Her English Gent: A BWWM Romance (International Alphas Book 9)

by Brandy Blake

  HER ENGLISH GENT

  INTERNATIONAL ALPHAS SERIES

  BRANDY BLAKE

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  Summary

  When Amanda Cousins flew to the UK for business she only had one thing in mind.

  And it wasn't business.

  Sleeping with an English gentleman was on her bucket list and she didn't want to leave London disappointed.

  So when she met a handsome man named Mark in the hotel bar she knew her luck (and his) was in.

  But what was meant to be a bit of harmless fun began to take a twist when her British lover asked her to stay.

  Would Amanda be tempted into a bit more fun with her English muffin? Or was this just a fling and nothing more?

  Copyright Notice

  Her English Gent © 2018, Brandy Blake

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Contents

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  Chapter5

  Chapter6

  Chapter7

  chapter 8

  chapter 9

  chapter 10

  chapter 11

  chapter 12

  chapter 13

  chapter 14

  Chapter1

  Amanda Cousins was sitting in a bar, in London, England. She was taking a seminar in graphic design, adding it to her artistic design business. She hoped the additional service would help her business get bigger and expand. But first, she would need to learn the ins and outs of her craft.

  She had signed up for this seminar, because it was a chance to not only learn about graphic design, but to also have a vacation in a part of the world she’d longed to visit her whole life.

  She had read up on the location a bit and knew that there had been issues with refugees who were of the Muslim religion causing big problems. It didn’t scare her though, not like a lot of people who lived in the United States. She knew a lot of the things that she had heard about the religion and the people who practiced it was simply exaggerated to sell news and fear. Even though she hadn’t been in town long, she had seen a few people dressed in the way that signified they were Muslim. They had not been mean to her at all, but quite friendly.

  That night, she was wearing a red dress, her dark hair was cut short, and she had on limited makeup. The dress was a modest length, not too short, nothing like what she would have worn to the clubs at home in the US.

  She didn’t want to offend anyone in this country, in case she was in a section of town where more of the modest dressing Muslims lived. She felt it was important to respect their cultures and customs.

  She’d seen some women who wore shorter dresses than hers, but she was happy with her choice. The dress looked perfect against her darker skin. She’d bought this dress for a special occasion one day in Phoenix but hadn’t worn it until that night. It looked great on her.

  Amanda knew that she didn’t have to follow Muslim customs, since it was not the main religion of London. She knew that she would be able to drink, and right then, felt like she could use one. Her trip had been long, and she hated planes. She was afraid they would crash the whole way across the Atlantic.

  “What can I get you?” the bartender asked her.

  “Do they sell alcohol here?” she asked. It may have been a dumb question; however, it came out of her mouth before she could stop it. She was nervous about this new step in her life and wanted to do things properly.

  She knew she was good at art; she could draw anything and make it come to life. But, would that skill extend into graphic design? She really had no idea, but hopefully this seminar would help her understand the skill a bit more and show her if it was worth it or not.

  “Sure, as long as you can prove to me that you aren’t Muslim.” He laughed.

  Amanda felt uncomfortable, she didn’t get the joke. A man sitting beside her leaned over, and whispered into her ear, “Muslims don’t drink alcohol. But, he’s only joking, he’d serve you even if you were Muslim. It is a bad joke that he makes all the time.” His British accent sent such deep shivers down her spine that she had to sit up straighter.

  She turned to look at the man who had the honey voice that just floated into her ear. Oh my, she thought. Talk about tall, dark, and handsome. Since he was sitting, she wasn’t sure exactly how tall he was, but if she had to guess he would be at least 6’ 5.” His hair was a dark black, and it had silver tints through it. It didn’t make him look old, but quite sophisticated.

  His eyes were a stunning blue, almost so light that they were close to translucent. They held her attention, but she broke her stare and looked at the rest of his face. He had a day’s worth of stubble on his cheeks, and it made him look ruggedly handsome.

  “Oh, I didn’t know that,” she replied. To her it sounded very lame, and like she was a complete airhead and an idiot.

  “First time in London?” he asked. His voice was deep and rich, it made her shiver with desire.

  “Yes, what about you?” Amanda looked at his full pouty lips and wanted to suck on them for hours.

  “No, I live here, I was born in Manchester. My name is Mike, and you are?” He extended his hand out to her.

  She grasped his hand, it was big and his grip firm. Oh, I’d love to have these hands stroking my body, her mind cried out. “Amanda. Nice to meet you.”

  The bartender brought her a drink and she sucked it down in one swallow, ordering another one. She hoped the liquid courage would settle her nerves and stop the sexual thoughts that were screaming out in her mind. It was rather distracting.

  “Nice to meet you too.” He chuckled as she quickly slammed down her drink and ordered another one. “Be careful, they usually make these drinks very strong. If you aren’t careful, I’ll have to carry you up to your room.” He smiled.

  Amanda just about fainted at the smile on his face. It was a mix of pure sex, and just honest-to-goodness American good boy looks. She licked her lips at the thought of him carrying her to her room.

  “I’ll keep that in mind. But what if I want you to carry me up to the room anyway?” she said boldly, flirting back at him.

  He leaned closer to her, his spicy scent filling her nostrils. “All you have to do is ask and I’ll gladly carry you up to your room.” She felt his hot breath against her ear and shuddered in response.

  She looked up at him. Amanda could feel a fire building deep inside of her; she needed this man more than she could imagine. She wasn’t normally like this, but there was something about the location, his scent, his l
ooks, and hell, her horniness, that made her do what she did next. “Can you take me up?” she whispered in his ear.

  He pulled out his wallet and placed a hundred-dollar bill on the bar and held out his hand to her. “My lady, what floor are you on?”

  She laughed. “I am on the fifteenth.”

  The elevator came to a stop and they boarded it, and he pulled her into his arms as soon as the doors shut. His warm mouth covered hers, and she could taste the gin he’d been drinking. His tongue moved into her mouth and teased hers. She moaned deeply, his hands roamed over her ass, and he pulled her closer to him. She could feel the hardness between his legs, and it was huge.

  They broke apart when the elevator stopped and another few people entered. Mike rubbed up against the back of her body, only touching her lightly. Amanda felt like her legs would give out if they didn’t get to their floor soon.

  “The fifteenth floor, right? That’s a bit longer,” he whispered in her ear, his British accent sending those same chills through her body.

  She looked and saw that they were just passing the sixth floor. The couple in front of them began to complain, the woman commenting that she had wanted to go down to the lobby. “Why didn’t you check to see if this was going down before we got in?” she asked the man.

  “I thought you did.” He shrugged his shoulders.

  “Great, we’re going all the way to the top,” she muttered loudly.

  Amanda was amazed that the woman was being so rude. She looked at Mike and shrugged her shoulders. The woman hit the button for the next floor and the elevator stopped at the twelfth floor, and the couple got off.

  “Wow, she couldn’t wait to ride up the rest of the way and just go back down?” Amanda laughed.

  “It is part of the culture here anymore; many people are rude. You just have to ignore it. They want it their way only,” Mike explained. “I’m glad they got out, though!” He pulled her around and kissed her deeply again, letting his hands roam over her body once more.

  Amanda murmured, “Me too.”

  When they got to her floor, he picked her up and carried her to her door. “I promised to carry you to your room, so I will.” He kissed her as he walked.

  Amanda wasn’t a small woman, and she had been impressed by how easily he had handled picking her up. Standing at 5’ 7” she was taller, and she wasn’t light, she was more of a big-boned woman. But, she was also in good shape.

  There was no fat on her body, it was all muscle. She tried to make sure she worked out, to help keep the weight down to a minimum. After all, working in front of a computer was something that often led people to gain a lot of weight and become out of shape.

  He put her down and took her card key from her and placed it into the door slot. The door clicked, and he pushed it open. “Welcome to my room,” she said and he pulled her in and led her to the living room. “Do you want a quick drink?” she asked.

  “Sure,” he said.

  “Anything in particular?” She needed a drink to calm her nerves and was glad that he wanted one as well. She wasn’t used to being so forward, and the alcohol would help lower her inhibitions that were now coming up and yelling at her to run and get out of the room.

  “Gin and tonic would be nice.”

  “Coming right up.” She mixed them both a drink and brought it over to the couch and sat down beside him.

  Mike held up his glass and said, “A toast to meeting new people.”

  She clinked her glass with his. “To meeting new people.” She drank the rum and coke quickly and felt the buzz come back into her head.

  He put his half-empty glass on the table and pulled her back into his arms. “You are a beautiful woman,” he said as he kissed her once more. He moved his mouth to her neck and kissed and nibbled the skin under her ear. She moaned loudly as he hit one of her most erotic spots.

  “Let’s get you out of these clothes.” He stood up and helped her to her feet. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. The red fabric fell to the floor and lay there as he lifted her up once more and carried her to the bedroom.

  Mike placed her on the bed and admired her near-naked body. Amanda sat up on the end of the bed and undid his pants, lowering them slowly. His hardness was pointing up, making his underwear stick out.

  She licked her lips as she looked up into his face. He pulled down his underwear and she wrapped her hands around his firm cock. Her mouth moved forward and she slid his silky softness between her lips.

  He moaned as her mouth moved up and down on his hardness. Amanda tasted the drops of his pre-cum and ran her hand up his length as her mouth moved up and down in tandem with her hand.

  “My turn,” he said, moving away from her. He lowered his body beside her and undid her bra, releasing her huge double D breasts. “Wow, those are some amazing breasts.” He covered one nipple with his mouth and suckled on her. Amanda felt him graze his teeth over her hardening nipple and cried out in pleasure.

  “You like that?” he said without fully removing her breasts from his mouth.

  “Oh yes.” She breathed heavily.

  Mike ran a hand down to her crotch, feeling her moistness through her pants. He moved the panties aside and moved a finger into her and rubbed against her clit.

  Amanda moved her hips up and enjoyed the feeling of his finger. He pulled his finger out and placed it into his mouth. “Oh yes, sweet and tangy.”

  His eyes got a look of happiness and desire that Amanda honestly couldn’t say she’d ever seen before. He moved in between her legs and licked his way up to her center.

  Amanda was panting already, and all he’d done was breathe against her folds. When he stuck his tongue out and lapped at her pussy, she moaned and bucked up into his face.

  “I don’t think you’ve ever had this done before, right?” He chuckled and went back to pleasing her with his mouth.

  Amanda grabbed onto his head and pulled at his hair as his tongue moved around her nether regions giving her pleasure she’d never dreamed of in her life. When he’d said she’d never had this, he didn’t know that no one had ever made love to her with their mouth.

  Amanda had always been scared to let anyone do this, not knowing what it would feel like. But, now that he was there and she was moaning loudly, and her body was shaking with multiple orgasms, she knew this would be her new favorite sexual activity.

  Mike ran his tongue around her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She felt his teeth nibbling against the sensitive nub, and her vision blurred, as she screamed out in delight. “Oh my god, that is amazing.” He held her hips down so that she wouldn’t buck too wildly and he could get all of her juices as her center exploded, and her mind went to another world. One where it was just the two of them. No one else existed, there was nothing outside of this room. It was just this, and she didn’t want it to end.

  She shuddered as he pushed her over the edge of oblivion once more and cried out in ecstasy.

  Mike moved up, his body melding to hers as he pushed forward and lowered himself into her waiting wetness slowly. He glided into her hole with ease; she was soaked. He looked down into her green eyes and thought of emeralds.

  “You have some stunning eyes.”

  “Thanks.” She pulled him down to kiss him as he pushed slowly into her body. They moved as one, their pleasure building to a new height.

  Amanda ran her hands down his back, moving herself up on him as he would push into her. She couldn’t get close enough to him, she wanted more and he was trying to give it.

  Mike grabbed her breasts and played with her nipple, rubbing it with his fingers. She noticed his hands were smooth, no calluses, and she wondered what he did for work. But, when he put his mouth around her nipple and bit lightly, all thoughts of anything but pleasure scattered from her mind.

  He began to move in and out of her at a quicker pace, and Amanda felt his penis as he let go a stream of sperm. He moaned loudly, his sweat pouring off his body. She grabbed his shoulders as her body w
as tossed over the edge once more and squeezed out the last of his sperm.

  “Wow.” He was breathing heavily as he fell on the bed beside her.

  “Yeah, I have to agree. I don’t usually fall into bed with a guy that quickly,” she said shyly.

  “Must be my animal charisma that you couldn’t resist.” He laughed.

  “Something like that, I guess.” There had been something about him that had pulled her closer. It wasn’t just the sexy eyes that had stared down at her in the bar, or the big hands, that had promised a nice surprise underneath his clothes. There had been much more between them, a pull; a chemistry that couldn’t be denied.

  “I felt it too,” he muttered to her, as he pulled her closer to his body, nuzzling his face in her neck and nibbling on her skin.

  “You did?” she whispered as the pleasure sensors in her mind began flashing again.

  “Yes, I just had a feeling that you would be amazing in bed, and I felt like I had to have you. I was hoping when I said that cheesy pickup line, about carrying you up to the room, it would work. You can imagine my shock when it really did!” He laughed.

  “It was pretty cheesy, but the way you said it, well it came across as something else.”

  “I’m not usually so cheesy, just so you know. Heck, I don’t normally pick up women in a bar, come to think of it. This has to be the second time in my life.”

  “When was the first?”

  “Hmm, it had to be when I had just turned 21, and I had gone to the bar with a bunch of friends to celebrate. I had plenty to drink and was soon feeling quite horny. I found one of the drunk girls and used my best lines on her, they were pretty lame, I must admit. But, they worked and she went home with me.”

  Amanda laughed. “Pretty lame, did you use the carry-you-up to your room line?”

  “No, no, I didn’t. But I’m sure they were much worse. I was pretty drunk, I’m lucky I was able to have sex that night. Young age is an amazing thing, I’m not so lucky anymore, though.”