a deadly glare before walking out of the office.

“I hate it when they actually pay up,” Hayden grumbled behind me.

I smiled.

Hayden enjoyed dishing out punishment to late payers.

“Any more people we need to visit?” I asked him as we made our way through the kitchen.

“No. All the bastards have paid up,” he replied.

Stepping out the back door, I took a deep breath of fresh air and held out my hand for the jeep’s keys.

Hayden tossed them to me and climbed into the passenger side.

“You want to hit the gym?” he asked.

I made a face.

What I really wanted was to be pounding into a certain spitfire, my cock hitting her sweet spot over and over until she screamed my name.

My cock twitched at the thought and I gritted my teeth.

That damn woman will be the death of me!

“Look what I found!” Hayden exclaimed, pointing.

I watched as a beat-up little Astra pulled into the staff parking lot and the short-haired girl who had been dancing with the mystery girl got out.

She was wearing the restaurant’s uniform and a white apron.

Did she work here?

We watched her go through the back door of the restaurant and exchanged a glance.

“What do you want to do?” Hayden asked.

“I want you to watch the back. If she runs, follow her. Maybe we can track her to the spitfire’s house. Just don’t get caught or confront her.”

“No problem. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going back in for another chat with Tony. I have my phone if we need to contact each other.”

I hopped out of the jeep, heading straight for the restaurant's back entrance.

Navigating through the kitchen, I spotted Tony about to step back into the fray.

“Tony?” I called out.

He spun around, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

“All the money’s accounted for,” he assured me.

“I need to ask you about a girl who works here.”

I nudged him into the office, directing him towards his desk.

“She’s got really short hair, lots of earrings?”

“You’re talking about Jess? She’s one of my waitresses?”

“Jess? Where does she live?”

“That’s confidential employee information…” he began, but a stern look from me cut him off.

He moved to a file cabinet, pulling out a document.

He handed it over.

It was a file on Jess, complete with all her details.

I whipped out my phone, snapping a quick photo before returning the paper.

“She shares a place with a couple of other tenants, I think. Just had a girl in here looking for work, but I had to turn her away,” Tony explained.

“A girl? What’d she look like?”

“Dark hair, green eyes, quite attractive.”

Could it be my minx?

“Do you have security cameras here?” I asked.

“Of course.”

He moved back to his desk, booting up his laptop.

After logging into his system, he pulled up the security footage from about ten minutes ago.

Sure enough, there was a girl entering the building, dressed for an interview, and leaving less than six minutes later, her face etched with disappointment.

It was her.

“Rewind it to before she got here.”

Tony clicked away.

The screen refreshed, and in the far corner, I spotted a beat-up Astra pulling up and my minx stepping out.

So, this Jess knew her?

Interesting.

It seemed like I was closing in on my girl sooner than expected.

And the fact that she had no clue I was on her tail made the chase even more exhilarating.

I dialed Hayden.

“Yes, Boss,” he responded.

“I need you to stick around until this girl finishes her shift, then tail her home.”