Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

by Kat T. Masen

  “OH!” I exclaim. “But my bags and Masen’s stuff are going to L.A. The car is picking us up and—”

  Gently, he places his index finger on my mouth. “Sometimes, Presley, life doesn’t go according to plan.”

  “You’re telling me. I can’t believe I’m going to get on a plane to fly to the Dominican Republic with a man who got married three hours ago. You’re still a jerk, you know.”

  “You still love me for being one.”

  Unable to control my joy, I smile back at him. “I wouldn’t change it for the entire world.”

  And there, in front of the crowd of strangers, my jerk has followed his heart and mine skips along right beside him.

  ***

  The trip to the Dominican Republic opened my eyes to a whole new world and a new life I would embark on.

  Haden’s mission was to get that divorce. In fact, he made sure it was the first thing on the agenda the moment we landed. Okay, maybe not the very first thing, and I’m sorry Kitty for dismissing you like that. Haden surprised me by flying Gemma and Melissa over. Seeing them at the airport was a huge shock but it didn’t take me long to figure this puzzle out. Masen needed a sitter because apparently, we weren’t leaving the room unless absolutely necessary.

  I could go on and on about that, but Kitty is delirious and hasn’t been about to talk . . . or walk. In fact, for the first time in my life, she’s blissfully enjoying life on cloud nine. I mean, how did I not know about all the positions one could have sex in? The former Presley was such a prude, and holy fuck, Haden had a nice way of bringing the kink out of me. I could go on about his piercing and how every orgasm tore through me like a tornado, but what happens in the Dominican Republic, stays in the Dominican Republic.

  Of course, I knew Haden was far from perfect. Mr. Stubborn and Annoying turned into some jealous alpha during our divorce getaway. He was adamant that every busboy was trying to hit on me and he speculated that maybe I didn’t look ‘freshly fucked’ enough by my man (his crass words, not mine). We scrapped the idea of having lunch by the pool because he needed his fix. Let’s face it, I didn’t complain . . . ever.

  But I learned a valuable lesson. Life isn’t about everyone or everything being perfect. It’s about the misadventures, the unplanned madness of losing your luggage and being forced to spend travel insurance money and going on the best shopping spree ever.

  It’s about sitting at the fanciest restaurant and seeing a rat run past the table, only to end up at the closest McDonald’s in your formal wear.

  It’s called life.

  Perfection is open for interpretation. Society makes us believe that when you find the perfect man, it’s love at first sight and you say “I do” and buy that dream house. Then you have your two or three kids and live happily ever after.

  And guess what? We did the opposite.

  Screw a stranger in the alley of a club, fall pregnant, run away with a newly-divorced man to live in a rundown bungalow out of wedlock. This is our perfect.

  And from the moment Haden promised to give me more, I finally understood the meaning of living life to the fullest. I understood what it’s like to have no plan and just live for the moment. I didn’t have to become an adrenaline junkie like Haden. I just let fate do its thing. I savored every experience, good and bad, with the man who gave me more.

  The man, Haden Cooper, otherwise known as my #Jerk.

  Epilogue

  He’s got that stare.

  Those dirty eyes.

  Licking his lips in anticipation.

  And he’s watching my girl.

  She’s oblivious. She always is. Standing across the room, my gaze is steadily on her while she’s talking animatedly with some friends. That dress isn’t helping, and I’m so fucking torn between wanting to see her beautiful body showcased and wanting to belt every fucker who’s looking at her. It’s that fucking slit, the one that rides so far up her thigh, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

  And I know what every single fucker in here is thinking. I can read their minds. They are thinking the exact same thing as me. They are imagining how perfect her legs would be wrapped around their face. How her huge tits would bounce around as she rode them fast till they blew their load.

  But she’s mine. My head starts to throb, slowly forming into a migraine as I struggle to ignore the sadistic thoughts running through my mind. Blame the dress. This ridiculous dress that caused a massive argument between us earlier. Stubborn woman wouldn’t back down, calling me a caveman or some bullshit like that. I just knew what every jerk would be thinking. After all, that used to be me.

  The room is dark and slowly morphing into a lions’ den. The beasts are hungry, waiting for their prey to make a move, a wink, even a sly smile. A gesture that will have the beasts moving in leaps and bounds, thirsty for some meat. My eyes dart back and forth. One on the prey, the other watching the beasts. The one on my left . . . I’m certain it’ll be him. He’s covering his mouth with a bottle but his eyes have never left her. Then, he does the unthinkable. He moves his hand to his crotch and adjusts his cock.

  Muthafucker has a hard-on already!

  “You alright?”

  Lex Edwards is beside me, having just stopped the waiter for a drink. I lose my focus, but only for a second. If it wasn’t for him buying a share in Lantern Publishing, this stupid party wouldn’t be happening.

  “Yeah . . . it’s just. . . . . Never mind.”

  He chuckles as if he’s in on some joke. “You’ve got to let it go. Otherwise you’ll drive yourself insane. Trust me, I know. And you should know since you so eagerly tried the same move on my wife last year.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that, man,” I apologize.

  “So the tables have turned and you’re about to smash every guy in this room for looking at your woman.”

  “I can take them out easily. Especially that fucker on the left,” I grit.

  “You’ll spend a lifetime fighting it off. You need to find a way to control the jealousy. It’s a balancing act. Let her think you’re cool but never—and I repeat never—take your eyes off the prize.”

  I don’t know how Lex is so calm about all of this. His wife is standing next to my girl. The beasts are probably thinking of how to bag the both of them in one go. The waiter returns but not quickly enough. I grab the scotch and down it in almost one gulp. It burns my throat and follows up with a numbing sensation. It doesn’t stop me from seeing red.

  “If that’s what I gotta do, then I’ll spend my life fighting every fucker that thinks they can go near her.”

  She doesn’t realize what she does to me. To every man in this room. Except for Lex. He’s fighting his own battles, despite being in denial.

  It’s been over a year since I made it my mission to crawl under her skin. The woman who drove me to the brink of insanity. And she had no clue either. Because beneath her mass of curls was a hardheaded, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, feisty woman that rubbed me the wrong way. Boy, did that backfire. I thought fucking her in the alley and leaving her pussy wet with no happy ending would teach her a fucking lesson. It taught me a lesson. You play with fire, you get burned. The amount of shit I did to forget her was all a waste a time.

  But I wouldn’t change it.

  My son is my fucking life.

  And running through his veins is the blood of this woman that consumes me. It’s not just her wild hair that cascades down her back and covers her body like a Greek goddess.’ It’s everything about her. The way her big brown eyes stare back at me, drawing me in enough that I could climb into her soul and bury myself there. How her body begs me to take her, whenever and wherever.

  Whenever . . . wherever . . .

  I’ve got it. Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

  You did, moron. You’re always thinking about it. This is what happens when you’re in love with a beautiful woman.

  I finish the drink in my hand and place it on a table, abandoning Lex without another word. Walking straight
to her, I don’t break my gaze until she stops mid-sentence as my body presses against her back. My hands move around her hips and I pull her closer till my cock is nestled in her ass.

  Yeah, I’m hard. What’s fucking new?

  “Look who’s here. What, aren’t we allowed to talk to your girlfriend?” Kate teases, laughing along with Lex’s wife, Charlie.

  “Stop teasing him, Kate. It’s this man thing they all have to do,” Charlie chastises.

  Kate rolls her eyes at Charlie. “Yeah, you should know. Your man is over there practically eye-fucking you.”

  Charlie scans the room and spots Lex. “Oh . . . the joys of being eye-fucked. I’ll see you ladies later.”

  I don’t give Presley an opportunity to say anything as I excuse us from Kate.

  “Haden, what’s wrong? Where are we going?”

  Pulling her along, I weave my way in and out of the crowd until we are outside in the lobby. I look to my left, then to my right. There it is. My savior for tonight.

  “Come with me.”

  Puzzled, she follows me until we are at the lobby desk. There is a bench located in front and I tell her to take a seat.

  “Wait here,” I instruct.

  At the counter, I pull the young busboy aside and whisper in his ear, “Key to the cloakroom.”

  I’m hoping he is smart enough to read between the lines since I’m holding out a hundred-dollar bill. At first he watches the people behind me, then takes the cash. “Alright. But you’ve got fifteen minutes, then my boss is back.”

  Fifteen minutes. I’ll be done in five.

  I make my way back to where she is sitting and grab her hand forcefully.

  “Haden, for the love of God what are you doing?” She scowls, trying to release her grip from mine.

  With the key in my hand, we make our way to the cloakroom. I open the door and switch on the light, pushing her inside. Closing the door behind us, I don’t give her time to ask any more ridiculous questions. I slam my mouth onto hers as I push her against the wall. She clutches onto my shirt and manages to pull away for just a split second.

  “We can’t do it in here. What about all the coats?” She panics.

  “Fuck the coats. You gonna tease me all night in this white dress?”

  “I wasn’t teasing you, I—”

  I want my mouth back on hers. Our tongues are in a battle, feverishly fighting until she lets out a deep moan, the one that makes me rock hard, wanting to explode. I don’t have much time so I quickly flip her around, pushing her against the wall again, this time with her back to me until all I can see is that sweet ass of hers. I lift the corner of her dress, exposing one cheek. She’s wearing those French laced panties that made me blow in my pants last time. Fuck. With her skin in full view, I grab my palm and slap her ass hard enough for her to let out a squeal.

  “Guess you can’t be quiet, huh?” I mock.

  There are fancy coats hanging beside me. Designer labels, probably. I grab the white one closest to me and pull the belt off the coat. It’s soft and will do the job. I take the belt and place it over her head, then cover her mouth. Pulling it back around her head, I tie a knot so it’s firm but not too tight.

  Moving her hair away from her ear, I lean in to whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to scream.”

  Her body is waiting, the goose bumps forming along her precious skin. I don’t want to waste any more time and I unzip my pants till my cock is free. I slide my fingers into her panties and feel how soaking wet she is. Fuck me. My girl is ready for me. No more waiting. Just fuck her hard and make her come.

  I grab my cock and just the slight touch causes me to moan. Pushing her panties aside, I slide myself in nice and hard, watching her arch her back as her knees begin to shake. I fucking love when her knees shake.

  The tightness of her pussy feels like heaven. This is fucking torture . . . c’mon, your cock should be able to hold out for a couple more minutes.

  Placing my hands on her shoulder, I push her against the wall, gripping tight as I continue to thrust into her. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, and unable to control my thirst, I slam harder while I lower my hand against her clit. Such a beautiful clit. It’s perfect . . . just the way I like it. Pink and swollen. I want it in my mouth. I want everything right now.

  But time is running out.

  I can’t be a complete jerk.

  I loosen the belt enough for her to talk and let her dictate our happy ending by asking her how she wants me to make her come.

  “My ass.”

  When your girl tells you to make her come by fucking her in the ass, you better pull your cock out of her pussy fast before she changes her mind. My cock is dripping with her juices. I rub the tip and shaft against her hole. Her moans escape and I swiftly tighten the knot on the belt.

  I always worried how she would cope with my piercing, but I soon found out that it gave her mind-blowing orgasms. So anal, yeah . . . that was my favorite fucking style.

  I slide my cock into her ass slowly. As soon as I’m fully in, her body gives me the green light. Her skin against mine is making this delicious sound and as I lean in to rub her swollen clit again, my cock goes in deeper and her body shakes instantly. Her wild screams are muffled, but hey, I’m not Superman. I ain’t got no superpower to stop what’s about to happen . . .

  I’m fucking seeing stars, exploding inside her as the sensations ravage every part of me. I let out a deep, grumbling groan, tightening my grip on her shoulders. I didn’t want to hurt her but the marks I’ve left . . . they are red.

  Our heavy pants echo through the confined room, and with a gentle kiss on her shoulder I ease my way out, slowly causing her to flinch. Untying the belt around her mouth, I throw it somewhere into the pile of coats as she turns around and adjusts her dress.

  “You okay?” I ask while helping her with her dress.

  With a wicked smile she fixes my shirt and straightens my tie. “If that’s the reaction I get out of you for wearing this dress, then I picked the right one for tonight.”

  I stare into her eyes with a stern face. “No, that’s what happens when other men are trying to take what’s mine.”

  “We talked about this. You’ve got to control your jealousy,” she reminds me gently.

  “No, you talked and I refused to listen.”

  “And I told you there’s nothing I can do to stop that from happening.”

  Oh, there was something she could do. I just needed to get her home.

  “Let’s go home,” I tell her, shutting down our disagreement.

  On the cab ride home, she quietly leans her head against my shoulder, trying to stay awake. Her eyes begin to droop; I’ve learned that when you make Presley orgasm, she gets knocked out quick. It was cute, and many times I just have to go for round two with her half asleep.

  The lights are off as we walk up the garden path and onto the porch. I fumble for my keys, nervously taking longer than usual.

  “You want my keys?” She yawns.

  I shake my head, finally getting the door open. She kicks off her shoes at the front door and bends to pick them up. God forbid you leave a pair of shoes at the front door. Miss OCD would have a heart attack.

  “Come with me outside.”

  “Now?” She yawns again. “I love you babe, but you took it out of me in the cloakroom. How about you wake me up in a couple of hours and we’ll go again?”

  “I don’t want you outside for that. I want to show you something,” I answer, slightly anxious. “And I’ll take you up on that offer of waking you up.”

  She lets out a tired laugh and follows me to the back porch. I flick the back switch that lights up the entire garden. I’m proud of this fucking garden. Who would have thought that Haden Cooper had a green thumb? This backyard was a complete dump when we moved in and I turned it into something amazing. It wasn’t huge. Enough to have a small grass area for Masen and our dogs to run around in. The trees have b
een trimmed, and because California has warm nights, I decorated with fairy lights so we could enjoy being outside longer.

  “Have I told you how much I love what you’ve done with our yard?” She beams.

  I lean across to kiss the side of her neck. “Yes. But you can tell me again.”

  She gently swats my arm as I walk her along the pebbled path to Masen’s swing set.

  “Stay right here. Actually . . . close your eyes.”

  “Okay,” she says with a curious smile, sitting down on the swing.

  Around the back corner, I have hidden the two surprises that terrify me to the point that I’m going to have an anxiety attack. I grab the small one first and walk back towards her, placing the box in her hands.

  “What’s this?”

  “Open it.”

  She cautiously unties the pink bow and lifts the lid of the box. With a loud gasp, she says, “It’s my Peaches ‘n Cream Barbie! How did you get this?”

  Her beautiful eyes light up as she admires this precious childhood memory. “Your mom sent it to me. Now that you have a proper home, she thought you needed something that means a lot to you.”

  “It does mean a lot. My god . . . she was everything I wanted to be.” She hugs the box and closes her eyes for a moment. Seeing how happy she is gives me the confidence to move forward with the next part of my plan.

  “I was more of a GI Joe dude, but I’ll take your word for it.” I smirk. “I’ve got one more surprise for you if you sit here and behave, eyes closed.”

  “I’m on my best behavior.” She salutes.

  This time, I nervously walk behind the large oak tree. Taking deep breaths, I bend down, lift the surprise up, and walk back towards the swing. Placing it on the ground before her, I position it carefully and then ask her to open her eyes.

  The look on her face is priceless. Shocked, she falls to her knees.

  “How on earth did you get this here?”

  “I have my ways.” I grin.

  Barely able to speak, she places her hand inside and touches all the small furniture. “This was my dream house. I played with this every day when I was kid,” she tells me. “I spent hours in my room pretending that when I grew up, I would live happily ever after in this house. With my Ken.”