Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2)

BOOK: Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2)
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Bouncer

Bad Boys in Big Trouble 2

Fiona Roarke

DEA Agent Reece Langston has spent a year at the city’s hottest club, working his way closer to the core of a money laundering operation. Women throw themselves at him all the time, but there’s only one he’s interested in catching. And she won’t even tell him her name.

FBI Agent Jessica Hayes doesn’t know much about the sexy stranger except that he’s tall, dark and gorgeous. Best of all, he seems just as drawn to her as she is to him—in other words, he’s the perfect man to show one kick-ass virgin what sex is all about. No names, no strings and no regrets. Their one-night stand turns into two. Then a date. Then…maybe more.

Everything is going deliciously well until Jessica’s boss orders her to use her lover to further an FBI operation.

Everything is going deliciously well until Reece’s handler orders him to use his lover to get closer to his target.

Is their desire enough to match the danger and deception?

Bouncer, Bad Boys in Big Trouble 2

Nothing’s sexier than a good man gone bad boy.

Bouncer

Bad Boys in Big Trouble 2

Copyright © 2016 Fiona Roarke

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval systems—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without permission in writing from the author.

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, organizations, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Nickel Road Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-944312-02-2

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Prologue

Saturday night – Joe’s Bar

“What do you mean you’ve never had sex before?” The utter surprise in Kelli Baker’s tone was second only to the volume at which she shouted the inflammatory information.

Jessica Hayes sent her soon-to-be-
ex
-best friend a horrified look. Speechless, she promptly lowered her head in abject shame, afraid to look around and see who might have heard the notification to the world of her virginal status. The trendy upscale bar they were in was quiet enough that voices could definitely carry well outside of their private two person circle.

Knowing Kelli as she did and that her friend would continue chattering until stopped, Jessica regrouped quickly and snapped, “Could you say that a little louder? I don’t think the single desperate men of Outer Mongolia heard you.”

Kelli glanced over one shoulder quickly and promptly touched Jessica’s hand in apology. “Well, I’m sorry, but I mean, damn, girlfriend! When you said you
really
needed to get laid I didn’t realize we were talking about the premier event. I almost brought a guy with me tonight, but he had to work. So how did you make it to your advanced age without bumping uglies with a guy?”

“Four older brothers and a small Midwestern town.” Jessica took a sip of her club soda with lime and the memories of her high school years invaded her thoughts.

The high school boys of Cornelia, Missouri were all cowards. No guy would ever ask her out for fear of retribution. Her shortest brother was six foot two, damn it. A mother bear seemed neglectful in comparison to her brothers and the way they protected her from the advances of any male in a three county radius, a skill they learned well from their father.

Even now she couldn’t visit home without all the eligible bachelors between the ages of eighteen and eighty cowering away from her in fear.

“You don’t say. Sounds like the title of a bad TV movie of the week.”

“Yeah, that’s my love life—a bad TV movie of the week broadcast on cable at two in the morning. It isn’t as if I haven’t tried, you know. I got close a couple of times, but in retrospect I was far too picky.”

“Define close,” Kelli said, twirling her drink straw around the ice in the bottom of her nearly empty glass.

“My second year of college.”

“Do tell.”

“He was a sports media major. Deep voice. Sexy deep-blue eyes. He stared at me in the cafeteria for a month before finally asking me out.”

“So why didn’t you do him?”

“I tried. We went to a pledge week frat party at his fraternity house, where he managed to get rip-roaring drunk in record time. He led me, staggering all the way, to his room. We had to kick out another couple and he cleared most of the coats off the bed before feeling me up a couple times and then ejaculating on the sleeve of one unlucky guest’s Burberry jacket.”

“Eew. That’s just nasty.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to offend your delicate sensibilities. It was a frat party. Everyone knows you take your chances if you leave coats and stuff laying around in any of the bedrooms. That was karma, pure and simple.”

“So you didn’t even get anything out of the near exchange of bodily fluids?”

“Not really. I got up and left, but quite a few people saw me leave his bedroom. Frat Boy apparently thought he did the deed, so he washed his hands of me directly afterwards and considered the conquest done. On Monday he started staring at a freshman with big boobs and ignored me completely. I was so embarrassed. It took me a year and a half to get up enough nerve to try again.”

Kelli shook her head. “He’s the one who should have been embarrassed. I wish I’d been around back then to get you back up on the horse.” She took a long sip, finished her drink and gestured at the busy bartender to prepare another. “As a matter of fact, if you’d mentioned I was dealing with virgin territory tonight, I would have selected a different place. Hell, I would have hand-picked someone special to take care of you.”

The thought of Kelli explaining to
someone special
how her friend needed to be de-virginized made Jessica wish she’d ordered tequila tonight instead of club soda to numb the humiliation.

“Great. Or I could just schedule an appointment with my gynecologist and have it done surgically. Maybe she could light a candle for atmosphere.”

“No way. Don’t do that. What about all those hunky guys with guns where you work? Surely there are possibilities there, right?”

“No. I never want to date anyone from law enforcement, and especially not anyone I work with.”

“Why not?”

“Too weird to have slept with someone and then work with them, knowing what they look like naked. Besides, what if it didn’t work out? Too much drama. So no, law enforcement guys are not an option. Move on.”

“Fine. Then leave it to me. I’ll pick someone nice, someone you won’t ever see again, and most especially a guy who knows what he’s doing without any guilt-filled strings attached.”

“So a total stranger you know firsthand is sexually amazing? That man surely doesn’t exist or you’d already have him chained to your bed. I don’t need you to find anyone for me. I especially don’t want someone you’ve been with.”

“Are you sure? I know a guy or two who would volunteer in an emergency.” Kelli smiled. “This seems like an emergency to me.”

“Well, it’s not. And really? Men you’ve used up and thrown away? No, thank you very much.”

“It’s not like that. The men I have in mind didn’t work for me in other ways. Or I didn’t work for them, but we remained friends. It can be done.”

“So you say. Still, I’m not looking for a friend of yours to deflower me.”

“I would have volunteered,” said a sleazy voice from over Jessica’s shoulder. A voice that sent a shard of panic to her heart. A voice she recognized from work.

Damn it all to hell.

Jessica swiveled on her bar stool, coming face-to-face Agent Neil Wiley, resident dick and infamous idiotic office lothario. After keeping a low profile these past several months since moving here from her Midwestern hometown after FBI training, Neil—also known as the bastard of the second floor—had just learned her deepest secret.

Jessica tried not to gnash her teeth in frustration. Given Neil’s proclivity to gossip, she knew by Monday morning the entire FBI building would be apprised of her limited sexual expertise. Or worse, he’d hound her about it privately until she shot out his kneecaps in annoyance. Then again, the paperwork involved in firing her service weapon might just be worth it in this case.

She shouldn’t care about Neil, but it was hard enough to make friends, especially male friends, in a new city without having a cloud of virginity smack dab over her head.

“As a matter of fact, I’ll volunteer right now. Want to go to your place or mine so I can pop your cherry, Agent Hayes?” he asked and bit into a green olive from his martini.

Chapter One

Well after midnight on a lonely street

Reece Langston fell in love with her delicious heart-shaped ass first, because that was the first part he saw. The goddess was bent over rummaging around the open trunk of her car, which sported a flat tire, muttering curses as clanking ensued.

“…stupid frickin’…ah ha! There you are!”

When she straightened and emerged clutching a tire iron in one fisted hand, he got his first look at the angelic face that went with that lovely derriere. She simply took his breath away. She was a blonde. He loved blondes. Her hair fell to her shoulders in waves. She was tall, but not overly so. She had long shapely legs attached to that gorgeous butt, and he easily pictured them wrapped around his naked, sweaty waist as he thrust endlessly…
Calm down
, he told himself.

A ferocious urge stirred in his loins, the likes of which made him look down at his own crotch in wonder. He waited, almost expecting to see his cock burst through the zipper of his jeans to take a closer look at the delectable instigator of the rampant excitement pervading the space below his belt.

It had been so long.

Reece glanced back up in time to see her squat beside the rear passenger-side tire, thrusting her ass out in his direction again. The slacks she wore hugged her lower half nicely. He had to close his eyes because the visual overwhelmed him, and wondered how best to convince the angel before him they were destined to be together.

Tonight. Now. Was her back seat big enough for the both of them?

Another glance at his mystery future lover as she applied the tire iron to the unseen jack under her car made him smile. He thought of an opening line to break the ice.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he told her in an overloud tone. She startled, almost lost her balance, and shot him an evil glare over one slim shoulder. He cursed his long deprived reptilian libido, realizing it was foolish to sneak up on a woman fixing a flat tire at night on a deserted street. He was lucky she hadn’t just shot him through the heart, or worse, whipped out her pepper spray keychain to blind him. He’d volunteer to be gut shot before ever being sprayed with that evil shit again.

“Oh, am I?” Her belligerent tone was not a surprise. No gun came forth to add meaning to her justified attitude. Reece was glad she wasn’t a frail little flower.

He nodded, shaping an innocent smile on his lips. “I’m afraid so.”

She stood and put one hand on her hip. “I know you don’t know this about me, since we’re strangers and all, but I’ve changed a flat tire before, so you can run along.” She glanced back to her task, muttering, “I’m not
either
doing it wrong.”

He tilted his head to one side and smiled at her frustrated expression. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the light pole behind him and prepared to watch the show.

Her narrowed gaze pierced his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to watch and learn, oh great experienced tire changer.”

“Why? Need some pointers?” One beautiful brow lifted in challenge.

He laughed. “No. I want to watch and see how you loosen the lug nuts on that flat tire once your car is jacked up all the way in the air. So please, do carry on.” He gestured for her to continue.

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