Bestselling Bastard : A Hero Club Novel

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “Jenna…”

  “I...was hopin’ you’d come to your senses, and if you weren’t, I was gonna come and get ya. We need an office right? I mean, it’s presumptuous, thinkin’ you’d move in here with me, I know but we can talk about it. I don’t want you to think—”

  Lorenzo cuts off my rant with his lips, wrapping a tight arm around my waist and I laugh against his lips.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Love it. Now show me where our room is before the first stop of the house christening tour is in the office.”

  “Desk sex is overrated,” I say with a wink.

  “Oh, Ms. Watson, I’m going to have a fun fucking time convincing you otherwise.”

  Chapter 20

  Lorenzo

  Seven months later…

  “I don’t like that,” Jenna says, scrunching up her nose from across the desk in our home office.

  She continues to type away on her laptop and I lean back, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Why not?”

  “Because,” she exhales. “I don’t wanna know about the heroes dick bein' in any other woman. He has a past, we know he has a past, we don’t need the dirty details. It’s like their menstrual cycle. We all know it’s there but we don’t talk about it. Don’t put that shit in there, I’m not kiddin’.”

  I laugh, leaning forward on the desk, pushing her laptop screen down, causing her to look up at me.

  “You’re awfully confrontational when you haven’t eaten.”

  “I just ate a few minutes ago and I am not confrontational! You want a play by play of my sex life before you?” she sasses, arching an eyebrow at me.

  “Fair enough,” I laugh, standing with my hands in the air. “I didn’t mean food though, Mama. I meant me.”

  Her mouth opens and closes then a smirk forms on her face and she pushes her computer chair back, crooking her finger at me.

  “Get that ass over here then, Daddy. I got another two weeks before we’re on a torturous hiatus.”

  I lunge for her, attacking her neck with kisses as she wraps an arm around my neck and laughs, her belly bouncing between us.

  “I am finally gonna convince you that desk sex is not overrated.”

  “How in the hell are we gonna do that?” Jenna laughs, dropping her head back as I eat up every single inch of her neck.

  “And she watched his eyes darken, realizing he was going to fucking devour her and she had no qualms. She would agree to whatever filthy desire he threw her way with open arms,” I growl, biting her earlobe.

  “Lorenzo!”

  “Bend over with your elbows on top of the desk,” I instruct.

  “Lorenzo, the baby—”

  “I got this, Mama. Just do as I say and strip.”

  She doesn’t say a word, just nods and starts to strip as I reach for a throw pillow on the couch in the corner of our office. Many a night we’ve plotted and came up with the best sex scenes we’ve ever written on this couch and I smile, knowing we’ll add another to the Rolodex tonight.

  I turn back around with the pillow and almost drop it along with my jaw.

  “Well, fuck me,” I whisper.

  The sunset light coming in from the window wraps around Jenna like a fucking halo and I walk to her, my legs on autopilot as I can’t peel my eyes away from her.

  “Stop,” she laughs, trying to cover her body. “I’m huge. Let’s shut the curtain.”

  “You better fucking not,” I demand, reaching for her and pulling her into me. “You’re fucking beautiful, my God.”

  She smiles, cupping my cheek as I kiss her, running my hand up and down her bare back before finally breaking the kiss and stripping myself.

  “His sexy heroine looked like a goddamn goddess and he couldn’t wait to be buried balls deep inside her tight little pussy.”

  Jenna laughs, shaking her head as she gives me her back, pressing her hands down on the desk.

  “She leans over the desk on her elbows, her juices dripping down her legs waiting for me to slide inside her, slowly, inch by inch, waiting until she thinks I’m in all the way before I fucking shred her.”

  “Enzo, please. Just...just do it.”

  Her breathing is fast as I place the pillow on the edge of the desk in front of her as I cradle her belly in both my hands. My cock is so hard I don’t even have to guide it in as I rotate my hips, connecting with her hot, wet center.

  “Fuck,” Jenna gasps, as I slowly rock my hips forward, pushing inside her.

  “And like a fucking teenager he blew his load in five seconds, just like the rookie hand job he got the first time they spent the weekend together.”

  Jenna laughs, her whole body shaking as I bury my face between her shoulder blades and let out a laugh too. I’m still inside her as a wetness gushes out onto my dick and down my legs and I freeze, gripping her belly tighter.

  “Was that…”

  “Yes,” Jenna gasps. “Fuck, that was my water, Lorenzo! Get out! Get out!”

  She pushes back against me, hitting my arms and I slide out, looking around for my shorts and t-shirt as we both quickly dress.

  “It’s okay, it’ll be okay. You good? I’ll get your hospital bags.”

  “Shit, it’s early. It’s too early,” Jenna cries, angrily brushing away tears off her cheeks.

  “J, look at me. You’re okay. The baby is okay. Call Dr. Vazquez when we get into the car, okay? Everything will be fine.”

  I kiss her forehead, her nose then her lips as she slowly gets her breathing under control and nods.

  “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

  She’s been panicking the past few weeks, not fully over her abandonment issues and her hormones are all out of whack but it’s my job to make her know that she’s loved and nothing will happen to this baby.

  Dr. Vazquez calms her down in the car, reminding her that she was measuring big at her last appointment a few days ago, so the baby should be fully developed and fine.

  When we get to the hospital, everything happens so fast as she’s put into a wheelchair, wheeled to a room and hooked up to machines. My head is on a swivel, watching the nurses and doctors coming in and out of the room, and my hand never leaves Jenna’s. She’s calm, squeezing my hand during contractions but only letting out soft moans and groans through them all. She’s so fucking strong.

  “Okay, you’re about eight centimeters. We’re past the epidural, are you okay?”

  “I’m in pain,” Jenna whispers. “I’m in so much pain.”

  “The baby’s heart rate is stable and so is yours. Just keep breathing. It shouldn’t be long before you start pushing. Dad, want to give her some of those ice chips overs there?” the nurses asks, nodding behind me.

  I look over my shoulder, reaching for the plastic cup and nod, putting the cup to Jenna’s mouth.

  “I want a steak after this,” she whispers. “Bacon, a steak and french fries. So many french fries, okay?”

  “Okay,” I say with a nod. “Anything. Anything you want, J.”

  “And cornbread. God, I want cornbread, okay? Make sure to—ohhhhh fuck me,” she gasps, squeezing my hand so tight, my knuckles feel like they’re going to grind together.

  "I think that's what got us in this mess, baby."

  "Shut...shut the hell up. Please. Call someone. Now!"

  I press the call button on the bed as two nurses rush in and Jenna screams, gripping the side of the bed.

  “What do we do? We need to help her,” I say, panicking because this doesn’t look normal.

  The two nurses hop into action, opening Jenna’s legs and they both look at each other, one leaving the room and coming back with Dr. Vazquez.

  “Jenna, you ready to deliver this baby? It’s ready.”

  “Yesss,” Jenna cries. “Please get it out of me. Right now! I’m ready. I’m so ready. Enzo…”

  She looks over to me, pressing her lips together as her face twists in pain.

  “I got you, baby. I’m right here
. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s meet this little trouble maker.”

  I kiss her sweaty forehead and watch as she hunkers down and pushes with every ounce of strength she has in her body. After what feels like hours, a loud cry rips through the chaos of the room and a chubby little baby with a shit ton of black hair is lifted in the air. Jenna cries, laughing and squeezing my hand as the doctor announces that we have ourselves a girl.

  “Oh, Enzo,” Jenna whispers, cupping my cheek as she looks up at me from the bed.

  “She’s so fucking beautiful. Just like her mama. My God, you’re amazing. You did so good, J.”

  “I love you. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  The doctor cleans up our baby girl, putting her naked little body on top of Jenna and I wipe a tear that falls from my eyes as I kiss her little forehead.

  “She’s got so much hair,” Jenna laughs, running her hand up and down our baby’s back.

  “What are we calling this little one?”

  “Josephina Liana?” Jenna asks. “A J and an L?”

  “I love it,” I whisper, kissing both of my girls on their forehead. “I love it so much.”

  Jenna

  I’m a mother. I cannot believe I’m actually a mother.

  I open my eyes, looking to my right at Josephina sleeping in her bassinet, then to the left at Lorenzo sleeping on the pull out couch.

  I smile, secretly pinching myself, wondering how a little over two years ago we were drunkenly plotting our first book together and now we have amazing careers, we’re in love, living together and just welcomed this precious little girl into the world.

  “Knock, knock.”

  I look up at the door and see Soraya and Graham tiptoe inside.

  “Oh shit, we’ll come back,” Soraya whispers.

  “No, no, it’s fine. She has to get up soon to eat anyway. Thank y’all for comin’,” I say with a smile, opening my arms up to hug Soraya and then Graham.

  “How are you feeling? Lorenzo told me you did it without drugs. Girl, you are a fucking beast!”

  Lorenzo stirs from the couch, opening his eyes as he sits up.

  “Loud mouth,” Graham scolds Soraya, putting a finger over her lips.

  “Hey, Ma. Dad. Meet Joesephina Liana.”

  Soraya and Graham both smile, looking down into the bassinet at the sleeping little angel and Soraya wipes a few tears from her eyes as Graham looks away, pretending he isn’t doing the same.

  “Baby, I can’t believe you’re a father,” Soraya whispers, hugging Lorenzo.

  “I can. Us Morgan’s and their baby making skills,” Graham laughs with a wink, hugging Lorenzo to him.

  “Enzo, do you wanna go grab me somethin’ to eat from downstairs with your dad?” I ask, eyeing Soraya.

  Lorenzo knows before I even have to say anything and nods, slapping a hand on Graham’s shoulder as both men exit the room, leaving me alone with Soraya and Josephina.

  “Soraya...I just...wanted to thank you,” I say, successfully keeping the tears at bay...for now.

  “For what, Jenna?” she asks, sitting at the edge of my bed, grabbing my hands.

  “For your advice. For raisin' such an amazin’ son. For...bein’ there for me when I wasn’t sure which way was up. I know I could get through a hell of a lot because of you. Goin’ through what you did, findin’ Graham and makin’ a beautiful family. Thank you for givin’ me some of your strength.”

  “Oh Jenna,” Soraya whispers, pulling me toward her as she wraps me in a tight embrace. “I am so happy Lorenzo found you. I am not going to lie, I hoped like hell he would see your letter and it would light a fire under his ass. I always knew he was meant to write. I almost didn’t publish yours and just responded but...something told me to do it. I’m so glad I did.”

  I laugh, amazed at the turn of events and thanking whatever instinct Soraya had to publish my letter.

  “What’s meant to be and all that, huh?”

  “Hell yes,” Soraya laughs. “You know I will always be there for you. Whatever happens between you and Lorenzo, I will always consider you a daughter. I hope that’s okay with you.”

  The tears flow now as I’m no longer able to hide how much her words mean to me. A mother’s love, being enough for someone, is what I’ve always wanted.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, giving her a smile and burying my face in her chest as we spend the next few minutes just hugging each other until Josephina starts to wake.

  “You want to meet your grandbaby, Grandma Raya?” I laugh, wiping my eyes.

  “Oh we have to work on the grandma name but give me that baby,” Soraya smiles, putting her arms out.

  Lorenzo and Graham walk back into the room and I wink at Lorenzo as he walks over, kissing me quick on the lips.

  “You look good with a baby, Grandma Soraya,” Graham laughs, kissing her on the cheek.

  “Graham J. Morgan don’t you dare put that shit into the universe!”

  Epilogue

  Jenna

  “And then the drop dead sexy hero groaned because the irony was, what he was about to do to his hot as fuck girlfriend actually created that little cockblock complaining next to them."

  I laugh as Lorenzo kisses underneath my ear, reluctantly rolling off of me. I lean up and watch him stand as he takes a crying Josephina from the crib, changing her diaper and bringing her to me in our bed.

  I pull her to my already bare breast and look up at Lorenzo, cupping his cheek.

  “I can finally have you after six long agonizing weeks but this little bambina is killing me,” he grunts, kissing Josephina’s forehead and then dropping down to kiss my lips.

  “Mmmm, she’ll be asleep soon.”

  “Fill her up, Mama because then I’m spending the rest of the night filling you up,” he whispers, biting my ear lobe.

  “Enzo…”

  Josephina unlatches as I move her to my other breast, watching her mouth slow down and her eyes slowly close. I laugh, seeing her fist start to unclench and then her mouth opens, milk dripping down her cheek as she passes out.

  “Milk drunk. Finally,” he sighs in triumph.

  I try to stifle my giggle as Lorenzo takes her out of my arms and she stirs.

  “Shhh.”

  I smile, watching Lorenzo rock Josephina back to sleep next to our bed, gripping the sheet up to my naked chest.

  He whispers something to her and his deep voice rumbles as he starts to sing and I swear if my body wasn't still recovering from having Josephina only six weeks ago, my ovaries would be begging for another.

  He gingerly lays her back down in her bassinet and turns to me, lifting his shirt off his head as I watch his abs construct. His shorts hang low on his hips and my eyes are drawn to his thick cock when he strips, standing straight up and begging for me to taste him.

  "You eye fucking me, Mama?"

  "Sure as shit am, Daddy. Get in here and finish what you started," I sass, laying back in bed as I crook my finger at him.

  We got the okay from my doctor this morning to resume sexual activity and I’m dying to have Lorenzo inside me again, although I’m nervous as fuck. As he climbs into bed, I notice something big on the skin of his right peck and look up, furrowing my brows.

  “What is that?”

  It’s dark in the room but once my eyes adjust, I see black writing.

  “Tattoos and grand gestures are kind of a thing in my family. Read it.”

  I gulp, lifting my finger but hesitating and Lorenzo nods.

  “It’s healed, go ahead.”

  “When did you get this?”

  “Last week when you were hanging with Chloe. Ma came to watch Josie.”

  I run my fingers softly along the raised words, tears pricking the back of my eyes as I read the ink tattooed on his chest.

  “And then her mouth covered mine and in that moment I knew; there would never be another woman after her. She was made for me. The one I waited for,” I whisper. “Lorenzo…”<
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  “Marry me, Jenna? I know we did things kind of backwards but I wouldn’t have done it any other way.”

  He reaches across me to his nightstand, taking out a little black box and I cover my mouth with my hands, tears starting to drop down my cheeks.

  “Josie helped pick it out last month and I’ve been trying to figure out the perfect moment. I kind of fucked it up, actually. I had a onesie made for her and this big plan but I know we’re not perfect so I didn’t—”

  I cut him off with my lips, gripping the sides of his face as I devour his mouth, laughing and crying against his lips.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I’ll marry you my crazy real life hero.”

  “Thank God!”

  Lorenzo takes the ring out of the box and I smile, kissing him again as he slides it onto my finger.

  “You like it?”

  “Love it. And I love you, so much. Thank you for givin’ me my happily ever after.”

  “I love you too, J. Thank you for letting me.”

  Lorenzo

  They say when you see the bride walk down the aisle, look at the groom. Look at his face, the expression he makes. See if he cries, see if he really has that look of a love sick puppy.

  I was trying to remember that as our bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the makeshift aisle on the back lawn at my parents’ cabin in Lake George, determined to not be caught with that glint in my eye to never hear the end of. But once I saw Jenna in her white lace dress, her dark hair curly down one shoulder holding hands with our baby girl in a big, poofy white princess dress, I lost my shit.

  Big, pussy tears streamed down my face and I didn’t have one fuck to give because my girls were a goddamn vision. I laughed, wiping at my cheeks as I watched Jenna’s father stride up next to her, holding her arm with a big smile on both of their faces. I know it took alot for her to get past all the hurt and allow him to walk her down the aisle, let alone even come in the first place.

  I still remember the conversation a month back like it just happened this morning.

  “J, you do whatever you feel is right. I will support you no matter what you decide,” I whisper to her, as she leans on my bare chest and I play with her hair.