Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  As soon as he did, she made it clear to him that this was precisely what she had in mind as well. Gazing deep into his eyes, Holly raised her left leg over his body and straddled him. He reached forward and grabbed his cock, as bent her body down. She pressed her mouth against his, as he guided his manhood to her entrance. Lost in the magic of her kiss, he savored her long, muffled moan, as her pussy engulfed his cock.

  “Give it to me, baby.” She said, her voice dripping with lust, as he wrapped his arms around her back. “Fuck me hard.”

  Without wasting any time, he started pushing his manhood in and out of her, enjoying yet another one of her fiery kisses. Her nipples brushed against his chest, as he flexed his strong muscles around her, feeling her juices running down his shaft. Overwhelmed by the feel of his big, stiff cock inside her, Holly tilted her head back, sliding her hands across his shoulders. He didn’t appreciate such an abrupt end to their kiss, but with her big breasts, bouncing up and down so close to him, he would not complain. Jake moved his head up, just enough to take her left one into his mouth. Sliding his hands down her back, he sucked on it, as she squeezed his firm skin, her moans audible over his. He cupped her ass cheeks, flicking his tongue over her hard nipple, as she grabbed and held onto him. The sensation of her supple flesh back in his palms sent him to heaven. Jake quickened his pace, sending waves of ecstasy pulsing through her pussy, as she ran her hands up his neck to cup each side of his face.

  “Make me come again, baby!” Holly groaned and tilted her head down as the sound of his big, heavy balls slapping against her ass filled their ears. He spread her butt cheeks first and then slapped them, forcing an even louder, sexier moan out of her. Gently biting her nipple, he squeezed her ass, feeling her juices on the base of his shaft. Her other breast was bouncing wildly up and down, as he thrust into her pussy, fast and hard. Holly was overcome by another, even more powerful orgasm that literally shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. Jake felt her vagina tighten up around his cock, just before her warm juices drenched his shaft.

  Unable to withhold his own climax anymore, he pulled out, spurting his own juices all over the sheets, as his loud, manly grunts filled the room. Holly collapsed in his embrace, exhausted and panting for breath.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped, snuggling up against him. “I’m still shaking.”

  “Me, too,” he snorted, sliding his hands up her back. “Welcome back, baby. Welcome back.”

  “Ok, I have to ask,” Holly said in a sweet tone as she stroked his shoulder. “What changed your mind?”

  “Well, lots of things.” Jake sighed. “I had some time to think about what I could have done differently. Sure, you hurt me, but I didn’t want be miserable anymore. Your love is more important to me than my pride, Holly. The envelope was a major factor, too. It made me realize how much you care about me.”

  “Always, baby.” She kissed him on the chest. “The feds were really pissed when they found out. They screamed at everybody in the station. But, in the end, they couldn’t prove who stole that evidence. They left this morning.”

  “Oh, thank God,” he whispered, as relief flashed in his eyes. “I was really worried about that.”

  “I wasn’t,” Holly maintained. “I can do other things. My mom needs help at the grocery store. I never liked that job. I’d rather work in the bar again.”

  “Don’t even think about it,” he stated in a firm voice. “A bar is no place for a pregnant lady.”

  “I never said I would.” She smiled up at him. “I just said I like it better.”

  The blissful look in her big, brown eyes made his heart flutter. Holly kissed him on the chin and made her way up his face, as he caressed her wrist. Her gentle, tender kiss on his mouth sent waves of euphoria down his spine.

  “I love you, my angel.” He whispered, as she leaned slowly back. His words put a happy smile on her face.

  “I love you too, baby.” She said in her sweet, feminine voice, looking deep into his eyes. “More than you know.”

  34

  The next morning, Jake left Adams in high spirits, maintaining that he had very important business in Boston. Holly asked him about it, but he merely said that it had to do with a new, cheaper supplier for his bar. She went to work and, right after the end of her shift, Cathy picked her up. She was eager to know about the night before and started asking questions as soon as her friend entered her car. Amused by her impatience, Holly kept her mouth shut and giggled throughout the short drive as the sun set on that chilly, early March night. As a matter of fact, she continued to laugh heartily until they were in Cathy’s living room.

  “Oh, for crying out loud, Holly!” she spoke in frustrated tones. “Why is it so funny to you?”

  “Because you get all squeaky,” Holly chuckled, clutching her stomach. “That’s always hilarious.”

  “It’s ok,” Cathy said, making her voice sound sweeter. “You can laugh at me all you want. You’re smiling again. That’s what matters.”

  “Yeah,” Holly replied with a satisfied nod. “Well, there’s nothing much to say, really. You saw us kissing. We had sex, we cuddled… What else would you like to know?”

  “All the spicy details,” Cathy insisted with a raised eyebrow. “Start talking.”

  “No, you don’t.” Holly waved her hand in front of her face. “You never want to know about those.”

  “That’s true.” Cathy nodded. “Did you guys decide on a name yet?”

  “We were too busy doing other things,” Holly said, with a delightful smile on her face. “If it’s a girl, I would like the name ‘Cathy’. I’ll ask him. I don’t think he’ll have a problem with that.”

  “Oh, my God,” Cathy assumed an even sweeter tone. “You’d name your child after me?”

  “Of course I would,” Holly affirmed. “You’ve been my best friend since kindergarten. You’ve been there for me, every step of the way.”

  At that moment, Holly’s cell phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Jake.

  “Hey, honey. What’s up?”

  “Hi, beautiful. I just got back from Boston. I’m at the bar. I could use a hand.”

  “I’ll be right up.”

  “You’re leaving so soon?” Cathy squinted at her.

  “Sorry.” Holly tilted her head to the side. “He needs my help. I’ll call you, okay? Bye.”

  “Okay, I’m intrigued.” She thought to herself. “Last night, he said I shouldn’t work at the bar. What changed? Exactly what kind of help does he need? It’s probably something about computers. He’s terrible at that. I wish he would do something about that ignorance of his. Maybe I can help him with that. Nah, who am I kidding? I can’t teach him. We’ll end up teasing each other and kissing.”

  Holly’s car rolled to a halt in the spacious, but empty parking lot. To her surprise, the bar was completely dark. The blue neon sign above the glass facade was off as well. The only available light was the moonlight, in the clear, starry sky.

  “Up here.” Jake waved, as she started towards the entrance. “It’s open.”

  He looked up in the sky, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. Then, he gazed out over the horizon, as a light breeze blew through his hair. The town lights flickered before him, as the sound of her high heels on the stairs became louder and louder. Jake turned around, as she stepped outside and onto the terrace.

  “I’m confused,” Holly said, as he sauntered towards her. “What are you doing up here? I thought you needed help.”

  “I said I could use a hand: your hand.” He smiled, putting his right hand in his pocket. Pulling out a small, brown box, he settled his gaze on her face as he went down on one knee. “Holly Hutchinson…” he said, putting some force into his voice. “Will you marry me?”

  A gasp of deep shock fled her lips, as she covered her mouth with her hand. Holly looked down at the red, diamond ring, as Jake’s blood pumped through his veins. She glanced up at him and then gazed down into the box once more. Sliding her hand down
her face, she returned her gaze and her attention to him, a split second before a huge, happy smile spread across her glorious face.

  “Yes,” she whispered, nodding. Her short reply sent shockwaves of bliss coursing through his body. Jake’s eyes sparkled with happiness as he took her hand in his. He put the ring on her finger and rolled his gaze up to meet hers, as he rose from the floor. Holly couldn’t control her rapid breathing. Large tears formed in her eyes as her lips trembled.

  “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said, in a soft, calm voice, looking deep into her eyes. “I love you, my angel.”

  “I love you so much,” Holly whispered, as he entwined his arms around her back. Jake pulled her closer before lifting her off her feet as she put her arms around his neck. Once again he claimed her lips, spinning her around, as they lost themselves in the blissful moment. Two tears rolled down her face as her gentle, passionate kiss sent him to heaven. Jake couldn’t put his happiness into words. He felt her happy tears on his skin, holding her tightly in his arms, as his heart leapt with joy. . Eager to start a new life with her, Jake Isaacs would marry the woman who had been there like an angel on his shoulder:

  His Holly…

  THE END

  12 Rounds: A Boxing Sports Romance

  Jonathan Trial has a perfect life: his dream job as a professional boxer or so he thinks...

  The perfect house, the perfect car, and the perfect wife-to-be, but one fatal night on the highway brings all of that crashing down.

  This once famous boxer and even more famous womanizer now finds himself working as a personal trainer in an all women's gym for a group of less than enthusiastic female fighters where he meets Laurel, an up-and-coming MMA fighter.

  Will Laurel succumb to Jonathan's charm, and how will Jonathan handle being the one cheering from the sidelines?

  1

  I decide to take a more a more offensive tactic as we entered into the final round. I have not gone twelve rounds since I was an amateur boxer; it had only happened once, and I had knocked that fool out within the first ten seconds of the final round. I always KO my opponents, but this guy is putting up one hell of a fight. I deliver two powerful uppercuts followed by three quick jabs right into his unprotected face. Idiot, I think. I realize he’s probably exhausted, hell, I am too –but this fool is letting his form suffer because of it, and that’s exactly why he is going to lose. The crowd is going nuts, but I can just barely hear them due to the serious ringing in my ear that has been going on ever since the second round when this son of a bitch knocked me on both sides of the head at once; I had gotten him back when he had left his body open from that childish display of desperation, but damn it’s got me off my game –the only reason he’s managed to last this long.

  From the corner of my gradually swelling eyes I can see my girl, Brandi, standing wide-eyed at me from the center of the front row; she looks completely horrified. She’s used to me going five rounds max and then knocking the other guy out. This is the first time she’s seen me do anything like this, and of course, this is the one where she gets really up close for the show and isn’t at home pacing in front of my television. That’s not to say she doesn’t come to my matches on occasion, but watching it live makes her anxious. She’s probably sweating more than I am. Poor Brandi, she’s going to give me shit about this later.

  The guy I’m boxing gets desperate as I start working him towards the corner of the ring, and he delivers a low blow to my sack, and I instantly drop to a knee as the ref comes and yanks the guy back. Through the irritable ringing in my ear and the insufferable throbbing in my groin, I can hear the guy cursing at the ref and the announcers giving the play by play of the illegal below the belt blow over the amplified speaker system. He’s going to get points docked for that one, but if I’m going to win this match I have to get back up off my ass. I see Brandi eyeing me. “Get up!” her mouth forms the words, but I can’t hear her over the crowd. Truthfully, I know she would much prefer me to stay down and call it a night, but she’s putting on a front to encourage me to do my thing.

  I’m up, and I’m ready to go –ready to kick this guy’s ass for the low blow. Desperate mother-fucker. The second the ref gives me the green light; I take out every ounce of frustration that had been building over the past rounds on this guy’s smug face. I don’t hold back –not even a little. I let my temper take over, but not to the point where I am not in control. I use it, my temper, I mean. I let it fuel me, and I am fairly certain I break the fucker’s nose and possibly his jaw before he stiffens after the strongest punch I’ve probably delivered all night. He falls straight back –arms wide apart –out cold.

  He lands with a loud thud, and the crowd loses their minds. Just barely I can make out the announcer's voice. “That’s right; you saw it here, folks. Stockney almost went a full twelve rounds with undefeated middleweight boxing champion, Jonathan Trial!”

  The second guy’s voice butts in. “That’s right, Jackie. And now, Stockney, as we all know, was making his debut this evening. Everyone, myself included, called this guy nuts for challenging Trial.”

  That’s right; I think to myself as the ref holds my glove high above my head, he was nuts. I got to admit, though; he really made me fight for it. They’re pulling Stockney up onto his feet now that he’s coming to, so I walk over to touch gloves with the kid. “You got some serious fight in you, kid,” I say and give him a gentle, friendly jab in the arm to let him know he about had me. “I’m buying you a drink,” I add, and he grins, even more, spitting a bit of blood down in the ring so he can utter a tangible thank-you.

  He nods and grins through bloody teeth and a swollen face. I had almost turned down the fight when I heard about what a short record this guy had, but I went and watched him spar a few times and decided to let the guy give it a go. He had challenged me to try to make a name for himself, and he probably had done just that. The out of the woods underdog had definitely given me a run for my money. I’ll have to keep an eye out for him in the future because he’s going to get him a real manager after this. I doubt this is going to be our last fight, and I sure as hell am not going to let some punk kid take my title.

  I hold my championship belt high and invite my girl up onto the ring for a slightly bloodied smooch for the world to see on the televised program. “Fuck you,” she says to me, her heart clearly still racing after such a close fight.

  “Later,” I say with a wink, and she rolls her eyes at me.

  The excitement settles, and I head to the locker-room to clean up and to get someone to free my sweaty hands from my gloves. I grimace slightly on the way back to the locker-room; my right glove is shot. Damn, I like these gloves. It was a small victory tonight, but it’s probably going to be trending all over the internet after that amateur went twelve rounds with me. My manager is going to want to set up a press conference after that one because everyone’s going to want to talk about how I almost lost my belt –keyword almost. I’m still undefeated, but the press is going to give me hell about Stockney. I say let them. I don’t really care. The kid put up a good fight –I don't have anything bad to say about him. He had certainly surprised me.

  Once I’m back in the locker-room, they get me out of my gloves and bandages, and I stretch out my fingers and pop my knuckles. A doctor looks me over and cleans my wounds, telling me I’m going to need stitches. “Fine,” I grumble, “But I’m taking a fucking shower first.”

  He tries to argue with me. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that-”

  “Shower,” I say and stand up off the gurney they had me sitting on. I throw my thumb behind me towards the locker showers. “I’m showering off right here. I won’t be far. You can stitch me up once I get the blood out of my nose.”

  I hurry because the doctor is really impatient. I let the water wash away the sweat and blood, and it feels great apart from the sting along my hairline where the doctor had said he would need to stitch me up. It’s worse than I thought,
but I bear through it until I can breathe out of my nose again.

  It was a good match. It’s been a while since anyone made me fight like that, and I catch myself grinning ear to ear after such a riveting experience.

  2

  The lights from the cameras are slightly blinding as I sit behind the small table at the front of the room. The reporters are all impatiently waiting for me to give my post-match statement and to ask me a series of what will likely be bullshit questions about the match with Stockney from yesterday as well as any potential upcoming matches.

  As soon as my manager gives the okay, the questions start flowing in fast as each reporter attempts to speak over the other. This is probably my least favorite thing about boxing –talking to the damn press. They are always more than happy to twist your words to help make headlines. I have been pretty lucky thus far to have maintained a half-decent relationship with the press, but I know they would turn on me in a heartbeat if it meant better ratings.

  Beside me on the panel is my trainer Damion and his assistant, my friend, Gabriel. Damion is an old, retired boxer who had had his ass beat by Ali back in the day, but he had still gone toe to toe with some of the best heavyweight boxers of the era and had won. He’s a little washed up now, but he is one hell of a trainer. He has been with me ever since my amateur boxing days; I had started training at his gym, and he had picked me up –no manager –and started training me. Damion had been the one to introduce me to my first legitimate boxing manager, so really it’s thanks to him that I am where I am today.