Bad Boy's Revenge: A Small-Town Romantic Suspense

by Frost, Sosie

  “We have one now.” The dress slipped too high. My flat tummy revealed to him, and the underside of my bare breasts peeked from the bound silk. A bad night to not wear a bra. “Don’t you think this will make pretending to be dating hard?”

  “I’m used to things being hard around you.”

  “I’m not.”

  He smirked. “That’s because I behaved myself, Kiss.”

  “And now?”

  “What’s my nickname in your office?”

  “…Trouble-Maker.”

  “You’re the one in trouble now.”

  I sucked in a breath as the dress slipped off. Jack surveyed my body, nude save for a pair of sheer panties that left none of my cocoa skin to the imagination.

  Jack tossed me onto the couch, falling over me only once he tossed away the sport coat and ripped through the buttons of an expensive shirt. The bright, ragged ink on his chest peeked through, swirls of dark and expressive tattoos that seared through the façade of respectability he wove for the dinner we enjoyed.

  Jack wasn’t appetizers and cocktails and fancy French restaurants.

  He wasn’t gentle dances and soft whispers.

  He was fierce—raw and passionate. Sex for sex and enjoying every last second of debauchery.

  His lips feasted on mine, his tongue stealing my overwhelmed murmurs and creating a wild moan in their place. My skin chilled in the air conditioned house and cool leather, but every swipe of his tongue heated me until the warmth consumed me and I begged for a moment of air, of peace, of anything that would alleviate the intensity.

  Jack delivered. He grinned and seized my nipple within his greedy lips, nibbling against the mocha nub just hard enough to make me squirm.

  “A little chocolate kiss.” He murmured with his mouth full and indecent and stuffed with my breast.

  I loved the sight.

  I savored the shivers, the absolute decadence of letting a man touch where my fingers hardly ever satisfied. He suckled and twisted, pulled and nipped, and the enthusiastic pop from around the seal he created on my tip only excited me more.

  This was wrong. I knew it. Every instinct in my body told me so. God only knew how many others he had teased this same way, and how many more he almost had if his car hadn’t crashed and his intended foursome scattered.

  But Christ, I wanted this. So badly.

  For as often as I fought him and chastised him and dealt with his every terrible scandal, Jack was just what I needed after avoiding everything romance, everything sexual, everything pleasurable since losing a man I thought would help me begin the life I planned.

  Jack would give me nothing, but he could show me what I had missed. Just once, I wanted that freedom, that irresponsibility, that danger of giving a part of me to a man I knew wouldn’t cherish it.

  And I didn’t care because I knew what I’d get out of it. I’d have a night to help me forget a man who already forgot me. I’d receive hours of pleasure and a moment to experience the excitement of spending the night with a man who had a reputation so depraved it’d make a girl like me horrified.

  Jack’s hands were huge. So was his body. His shoulders. His chest. His legs.

  The part of him dragging against my leg as he teased my nipples with a knowing tongue.

  “Just this once, Jack,” I said. “Just once.”

  “Once?” He grinned, tugging on my nipple until it popped from his mouth. “Kiss, you’re gonna want it more than once tonight.”

  “T—tonight?”

  He moved lower, kissing a trail over my tummy, my belly button, and finally to the little bow on the front of my panties. He gripped that in his teeth, threatening so much more to the delicate slit beneath.

  “Kiss, if you think I won’t fuck you all night, you haven’t been paying attention to all those scandals you cover up.”

  “And now I get to become one.”

  “You’re no scandal.” The panties slipped over my hips. His breath caught as the hint of my slit peeked between my legs. “I’ll never apologize for what I’m about to do to you.”

  I would. I’d be sorry for it later. For now, I wouldn’t regret a second while his breath tickled hot against my legs. He kissed my thighs and spread me open. I trembled. Jack stared at a part of me I once vowed he would never, ever see, touch, taste, or take.

  He broke that vow in one swipe of his tongue against my slit, tickling my clit, tasting my slickness, and then completely imbedding within my tight pussy.

  “Oh, my God, Jack!”

  I gripped his shoulders, fearing I’d rip the shirt from his chest. His lips sealed around me, nibbling and feasting, and I collapsed against the leather as his prodded touch drew more desperation from my voice.

  Shivers upon shivers.

  I arched, offering more to him. Jack grinned, his lips wet with my own desire.

  “Kiss, you’re sweeter than chocolate.”

  I should’ve been embarrassed. Mortified. Fighting my need to wrestle my panties from his hands and cover the parts of me that should’ve been hidden from a playboy, trouble-maker like him.

  Instead I offered myself, gasping his name and begging to feel more of his wide tongue spreading my slit and tempting the silken wetness within.

  And Jack knew exactly how to play me. He wasn’t just a skilled athlete; he was a sinful lover. He knew how to make me groan, when to tease my gasp, and what little trick of his tongue would whisper an undignified plea for more of his attention. No woman was safe in his arms. He left no innocence unconquered.

  His pants unzipped. A thrill tickled through me. He didn’t leave the pulsing slit between my legs, still feasting, licking, driving my body to the absolute peak.

  But Jack needed his own relief. I drove him insane with a lick of my pussy, so much that he had to pump himself as he gobbled me whole. My eyes fluttered closed, but I tried to stare, to see just what made Jack Carson so goddamned arrogant.

  He wasn’t cocky.

  He was all cock.

  A pulsing, thickening, insanely large cock.

  Even with his quarterback hands, he couldn’t hold the entire length in his fist. The head of that delicious looking weapon glistened with pre-cum, hardened with desire, and throbbed with the tease of my pussy so near his body.

  Jack growled against my petals. The hum of his words and the heat of his breath melded into an absolute warning against the threat of what he wanted to do.

  Why didn’t I heed that warning?

  I should’ve pushed him away, gathered my things, and scampered off to safety like the good little girl that I was.

  I meant to refuse the man who prayed on innocence, stole inhibitions, and corrupted the virtuous into crazed vixens.

  Instead I came.

  My body arched in a ripple of cascading agony, a perfect pain that exploded, sizzled, and rent through my every muscle. It punished me for surrendering and prepared me for what else I’d give up in exchange for the moment my breath whispered his name and my fingers gripped his hardened shoulders.

  Jack didn’t let me breathe. He forced himself up, cast off his shirt, and kicked his pants low enough to free the entirety of his monster cock and heavy balls from the material. He tugged a packet from his pocket and ripped through the foil with a growl. His cock twitched in need.

  I didn’t have the strength to consider how quickly, how dangerously he moved. He sheathed his cock in protection and moved over me for a kiss, letting me taste how much I had desired his lips on my other delicate places. Jack shifted my legs and coiled me around him.

  He was so big. Too big. Huge.

  I stared at him with wide-eyes and found my voice in a soft admission.

  “I…haven’t done this in a while.”

  Jack laughed. “Can’t say the same, but I’ve never left a girl unsatisfied.”

  “Yeah, but with a cock like that…do you leave any alive?”

  “Alive, satisfied, and spent from orgasm after orgasm.”

  “Promise?”
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  Jack grinned. “Trust me?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “And that’s why you’re still a good girl.”

  He spread my legs and fell over me, his weight supported by a thick arm bulging with muscle and tensed with a need to take and rut and seize me.

  I leaned up to kiss him, sucking along his lip, baiting him with my tongue. Jack growled. The head of his cock pressed against my slit.

  And that was the moment my phone rang.

  “Let it go—” Jack pulled away as I twisted, lunging for my phone. “Kiss, what are you doing? Get that perfect ass back on the couch.”

  “It’s Jolene.” I recognized the ringtone, more obtrusive than ever. I wiggled away from Jack only to plop off the couch on my apparently perfect butt. “It could be about that journalist.”

  “Fuck that sleezeball.”

  “I’m afraid he’s going to fuck you.”

  “At least someone will.”

  I answered the call, realizing all too late I was completely naked, slick with desire, and sweating in anticipation. My curves were on display for Jack, and his cock bobbed obscenely hard, waiting for me to return.

  Jolene talked fast, but I kept up, eying Jack as he was sure to get the news too. I ended the call.

  He shrugged. “What?”

  I didn’t know how to cover my nudity, but folded arms offered me a bit of protection.

  “Were you supposed to go out with Bryon tonight?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “He was just arrested for sexual assault.”

  I pulled my dress from the floor and did my best to shimmy into it. Jack still had my panties. He could keep them. A memento of the mistake that might have been.

  “What do you mean arrested?”

  “You need new friends, Jack,” I said. “I am so glad you weren’t out with him.”

  “Wait…they’re wrong. He wouldn’t do that.”

  I arched my eyebrow. Jack broke my gaze first. Bryon was exactly the type of man to do something so heinous.

  “He’s in custody now. Jolene got a call from his agent. They want to hire us before it gets bad. I gotta go in to work.” I held my hand out. “Panties, please.”

  Jack reluctantly handed me the crimson silk. “What about…?”

  “Sorry.” I covered my face. “Sorry, this got out of control. We never should have—”

  “Yes, we should have.”

  “No, Jack. We can’t. We just…” I wished I had a glass of water, something to ease whatever flames burned through me. “You are so lucky you weren’t with him tonight. Half of the damn offense is at the police station with him. If you had been there…”

  “I wasn’t.”

  “And that’s why we need to be careful,” I said. “This. What we’re doing? This fake relationship is for our protection. We can’t jeopardize it. No matter what happens. We can’t let ourselves…”

  “I get it.” Jack didn’t look like he wanted to understand. “Fine. Need a ride?”

  “No, I’ll call a taxi. I want you to stay here, okay? That journalist was bad enough. I don’t want anyone to even start a rumor you were with Bryon.”

  He tossed his shirt over his shoulders. It couldn’t button. His cock still raged hard in his pants. I tried not to look at what might have been.

  “Thank you for dinner,” I said. “I…uh, I won’t bill you for it.”

  Jack scowled, returning to his beer on the bar. “Bill me, Kiss. If this is our professional relationship now, I don’t want anything to ruin my reputation. At least my credit is impeccable.”

  “Jack—”

  “This is how you want it?” He held his arms out. “This is how you get it. No fooling around. Nothing more than sheer respectability. I possess some self-restraint, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

  “I didn’t mean—”

  “Yes, you did. I’m not your type. I’m your one wild moment. The one man you could’ve looked back on while your future husband lays over you for thirty seconds to finally give you that baby you want so much.” He shrugged. “Fine. I’ll spare you the guilt of having sex and using me to feel good about yourself.”

  “I’m sorry!”

  “I’m not some mistake to be made,” he said. “If I get you, I want all of you. Not just your curiosity. Not because I’m your one bad thing you do. I want to fuck you, and I want you to like it because you wanted me.”

  I couldn’t answer. Jack didn’t expect one.

  Well I didn’t have a choice. If I was protecting myself and my career and Jack’s reputation, we had to be responsible.

  Even if it meant denying something we both wanted.

  Even if it meant denying each other the only thing we both needed.

  Chapter Six - Jack

  I kicked my ass from one side of the field to the other and worked my muscles raw, and still I couldn’t punish myself enough for being so fucking stupid.

  I made a lot of bad calls in my life. Yelling at the most gorgeous woman in the world seconds after her legs wrapped around my head?

  Rookie. Mistake.

  What the fuck was happening to me? God damn that woman—that beautiful, sexy, infuriating woman. Leah was the only girl I’d ever wanted who hadn’t wanted me back.

  No—she was the only one who ever refused me. Even after she liquefied on my couch. She didn’t just reject me. She denied herself.

  Leah. Wanted. Me.

  She couldn’t lie to me with my head between her legs. Her thighs had tightened over my ears, but I didn’t have to hear her moans to sense what she craved. I tasted it. Savored it. I was practically burned by the searing heat in that perfect pussy that trembled so sexy against my tongue.

  It wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until I was balls deep in that woman.

  If I hadn’t made such an idiot mistake, I might’ve had her.

  Didn’t matter. She’d be mine as soon as I figured out how to make her talk to me again. Really talk to me. Not any of this bullshit photo-op dates. I’d win her over the only way I knew how. Some people had a golden voice, I had a golden tongue.

  But first, I had something equally important to do. I remembered McGrin Regional Hospital’s layout. I wished I hadn’t. Or that I hadn’t remembered all the days and nights we spent running back and forth through the halls. The pediatric wing was the worst, artificially colored and bright but still clinging to the scent of antiseptic.

  It was a shitty place to grow up. It was worse when most of the kids in the beds didn’t make it.

  I didn’t stay long. Couldn’t. Too many memories and not nearly enough reason or justification for what had happened. I dropped the check, shook the doctor’s hand, and we were done.

  I made it to the lobby before she found me.

  Leah dressed for success. She covered up everything sexy, but she didn’t need a miniskirt to make me beg. She bit her lip. That meant she had bad news. But, hell, everything about her was bad news anymore.

  Look, but don’t touch.

  Defend, but don’t take.

  Have, but only temporarily.

  Women never used to affect me. I just needed a quick fuck, and I’d get her out of my system. No other woman would do. I needed her. Begging. Panting. Wanting.

  “You’re a hard man to track down, Jack,” Leah said.

  Everything about me was hard. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “I’d ask you the same question.” She adjusted the strap on her laptop bag so she didn’t have to look me in the eye. She hadn’t held my gaze since that night. “Jolene reps this hospital. Imagine our surprise when her contact calls to tell us Jack “Play-Maker” Carson is talking to the Chief of Pediatrics.”

  “Think I was going to ruin something?” My voice edged hard. “Cause a problem? Throw down with a nurse in the middle of the floor?”

  Leah flinched. God, I was edgy around her. She didn’t deserve my temper, not when she was still trying to preserve my reputation along
with her job. That made her dedicated…and an idiot. She refused to take her pleasure even when it was thrust in front of her face.

  Or between her legs.

  She sighed. “Jack, I’m not starting a fight—”

  “I was donating money.”

  Leah’s eyes widened like I handed her the fifty grand. “You’re…donating? Like, charity?”

  “Yeah.”

  I nodded for her to follow me. Her petite legs scampered to stay at my side.

  “Why are you donating to the pediatric ward?” she asked. “And why didn’t you say anything to me about it?”

  Because I avoided this reaction. “What’s it matter?”

  “Jack, this is a moment we could use.” She followed me outside but pulled me behind a concrete pillar before I bolted for the parking garage. Her voice hushed. “This is something amazing I could use as a photo-op. If I could write an article and push it to an outlet—”

  “No. You’re not doing it.”

  She didn’t understand. She wouldn’t, and I didn’t want to explain.

  “Jack.”

  “You’re not making this into some goddamned PR stunt.”

  “This is good publicity. You need some of that. It’s not like our dates have been doing much.”

  Yeah. Total waste of time, especially if I wasn’t getting laid. “Those last three dates were a blast.”

  She shrugged. “I’m trying. I have social media retweeting and reposting things, and I’m leaking pictures. It’s only been two weeks.”

  “It could be two fucking months, Kiss. Christ.” I didn’t mean to get pissed. Two weeks without a fuck was something I hadn’t dealt with before. “Unless I’m banging two girls in a bar bathroom, doing body shots off some co-ed with daddy issues, or getting sucked off in my car—no one cares what the fuck I do. They want to see the media’s version of Jack Carson. Your version. The trouble-maker.”

  “I don’t think that’s really you.”

  “Yes, you do, or you wouldn’t have stripped for me.”

  “Jack—”