Bad Boy's Bridesmaid (35 page)

For as often as
I fought him and chastised him and dealt with his every terrible scandal, Jack
was just what I needed after avoiding everything romance, everything sexual,
everything
pleasurable
since losing a man I thought would help me begin
the life I planned.

Jack would give
me nothing, but he could show me what I had missed. Just once, I wanted that
freedom, that
irresponsibility
, that danger of giving a part of me to a
man I knew wouldn’t cherish it.

And I didn’t
care because
I
knew what I’d get out of it. I’d have a night to help me
forget a man who already forgot me. I’d receive hours of pleasure and a moment
to experience the excitement of spending the night with a man who had a reputation
so depraved it’d make a girl like me horrified.

Jack’s hands
were huge. So was his body. His shoulders. His chest. His legs.

The part of him
dragging against my leg as he teased my nipples with a knowing tongue.

“Just this once,
Jack,” I said. “Just
once
.”

“Once?” He
grinned, tugging on my nipple until it popped from his mouth. “Kiss, you’re
gonna want it more than once tonight.”

“T—tonight?”

He moved lower,
kissing a trail over my tummy, my belly button, and finally to the little bow
on the front of my panties. He gripped that in his teeth, threatening so much
more to the delicate slit beneath.

“Kiss, if you
think I won’t fuck you all night, you haven’t been paying attention to all
those scandals you cover up.”

“And now I get
to become one.”

“You’re no
scandal.” The panties slipped over my hips. His breath caught as the hint of my
slit peeked between my legs. “I’ll never apologize for what I’m about to do to
you.”

I would. I’d be
sorry for it later. For now, I wouldn’t regret a second while his breath
tickled hot against my legs. He kissed my thighs and spread me open. I
trembled. Jack stared at a part of me I once vowed he would never, ever see,
touch, taste, or take.

He broke that
vow in one swipe of his tongue against my slit, tickling my clit, tasting my
slickness, and then completely imbedding within my tight pussy.

“Oh, my God,
Jack!”

I gripped his
shoulders, fearing I’d rip the shirt from his chest. His lips sealed around me,
nibbling and feasting, and I collapsed against the leather as his prodded touch
drew more desperation from my voice.

Shivers upon
shivers.

I arched,
offering more to him. Jack grinned, his lips wet with my own desire.

“Kiss, you’re
sweeter than chocolate.”

I should’ve been
embarrassed.
Mortified
. Fighting my need to wrestle my panties from his
hands and cover the parts of me that should’ve been hidden from a playboy,
trouble-maker like him.

Instead I
offered myself, gasping his name and begging to feel more of his wide tongue
spreading my slit and tempting the silken wetness within.

And Jack knew
exactly how to play me. He wasn’t just a skilled athlete; he was a sinful
lover. He knew how to make me groan, when to tease my gasp, and what little
trick of his tongue would whisper an undignified plea for more of his
attention. No woman was safe in his arms. He left no innocence unconquered.

His pants
unzipped. A thrill tickled through me. He didn’t leave the pulsing slit between
my legs, still feasting, licking, driving my body to the absolute peak.

But Jack needed
his own relief. I drove him insane with a lick of my pussy, so much that he had
to pump himself as he gobbled me whole. My eyes fluttered closed, but I tried
to stare, to see just what made Jack Carson so goddamned arrogant.

He wasn’t cocky.

He was all cock.

A pulsing,
thickening, insanely large cock.

Even with his
quarterback hands, he couldn’t hold the entire length in his fist. The head of
that delicious looking weapon glistened with pre-cum, hardened with desire, and
throbbed with the tease of my pussy so near his body.

Jack growled
against my petals. The hum of his words and the heat of his breath melded into
an absolute warning against the threat of what he wanted to do.

Why didn’t I
heed that warning?

I should’ve
pushed him away, gathered my things, and scampered off to safety like the good
little girl that I was.

I meant to
refuse the man who prayed on innocence, stole inhibitions, and corrupted the
virtuous into crazed vixens.

Instead I came.

My body arched
in a ripple of cascading agony, a perfect pain that exploded, sizzled, and rent
through my every muscle. It punished me for surrendering and prepared me for
what else I’d give up in exchange for the moment my breath whispered his name
and my fingers gripped his hardened shoulders.

Jack didn’t let
me breathe. He forced himself up, cast off his shirt, and kicked his pants low
enough to free the entirety of his monster cock and heavy balls from the
material. He tugged a packet from his pocket and ripped through the foil with a
growl. His cock twitched in need.

I didn’t have
the strength to consider how quickly, how dangerously he moved. He sheathed his
cock in protection and moved over me for a kiss, letting me taste how much I
had desired his lips on my other delicate places. Jack shifted my legs and coiled
me around him.

He was so big.
Too big. Huge.

I stared at him
with wide-eyes and found my voice in a soft admission.

“I…haven’t done
this in a while.”

Jack laughed.
“Can’t say the same, but I’ve never left a girl unsatisfied.”

“Yeah, but with
a cock like that…do you leave any alive?”

“Alive,
satisfied, and spent from orgasm after orgasm.”

“Promise?”

Jack grinned.
“Trust me?”

“Absolutely
not.”

“And that’s why
you’re still a good girl.”

He spread my
legs and fell over me, his weight supported by a thick arm bulging with muscle
and tensed with a need to take and rut and seize me.

I leaned up to
kiss him, sucking along his lip, baiting him with my tongue. Jack growled. The
head of his cock pressed against my slit.

And that was the
moment my phone rang.

“Let it go—”
Jack pulled away as I twisted, lunging for my phone. “Kiss, what are you doing?
Get that perfect ass back on the couch.”

“It’s Jolene.” I
recognized the ringtone, more obtrusive than ever. I wiggled away from Jack
only to plop off the couch on my apparently perfect butt. “It could be about
that journalist.”

“Fuck that
sleezeball.”

“I’m afraid he’s
going to fuck you.”

“At least
someone will.”

I answered the
call, realizing all too late I was completely naked, slick with desire, and
sweating in anticipation. My curves were on display for Jack, and his cock
bobbed obscenely hard, waiting for me to return.

Jolene talked
fast, but I kept up, eying Jack as he was sure to get the news too. I ended the
call.

He shrugged.
“What?”

I didn’t know
how to cover my nudity, but folded arms offered me a bit of protection.

“Were you
supposed to go out with Bryon tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“He was just
arrested for sexual assault.”

I pulled my
dress from the floor and did my best to shimmy into it. Jack still had my
panties. He could keep them. A memento of the mistake that might have been.

“What do you
mean
arrested
?”

“You need new
friends, Jack,” I said. “I am so glad you weren’t out with him.”

“Wait…they’re
wrong. He wouldn’t do that.”

I arched my
eyebrow. Jack broke my gaze first. Bryon was
exactly
the type of man to
do something so heinous.

“He’s in custody
now. Jolene got a call from his agent. They want to hire us before it gets bad.
I gotta go in to work.” I held my hand out. “Panties, please.”

Jack reluctantly
handed me the crimson silk. “What about…?”

“Sorry.” I
covered my face. “Sorry, this got out of control. We never should have—”

“Yes, we should
have.”

“No, Jack. We
can’t. We just…” I wished I had a glass of water, something to ease whatever
flames burned through me. “You are
so
lucky you weren’t with him
tonight. Half of the damn offense is at the police station with him. If you had
been there…”

“I wasn’t.”

“And that’s why
we need to be careful,” I said. “This. What we’re doing? This fake relationship
is for our protection. We can’t jeopardize it. No matter what happens. We can’t
let ourselves…”

“I get it.” Jack
didn’t look like he wanted to understand. “Fine. Need a ride?”

“No, I’ll call a
taxi. I want you to stay here, okay? That journalist was bad enough. I don’t
want anyone to even start a rumor you were with Bryon.”

He tossed his
shirt over his shoulders. It couldn’t button. His cock still raged hard in his
pants. I tried not to look at what might have been.

“Thank you for
dinner,” I said. “I…uh, I won’t bill you for it.”

Jack scowled,
returning to his beer on the bar. “Bill me, Kiss. If this is our
professional
relationship now, I don’t want anything to ruin my
reputation
. At least
my credit is impeccable.”

“Jack—”

“This is how you
want it?” He held his arms out. “This is how you get it. No fooling around.
Nothing more than sheer respectability. I possess some self-restraint, but
thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did.
I’m not your type. I’m your one wild moment. The one man you could’ve looked
back on while your future husband lays over you for thirty seconds to finally
give you that baby you want so much.” He shrugged. “Fine. I’ll spare you the
guilt of having sex and using me to feel good about yourself.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m not some
mistake to be made,” he said. “If I get you, I want all of you. Not just your
curiosity. Not because I’m your one bad thing you do. I want to fuck you, and I
want you to like
it because you wanted
me
.”

I couldn’t
answer. Jack didn’t expect one.

Well I didn’t
have a choice. If I was protecting myself and my career and Jack’s reputation,
we had to be responsible.

Even if it meant
denying something we both wanted.

Even if it meant
denying each other the only thing we both needed.

Chapter Six - Jack

I kicked my ass
from one side of the field to the other and worked my muscles raw, and still I
couldn’t punish myself enough for being so fucking stupid.

I made a lot of
bad calls in my life. Yelling at the most gorgeous woman in the world seconds after
her legs wrapped around my head?

Rookie. Mistake.

What the fuck
was happening to me? God damn that woman—that beautiful, sexy, infuriating
woman. Leah was the only girl I’d ever wanted who hadn’t wanted me back.

No—she was the
only one who ever
refused
me. Even after she liquefied on my couch. She
didn’t just reject me. She denied herself.

Leah. Wanted.
Me.

She couldn’t lie
to me with my head between her legs. Her thighs had tightened over my ears, but
I didn’t have to hear her moans to sense what she craved. I tasted it. Savored
it. I was practically burned by the searing heat in that perfect pussy that
trembled so sexy against my tongue.

It wasn’t
enough. It wouldn’t be enough until I was balls deep in that woman.

If I hadn’t made
such an idiot mistake, I might’ve had her.

Didn’t matter.
She’d be mine as soon as I figured out how to make her talk to me again.
Really
talk to me. Not any of this bullshit photo-op dates. I’d win her over the only
way I knew how. Some people had a golden voice, I had a golden tongue.

But first, I had
something equally important to do. I remembered McGrin Regional Hospital’s
layout. I wished I hadn’t. Or that I hadn’t remembered all the days and nights
we spent running back and forth through the halls. The pediatric wing was the
worst, artificially colored and bright but still clinging to the scent of
antiseptic.

It was a shitty
place to grow up. It was worse when most of the kids in the beds didn’t make
it.

I didn’t stay
long. Couldn’t. Too many memories and not nearly enough reason or justification
for what had happened. I dropped the check, shook the doctor’s hand, and we
were done.

I made it to the
lobby before
she
found me.

Leah dressed for
success. She covered up everything sexy, but she didn’t need a miniskirt to
make me beg. She bit her lip. That meant she had bad news. But, hell,
everything about her was bad news anymore.

Look, but don’t
touch.

Defend, but
don’t take.

Have, but only
temporarily.

Women never used
to affect me. I just needed a quick fuck, and I’d get her out of my system. No
other woman would do. I needed her. Begging. Panting. Wanting.

“You’re a hard
man to track down, Jack,” Leah said.

Everything about
me was hard. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’d ask you the
same question.” She adjusted the strap on her laptop bag so she didn’t have to
look me in the eye. She hadn’t held my gaze since that night. “Jolene reps this
hospital. Imagine our surprise when her contact calls to tell us Jack
“Play-Maker” Carson is talking to the Chief of Pediatrics.”

“Think I was
going to ruin something?” My voice edged hard. “Cause a problem? Throw down
with a nurse in the middle of the floor?”

Leah flinched.
God, I was edgy around her. She didn’t deserve my temper, not when she was
still trying to preserve my reputation along with her job. That made her
dedicated…and an idiot. She refused to take her pleasure even when it was
thrust in front of her face.

Or between her
legs.       

She sighed.
“Jack, I’m not starting a fight—”

“I was donating
money.”

Leah’s eyes
widened like I handed
her
the fifty grand. “You’re…
donating
?
Like, charity?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded for her
to follow me. Her petite legs scampered to stay at my side.

“Why are you
donating to the pediatric ward?” she asked. “And why didn’t you say anything to
me about it?”

Because I
avoided this reaction. “What’s it matter?”

“Jack, this is a
moment we could
use
.” She followed me outside but pulled me behind a
concrete pillar before I bolted for the parking garage. Her voice hushed. “This
is something amazing I could use as a photo-op. If I could write an article and
push it to an outlet—”

“No. You’re not
doing it.”

She didn’t
understand. She wouldn’t, and I didn’t want to explain.

“Jack.”

“You’re not
making this into some goddamned PR stunt.”

“This is
good
publicity. You need some of that. It’s not like our dates have been doing
much.”

Yeah. Total
waste of time, especially if I wasn’t getting laid. “Those last three
dates
were a blast.”

She shrugged.
“I’m trying. I have social media retweeting and reposting things, and I’m
leaking pictures. It’s only been two weeks.”

“It could be two
fucking months, Kiss. Christ.” I didn’t mean to get pissed. Two weeks without a
fuck was something I hadn’t dealt with before. “Unless I’m banging two girls in
a bar bathroom, doing body shots off some co-ed with daddy issues, or getting
sucked off in my car—no one cares what the fuck I do. They want to see the
media’s version of Jack Carson. Your version. The trouble-maker.”

“I don’t think
that’s really you.”

“Yes, you do, or
you wouldn’t have stripped for me.”

“Jack—”

“We almost
fucked, Leah.”

“Yeah, well,
sorry my notch in your bedpost buffs right out.”

“Don’t apologize
to me.” I licked my lip just to watch her squirm. “You missed out on the
fucking of a lifetime. Hope you don’t lose too much sleep regretting it.”

“I take solace
in the fact that I’m saving ten bucks on a box of condoms,” she said.

“Where I come
from, the gentleman buys.” I winked. “I even get them ribbed for her pleasure.”

“Oh, remind me
to list that act of charity in your next puff piece,” Leah said. “Compassionate
Manwhore Says
You Bring The Wine, I’ll Grab The lube
.”

“Got news for
you, Kiss…you didn’t need any lube.”

She shifted,
uncomfortable and unable to deny just how wet and ready I made her. “Well…now
that you respect me that much more as your publicist, maybe you’ll be more
inclined to look favorably on our next organized outing.”

“Where?”

“The ballet.”

“Absolutely
not.”

She sighed.
“It’s a cultural event. A lot of local celebrities are going to the opening.”

“Then no one
will notice I’m not there.”

“It’s
important.”

I grunted. “It’s
not. This isn’t working, Kiss! These dates don’t do a damn thing.”

She didn’t like
the criticism. That was fine. I didn’t like blue balls.

“We did the
baseball game,” Leah said. “People liked that. We were on the jumbotron between
innings. Everyone saw the local football hero wearing a baseball jersey,
supporting the other professional teams in the city while out with his
girlfriend. That’s a good start. It’s building a narrative.”

“You didn’t even
kiss me back when the monitor drew a heart around us.”

She shrugged. “I
got nervous.”

“Bullshit,
you
organized it,” I said. “Goddamn it. I’m so hard up on you I’m trying to
score on a fucking
kiss cam
.”

“It’s not a good
idea, Jack.” She exhaled and avoided my gaze. “Especially now.”

I recognized
that tone. Learned to hate it. “What happened?”

“There’s a story
coming out tomorrow about Bryon and his arrest.”

It was a sore
spot between us. She thought he was bad news. So did I, but he was still my
best friend and threw one hell of a party.

“They let him
go,” I said. “No evidence.”

“Yeah…but it’s a
whole article about professional misbehavior and league liability.” She
frowned. “You’re their lead example.”

“Mother
fuckers.”

“I tried to contact
the writer. He won’t return my calls. We need to do something about this before
you’re labeled a sexual predator.”

“How do you know
I’m not?”

“Maybe you are.”

“Then run away
little girl. Before I finally catch you.”

She didn’t want
to play. Too bad.

“We’ve gotta
make a plan tonight, Jack. I’ll buy us a pizza if I can come over?”

“You sure you
wanna risk it? Last time you were there, you ended up naked and coming all over
my couch.”

Her voice edged,
a little kitten striking out with claws. “Yeah, I’ll try to contain myself.”

“Left a nice
little wet spot too.”

“Jack.”

“You have any
idea how sexy you are when you’re riding my tongue and getting yourself off?”

“Sexier than you
can handle.”

“Not my first
rodeo, Kiss. I’ve held you. Kissed you. Tasted you. Only one thing left to do
now. Take a guess what it is.”

She stalked
away, and I loved to see her pissed off, especially if it was the only passion
I could get from her. It felt nice to get under her lovely skin again.

“Seven tonight,
Kiss,” I warned. “Better be prepared.”

***

My pool was a
good place to relax after practice. I needed to get more reps in, and the water
comforted my bruised body. It took work to get in my shape. I built my pool
specifically to help me train once my body gave out after a day of practice and
working out. That was when I had to push it the most.

Breathe
.

My arms cut
through the water.

Stroke
.

Not even the
chill of the pool could dull the pounding in my cock. My body wasn’t
streamlined at the moment, and nothing I did would rid me of the fucking
hard-on. Seeing Leah, pissing her off, inviting her to the couch where I almost
fucked her into oblivion? It wouldn’t calm me down.

 I was
that
close.

Breathe
.

What was wrong
with me? I needed her. I wanted her.

Stroke
.

I had more
important worries than when I’d finally have her lips wrapped around my cock.
The Rivets hadn’t called my agent for contract negotiations. I expected an
extension
before
training camp started. A
good
fucking contract.
Hundred million dollars or more.

Breathe
.

They didn’t
call. No one in the organization had a goddamned thing to say about it.

For the first
time since I was drafted, I had the muzzle on and an empty bed. I was a
good
boy
, but the Rivets were still as concerned about my
behavior
as the
fucking league president. Christ only knew what Frank Bennett told them, and it
wasn’t good.

Stroke
.

If I didn’t get
signed this year, it wouldn’t just be an insult—it’d be the end of my career.
Only two years in and I was fucked beyond repair.

But If I didn’t
get laid, none of it would matter. My cock would fucking explode before I could
negotiate my signing bonus. Not sure a eunuch could make it in the league.

Breathe
.

I hit the end of
the pool and surfaced to study a pair of delicate and sleek cocoa legs slipping
beneath the ripples. Leah dropped her laptop and purse on a lounge chair, and
she wrapped her skirt a little higher on her thighs. She kicked her perfectly
painted toes in the water.

“Hey.” Her voice
was soft. She knew she got caught where she didn’t belong. “Hope you don’t mind
me crashing your pool. It’s really hot out here this evening.”

 And now the
water fucking boiled.

I shook my head,
dragging a hand through my wet hair. Leah recognized my smirk.

“Anything for my
little woman.”

“Jack.”

“Mrs. Carson.”

Leah exhaled. “I
knew this was a bad idea. I should have just called.”

“Probably.”

“I thought we
could be adults.”

I glanced at
those toned, dark legs. I didn’t let her get away. I grabbed her toes under the
water and tickled. She cracked a smile before she could scold me.

“Last time I had
you here, we did a very adult thing,” I said.

Leah cleared her
throat. She tried to stand. I didn’t let her up. Instead, I spread her legs and
moved between them. She squealed, covering the crest between her legs with a
frantic hand stuffed in her skirt. Didn’t matter to me. I remembered what was
there, how it looked, tasted, felt against my lips.