Hard & Lethal: A Bad Boy Romance

by Jade Allen

  In less than five minutes, it was over; all four men were sprawled in various positions on the floor, nursing varying degrees of injury.

  The woman sighed exasperatedly as she leaned down to check on Jason. He popped open one swollen eye and grinned; or at least he tried to grin; it came off as a grimace.

  “Are you alright?” she asked worriedly biting her lips as she stared down at him in concern.

  Unbidden, Jason’s gaze fastened on her plump, ruby lips as she worried at them with her teeth and he felt his dick twitch again in his pants with interest. The last thing he needed right now was to be attracted to a woman—any woman. Angrily, he pulled his arm from her grasp and sat up to glare at her.

  “I’ll live,” he said with unintended abruptness. “Just need a minute to move my ass,” he added crudely just because her Southern-lady appearance riled him. No tumble in the hay for this missus; plus, her touch seemed to affect him more than he liked to admit.

  The woman glared down at him, “That’s good to hear. Well if you can ‘move your ass’ before the cops get here, that will be great.”

  Jason bit the inside of his cheek to hold in his shout of laughter. He rose to his feet and staggered out of the dive, not waiting to see if she followed and not bothering to tell her that no cop touched this place with a ten-foot pole.

  Once outside, he turned around; the woman was right behind him, her green eyes glittering with an angry light as she miraculously produced his cowboy hat, then without so much as a goodbye, she swanned off, her nose in the air.

  ****

  What the hell! Not even a thank you?

  “Hey,” Jason shouted, running after the woman. He caught up to her almost immediately, but he felt a little woozy by the time he grabbed the incredibly soft skin of her arm. “Won’t you at least tell me your name?” he panted.

  He worriedly listened to his own breathing; he never panted.

  “What difference does my name make?”

  Jason rolled his eyes; talk about ingratitude. The woman had it in spades!

  “No difference. Just humor me!”

  She let out a put-upon sigh that made Jason grind his teeth. Then she said, “Leila Wright.”

  “Not Queen Elizabeth? You sure?” he sneered.

  She glared at him then turned and stomped off once more in the direction of a nearby hotel.

  “Okay Leila, I shouldn’t have made that sarcastic remark—”

  “You shouldn’t have,” she cut in.

  “I probably came across as a jerk—”

  “You did!” she interrupted once more.

  They had reached the hotel, but she kept right on walking without even looking at him.

  “I just want to understand why you were in that dive!” he persisted. “I mean, you’re all dolled up like a lady—”

  “None of your business!” she snapped, finally turning to glare at him fully as she collected her key from the receptionist and then she marched towards the elevator.

  Jason’s breath caught in his throat; the woman was a not just a looker, she was incredibly hot!

  He watched her leave, her hips swaying under the tight material of her sheath dress. His dick stirred again in his pants; Gawd help him. She wasn’t even his type. He liked tall skinny blondes; she was fleshy and voluptuous, with curves that could tempt a monk. Heck, he was as good as a monk these days, but her hips were driving him nuts.

  He followed to her to the elevator banks, his eyes boring into hers. She had the most amazing pair of green eyes.

  Leila hid her confusion beneath a frown. She had expected him to flee right after saving her; he hadn’t. Then she had thought when he got a gander of her under the bright lights of the hotel he would leave, but here he was. What did he want?

  She didn’t realize she had asked the question aloud until he said, “Well a thank you would be great. I mean, I did save your ass in there.”

  She gaped at him, just as the elevator arrived. Then she flounced in, her cheeks dark with anger. He had followed her all this way for an appreciation? Well what had she expected? He was tall, sinewy, athletic, cultured and movie-star handsome with his sexily tousled salt-and-pepper hair and his bright blue eyes that made her think of the ocean. Of course, he wanted nothing from her but a thank you; only men like Slick seemed to find her attractive these days!

  “Thank you! There! You can toddle off now to join your friends in the bar,” she spat.

  He just threw her an amused look and joined her in the elevator. Then he invaded her personal space, walking closer and closer towards her until her back was pressed against the wall of the elevator and her breasts were thrust forward so high towards him they actually pressed against the hard wall of his chest.

  She glared at him, “Well? What are you doing?”

  She absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that her voice had been little more than a squeak.

  “How about you thank me with a kiss, Sweetheart? I’m Jason by the way. Jason Fielding.”

  His blue eyes traced the soft curve of her lips which were presently gaping open like a little goldfish. Her soft cheeks were dark with embarrassed color and her cleavage continued to heave invitingly at him. His bulge pressed insistently against her as he let her feel what she did to him. But he waited to see if she would give him the go-ahead; he had never pressed his attentions on an unwilling woman in all his thirty years of sojourn on earth and he certainly wasn’t about to start now, tempted as he was.

  “If you’ve followed me up here angling for sex, I must warn you, my husband is waiting in our suite,” Leila lied breathlessly, her green eyes wide in her suddenly pale face.

  Jason stared at her, wondering why she would lie. Was she afraid of him? He knew she was also attracted to him, he could see it in her eyes and he hadn’t wanted a single woman since Fiona; almost a year ago. Perhaps he had come on too strong.

  Slowly, he eased his body away from hers, watching intensely as the fear in her eyes receded. Then a little devil jumped onto his shoulder and he teasingly rubbed the flat pad of his thumb against her lower lip, his blood exalting in his veins at her indrawn gasp of air. Her lips were even softer than he had imagined and he almost lost his restraint. He rubbed some more and her tongue flicked out helplessly to lick his thumb, her eyes locked on his as she silently begged him to kiss her.

  With the last of his strength, he pulled away from her and leaned on the other side of the elevator, his gaze holding hers. The bell chimed just then and he exited before her, heading straight for the room right next to hers. He staggered a little as he went and a frown of concern marred Leila’s brow as she watched him.

  Her concern immediately evaporated as he winked at her and said with a sexy grin, “Well, if you grow tired of your husband, you know where to find me, honey.”

  The inflection he put on ‘husband’ told her he knew she had been lying but had still respected her choice. Leila relaxed a little as she watched him open his door; he was a gentleman, she decided.

  He shoved the door, stepped inside and promptly collapsed, his long legs sprawling half-way out of the doorway.

  Leila stared, her mind working in circles. She could not scream; she had never been the screaming type. She rushed towards the big man who had helped her escape Slick and saw that he was out cold. It was only then she noticed the egg-size bump on his head. He probably had a concussion.

  She looked around wildly, she would never be able to lift him!

  As though on cue, the elevator bell dinged and two porters stepped off.

  Leila rushed towards them, “Please, please help. My...husband fainted in our doorway.”

  “We have a doctor in residence. We’ll get him,” one of them said immediately.

  “We probably shouldn’t move him,” the other one echoed kneeling down to check for a pulse.

  An elderly man appeared almost immediately, right on the heels of the other porter. He checked Jason, did some poking and listening she didn’t understand.


  Then he looked up with a relieved sigh and said, “He took a nasty blow to the head. Nothing he can’t sleep off, ma’am. But you should probably have some aspirin on hand because he’s going to have a devil of a headache when he wakes.”

  Leila nodded, her eyes wide with relief. He was going to be okay. As annoying as he was, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to the handsome cowboy. She had seen him earlier at the rodeo and had been impressed at how he seemed to move as one with his horse. The man was a natural and a fine cowboy, in more ways than one.

  Her thoughts snapped back to the present as the three men hefted Jason to an upright position and proceeded to drag him towards the room. She ran inside ahead of them and pulled down the covers.

  Then they lowered him gently onto the bed and all three of them stepped back, panting heavily. Then the doctor motioned for her to undress Jason. With shaking hands, she did as she was told, trying not to gasp when she peeled off his shirt and revealed a hard, masculine chest. This man could easily grace magazine covers or win Cosmo’s hottest bachelor of the year. She absolutely refused to touch his pants!

  “Thank you all so much. I don’t know what I would have done!”

  They all grinned at her.

  Then the doctor bent a stern eye on her and said, “I would advise you let him sleep before you return to your...normal activities.”

  His knowing look confused Leila until her eyes alighted on a pair of feathered handcuffs and a whip lying on the drawer beside the bed. Her cheeks heated even as the two porters wore identical smirks on their faces. Lordy! What they must think of her and Jason!

  She didn’t thank them again as she hustled them out the door and shut it in their faces.

  ****

  Jason didn’t wake up until sometime around three a.m. and even then, he couldn’t tell what woke him up. He dimly remembered soft hands stroking his brow and forcing some pills down his throat with a cool glass of water; he looked around and saw her curled up on the far side of the bed.

  His vision blurred as he stared at her and he blinked. Fiona?

  He must have made some sort of sound because she startled and turned to look at him. He thought she murmured something, but he couldn’t tell what. Her soft palm felt his forehead for a fever and then she nodded approvingly, as she leaned down to whisper something in his ear.

  Her sweet, feminine scent of jasmine hit his nose and he moaned, low and long as he buried his nose in her hair. His hands clutched her hair and he pulled her closer as he sought her lips with his. The smooth silk of her nightgown brushed tantalizingly against his chest and he groaned.

  She gasped and pushed weakly against his chest even as her mouth opened under the gentle onslaught of his.

  Jason groaned in her ear; Leila frowned. She thought she had heard him say something like ‘Fiona’ but in the next breath, his lips trailed to her neck and she forgot her misgivings. Her hands wound about his neck as he tumbled her onto her back on the bed.

  She gasped and he immediately plunged his tongue into her mouth, assaulting her senses with his tender kisses. Leila’s hands wound about his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand urgently trailed down the smooth material of her silk nightgown, driving her wild as he shaped her figure with his hands.

  Impatience quickened his fingers and Leila gasped. The small sound penetrated the haze of drug and alcohol and he lifted his head to stare blearily at her.

  “Relax,” he ordered hoarsely. “It will just be like before.”

  Before? Leila wondered dazedly.

  His hands squeezed the plump, ripe fullness of her breasts and he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth through the material of her night gown. All rational thought fled. His other hand raised her nightgown, revealing her sweet pussy covered by a small thatch of hair.

  A groan of purely masculine triumph escaped his lips as he immediately rubbed the pad of his thumb against her sensitive nub. Leila moaned, unused to such sensations as she leaned harder against his fingers.

  “Like it, huh?” Jason growled in her ear, enjoying her soft wetness even as his tongue and teeth continued to feast on her nipple.

  Leila was moaning disjointedly now, unable to make sense of the sensations he was awakening in her as she spread her legs wider for him. He tried to insert one finger into her entrance, but she was so tight, he couldn’t. He looked down in surprise; when had Fiona gotten so fucking tight?

  Lust roared in his veins as he rubbed repeatedly at her entrance and she whimpered and opened wider for him. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled his hard, thrusting dick out of his pants and positioned the wet, glistening, velvety tip at her entrance, rubbing and rubbing as he mingled his juices with hers.

  Slowly, he began to enter her, instinctively trapping her upper body under the strength of his to still her movement. He buried his face in her neck, groaning as her unconscious movements created delicious undulations that pushed him deeper and deeper until he was sheathed in her to the hilt.

  All thoughts fled as his hips began to rock back and forth in a mating dance as old as man himself. Leila clung to his hard, powerful shoulders, moaning his name repeatedly as he fucked her hard.

  He was huge, filling her so completely that she could feel him in every inch of her pussy, including her G-spot. His masculine scent assailed her senses, driving her wild even as his arms wrapped possessively around her like steel bands. Leila moaned and gasped, her hands twining about his neck as she offered him her body.

  “Baby,” Jason moaned in her ear, “You’re so fucking tight, it’s incredible. I love your pussy!”

  His words shoved her even closer to the edge of fulfilment and before she knew it, she was gasping and clenching and unclenching around his thick, hard length.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned helplessly as he fucked her harder and drove her ruthlessly over the edge.

  When she had drifted slowly back to Earth, his white teeth gleamed in the dark as he said, “My turn.”

  Then he began to pick up speed, fucking her at an increased tempo that amazingly awakened the flush of desire in her again. He thrusted his member higher and deeper repeatedly until she was gasping and groaning against his throat.

  Jason could not believe the sensations and sheer pleasure coursing through him as he made love to the soft, welcoming woman in his arms. He lifted onto his arms, his hips driving harder and faster as he rode furiously towards orgasm.

  She clung to him, matching his rhythm instinctively, until, with a mighty groan, he threw back his head and poured his hot seed straight into her pussy. The sensation of his hot release pouring into her was so erotic that she came apart in his arms again, her pussy spewing juices to mingle with his deep inside of her.

  Within seconds, Jason was asleep, his eyes shutting as he drifted off into dreamland. His left hand was flung possessively around her waist. Leila’s green eyes caressed his face as he slept and then her eyes widened with alarm as she realized one irrefutable truth; she loved him.

  She was so shocked by the realization that she sat up immediately. It could only be a temporary aberration. How could she love a man she had only met that night?

  But even as she tried to deny it, her entire being absorbed the knowledge that she had well and truly fallen for the silent, chivalrous cowboy; she wouldn’t have slept with him otherwise. He had never seemed put off by her weight; he made her feel sexy with the way his eyes roved lustily over her generous curves; and yet he was such a perfect gentleman that she could never pick offense at his obvious interest.

  She leaned down and kissed his brow, giggling at how boyish he looked in his sleep as she caressed his forehead lovingly.

  Her tender smile slowly faded away and then died completely as Jason shifted in his sleep and murmured one name:

  “Fiona.”

  ****

  Jason came awake slowly. He took stock as he did so, noting that his tongue felt cottony in his mouth and his head pounded. He looked around the room, his ey
es alighting on a packet of aspirin and glass of water on the bedside table. He grimaced. No wonder he couldn’t remember half of what had happened last night; he had mixed aspirin with booze. He searched the recesses of his memory, trying to remember how he had gotten into bed; all he could recall was a bar-room brawl and a lady bending over him and later shoving his hat into his hands. He frowned as he tried to remember something else about how he had ended up in his own bed, but nothing came to mind.

  He sat up gingerly, his eyes squinting against the bright daylight sun streaming through the windows. He slowly rose to his feet, his body weaving in place as he dragged himself to the bathroom.

  The cold shower pelted down onto his head and shoulders and Jason arched beneath the fine spray, feeling his energy return. His stomach growled the minute he got out of the shower and he ruefully tugged on a fresh set of clothes. Thank heavens I don’t have any rodeo activities scheduled for today, he thought. His blue eyes alighted on his rumpled bed; he had never been a quiet sleeper, he was always tossing and turning.

  With a shrug, he headed out of the room and strode downstairs to the restaurant for a meal. A quick glance at his watch confirmed that he was still within the breakfast hour. He quickly ordered a meal of toast, scrambled eggs and coffee and drummed his fingers impatiently as the waiter hurriedly put his order together.

  The meal arrived with gratifying speed and Jason dug in immediately. He sighed with satisfaction as he took his first sip of hot coffee, feeling the warmth spread through his body even as the perfect taste made his taste buds weep with joy.

  He slowed as he started on the last bit of toast, feeling eyes on him. He looked up in confusion and met a pair of green eyes glaring at him from across the room. A flash of recognition hit him in the belly and he grinned; she was the woman from the Bar H.

  Jason raised his coffee cup towards her in a mock toast and then gaped as he saw her face turn an interesting shade of red right before she literally swelled to the size of a beach ball from sheer indignation.