Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

by Gina Kincade

  Not Your Bitch by Angelica Dawson

  Published by Naughty Nights Press LLC

  http://naughtynightspress.com/

  First Individual Digital Edition October 2016

  ISBN: 978-1-926514-48-2

  Originally Published in the

  Beyond the Veil Boxed Set

  April 2016

  ISBN: 978-1-926514-28-4

  Copyright © 2016 by Angelica Dawson

  All rights reserved. This book is copyrighted and protected by law.

  Acknowledgements

  I want to thank my fellow authors, S.J. Maylee has been my beta-reader all through the Blue Moon House series, and Gina Kincade who is always there for me: at rock bottom and the highest heights.

  Prologue

  First Bitch

  Zoe hunched over her book, swept away by Fitzgerald. She frowned when a shadow fell over the words, impeding her consumption. She looked up but couldn’t see clearly who loomed over her, his face as shadowed as her page.

  “What’s a sweet thing like you doing all alone?”

  Zoe’s cheeks grew warm, and she looked away. She was completely unprepared for compliments. None of the boys in high school had said more than two words to her. “Reading,” she murmured.

  “Well, I can see that.” He turned and took a seat next to her. “Why are you alone?”

  Now she could see his unruly hair and lopsided smile. “Because I haven’t made new friends yet?”

  “Ah, well, let me be the first, then. I’m Elliot.” He planted his palm on the grass near her right hip.

  She twisted further to the left. “Zoe. It’s very nice to meet you.”

  “And you. Are you alone tonight as well?” His eyes moved from her plush belly to her ample bosom, hesitating there.

  “Uh, yeah. You?”

  His grin widened, and he nodded. “Yes. Would you like to join me?”

  Zoe’s head spun slightly. A boy was asking her out. University really was better than high school. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

  “Good. I have to buy some books.” He waved a hand toward the bookstore. “After that, I’d like to meet you at Earl’s. You know where it is?”

  Zoe pushed a brown curl away from her eyes and behind one of her ears. “Yeah, just off 87th, right?”

  “That’s right. I’ll be there at six if you will.”

  “I will. Thank you.”

  “Good.” He shifted quickly and his lips brushed hers before she had time to comprehend what he was doing. “Later, Zoe.” He jumped up and walked through the quad.

  Zoe touched her lips. Had that really just happened?

  “WHERE DO YOU LIVE?” Elliot asked, pulling out his wallet.

  “I can cover my own.” Zoe tried to take the receipt.

  Elliot’s hand slapped down on it, clipping her fingertips. “Nonsense. I have this. If you want, you can get the next one.”

  “The next one?” Zoe heard the tremor in her voice and heat grew in her cheeks. He wanted to see her.

  “Sure. We will have many more dates like this.”

  Once more, Zoe looked away, shyness getting the better of her. “Okay.”

  “Now, where do you live?” Elliot leaned forward.

  “I have a basement suite in Bonnie Doon.”

  “That’s a bus ride, right?”

  Zoe nodded. “Just one. And it runs every fifteen minutes. I’ve found it very convenient so far.”

  “Excellent. Let’s go there.”

  Zoe hesitated for the first time. Elliot had swept her off her feet, but was she ready to take him home? Was that safe?

  “Zoe?” he asked, reaching across the table to brush her cheek. “Don’t you want to have more fun tonight?”

  Her cheeks fired up again. “Y-yes. Very much.”

  “Well, let’s go.” He offered her his hand to step down from the booth. The small gesture stroked the romantic inside her.

  Elliot stole more kisses on the walk to the bus stop, and his hands wandered over her backside while they waited. He wasn’t firm in his caresses, testing her boundaries. Zoe wondered if she had any.

  How many years had she waited for this? How long ago had she given up on ever winning the attention of a man like Elliot? She yearned to see how far it could go.

  Standing aside to allow her to board the bus, Elliot followed and then sat beside her, pressing her to the window. Once there, his fingers combed through her hair and held her round cheeks. He kissed her more deeply than the stolen pecks he’d taken so far. She could taste the beers he’d consumed with dinner.

  “Do you like dark beers?”

  “I like a lot of beers. You should’ve had a drink too. You’re tense.” His fingers tightened on her shoulder, squeezing.

  “Just...just a little overwhelmed.”

  “Oh, sweetie, you don’t need to worry. I’ll make sure you have a good time tonight.”

  Zoe smiled and reached her arm around him, pulling him closer. He pressed in, plastering her to the side of the bus while his tongue explored her mouth. She tried to keep up, but her kiss was sloppy, impeding him as often as echoing. Instead, she let him lead.

  Zoe noticed the mall passing outside. “Mm, stop,” she said, pushing him back enough to reach up and pull the stop request cord.

  “No problem, sweetheart. Let’s get off this tin can.”

  Elliot held her hand until they reached the side door of Mrs. Brown’s house. The lights were on upstairs and through the sliver between the curtains, Zoe could see Wash playing a video game on the television. The boy had been so welcoming when she moved into their basement last week.

  “Zoe?” Elliot asked.

  “Oh, yeah.” She shook her head and pulled out her keys.

  At the bottom of the stairs, Elliot pressed her to the wall. This time, his hand slipped under her shirt and over her belly toward one full breast. Zoe shivered and trembled, completely caught off guard by how much her body wanted this. She should be slowing him down, but the blood rising in her didn’t want that.

  His nose moved to her ear, making her skin tingle the whole length to her toes. "I have you to myself." He trapped her earlobe between his lips. Her arms linked behind his head, gripping his dirty blond hair.

  "What would you do with me?" she asked, half in anticipation, half in fear.

  "Devour you." He proceeded to do just that, taking nipping bites of her jaw and throat. “Bed?” He stepped back just enough for Zoe to slip past him and open the door to her bedroom. “Yeah.” he said with a smile. Walked her backward to the bed, he lifted her legs so she splayed over the mattress. Spinning her legs around, he climbed atop the bed with his hips between her thighs and resumed his kisses. She could feel his hardness against her crotch and wished there were a fewer layers between them. Even so, the roughness of her underwear against her skin was a sharp contrast to the wetness lower.

  One of Elliot’s large calloused hands wrapped around her ankle and slid slowly up her leg to the knee. He continued over her thigh and reached her fly, releasing button and zipper. Zoe’s hands reached out to grab his shoulders, unsure what she should do. His hand pushed her knee out slightly, and he slid back, taking her jeans and panties with him.

  She gasped realizing what he sought and her breathing grew more ragged. He sat back on his ankles long enough to drop his own pants to his knees. She stared at his thick hard cock, standing straight out. He planned to put that inside her? For the first time she worried about how much this might hurt.

  His fingers slid over her private parts, parts that had only been touched by herself and her family doctor. The wetness gathered there burned over her clit where he spread it. “Yes, Elliot. That feels so good.” She shivered and shook, her hands tangling in his hair. She should be touching him, she was sure but had no clue where to start or what to do.

  "Ah!" she gasped feeling him hard against the inside of her leg. Her eyes still wide, she shifted, moving that hardness where she knew they both wanted it.

&nb
sp; "I'm ready," she whispered despite her fear. This would hurt, but she wanted to feel it anyway.

  "You are," he agreed, leaning over Zoe and positioning himself. This resulted in the head of his cock rubbing over her skin several times before settling into her opening. He pushed, working his way into her an inch at a time. Just when she thought this wouldn’t be as bad as she thought, he thrust.

  She scraped her nails down his back and cried out. The stimulating fire of him touching her had turned into an inferno of pain scorching her sex. Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for it to pass.

  “Zoe?” He brushed away tears from her eyes. At the same time his hips shifted and his cock pulled free. Without the stretching, Zoe’s pain lessened. “Better now?”

  She nodded, sniffing. "I'm fine."

  “Good.” He fondled her sex and she flinched, expecting it would still hurt. Using a single finger, he swirled around her pussy and drew a line up to her clit, circled that and returned. “Take a moment, and then it’ll feel even better.” She didn’t need his assurances; his teasing had already made the pain a dull ache rather than a fire. Soon she was nudging him with her knee to get him between her legs again.

  “That’s my slutty girl, wanting more.”

  Her brows drew together. Slutty? Surely she wasn’t that. She didn’t have time to dwell on it as Elliot thrust into her. He was right. This time she squeezed him inside her and felt her abdomen clench and roll.

  Elliot groaned, and his forehead touched the pillow beside her face. “Fuck, yes. God, you are so fucking tight. You’ve squeezed it out of me.” She shook and twitched at the feel of him throbbing inside her, another wave of pleasure washing over her. Letting his arms fold, he collapsed atop, his body full against her. She shimmied to the side to make them both more comfortable. His hand rested on her ample bosom, cupping her breast. “Was it too much?” His thumb ran over her nipple.

  Zoe moaned and arched her back. “No. Not too much.”

  “Good. Then let’s sleep and in the morning, we can do it again.”

  Zoe listened to Elliot’s deep regular breathing. Her mind was still racing, still breaking down what had happened. A guy had shown an interest in her. No, more than that, he had been turned on by her. She would never consider herself sexy, but Elliot must.

  What would her mother think? She’d gone off to University and taken the first guy she met home.

  Remembering how easily classmates and friends had been able to cajole her into any task, maybe her mother wouldn’t think it odd at all.

  Elliot’s relaxed face looked boyish, like her little cousin or those fat cherubs on valentines. His mouth curved up in what would seem a smirk if he were awake. As she watched, his cheek twitched and she stifled a giggle.

  Zoe used the palm of her hand to push his hair off his brow and kissed the top of his head. It wasn’t the romance she’d dreamed of, but it was more than she hoped for anymore.

  “My bitch,” he muttered in his sleep.

  Zoe assumed she’d heard wrong, but by then she was drifting off as well.

  Chapter One

  “Can't you go any faster? How much crap do you have in there?”

  “Just give me a second. I felt them.” Zoe continued to rummage through her purse. She had heard the keys slip through her fingers and farther into the bag just a second ago. What was Elliot in such a hurry for? Wasn't he planning to stay the night? What was a couple of minutes if they were going to have hours?

  Maybe he doesn’t want hours. It wasn't like he was hanging on her words or fascinated by her body.

  “Zoe! Hello.”

  Zoe cringed. The last thing she needed was Elliot pissing off her landlady. “Hello, Mrs. Brown. I'm having trouble finding my keys.”

  “Oh, here, I can let you in.” The key was different from Mrs. Brown’s front door, but she kept it on her ring. It was her house after all, and she had saved Zoe from disaster once before when she left the iron plugged in. Zoe had never caught her snooping or hovering. Her son, on the other hand...

  “Hi, Zoe!” Wash was only fourteen. He had taken to spiking his hair with gel and wearing body spray. Zoe liked him better before. Everyone grew up, she supposed, but the twelve year-old she'd met when she moved in was in awe of her. This boy seemed to give her a different look. “Who are you?” he asked Elliot.

  “Wash, manners. I'm sorry, Zoe,” Mrs. Brown said while unlocking the door. “You can have any visitors you like, of course.” She gave her son a look Zoe did recognize—the same one her mother gave her even at twenty-two. It said, shut up and stay shut up. It made her smile.

  Elliot wasn't smiling. “Yeah, whatever. Let's go.” His fingers latched onto her upper arm. She winced slightly. It probably wouldn't bruise, but it didn't feel nice, either.

  “Hey, Wash, what's keeping you?”

  Zoe glanced in the direction of the new voice, and Elliot did as well. The man standing in the open front door was her age with creamy brown skin like Mrs. Brown and Wash. He had the same glossy black hair as Wash, but his wasn't styled. It was short and pointing in a hundred directions. It didn't detract from his slightly wild visage, the stubble on his jaw, the curls of chest hair revealed by his half unbuttoned shirt, his torn jeans...Zoe pulled her gaze back to Elliot, heat rising in her cheeks.

  “Everything okay, Auntie Norm?” he asked, stepping onto the stoop.

  “Fine,” Zoe said, rushing to her door. All the eyes on her made her cheeks even hotter. She had to get out of there. “Thank you, Mrs. Brown.”

  Elliot, his grip never easing, shoved her through the door she was already eager to escape through.

  “What the hell?” the man on the stoop asked.

  She didn't hear anything else as the door slammed and Elliot pushed her down the stairs.

  “Stop!” Zoe cried, missing a step and sliding down hard on her hip.

  He scooped her up and put her on her feet, then began pushing again. “I don't like waiting, and I don't like being upstaged.”

  Of course he had noticed her looking at Mrs. Brown's nephew.

  “Get those clothes off, now. And then I want to watch you make me something to eat.”

  It had taken her years to land a boyfriend. So despite her desire to say no, she dropped her shirt and pants at the bottom of the stairs, and entered the tiny kitchen/dining/living room of her basement suite. Hopefully her underwear would suffice.

  He didn't argue and lounged in the only upholstered chair, leaving her the wooden dining table one. She fixed a sandwich, grilling it the way he liked, and made a plain one for herself. She didn't like the gooey cheese on her crisp lettuce.

  She was flipping his when his hand slipped into her large brief panties and pulled them down. “I thought you were going to replace these.”

  “They're the most comfortable,” she tried to explain, but he sent them to her ankles.

  “Give them to me,” he told her.

  Closing her eyes, she stepped out of them. She turned at the sound of scissors. Her jaw dropped as he cut them in half before throwing them in the trash.

  “What are you—”

  “Find new ones. Or don't wear any. For fuck's sake, Zoe, why do you think I come here? The decor?”

  Zoe actually loved her cozy apartment. It was why she hadn't even considered looking for another while she finished her degree. She'd gotten permission, and some money, from Mrs. Brown to paint, buy curtains, and install laminate flooring. Now she had pretty rugs on the clean floors and her bedroom was a lawn green that made it feel like spring even in the dead of winter. The bathroom still needed work, but a new tub wasn't a necessity, so she managed with the odd pink thing. Her bookshelf filled one wall and her table folded up if she needed the space, which she almost never did.

  “Well?” Elliot asked, looking for a response.

  She took a deep breath to fight telling him off. “I understand.”

  “Good.” He stepped closer, rubbing his hand over her round bottom
and making her shiver.

  “Shit!” she said, turning to the burning sandwich and flipping it onto a plate.

  “Stupid bitch,” he said lightly, shaking his head. He seemed to think the term was endearing, like she should be happy to be his pet. Sometimes she didn't mind. Today, it was grating.

  “Here.” She shoved a plate into his hands. Her own sandwich disappeared in seconds and she opened the fridge to find something else to eat.

  Her bra unsnapped behind her. Zoe straightened and closed the fridge door. She wasn't going to get to eat anything more.

  Elliot ran his hands over her plus-sized figure, making her flab flap by lifting and dropping it. He moved his attention to her F sized breasts next.

  “Come with me,” he whispered in her ear.

  Zoe closed her eyes, hearing love where he only had lust. She imagined him worshipping her body and taking her slowly, carefully. But she knew that wouldn’t happen.

  He bent her over her bed and slapped her ass. “That's my tail.” He slapped the other cheek harder than the first. Zoe continued to dream of what she really wanted. He was caressing her ass, teasing her.

  His cock seemed to split her in two, but damn if it didn't feel good once it got moving.

  “Yeah, Zoe. Make me come. Squeeze it out of me.”

  Zoe was squeezing him, but in her mind it came after she had already climaxed twice at his hands and mouth—impressive when he'd only done the former and hadn't done that in months. Her imagination had developed over the years. It seemed the only way she got any fulfilment at all.

  He wasn't done with her. He curled up on the bed, pulling her hips back into his cock until he was ready to go again.

  “Y'know what I would like?” he asked, his breath thick in her ear.

  “What's that?”

  “I want to fuck your ass. I know you always say no, but I want it. I don't know how many more times I'll come over without getting it.”