Bad Boy Billionaire: F#cking Jerk 3

by Tawny Taylor

“Babe.” He sandwiched my face between his hands. “You’re crazy. But brilliant. I love you.”

  My heart launched out of my chest and soared to the stars. “Does that mean you’ll do it? You’ll help me?”

  “You bet I will. Now, let’s get going. We have a lot of work to do. I have your aunt’s safe from the farmhouse. I’m sure you’ll want to see what’s in it.”

  I looped an arm around his neck and shook my head. “That can wait… until you finish what you started here.” I cupped the bulge in his pants and waggled my brows.

  I’d never felt comfortable going through another person’s stuff. It didn’t matter that my aunt was dead. There wasn’t any way I could insult her by combing through her personal papers. Not to mention she’d left all this stuff to me. Technically, that made it mine.

  Still…there was something about reading personal letters belonging to someone else that felt wrong.

  I didn’t want to do this. But it was necessary. I had to go through this stuff, see what was worth keeping and what should be tossed. Clay had told me everything had been scorched beyond saving. Everything except the safe and what was in it. The safe had been fireproof. Although the outside was covered in ash, the stack of papers inside was perfectly preserved.

  This was all I had. All that had been spared. I hoped Aunt Sandee had thought to put some photos and other mementos in there for safekeeping.

  I started with the biggest envelope. It wasn’t thick, just large. I flipped up the flap and slid the papers out. They were some kind of legal document, printed on an attorney’s letterhead but not James Hardin’s.

  My eye caught on the first line: My Last Will and Testament.

  Wait? There was another will?

  I flipped to the last page to see when it had been dated. August, 2001. That was several years before the final one. Okay. She’d changed it. Interesting. I turned back to the beginning, wondering what was different.

  Roughly fifteen minutes later I sat there, stunned, the old will scattered on the floor. Turned out a lot had changed. This will was nothing like the later version. There was no residency requirement for me to earn my inheritance. And my share was substantial. But the majority of the property, including the ranch itself, had been left to Clay.

  Why Clay?

  And why had she changed it?

  Hoping to find a copy of the more recent will, I sifted through the safe’s contents until I found a second large envelope. Sure enough, it was the current will. I pulled it out and read it front-to-back. One thing struck me, something I hadn’t noticed before because I’d been too focused on the terms of my inheritance.

  The new will was dated two days before my aunt’s death. Two. Days.

  What had made her decide to change it? Clay had to know something. I packed both copies back into their envelopes and headed to the barn, where Clay was working.

  Immediately his gaze caught mine as I stepped into the cool, shaded interior. “The horses are all in their makeshift stalls. It isn’t ideal, but it’ll be good enough until we can get the rest of the barn rebuilt.” He glanced at the envelopes in my hands. “What’s that?”

  “The wills. There were copies in the safe.”

  He nodded. “Wills.”

  “Yes.” I lifted the earlier document. “My aunt made some big changes. Right before she died. Do you know why?”

  He nodded again.

  “Will you tell me?”

  He reached his hand out, asking for mine. I accepted, allowing him to lead me outside the barn. We sat on a stack of straw bales waiting to be stored. “Sandee came to me just after you left the last time you’d visited and told me she’d written me into her will, giving me this property and some money to keep it going. I asked her why she didn’t leave it to you, and she said it was because you weren’t happy here and wouldn’t want the responsibility of a failing ranch. She had always treated me well, knew about my struggles with my father, and my hopes to someday have a ranch of my own and she saw it as her chance to make someone’s dreams come true.”

  I could totally see her wanting to help Clay. That was my aunt Sandee. Always offering a hand up to anyone who needed it. “Did she really think I hated it here?”

  Clay arched a brow. “You didn’t hate it?”

  “Okay, maybe I did hate some parts. I was young. And I wasn’t used to the hard work. I mean, it is hard work. I wanted to do what all my friends were during summer vacation. Hang out. Spend all day at the beach. Go to Cedar Point and ride rollercoasters until I threw up. I didn’t want to spend all twelve weeks out here, working.”

  He acknowledged my honest answer with a nod. “Later, after I’d successfully turned my father’s ranch around, she hired me to help her with the Silver Sage. I could see she was getting weaker. After watching my father die, I recognized the signs. By then I’d already reached my dream. I couldn’t stomach the thought of taking this property, not if there was a chance you might want it. So I asked her to change the will. At first she refused, saying there was no chance you would want to make Dawson your home. But eventually she agreed and the new will was drafted, with that caveat, allowing you to walk away if you wanted.”

  “So it was you? Your idea?”

  “Do you hate me now?” He chuckled nervously. “Or should I say do you hate me again?”

  “No.” I picked up his hand and placed it in my lap, weaving my fingers between his. “I’ve hated you long enough.” Our gazes met and a wave of emotion crashed through me. “Besides, why should I hate you? It’s because of you that I’m here now. In this wonderful town.” I swung an arm, like one of those models on the old game shows my aunt used to watch. “Living the dream.”

  Clay’s scowl was totally adorable. “You’re teasing.”

  “Maybe a little. Dawson isn’t exactly my dream town.”

  “I doubt it’s anyone’s dream town.” He cupped my chin and searched my eyes. “But anywhere you are is my dream town.”

  My heart swelled so big it almost cracked my ribs. Clay’s love for me was so plain in his eyes. Anyone would see it. From a mile away.

  How could I have been so blind?

  All this time Clay had been helping me. Always thinking of me, coming to my defense, protecting me, and looking for a way to solve my problems. What a fool I’d been, misreading any of his actions, assuming the worst and treating him so badly.

  “I’m sorry,” I confessed. “When I first got here, I treated you horribly.”

  His thumb grazed my lower lip. “I wasn’t an angel either. We were both hurt and taking out our pain on each other.”

  “It’s a wonder we got past that,” I whispered on a shudder. Little currents of electricity were buzzing through me, igniting mini-blazes everywhere.

  No man had ever made me feel this way. He didn’t just care about me. He breathed every breath for me. He didn’t just think about me. His every thought was for me. I was the luckiest girl in the world. And if it took me my entire life, I would let him know how much I appreciated him.

  “It is. A miracle. Which is why…” He slipped off the straw bale, settling on one knee. His gaze locked on mine and all I could do was stare into those beautiful eyes and cry. “I can’t live another day without knowing you are mine. Mine to love. To protect. To cherish. Marry me.”

  I couldn’t see him; my eyes were so full of tears. I blinked, fat droplets plopping on my legs. Clay’s love had been steadfast through everything. All my doubts and fears and anger. Was there any reason to think he would stop loving me? Absolutely not. He put me first. Always. Before himself. What more could I ask of any man? “Yes,” I said. “I would be proud to be your wife. Yours. Forever.”

  He gave a loud whoop, leapt to his feet and scooped me into his arms, smashing his mouth on mine.

  Immediately the world started spinning. Was that because of the kiss? Or was he twirling us around in a circle? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I loved Clay Walker and he loved me. And now that he’d taugh
t me how to trust, how to love, nothing would get between us again.

  I must have done something right in a previous life. Because I’d somehow earned the love of the most wonderful, loyal, loving man on earth. And I knew he would do anything for me.

  He would move mountains. He would take a bullet. He would dive into an inferno.

  He would even run a ranch that was manned by a bunch of giggling, cellphone toting, selfie-snapping teenage girls who couldn’t tell the difference between a cow and a sow.

  Now, that was true love.

  The End

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  I am so effing dead.

  Mom just got married, and now I have to live with my new billionaire stepbrother, Kent Payne. I should be happy, right? We aren’t surviving on noodles and rice anymore. And at first I am. But things change. Quickly. It’s him. Kent Payne. He is exactly what his name implies--a pain in the ass. Sure, he’s gorgeous, and rich, and built like a god. But he’s also a controlling, irritating, womanizing pain in the butt.

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  SAMPLE

  Our gazes tangled.

  The air squeezed out of my lungs. I couldn’t inhale.

  His gaze flicked to my mouth, and my heart did a somersault in my chest.

  Was he going to kiss me?

  He couldn’t!

  He Shouldn’t!

  Oh God.

  A breeze carried the smell of flowers and man to my nose. A lock of hair fluttered across my face. I reached up to capture it but he lifted a hand and smoothed it back, behind my ear. “You look like your mother,” he said, his voice very low.

  Was that meant to be a compliment?

  “You look like your father,” I told him with my heart in my throat. He was still staring at my mouth, this beautiful, mysterious man. It was wrong, so so wrong, but I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to find out what it would be like to be kissed by a man who knew how to kiss. I wanted to be touched by a man who knew how to touch a woman.

  He didn’t move, just remained fixed in place as if he was trying to decide whether he would kiss me or not.

  And so I leaned in and pressed my mouth to his.

  His lips were firm at first, unwelcoming. But I knew he wanted me. I didn’t back off. I arched my back so my breasts barely brushed against his chest and moved my mouth slowly, softly over his.

  The smoldering kiss continued for a million racing heartbeats, maybe more. I completely lost track of time, of space, of everything. Until there was a deep rumble, like thunder.

  And then lightning struck. Somewhere out there. In the distance.

  And also between Kent and me.

  Kent grabbed my shoulders, pulled until my torso was flush with his. His mouth claimed mine. It was the kiss I’d been waiting for my entire life. It was soft and rough, thrilling and scary. It was a question and an answer.

  It was a conquering.

  And I surrendered.

  I was his. His to claim. His to touch. His to take.

  My body molded to his. My mouth opened. His tongue swept inside, and I savored his intoxicating, sweet flavor.

  Heavy need pounded between my legs. I writhed. I whimpered. I welcomed his invasion.

  I felt him shifting beside me and then he was above me, and I was angling back, my shoulders supported by a strong, thick arm. My head rested on the seat and he climbed over me, breaking the kiss.

  I pulled in a gasp. My head was spinning. All I saw was Kent, his face…and the desire burning in his eyes.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered as he kissed me again. His kiss was tender. It was thorough. It was oh, so, good and yet not enough. The burning between my legs was becoming unbearable.

  “Please,” I begged, arching my back so my breasts brushed against his chest. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the delicious pleasure pulsing through me. He couldn’t stop now.

  “Shayne,” he murmured, cupping my cheek. His thumb traced my lower lip and I quivered from head to toe. Did he know what his touches did to me? What his kisses did? I was so hot I felt like I would combust. And the burning was the worst down there, between my legs. I wanted it to stop...and I didn’t.

  My hips rocked back and forth, back and forth. The friction against my center felt so good but even that wasn’t enough. I wanted to tear my clothes away, to feel his skin gliding over mine. To feel his wet, warm mouth on my nipple.

  “Your mother is trusting me to protect you,” he said, voice husky. Even as he said those words, his hand slid down, fingertip tracing a line along the pounding pulse in my throat. The gentle touch made me whimper.

  More, I needed more.

  As if he could read my thoughts, his fingertip ventured lower, along my collarbone, lower, angling toward my ample cleavage.

  Yes, oh yes. Keep going. He had to keep going.

  “But you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t stop wanting you.”

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  It was supposed to be fun, the vacation of a lifetime. A dream vacation in Europe. Seven days of exploring Spain’s lush countryside with my bestie, Sidonie. Seven nights of romance with a billionaire in the market for a trophy wife—with Sid acting as full-time escort to keep me safe, of course. All arranged by an elite matchmaking service that catered to lonely billionaires. What could go wrong?

  Nothing. Or so I thought.

  I was dead wrong.

  Sidonie mysteriously fell ill they day I was scheduled to leave and had to be replaced by a strange woman I didn’t trust or like.

  And those days of exploring Spain?

  Spent locked in a room.

  I wasn’t on vacation.

  I’d been sold.

  To the highest bidder.

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  SAMPLE

  I backed away from him, one step, two. “Please. I’m a virgin. And I want—need--to stay that way. I promised my parents, I promised myself, I wouldn’t have sex until I was married. Please don’t take that away from me, my right to make a choice.”

  Staring at me with obsidian eyes, cold and hard, he shook his head. “Your pleas land on deaf ears, esclavo. I could care less what you want. I only care that I’ve paid good money for you and I intend to get what I paid for.”

  My head spun. I staggered back another step. Was he suggesting…the agency, FI, knew what would happen to me? Did they know before I even left the US? “You paid money? To fuck me?”

  “I paid money to do whatever I like to you. For one week. And we’re wasting time.”

  I wrapped my arms around myself. My head spun. Thoughts whipped through it, jumbled. “How much money? Maybe I can return your money?”

  One brow quirked. “Do you have two million dollars, esclavo? You said you had nothing.”

  I gasped. Then, because for some reason the oxygen I’d gulped didn’t make it to my lungs, I gasped a second time. “Two million? Two million U.S. dollars?” My legs wobbled. “Two million?”

  “Two million.” Once again, he closed the distance between us. “
So you see, esclavo, I will get whatever I want. I’ve paid a great price for the right.”

  “But…but…I’m not for sale!”

  “You were.” He prowled closer, evil smile in place, eyes glittering. “And I was the highest bidder.”

  This couldn’t be happening. Had Sid’s boss sold me like a common whore? Sid couldn’t have known! My stomach convulsed, and I fell to my knees. I heaved but nothing came up.

  Something hard and tight clamped around my arm and within a split second I was pulled across the room. With every inch I was dragged my terror swelled. And so did my fury. I fought. I kicked. I writhed and screamed until I was breathless and heaving and trembling all over. Stopping in front of the big wooden X bolted to the back wall, he hauled me to my feet then jerked one of my arms up.

  Oh God. If he tied me up I wouldn’t be able to fight. He would be able to do anything he wanted to me. Anything at all.

  Sid was a zillion miles away.

  And Tonya…? Where the fuck was she?

  Shit, I was alone. There was no one here to help me. He could kill me.

  I fought even harder. I fought with everything I had. My rage pummeled my system, and I used it to drive me to keep fighting, even when he had one wrist bound. I swung with the other one and kicked with both feet until he’d secured both wrists and ankles in cuffs.

  I’d fought. I’d lost.

  But I wasn’t giving up.

  I was chained to a big x, my back facing my captor. But I was still a virgin. And I was still alive. For now.

  But for how much longer?

  My muscles were so tense they cramped. My nerves were jangling so badly I shook from head to toe. My senses were hyper-alert. I heard him moving behind me. I felt the slightest gust of air when he came closer. His cologne filled my nostrils.

  His heat burned my back, even though I was still wearing my clothes.

  The hairs on my nape stood on end.

  “I enjoy your fire, esclavo. Now, let me see if you enjoy mine.”

  What did that mean?

  My insides twisted.

  Heat gushed to my core.

  What the fuck?