Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) (13 page)

Jason Fielding broodingly contemplated the cold bottle of
beer clutched in his hand as he slouched lower in his seat at the Bar H, the
sleaziest bar he could find close to the rodeo. His cowboy hat rode low on his
forehead, shielding his gaze from the other occupants of the room which suited
him just fine; anonymity was just what the doctor ordered, as far as he was
concerned. Several other men in here were also competing in the rodeo and given
his stellar performance today, he was somewhat of a celebrity. He really wasn’t
up for more crowing and back-slapping. He tossed back his head and held the
bottle of beer to his lips, gulping without coming up for air until he had
drained the entire bottle.

The bar was teeth-jarringly noisy which was no real surprise
since people were raising their voices to be heard above the din. Jason
morosely scanned the occupants of the Bar H, his lips curling into a sneer of
distaste as he watched one woman giggle and slap a man’s hand in
pretend-protest while managing not to dislodge the ‘offending’ hand that was
currently fondling her breast—openly. The place was a cesspool of rot,
immorality, and decay, he decided, as he shoved to his feet and tossed some
money onto the scarred table-top. He had nothing against stealing a kiss or two
or enjoying the occasional tumble in the hay with a willing lady; but he did
have a problem with unapologetic exhibitionism. Plus he was willing to bet his
sizeable estate that half the people in here were married—to other people.

It was enough to make a man jaded, he decided.

He had drank six bottles of beer in a sitting but to his
annoyance, he had still not managed to attain the state of blissful inebriation
he sought. He was one of those few people who could go through three dozen
beers and simply have a full bladder.

Jason tugged his hat lower on his forehead, completely
covering his salt-and-pepper hair and shielding his bright blue eyes as he
strode past the bar on his way to the door, his long legs easily eating up the
distance.
Looks like a storm’s coming tonight
, he thought as lightening
flashed.

“Get your
filthy
appendages off me,” a distressed
female voice ordered stridently in a cultured voice that made several other
people turn around to stare in the direction of the voice.

Jason shot a half-interested look over his shoulder not
slowing his steps as he went. A voluptuous woman sat perched atop a bar stool,
her purse clenched prudishly to her chest with both arms as she cast an alarmed
look at the hulking giant pressing obviously unwanted attention on her. Jason
recognized the giant on sight; no one knew his real name, but everyone called
him Slick. And everyone knew he was trouble.

The woman was dressed wrong for such a dive in a tight sheath
dress that accentuated the curves of her body and a wide brimmed hat that
reminded him of Sunday school as a kid. She even had gloves on her hands;
what
was this, a tea party?
She stood out so completely from the jeans and filth
crowd that he just knew she had stepped in there seeking attention. One look at
her fair, creamy, spotless satin skin and ample bosom and Jason could hazard a
guess as to just what had attracted Slick. Heck, his own dick twitched
warningly in his pants as he regarded the tantalizing curves of her ass and
hips—but he ignored it.

Well, she must have wanted some sort of male attention if
she walked into a dive like this dressed like a traditional femme fatale. Jason
shook his head unconcernedly at this further evidence of rot and decay and
headed straight for the door.

The sharp sound of a slap resonated through the air, making
him draw up short, his disbelieving gaze flying back to the woman who was now
no longer perched on the stool but standing toe to toe with the hulk and
glaring at him. She had even pulled off one glove to give life to the slap.
This
woman obviously has a death wish
, Jason thought, reluctant admiration
surging through him; either that or she was just plain too stupid to live. No
one, not even burly cowboys with experience on the hard trail of rodeo, ever
picked a quarrel with Slick.

Without planning to, Jason let go of the doorknob and edged
closer to the couple, his attention so focused on them that he trod on the toes
of one patron.

The man shoved him away roughly with a muttered, “Jerk.”

Jason didn’t bother apologizing anymore since the man had
already taken his recompense the old-fashioned way.

Slick growled; a loud ugly sound that said he was angry and
then he balled his hands into fists as though he were contemplating retaliating
for the slap. Jason looked around; everyone else was watching the show with
disturbingly morbid fascination. Obviously none of these cowboys were going to
intervene.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Slick shoved his way
forward and planted himself in front of the woman; cursing his own innate sense
of chivalry even as he did so.

Slick paused, eyed him up and down and sneered, “Lemme
guess, you’re her husband?”

“No Slick. I’m just the guy who’s got a problem with you
slapping women around,” Jason said in slow measured tones. “You wanna lay a
finger on her, you’re gonna have to go through me.”

Jason’s stomach rumbled as he stared up at the other man and
he tried not to let his nausea overtake him. The man was huge! Jason, at
six-two, was nowhere near diminutive but considering the bad-tempered cowboy
glowering at him was all of six-five and huge as three men put together, Jason
could be forgiven for getting a little weak in the knees.

Slick’s laughter rumbled out of his stomach and the woman
behind Jason squeaked in alarm, one soft hand shooting out to clutch Jason’s
arm from behind him.

“No, I know exactly who you are; you’re the guy
who’s got
a death wish
,” Slick said, laughing again. “Besides, I wasn’t going to
hit the little lady. Thought about it for a minute, but me Mama didn’t raise no
idiots.”

Jason calmly took off his hat and laid it onto a bar stool,
his meaning obvious; he was prepared for a brawl if that was what Slick wanted.
Slick’s rheumy eyes sized him up dismissively. Obviously, next to his towering
height of six-five, he thought Jason was puny and would be easily beaten. Jason
was banking on that exactly.

He turned and threw a quick glance over his shoulder at the
woman; high cheekbones, pouty red lips and big forest-green eyes filled his
vision. “Go!” he ordered quietly.

He saw the other man’s hand clench into a fist and he
tensed, waiting. Slick swung, his hand flying in a wide arch as he aimed at
Jason’s face. Jason dodged the fist, causing Slick to spin around carried by
the force of his aim. Jason carelessly kicked the big man in the ass, making
certain that the toe of his boots extended to the front of the other man’s
crotch enough to crush some balls. The man’s howls as he staggered and crashed
into a table were most gratifying. He went down and didn’t come up again.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said urgently as he grabbed the
hand of the damsel in distress and began to head for the door.

“And who’s gonna pay for my broken table and glasses?” the
bartender wanted to know as he stepped into their path with two men flanking
him on either side.

“Here you go, buddy,” Jason said immediately, correctly
interpreting their stance to mean trouble. He shoved some money into their
hands and made to pass by them with the woman.

“Not yet. Who’s gonna see to Slick?” one of the guys wanted
to know. “He’s gonna wake up mean as a bear with a sore paw and when he finds
you gone, he’s going to want blood.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you; I’ve never dealt with
a vampire before,” Jason said coolly. He was fast losing patience with these
eggheads. He knew they were just spoiling for a fight because they were friends
of Slick. Plus the fact that they were going to stand by while the oaf
disturbed the woman didn’t endear them to him.

“Please take some more money and let us go,” the woman
beside Jason chirped, fear straining her voice. “I could even perform for you
for free tomorrow night.”

Perform? I don’t like the sound of that
, Jason
thought.

Jason saw her stretch out a hundred dollar bill; saw the
goons start to grin as they reached to take it, and with a silent shake of the
head at his own stupidity, he swung his fist, grinning as it connected solidly
with someone’s chin. Then all hell broke loose. Punches flew about so fast it was
hard to know who hit whom. Jason took a solid one to the eye and growled as he
responded with an almost deadly upper-cut that completely stunned the puncher.

In less than five minutes, it was over; all four men were
sprawled in various positions on the floor, nursing varying degrees of injury.

The woman sighed exasperatedly as she leaned down to check
on Jason. He popped open one swollen eye and grinned; or at least he tried to
grin; it came off as a grimace.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly biting her lips as
she stared down at him in concern.

Unbidden, Jason’s gaze fastened on her plump, ruby lips as
she worried at them with her teeth and he felt his dick twitch again in his
pants with interest. The last thing he needed right now was to be attracted to
a woman—
any
woman. Angrily, he pulled his arm from her grasp and sat up
to glare at her.

“I’ll live,” he said with unintended abruptness. “Just need
a minute to move my ass,” he added crudely just because her Southern-lady
appearance riled him. No tumble in the hay for this missus; plus her touch
seemed to affect him more than he liked to admit.

The woman glared down at him, “That’s good to hear. Well if
you can ‘move your ass’ before the cops get here, that will be great.”

Jason bit the inside of his cheek to hold in his shout of
laughter. He rose to his feet and staggered out of the dive, not waiting to see
if she followed and not bothering to tell her that no cop touched this place
with a ten-foot pole.

Once outside, he turned around; the woman was right behind
him, her green eyes glittering with an angry light as she miraculously produced
his cowboy hat, then without so much as a goodbye, she swanned off, her nose in
the air.

****

What the hell! Not even a thank you?

“Hey,” Jason shouted, running after the woman. He caught up
to her almost immediately, but he felt a little woozy by the time he grabbed
the incredibly soft skin of her arm. “Won’t you at least tell me your name?” he
panted.

He worriedly listened to his own breathing; he never panted.

“What difference does my name make?”

Jason rolled his eyes; talk about ingratitude. The woman had
it in spades!

“No difference. Just humor me!”

She let out a put-upon sigh that made Jason grind his teeth.
Then she said, “Leila Wright.”

“Not Queen Elizabeth? You sure?” he sneered.

She glared at him then turned and stomped off once more in
the direction of a nearby hotel.

“Okay Leila, I shouldn’t have made that sarcastic remark—“

“You shouldn’t have,” she cut in.

“I probably came across as a jerk—”

“You did!” she interrupted once more.

They had reached the hotel, but she kept right on walking
without even looking at him.

“I just want to understand why you were in that dive!” he
persisted. “I mean, you’re all dolled up like a lady—”

“None of your business!” she snapped, finally turning to
glare at him fully as she collected her key from the receptionist and then she
marched towards the elevator.

Jason’s breath caught in his throat; the woman was a not
just a looker, she was incredibly hot!

He watched her leave, her hips swaying under the tight
material of her sheath dress. His dick stirred again in his pants; Gawd help
him. She wasn’t even his type. He liked tall skinny blondes; she was fleshy and
voluptuous, with curves that could tempt a monk. Heck, he was as good as a monk
these days, but her hips were driving him nuts.

He followed to her to the elevator banks, his eyes boring
into hers. She had the most amazing pair of green eyes.

Leila hid her confusion beneath a frown. She had expected
him to flee right after saving her; he hadn’t. Then she had thought when he got
a gander of her under the bright lights of the hotel he would leave, but here
he was. What did he want?

She didn’t realize she had asked the question aloud until he
said, “Well a thank you would be great. I mean, I did save your ass in there.”

She gaped at him, just as the elevator arrived. Then she
flounced in, her cheeks dark with anger. He had followed her all this way for
an appreciation? Well what had she expected? He was tall, sinewy, athletic,
cultured and movie-star handsome with his sexily tousled salt-and-pepper hair
and his bright blue eyes that made her think of the ocean. Of course he wanted
nothing from her but a thank you; only men like Slick seemed to find her
attractive these days!

“Thank you! There! You can toddle off now to join your
friends in the bar,” she spat.

He just threw her an amused look and joined her in the
elevator. Then he invaded her personal space, walking closer and closer towards
her until her back was pressed against the wall of the elevator and her breasts
were thrust forward so high towards him they actually pressed against the hard
wall of his chest.

She glared at him, “Well? What are you doing?”

She absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that her
voice had been little more than a squeak.

“How about you thank me with a kiss, Sweetheart? I’m Jason
by the way. Jason Fielding.”

His blue eyes traced the soft curve of her lips which were
presently gaping open like a little goldfish. Her soft cheeks were dark with
embarrassed color and her cleavage continued to heave invitingly at him. His
bulge pressed insistently against her as he let her feel what she did to him.
But he waited to see if she would give him the go-ahead; he had never pressed
his attentions on an unwilling woman in all his thirty years of sojourn on
earth and he certainly wasn’t about to start now, tempted as he was.

“If you’ve followed me up here angling for sex, I must warn
you, my husband is waiting in our suite,” Leila lied breathlessly, her green
eyes wide in her suddenly pale face.

Jason stared at her, wondering why she would lie. Was she
afraid of him? He knew she was also attracted to him, he could see it in her
eyes and he hadn’t wanted a single woman since Fiona; almost a year ago. Perhaps
he had come on too strong.

Slowly, he eased his body away from hers, watching intensely
as the fear in her eyes receded. Then a little devil jumped onto his shoulder
and he teasingly rubbed the flat pad of his thumb against her lower lip, his
blood exalting in his veins at her indrawn gasp of air. Her lips were even
softer than he had imagined and he almost lost his restraint. He rubbed some
more and her tongue flicked out helplessly to lick his thumb, her eyes locked
on his as she silently begged him to kiss her.

With the last of his strength, he pulled away from her and
leaned on the other side of the elevator, his gaze holding hers. The bell
chimed just then and he exited before her, heading straight for the room right
next to hers. He staggered a little as he went and a frown of concern marred
Leila’s brow as she watched him.

Her concern immediately evaporated as he winked at her and
said with a sexy grin, “Well, if you grow tired of your
husband
, you
know where to find me, honey.”

The inflection he put on ‘husband’ told her he knew she had
been lying but had still respected her choice. Leila relaxed a little as she
watched him open his door; he was a gentleman, she decided.

He shoved the door, stepped inside and promptly collapsed,
his long legs sprawling half-way out of the doorway.

Leila stared, her mind working in circles. She could not
scream; she had never been the screaming type. She rushed towards the big man
who had helped her escape Slick and saw that he was out cold. It was only then
she noticed the egg-size bump on his head. He probably had a concussion.

She looked around wildly, she would never be able to lift
him!

As though on cue, the elevator bell dinged and two porters
stepped off.

Leila rushed towards them, “Please, please help. My...husband
fainted in our doorway.”

“We have a doctor in residence. We’ll get him,” one of them
said immediately.

“We probably shouldn’t move him,” the other one echoed
kneeling down to check for a pulse.

An elderly man appeared almost immediately, right on the
heels of the other porter. He checked Jason, did some poking and listening she
didn’t understand.

Then he looked up with a relieved sigh and said, “He took a
nasty blow to the head. Nothing he can’t sleep off, ma’am. But you should
probably have some aspirin on hand because he’s going to have a devil of a
headache when he wakes.”

Leila nodded, her eyes wide with relief. He was going to be
okay. As annoying as he was, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to the
handsome cowboy. She had seen him earlier at the rodeo and had been impressed
at how he seemed to move as one with his horse. The man was a natural and a
fine cowboy, in more ways than one.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present as the three men
hefted Jason to an upright position and proceeded to drag him towards the room.
She ran inside ahead of them and pulled down the covers.

Then they lowered him gently onto the bed and all three of
them stepped back, panting heavily. Then the doctor motioned for her to undress
Jason. With shaking hands, she did as she was told, trying not to gasp when she
peeled off his shirt and revealed a hard, masculine chest. This man could
easily grace magazine covers or win Cosmo’s hottest bachelor of the year. She
absolutely refused to touch his pants!

“Thank you all so much. I don’t know what I would have
done!”

They all grinned at her.

Then the doctor bent a stern eye on her and said, “I would
advise you let him sleep before you return to your...
normal activities
.”

His knowing look confused Leila until her eyes alighted on a
pair of feathered handcuffs and a whip lying on the drawer beside the bed. Her
cheeks heated even as the two porters wore identical smirks on their faces.
Lordy! What they must think of her and Jason!

She didn’t thank them again as she hustled them out the door
and shut it in their faces.