Cocky Suits Chicago: Books 1-3

by Alex Wolf

  “No way.”

  “Way!”

  She laughs.

  “I started out team Jacob because I accidentally read New Moon first, but the second time I came around to team Edward.”

  “I’m team Rosalie.”

  I freeze. “What?”

  “Bella should have chosen herself. She had these two guys who were both right and wrong for her for different reasons, but she should’ve kicked them to the curb and gone for that nice guy, Mike.”

  “Smart girl.” I know she’ll eventually appreciate the brooding bad boys like the rest of us, as long as they turn into redeeming nice guys once their layers are peeled back. Sort of like someone I think about at that exact moment.

  We get about ten minutes into the movie when Decker joins us. “There you are.”

  He comes into the room and grabs my hand. “Come with me.”

  “No way. Jenny and I are watching a movie. You’re welcome to join us.”

  Decker snorts. “Sorry, I don’t do sparkling vampires and teenage angst. Come find me after.”

  “I will.”

  He kisses my cheek and Jenny smiles at us.

  “If you’re not busy, we could use some snacks.” I grin.

  Jenny nods. “I’m thirsty too.”

  “How about a pizza?”

  “Only if it’s homemade,” says Jenny.

  “I’ll need to run to the store for that.”

  Jenny looks at me then pauses the movie. “If Tate’s cool with it can we all go and when we get back, she can help us in the kitchen? You can even pick the movie so we can all watch something together.”

  A warm tingling rushes through my body. She wants to spend time with me and wants to include me in her time with her dad. I wasn’t sure what to expect when Decker said he wanted to see where things go with us. Things are moving pretty fast in a hurry. I know his daughter is his world, but it means so damn much to me that they’re trying to make me part of theirs.

  I look at Decker and he gives me a smile.

  I shrug. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  The three of us load up in the car and Jenny rides in back even though I offered to.

  Decker places a hand on my thigh and gives me a gentle squeeze before we get out.

  Jenny pushes the shopping cart and Decker and I follow behind holding hands. I can’t help but feel sentimental and a little nostalgic. I remember growing up, most of my friends’ moms always did their shopping alone, but not mine. She loved it when my dad went to the store with her, even if he did frown most of the way through the trip. They did everything together, the classic old couple with the serious, grumpy husband who every once in a while cracks a dry joke that has everyone rolling. It makes me miss home a little.

  If I moved to Chicago, I’d be leaving all my family behind. I can’t recall anyone, even in my extended family, living outside of Texas.

  “Okay. Toppings.” Jenny grabs sauce, pepperoni, peppers, ham, and lastly pineapple.

  My nose scrunches up and my mouth screws into a disgusted pout.

  “You don’t like pineapple on pizza?” Jenny’s green eyes widen.

  “Not a fan, sorry.”

  “That’s okay, we can make two. One for me and one for you guys. Dad doesn’t like it either, but I usually make him eat it anyway.”

  I was afraid it would be a strike against me. Monica has no idea what she missed out on with Jenny and Decker. That’s okay, though, it left the door open for me to come into their lives.

  Back at the house, Decker wears his ridiculous apron, but it looks so freaking hot on him. No other man could pull off a blue apron with a mustache on it that says—I mustache you a question. Got beef?

  I laugh to myself every time I look at the damn thing.

  Jenny plays some bubblegum pop music and dances around us, sprinkling toppings over the sauce.

  I can see myself wanting this to be my life, spending weekends with the two of them, goofing off, making memories.

  Decker pops the pizzas in the oven and sets a timer.

  “What are we watching, Dad?”

  “Let Tate pick.” He smirks at me and my stomach rolls.

  “Way to put a girl on the spot, sweetheart.” I tap my chin trying to think of something appropriate we’ll all enjoy.

  “No pressure.” Jenny sticks her tongue out at me.

  “Um. Have you guys watched the Jurassic Park movies?”

  “Not the newest one. Remember, Jenny, you had that science fair project the weekend it came out? The one where you thought it was a good idea to make homemade slime, but it ended up stuck in your hair somehow.”

  “Oh yeah.” She laughs. “That was a terrible idea.”

  While Jenny finds the movie on Amazon, I walk back to the kitchen to help Decker get the pizzas and grab some plates and drinks.

  His arms wrap around my waist from behind as I set the plates on the counter and he kisses my neck. “I like this. Having you here with us. It’s nice.”

  “I like it too.” I twist around to face him.

  Decker looks at me all sweet. “Jenny likes you. I was worried she wouldn’t. Should’ve known better.”

  “Me too.” I laugh and he kisses me again.

  He lowers his voice to where Jenny can’t hear. “This is all amazing, Tate. But if I’m being honest, it scares the hell out of me at the same time. Are you scared?”

  “Decker…” I touch his face. “This is all new to me too. I’ve never dated anyone with a kid before.”

  “You’re doing pretty damn amazing so far.” He squeezes my butt, and I lean into him. Our mouths inch closer together and I part my lips in invitation for him to kiss me again.

  “Is the pizza ready? Movie’s about to start.” Jenny’s voice carries in from the other room.

  We break apart and I clear my throat. “Be right there.”

  Decker winks at me. “We’ll finish this later.” He glances down to my ass and my breasts. It quickly reminds me he’s still the dirty, hot man who put bite marks on my thighs and chest.

  I lick my lips and heat flames to life in the pit of my stomach.

  This man may very well be the one for me.

  The thought terrifies and excites me at the same time.

  I grab our drinks and take them to the TV room, placing the glasses on coasters.

  “Were you two making out?” Jenny teases and my face goes bright pink. “Oh my God, you totally were.” She giggles and I shake my head.

  This kid is something else. I have to remind myself I was fourteen once.

  Decker

  Tate struts into my office carrying a stack of files.

  I arch my brows at her. “What the hell is that?”

  “My excuse for coming to your office. Research for a really big case.” She slams the files down on my desk and locks my door after turning down the blinds. “I’m afraid we’ll have to work through lunch. If we want to finish it all.” She starts toward me as I flick through the files full of blank paper. I start to laugh, but my laughter dies when her dress hits the floor.

  I move to get up, but she wags a red manicured nail at me. “Nuh uh. Stay right where you are, Mr. Collins. I checked with your assistant, and she assured me you’re free until one-thirty. For the next hour, your schedule’s full of nothing but me.”

  She grabs hold of my tie and yanks me forward, thrusting her tongue between my lips. I go rock-hard as she straddles me in my chair. The woman has the art of seduction down that’s for damn sure. I look right into her eyes, and give her my best cocky smirk. “You’re about to be full of nothing but me.”

  “He sticks the landing like a pro.”

  “That layup isn’t worthy of a response.” The yellow pushup bra she wears corrals her tits. Her nipples show through the thin lace material. I rub one hand over her breasts and cup her tight ass with the other.

  “What’d I do before you came into my life?” I growl, nipping at her lips.

  “Play shitty golf.” She rolls
her hips, rubbing her hot pussy over my erection.

  I grin. “Gonna get yourself in trouble.”

  “Mmm.” She grinds on me. “That a promise? I could use some discipline.”

  “Fuck, I need inside you.”

  “Not yet. I’m in control. I set the meeting, remember?” Her lips curve upward into a mischievous smirk. She gets up from my lap and drops to her knees. “I want these off, Mr. Collins.”

  Fuck, I can’t think of anything I want more than her lips wrapped around my cock, smearing that hooker-red lipstick up and down my shaft. “I like when you call me Mr. Collins. Makes me feel powerful.”

  “Good. Now shut the fuck up and let me suck your dick, Mr. Collins.” She pushes my legs apart and undoes my belt. My cock springs free and Tate licks her red-stained lips. She slips off her bra and tosses it aside. Wrapping a fist around my shaft, she jerks me right between her tits.

  Fuck. I knew she was dirty, but this is taking it to a new level. It takes immeasurable restraint not to blow my load all over her chest.

  Her mouth comes down on my cock and she licks the tip, swirling her tongue in a circular motion over the head and up and down the shaft. Tate’s lips stretch wider accepting me into her mouth while she teases at my balls, rolling them with her fingers.

  I thrust my hips and grab her hair, taking over. My restraint only goes so far. I fuck her sweet mouth, pushing farther with every stroke until I hit the back of her throat and she gags. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, but Tate is no quitter and sucks me harder, flattening her tongue against me, taking every inch.

  “You okay?”

  She glares at me and takes me even farther into her mouth to prove a point. I love how competitive she is.

  Just when I’m about to come, she slips me from her mouth and stands up. She winks then bends over my desk in her best Marilyn Monroe type pose and wiggles her ass at me. Pushing up out of the chair, my pants drop to my ankles and I stand behind her.

  The fake files go sailing off the edge of the desk and I splay my fingers across her upper back and shove her down, pressing her tits against the hard wood. Her head lays to the side and she grips the edge for support.

  Jerking her panties down her thighs and spreading her legs wide, I slide a finger into her soaked pussy and bring it to my mouth for a pre-fuck taste. It only makes my cock harder in my palm. Without thinking, I fist a handful of her hair, and smack her once across the ass, just to see my handprint.

  She lets out a whispered yelp of approval, then smiles back at me.

  I cup her pussy from behind. “This is mine, sweetheart. You belong to me. Only me.”

  “God yes.” She moans the words on a pant, beneath me as I line my cock up behind her.

  I ease into her hot cunt and a shudder rips through me. Gripping her hips, I pump in and out of her tight center, delivering punishing strokes, bringing her close to the edge over and over again. Each time I stop just long enough to leave her hanging. With my free hand, I bend out to the side and wrap my arm under her waist so I can stroke her clit while I pound into her.

  I thrust as hard as I can, and the desk moves an inch. The whole office might know we’re fucking but right now I don’t care. I know I’m falling hard.

  Truth be told, I never thought I’d meet anyone who could make me want to commit, but Tate makes me want to try. She’s worth it.

  I pull out and slam back in. A bead of sweat trickles down her spine and she clenches around me. I lean back and watch myself hammering in and out of her. “Play with your pussy while I fuck you.”

  “Fuck, your filthy mouth does things to me, Decker.” Her hand goes straight to her clit and I feel her fingers brush against my balls every time I slam into her.

  My cock glistens as she coats my dick with her juices, and it turns me on even more. After a few more deep strokes, I pull out and grunt, shooting my hot load across her. My orgasm seems to never stop as I stare at her ass and pump my cock with my hand, marking her skin with my release. With ownership.

  She smiles back all breathless and sated.

  The words I love you hang on the tip of my tongue but I’m afraid it’s too soon to say them. So I hold them back, lean over, and place a kiss on her back.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I walk off to my bathroom, my cock still hanging half-mast between my legs. I grab some towels and return to clean her up. She’s still bent over my desk showing off her come-covered ass. Sweat rolls down my back and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

  My cell phone rings with a call from my daughter.

  “Is everything okay?” She never calls from school unless it is an emergency.

  “It’s fine. I was calling to ask if I can stay over at Joselyn’s tonight. Her mom said she would take us to the mall and help us pick out dresses for the father daughter dance. But I wanted to ask you a question.”

  “Okay, go ahead.”

  “Do you, um, think Tate would be weirded out if I asked her to meet me at the mall?”

  Wow, I don’t know if I was ready for that. Things really are moving fast, and it’s a reminder of how quick I’ve brought Tate into our lives. At the same time, it warms my heart that Jenny would think of Tate for something like this. “Umm no, slugger. I think she’d enjoy that.”

  “Cool. It’s just that Mrs. Lykans doesn’t have great taste and Tate’s a good dresser. She has style.”

  I laugh. “You want to ask her, or you want me to do it?”

  “I can call her, unless you think it’d be better if you did. I know you guys are just starting to get serious. I don’t want to scare her off.”

  I smile at how thoughtful Jenny is. I raised this girl. “I’ll text you the number. Tate likes you.”

  “I like her too. Love you, Dad.”

  “Love you too, slugger.” I smile and text the number after ending the call.

  Ten minutes later Tate storms into my office and paces back and forth. Her hair is still a little disheveled, but I don’t point it out. “I take it Jenny called you?”

  “Yup.” She nods clasping her hands together.

  “You okay with that? I never would’ve given her your number if I thought it would be weird for you.”

  “It’s not that.” She shakes her head. “I’m nervous. I don’t want to mess up. What if she hates whatever I pick out? I’m not experienced in this. Can I buy her makeup and take her to get her nails done? I’ll treat her friend too.” She rambles on about taking Mrs. Lykans to dinner.

  I grab her by the shoulders. “Breathe. It’ll be fine.”

  She sucks in a breath. “Okay. I got this.”

  “You do.”

  Donavan marches toward my office and he’s seething. Thank God Deacon and Dexter at least seem to be on board with the merger. Two out of three is better than I expected, so I still chalk it up as a win.

  He yanks the door open and stomps toward my desk. “You dropped my lawsuit? Talked to my client behind my back?”

  “It was a loser and you know it.”

  “I have a responsibility to my client. If someone is stealing…”

  I’ve heard enough. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Donavan.” I march up and get right in his face. “I know you’re not on board with this merger. I got the memo. But you know why I need it to happen. Think about your niece, at least. Your behavior is reckless.”

  He paces back and forth. “Your little girlfriend went running to you, didn’t she? She knew I’d kick her ass in the courtroom and couldn’t take the heat. These are the kind of people you want to work under.”

  “I won’t be under anyone, and neither will you. You’re acting like a petulant child. And for the record, Tate would’ve murdered you in court and you know it. I’m thinking about pulling all your cases, because this was the most irresponsible shit I’ve ever seen. Which is totally out of character for you. I’d expect something like this from the twins.”

  “I bet you didn’t even review the files. You probably just jumped when she cal
led and took her side immediately. You’re fucking whipped.”

  I let out an exasperated sigh. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

  Donavan glances over.

  “You think I’m taking sides? I read the files and reviewed everything before I went to your client, who happens to be my client too. Yeah, I saw your college buddy’s name in the documents. The computer science guy you brought home once at Christmas. The guy was always a fucking asshole. You never even liked him. The case is a loser and we don’t lose. So yeah, I went to our client and told them I didn’t want to keep billing them for it.”

  “You’re tearing our family apart, bro.” Donavan walks toward the door. “Hope the pussy is worth it,” he says as he leaves my office.

  I need a drink.

  Tate

  How did I get myself roped into this? I agreed to meet up with Jenny, her friend, and her friend’s mom at a mall to go dress shopping for a middle-school dance. I don’t know a thing about taking girls shopping for dresses, but Jenny reached out to me, and I don’t want to let her down.

  I’ve only been seeing Decker a short time, but he and Jenny have become so important to me. I can’t believe how protective I feel over them. I never knew I could care this much for two people so quickly. I’m falling in love with Decker. It’s obvious even though I don’t want to admit it to myself. He’s all I ever think about.

  The thought of confessing my feelings terrifies me more than shopping with teenage girls. I stare at myself in the mirror as I touch up my makeup in the company bathroom. Decker’s going to drop me off at the mall and meet me afterward at my hotel.

  I walk to my office, grab my clutch, and shut off the lights. Quinn is still at her desk. “You’re here late.”

  Her cheeks redden. “Oh, umm, just getting things ready for Monday. Gotta think ahead and be prepared.”

  I observe one of Decker’s twin brothers lingering in the doorway of his office but don’t point it out. I never can tell them apart. I’m pretty sure she’s got something going on with one of them. “What are your plans this weekend?”