Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3)

by J. P. Comeau

  “Love you, too.”

  And after I dried my face off, I made my way for the door with part of myself, hoping that Clint might be behind it.

  Even though I knew damn good and well that he wasn’t.

  14

  Clint

  I lifted my fist to knock before placing it back down at my side. I turned to walk back down the hallway, but it felt as if a wall were holding me back. I peered over my shoulder as I looked back at the door, feeling like some geeky idiot at my senior prom who couldn’t knock on his date’s door.

  “Come on, you’re better than this. Just knock on the damn door,” I murmured.

  I drew in a deep breath and let my chest expand. I rolled my shoulders back, trying to force my confidence to trickle all the way down to my toes. It was just Roxy. It wasn’t as if I was going to see the President of the United States. And besides, shaking that man’s hand hadn’t been nearly as nerve-wracking.

  It’s just a girl, Clint. Get it together.

  “She’ll open if you knock,” I whispered.

  I turned back toward the door and raised my fist, but I couldn't get it to settle against the door. I’d made it all the way here, so why the hell couldn't I finish the job? What did I think was going to happen? Surely, she wouldn’t slap me. We both enjoyed what happened in that safe. She couldn't deny it, and neither could I.

  “Just do it, you coward,” I grumbled.

  Then, I finally knocked against her door.

  I stood there, waiting for her to answer, but I didn’t hear anything on the other side. So, I raised my fist and knocked again. I knew she had to be here. Her car was in the parking garage downstairs. Then again, she could’ve taken a cab anywhere.

  What if she’s with someone else right now?

  What if she’s trying to erase your memory with someone else?

  What if she really did hate it, and she decides to tank my business?

  I knocked one more time for good measure, and finally, I heard footsteps on the other side.

  I expected her to call out and ask who it was. I expected her to crack the door and peek out, like any normal woman who lived alone in Vegas might have. But, instead, the door ripped open, and there she stood. Clad in nothing but a long t-shirt, some socks to keep her feet warm, and her damp hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was a vision of beauty. The sexiest little thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Her skin looked smooth to the touch as if it were freshly shaved. She smelled of lilacs and lavender as if she’d just bathed.

  Her hair is wet, you idiot. Of course, she just showered.

  “Clint,” she said breathlessly.

  I blinked. “Roxy.”

  She didn’t move to let me in her place, so I took a step toward her. And like the wonderful girl she was, she took a step back. She matched me, movement for movement until I stood just inside her apartment. She relinquished the door, and I closed it behind me, my eyes never leaving hers. They sparkled with shock and curiosity. Her eyes danced between mine as if she were waiting to see what I would do next.

  When I reached out to cup her cheeks, I pulled her face to mine, crashing our lips together.

  When she groaned down the back of my throat, my cock came alive. I felt it pressing against my pants as her tongue fell against my own, with the rest of her body following in suit. She gripped my tie and wrapped her fist in it, pulling me closer as my hands explored her body. They raced down her curves, gripping her waist and massaging her hips as I backed her further into her place.

  I didn’t stop moving until the two of us tumbled over the back of the couch.

  “Oh, Clint,” she whispered.

  My lips slid down her neck. I pinned her to the cushions as her legs spread effortlessly for me. I felt her womanly heat beating against my clothed cock, teasing it and taunting it. Wanting me to set it free. Her movements against my body intoxicated me. It forecasted what was to come as I kissed down the valley of her breasts.

  When my lips fell against the neck of her shirt, I gripped the fabric.

  “Off. Now,” I growled.

  The two of us scrambled to get up, and clothes went flying. I slipped her shirt over her head while her hands loosened my tie. Fabric fell to the floor as we stumbled into her bedroom, her hands sliding against every inch of my muscles. Fucking hell, her hands were soft. Warm. Inviting, and alluring, all at the same time. I gripped her bare ass cheeks the second I was naked and hoisted her against me, feeling her wet heat sliding against my skin. Her hands raked through my hair. My knee touched down against her mattress.

  And as we fell to the sheets together, I felt my dick leaking with need for her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

  I laid her on her back and splayed her wet hair out onto the pillow. I pulled myself back, allowing a moment to gaze into her sex-hazed eyes. She was a vision. An angel sent from heaven to quell the devil inside me. I wasn’t deserving of such a woman. I wasn’t deserving of such beauty beneath me. Not after the things I’d done. Not after the things I’d seen. Not after the things I’d been privy to.

  And yet, here she was.

  “Clint?” she asked.

  I felt her hand cup my cheek, and it pulled me from my trance.

  “You’re beautiful, you know that?” I asked.

  She blushed. “If I’m beautiful, then there isn’t a word in the English language that describes you.”

  I growled as my lips fell back against hers, needing to taste her again. And when her legs parted, I felt my cock fall between her soft thighs. Her pussy lips wrapped around my girth as she rocked her body, slicking my pulsing veins with her juices. Oh, how wet she was for me. Oh, how her scent called to me. My mouth watered as I kissed down her cheek. Along her jawline. Down her pulse point. What I wouldn't have given to taste her once more.

  But, when my tip settled at her entrance, my head started spinning with other needs.

  Other thoughts.

  Other desires.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  I kissed her breast. “Then, just say the word.”

  I lifted my head to gaze into her eyes once more, watching them flutter open. And when her gaze held my stare, she nodded.

  “Fill me, Clint. Do it.”

  In one fell thrust, I slid against her walls. I felt her trembling beneath me as moans and groans escaped from between those pillowy lips she had. I fisted the bedsheets, growling as our hips quickly seated themselves together. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her legs locked around my waist. I felt her entire body open itself up to me before clinging to me for dear life. As if she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  I sure as hell don’t want to be anywhere else.

  “Move. Clint, do something. Please.”

  I nuzzled my nose against hers. “Be patient for me, sweet girl.”

  She whimpered. “Daddy, please.”

  I grinned. “Well, if you insist, princess.”

  I pulled back and slammed deep within her, watching as her back arched. I dropped my lips to her nipples, licking and sucking. Feeling her quaking as her walls caved around me. I did it again. And again. Picking up the pace as her juices dripped down my shaft. I wanted to be coated with her. I wanted to reek of her scent before I left. I wanted her to always remember me. Remember us. Remember this moment.

  “Oh, fuck. Clint!”

  I grunted. “That’s it, Roxy. Come on. Squeeze that cock. Squeeze what’s yours.”

  “Mine. You’re mine. Clint, holy fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  My lips fell to her ear. “And you’re mine, Roxy. Always.”

  The moment swept me away as her headboard bashed against the wall. I heard her neighbors yelling at us and cursing our existence, but it only spurred me on. Her curves jumped for my viewing pleasure. I slid her leg over my shoulder, opening her up for the rest of me to sink inside. I felt my balls pulling up with her walls fluttering wildly around me, her jaw unhinging with silent pleasure. Her nails raked agains
t my skin, marking me as I wanted to mark her. And as my hips began to shutter, her back finally arched.

  “Yes! I’m coming! Clint, oh my god!”

  And with her sounds, I unraveled against her.

  I captured her lips, swallowing her sounds as my cock poured into her warmth. With every jump of my dick, spurts of arousal shot from its tip, coating her in my mark. I peeled her arms from around my neck. I pinned her wrists above her head. I rutted against her, allowing her pussy to suck out every ounce I had to give her as my balls grew empty. The room spun around me. I felt weightless for the first time in my life. I’d heard men talk about this feeling, about orgasming so hard with a woman and being so lost in her that it toppled their world. But, I’d never experienced it myself.

  Until now.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  Roxy giggled. “Come here, big boy.”

  I collapsed against her, blanketing her body with my own. She wrapped her arms around me as her legs went limp at my sides, my cock still sheathed within her warmth. I buried my face into the crook of her neck. I kissed her pulse point, feeling it escalate with every touch of my lips. And for some reason, I liked that sensation.

  No.

  I loved that sensation.

  “So,” Roxy said breathlessly, “how are things?”

  I chuckled. “Hey there.”

  She kissed the shell of my ear. “I take it something is on your mind?”

  I pressed myself up. “Actually, there is.”

  “I figured as much.”

  I grinned. “What gave it away?”

  “Mmmm, I think it was the suit. You were wearing one of your power suits.”

  I snickered. “You’re cheeky, you know that?”

  She squeezed my cock with her pussy. “And you know you like it.”

  I grunted at the sensation before I forced myself out from between her legs. As much as it killed me to move.

  “I actually came over to ask you something, Roxy.”

  “Oh?”

  I slid off to the side. “I was wondering if you’d like to start hanging out outside of work, or something like that.”

  She turned to face me. “Hanging out?”

  I propped my head up. “You know, going to get lunch sometime. Or going to see a movie. Getting together and bitching about clients. You know, the usual.”

  She smiled. “The usual. Got it.”

  “I mean, if you can handle that kind of ‘professional, but also kind of not’ relationship.”

  “Right, right. If I can handle it. Got it.”

  “What?”

  “I mean, can you handle it?”

  I furrowed my brow. “Why is there an issue with me handling it?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Dudes fuck shit up, too. Maybe you can’t handle it.”

  “Oh, trust me. I can handle it.”

  “So, if you can handle it and I can handle it, then why don’t we go ahead and get it handled.”

  I blinked. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

  She giggled. “It’s not a ‘no.’”

  I narrowed my eyes playfully. “You’re one strange little woman, you know that?”

  She bopped my nose with her fingertip. “And you like it, don’t even try to deny.”

  “Maybe a smidge.”

  “Oh, yeah. Because this was totally a smidge.”

  I chuckled. “So, us then. Hanging out when we’re not at work.”

  “Mhm.”

  “Sounds kind of nice.”

  “It does, with one condition, though.”

  I paused. “What’s that?”

  “I want to start over.”

  I blinked. “Start over what?”

  She smiled. “I want to start over with us. I want to become friends with you. I want to get to know you, not just your body. I want to hold off on jumping each other’s bones for a little while so we can actually have conversations.”

  “Isn’t that the fun stuff, though?”

  “It is, yes. But, it’s been a while since I’ve had anything like this with someone, and I’d like to do it right. Especially given our working relationship. I’d hate to fuck things up, and then have to find another job because we can’t work together anymore. Please, Clint? Do this for me?”

  “So, what you’re saying is you don’t just want it to be sex.”

  She nodded. “Right.”

  I shrugged. “Well, neither do I.”

  “Wait, really?”

  “Really, really. So, if going along with this means we both get something a bit more than sex, then I’m down. I’ll wait.”

  Shock rolled behind her eyes. “Not gonna lie, I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this.”

  I winked. “Then, I guess you have more to learn about me than you thought.”

  She sat up. “Want me to order some pizza, and we can chat for a while?”

  “Can we do it naked?”

  “Clint.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. But, I’m ordering the pizza, and I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

  She slid out of bed. “I eat pepperoni and mushroom with onions and spinach.”

  I nodded mindlessly, my eyes watching her sauntering naked body.

  “Mhm. Whatever you want,” I murmured.

  15

  Roxy

  One Month Later

  “Well, what does it say?” Kelly asked.

  “You know damn good and well what it says. Look at her face!” Karina exclaimed.

  Kelly held out her hand. “Give it to me. Let me see it.”

  Karina rubbed my back. “What can we do? What do you need?”

  I felt my entire world come to a careening halt as I stared down at that little stick. I gripped it so tightly in my hand I thought I’d break it. But, my sister slipped it from my grasp before the plastic had a chance to crack. I turned around quickly and headed back into the bathroom. There were two more tests in that box I bought, so maybe this first one was defective.

  It had to be defective.

  There’s no way in hell I’m pregnant.

  Karina sighed. “Roxy, what are you doing?”

  I closed my bathroom door. “Taking the other two tests. Hold on.”

  Kelly knocked on the door. “But, you just peed.”

  I sighed. “I peed into a cup, you ninnies! Give me a second.”

  I ripped open the other two sticks and jammed them into the glass cup. I paced around in the bathroom with my hands clasped behind my back, hoping and praying these tests gave me the answer I needed. I mean, yes, I forgot to update my Nexplanon implant. Yes, I missed the doctor’s appointment due to a lunch date with Clint. But, a two-day delay in changing out that implant couldn't possibly mean this. Clint and I hadn’t been together in over a month! And I sure as hell hadn’t been with anyone else.

  A knock came at the door. “It’s been three minutes.”

  Kelly’s voice gave me pause, and I whipped around to stare at the cup on the counter. The door opened, and I heard my two best friends pad into the bathroom. But, I couldn't reach out for the cup. Dread filled my gut. I felt my knees growing weak. So, Karina did the honors for me.

  She took out both of the sticks and shook them off in the sink.

  “Oh, boy,” she murmured.

  I swallowed hard. “Oh, no.”

  Kelly took my hand. “That doesn’t sound good, Karina. What is it?”

  Karina looked up at me. “They’re both positive, Roxy.”

  Tears rushed my eyes as Kelly squeezed my hand. I felt myself teetering before something clattered to the floor. I felt a grip on my upper arms before my legs started moving as if they were possessed. And when I felt my ass touch down against the edge of my mattress, tears fell down my cheeks.

  “Do you know who the father is?” Kelly asked softly.

  I slowly looked over at her. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

  Karina rubbed my back. “Go easy on us, now. You know your history.�
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  I whipped my head around. “Fuck both of you for thinking I don’t know who the damn father is.”

  Kelly rubbed my thigh. “Then, are you comfortable telling us who it is?”

  I closed my eyes. “Both of you have to swear you won’t tell a soul. And I mean, both of you.”

  Silence fell across the room before I opened my eyes.

  “I’m not hearing anyone swear anything,” I said flatly.

  Karina nodded. “Of course, I promise.”

  Kelly kissed my cheek. “You have my word, sis.”

  I drew in a deep breath. “Clint.”

  Kelly blinked. “What about Clint?”

  Karina scoffed. “Stop it, Kelly.”

  I looked between the both of them as their eyes slowly widened. Then, Kelly gasped.

  “Holy shit, Clint’s the father.”

  I snickered. “There’s the lightbulb.”

  Karina shook her head. “When in the world did this happen? How did we not know about any of this?”

  I sighed. “Not like the three of us have been very close lately. The two of you have your lives, and you don’t give a shit about your single friends.”

  Kelly clicked her tongue. “That’s not true.”

  I peered over at her. “When’s the last time you and I had ‘just a sister’ outing. You and me, without your man checking in or tagging along or calling you in the middle of our date. When did that last happen?”

  And when she didn’t give me an answer, I stood to my feet.

  “My God, what am I going to do?” I whispered.

  “You have to tell him,” Karina said.

  Kelly stood to her feet with me. “At some point in time, you do have to tell him. He has a right to know.”

  I turned to face them. “Yes, but I tell him. Which means the two of you keep your lips shut.”

  Karina nodded. “They’re sealed.”

  “Neither of you can tell your men, either. Because you know they’ll blab one hundred percent to Clint.”

  Kelly raked her hand through her hair. “Did you forget your implant or something? Don’t you have that arm thing?”

  My head fell back. “I forgot about the doctor’s appointment. But, I rescheduled it for two days later, so I figured I was fine.”