Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2)

by Roarke, Fiona

  Bouncer

  Bad Boys in Big Trouble 2

  Fiona Roarke

  DEA Agent Reece Langston has spent a year at the city’s hottest club, working his way closer to the core of a money laundering operation. Women throw themselves at him all the time, but there’s only one he’s interested in catching. And she won’t even tell him her name.

  FBI Agent Jessica Hayes doesn’t know much about the sexy stranger except that he’s tall, dark and gorgeous. Best of all, he seems just as drawn to her as she is to him—in other words, he’s the perfect man to show one kick-ass virgin what sex is all about. No names, no strings and no regrets. Their one-night stand turns into two. Then a date. Then…maybe more.

  Everything is going deliciously well until Jessica’s boss orders her to use her lover to further an FBI operation.

  Everything is going deliciously well until Reece’s handler orders him to use his lover to get closer to his target.

  Is their desire enough to match the danger and deception?

  Bouncer, Bad Boys in Big Trouble 2

  Nothing’s sexier than a good man gone bad boy.

  Bouncer

  Bad Boys in Big Trouble 2

  Copyright © 2016 Fiona Roarke

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval systems—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, organizations, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Nickel Road Publishing

  ISBN: 978-1-944312-02-2

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  Prologue

  Saturday night – Joe’s Bar

  “What do you mean you’ve never had sex before?” The utter surprise in Kelli Baker’s tone was second only to the volume at which she shouted the inflammatory information.

  Jessica Hayes sent her soon-to-be-ex-best friend a horrified look. Speechless, she promptly lowered her head in abject shame, afraid to look around and see who might have heard the notification to the world of her virginal status. The trendy upscale bar they were in was quiet enough that voices could definitely carry well outside of their private two person circle.

  Knowing Kelli as she did and that her friend would continue chattering until stopped, Jessica regrouped quickly and snapped, “Could you say that a little louder? I don’t think the single desperate men of Outer Mongolia heard you.”

  Kelli glanced over one shoulder quickly and promptly touched Jessica’s hand in apology. “Well, I’m sorry, but I mean, damn, girlfriend! When you said you really needed to get laid I didn’t realize we were talking about the premier event. I almost brought a guy with me tonight, but he had to work. So how did you make it to your advanced age without bumping uglies with a guy?”

  “Four older brothers and a small Midwestern town.” Jessica took a sip of her club soda with lime and the memories of her high school years invaded her thoughts.

  The high school boys of Cornelia, Missouri were all cowards. No guy would ever ask her out for fear of retribution. Her shortest brother was six foot two, damn it. A mother bear seemed neglectful in comparison to her brothers and the way they protected her from the advances of any male in a three county radius, a skill they learned well from their father.

  Even now she couldn’t visit home without all the eligible bachelors between the ages of eighteen and eighty cowering away from her in fear.

  “You don’t say. Sounds like the title of a bad TV movie of the week.”

  “Yeah, that’s my love life—a bad TV movie of the week broadcast on cable at two in the morning. It isn’t as if I haven’t tried, you know. I got close a couple of times, but in retrospect I was far too picky.”

  “Define close,” Kelli said, twirling her drink straw around the ice in the bottom of her nearly empty glass.

  “My second year of college.”

  “Do tell.”

  “He was a sports media major. Deep voice. Sexy deep-blue eyes. He stared at me in the cafeteria for a month before finally asking me out.”

  “So why didn’t you do him?”

  “I tried. We went to a pledge week frat party at his fraternity house, where he managed to get rip-roaring drunk in record time. He led me, staggering all the way, to his room. We had to kick out another couple and he cleared most of the coats off the bed before feeling me up a couple times and then ejaculating on the sleeve of one unlucky guest’s Burberry jacket.”

  “Eew. That’s just nasty.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry to offend your delicate sensibilities. It was a frat party. Everyone knows you take your chances if you leave coats and stuff laying around in any of the bedrooms. That was karma, pure and simple.”

  “So you didn’t even get anything out of the near exchange of bodily fluids?”

  “Not really. I got up and left, but quite a few people saw me leave his bedroom. Frat Boy apparently thought he did the deed, so he washed his hands of me directly afterwards and considered the conquest done. On Monday he started staring at a freshman with big boobs and ignored me completely. I was so embarrassed. It took me a year and a half to get up enough nerve to try again.”

  Kelli shook her head. “He’s the one who should have been embarrassed. I wish I’d been around back then to get you back up on the horse.” She took a long sip, finished her drink and gestured at the busy bartender to prepare another. “As a matter of fact, if you’d mentioned I was dealing with virgin territory tonight, I would have selected a different place. Hell, I would have hand-picked someone special to take care of you.”

  The thought of Kelli explaining to someone special how her friend needed to be de-virginized made Jessica wish she’d ordered tequila tonight instead of club soda to numb the humiliation.

  “Great. Or I could just schedule an appointment with my gynecologist and have it done surgically. Maybe she could light a candle for atmosphere.”

  “No way. Don’t do that. What about all those hunky guys with guns where you work? Surely there are possibilities there, right?”

  “No. I never want to date anyone from law enforcement, and especially not anyone I work with.”

  “Why not?”

  “Too weird to have slept with someone and then work with them, knowing what they look like naked. Besides, what if it didn’t work out? Too much drama. So no, law enforcement guys are not an option. Move on.”

  “Fine. Then leave it to me. I’ll pick someone nice, someone you won’t ever see again, and most especially a guy who knows what he’s doing without any guilt-filled strings attached.”

  “So a total stranger you know firsthand is sexually amazing? That man surely doesn’t exist or you’d already have him chained to your bed. I don’t need you to find anyone for me. I especially don’t want someone you’ve been with.”

  “Are you sure? I know a guy or two who would volunteer in an emergency.” Kelli smiled. “This seems like an emergency to me.”

  “Well, it’s not. And really? Men you’ve used up and thrown away? No, thank you very much.”

  “It’s not like that. The men I have in mind didn’t work for me in other ways. Or I didn’t work for them, but we remained friends. It
can be done.”

  “So you say. Still, I’m not looking for a friend of yours to deflower me.”

  “I would have volunteered,” said a sleazy voice from over Jessica’s shoulder. A voice that sent a shard of panic to her heart. A voice she recognized from work.

  Damn it all to hell.

  Jessica swiveled on her bar stool, coming face-to-face Agent Neil Wiley, resident dick and infamous idiotic office lothario. After keeping a low profile these past several months since moving here from her Midwestern hometown after FBI training, Neil—also known as the bastard of the second floor—had just learned her deepest secret.

  Jessica tried not to gnash her teeth in frustration. Given Neil’s proclivity to gossip, she knew by Monday morning the entire FBI building would be apprised of her limited sexual expertise. Or worse, he’d hound her about it privately until she shot out his kneecaps in annoyance. Then again, the paperwork involved in firing her service weapon might just be worth it in this case.

  She shouldn’t care about Neil, but it was hard enough to make friends, especially male friends, in a new city without having a cloud of virginity smack dab over her head.

  “As a matter of fact, I’ll volunteer right now. Want to go to your place or mine so I can pop your cherry, Agent Hayes?” he asked and bit into a green olive from his martini.

  Chapter One

  Well after midnight on a lonely street

  Reece Langston fell in love with her delicious heart-shaped ass first, because that was the first part he saw. The goddess was bent over rummaging around the open trunk of her car, which sported a flat tire, muttering curses as clanking ensued.

  “…stupid frickin’…ah ha! There you are!”

  When she straightened and emerged clutching a tire iron in one fisted hand, he got his first look at the angelic face that went with that lovely derriere. She simply took his breath away. She was a blonde. He loved blondes. Her hair fell to her shoulders in waves. She was tall, but not overly so. She had long shapely legs attached to that gorgeous butt, and he easily pictured them wrapped around his naked, sweaty waist as he thrust endlessly… Calm down, he told himself.

  A ferocious urge stirred in his loins, the likes of which made him look down at his own crotch in wonder. He waited, almost expecting to see his cock burst through the zipper of his jeans to take a closer look at the delectable instigator of the rampant excitement pervading the space below his belt.

  It had been so long.

  Reece glanced back up in time to see her squat beside the rear passenger-side tire, thrusting her ass out in his direction again. The slacks she wore hugged her lower half nicely. He had to close his eyes because the visual overwhelmed him, and wondered how best to convince the angel before him they were destined to be together.

  Tonight. Now. Was her back seat big enough for the both of them?

  Another glance at his mystery future lover as she applied the tire iron to the unseen jack under her car made him smile. He thought of an opening line to break the ice.

  “You’re doing it wrong,” he told her in an overloud tone. She startled, almost lost her balance, and shot him an evil glare over one slim shoulder. He cursed his long deprived reptilian libido, realizing it was foolish to sneak up on a woman fixing a flat tire at night on a deserted street. He was lucky she hadn’t just shot him through the heart, or worse, whipped out her pepper spray keychain to blind him. He’d volunteer to be gut shot before ever being sprayed with that evil shit again.

  “Oh, am I?” Her belligerent tone was not a surprise. No gun came forth to add meaning to her justified attitude. Reece was glad she wasn’t a frail little flower.

  He nodded, shaping an innocent smile on his lips. “I’m afraid so.”

  She stood and put one hand on her hip. “I know you don’t know this about me, since we’re strangers and all, but I’ve changed a flat tire before, so you can run along.” She glanced back to her task, muttering, “I’m not either doing it wrong.”

  He tilted his head to one side and smiled at her frustrated expression. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the light pole behind him and prepared to watch the show.

  Her narrowed gaze pierced his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I want to watch and learn, oh great experienced tire changer.”

  “Why? Need some pointers?” One beautiful brow lifted in challenge.

  He laughed. “No. I want to watch and see how you loosen the lug nuts on that flat tire once your car is jacked up all the way in the air. So please, do carry on.” He gestured for her to continue.

  She turned back to the tire and muttered another whispered curse, “…stupid frickin’ lug nuts…” She twisted back with an angry expression, which quickly softened into a heart-melting grin. “Well, I guess you’ve got me there.”

  “I’d be happy to help you change that tire. Or ridicule you further while you do it. Lady’s choice.”

  She laughed, picked up the cross-shaped four-way lug wrench, and held it out to him. He leaned up from the post, approached her slowly and took it. He hoped she didn’t look down just yet. His cock had reacted fervently and swelled outward another inch in response to the scent of her when he stepped into her personal space to grab the tool. Cursing his self-imposed sexual drought, Reece took a step past her and noticed she let him brush very close without stepping out of the way.

  She smelled like sex. Or did everything smell like sex because he wanted her so badly?

  “I’ll let you get your hands dirty.” Her golden blond hair, which brushed her shoulders in curly waves, framed an oval face. Now that he was closer, he saw the color of her eyes. Sea green. Or maybe a color like dew-kissed grass.

  I am a total sap. A big, horny, sappy goof.

  She was interested in him, too. She stared, most particularly at his ass when she thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t mind. Turnabout was fair play. She was the perfect height. Tall enough that her head would line up with his shoulders if they hugged, short enough to be able to wear spike heels if they ever went dancing.

  He squatted down to change her tire and completed the task in record time. All the while he tried to figure out a way to entice her up to his apartment. He lived across the street and just down the block. Reece wasn’t usually such a letch with strange women, but she stirred something deeply important within him, something he’d missed.

  Plus, she gave him a record-breaking hard-on. After a night of getting fake hit-on for the sole purpose of gaining entrance into his club, Reece was ready for the interest of someone who didn’t want anything from him but company or perhaps, better yet, pleasure.

  He glanced at his apartment building, wondering what he could say to get her to accompany him inside. His car was parked in a garage a block away. He’d been on his way home after a long night at work when she had distracted him. Her and her shapely, sexy ass. He kicked the release on the jack, lowered the car to the ground, tightened the final lug nut in place on the replacement tire, and stood with the intention of being charming.

  “Are you married?” she asked before he could say a word. She stepped directly into his personal space. He inhaled, taking in and memorizing her lovely scent.

  “No. Are you?” He breathed in her unique fragrance once more. This time he wasn’t as circumspect. The dance of love had begun. She was considering him, he could tell. Otherwise, why would it matter if he had a wife?

  “Nope.” Her voice lowered to a husky tone with that single-word answer. She reached out as she spoke and smoothed the front of his jacket with her palm. “I’ve never even been engaged.” The sensation of her touch sent a pulse of desire straight to his balls.

  “Good.” He was glad he still had the ability to speak without simply grunting a response. He reached up and trapped her hand on his chest, caressing her soft skin with his thumb.

  “Is it good?” She took another step closer. Her breasts brushed his upper torso. Her hips rested against his. She couldn’t possibly miss his cock t
rying its best to stand at attention to impress her.

  He raised his free hand to tuck a stray lock of her soft hair behind her ear and whispered, “It will be.” He genuinely hoped they were having the same conversation. He was talking about sweaty, satisfying sex.

  “Do you promise?” Her head tilted, eyes seeking his, and he knew she certainly couldn’t miss the beast in his pants throbbing forward in response, promising all good things to come if she’d only accompany him to his apartment.

  “I do.” Reece used his best convincing voice to add, “I know you don’t know this about me, since we’re strangers and all, but I—” The sudden connection of her seductive mouth pressing to his cut off whatever he was about to say, which he couldn’t remember anyway because her tongue licked his bottom lip and slipped inside to caress gently about.

  For his part, he dragged her up into his arms. She slanted her mouth across his to deepen this, their first intoxicating kiss. Perfection.

  “Do you live close?” she asked, breaking the luscious connection just long enough to ask the question before planting her mouth on his again. One of her hands slid around to brush the stubble at the nape of his neck. He kept his hair very closely cropped. As a bouncer for a premier club, it completed his dangerous bad-assed look. He was glad she wasn’t deterred in any way by his appearance. Some women told him they found him frightening, right before they got a glint in their eye that said they were willing to do anything to get inside his club.

  He tightened his grasp around her and twisted them until he pressed her against the car. He slid a hand down her back, fingertips feeling their way to cup her lovely ass. He pressed her more firmly into his groin, which was already grinding against her rhythmically. His cock stiffened and pulsed in anticipation, gearing up to do the deed here and now on the street corner.