Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

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Bella

"Is spaghetti, ok?" I asked Brantley as he lead the way into my apartment. "I know you're hungry, I can heat up a plate for you if you want-" he cut me off then, holding up one big hand. Just as I went to question him, he crooked a finger at me in a come here motion. I walked towards him slowly. When I got within arm's reach, Brantley cradled my face in his hands and kissed me until I couldn't breathe. It was soft, and slow, and deep, and sensual, and my chest ached at the sweetness of it. His tongue languidly stroked mine, and I melted into a puddle right there. "Oh God..." I purred as we came up for air. "I'm not worried about spaghetti. Come here baby girl." Brantley rumbled. He scooped me up into his arms, and I squealed as my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. "But-" he cut me off again. "Hush little one, just let me hold you." He nuzzled my neck. I nodded happily, relaxing in his hold. Through the living room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom we went, Brantley carrying me the whole time. Brantley set me down finally, and stripped down. His hat, his rings, and his chains, along with his sunglasses went on my nightstand. His boots, socks shoved in them, at the door of my bed. His T-shirt, over the chair in the corner of my bedroom. I eyed it wistfully. He noticed. Brantley walked over and picked up his discarded shirt, then handed it to me with a smirk. I blushed, but took it and immediately brought it to my nose. He smelled SO good. I inhaled deeply before going into the bathroom to change. Once I was done, we crawled into bed, me in Brantley's shirt and my panties, and Brantley in his boxer briefs. I was awkward and nervous. "I don't know how to lay." I whispered, eyes closed. "Why's that?" Brantley chuckled. "I've never had a man in my bed. I've never cuddled before.." I admitted with pink cheeks. Brantley gave me a small smile. "Turn over." He said simply. I did. Then he crowded in behind me, and tucked me partially underneath his body. With some of his weight lowered onto me, and his big frame surrounding me, I went completely lax. "Oh..." I purred. "Good shit, ain't it?" He chuckled. I wiggled in even closer and nodded happily. Brantley splayed his hand across my belly, pulling me in even tighter. "Talk." He said simply. I didn't have to ask what about. I knew what he wanted. "I'm scared. I know that I can never go back to Bradley. I can't stand him. But what if he does blackball me in the industry?" I asked in a small voice. "He won't. He doesn't have that kind of influence. Your talent speaks for itself." He soothes me. "Your turn. You've been unusually quiet since all this went down. Talk." I turned the tables on him, and rolled over so I was facing him. Brantley sighed and rolled into his back, taking me with him until I was lying on his chest. "I don't want you to have any regrets. He put you on the spot. Made you choose me or your career. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret the choice you made. To regret me." He said in a somber tone. I sat up, my knees straddling his hips, both my hands on his broad chest. "B.." I started. But he kept going. "I know what people will say. They'll tell you I'm no good for you. I'll break your heart. I only want in your panties. Im just a bad boy. I'm too old for you. Too rough. Too outlaw. Too much. I get it." He took a deep breath before continuing. "But know this, Bella. I'll support you one hundred percent, no matter what you decide to do. I'll never, ever, willingly hurt you. I may be a bad boy, but I grew into a good man. No, I'm not the safest choice you could make, but I'll spend every second making sure you don't regret it. I'll treat you like a princess, spoil you rotten. You'll want for nothing, and age ain't nothin but a number. Just.. give me a chance baby." He finished quietly. I sniffled and blinked back tears. "Brantley..." I whispered. "I could never regret choosing you, you're everything I need. Everything I want. I wouldn't change a single thing about you. Of course I choose you, big guy. I'll always choose you." I told him. He yanked me down and kissed me again, and this time he wasn't soft. Or sweet...