"Okay!" She tore off to the kitchen, always happy at being given a task to handle on her own.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as he shut the door and came in. "I thought you were in Dallas this week?"
Tanner smiled and stepped forward, pressing a hard kiss against my lips. I melted into it. "Not that I'm complaining," I said breathlessly.
"Thought I'd drop home for a surprise visit," he shrugged. Then he winked at me.
“You’re lucky you caught us, normally we aren’t…” I trailed off as I realized Roxie had been in on the whole thing.
“Yeah, I had a co-conspirator,” he admitted. “Didn’t want to risk coming home to an empty apartment. If I wanted that, I’d have stayed in Dallas.”
"Not that we don't appreciate it," I smiled, "but shouldn't you be resting or practicing or whatever? I thought this was an important game? The news is saying the Stars have a chance to go all the way this year."
"I guess," he said, turning from me and walking over to the couch. "But it's just football." He was acting strange, and I had a sudden flashback to the Tanner I had arrived home to after Europe months ago. I thought we'd gotten past this, he had seemed to have his drive back, but maybe he had just been pretending?
"Tanner..." I began. "We've been over this. Winning the championship is everything to you. Getting the ring... you've worked so hard for it to—"
"It's just a ring," he said, dropping down onto his chair. His face was hard to read. There was something strange behind his eyes. He was hiding something. My heart began to pound in fear of what was really going on.
"Just a ring?" I said, walking over to him. I'd learned enough about professional football over the last few months to know how much of an understatement that was. "Since when does a pro football player call the championship ring, just a ring?"
"There are more important things. More important rings."
"More important rings? Tanner, what the hell are you talking about?"
With a sly grin, Tanner reached into his pocket and pulled something out which he kept obscured in his big fist. Then he slid himself forward off his chair and down onto one knee in front of me. I stepped back in surprise. "Like this one here, I think this ring is far more important," he said. He lifted his fist up and turned it over, opening his hand to reveal a small black box.
Now my heart began to pound even harder in my chest. I froze, staring at it.
"Go ahead," he prompted. "Open it up."
My hand was shaking as I reached for the box and pried it open. The diamonds glittered even in the dull light of the living room. My breath caught in my throat.
"I'm gonna get my ring, Laney. But it's not the most important ring to me. This one is. So I'm only going to promise to go and get mine if you promise to take this one first. And I'm not leaving you again until you agree to it." He took my hand and gave it a squeeze as he looked up to me. His big blue eyes were shining now, and the smirk on his face had disappeared. He was very serious. "Delaney Chase – will you marry me?"
I shook my head up and down like a fool before I finally found my voice again. "Yes, yes, of course yes."
Tanner took the ring and slipped it on my finger, and then he stood up and reached for me. I slipped into his arms, letting them close around me and squeeze just as Izzy re-entered the room. Seeing us hugging, she ran forward and pried us apart enough to squeeze between. Both Tanner and I reached down and grabbed her under one arm each, then lifted her up so that the three of us could all hug properly.
As a family.
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Before we get to some of my full length bonus content, I wanted to include a few excerpts from a few of my novels that aren’t included here. Royal Stripper was my last novel, and it was a fun and sexy story about a prince from a far-away land that comes to America, looking for fun. I think the title gives away how he finds that fun…
Chapter 1
Matthias
The bottle twirled in a lazy circle, scraping against the wood floor.
I never thought my first game of Spin the Bottle would take place in a canary-yellow house in the suburbs with a doormat that read “Welcome to Our Home”.
Lucky me.
But for whatever reason, the evening’s honored guest had opted to let the bottle of fate choose the recipient of my first dance.
Lucky her.
Everyone held their breath as the bottle slowed. Then, an eruption of hoots and cheers.
“Lap dance for Karly!” one of the women announced.
I sized up Karly. Brunette, big eyes, big tits. Three of my favorite things.
She caught me looking and flushed red, but I didn’t look away. In fact, I maintained eye contact with her while I approached.
The other women skittered out of the way as I extended a hand to help the lucky winner to her feet. She accepted with a small smile.
“I don’t normally do this kind of thing,” she said.
They all say that.
“Neither do I,” I winked.
She laughed and allowed me to lead her to the dining room chair that someone had set up in the middle of the den. The other women hovered a few feet back, like some sort of invisible barrier was stopping them from getting any closer. They’d all be rushing me soon enough. The first lap dance of the night never failed to loosen even the toughest of crowds. Especially at bachelorette parties.
Karly glanced nervously at her friends. “You guys are just going to sit and watch?”
Her reply was a chorus of words of encouragement and jokes, which I took as my cue to begin. I’ve never been much for building suspense. Why waste time adding tension to anything when you can just rip into the meat of life?
One click from the remote in my pocket and the stereo in the corner blared to life with a slow, bass-pounding pop song. The half-circle of women went up in cheers.
For the next two and a half minutes, I treated Karly like she was the only girl in the room. I made love to her in that chair without having to remove a single article of her clothing.
I couldn’t say the same about my own, though. These women were here for flesh, and I was only too happy to oblige. Within minutes the only thing I still wore was a fairly short and thin white towel around my waist. Depending on how I moved, it did little to hide what I had underneath.
Karly’s cheeks stained with pink as she gaped at my gyrating form. Most girls get embarrassed at this point. They’re not used to engaging in such public, sexual displays. Many have never even experienced this kind of unfiltered attention from a man, even in private.
I was on a mission to change that—one attention-starved woman at a time. I was like the Robin Hood of sexual desire, doling it out to those in need.
I picked her up and swapped places, grinding her down against my cock. She gasped and let out a tiny, sexy moan.
Okay, maybe my motives weren’t entirely selfless. That one was more for me.
The dance ended with a round of enthusiastic applause and Karly giving my cock a healthy squeeze over the towel. Her eyes were dark, lips fat and parted. She wanted me and at this point she no longer seemed concerned about the rowdy circle of her friends still surrounding us. Maybe I’d find her after the party. Based on her reaction, I’d say she hadn’t had a good fuck in a while.
Poor thing.
But for now, I still had plenty of women that still needed attention and I was in the right kind of mood tonight to spread the love around. And although this particular party was a big enough group that the organizers had hired three strippers, I knew I’d be the star of the night. I’d worked with the other two guys before. Donny was nice enough, but he had a bad habit of coming off more creepy than sexy. And Russ… Russ did a lot of steroids. It showed.
Those kinds of things worked better in the club scene, where they were both regulars. A stripper could make a lot more money at clubs, but I preferred to stick to private parties like this one. They were more laid back, and afforded me something a lot more important than money. Like the opportunity to slip away with some overly horny young woman for a quick screw. Like Karly. That was much tougher to do at a club.
I started my more general dance, grinding on one girl then breezing away to focus my attention on the next. It was a good-looking crowd, which meant that the whole time I was seizing up with of these ladies I wanted most. With so many beautiful faces and wandering hands, it was hard to choose. But I had all night to decide.
I love my job.
“Hey stud.”
I turned to see Karly again, drink in hand, grinning at me lasciviously. Out of the corner of my eye Veronika, ever the party-pooper, rolled her eyes. I ignored her as usual. No matter how many times I asked her to keep her feelings to herself, she never listened. Sometimes I wondered if she was doing it on purpose just to scare off whoever I did end up giving special attention to. Veronika was very good at scaring people off.
I angled my body just a smidge more to the right so that I couldn’t see her anymore. No reason to let her grumpiness kill my vibe.
“Hey gorgeous,” I greeted. “How are you enjoying the party?”
“I doubt I’ll ever enjoy anything as much as I enjoyed that dance,” Karly said.
I flashed her a sly smile. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can change your mind about that.”
“Your accent is so sexy.” She giggled and took a step closer, fingers coming up to my chest but hovering uncertainly above me. “Am I allowed to touch you? I’m still not sure how this works.”
Girls like Karly often needed just a little bit of a nudge to really let loose. They were usually my favorite because once you gave them that push, they barreled down the rest of the track like a heat seeking missile.
I brought my hand up and placed it over the back of Karly’s, pushing it onto my chest. I didn’t even mind that her fingers were a bit clammy. I was sweaty from all the dancing anyway, and if the night went as I expected, we were destined to get sweatier still.
I pulled on her hand, dragging it lower until it brushed over my nipple, which hardened under her touch. At my subtle urging, her fingers slid even further and she gasped softly. Her eyes were locked on our hands, as if in a trance, and I used the opportunity to stare at her cleavage, imagining what it would feel like against my palms.
When Karly’s hand landed on my cock, still hard under the towel, she released a breathy sigh.
“You’re huge.”
I chuckled. “I didn’t get into this business because I’m a good listener.”
She pulled her hand away, smiling mischievously. In a blink, she had slipped it under the towel instead.
So much for asking permission.
She rubbed her palm against my shaft, working me like a pro. Despite biting her lower lip in innocence and her initial embarrassment, Karly knew exactly what she was doing.
“What are you doing after this?” She released my cock and trailed her fingers along my inner thigh as she came out from under the towel.
“The question is not what, but who.”
Karly let out a high-pitched giggle that shocked me. I didn’t like the sound of it. Hopefully she didn’t do that in bed.
Her fingers still traced along my thigh, moving back up to run lightly along my balls. I glanced around to see if anybody was watching. Not that I cared if people here noticed an impromptu hand job, as long as they weren’t videotaping it.
But with Russ and Donny dancing at opposite ends of the room, the only people paying attention to us were a couple of women standing in the corner across from us. The tall blond sported a pixie cut and was smiling as she watched. She almost reminded me of Veronika—if Veronika knew how to have fun and ever smiled. The other girl was a shorter brunette who, despite the scowl on her face as she looked our way, was gorgeous.
I tried to smile at her but she responded by turning away as soon as I did.
“What are you looking at?”
I blinked and turned back at Karly who was pouting like a child at her sudden loss of attention. I stepped back, breaking the contact she still had on my dick. For some reason I was no longer as enthusiastic about screwing her. I felt like someone had splashed cold water on my face.
“Nothing,” I said. “It’s just that my break is over. I’ve got to go give the bride some attention.”
“Oh. Ok, well I’ll see you later though, right?”
I flashed a tight smile before stepping around her. “I’ll be around.”
What the hell just happened there? Why did one dirty look throw me so far off tilt? If I couldn’t handle being on the receiving end of a disapproving glare once in a while, I was in the wrong line of work.
Get it together, Matthias.
I redirected my attention to the bride-to-be, making sure to give her the time of her life. She was already drunk and couldn’t keep her hands off me.
“You’re so hot!” she slurred. “Let me get a look under this towel.”
“Oh… This towel?”
She was seated on the couch, my crotch basically in her face while she sipped her drink between crude comments. Her free hand was on my ass.
“Yes!” the bride demanded. “I bet you’ve got a big dick.”
I grabbed at the hem of the towel and gave her a brief flash. She nearly dropped her drink, but then recovered quickly as the hand squeezing my ass tightened.
“Wow. I wish Gord had one of th
ose in his pants. I’ve never had a cock that big.”
And you never will.
I never fuck brides, or even brides-to-be. It wasn’t a matter of morals—after all, it wasn’t me doing the cheating—but that I just found them distasteful. I may not be interested in marriage myself, or even long term relationships, but if you were going to make a commitment to someone, the least you could do is remain faithful.
I turned to grind on a girl who’d snuck up behind me and used it as an opportunity to scope the corner of the room again. The dark-haired girl was still there, still sporting her judgmental glare. But for a brief moment, I was sure I also caught the barest hint of desire flit across her face. It was gone as soon as she saw me looking.
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