Blue-Collar Bad Boys Next Door: The Full Eight-Book Collection

by Mazzy King

  I set her ankles on my shoulders and lean forward, bearing down on her. Her second orgasm hits her, and the sudden clench of her makes me grunt. I almost come, feeling her pussy flutter on my dick, but I hold it together.

  “Can I have you from the back?” I breathe.

  She licks her lips and rolls over, peering at me over her shoulder, her back arched and ass tilted up.

  I slide back inside her, this time with the incredible view of her elegant back and round, fleshy ass. The way it jiggles every time I pound in deep drives me crazy. I can’t keep my hands off it—squeezing hard, smacking it lightly, spreading her cheeks apart so I can watch my thick cock pumping in and out of her.

  “Give me one more, baby,” I say, gritting my teeth. “Then I’m gonna come deep inside this tight pussy.”

  “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I give her exactly what she asks for.

  She screams into the pillow, her back bowing under the force of her climax, her skin hot. She clamps down like a vise on my cock and with a roar deep inside my chest, I let go, my hot cum filling her, marking her as mine.

  Spent, I lean forward, resting my forehead on her back, panting.

  “Shit,” she mumbles. “I don’t think I can move.”

  “I’ll help you.” I gently pull out of her, then wrap my arms around her and gently pull her upright. Her knees wobble as she walks to the bathroom to cleanup. Mine aren’t too much stronger.

  Once we’ve both tidied up a little, we snuggle naked under my covers. It’s barely ten, but she’s out like a light, safe in my arms.

  “I could do this every night,” I murmur out loud.

  Then, to my surprise, I hear a soft, sleepy, “Me too.”

  7

  Blair

  At eleven Wednesday morning, I sit in the lobby on the twentieth floor of the Port City Gas & Power building. It’s one of the most lucrative businesses in the city, evidenced by the modern high-rise situated downtown that offers a fantastic view of the area as well as a hint of the lake in the distance. On my way up, I passed a Starbucks and an employee café on the first floor that offered a full menu of breakfast items, made-to-order eggs, fresh fruit, sandwiches, soups, salads, and beverages—all of it free.

  Before my interview with the company’s CEO, where I plan to make a passionate bid for why I’m qualified for the business analyst role I’m being considered for, an HR rep gave me a tour of the building. Apart from lots of windows and ultra high-tech conference rooms, the workspaces consist of a mix of offices for managers and up and high-walled cubicles that offer employees their own little slice of privacy. The rep also cheerfully ticked off all the benefits the company offers—one hundred percent matching 401K, access to the onsite state-of-the-art gym, annual bonuses, annual raises, three weeks of paid vacation guaranteed to go up to four after the first three years of employment, and flexible work-from-home accommodations whenever necessary.

  Even if the salary weren’t three times what I made at the dental office, I could see myself working here. Building a career here.

  I want this job.

  I blow out a breath, tapping my fingers on the cover of the slim, black leather portfolio that contains my resume, my transcripts, a few letters of recommendation, references. Don’t be nervous. Don’t be nervous.

  I got up early to take Axel to the base so I could use his truck to get to the interview. He gave me a spectacular kiss before hopping out.

  “I expect a full sit-rep as soon as you’re able,” he said with a grin. “Good luck, Blair. I know you’ve got this.”

  On the way back to Port City, I rehearsed my talking points over and over. I selected my most professional business attire—slim black pants, a subtle, stylish printed blouse, a fitted black blazer, and low heels. I looked the part when I left the house, my confidence soaring.

  Now that the excitement of the tour is over and I’m alone with my thoughts, self-doubt creeps back in.

  The door to the CEO’s office opens and a tall woman with a kind smile and smooth dark-brown skin steps out.

  “Blair,” she says warmly as if we’re long-lost friends. “Come on in. I’m so happy to meet you. Let’s talk about this job I’d like to give you.”

  I’m at the base by four thirty, the truck idling just outside the building he works in. This base isn’t the same, high-security one Maddox is stationed at, where I have to have a military ID or be with Maddox to enter. Axel gave the security guards at the gate my name, they checked my ID, and waved me in.

  I scoot over to the passenger side when I spot him walking out with a couple of his “joes,” as he calls them, smiling and laughing, before catching sight of me and bidding them goodbye. He gives me a big smile through the windshield before opening the door.

  Before he can say anything, I lunge into his arms and give him a huge kiss.

  “Whoa,” he says when I finally pull back. “What was that for?”

  “I basically got the job,” I squeal.

  “What?” he exclaims with a grin. “Wait, what do you mean, basically?”

  “Well, she has to interview other candidates to be fair, but she pretty much hired me on the spot. I’ll get a confirmation by Friday morning. And then…she’d want me to start Monday!”

  “I’m proud of you.” He leans in to kiss me. “Not that I ever had reason to believe you couldn’t do it. Congratulations. What do you want to do to celebrate?”

  I smile and run my fingers over his thigh. “I can think of one thing…”

  Friday night, I practically bounce from table to table. It’s my last night—I got the call this morning from the CEO herself. No more working nights. No more feeling like I’m squandering my life. I’ve made something of myself, I’ve got a new future to look forward to, and I couldn’t be happier.

  I glance across the bar to where Axel leans against the doorway, talking to Jeremy. The new job—and salary that comes with it—also means I can afford my own place to live. I don’t plan to leave Maddox’s anytime soon, though. Not before he comes home, because he should have someone to look after his house, right? It’s almost like I live in both sides of the duplex for as often as I sleep over at Axel’s. Strangely, though, he won’t stay overnight on Maddox’s side. He has a thing about sleeping with me inside his best friend’s home. It must be a guy thing, but when I think about what Maddox doesn’t know, I do feel a little guilty. I don’t think he’ll mind we’re together—and we made it officially exclusive last night—but it still feels like a big secret we’re keeping from him.

  Axel catches my eye, like he can sense I’m thinking about him. He says something to Jeremy, then casually strolls through the bar, stopping to chat with the bartenders at the front, with a couple guys who’ve come to see him fight tonight, before finally making his way to where I’m at, punching in orders at the machine.

  It’s late, almost closing time, which means it’s almost fight time. Tonight’s the second time I’ll be seeing him fight, and I already hate it. Yeah, he won pretty easily against the guy who paid money to fight him last week, but I hated the way my heart was in my throat the whole time.

  And this time it’ll be even worse, because my heart…is in his hands.

  “Ready for your big fight?” I ask him as he stands behind me and leans in to kiss my cheek. It’s my last night—to hell with professionalism.

  “I’m ready for something else,” he says in my ear, lightly teething my lobe. “I can’t stop looking at you in those jeans. Take a break. Meet me by the bathrooms.”

  My stomach flutters with excitement. Another thing I’d normally never, ever do, but…

  Last night.

  I’m wearing a red version of the bar T-shirt. It arrived cropped, hitting me just above the belly button. I paired it with some high-waisted jeans and heeled boots, and Axel could hardly keep his hands to himself when he saw me before we left.

  “I’m taking a break,” I say offhandedly to Honey a few minutes later, after Axel’s disappeared on the
pretense of getting ready for his fight.

  I walk off to the short hallway where the bathrooms are. There’s another small room and a storage closet, but I don’t see Axel.

  Then the door to the small room cracks open. It’s usually locked—I always assumed it was Marty’s private room. But now, catching sight of Axel and peering in over his shoulder, I see a small table, a mirror, and a chair in the corner—it’s a small dressing room for Axel to change out of his street clothes into his fighting shorts. I never saw him back here last week, so I never knew what the room was.

  He draws me inside and shuts the door, then immediately pulls me close and backs me up to the little table.

  “I’m so glad you didn’t want to have a quickie in the bathroom,” I breathe against his mouth before my words are swallowed up with the deep, heated kiss he lays on me.

  “I can at least vouch I personally cleaned this room,” he assures me, then trails his lips along my neck. “It’s your last night, so I gotta send you out with a bang.”

  I giggle, closing my eyes against the feeling of his mouth on my pulse under my jaw. “I hope that’s not your policy with all outgoing female staff.”

  He draws back, his gaze suddenly intense. “No. Just the woman I’ve fallen in love with.”

  I freeze, my hands on his chest.

  Axel smooths a lock of my short hair behind my ear. “I know it’s soon. But I know how I feel. What I want. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. I don’t want to pressure you or anything. You don’t need to say it back to me until you feel ready to. But…it’s the truth. It’s what I feel for you, and I wanted you to know.”

  “Are you sure?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and a tender smile crosses his lips. “Yes, baby. I’m positive.” He leans in and kisses me softly. “I love you, Blair.”

  Words escape me for a moment as I decide whether or not I’m going to let myself cry, and he takes the pause to keep kissing me. His kisses build from slow to deep and passionate, and pretty soon, we’re both breathing hard.

  “Take this off,” he murmurs, pulling my T-shirt up over my head. He does the same, then cups my breasts through my bra. He lifts them out of their cups to tease my nipples until I’m squirming against him. He’s hard as steel, and I’m slick and ready.

  “Turn around, baby,” he breathes, and I comply, leaning against the table. He presses his chest to my back and reaches around to unbutton and unzip my jeans, pulling them down to my knees. My red lace thong follows suit. I spread my thighs as wide as I can with my jeans at my knees, which isn’t very far, and then I feel his thick cock at my entrance, slowly parting me to slide inside.

  “Fuck, that’s tight,” he says with difficulty. “Shit, baby.”

  I’m already hot and primed, and after three slow, hard thrusts at this angle and with my thighs so close together, I come like a thunderclap, moaning into the table.

  Axel leans over me. One hand plays with my nipples, the other grabs my hip. “Fuck, that was sexy. You’re not done yet, baby. I’m going to fuck this sweet, wet pussy until you come for me again.”

  “Yes, please, Axel,” I whine, tilting my ass up. “Fuck me hard.”

  He leans back and grabs my hips with both hands, then unleashes, fucking me with hard, deep plunges. The table rattles as it slams against the wall.

  I grab the edges of it, moaning loudly, the sounds of it lost under the loud music outside. Axel pins my hips to the table, and the angle allows him to hit that sensitive, engorged area inside me.

  “I’m coming, baby,” I groan. “Don’t stop!”

  The only response is a deep, excited grunt from him. From the way he’s gripping me and the strength of his strokes, I can tell he’s close too.

  Finally, I shatter, crying out, my body shuddering. He growls, thrusting in deep and holding it there while his cock throbs inside me.

  “Fuck, Blair,” he says on a deep exhale. I glance back. He tilts his head back, his chest gleaming with sweat.

  “I hope I didn’t just make you lose that fight,” I say.

  “Not a chance. Give me five minutes, and this’ll be an energy boost,” he pants.

  “But you usually fall right asleep after.” I giggle.

  He smiles down at me, tracing a finger down my spine. “This was just the warm-up for later, baby. Besides, I don’t lose.”

  “Oh, is that so?” I murmur.

  He withdraws from me gently, then smacks my ass. “That’s so.”

  We both dress and I slip out the door and shut it behind me, then scamper down the hallway to the bathrooms. I quickly clean myself up, then check myself out in the mirror to make sure I don’t have any smudged makeup or crazy hair.

  I’m just about to leave when the door opens again.

  Curtis steps inside.

  My stomach plummets.

  He shuts the door, locks it, and leans against it, folding his arms.

  “I told you our little chat wasn’t over, didn’t I?”

  8

  Axel

  Honey brings me some food a few minutes after Blair sneaks out. She has a shit-eating smirk on her face, as if she knows what went down a little while ago.

  “Pre-fight snack for the champ,” she says, setting down grilled chicken strips, rice, and broccoli. “Blair want anything?”

  My face heats. “You’d have to ask her. Isn’t she out there?”

  “Oh, don’t insult my intelligence,” Honey snaps good-naturedly. “I saw her creep out of here to the ladies’ room a second ago. I know you two are hooking up. I’m glad.”

  “It’s more than just hooking up.” I cut off a piece of chicken. “I…told her I love her.”

  Honey folds her arms, jutting out a hip. “And do you mean it?”

  “Of course I mean it.” I pop the chicken in my mouth.

  Her face softens. “Then I’m happy for you. She’s a nice girl. Treat her well. And I hope she does the same for you.”

  I smile. “Thanks.”

  I wolf down my meal after she steps out. It doesn’t bother me that Blair didn’t say those three words back to me. I know she cares about me, and I’m confident she’ll say them when she’s ready. I’m even more glad I didn’t send her running out of the room, freaked out, because I told her. I needed her to know the truth.

  When I finish my food, I take it back to Honey, who grabs it and sticks it in the sink. I glance around for Blair, but don’t see her. With a frown, I turn back to Honey. “You seen Blair?”

  Her frown matches mine as she leans over the bar. “No, now that you mention it. She didn’t go back to your room?”

  “No. She just said she was going to the ladies’ room.”

  Honey steps around the bar. Wordlessly, I follow her down the hall toward the bathrooms. She tries the doorknob of the ladies’ room. “It’s locked.”

  “She’s still in there, then?” I say.

  Honey turns to face me, her brows drawing together, and then from inside the bathroom, we both hear it.

  A choked, pained grunt.

  “Oh, fuck,” Honey gasps, grabbing the handle again. “The key. We need the key! Maybe Marty—”

  There’s no time. I pull Honey out of the way, then kick the shit out of the door, near the frame, under the doorknob.

  It flies open, and, yes. Blair still is in the bathroom. The problem is, she’s not alone.

  Curtis has her huddled on the ground where he looms over her. One hand is twisted in her hair while the other one grips her face.

  Instantly, I see red.

  I lunge at him.

  He sees me coming and shoves a hard fist in my chest, sending me back a couple steps. I regain my balance and lunge for him again, but large hands grab my shoulders, holding me back.

  It’s Marty.

  “In the cage,” he hisses at me. “Take this shit to the cage! Do not tear my place apart! Do you know how much it’s going to cost to get this door fixed?”

  “Fuck your door,” I rag
e at him.

  “I’ll fight this asshole,” Curtis says, throwing a lazy hand at me. “Anytime, anyplace. We got a score to settle.”

  Seething, I jerk in Marty’s grasp, but another pair of hands has joined his. Jeremy’s.

  “Let me go,” I hiss at him.

  He gives me an apologetic look. “One of these fights will get you arrested and kicked out of the Army, bro. The other one will make you money. Don’t let your temper get the best of you.”

  “Fuck the money!”

  But Marty’s already pulling me backward, wedging himself between me and Curtis. “Honey, get the little sweetie off the ground.”

  Honey swallows but eases past Curtis to help Blair off the floor. At a first glance, she doesn’t look harmed, but her eyes are wide and there are tears on her cheeks.

  I will kill this bastard.

  Before I can tell Marty to shove everything up his ass, he turns to the crowd of customers gathered behind us, watching the spectacle with excitement.

  “A love triangle, folks,” he intones. “Between my very own bouncer and the beautiful waitress. This gigantic, ginger son of a bitch is trying to ruin everything. Will love prevail? Find out in…the Pit!”

  To my utter, disgusted shock, a thrilled roar goes up from the crowd. There’s a huge surge as people start moving toward the back of the bar, where stairs will take them down to the basement he’s turned into a fighting pit. Marty’s no better than a cheap, generic version of Vince McMahon, yet somehow, people still eat it all up.

  Marty whirls to face me. “Get in there and fight, kid, and I’ll up your cut to seventy-five percent tonight. We should plan to do some kind of made up story from now on, don’t you think?”

  “This is my real life,” I snap at Marty. “That piece of shit put his hands on my girl. For the second fucking time.”

  “I know,” he says, drawing it out and placing his hands on my shoulders. “Get in there and do what you do best. Just make us some money while you’re at it. He’s ready for you. You’re not gonna back down, are you? You’re my champ. You’re not gonna let him take your belt, are you?”