Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2)

by Roarke, Fiona

  Reece’s mind had been on his lovely mystery woman as Kelli had described her very best friend Jessica, who needed to get laid for the first time. But Reece didn’t want to have sex with anyone else.

  He’d inhaled a deep breath to break the bad news to Kelli, Sorry, no can do, I’ve got another woman on my mind, when he’d heard an angry voice by the door say, “Get up. Hands in the air. This is a robbery. No one tries to be a hero and no one gets hurt.”

  Reece stood slowly along with his friends and the rest of the coffee shop clientele as two armed ski mask-wearing men proceeded to rob the place. He watched, wondering what he could do, or if he should do anything at all. No. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but he couldn’t break his deep undercover assignment even for an armed robbery. He didn’t have his gun on him anyway.

  The gunman closest to the front door abruptly turned his focus on Kelli. He approached her and made an overture.

  “Hey, sexy girl. Want to go with us and spend our ill-gotten gains?” He then made disgusting kissing noises.

  “Fuck off, pervert,” Mike, his friend, had snarled in defense of Kelli. Then all hell broke loose. The gunman grabbed Kelli by the hair and pulled her close.

  “I guess this means you’ll be coming with us after all, sweetheart!” He wrapped an arm around her neck as Mike had gone rigidly angry and taken a step in their direction.

  Reece shot him a look to calm him down as the gunman pointed his gun at Kelli’s head, backing her away from the group.

  “Anyone makes a move and I blow her head off!”

  Reece readied himself to play concerned citizen. If Kelli was led out, he planned to follow at a discreet distance under the pretense of foolish citizen goes to help friend. But then a gorgeous FBI agent had foiled all the plans in motion, including his.

  Smith saved his ass and ultimately his well-guarded cover by shouting, “FBI! Drop your weapon!”

  Reece recognized her voice immediately.

  The gunman holding Kelli had swung to face Reece’s still unseen lover. Mr. Pervert Bad Guy raised his gun to shoot towards the front door. Reece tensed, because he couldn’t see through the wall of planters with the damn six-foot high foliage in his way.

  Bang!

  He’d jumped at the sound of the gunshot and moved a step in the direction of the door, hands still in the air. He almost sighed with relief when the idiot slid to the floor with a leg wound gushing blood, screaming like a sissy about his injury. His girl had wounded one of the bad guys. His eyes widened even as his pride surged when the gunman poised at the register ducked behind the waist-high counter.

  Smith. His gorgeous, wonderful Smith quickly moved into his visual range. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and she was dressed in the sexiest figure-hugging black business suit he’d ever seen. She promptly kicked the first gunman’s weapon out of reach. His eyes wandered down to the ass displayed perfectly below the hem of her jacket. Her luscious butt, the one he’d been in love with at first sight. His gaze scanned her body, the one she’d so generously shared with him repeatedly less than two days ago, called to him.

  He subdued his desire to touch her when she backed up close enough to be within his reach. She glanced in his direction over one slim shoulder, her eyes scanning the crowd, and obviously saw no threat. Why would she? The threat was hiding. She couldn’t see the other gunman. Didn’t know he was there.

  Reece sent her a mental warning, but too late. Everything happened in slow motion. He saw Smith drop her shoulders, relaxing her stance slightly just as the gunman by the register stood. His gun was leveled and ready to shoot. Reece reacted without thinking, shoving her shoulder, hoping he could save her.

  Bang! The gunman fired, but because of his shove, the bullet meant for her heart missed her chest altogether. A bullet shouldn’t ever mar that premium flesh.

  Even as he connected, he knew he shouldn’t have done it. He should have continued to be an alarmed coffee shop patron. But he was an undercover DEA agent and some things were too engrained to suppress, like saving a fellow law enforcement officer’s life. Especially one he knew very intimately.

  He was currently on a no-end-in-sight—already a year—undercover assignment as a bouncer for an upscale nightclub. He was supposed to only report on the club’s activities to his higher ups. But if criminal scum came in and made deals in the club, he anonymously passed along their location to any agency searching for them.

  In his current role as head breaking bad-assed bouncer, he shouldn’t have the ready knowledge to determine probable shot and angle trajectory to remove her from the danger with a strategically aimed shove. So hopefully no one noticed his action. Including his girl Smith.

  He had done a stint in the Army. He could trot that training out as an explanation if he had to, but didn’t want to, as his current alias didn’t have the documentation to support it.

  After his little push, Smith went down on one knee, brought her service weapon up and shot the gun out of the hand of the man who’d tried to kill her. It was a damned fucking amazing shot. His respect for her escalated instantaneously and so had his lust. He wanted her. He was about to find out her true identity. Mentally, he rubbed his hands together in glee.

  Smith, with her tasty flesh and uninhibited sexual appetite, had occupied his mind since he’d woken to find her gone Sunday morning. She hadn’t left a note. No physical clue remained that she’d even been in his apartment, besides her delectable scent clinging to his sheets and the spicy taste of her lingering on his lips. And, of course, the telltale stains on his sheets. He tried to remember how many times they’d had sex. Was it four times or five? He had been afraid he’d been too rough with her. Afraid he’d fucked her raw.

  Either way he was a barbarian, scowling when he woke up because he’d hoped to glean some pivotal information about her identity in between rounds of gratification, but failed.

  After the first orgasm, he knew he wasn’t ready to end the relationship. He’d expected her to run after the first amazing time while he was taking care of business in the bathroom. Even if she wanted only this one night, he most assuredly wanted more.

  He’d memorized her license plate number when he changed the tire on her car. But his contacts at the Drug Enforcement Agency weren’t easy to contact since he was, after all, undercover. To use his contacts, he’d have to invent a connection to the club. He didn’t want his mystery girl on any watch list for the DEA. Besides, he wasn’t supposed to be involved seriously with any women anyway. At least not unless it was a way to help do his job and further his UC assignment parameters.

  Smith only furthered his personal boundaries. Exquisitely.

  Soon after the police arrived at the coffee shop, he almost fell on the floor in shock as Kelli approached the wet-dream fantasy woman he knew only as Smith and called her Jessica.

  Smith was Kelli’s virgin friend? His mind went straight to the stained bed sheets he’d changed yesterday afternoon. He thought he’d been too aggressive. He thought he’d fucked his mystery girl so many times she’d bled from being overused. But no. She was a virgin. Well, not since he’d gotten hold of her…repeatedly. Less than forty-eight hours ago.

  Now she was the only woman he could think of. She was the only woman in his personal history who brought his cock to immediate attention with only the mere thought of her. Memories of her face and body were what he’d jacked off to in the shower this very morning because he’d woken with a record-breaking hard-on.

  When he glanced at her perfect ass after she’d shot the first bad guy, again his cock had stirred, ready for action. It was because before her, it had been such a long time. Surely his cock was merely showing supreme gratitude for ending the drought.

  The first woman after so long without sex was always exceptionally satisfying, right? Or was it more than that? Was it a deeply important connection that he needed in his endlessly long, lonely undercover cop life feeling as forgotten as the last kid picked up after school?<
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  Buzz. The intercom for the front door of his apartment building broke into his unwelcome musings. He checked the time as he crossed the room and punched the intercom button. She was twenty-six minutes early. That was a good sign.

  “Yes!” His voice was too loud for a simple intercom connection. Did he sound desperate? Probably.

  “It’s me…Smith. I’m a little early.” Her sweet voice sounded very tentative.

  “No problem. Come on up. Eighth-floor, number eight thirteen. In case you weren’t paying attention the last time.”

  Reece pressed the door release button. His heart pounded in his chest. He reminded himself that his plans tonight didn’t include pouncing on her the moment she stepped inside his domain. He’d give her the flowers, they’d sip champagne, enjoy some appetizers, and then…then he’d pounce on her, if she was willing.

  Ding-dong.

  Reece strode to the door and wrenched it open on her surprised face. Calm down. He smiled and motioned her inside, holding the door open wide.

  “Hi, Jones.”

  “Smith. Glad you could make it.”

  “I’m early. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Early is great.” She stepped up to him as he closed the door and wrapped her arms around his neck. The door snapped shut. He grabbed her close to his chest and planted his lips on hers. He devoured her as he’d been longing to do since the last time his mouth had been in the proximity of her lips.

  Reece leaned back against the closed door, taking her with him. His hand strayed down to her ass and he rubbed one cheek, massaging it as he ground his pelvis into her. His cock was naturally already swollen, stiff and taking complete advantage of her open legs.

  He raised his lips to tell her about the champagne, the flowers. “Smith?”

  “What?” She trailed kisses across his jaw and he couldn’t think. Her teeth nibbled a path along his jawline. She tugged his earlobe between her teeth in a nip that made him break out in a sweat.

  “You taste good, and you feel even better.” He tightened his grasp on her and lifted his hips into her again. She moaned and pushed back, making his cock swell even further. Was he about to burst? He took a breath to calm himself, but she spoke in an urgent, sexually charged tone.

  “Oh, my good heavens, take me to bed, Jones. I’m going to die if you don’t take me this instant.”

  Her mouth slid back to his and opened on his mouth. She brushed her tongue past his teeth to stroke against his deliciously.

  “Well, we can’t have that.” He clutched her closer, lifted her legs off the floor and proceeded to carry her to his bed.

  Eagerness pervaded all his senses, and he swore he saw red. Sexual red. He needed to get inside her. Now. He smiled and went through the doorway to his bedroom still kissing her luscious lips. His girl wanted the carnal activities to start first.

  Everything else would have to wait.

  Chapter Five

  Jessica discovered an animalistic side she never knew she harbored. On the way up the elevator, she’d fanaticized about opening her legs and landing on Jones as soon as she was invited inside. The scrumptious scent of him hit her like a wall of sexual enticement. She launched herself at him the minute she crossed his threshold. This second she was naked, staring up at him from his bed, watching him strip as she licked her lips. As far as she was concerned, he couldn’t get his dick inside of her fast enough.

  “You look good enough to eat, Jones.” She watched him falter a moment as a sardonic smile spread across his talented lips.

  She thought of a certain sexual act she hadn’t tried yet. Actually, she’d thought about it all day. She wanted to see what would happen if she sucked on his oh-so-very-impressive cock. Before she lost her nerve, she sat up, flung her legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his hips to pull him toward to her face.

  Jones made an inarticulate noise as she put her mouth on his stiff cock through his boxers. There was already a wet spot before her tongue hit him. She blindly felt for the elastic of his underwear and slipped her fingertips in the band to pull them down. His warm, smooth cock sprung free and skimmed her lips as if kissing her in pre-gratitude for what she was about to do.

  Jessica hadn’t a clue what she was doing. Acting on instinct alone, she placed her lips around his sizeable head and sucked him inside her mouth. She then licked the bottom part of his cock, pulling him as far into her mouth as he would go.

  She placed a hand around the base of his shaft as his curly short hair tickled her pinky. The other hand rested on his hip. She squeezed the base of his shaft and along with the hand on his ass, used it as leverage to pull his cock back out of her mouth, keeping the suction tight. Jones growled and his legs trembled against her thighs where they were tucked intimately.

  In response, she sucked him back in her mouth until the wide tip of him closed off her air. His hands were on her head suddenly, pulling her off.

  She stopped and looked up past his muscular chest all the way to his face, which was a seriously lust-filled mask of unspent passion. He sank to his knees beside the bed. His mouth was on hers in a flash.

  He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands. “That was,” he sighed and rolled his eyes, “fucking amazing. But I don’t want to come that way for this first time tonight. I need to sink deeply inside of you. Any problem with that?” He didn’t take his eyes off her, but he reached unerringly for his bedside drawer, which she knew held his impressive condom stash.

  “Nope. I’m all for it, Jones.” She scooted backwards on the bed. He stood and she watched as he rolled the latex over his substantial erection. He immediately climbed on all fours over her.

  “Let’s try something new. Turn over, Smith.”

  Her eyes widened, but she rolled to her belly without comment. He came close behind her and lifted her to her knees so she pressed her shoulder blades against his chest. His hands went to her breasts and kneaded them softly. He ran his fingertips across her aching nipples, which distended to tingling buds as he played with her. His cock slipped between her legs. The heat of his hard flesh rested against the slit of her aching body. Her neck lost its ability to hold her head up and she leaned it back against him.

  “You have the most beautiful body,” he whispered.

  His hands stroked the entire front of her. He massaged her breasts, then her belly, and then her hips. This before one hand went to the aching, needy place between her legs. She felt fingertips rub and play with her mound, swirling her hair around, but not touching her. Her hips pressed into his hand, trying to make the connection. He dodged her and rubbed her belly.

  “Please. Please touch me.” He kissed her face and tugged her earlobe with his teeth, sucking it between his lips as he slipped a finger down to her swollen clit.

  “Oh my good heavens.”

  He slid his finger across her as one hand pinched and played with a nipple. Then he kissed the back of her neck in a newly discovered sensitive place, making her moan louder. His hips moved back and forth and his cock slid across her slick opening. His finger stroked her with increasing speed. He took a nip at the cord on her neck and the orgasm he brought on overwhelmed her almost without warning. She screamed in pleasure.

  He pushed her facedown on the bed, tilted her hips up and entered her sweetly pulsating body to the hilt from behind. She moaned in delight as he pumped inside her with purpose, clutching her hips for leverage. She lost track of time as he moved within her body.

  After enjoying every single moment of this blissful connection, she climaxed yet again. He continued thrusting inside of her deeply from behind, the angle driving her over the edge of bliss. Jones growled and pumped one final surging thrust as he bent over her, groaning. The crisp chest hair brushing her back tickled. He remained bent over her, gasping, and soon he trembled. His weight crushed her to the bed. She gave a muffled laugh.

  He soon rolled to his side, his arm around her waist keeping them intimately connected as he took her with him. She could feel
his heartbeat against her back. He brushed fingertips along the side of her face and then lightly skimmed his hand up and down her perspiration-covered body.

  He lifted his head to kiss her cheek and hug her close before he slumped back to the bed.

  “Thanks, Jones.”

  “My pleasure.” His low voice rumbled in her ear. “You’re amazing.” He kissed her again, took a deep breath and slid out of her. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, winking at her once over his shoulder.

  Jessica rolled off the bed, suddenly feeling energized. She snagged his shirt off the floor and put it on, rolling the sleeves up. She felt like the ultimate sex kitten dressed in his shirt. He came out of the bathroom and smiled at her attire.

  “That’s my shirt you’re wearing, Smith. Not surprising that it looks better on you.” He approached her in all his glorious nakedness. She glanced between his legs, surprised to see him soft for the first time since they’d met.

  “Thanks. Makes me feel sexy.”

  “You are definitely sexy, with or without that very lucky shirt covering you. By the way, I have something for you in the dining room.”

  He scooped his pants and boxers off the floor and donned them quickly. He then led her to his dining room. There was a large spray of what had to be at least two-dozen mixed color roses in a vase. There was a bucket with a bottle of champagne, iced and ready.

  He disappeared into what she presumed was the kitchen when he reappeared with two chilled champagne flutes. He grabbed the bottle, removed the foil, popped the cork and poured them each a glass.

  “To excellent scratching.” She held up her glass in salute.

  “And hopefully to more of it.” He clinked his glass against hers.

  She took a sip. It was sweet, crisp and very good.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Famished.” Jessica couldn’t remember her last meal.

  He took her hand and led her into his kitchen. From the refrigerator he pulled out a platter with a variety of cheeses, sliced meat and fruit decoratively placed alongside sliced bread and crackers.