Jerk: A Bad Boy Romance (15 page)

What the hell? What made him think he could do this to me?

I shoved him, but he didn’t budge. I tried to break the kiss by turning my head away but he followed, tongue plunging in and out of my mouth, hungrily taking.

Bastard!

Anger seethed through me. I hooked my fingers and raked them down his arms, but that did nothing. I tried to knee him in the crotch but he slammed his body against mine, smashing me between the wall and him.

I was trapped.

A whimper bubbled in my throat. I jerked my head to the other side, briefly breaking the kiss. “Please, stop.”

“Aw, don’t you beg so pretty.” The hand holding my breast plunged under my shirt. “That’s it, baby. Play hard to get. I love that game.”

“I’m not playing!” I wiggled and writhed, but he wedged his leg between mine. With my every movement, I felt his erection growing bigger, harder.

Sick bastard! He liked this.

I clawed at him, his body, his face. But he caught my hands and slammed them above my head, grumbling, “Slut.”

I pulled, twisting my arms, but his hold was too strong, too tight. My stomach turned as I realized he had me completely overpowered. He was so fucking strong!

He gathered my wrists in one hand and grabbed the front of my top with the other and yanked, tearing the neckline to reveal my bra. “Now, you’re fucking making me crazy. Look at those tits. Do you want it right here? Is that what you want?”

“No!”

He grabbed my chin. “Your pretty little mouth says no, but your body says yes.”

He was wrong. There wasn’t a single part of my body that was saying yes to this.

“Stop!” I yelled.

He clapped his hand over my mouth and angled close. “Don’t raise your fucking voice, or you’ll get us both arrested.” Then he slowly lifted his hand. “You don’t want to spend the rest of the summer in jail, do you?” He shoved his hand down my pants and pawed at my pussy.

Bullshit! I was about to be raped. If I caught someone’s attention, I wouldn’t be arrested.

“Help!” I screamed. 

He slammed his mouth over mine, muffling the sound. While I gagged on his hand, the fingers of his other hand worked their way into my slit.

Oh god! I had to stop this.

I screamed again. Tears flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. I bucked against his bulk, desperate to break free. Disgust sent bile surging up my throat.

This wasn’t sexy! It was terrifying.

And horrible.

And, oh God, why wouldn’t he stop?

Suddenly my would-be rapist flew backward. Losing his support, my weight shifted. I tumbled forward, his hands taking me with him. My wrists broke free as the world around me rocked. My knees slammed the pavement and the air left my lungs in a gust as pain flamed up my legs. I curled my body into a ball.

What was happening? Was he about to beat me?

As the wave of agony peaked and gradually eased, I became aware of the sounds.

Men’s voices. Yelling.

The bang of metal striking metal.

Dull thuds. Feet scuffling.

“Fucking bastard! I’ll kill you.”

I knew that voice, didn’t I?

“She ain’t yours, Walker. So back off!”

Yes, yes I did. It was Clay.

Blinking back tears, I rolled onto all fours and crawled away from the brawling duo.

“I told you and your crew to keep your fucking hands off her.”

“I don’t have to listen to you.”

When I was fairly certain I was out of the way, I sat upright, finding two figures next to the trash cans. Both large. Both strong. They were lunging at each other. Arms swinging.

“You do have to listen if you want to keep your fucking job,” Clay growled.

I dragged my hand across my eyes to try to clear them better. They were fighting. Clay and Will.

Over me?

Over me!

“So you’re gonna fire me for dipping my dick into the same whore you had? What the fuck, man?” Will scoffed.

Whore? Me? Now I was ready to kick his ass myself!

Clay’s face morphed into a scarlet mask of fury. “She’s no whore!”

“She is. They all are. You said so yourself.” Seeing his hat, which had been knocked off his head, Will sauntered over to it and bent to scoop it up.

Mistake. Stupid mistake.

“Not fucking Morgan! No!” Clay took full advantage of the moment, launching his body at Will. They both tumbled to the ground, Will landing on his stomach, beneath an out-of-control Clay. When Clay grabbed a handful of Will’s wavy sun-bleached hair I was actually a little scared for him, despite the whore remark.

Without thinking, I pushed to my feet and charged toward them. “Stop  it!” I screamed.

Clay was bent over Will, smacking Will’s head into the pavement. I grabbed at his arms but I couldn’t hold on. That little bit of fear blossomed into full-blown terror. I couldn’t see Will’s face, but the concrete was spattered with scarlet. Who could survive having his face pounded into concrete? Nobody! I couldn’t stand by and watch anyone get beat to death.

I hooked my arm around his and held on for dear life screaming, “Clay, stop! Stop!”

Ohmygod! He won’t stop. He’s going to beat Will to death.

“Clay!” I screamed.

If he kills Will, he’ll go to prison. His life will be ruined. He has to stop!

“Clay, you fucking bastard, stop it now!” I pounded on his back. I yanked on his hair. I clawed at his arms.

Finally he stopped.

Was it too late?

Everything went silent. My heart thumped in my ears. My breath sawed in and out of my lungs. I tugged on his arm, pulling him off Will.

Will was sprawled next to the trash can, bloody, unconscious.

Oh God, it was.

Too late.

T
ime stood still.

Clay stared into my eyes. His face was deep plum. Yet his expression was totally unreadable.

“Clay, what have you done?” I whispered, my stomach doing flips inside my body. I felt sick. This was so wrong.

So terrifying.

So overwhelming.

I was frozen. Shocked. Locked in a straight jacket of confusion.

Will needed help. Now. And yet I was terrified to make a move. I didn’t want Clay to get in trouble for what he’d done. After all, he’d done it for me, to protect me.

“He had no fucking right to touch you,” Clay spat between gritted teeth.

“You’re right. He didn’t.” I couldn’t disagree with that statement. Will had crossed the line. By a mile. But this... I wouldn’t wish that kind of beating on my worst enemy. “I mean, look what you did!” I stabbed a finger at Will’s still, lifeless form.

“Yes I did that! I beat his ass. And I’d do it again. I’d kill the fucker if I had to.”

“No, Clay.” Finally breaking free from the grip of my shock, I pushed past him, one hand grappling for my phone, lost somewhere in my purse. “This wasn’t the way to handle it.” Was Will dead? I prayed he wasn’t! Gently, I moved his head.

“Get the fuck away from him!” Clay looped an arm around my waist and swung me away before I could check for a pulse.

“Clay, what are you doing?” I yelled as I kicked my legs and flung my arms. “Let me go. I need to see if he’s alive—“

“I don’t give a shit if he’s alive.” He hauled me several feet away before setting me back on my feet. Looming over me, he said in a cold, clipped voice, “That bastard touched you.” His gaze dropped to my torn top. “He deserved it.” He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged out of it, and handed it to me. Underneath he had on a tank, the bandages gone, revealing the red scar on his shoulder.“Here.”

“Thanks.” I stuffed my arms into the sleeves and quickly buttoned the front. It was nice that Clay cared. Really nice. But what was with all the fury? Where did that come from? I’d never seen anything so brutal. “No, Clay. He didn’t deserve to be beat to death. He deserved to be
arrested
.” I tried once again to check Will but Clay dragged me away from him once again. “Dammit! Stop that.” For a guy who’d been shot recently, he was strong!

“He knew the consequences. I warned them all before they went back to work. They knew what would happen if any of them touched you.”

Okay, so he wasn’t going to let me touch Will directly. I could still help him. I dug in my purse for my phone. “What are you talking about?” There. At the bottom. I yanked my phone out and poked 9-1-1.

“You’re mine.”

“What?” I snapped just as the dispatcher answered my call.

“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” the dispatcher repeated.

“There’s an unconscious man in the fairgrounds. Behind the pizzeria booth,” I babbled, my mind totally focused on what Clay had said, not on what I was saying. Or the dispatcher.

“You’re mine,” Clay yanked on my elbow, dragging me farther away from Will.

“Stop it!” I yelled.

The dispatcher said something.

“I won’t stop it!” Clay shouted as he continued to pull me. “You have no idea how fucking dangerous that asshole—all of those assholes are!”

Dangerous? What was he talking about? Sure, Will had been way pushy. Hell, he’d practically raped me, right there, in the middle of the fair. But why was Clay practically calling him a murderer? If anyone deserved to be labeled that, it would be Clay right now.  “What are you talking about?”

“They’re working for half the going hourly rate. Why do you think that is?” he asked, circling around me so his bulk was between me and the still very unconscious and nonthreatening Will.

“I don’t know.” One hand gripping my phone, I threw my arms in the air. I was so fucking confused. What was he trying to say? What the hell was going on? “I didn’t realize they were working for cheap. To me the employee cost was way too high.”

The dispatcher said something again, but with Clay’s face in mine, I couldn’t concentrate. I hoped help was on the way because I was doing nothing to help anyone at this point.

“The cost isn’t high when you consider the number of men you have working the ranch.”

“So what?” I tried to skirt around him but he stepped in my way, blocking my path. “Would you get the hell out of my way?”

“He’s a fucking convict!”

Convict?

My heart slid to my toes.

“What?” I stammered.

Clay stabbed an index finger at Will. “They’re all convicts. Out on work-release programs.”

“Will?”

“Yeah.”

“Mike, too?” If so, Harper and I were going to have a face-to-face pronto!

“Yeah, Mike too. The whole fucking crew. It was my idea. And my responsibility. That’s why I didn’t want them working for you without me.”

Still frozen in place, I looked down at the subject of our discussion, who was now semi-awake and moving. Alive. Breathing. At least Clay wouldn’t be going to prison for murder. “What did he do?”

“I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I reviewed his file.” Following the direction of my gaze, Clay looked over his shoulder. “Cops are on the way, you bastard. You’re going back to prison.”

“To hell with that.” His face swollen and already horrifically bruised, Will struggled to his feet.

Clay lunged at him. “Don’t make me kick your ass again.”

This time Will deflected the blow with an arm. “Fuck that! I can’t go back to prison.”

Despite me holding onto his right arm and using all my weight to try to pull him back, Clay stomped up to Will, stopping when they were chest-to-chest. “You should’ve thought of that before you tried to rape my woman.”

My woman?

“Nobody told me she was
yours
.”

“I told all of you assholes to keep your hands to your fucking self.” Clay smacked Will’s chest. “That includes you.”

“I didn’t know, man.” Will lifted his hands, surrendering. “Look, I didn’t hurt her. And I promise I won’t lay a finger on her again, not one. How about you let me go this time?” His wide, pleading eyes found mine. “What do you say, boss?”

Shit, did he have to drag me into this? I didn’t know what to do. He’d practically raped me. In fact, he would have if it hadn’t been for Clay.

He’d torn my clothes. He’d shoved his hands down my pants and treated me like a piece of meat. Did that deserve imprisonment?

And another thing, if he attacked another woman, would I be responsible if I let him walk?

I couldn’t take that chance.

I glanced at Clay and nodded. “Okay, stop him. But please don’t hurt him anymore.”

Moving with unbelievable speed, Clay sprung on Will, knocking him to the ground, and holding him there with a knee on the center of his back until help arrived.

“You fucking asshole!” Will yelled. “I’ll get you back for this.” He tried to swing at Clay but he couldn’t. Not when he was flat on his belly on the sidewalk.

I turned my attention to the dispatcher, still talking in the phone. “I’m here. I’m okay. A friend is holding the man down, on the ground. He...” I swallowed. “The man attacked me. He tried to rape me.”

“Hold on. Help is almost there.”

***

A
n hour later we were finally free to leave. By then I was totally exhausted. I’d had to tell at least a half-dozen different police officers what had happened between me and Will and Will and Clay. At one point, I wondered if Clay might be hauled off to jail too. After all, he’d beaten Will up pretty bad. Will was taken to the hospital to be checked out... in handcuffs. Chances were, he wouldn’t be back to work on the ranch any time soon.

Now that we’d both been thoroughly interrogated, we stared at each other and released a deep sigh.

After all the chaos, the blinking lights, the questions, the whispering onlookers, it was so quiet now. Thanks to the quiet, what had happened was starting to sink in. Like, really sink in.

I’d almost been raped. By one of my own employees.

Clay stopped him.

Clay helped me.

Again.

“I didn’t have a chance to say this earlier, but thank you.”

Rubbing his shoulder, Clay gave me a lopsided smile. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear those words come out of your mouth.”

And I’d never expected to hear him say I was
his
. Not after the conversation we’d had at his house.

“Are you okay? You’re rubbing your shoulder.”