Spectacular Rascal: A Sexy Flirty Dirty Standalone Romance (30 page)

But that’s okay.

There are other ways of showing humans how you feel, and as soon as the new baby comes, I will welcome it to our pack with my softest kisses. And we will all live very happily ever after.

I just know it.

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The Moment I Knew

Ezra

It’s late, after midnight, and my room is dark like the inside of a tomb. Dark like a night without stars, like a cave where nothing human has ever set foot, just the way I like it.

But even though I can’t see a damned thing and I’m half asleep and my head is pounding, I know the second the door snicks shut—snuffing out the brief flash of light from the hallway—that it’s her.

Before I smell her perfume, before she calls my name in a shattered whisper, I know it’s Jenny. And I know I’m not going to be able to say no. No matter what she wants, what she needs, tonight I’m going to give it to her.

Tonight I am weak.

“Are you awake?” she asks, her voice thick, sad.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Can we talk?” She sniffs. “Or maybe…not talk? I just don’t want to be alone, Ezra. I can’t. Not tonight.”

I draw back the covers. “Come here. Lie down with me.”

In a heartbeat, she’s beside me in bed, curling against my side, her hand slipping beneath my tee shirt to rest on my stomach.

That’s all it takes, one touch and I’m hard, aching. But I’ve spent most of the past few weeks hard for her, wanting her, dreaming about all the ways I want to take her even though I know it’s wrong. It’s so fucking wrong, but as I roll on top of her and capture her lips with mine, nothing has ever felt so right.

We kiss, slow and deep, like we have all the time in the world though we both know we don’t. Our lives are crumbling. Everything is going to shit and it’s only a matter of time before fate tears us apart, but at this moment, it doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters except finally getting as close as we need to be.

I take off her clothes, slowly, deliberately, pressing kisses to each newly exposed plane of skin like a benediction. She is beautiful, sacred. I don’t believe in God anymore, but as I slide Jenny’s panties down her thighs and kiss her where she’s salty and wet—for me, only for me, she whispers again as I fuck her with my tongue—I realize that there are still holy things left in the world.

There is her body unraveling beneath my mouth, her voice calling my name as she comes, her legs wrapping around my waist as I position myself and glide inside her, finding hope, finding home.

And for the first time, it’s more than sex, more than fucking. For the first time, I am lost and found, shattered and made whole, destroyed and born again in the circle of her arms.

And that’s when I know that I’m ruined.

I never realized that love and ruin had so much in common. But as I fall through the darkness, stripped bare and defenseless, with nothing but the girl I love to keep me from crumbling to pieces, I realize that, for me, love and ruin might as well be the same thing.

I love this girl, but she will destroy me and I will destroy her right back.

Before we began, it was already over.

All over but for the fall.

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Acknowledgements

Big thanks to the many creative and talented authors whose books inspire me to play and try new things. Things like breaking the fourth wall, writing a chapter from a Chihuahua’s point of view, and hiding a little something special here in the Acknowledgements. And even more thanks to the readers who devour every word—even the dedication and acks—this one is for you.

From the text archives of

Sebastian “Bash” Prince and Shane Willoughby

Bash: Hey gorgeous, just checking in to make sure you’ll be at poker night tomorrow. I have a proposition I want to run by you while I’m taking your money…

Shane: Hmm…

Well, you know I love poker night, but that sounds a little ominous…

Bash: Nah, not ominous.

Portentous, maybe.

Or delicious.

Or some other word that ends in “shus” that means fun, sexy things. I think you’re going to love what I have in mind!

Shane: Oh God…

You aren’t going to ask me to have a ménage with you and Penny are you?

Bash: Fuck no!

Jesus!

No!

I’m a one-woman man. And Penny would cut my dick off if she even thought that I was
thinking
about
thinking about something like that.

Which I never would.

EVER.

Shane: Oh, good. So glad to hear that!

I mean, Penny’s a hottie, but you’re not really my type, pumpkin ;).

Bash: Ha ha.

Christ, you actually made me blush.

I can’t remember the last time I blushed.

Penny just asked me why I’m all pink and now she’s laughing her ass off. She wanted to be the one to reach out to you about this, but I said I could handle it.

Thanks for proving me wrong, Willoughby.

Shane: My pleasure!

So what are you reaching out about? Now I’m really intrigued…

Bash: You’re a mess is what you are.

And that’s why you’re perfect for this job. I’m in need of a Gorgeous Mess…

Shane: A Gorgeous Mess…

Bash: Yes, a Gorgeous Mess, capable of taking a misunderstood man in desperate need of an image makeover and transforming him into a media darling. All while scaring off the ex-girlfriend determined to ruin his good name and maybe faking a pregnancy if things get really dire. But that’s only if stage one doesn’t go as planned.

Shane: Faking a pregnancy? What the heck are you…

Oh, no.

No, way.

You’re not saying you want me to…

Bash: Work for me? Yes! Yes, I am.

I have a Magnificent Bastard and a Spectacular Rascal, but I don’t have a Gorgeous Mess, Shane. In fact, I don’t have a single woman on the intervention side of things in the event that a male client approaches me in desperate need of our particular brand of assistance.

Shane: Oh my God. I don’t know whether to be flattered or horrified.

Bash: Be intrigued! And excited! You’ll be wonderful.

Shane: But I already have a job!

Bash: Not a full time job. You said yourself that your aunt’s charity practically runs itself.

Shane: Sometimes, it does, but sometimes I’m very busy raising funds and throwing benefits and changing lives.

Bash: Which is what you’ll be doing for me! You’ll be changing lives—or at least one man’s life. The guy really needs your help.

He’s like a big, sad puppy. A big, sad, sexy puppy.

(Penny told me to add the sexy part so you would know that spending a few weeks making out with the dude won’t be any hardship on your part. And it’ll put a cool ten grand in your pocket! You can’t beat that.)

Shane: I don’t need ten grand, Bash. You know my aunt left me a very *ehem*
comfortable
inheritance.

Bash: So give the ten grand to charity!

It’s the work that counts, doll. The good work for a deserving soul who has the right to go about his business without having his good name ruined by a spiteful nightmare of a person who thinks a man ending a relationship is grounds for her to set a bomb off in the middle of his life.

And who knows, you might even have fun!

Dating an NHL star comes with certain perks. I’m sure he can get you season tickets at the very least. Or maybe a monogrammed hat. Or mittens. You like mittens, right? I mean, who doesn’t like mittens? They make you feel like a kid again!

Shane: He’s a professional hockey player? You’re kidding.

Bash: I’m not.

Shane: But not for the Rangers, though. Some other team?

Bash: No, he’s with the Rangers. Why, are you an Islanders fan?

Shane: No, I’m just…

You wouldn’t by any stretch of the imagination be talking about Jake “The Dragon” Falcone would you?

Bash: I am. But I swear everything you’ve been reading about him is a pack of lies. The guy is innocent.

Shane: *snort* Like hell he is.

Bash: No, seriously, Shane.

I mean, yes, he’s banged his share of starlets and super models, but I verified his side of this particular story myself. After what happened with Aidan and the mob, I’m taking background checks on the clients very seriously these days.

Jake is being framed. He’s a good guy and he really needs our help.

I don’t think he has anywhere else to turn…

Shane: You’re laying it on pretty thick, Prince.

Bash: The guy is really devastated, Shane. (This is Penny, by the way.)

I just wanted to let you know that I think you would do an amazing job with this intervention and really make a difference in this man’s life.

But if you need to say no, I understand. We’ll just have to tell him we can’t help him and wish him luck finding someone else who specializes in taking down evil ex-girlfriends. I’m sure he’ll be able to find someone out there like that.

I mean, I’ve never heard of anyone who does what we do here at MBC, but…

Shane: Fine! Ugh! I’m helpless against the double guilt trip.

I’ll do it. You can fill me in on all the details over cards tomorrow.

Bash: Thank you, Shane! Thank you so much. We really appreciate this. And you’re going to have some extra good karma coming your way, Babes.

Shane: Yeah, yeah. Make that a bottle of really nice scotch waiting for me at my poker spot. Scotch goes down easier than karma.

Bash: Done!

Shane: Oh, and Bash. I want my name to be the Miraculous Mess.

Bash: Gorgeous wasn’t alliterative enough for you?

Shane: No. Because if I’m going to get “The Dragon” Falcone out of the public relations shit pit he’s in, I’m going to have to be a fucking miracle worker.

Miraculous Mess is coming your way Fall 2016!

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Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.

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