Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3)

by J. P. Comeau

  He took my hand again. “Please, let me get this out.”

  I pulled away, then took a step back. “Clint, stop it.”

  “Whatever you’re thinking right now, it’s wrong.”

  “And how the hell would you know what I’m thinking right now?”

  “You think I don’t care about you. That I never did. That I’m only here because you’re pregnant.”

  I blinked. “Lucky guess.”

  He smirked. “Roxy, can we sit down somewhere?”

  I shook my head. “I’m fine with standing. And you don’t need to pretend like you like me for my own sake. I know my disposition right now affects our child. I get that. But, I won’t let you pretend that something is going on for my sake when something isn’t. I’m a big girl, and I can handle this world all by myself. I was doing just fine before this little oopsie of ours, and I’ll be fine after he’s born.”

  He blinked. “He?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah. Why?”

  “We’re--having a boy?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. But, it feels wrong to call it a girl, so…”

  He smiled, and it lit up his entire face. “What an amazing thing to have a son with such a wonderful, incredible--.”

  I held my hand up. “Stop.”

  “What?”

  I blinked back tears. “For the love of fuck, please just stop.”

  “Roxy, I--.”

  I pierced him with a look. “It’s not a requirement for us to be in a relationship to raise this child, okay? So, stop pulling me around and stop yanking my chain and stop making me feel things you don’t feel because it’s not fair, and I’m fucking sick and tired of it.”

  “I don’t understand. What are you--?”

  I turned my back to him. “I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. Maybe over lunch tomorrow, when we’re in public and I can keep it together. But I can’t right now. I just can’t.”

  “Don’t you walk away from me. I haven't even begun to tell you some of the things on my mind.”

  I headed for my bedroom. “And you won’t. Not today, anyway. Thank you for the flowers, and you can see your way out.”

  But, before I crossed through the threshold of my room--the only place that made me feel safe anymore--I felt a tight grip around my arm. I felt a tug that almost ripped me off my feet before I fell against something warm. Something safe. Something comforting. My world came to a careening halt as his cologne wafted up my nostrils. My eyes fluttered closed as his arms draped my body, his hands splaying over my growing belly. Tears rushed my eyes. My lower lip quivered. And as I sank against his muscles, allowing myself one more feel of him, I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head.

  Which stopped me right in my tracks.

  22

  Clint

  I knew I said the wrong thing, and I knew I had said it in the wrong tone on Friday. But this? Had it really all come to this? I felt frustrated beyond my wildest dreams. Roxy had so wildly misinterpreted everything that it made me sick to my own stomach. This had blossomed into something it never should have become in the first place, and I needed her to stay put long enough to let me talk.

  “Would you stop being so stubborn for one damn second?” I murmured.

  She sighed with a broken breath. “What do you want, Clint?”

  I slowly spun her around. “You, Roxy. I want you.”

  She shook her head. “That’s not what you said Friday.”

  “I said a lot of things Friday I shouldn't have. And that’s why we’re in this position right now. I’ve never been good at communicating how I’m feeling or what I’m experiencing. But, I need you to give me some time right now to try it again instead of being stubborn and pushing me away because you think I’m about to break your heart.”

  “Isn’t that what you’re about to do?”

  I wrapped my arms around her waist. “It depends. Does me telling you I care about you break your heart?”

  She blinked. “No.”

  “Does me telling you that I’m not just here for the baby break your heart?”

  Her eyes watered. “No.”

  “Does me telling you I don’t feel bad for you at all in this situation break your heart?”

  She snickered. “Oh, thanks.”

  I brushed away a tear from her cheek. “Does me telling you that you’re strong and intelligent, and beautiful break your heart?”

  She leaned softly against me. “Not at all.”

  I cupped the back of her head. “Does me telling you that you’re not only going to make an amazing mother but that you already make an amazing girlfriend break your heart?”

  She looked up at me. “Girlfriend?”

  I gazed into her gorgeous eyes. “Does me telling you that I love you break your heart, Roxy?”

  Silence fell between us before she licked her lips. “You--you love me?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Roxy. I do. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone--any woman--in my life. You’re vibrant and smart. You’re witty and sarcastic. You don’t take anyone’s shit even though you dole out just as much shit as the rest of us, and damn it if you don’t carry yourself with pride that sometimes even makes me jealous.”

  She smiled. “You’re not joking right now, are you?”

  My forehead touched down against hers. “I’d never joke about something so serious. I’ve fallen madly in love with you, Roxy. And I can’t think of anything better than to--.”

  Her lips captured my own, silencing my words. And when I felt her tongue pressing into my mouth, I gave myself over willingly to her. I held her tightly against me, feeling her protruding belly pressing against my abs. And it only made me smile as we slowly backed into her room. My tongue caressed the roof of her mouth. My fingertips fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. We fell to her mattress, our bodies bouncing together as I rolled over, feeling her straddle my pelvis.

  And when she gazed down into my eyes, I finally heard those glorious words fall from the tip of her tongue.

  “I love you too, Clint. I’ve loved you for weeks now.”

  I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Come here, beautiful.”

  She collapsed against me as I rose up, slowly inching myself to the edge of the bed. I slid her shirt over her head and wasted no time in getting those swollen breasts out of her bra just so I could play with them. I kissed down her neck. I felt the heat of her pussy radiating against my clothed cock. I lapped at her puckered peaks as moans fell from her lips, and I wanted nothing more than to make her cry out my name for all of her neighbors to hear.

  “Oh, Clint,” she groaned.

  I stood, carrying her with me as our eyes connected. She squealed with delight as I pressed her back against a wall, our eyes never leaving one another. She smiled beautifully at me, and my heart pounded. She rolled her hips against me, and my cock pulsed with need. I nuzzled my nose against hers, memorizing every morphing dip and peak of her body. And when I’d had my fill of soaking her in with my eyes, I dipped my hands between us.

  Freeing my cock as my pants slid to the floor.

  I stepped out of my pants and whipped her around, carrying her back to the bed. I splayed her hair out along the mattress as I hovered over her, feeling her pull my shirt over my head. Slowly, we stripped each other down until we were both clad in nothing but our skin. My lips explored her waistline. I let my tongue slide over the soft protrusion behind her belly button. I nibbled against the excess at her hip bones and her thighs, feeling her wiggle as she giggled with delight.

  Then, I sank between her legs and let my tongue rush up the slit of her swollen lower lips.

  “Fuck, Clint. Oooo, yeah.”

  Her hands fisted my hair as I slid her legs over my shoulders.

  “Yes, yes, yes. So good to me. Holy shit.”

  I swirled my tongue slowly around her aching clit, feeling it pulse against my warm mouth.

  “Shit, shit, shit, shit. I want to come so badly, please.”

>   I pressed my tongue against her clit so hard it made her jump. I raked my tongue against her swollen nub so quickly it made her quake. My eyes fluttered up, watching her skin redden. Watching her tits bounce. Feeling her thighs shiver against my cheeks. Her juices quickly coated my skin. I didn’t stop moving my tongue as I felt her grinding harder against my mouth. I sucked her juicy clit into my mouth, flicking the tip endlessly with my tongue.

  And when her back arched, I felt her explode.

  “Clint! Yes! Holy fuck, Clint!”

  I raced up her body, crashing our lips together in a fit of lust. She rolled me over and straddled my wanton cock, sliding her juices all over my shaft. I gripped her hips tightly. Her hands pressed against my chest as she rose her hips into the air. And when my tip caught itself at her hot, wet entrance, my eyes bulged as her pussy swallowed me hole.

  Not stopping until our hips connected.

  “My God,” I growled.

  Her hair curtained us off. “I love you so much.”

  My eyes found hers. “I love you too, Roxy. And nothing will ever change that. You have my word.”

  Her hips swiveled, chasing electricity through my veins as my eyes rolled back. I bucked against her perfect body, feeling her curves jiggling for pleasure I couldn't even enjoy. She felt too good. She felt too amazing. And the harder my eyes rolled back, the more she bounced against my hips.

  They swiveled and swallowed my cock down to my balls.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed.

  “There it is,” she whispered.

  “Holy shit. Roxy. My God, the things you do to me.”

  She bounced harder. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m gonna come. Your cock’s gonna make me come again.”

  I grunted. “Take what’s yours. Take it and let the world know that I’m yours.”

  “Clint! Fuck!”

  Her head fell back as I pounded into her, fucking her through her orgasm. Her body shivered, and her pussy quivered as I felt my balls pull up into my body. I sat up quickly, wrapping my arms around her before she fell backward. I pulled her close to me as my cock unleashed, filling her to the brim with my seed. Her pussy milked me dry. I felt my balls trembling as I fisted her hair. I brought our lips back together, growling down the back of her throat as I swallowed the rest of her moans.

  And after my dick finished dumping into her, my back collapsed against her mattress, with her laying square on top of me.

  “I love you,” I said breathlessly.

  She kissed my chest near my heart. “I love you too, Clint.”

  Say it now, or you never will.

  “So, not to ruin the moment. But, is this a good time to mention that I might have found a place for us to live.”

  She paused. “What?”

  I blinked. “And by ‘might have found,’ I mean I already purchased it?”

  She lifted her head. “What!?”

  “And by ‘purchased it,’ I mean I’ve already got it furnished, and I just need to move you in?”

  Her eyes searched mine. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  I smiled. “Crazy for you, Roxy. Crazy for you.”

  23

  Roxy

  Six Months Later

  “So, how do you like moving out here instead of being in the city?” Kelly asked.

  I rubbed my massive belly. “Girl, I like it a lot more than where I was living, that’s for damn sure.”

  Karina giggled. “I bet you do. There’s nothing quite like waking up in the morning and not hearing someone cursing someone else out on the street.”

  Kelly took my hand. “We owe you a massive apology, Roxy.”

  Karina took my other hand. “Yeah, we really do.”

  I snickered. “Look, I’ve got a great deal I already have to worry about with this baby coming in the next couple of weeks and trying to keep things held down with Clint and me. To be honest, I haven’t thought about it much.”

  Kelly sighed. “We were definitely in the wrong. And we just didn’t see it because we were wrapped up in our own lives.”

  Karina nodded. “Yeah, we should have listened to you and how we were making you feel instead of constantly defending our actions. I thought that you were more upset at the fact that we weren’t single any more than anything else. Which led to me thinking that you wanted me to dump Zane or something like that.”

  I barked with laughter. “Trust me, I know all too well about how emotions and ill-timed words can really put a damper on things. But, I promise you guys, I’m okay. We’re okay.”

  Kelly wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “Are you sure?”

  Karina thumbed over her shoulder. “Because I’ve got an entire trunk full of very unhealthy snacks, and I know you’ll love that I brought them over as a peace offering if you want them.”

  I blinked. “I’ll stay angry at you until you get it unloaded into the kitchen.”

  The three of us fell apart laughing before we hugged one another tightly. The smells coming from the backyard made my empty stomach gurgle, and I couldn't wait to taste the burgers the guys were grilling out back. It felt good to have my girls back. It felt good to have my life back. And as we stood in the finished nursery, I reveled at the moment.

  For once, I had everything I could have possibly ever wanted out of life.

  Karina kissed my cheek. “And just to let you know? This nursery is insane.”

  Kelly snickered. “If Brenden and I ever have kids? I want a nursery just like this one. I mean, a self-rocking recliner? How much did that cost, Clint?”

  I giggled. “No clue, and he won’t tell me.”

  Karina smiled. “Probably because he knows you’ll jump down his throat.”

  Kelly pulled out her phone. “We could Google?”

  I shook my head. “Nah, let him have his moment. But, Clint really did do a good job on this place, didn’t he?”

  Karina rubbed my back. “Is there any reason why you guys don’t want to find out the gender of the baby yet?”

  I nodded. “Yes, and it’s completely selfish.”

  Kelly took my hand. “Care to enlighten us, then? Because if I were you? I wouldn’t be able to stand not knowing.”

  I smiled brightly. “If you start telling people the gender of the child, then they start getting you all kinds of things in those stereotypical colors. And it doesn’t leave much for the mother and father to buy for themselves. This sounds awesome to some people, but not to me. I want to be able to buy our child that first gender-specific piece if that makes any sense.”

  Karina cupped my cheek. “It makes perfect sense.”

  I drew in a deep breath. “Come on. I’ll show you guys the rest of the house. It took us five months to get me moved in and get this place put together, but now I want to show you guys my favorite part of this place.”

  Zane’s voice wafted up the stairs. “Dinner’s ready, girls!”

  I blinked. “On second thought, food first. Lots and lots of food first.”

  We started laughing again as we made our way out of the yellow-and-mint-green nursery. But, my laughter quickly ceased. Out of nowhere, a sharp pain wrapped quickly around my back before I felt immense amounts of pressure between my legs. I sucked in a sharp breath of hair as my hand flew to my stomach. I propped myself up against the doorway with my other hand as my eyes widened.

  Then, I felt it.

  I felt something wet trickling slowly down the inside of my leg.

  “Roxy, what is it?” Kelly asked.

  Zane yelled up the stairs again. “You guys coming!?”

  Karina shouted. “Get Clint! Hurry!”

  Zane paused. “Why!?”

  Karina rushed around me and gazed into my eyes before looking down at my feet.

  “Because her water just broke, Zane!” she yelled.

  “What!?” Zane exclaimed.

  “For the love of fuck, go get Clint!” Kelly shrieked.

  I tried my rhythmic breathing. “Holy fuck, this sucks.”

  K
arina wrapped my arm around her shoulder. “I know. It does. And it will. Let’s get you down these stairs.”

  Then, I heard Clint’s voice. “Roxy! I’m coming!”

  And a wave of relief washed over my body.

  “Clint?” I asked.

  I heard him bounding up the steps. “I’m here. I’m here. Zane’s getting our bags into the car. Can you walk?”

  Another sharp pain stole my breath away, and all I could do was shake my head.

  “All right. Girls, stand back,” he said.

  And before I got the strength to protest, I felt him pick me up into his arms. As if I weighed nothing. As if I weren’t nine months pregnant.

  “My God, you can still lift me?” I grunted.

  “I don’t care if I spend nine hours in the gym every day. There will never come a time where I can’t take you in my arms,” he said.

  “I don’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed.”

  “Right now, you just focus on the one task you have in front of you.”

  He whisked me down the stairs and out the front door while the girls barked commands at Zane and Brenden. I heard Kelly telling someone to turn off the grill, and I heard Karina telling someone else to make to-go plates, for whatever reason. But, just as Clint set me in the passenger’s side of the new cherry red SUV he purchased a few days ago, I whimpered.

  “I’m going to ruin that new car smell, Clint.”

  He kissed my temple. “I’m not one bit worried about that right now.”

  “Towels!” Karina yelled.

  I felt Clint pick me back up before something soft slid beneath my ass.

  “Towels, to soak everything up,” Karina said, panting.”

  “Here comes anoth-aaaaaah!”

  Clint pressed his lips to my ear. “Breathe with me. Hee hee, hoo. Hee hee, hoo. Hee hee-.”

  “Hoo, I’m gonna punch you in your throat if you don’t get this car to the hospital.”

  Karina giggled. “Well, you heard the woman. Let’s get going!”

  We all hopped into the SUV with the smell of burgers and fries wafting from the back seat. I didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed by the car full of people. But, this pain was coming a lot quicker than Karina made it sound like it would. Every time I could blink right, another contraction washed over my body. And it frightened me.