BANG

by Blake, Joanna

  Trent

  The look on her face was priceless. I’d tricked her. But I didn’t care.

  She’d said yes.

  “You’re mine. Say it.”

  She was gasping, out of breath as I plunged in and out of her writhing body.

  “Yes- yes!”

  I stopped, my cock pulled out to the very edge of her pussy lips. I felt her body grasp at me and smiled.

  “That’s not what I asked.”

  “What- oh God please Trent!”

  I grinned at her. People could probably hear us. I didn’t care.

  “You’re mine.”

  I slipped back in part way.

  “Hmmmfff… oh God yes I am yours.”

  “That’s right Lexi. Good girl. Now you can have your reward.”

  She groaned as I started fucking her in earnest. I went faster now, bringing her to a frenzy. She was wild beneath me. Hair tangled, cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with lust.

  Absolutely fucking perfect.

  “Are you ready sweetheart?”

  She moaned beneath me, her hips bucking wildly.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I grasped her hips, working my cock in a small circle again and again. I knew the exact spot inside her that would bring the most pleasure. That would drive her completely out of her mind.

  She came almost instantly, her pussy clenching around me in satin waves. I tried to hold out, to make it last, but she felt too good.

  Besides, we had guests waiting outside.

  I grunted as my orgasm overtook me. My head fell back as lightning seemed to shoot out of my dick. That’s how it was with her.

  It felt electric.

  It felt biblical.

  It felt fucking epic.

  On and on it went, my cock pulsing out my seed. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. I kissed her beautiful face.

  She blinked up at me, looking deliciously dazed. Anyone who looked at her would know she’d been thoroughly loved. They’d know she belonged to me.

  “Now we can go back to the party.”

  Six (and a half) Months Later

  Trent

  I paced back and forth in the waiting room. It was ironic in a way. We’d started in a hospital. And here we were again.

  A different hospital this time of course.

  For a much happier reason.

  My bride to be had surprised us all with a little present- two weeks early. They were doing something to her- prepping her for delivery. I hadn’t wanted to leave but she’d waved me off, cool as a cucumber.

  Joss kept texting me. He wanted to see the baby before any of the other guys in our unit. He said Chan wanted to see it too. I laughed. Stone Face and Ass Floss. Two Godfathers for our baby girl.

  If she ever made an appearance.

  Lexi’s water had burst this morning on her way to a meeting at the Nurses’ Scholarship Fund. She might not be actively nursing anymore, but she still worked hard. Her focus now was helping nurses in need and running a charity that provided scholarships for nursing students.

  All that on top of helping me design some furniture for the babies room and encouraging me to work on my music. All of which had led to performing an occasional gig around LA.

  She was basically a super hero in the flesh.

  I heard her moan and I pushed the door open.

  “I’m okay. It’s just a contraction.”

  I stared dumbfounded at the nurse who was shaving between Lexi’s legs.

  “That’s why I left the room? I could have done that.”

  I grinned at my fiancé.

  “I’d love to do that.”

  She giggled and the nurse shook her head, looking slightly scandalized.

  Then Lexi moaned again and I ran to her side. The nurse wiped off the soap and water, paging the doctor.

  “I think it’s time.”

  “What? Now?”

  “Some babies come quickly. Others take their time. This one seems to be in a hurry.”

  Lexi giggled.

  “Just like her daddy.”

  After that it was a blur. I stood by Lexi’s side, encouraging her to breath and relax. She pushed down when the doctors said to. She was in pain. I hated it. Thankfully it didn’t last all that long. On the fifteenth push, a baby girl came sliding out.

  My baby.

  Ours.

  I watched in awe as they cleaned her off, handing the wriggling bundle to my glowing fiancé. How she looked this good after that was beyond me. But like always, she was beautiful.

  Our daughter’s puffy pink face was crunched into a ball as she let out a wail. I laughed. She had my lungs.

  Her eyes opened and she stared up at us.

  But thank goodness, she had her mother’s eyes.

  Thank you for reading BANG! If you enjoyed this book please let me know on Amazon and Goodreads! You can find me on Facebook, Twitter, or you can email me at: JoannaBlakeRomance@gmail.com

  Credits:

  Rebel Edit & Design

  Furious Fotog

  Shawn Dawson

  One More Page Book Promotions

  Pincushion Press

  Other works by Joanna Blake:

  Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Club)

  Still Waters (Devil’s Riders MC Club)

  Safe In His Arms (Devil’s Riders MC Club)

  Devil’s Riders: Before You (A prequel to the Devil’s Rider’s Trilogy)

  Slay Me (Rock Gods)

  Dare Me (Rock Gods)

  Cover Me (Rock Gods)

  Ride With Me (The Delancey Brothers)

  BRO’

  A Bad Boy For Summer

  PLAYER

  GRIND

  Turn the page for your bonus book BRO’! Or skip ahead to A Bad Boy For Summer!

  After your bonus books find excerpts from Joanna Blake’s PLAYER, GRIND and Bound To Me.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Title page

  BRO’

  Joanna Blake

  Chapter One - Interruption

  Chapter Two - Infatuation

  Chapter Three - Inquisition

  Chapter Four - Acquisition

  Chapter Five - Equation

  Chapter Six - Depression

  Chapter Seven - Persuasion

  Chapter Eight - Inebriation

  Chapter Nine - Aggravation

  Chapter Ten - Aggression

  Chapter Eleven - Emotion

  Chapter Twelve - Deception

  Chapter Thirteen - Restitution

  Chapter Fourteen - Deduction

  Chapter Fifteen - Devastation

  Chapter Sixteen - Competition

  Chapter Seventeen - Domination

  Chapter Eighteen - Seduction

  Chapter Nineteen - Devotion

  Chapter Twenty - Rejection

  Chapter Twenty One - Obsession

  Chapter Twenty Two - Assumption

  Chapter Twenty Three - Elevation

  Six Months Later

  Copyright © <2015>

  All rights reserved.

  I have been so blessed to become immersed in the indie book scene. Throughout it all, a few steadfast friends have encouraged me and kept me sane. Sabrina Paige, Jordan Marie, Cora Brent and Jess Peterson, thank you for making me laugh on this crazy journey! And for kicking my butt when necessary.

  I am so lucky to have worked on this book with my photographer Shauna Kruse of Kruse Images & Photography, cover artist Margreet Asselbergs of Rebel Edit & Design and of course our wonderful cover model Craig Gerish. And again (!!!) the amazing Jess Peterson of Breathless Book Promotions for guiding me through the promotional process. Thank you all, you sexy things!

  Check out the links at the end of this book for more information on all of them!

  Of course, to everyone at Pincushion Press: I would not be here without you. I often wonder how I got to be so lucky.

  And to my amazing team of fans who nu
dged me to hurry up and release a new book and continue spread the word: this is for you!

  Xoxox,

  Joanna

  Chapter One

  Clay

  I stared at the girl kneeling in front of me. Her light blond head was bobbing up and down on my cock with more enthusiasm than skill. My lips curled a bit into my signature sneer. I couldn’t help it. Jessica was boring the fuck out of me.

  “Not now babe.”

  “But Clay-“

  I tucked my dick back into my pants.

  “I said, not now. I have to pack.”

  I turned around and didn’t turn back until I heard the door open and close behind me. I didn’t have to feel bad about it. Yeah, I still had a semi, but if that’s the best she could inspire, it wasn’t worth my time.

  I judged a situation, a girl, on how hard my dick got.

  The first few times with Jessica had been after, or during, parties at my Frat house, Sigma Kau Delta. So I’d been more than a little inebriated. Jess was hot, so I’d chalked it up to Whiskey Dick. But when she started popping over to my room unannounced, I’d started to get bored.

  After all, she wasn’t the only chick I was banging on the regs. I had plenty of girls to chose from, and if all she gave me was a semi, then she wasn’t getting another ride on Mr. Fancy.

  I smiled and tossed a stack of freshly laundered polo shirts into my duffle bag. Besides, there was lots to ‘inspire’ me back home. Girls I’d banged in High School. Girls I hadn’t banged in High School. Even that little cutie who lived on my father’s estate.

  I chuckled and whipped out my phone, pulling up her number.

  Nevada, also known as Mouse. A stripper name if I ever heard one. But she wasn’t like that. She was quiet, shy, sweet even. And her big hazel eyes had been following me around since she and her single mother had moved into the apartment above the garage. I snickered. I’d always teased the girl that she was lucky she didn’t live in the regular servants quarters, behind the stables. Because it smelled like horse shit over there.

  I punched out a text, deciding I might give her the time of day this summer. Maybe she’d even get a taste of the good stuff. Me.

  Miss me?

  I dropped my phone into my pocket and went back to packing. I didn’t need to wait for a response. I knew damn well she had missed me.

  She always did.

  Nevada

  I stared at my phone, frowning. Lucy raised an eyebrow.

  “Another guy Nev?”

  “Yeah. I mean, not really.”

  I smiled sheepishly at my roommate and picked up the dustpan again.

  “Sorry. A guy from home.”

  “Uh huh. I thought you said you were a late bloomer.”

  “I was! I am I mean. He’s just… a friend.”

  Lucy laughed.

  “A friend whose mind is going to be blown when he sees you all grown up?”

  A blush tinged my cheeks. I’d gone away to freshman year in the fall as a skinny little 17 year old. Now I was 18 and I’d somehow, miraculously, finally grown up. My mother had told me it would happen eventually but I hadn’t believed her.

  Up until seven months ago, I’d been flat as a pancake and smooth as a stick.

  But not any longer.

  Now, I stopped traffic with my figure. My long honey colored hair and big eyes only added to the allure, or so I was told. Not to mention the fact that I didn’t put out. Not yet anyway.

  I’d become quite the hot commodity on campus but I wasn’t really impressed by all the attention. It’s what was inside that counted anyway. I guess people always wanted what they couldn’t have. But either way, I couldn’t help hoping that he saw me that way too.

  Clayton Westfield.

  The bane of my existence.

  Also the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.

  I sighed, admitting the truth to myself. I had been hoping he noticed that I’d finally grown up. Just for the satisfaction of seeing the look on his face.

  “I hope so.”

  “I’m sure. Just don’t forget, books before boys.”

  “Yes mama bear.”

  Lucy was a sweetheart. A flamboyantly feminine girl with a solid head on her shoulders. Even if that head was topped with a mountain of poofy blond hair. We were so different on the outside but inside, we were far more alike. We both had the same values. Girls, before guys. Work hard. Be nice. No pretensions.

  I was beyond lucky that we’d been assigned to the same dorm room.

  The dorm room we were now frantically trying to clean up. It wouldn’t mean as much to Lucy, her being from a well to do family and all, but I did not want the three hundred dollar charge for leaving a dirty room to show up on my mother’s desk. Things were tight as it was, even with the partial scholarship she got me as part of her job.

  “Nev, what time does your bus leave again?”

  “Two o’clo- oh FUCK!”

  I glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been in the room when we moved in so we’d left it for the next girls who would live there. But right now it said something ominous.

  It said 1:45.

  “Oh my God! I have to go- I’ll never make it!”

  “Yes you will- go go go! I’ll finish cleaning up, don’t worry.”

  Lucy tossed me my bag and I hugged her tightly.

  “Love you!!!”

  “Love you too- text me Nev!”

  I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

  Then I was out the door.

  Chapter Two

  Clay

  I adjusted myself in my seat and leaned back. The stewardess brought me my drink, a bloody mary. I slipped her a twenty and dismissed her from my mind. She stood there for a moment, confused. Then she tottered off on her impossibly high heels, her firm ass wiggling suggestively.

  I knew it was for my benefit.

  I wasn’t impressed. I did take a moment to wonder how she walked in those things.

  What the hell did she do if it got turbulent?

  I was sure she was used to guys throwing themselves at her. She was cute and the warm invitation in her eyes had been unmistakable from the moment I boarded. Being in first class did have its perks. Like having the occasional flight attendant take you into the private bathroom to lick your johnson. But I was tired. I wasn’t in the mood. Besides, who knew if she was even good at it?

  Been there, done that.

  Trust me, the mile high club is not all it’s cut out to be. Not that I ever let a tight squeeze get in the way of getting my rocks off. But I was distracted.

  Nev wasn’t texting me back.

  Everyone else from Pembrook was though. My phone was on vibrate but it was still blowing up. It had been all day.

  When you coming home bro?

  Party at Stew’s this weekend

  Hey Clay I’m home if you want to chill

  The last one made me grin. It was from Jen. She’d been my most regular fuck buddy since Junior year of high school. That was four years ago. Considering my spotty track record with women, that made us practically engaged.

  Not.

  It did mean that when she said ‘chill’ it meant getting my dick waxed.

  I picked up my phone. Hell, why not? Jen was a cool girl. She knew I wasn’t looking for a relationship. She just liked my cock. And she was good at handling it.

  Soon

  I flipped through my texts again to the one with Nev’s name. The little hooker hadn’t bothered to write back, but it said clear as day that it had been read. I grinned.

  I’d make her pay for that.

  That could be fun.

  Nevada

  The bus jolted to a stop, making my stomach lurch. I’d barely eaten since yesterday and now I was getting car sick. The driver was a complete lunatic.

  I hated buses. I always had. Which was ironic since it was more or less the only way I travelled.

  I had been on a plane exactly once, when I was eight years old. And that was to go to a funer
al. My grandfather’s funeral on my mother’s side.

  Not that we even knew the relatives on my father’s side. Or if he had any.

  Usually, we took the train home to the tiny midwestern town my mother had grown up in. I liked the train, with its gentle rocking motion and endless things to look at out the window. But after my dad left, it was bus city. We just couldn’t afford anything as nice as a train ride, let alone flying the friendly skies.

  That’s until Mom got the job working for Mr. Westfield. She’d come on as head housekeeper but quickly became indispensable to the wealthy, powerful man. He owned many businesses but was primarily known for his wineries in Sonoma County. That’s where we lived now. On his mammoth estate in wine country.

  It was beautiful of course. But boring. Especially if you didn’t have money coming out of your eardrums. I existed in a non-existent category somewhere between ‘the help’ and ‘old money.’

  Still I tried not to complain.

  How many poor girls got to live on an estate? Mr. Westfield had even paid for me to attend the Pembrook Academy, where his own son attended school. I grimaced, thinking of his impossibly perfect son. So handsome he should be on a magazine cover. So rich, he never had to think about money, other than how to spend it. So connected, he’d been turning down invitations before he was born.

  Clayton. Also known as Clay.

  He was excellent at sports, including tennis, golf, track, baseball and soccer. He was smart, acing his tests without much effort from what I could tell. I’d literally never seen him with a book. Even in the hallways at school.

  Not surprisingly, he was arrogant as hell.

  And wild.

  My God he was wild. I’d been watching his antics for years now. He was just two years ahead of me in school so I’d had plenty of time to observe him.

  He was the most popular guy in school and I was a nobody. A nobody who lived in his world. Directly, actually, physically in his world. He could have hated me, or looked down on me. But he didn’t do either. Not that he went out of his way to hang out with me or anything.