Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2) (2 page)

She turned back to the tire and muttered another whispered curse, “…stupid frickin’ lug nuts…” She twisted back with an angry expression, which quickly softened into a heart-melting grin. “Well, I guess you’ve got me there.”

“I’d be happy to help you change that tire. Or ridicule you further while you do it. Lady’s choice.”

She laughed, picked up the cross-shaped four-way lug wrench, and held it out to him. He leaned up from the post, approached her slowly and took it. He hoped she didn’t look down just yet. His cock had reacted fervently and swelled outward another inch in response to the scent of her when he stepped into her personal space to grab the tool. Cursing his self-imposed sexual drought, Reece took a step past her and noticed she let him brush very close without stepping out of the way.

She smelled like sex. Or did everything smell like sex because he wanted her so badly?

“I’ll let you get your hands dirty.” Her golden blond hair, which brushed her shoulders in curly waves, framed an oval face. Now that he was closer, he saw the color of her eyes. Sea green. Or maybe a color like dew-kissed grass.

I am a total sap
. A big, horny, sappy goof.

She was interested in him, too. She stared, most particularly at
his
ass when she thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t mind. Turnabout was fair play. She was the perfect height. Tall enough that her head would line up with his shoulders if they hugged, short enough to be able to wear spike heels if they ever went dancing.

He squatted down to change her tire and completed the task in record time. All the while he tried to figure out a way to entice her up to his apartment. He lived across the street and just down the block. Reece wasn’t usually such a letch with strange women, but she stirred something deeply important within him, something he’d missed.

Plus, she gave him a record-breaking hard-on. After a night of getting fake hit-on for the sole purpose of gaining entrance into his club, Reece was ready for the interest of someone who didn’t want anything from him but company or perhaps, better yet, pleasure.

He glanced at his apartment building, wondering what he could say to get her to accompany him inside. His car was parked in a garage a block away. He’d been on his way home after a long night at work when she had distracted him. Her and her shapely, sexy ass. He kicked the release on the jack, lowered the car to the ground, tightened the final lug nut in place on the replacement tire, and stood with the intention of being charming.

“Are you married?” she asked before he could say a word. She stepped directly into his personal space. He inhaled, taking in and memorizing her lovely scent.

“No. Are you?” He breathed in her unique fragrance once more. This time he wasn’t as circumspect. The dance of love had begun. She was considering him, he could tell. Otherwise, why would it matter if he had a wife?

“Nope.” Her voice lowered to a husky tone with that single-word answer. She reached out as she spoke and smoothed the front of his jacket with her palm. “I’ve never even been engaged.” The sensation of her touch sent a pulse of desire straight to his balls.

“Good.” He was glad he still had the ability to speak without simply grunting a response. He reached up and trapped her hand on his chest, caressing her soft skin with his thumb.

“Is it good?” She took another step closer. Her breasts brushed his upper torso. Her hips rested against his. She couldn’t possibly miss his cock trying its best to stand at attention to impress her.

He raised his free hand to tuck a stray lock of her soft hair behind her ear and whispered, “It will be.” He genuinely hoped they were having the same conversation. He was talking about sweaty, satisfying sex.

“Do you promise?” Her head tilted, eyes seeking his, and he knew she certainly couldn’t miss the beast in his pants throbbing forward in response, promising all good things to come if she’d only accompany him to his apartment.

“I do.” Reece used his best convincing voice to add, “I know you don’t know this about me, since we’re strangers and all, but I—” The sudden connection of her seductive mouth pressing to his cut off whatever he was about to say, which he couldn’t remember anyway because her tongue licked his bottom lip and slipped inside to caress gently about.

For his part, he dragged her up into his arms. She slanted her mouth across his to deepen this, their first intoxicating kiss. Perfection.

“Do you live close?” she asked, breaking the luscious connection just long enough to ask the question before planting her mouth on his again. One of her hands slid around to brush the stubble at the nape of his neck. He kept his hair very closely cropped. As a bouncer for a premier club, it completed his dangerous bad-assed look. He was glad she wasn’t deterred in any way by his appearance. Some women told him they found him frightening, right before they got a glint in their eye that said they were willing to do
anything
to get inside his club.

He tightened his grasp around her and twisted them until he pressed her against the car. He slid a hand down her back, fingertips feeling their way to cup her lovely ass. He pressed her more firmly into his groin, which was already grinding against her rhythmically. His cock stiffened and pulsed in anticipation, gearing up to do the deed here and now on the street corner.

A glimpse of sanity intruded. Perhaps he shouldn’t treat her like a prostitute. She felt incredibly good…but perhaps he should make sure she
wasn’t
a prostitute.

He broke from the kiss. “Yes. I live very close. What’s your name?”

Her panicked look startled him as her whole body stiffened. “No names!”

“What?”

She took a deep breath, pushed it out slowly, and melted back into him. “No names,” she repeated softly. “Can’t this just be a private, mutually beneficial evening without an exchange of detailed information?”

“Sure. Okay. No names. How about if I call you Smith? Or did you want to be Jones?” This was an interesting conundrum. The name he would have given her was Mark Reece. It was the undercover name he used for his current job as a bouncer. He wondered what
she
was hiding from.

“Gentleman’s choice.” She grabbed a handful of his ass and brought him close. “I just want to get naked with you. Is that too bold of me?”

“No. But aren’t you worried? I mean, I
am
a stranger and all.”
And I’m scary looking to some women, but not to you, apparently.

“Are you going to hurt me?” She flashed a grin and he wanted to eat her up one bite at a time.

Amused, he said, “No.” He was going to make sweet love to her until they were both sweaty, breathing hard and completely satisfied. “I was about to assure you that I’d never let any harm come to you.”

“That’s what I thought. Besides, I can take care of myself. Also, I have a good feeling about you, Jones.”

“What are you basing your feeling on?” He nudged her with his hips, allowing his cock to introduce itself yet again, like the unruly beast hadn’t already been dry humping her for the last several minutes in blatant overture.

“You smell nice, you have a sense of humor, and you did me a huge favor changing that tire. But mostly, I’ve been a long time without the comfort of a man. I believe you’re worth taking a chance on.” She nudged back and he had to close his eyes a moment. This whole situation smacked of
setup
.

Then why wasn’t he getting that tingly feeling in his belly that things weren’t what they seemed?

Maybe she really
was
looking for a quick and easy hookup with no strings attached. He shouldn’t let his little head dictate this evening. What was she after? Was this no-names thing a ploy?

“So are you looking for a new boyfriend or a sugar daddy or something and just reeling me in for a later changeup?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “No. I swear. I’m only looking for an anonymous Mr. Right Now, not a forever commitment. I don’t want a permanent fixture in my life, just some sex tonight. Okay?”

“Good enough, Smith. I live across the street.” He nodded in the direction of his building.

“Perfect. Let’s go, Jones.”

Reece couldn’t believe his good fortune. He put her tools and flat tire in her trunk as his blood sang with delectable sexual possibilities. Closing the trunk soundly, he grabbed her hand. He couldn’t decide what to do with her first. Fuck her in the vestibule of his apartment building before she changed her mind? This from the lusty beast in his pants.

No, not my style. At least find a soft surface
. His bed had a very soft surface, and he should taste her first. Tasting her would probably send him over the edge before he even got his cock inside of her body, but what a way to go.

Yes, he would whisk her up to his apartment and taste her first. Always a popular appetizer to make the rest of the night last longer. Besides, he’d been too long without the comfort of a woman to be good enough his first round through.

Being undercover for so long gave him limited options with regard to any sort of love life. This arrangement of two sexually deprived people on a path to an anonymous, lust-filled night of passion worked perfectly if he never wanted to see her again.

Reece inhaled her delectable fragrance once more, glanced at the top of her blonde head and wondered if one night would be enough to quench his already sizable thirst for her.

~ ~ ~

Jessica was about to get laid.
Hallelujah!
The delicious stranger who had so expertly changed her tire also set off her sexy man pheromone warning system the minute he stepped into sensory range. He was tall and muscular with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He had casual clothing under a nice leather jacket, not like a scruffy biker one. He was a big guy, imposing because of his height, but she didn’t feel the least uncomfortable in his presence. He was engaging, mesmerizing, completely unfamiliar and she was falling in lust with him.

She watched his hands as he removed the tire from her car and enviously wished those large, square-shaped fingers caressed her body instead of her steel-belted radial. She wanted him to skip the tire change and work on her. Her head had been filled with questions. Would he have sex with her? Was he the one? Wasn’t he already the perfect choice to rid her of her virginal status issues?

As he worked, she developed a plan. If she could talk this delectable stranger into a quick round of take-me-tonight sex, then when she went back to work on Monday, she’d no longer be a virgin.

Neil Wiley wouldn’t have any gossip to share about her. Everyone knew she couldn’t tell a lie to save her own life. She’d easily be able to say, “Of course I’m not a virgin.”

So if Neil tried to embarrass her in front of her co-workers—and he would—she’d be able to laugh it off and say she and Kelli were only joking. She’d tell everyone in range that they’d known Neil listened in on their private conversation and had been winding him up. It would be good to see Neil embarrassed for a change.

Most importantly, they could even strap her to a lie detector and ask her if she’d ever had sex, to which she could answer truthfully, “Of course I have!”
If
and only if she got Mr. Delicious to cooperate with her tonight. Her loathsome virginity could be a part of her past within the next hour if she played her cards right.

She’d stolen that first kiss to make her final decision about this crazy plan, using it as a basis for further action. If he rang her bell with a single kiss—and he had—then she’d follow him to a quiet place and expect that he knew what he was doing sexually. Even if he didn’t and he simply removed her virginity with one single thrust instead of climaxing before he ever got inside of her body, she’d be grateful.

Filled with optimistic confidence, she planned to remain in bold mode so the sexy stranger wouldn’t know she was a virgin by her wild actions. The more sexually overt she was, the surer she was she could pull this off. In the unlikely event he got out of hand, she could kick his ass. She had training in that arena at least, more than she’d had in the sexual arena, ironically—or maybe sadly—enough.

She locked up her car and breathed a sigh of relief her service weapon was still hidden in the trunk. She’d stowed it there to go out with Kelli tonight. So, if Mr. Delicious ever
didn’t
take no for an answer in the coming night, she’d simply kick his ass the old-fashioned way, using her hand-to-hand combat skills.

Jessica had learned quite a lot from four older brothers before she ever joined the FBI. She’d also been top of her class during her field training, likely because of the previous training with her siblings. Jessica didn’t expect to need these skills. She had a warm feeling about Jones.

He had a sense of humor, and he’d changed her tire like a knight in shining armor. While she could change a tire as fast as any of her brothers, she usually chose not to. Wisps of her inner girly-girl came out in vehicle-related work projects.

She was very grateful for his assistance in saving her manicure. Plus, he’d been right. She’d been so wound up and angry about Neil listening in to her private conversation with Kelli earlier that she hadn’t been paying attention to what she was doing. Normally, of course she’d have loosened the bolts before jacking up the car.

Jones held her hand as they crossed the street and walked half a block or so further to a very nice tall brick apartment building. He put an arm around her and leaned in to kiss her temple before using the code to open the outer door leading inside. Jessica rested her head on his shoulder a moment before they entered. Do or die. This was the moment of no return. He held the door for her and she entered.