Mister Perfect: A Bad Boy Romance

by Alice Cooper

  “It’s a bitch when you find a woman that you love. I’ve been down that road myself and trust me it doesn’t end well for anybody. The best way to avoid that kind of mistake is to keep things strictly professional. I thought they you knew that and you lived by a certain code of ethics. I guess it’s true about what they say. There’s somebody out there for every one and you never know what is going to happen until it’s happening.” Blake wanted this to end some other way, but he couldn’t even think about the possibility of them living to fight another day. One of them was going to fall and he had every intention of making sure that it was Jordan and not himself.

  How long was Lila supposed to wait? That was the question that wasn’t running around in her head. She didn’t want the second chance, but with Jordan it was like they were given a way to get on with their lives. It was a good thing that she was stuck with him forever. It was just a matter of how long forever was really going to be. “I don’t want him to know that my heart has been broken before. He may not think so, but he has a fragile ego that needs immediate and constant stroking. He thinks that he’s invulnerable to pain, but if I were to lose this child I think that he would break into a million pieces. I know that, because I would and being parents it gives us the right to care for our child that deeply.”

  “We both know that nothing good can happen here, Blake, I think that you and I have this kind of rapport that comes from knowing each other better than we know ourselves. I also respect you, but I can’t allow you to stand in my way. This is going to end for one of us and that is something that has a finality to it. I don’t like it any more than you do, but hurting one another is not going to be enough. We should just count to three and get this over with. We’ll treat it like it is high noon. I’m sure that one of us will get the kill shot. There’s no denying that the others going to be hurt and could possibly be at death’s door. Do we have a deal? Do this at the count of three and then one of us can find the peace that we’ve been looking for.”

  Jordan moved around making Blake do the same thing, until his back was once again turned towards Lila. He was hoping that she would have the benefit of the element of surprise. He didn’t know that she had a weapon and that she was clutching it with both hands with her fingers turning white gripping the thing. He was hoping that Lila would act before he had to. He also knew that wishing in one hand and shitting in the other would only end up with a mess in his hands.

  Both of them pulled the trigger and there was the telltale sound of somebody screaming at the top of their lungs.

  Chapter 5

  Jordan lay there holding his shoulder and looking to see that the blood that flowed between his fingertips was this bright red. He looked over at Blake and saw his eyes wide open with his own gun lying right by his hand. There was a gash on the top of his head. That kind of blood loss was going to end his life very quickly.

  The bullet that he had fired at Blake had missed courtesy of Lila and her banshee cry of battle.

  “I am very sorry.” Lila had acted on instinct, but it was too late. They both fired their guns with their silencers attached to the end of it. The only noise was two spits that probably wasn’t heard outside of the room. “I had to do something, but maybe if I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have got hurt.” “I don’t know what that look in his eye is all about, but it almost seems sexual. I’ve seen that look a few other times, but not when somebody was in need of medical assistance. Do I dare think that he wants something right here and right now? I know that I would love the chance to ride him to completion. That might have something to do with that adrenaline that is rushing through our veins at this very moment.

  Jordan knew that they couldn’t stay here for very long. It was just a matter of time, until the other horsemen acted on the silence. He got up and stumbled into the other room with a bar along the wall. He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of tequila. He popped the top off with his teeth and then poured the liquid into the wound with tears streaming down his face. He did not scream, but he was happy to see that the blood loss had diminished.

  He turned to find Lila standing there with her body looking as delicious as ever. He lifted her onto one of the black stools, before pulling at the button on her pants. They came loose and he easily lifted her legs to relieve her of said garment. He buried his face in her pussy and licked like a madman to get her ready for something more than just the agile digit of his oral appendage.

  It wasn’t long before he was pulling his own pants down around his ass. He plowed forward with one mighty push of his hips that had him balls deep in a matter of seconds. She muffled her cry of excitement by slamming her fist into her mouth. Her canines were digging into the skin and she was looking at him like she couldn’t quite believe that this was happening. Jordan loved the way that she gave him the one thing that he needed the most. This was a good way to forget about the pain that was throbbing in his shoulder like that of a knife piercing into the skin and never being pulled out.

  “Fuck me…fuck me, Jordan.” She showed him that she was serious by pushing her pelvis up against him. It was a nice tight seal, as hen hole enveloped him and held him close to her body like they were meant to be this way forever. “I love the feel of you and I don’t think that I will ever get bored of something like this. You know exactly how to push my buttons and I would hope that I have that same effect on you.” She ripped open his shirt seeing his nipples and diving forward to taste each one of them. His moan was the encouragement that she was looking for to nip at those buds and give them the attention that would make them stand up and be noticed.

  “I love the taste of your lips. I think you know which ones I’m talking about.” Jordan pumped his hips. He could feel her fingers moving down around his balls. She cradled them in her hand. He could feel that her attention to detail was going to get the desired results. The slapping of their skin together was a sound that was meant for only lovers. They knew that this impromptu quickie was a risk, but it was something that they needed to do for one another. The adrenaline of the moment had got the best of them and now they had to rid themselves of that pent up feeling in some way.

  Normally, Jordan would be picking up his boots and going out that door before the morning light. He didn’t want that to be the case with Lila. He was looking forward to a long and satisfying life with children and possibly grandchildren down the road.

  “You’re the one that made this flame.” Jordan got into a rhythm of long strokes, which were punctuated by short ones that only involved the head of his cock. That mushroom tip was perfect to ignite a certain part of her that had gone left unattended. He slapped against her clit several times and watched her jerk, until he was once again inserting the length back to the deepest part of her.

  They could hear the bottles in the back of the bar shaking with her hand now holding onto the top of the bar. She was pushing up against him and demanding that he give her the cream pie that would make her look down to see it seeping out of her. She squeezed those very telling muscles and her climax gripped him and pulled his scalding seed from where it was hiding to be unleashed.

  “I don’t how it’s possible that I’ve met…a woman that is able to make me feel like I’m not even myself anymore… YESSSSSS.” He didn’t know what it was to cheat, but right now he was letting his body do all the talking for him. His libido was supercharged and the streams that filled her were not exactly from a man that was a one pump chump. “I’ve never liked a guy cumming inside me before, but with him it makes us all that much more connected.”

  “There’s never been another man that has treated me the way that you have, Jordan. I believe myself to be a very lucky woman, but don’t kid yourself into thinking that you’re not one of the luckiest fucking men on the planet. I know how to please and I think that is the only thing that I have to thank Melanie for. It’s the only thing from this whole ordeal that makes me think that it was all worth it. I think that if I could do it all over again, I would rather n
ot, but to say that would mean that we would never meet.” “I never looked for love, but I had found it without even trying. Fairy tales were meant for somebody else, but maybe there was a semblance of a happy ending in our future.

  “I don’t want you to think like that. I wish there was a way for you to forget about your time with them. I would gladly make the arrangements for you to have that memory wiped out clean. Like you said, everything that we have gone through in our lives has made us who we are today. I have my own regrets, but the one thing I don’t regret is meeting you. I knew that you were something special from the moment that you went under the table to show me your loyalty. It wasn’t just that you did it, but it was the way that you did it. Girls have been a second thought, but with you it was like I was finding my soul mate. I don’t even know if I believe in such a thing, but I do know that I never want to be apart from you. I know that I’m supposed to be this bad ass, but you make me think that I can be a better man. Don’t get me wrong, I still like the hard driving sex that we give each other. I think that chemistry is very important. It’s something that people take for granted.” Jordan had always believed that getting to know somebody before putting that ring on their finger was a better idea than going in blind.

  Lila was sitting there with her legs spread and all the energy in her body now drained to the bare minimum. She wanted to wake up and be ready to move quickly, but she was going to need some time to get her bearings. She looked at Jordan and felt that this man would give her a good life. The only stumbling block was Jamison and the horsemen that had been sent to make sure that their happily ever after never happened.

  They were both breathless and staring at each other, but then they heard the footsteps entering the house and knew that the other horsemen had decided to come and make sure that everything went the way that it was supposed to.

  THE END

  ENTRAPMENT

  BOOK – 4

  Chapter 1

  “You shouldn’t have done this. They’re coming and we need to be ready. I might’ve been wrong into thinking that you might be my Mr. Right. I know that I should take some time to think about it, but it’s been long enough.” I know that the horsemen are coming for us and that one has already been taken care of. The other three will see his death as some sign to make our death very slow. They will no longer want to end this quickly. What exactly did they expect us to do? Did they really think that we were going to wait to have our lives snuffed out? It’s possible that we may not have fought as hard as we did, except now we had something to live for other than just each other.

  “I know that this was foolish, but it did give me that jolt of adrenaline that I was looking for. That fire in my shoulder has gone down to a dull numbing sensation. That comes from the liquor that I poured on the wound and from the feeling of your body making me feel only pleasure. That part of my brain overruled the pain that I was feeling and for that I don’t think that I can ever thank you enough.” He knew that walking away from here without making a scene was impossible. He picked up one of the guns. It was a weapon that he had to hold with both hands. It was something that could fire several rounds. All he had to do was see the whites of their eyes to lay waste to what the horsemen had become.

  He definitely wasn’t going to be able to get all three of them at the same time, but maybe two would be enough to make the other easy picking. He wanted to feel that blood lust running through his veins, but the only thing he felt was that certain heat from what they had just done with each other.

  “I think that there were times in the dead of night that I woke up seeing your face. I probably didn’t recognize it at the time, but you’ve always been the one that was supposed to ride in for the rescue. You were going to be my white knight in shining armor. I know that you told me several times that you’re not a hero, but you are to me and will most likely to this child that isn’t born yet.” “I will always need him. His kiss and his touch will always make him the one that I will run to. It will always be Jordon and he can either accept that or run away from the best thing that has ever happened to him. I think he knows that I enjoy the unpredictable nature of our sex life. I never know when he’s going to have the urge. I think that I can say the same thing about myself. It’s amazing that we can both be on the same wavelength and want it at exactly the same time without the other one feeling that they’re taking one for the team.”

  “I don’t know how you can say that, but I really don’t have time to debate this any further. I need you to stay back behind the bar and this time I’m not going to be very subtle about my intentions. They may have known that I had this arsenal, but they had no way of knowing exactly where it was in the house. That’s the reason why Blake waited, until I emerged with everything that I would need to wage war.” He motioned for Lila to get behind the bar and stay down right to the floor. He saw that she hesitated, but it was something in his eyes that made her relent. “I don’t think that it’s fair that I don’t give them a chance to fight back, but if I do it could mean the end of both of us and the child. That is something that I cannot let happen and I would rather lay down my own life than to risk yours.”

  Jordan went over to the couch that was made of pure black leather and hid behind with the muzzle of the gun pressed up against the fabric in the back. He had his head peeking around the side of the leg with his hand on the trigger ready to give them a wakeup call that they would never forget.

  He heard mumbles of voices and they were getting closer. He knew from being here before that there was only one way down into the basement. Coming down those stairs would be their ultimate mistake. He took a deep breath and kept his eyes open, because closing them for a second could mean the difference between failure and success.

  Lila knew that things were going to get loud and had her hands over her ears in case it was going to sound like some kind of rock concert out of control. She was getting older and was getting sensitive to loud noises. She was even in need of glasses, but there was no way that those in the flesh trade were going to let her show that kind of flaw. They would rather let her see things fuzzy than to give her the comfort of once again seeing things clear and concise. “I feel like I’ve been unable to sleep for a week. I know that it has only been less than 24 hours, but a lot has happened in that time. It reminds me of that show 24 that has these insane sequences of action that doesn’t seem real. I guess you don’t know, until you have to deal with the same type of thing in real life.”

  “I’m guessing that Blake is not going to come up anytime soon. I told him not to underestimate you, but he said that he had that handled. I told him that he needed the full force of the horsemen to take care of you and the bitch permanently. He actually deluded himself into thinking that he could talk you into laying down your arms and taking your medicine like a good little boy.” Lionel was the horseman of pestilence. He was very proficient with biological warfare. He had a certain surprise ready in a canister and was about to give Jordan more to chew on than just a regular barrage of bullets. Once the canister broke, the smallpox inside would attack just about anything. Lionel and the horsemen had already had their inoculations and were immune to the effects of such a weapon.

  “I think that Blake knew that I was never going to give up easily. He probably did think that he was going to be able to finish this, but his death is not something that is going to weigh heavily on my conscience. He was here to kill me and it was either die at his hands or kill him myself. I don’t think that there’s any reason why we should stand on ceremony. Give me your best shot and I implore you to make it count. If you don’t kill me, then I will have no choice. You will have to join your brother in the afterlife.” Jordan had the gun poised and ready to fire. He didn’t like Lionel and he was certain that he didn’t come without his own special gift. He had seen him in action enough times to know that there were other weapons besides guns that could be used to make a very poignant statement.

  “You have to know that there’s no way
for you to get out of here without finding one of us standing in your way. You taking out one out of four still leaves three that is vying for your head on a platter.” Lionel looked like death with his albino complexion and hairless body. He had suffered when he was a child against various ailments and had come out looking a little worse for wear. “Jordan, don’t say that I didn’t warn you. If you thought for a moment that you were going to get close to Jamison, then you really have lost what is left of your mind.” Lionel had the canister in his hands. He lobbed it underhand into the room. He didn’t know that Lila had somehow seen something coming and decided to intercept.

  Lila was holding the canister, but in her haste, she had inadvertently toppled the bottle of tequila that was used to prevent infection in the bullet wound in Jordan’s shoulder. The crash of the glass to the floor was a little louder than the canister, but it would serve to make Lionel think that the task had been completed.

  The horsemen would stay out of the basement, until Jordan was either dead or needing a way to get air into his polluted lungs. The horsemen of war namely Joseph was outside in a nearby car with a sharpshooter stance waiting for Jordan to emerge through the glass of the basement. He was ready to strike him down dead with one shot and that was the kind of satisfaction that made his loins rampant and ready to take the innocence of some young fresh faced college kid. He did like them young, but not young enough to be considered jail bait. He had a certain charm that had the women dripping off of his arm and lying in his bed afterwards smoking a cigarette and looking a little ashamed by their actions.