Page 6 of Cocky Jerk

The elevator dings behind me, signaling the doors are about to open and I tear my eyes away from the clueless receptionist. Spinning around, I collide with something hard. Strong hands grip my waist, steadying me, and I lift my chin to apologize to whoever I’ve just barreled into. However, the words die on my tongue as I stare up at Mr. Tall, Dark, & Handsome, also known as the hunky cop. That hard thing I bumped into—that would be his chest.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I hiss in disbelief.

What the fuck are the odds?

Chapter Three

Marco

“You!” the sexy as fuckbrunette shrieks as she pokes a finger against my chest. For a split second her eyes flit to where she touches me and a look of shock wears on her pretty features. It’s fleeting though, because in a flash those brown eyes come back to mine and a scowl finds her face.

Antonia DeLuca.

I don’t usually make a habit of remembering the names of every bad driver I pull over, but this one left an impression. I don’t know if it’s the eyes that drew me in or her full lips that seem to always be frowning. Maybe it’s the mane of wild curls that I’ve spent the better part of my morning wondering what they’d feel like wrapped around my fist as I bend her over her bike—which, by the way, is a work of art. It’s a goddamn shame she doesn’t know how the fuck to drive it.

It isn’t until she shoves my hands away hastily that I realize I’m still firmly gripping her hips. She lifts her chin and glares at me with fury.

Fuck that’s hot too.

“What are you doing here? Are you following me?” she snaps, narrowing her chocolate-colored eyes into tiny, narrow slits.

“Following you?” I scoff, unable to hide the smirk. Curly Sue may be nice to look at, and I’m guessing by the steam rolling off her, she’s probably a real good time in the sack too. The high-strung ones usually are. It’s all that anger and bad energy, it makes for fantastic sex. But the day I follow any woman around is the day my dick falls off.

“I know your kind,” she sneers, pointing a finger at me again. This time she’s careful to avoid touching me. “You think that badge makes you high and mighty, but I have no problem filing harassment charges against you.”

Being a cop wasn’t my first pick when it came to choosing a career—hell, it wasn’t even my second. I used to bitch about my mother to anyone who would listen. See, growing up, she was strict, and her favorite pastime seemed to be busting my balls. At fourteen she made me get a paper route and sick and all, she made sure I delivered those newspapers every Sunday. Carmella Pirelli wasn’t raising no bum. She was an old school Italian American woman, and if it wasn’t for her insisting I take every city test, I’d likely be sleeping until four in the afternoon on her couch that she still keeps covered in plastic.

I paid the registration fees and took the tests for the police department, the fire department—even sanitation—all just to shut her up. It wasn’t until I lost my job in construction that I finally had an appreciation for my ma’s efforts. The academy called me five days after I cashed my last unemployment check, and I learned a valuable lesson.

Life doesn’t always go according to plan. Take the fucking insurance policy.

The NYPD was my insurance policy and so, yeah, being a cop wasn’t a lifelong dream of mine, but it’s still very much a part of who I am. I bleed blue and I take offense to Curly Sue insinuating I use my badge for any reason other than to protect the citizens of New York. Alright, so I may have picked up a girl or two by telling them I had a pair of handcuffs in my back pocket, but for the most part, I’m all about catching the bad guys and of course, the occasional reckless driver.

“Is that what you cops do? Pull women over, get their credentials and stalk them at their place of employment after handing them a stack of tickets? There’s gotta be a better way for you to get laid. Another method, perhaps. You know, one a little less creepy and that doesn’t make you come off as a giant asshole.”

Hot with a dash crazy—just how I like ‘em.

“Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You think I pulled you over to get you in my bed?” I ask, mildly amused.

“I saw you checking out my ass,” she accuses.

Ok, so maybe I was checking her out. I mean, her ass is spectacular, but there’s no way in hell I’m fucking admitting that to her. Her head is already the size of Mount Rushmore.

“I was checking to see if your taillight was busted. In case you were wondering, it is, and I could’ve given you another ticket, but you seemed like you were having a bad morning, so I spared you. A thank you would be nice,” I say pointedly as I cross my arms against my chest.

Her eyes go as wide as saucers, and she starts cursing in Italian. There’s avaffanculoin there and apezzo di merdatoo. Basically, she tells me to fuck off and calls me a piece of shit and somehow, I find that hot as fuck— go figure.

“Let’s get something straight. My morning was going just fine until you pulled me over. Not only did you make me late for work, you gave me three tickets,three, and because of you, I lost my license!”

I roll my eyes. Great, so Curley Sue likes to exaggerate.

“You won’t lose your license if you take one of those defensive driving courses, which is probably a fantastic idea considering you can’t drive for shit.”

“My physical license!” she shouts, gritting her teeth. “You know the little card with my picture, address, and date of birth that proves I’m a fucking resident of New York!”

Frustrated, she lifts her hand and threads her fingers through her hair just as she did when I pulled over. I was jealous of her fingers then and just as jealous now.

I uncross my arms and scratch my temple. I specifically remember handing her back her license, then she dropped it and I don’t recall either of us bending to pick it up. I’d remember that ass perched high in the air for sure. However, before I can reveal any of that to her, the reason I’m here clears her throat. I tear my eyes away from the fiery woman in front of me and stare at the one standing behind her.

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