Bad Boy Billionaire: F#cking Jerk 3

by Tawny Taylor

  JERK 3, Billionaire Bad Boy

  By

  TAWNY TAYLOR

  Books by Tawny Taylor

  Wild Knights

  Wicked Knights

  Wanton Knights

  Wild, Wicked & Wanton

  Dark Master

  Decadent Master

  Dangerous Master

  Darkest Fire

  Darkest Desire

  Claim Me

  Wicked Beast

  Prince of Fire

  Girl Enslaved

  Dirty Little Lies

  Triple Stud

  Enslaved by Sin

  Double Take

  Behind the Mask

  Plays Well with Others

  Lust’s Temptation

  Wrath’s Embrace

  Burning Hunger

  Torrid Hunger

  Everlasting Hunger

  Slave of Duty

  Flesh to Flesh

  Compromising Positions

  Breathless

  Pleasing Him

  At His Mercy

  Ties That Bind

  Yes, Master

  Make You Mine

  BEARed to You

  Surrender

  Darkest Ecstasy

  What He Wants (My Alpha Billionaire, 1)

  What He Demands (My Alpha Billionaire, 2)

  What He Craves (My Alpha Billionaire, 3)

  What He Needs (My Alpha Billionaire, 4)

  What He Desires (My Alpha Billionaire, 5)

  RAW A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  My Bad Boys, My Stepbrothers

  Stepbrother Romance 1 Obsessed

  Stepbrother Romance 2 Consumed

  Stepbrother Romance 3 Addicted

  Jerk 1

  Jerk 2

  Jerk 3

  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Morgan Pierce stormed back into my life like a Texas tornado, with an eff-you attitude and a body to match.

  I didn’t want to want her.

  I didn’t want to need her.

  But now that I’ve had her I can’t let her go. She’s not just my girlfriend; she’s my obsession.

  An obsession that may destroy me…and Morgan.

  Because love doesn’t always conquer all.

  And “I love you” doesn’t always lead to Happily-Ever-After.

  SAMPLE

  “No.” He caught my shoulders and swiveled me around to face him. “You aren’t going to do this to me.”

  “Me? Do what to you?”

  “You aren’t going to pretend none of it matters… that we don’t matter.”

  “Clay, I don’t know what matters anymore.” I scrubbed my face with my palms. “I’m tired. So tired. Ever since I drove into Dawson my life has been one disaster after another. Maybe things will get better when I leave?”

  “Disaster? Is that what we are?”

  I couldn’t answer his question. Were we? Weren’t we? As hard as I’d tried I couldn’t trust him. I was hurting him. I knew that. But I couldn’t help it. I was scared. And he wasn’t helping me feel safe. If only he’d been honest and told me about the ranch the minute he’d heard from Hardin. “Clay…”

  He smashed his mouth over mine, cutting me off.

  His tongue slipped between my lips and took charge, flaying against mine.

  I slammed my hands against his chest and fought to break free. But he wasn’t going to let me go. Not yet. I pushed a second time but he only tightened his hold on my upper arms.

  I felt him moving. My ass hit the bumper. Then I felt myself easing back until I was reclined against his truck’s front end. With any luck a police cruiser would come by and arrest him…before my body decided it liked what he was doing to me. I rocked my head to the side, trying to break the kiss. But that didn’t work either.

  His mouth still sealed over mine, he released one of my arms to hold my chin in place. Now there was no escape. None. His hips wedged between my legs, and the thick bulge in his pants ground against my lower belly. He was hard. And my body appreciated that.

  My mind did not.

  I writhed but that only made things worse. Now little pulses of erotic heat were rippling through my body, and my tongue was dancing with his, stroking, twirling, flicking. He broke the seal to scatter kisses over my jaw.

  “Clay, dammit,” I mumbled.

  “I’m done talking,” Clay said against my neck. The vibration of his voice made goose bumps spring up all over my upper body.

  “But we need to talk.”

  “No, we talk too much. Shut up.” He nipped my neck then cupped a hand over my breast.

  PREVIOUSLY, IN JERK 2…

  I hate that f#cking jerk Clay Walker! He’s been making my life a living hell since I was five. He punched my v-card when I was eighteen, and then, stupid me, I let him seduce me out of my panties again last week. If only I could say goodbye to the a**hole for good. But I can’t. You see, I inherited my aunt’s ranch. And guess who’s the ranch foreman? You got it. That f#cking jerk. And he’s out to make me even more miserable than ever.

  Did I mention he's also insanely hot--like, face of an angel and the body of a devil? And he’s learned new wicked, deliciously naughty ways of tormenting me?

  So now there’s me, the good girl, locking horns with the untamed bad boy. And if I lose, I lose everything--my self-respect, my pride. And maybe even my aunt’s estate.

  But I’m no pushover. I’m not going to take any of his shit lying down. Not again.

  Clay Walker, this is war!

  SAMPLE

  Heaven. I was in heaven.

  Harper was on her way home.

  I wasn’t.

  I was still in Clay’s bed. Clay was on his back, one arm wrapped around my body, eyes closed. My head was resting on his shoulder, his heartbeat thumping slowly in my ear.

  Heaven.

  Finally we were together. Finally we’d fought through our problems and made peace with each other. Every minute of pain was worth the outcome.

  I felt my lips curving into a smile. We’d make up for a little of that lost time already. But we still had plenty of lost days, weeks, and months to recoup. And Clay had promised he would make love to me all night long. All. Night. It wasn’t dawn yet.

  The soft buzzing of his snore told me he was resting. But the erection already standing at full staff between his legs was telling me he’d be up and ready to go again real soon.

  I was tempted to give him a little incentive to cut his snooze short.

  His cock was as perfect as the rest of him. Thick and hard, a delicious little droplet of precum already shimmering on the tip.

  Oh hell, could any girl resist?

  Moving slowly, carefully, I sat up and leaned over his huge dick and moistened my lips with my tongue. Saliva filled my mouth at just the sight of him. I was going to swallow that rod and give him the rousing of a lifetime, oh yes I was!

  I bent down and opened my mouth. The head slid inside. I sucked, pulling hard. I swirled my tongue around the flared ridge. I smiled around a mouthful when I heard a deep groan.

  It was working.

  A hand gathered my hair, lifting it away from my face. I raised my eyes, my gaze tangling with that of a very hungry, very horny man.

  “Come here,” he commanded, tugging on my tresses.

  Quite thrilled with the sharp domineering tone he used, I crawled up his body, my hands and knees on either side of his torso. Once I was in position, I sank onto his cock, shivering at the decadent sensation of being stuffed full. Clay clasped my face between his hands and pulled until our mouths met. His kiss was a slow seduction, paired perfectly with the sleepy speed of our lovemaking. I rocked my hips forward and back, riding him as we kissed.
My hands traveled over his body, fingertips tracing deep grooves cut between thick slabs of muscle. Beneath my touch, those muscles tensed and relaxed, lifting his hips to bury himself deeper in my slick heat.

  Then, with a grunt, he slid an arm around my back and rolled us over, pinning me beneath him.

  He grinned and I smiled back, shuddering at the evil glimmer in his eyes. “This is where you belong. Beneath me when we’re in bed. Beside me when we’re not.” He quickened the pace of his thrusts, driving harder, deeper, faster. My body responded, warming, tightening. My pussy clenched his cock like a fist, and in turn his cock caressed every inch of my channel until I was trembling from head to toe.

  Bending his elbows, he lowered his mouth to mine and plunged his tongue inside.

  I exploded.

  Shimmering energy burst through my body like a nuclear reaction, blazing up to my scalp and down to the soles of my feet. I cried out, my voice captured in our joined mouths. It felt better than anything in the world. And then it got even more intense when Clay’s cock swelled with cum, flooding my insides.

  He drove every drop of cum into me before he stopped thrusting and dropped onto my heavy body. His head flopped forward, resting on the pillow above my shoulder. His hot gusts caressed my shoulder and neck.

  “Ohmygod,” I murmured. I wrapped my arms and legs around his thick bulk, clinging to him, a wide smile spread across my face.

  I could do that a million times and not get tired of it.

  Still breathing hard, Clay popped his head up. “What’s that?”

  “What?” Confused, I blinked.

  “That sound? Music?”

  “My phone? Crap. What time is it? It must be Harper.” I rolled my head to the side to check the clock.

  Three o’clock in the morning?

  “I’d better get it.” I wiggled.

  Clay didn’t budge.

  “Clay, I can’t get up if you don’t let me.”

  “I know.” He bit my shoulder.

  And so I smacked his. “Let me up.” This time he listened, although his expression told me he hadn’t wanted to. Scowling slightly, he sat up while I dashed to my purse, which I’d dropped on the floor.

  I checked my phone’s screen.

  Yep, Harper.

  I poked the button and lifted the phone to my ear, sucking in a deep, calming breath.

  This was going to be painful. I could tell she really liked Mike. And he liked her too. But I knew once she found out about his past she’d break it off. I hated to be the one who had to tell her.

  “Morgan!”

  I sat on the bed, my hand running back and forth over Clay’s scrumptious chest. I was so happy. Unbelievably happy. And I wanted Harper to be that happy too. But not with Mike. Not with a convict. I wanted her to find a good man. Someone strong and loyal. Someone who would give up everything for her. Like Clay. “Harper, I have some bad news. I don’t know how to tell you this—“

  “Listen! The house. It’s on fire!”

  Fire? “What?” I blurted, not because I didn’t hear her, but because my mind just wasn’t processing what she’d said. We were talking about Mike, not a fire.

  Fire?

  “The ranch house. It’s on fire. Mike and I just got here and it’s burning like a mother fucker.”

  My heart literally stopped. “Oh God.” The house? It was on fire? “Fire department.”

  Clay looped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his face a mask of pain and worry.

  “On the way,” Harper said. “We called as soon as we realized what was going on. But it’s bad, Morgan. Really bad.”

  Tears blurred my eyes.

  My aunt’s house. Everything she’d owned. All the memories.

  My family’s past. My future.

  Turning to ash.

  I couldn’t speak. My throat was clogged with a sob.

  So much had happened. Good things. Wonderful things. Harper coming to live with me. Making up with Clay.

  But here came the sucker punch. And this one was a doozy.

  Ironically, Clay wasn’t stealing my ranch after all. But that might not matter anymore. I might have lost Silver Sage Ranch anyway.

  ***

  Chapter 1

  I couldn’t see.

  I couldn’t think.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  My aunt’s house. My family’s past. My future… they were turning to ash.

  Before my eyes. Right now. This minute.

  And I could do nothing to stop it.

  Once again my life had taken a sharp left into What-the-fuck-now Land. And I was left reeling in shock. Frozen by confusion. Disarmed by disbelief.

  What the hell happened?

  Just a couple of hours ago things had been going great. I’d made up with Clay (and made love with him, too). I’d learned he wasn’t trying to steal my ranch. He was trying to help me. And I’d learned the real reason why he’d been such a jerk when I’d first returned to Dawson.

  Plus, my bestie from college, Harper, was living with me again.

  And I had my crew back.

  The ranch was still in financial trouble, but things were finally looking up.

  But now this.

  A fire?

  And of course there was one thing I hadn’t checked yet; insurance. If there wasn’t any…

  A sob bubbled up my throat. Even if there was insurance I may have lost Silver Sage Ranch. After all, how could I keep it running if everything needed to work it was burned to cinders?

  I leaned against Clay, unable to hold myself upright.

  Clay gently took the phone from my hand and spoke into it. “This is Clay. What happened, Harper?”

  “The house is on fire,” I heard Harper say, even though Clay was holding my cell phone to his ear now. “I called the fire department. They’re on the way.”

  He nodded. “Okay.”

  “Is Morgan all right?” Harper asked. “She wasn’t speaking.”

  That was because I’d been focused on staying conscious. And not throwing up. Fire. My house was on fire. My stomach convulsed and I swallowed hard.

  Clay studied me with dark, worry-filled eyes. “She’s okay, but she’s in shock. Are you safe?”

  “Yes. I’m out by the road waiting for the fire department. Mike’s trying to let the animals out of the barn, in case the fire spreads.”

  “Good thinking. Stay put. I’ll be up there in a few minutes.” He poked the screen and sandwiched my face between his hands. All I could see was his face, his eyes. “Morgan, I’m going to check it out.” He enunciated every word like he was talking to a two-year old, which was totally necessary. My brain wasn’t functioning any better than a two-year old’s. “Stay here.”

  I blinked. A shudder ripped through my body. “No. I need to see.”

  He brushed his lips over mine then kissed my forehead. “Babe, are you sure? I wish you’d stay here.”

  I nodded, a sob slipping from my lips. “Yes,” I croaked.

  In reality, the last thing I wanted to see was my aunt’s house engulfed in flames. But a part of me was hoping it wasn’t as bad as Harper was making it sound. Maybe there was a little wire short somewhere and a few flames were blowing out a window, making it look bad?

  It was possible, right? Right?

  Clay stood and, with my hand firmly held in his, led me to his truck. Once he opened the door for me, he circled around to the driver’s side. We buckled in. And off we went.

  The drive was excruciating.

  Never in the history of the universe did fifteen minutes take so fucking long. Making it worse, the big black column of smoke, visible from miles away, pretty much snuffed out my hopes that Harper was exaggerating.

  When we reached the driveway and I saw all the trucks and flashing lights, I knew it was worse than I had hoped. Clay cut off the engine and grabbed my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll help.”

  “There’s probably insuranc
e.” I prayed. “It isn’t like I’ve lost everything.” I swallowed hard as I stared out the windshield. Something huge was stuck in my throat. Had I swallowed a boulder? “But…” A sob shook my whole body. “I feel like I’ve lost it all.”

  Clay pulled me into his arms. “I know.” His heartbeat was a steady thump-wump in my ear. Soothing me as tears flowed down my cheeks.

  This sucked! What happened? A few hours ago, everything was okay. We’d finished working for the day, as usual. The boys left. I went to the fair, assuming the house and all my aunt’s belongings would be there when I returned.

  And then…?

  “I can buy new stuff. But it won’t be the same. Everything my aunt owned was in that house,” I said as I clung to Clay. “Now it’s all gone.”

  “But the memories aren’t lost. She’s still here.” He pointed at my head and heart. “And here. Nothing can take those away from you.”

  He was right. All I’d lost were things. Precious things that stirred memories. But only things.

  The memories were all still there.

  And so was Clay.

  More than ever I was grateful to have him here, by my side. He jerked his head toward the windshield. “Here comes Harper.”

  “She needs a place to stay.”

  “She’ll stay with us.”

  Harper’s face appeared in the passenger-side window. Mike was behind her. “I can’t believe this,” she said when I opened the window. “Mike and I went for a walk, and as we were coming back, we heard something. A sound. Some kind of explosion, I think. Suddenly flames were shooting out the windows. I’m so sorry, Morgan.”

  I nodded and tugged on the door handle to open it for her. Damn thing wouldn’t open. I gave Clay a help-me look then grumbled, “Harper, climb in. We’re going to be staying with Clay.”

  “Sure.” She swung around and planted a big kiss on Mike, which made me feel even worse. I didn’t know if I had the energy to tackle the Mike thing tonight. I just wanted to get back to Clay’s nice, quiet house and sleep. For maybe a week or two.

  Clay opened the passenger door from the outside. “Do you want to get out or go back to my place?” he asked me.

  I glanced at the massive inferno behind him and my stomach did a flip-flop. “No, I’ve seen enough.”

  He nodded and closed the door. To Harper, he said, “If I give you an address, can you drive?