Page 13 of Cocky Jerk

Closing the distance between us, Marco comes to a halt and flashes me a crooked smile. I don’t know what is more lethal, that smile or the scent of his cologne. Deciding they’re both too much for me right now, I take a step back. What is that thing that everyone talks about? Something about mercury and retrograde, and when it happens, the whole fucking world flips on its axis. Everything spirals out of control. This must be that.

“Mercury is in retrograde and the world is ending,” I mumble.

He laughs.

Forget the cologne.

Forget the smile.

His laugh is the most dangerous of all.

I’m so screwed.

“I didn’t come here to arrest you, although I suddenly wish I had my handcuffs with me,” he teases. He reaches into his back pocket and curiously I narrow my eyes as he brings his hand back around. He lifts my license between his fingers and I feel my blood pressure spike instantly.

The son of a bitch really did steal my license.

Chapter Five

Marco

“Thief!”

The playful smirk falls from my lips as she lunges for me. My instincts kick into gear before she can pluck the license from my fingers and attack me. I wrap my free hand around her wrist and pin it to the small of her back. It’s a move I’ve made countless times, however, I’m usually trying to disarm a man my size, not a svelte little vixen—something I realize the second her body presses against mine.

“Get your hands off of me,” she hisses as she glares up at me from the fringe of her long, dark lashes. Enthralled by the fire in her eyes, my fingers tighten around her wrist. I’m about to explain why I have her license and how I went out of my way to get it, but my gaze falls to her lips and I lose all train of thought.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

My brain still manages to function to a degree, and I wonder if her lips are as soft as they look. I damn Soraya to hell, because if it wasn’t for her filling my head with all that shit earlier, I’d be home watching the Yankee game. Instead, I’m standing here, letting this chick play Russian roulette with my balls.

For real.

Her knee misses the Pirelli family gems by a hair and snaps me out of my fucking trance. Still holding her hands behind her back, I drop my hand that holds her license to my junk and shield my innocent cock from the nutcase itching to put him out of commission.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl. “Would you calm the fuck down?”

I come in peace!

“You want me to calm down? First, you pull me over—”

“Oh, for the love of God, not this again,” I hiss, shaking my head. At this rate, I’m going to need to make a pit-stop at the church and cleanse my soul from all the swearing and damning the Lord I’ve been doing since I met this chick.

“Not this again?” she admonishes, her tone rising to heights no one with a New York accent should ever attempt unless they’re auditioning for the reboot of Fran Drescher’s classic,The Nanny,and even then, they should refrain.

“Yes, not this again,” I repeat, gritting my teeth. “We both know how the story ends.”

I should let her go.

Throw her license at her and get the fuck out of here, but I’m an idiot. An idiot who loosens his hold for a split second because he really digs the fire in her eyes. She takes a step closer and my brain shorts as soon as her thigh brushes against my dick. Not only am I sparring on the front lawn with this crazed girl, but I’m also getting a semi while doing so. If that ain’t a sure sign to throw in the towel and run, I don’t know what is.

“Yeah, it ends with you manhandling me on my front lawn after stealing my license and me dropkicking your ass,” she spats, blowing a wayward curl from her face.

If I thought she was bluffing, I might let this shit play out, but I’m not about to have my ass. Deciding it's time to set her straight, I release her.

“I didn’t fucking steal your license,” I grind out. My patience teeters and I think I’m more aggravated with myself than with Antonia. I want to blame Soraya for filling my head, but she didn’t suggest I go looking for the license and she sure as fuck isn’t the reason I’m here now. Instead of waiting for her to come home, I could’ve dropped the thing in her mailbox or given it to Soraya.

But, no.

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