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  Cocky AF

  ~A Secret Baby Forbidden Romance~

  © 2018

  By Katie Ford and Sarah May

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  © 2018 Katie Ford and Sarah May

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

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  ALSO BY THE AUTHORS

  The#BABYCRAZY Series

  #BABYMACHINE

  #BABYMAKER

  #BABYFEVER

  The Filthy Wrestling Club

  Claiming His Virgin In the Ring

  Standalones

  Client No. 6

  His Captive

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Beg Me: Sold To My Dad’s Boss

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Loving the Babysitter

  Reverse Harem

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  Six Ways to Sin

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Virgin for Sale

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  Anonymous Encounters

  MFMM Ménage Romance

  All the Best Men

  MMF Bisexual Romance

  Double Dare

  Double Exposure

  Their Secret

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  The Virgin Series

  Delivering the Virgin

  The Princes Series

  Double Princes

  Triple Princes

  Box Sets

  Taking the CEO Home

  Love Unbound

  DEDICATION

  To all the girls who’ve ventured into the forbidden.

  This one’s for you!

  NOTE FROM KATIE AND SARAH

  Hi! Thanks so much for reading Cocky AF: A Secret Baby Forbidden Romance. I hope you enjoy the steam between Janie and Trent!

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  Love,

  Katie and Sarah

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Cocky AF: A Secret Baby Forbidden Romance

  I hate him and yet I love him.

  Trent’s my adopted brother … and he drives me up the wall!

  Janie’s the daughter of two hippie do-gooders. Her parents have a mission to save the world, and that includes welcoming handsome quarterback Trent Lewis into their home after his parents pass in an unfortunate accident.

  Trent’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of a house. Our hero’s not interested in being “adopted” per se, especially because he’s already an adult. But when the alpha gets a look at the curvy girl living under the same roof, suddenly the heat skyrockets … because he and Janie are about to embark on the taboo!

  Hey Readers – Can you say FORBIDDEN? Well, we promise that no one is actually related in this fun-loving tale. As always, there’s a sweet HEA where the BBW brunette gets her gorgeous man :) Love, Katie and Sarah

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Cocky AF

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  EPILOGUE - JANIE

  EPILOGUE – TRENT

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  All the Best Men

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  DELETED SCENE

  Six Ways to Sin

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  Serving Nuts

  Serving Champagne

  Twin Fun

  A SNEAK PEEK

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  MORE BY THE AUTHORS

  ABOUT OUR AUTHORS

  CHAPTER ONE

  Janie

  “Yo man!” Jason Bellows hollers down the hall while holding one arm out straight with his index finger extended. “You da man!”

  I turn my head to look but I already know who’s coming. It was Trent Lewis, the king of Sunnyside High. Not only is he the starting quarterback on our football team, but he’s also been crowned Prom King three times. That’s right, he won the first time when he was a sophomore, beating out a dozen older boys who were plenty pissed when the results were announced.

  But then again, it’s easy to understand why people voted for him. In fact, I voted for Trent myself, despite the fact that he’s never noticed me. Because the man is absolutely, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. He’s got coal-black hair and blazing blue eyes that make you feel seen in an intimate way. But that’s my imagination because of course, Trent Lewis has never really looked at me. I’m just the invisible girl, but still, my heart trembles whenever he’s near.

  And right now, Trent and his friends were sauntering down the hall like they owned the place, joshing and talking while tossing a football casually to one another.

  “Yo,” rumbles Trent, grinning at his friend Simon. “What’s goin’ on man?”

  Simon, a sandy-blonde with narrow shoulders and a face full of freckles, jaws back.

  “Nuthin’!” he chortles. “Just this effing biology. I swear I’m gonna get kicked off the team if I don’t get at least a C.”

  Trent frowns.

  “Really dude? You can’t land a
C in this class? It’s not that hard. Just a bunch of frogs and some pictures of the human digestive system.”

  But Simon is a whiny fool.

  “I know, that’s what makes it hard!” he complains. “It’s so frickin’ gross to look at intestines and shit. I can’t do it,” the teen boy says petulantly.

  With a shrug, Trent strides over to the classroom door before pulling it open, his massive shoulders blocking out the lights from the interior.

  “You’ll figure it out,” he says, throwing a cocky grin over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll find a way.” And with that the door closes behind the cool clique, leaving me in the relative quietness of the hallway.

  I sigh, turning to my locker. When Trent walked by, I’d compressed myself against the cold metal, almost burrowing into the open space in an effort to seem small. But it’s impossible because I’m a curvy girl. I’ve got hips that go wide and big Double Ds that swing whenever I walk, so it’s pretty much hopeless.

  After all, I’m nerdy Janie Martin with the curly brown hair and big body, and I wear brown, gray and black exclusively so as to disappear into the crowd. Bright colors aren’t my thing and the sheer thought of wearing red makes me tremble with fear. I’d probably stand out like a giant apple in the crowd, which is exactly what I don’t want.

  Sighing, I shut my locker, cringing when it bangs a little, before slowly following the boys into Biology. Simon was right. The frog dissection isn’t fun, and the fumes are terrible. They still use formaldehyde to preserve the carcasses and I’m assaulted by the smell of decaying flesh as well as chemical preservatives. But there’s no sense in avoiding it because my goal is to be a vet someday, and frog dissection was only the first step to working with animals.

  Trent, of course, was holding court once again. The handsome man was leaned back in his chair, a cocky grin on his face as he surveyed the scene. But this time, instead of being surrounded by a group of his football buddies, a couple girls had joined them as well. The women fawned and simpered, making eyes at Trent like Bambi batting his lashes.

  “Eeee, the pass that you completed at last Friday’s game was wonderful,” squealed Mandy, a bottle blonde with her hair in a high ponytail. “Oh my god!”

  Mandy’s so silly that it’s hard to hate her. She’s our class ditz and couldn’t be mean if she tried, especially since the woman’s got a body like Dolly Parton. I’ve seriously wondered if she’s had breast augmentation although she’s only seventeen. Don’t plastic surgeons reject patients until they’ve hit at least the age of consent?

  But again, Mandy’s harmless. There’s nothing between her ears and her comments were non-sequiturs most of the time. By contrast, the girl sitting next to her was a viper. Pamela Knight is Sunnyside High’s Queen Bee, and has been since we were in seventh grade. Compared to Mandy’s bottle-blonde hair, Pamela’s was all real. Silky, platinum strands fell in soft waves over one shoulder, glossy and long. I felt like completely inadequate by comparison, with my wild brown curls already springing out in messy pieces from my ponytail.

  “Oh Mandy,” said Pamela airily. “Please. Trent did better than a good job,” she said purring while throwing an appreciative glance at the handsome male. “He did an amazing job.”

  Of course, the girl group tittered as the guys soaked up the attention.

  “Thanks,” said Trent, flashing a grin that indicated he knew just how hot he was. “Appreciate it.”

  But the conversation was cut off because Mr. Muller stumbled in the room then, his lesson plan under one arm and a vague look in those watery blue eyes.

  “Hello class,” he greeted. “Are we ready for our frogs today?”

  A groan rose up in a chorus but I brightened a bit and straightened in my seat. Again, I want to be a vet and working with animals, albeit dead ones, is only the first step on this career path.

  “Let’s pair up,” said Mr. Muller, peering at the class over his spectacles. “Everyone find a partner and then take a place at one of the stations.”

  You’d think that a bunch of high school kids could successfully follow directions. But instead, mass chaos descended as people zigged left and zagged right, trying to snag the ideal partner. In fact, some girls were visibly giving each other light shoves as they angled to be Trent’s lab partner.

  “Ouch!” squealed Katie, a petite brunette who’d been voted best dressed last year. Today, she was wearing a pink jacket with a matching pink skirt, which was cute if a little bit over the top like Cher from Clueless. “Why’d you kick me?” she asked Pamela accusingly while gripping her shin. “That hurt!”

  But Pamela didn’t even blink. She merely sidled up to Trent while taking his arm possessively.

  “We’ll be perfect together,” she murmured. “Me and you and Mr. Frog.”

  I stood off to the side, watching the females compete. It was almost like watching a sorority rush event where well-dressed girls slyly thrust knives into each other’s ribs, and to my horror, the pushing got out of hand. One girl’s shoulder landed heavily against the fish tank, water sloshing about as the glass box teetered precariously on the counter edge. My breath caught. Oh my god, was the tank going to fall, shattering and leaving our pets gasping for air as they flipped and flopped helplessly?

  I darted over as fast as possible, pushing the tank back over the edge and onto the safety of the counter just in time. Whew! That was close. But Mr. Muller had seen the entire thing, and he clapped his hands loudly.

  “Class, class, what is this?” he asked with a befuddled expression. “All I asked was for you to pair up, and this happens? We almost sacrifice Goldie and her sister to the scourge of land-life? What’s going on?”

  Everyone falls quiet, their eyes going guiltily over to the tank where I stand. I smile weakly, once again wishing I could disappear into the background. But Mr. Muller’s had enough, and he glares at us over his spectacles once more.

  “Clearly, you gentlemen and ladies aren’t capable of acting like adults yet. So I’m going to have to pair you up into teams, just like when we were in kindergarten. You, and you,” he says, pointing to Simon and Katie. “You’re partners. As are you and you,” he says, pointing at Pamela and a boy named Chester. “You’ll be partners for this assignment.”

  Pamela looks horrified because Chester is about five foot two and a lech of the worst sort. True to form, he leers at Pamela and then licks his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Gross. I wouldn’t want to be partners with Chester the Molester either. Thank god it wasn’t me.

  But then things take a left turn because Mr. Muller points to Trent. “You,” he says, “and you,” he repeats, pointing at me. “The two of you are partners.”

  I dart a look at the handsome man in surprise, Mr. Muller’s voice drowned out by the thunder of my heartbeat in my ears. Because now I’m partners with the high school star? This frog dissection project is slated to last a week, and we’ll be working in close quarters for the entire duration. Does Trent even know who I am? My cheeks flush even as my body trembles, unsure of what to do next.

  But the cocky man takes things into his own hands. He stuffs his hands into his pocket, slowly sauntering my way before letting out a drawl.

  “So seems we’ll be doing this together,” he speaks, eyes surveying my curvy form. They go up and then down, and then back up again before finally hitting my face. “Sweet.”

  I blush even as heat overcomes my form. Because did that really just happen? Did the guy that every girl wants check me out, none too discreetly?

  “Um,” I stutter. “Yes, hi. I’m Janie. Nice to meet you.”

  He sticks out his hand.

  “Trent,” is his casual drawl. “Nice to meet you.”

  I take that square palm in my small one, feeling the strong fingers envelop mine. Oh god, his grip is so sure and firm, and again, a thrill shoots down my spine as I gasp a little. Hopefully, my palms weren’t damp, but you never know. Timidly, I look up at him through my
lashes.

  “Do you want to take workstation ten?” I ask, nodding towards the wet lab in the back corner of the room. “I like that one because it’s by the window.”

  Those blue eyes flash.

  “Sure thing,” he rumbles, blue eyes gleaming with appreciation. “Just in case we need to air out this place from the smells of decaying flesh and formaldehyde.”

  I wince at his words.

  “You’re not holding back are you?” is my dry question.

  He grins cockily.

  “Nope, not at all. Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get started.”

  And with that, Trent strides off to the corner of the room, practically whistling as those broad shoulders make their way down the aisle. I see a couple women following him with their eyes as they glance enviously at my way. But I’m stunned and almost unable to process what’s happening because did Trent just refer to me as a “pretty girl”? Can’t be. I’m not pretty at all. I’m “okay” on a good day, and “absolutely terrible” on a bad. If there’s no food stuck in my teeth, then we’re already doing well when it comes to my appearance. So what did Trent mean when he called me “pretty girl”?

  The voice in my head speaks then. Don’t dwell on it, it scolds. This guy has females eating out of his hand left and right. He knows exactly how to charm them and has probably been practicing since he was five.

  That’s true. Trent Lewis was probably a looker even as a toddler. So I gulp heavily even as the voice speaks again like a worm in my ear.

  Besides, it hisses. He probably wants a good grade in this class so that he can meet the minimum GPA to stay on the football team. And you are probably his best hope.

  Oh. My heart plummets at that thought because it’s true. I’m a straight A student and have been ever since I won the spelling bee in fifth grade. Everyone knows me as Janie Martin, class nerd.