Dirty Jock
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When I reached the top of the stairs, I glanced down the hallway. At the end, a light shone under one of the closed doors.
Bingo.
I approached and knocked, hanging my towel over my erect cock. Inside, someone cursed.
“Coming,” a female voice called.
The door swung open, and there she was. Thick, black lashes. Blue eyes like shattered crystal. And plump, blood-red lips.
“Oh.” She blinked. I could tell she was focusing all her energy on not looking down, which seemed to have momentarily sapped her of the power of speech.
I peered around her. “You’re hiding in the bathroom?”
She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. “I’m not hiding. Maybe I’m going to the bathroom.”
“And yet you opened the door quickly. And you’re still wearing pants.”
“At least one of us is,” she snapped back.
So she noticed after all. Good.
“Okay, well if you’re not going to the bathroom, and you’re not hiding, what are you doing up here all alone?” I asked.
Her pale face, dusted with freckles, tinged pink. “I just needed some space. What are you? The party police?”
I smirked. “I could be if you like. I’ve played that role before.”
The girl rolled her eyes, but she didn’t shut the door on me. I took that as a sign that she wanted me, even if she wasn’t yet aware of it herself. Or maybe she was aware, but didn’t want to want me.
Either way, I was interested enough to press on.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “Ally.”
“Nice to meet you, Ally,” I replied. “I’m Matthias.”
“Fabulous. Now that we’ve been properly introduced, perhaps I could go back to my alone time?”
I feigned looking behind me, only to stop and catch her in the act of checking out my magically floating towel. The embarrassment that coated her face was priceless.
I pushed past her in the bathroom. She gave me a wide berth, but didn’t leave.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
I shrugged. “Maybe I also want a little alone time. It can’t all be dancing naked to an adoring crowd.” I debated flipping the towel off just to see how she would react.
Not yet.
“Us strippers need time to recharge our batteries, too.”
She snorted. “Yeah, I saw that Brenda was about to suck the energy right out of you.”
“Jealous?”
“Concerned,” she shot back. “Her and her fiancé registered at Bloomingdales.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Do you know how expensive a set of towels is from Bloomingdales?”
I raised an eyebrow.
Ally let out a frustrated sigh. “Based on what I saw down there, I may have just wasted a bunch of money on a wedding gift for a doomed marriage.”
I glanced down at the towel over my package. Staying hard enough to keep it floating while I was around a sexy group of women was always easy, but it was even easier around this fiery little minx. I liked her spunk and couldn’t resist continuing to tease her.
“This towel right here is from Bloomingdales,” I noted.
Ally used that as an opportunity to take a good, long look. “I doubt you’d buy a towel from Bloomingdales just so you could hang it off your junk.”
I grinned. She’d walked right into my trap.
“I can show you the label…” I reached down as if to lift it off.
“Okay! I believe you!” she blurted. “Leave the towel where it is.”
I laughed. “You are almost too easy to tease.” I winked. “You should work on that.”
“I don’t think I need to take life advice from a stripper, thanks.”
“Ah. And what is it that you do that’s so mighty and important?” I leaned against the vanity, crossing my arms. “Two seconds ago you were complaining about the price of towels.”
She paused for a moment, as if deciding how to answer. Then she stuck out her chin defiantly. For a girl half my size, she could look tough when she wanted to. Even with the freckles.
“Not everyone is focused on money. That’s the problem these days. So many people with a lot of money that ignore those without it. Some people can’t ever get ahead or change their lives because of where they were born or the disadvantages of a system stacked against them. So that’s where I come in. My goal is to try and help people like that.”
That wasn’t at all what I was expecting, and left me impressed.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d talked to a woman who surprised me like that. My last real relationship had been with a woman who was manipulative, greedy and completely deceptive. That was over a year ago, before I left home and came to America. But so far I hadn’t met a lot of women here that were much better. Not that I was looking for a relationship. In a way, it was helpful that women seemed to know that a stripper’s salary wasn’t going to pay their bills. That left their only expectation of me that I fuck them into oblivion.
That was a service I was always more than happy to provide.
But Ally didn’t seem to be after money or my cock. How refreshing.
“Good for you,” I said.
She gave me a flat look.
“I mean it,” I insisted. “I’m impressed. It also makes so much more sense to me now why you’re such a prude.”
Ally’s glare was so sharp I felt her words almost slice at my exposed skin. “I am not a prude.”
“Now you’re a prude and a liar.” I clicked my tongue. “You’re only a bonnet and a grudge away from starting a witch hunt. That’s concerning.”
“If you’re that worried, why don’t you go back downstairs and rejoin the party. I’m sure you’re sorely missed. Especially by Karly.”
I grinned. “Because I’d much rather be up here with you.”
Ally was turning out to be so much more than I expected. She was strong. She was fierce. And although she was clearly a prude on the outside, I suspected there was also a seductress on the inside just waiting to be let out.
And I wanted to be the one to set her free.
“The only reason you’re still hanging around up here is because you think that I’m going to go ga-ga for your dick like every other girl at this party.” She raised an eyebrow. “You like the challenge.”
“I like a lot things,” I shot back. Ally surprised me once again, this time in how easily she’d read my mind. “I mean, it’s true that I would never turn down a good challenge, but right now I’m more interested in figuring you out.”
“Figuring me out?”
“It’s obvious to anyone that looks at you how uncomfortable you are at being at a party with strippers, yet you continue to deny that you’re a prude. I just wonder why?”
“Being uncomfortable because my friend is down there debauching herself before she makes the biggest commitment of her life doesn’t make me a prude,” Ally defended.
I let out a bark of laughter. “More lies, chérie. You care about the wandering bride about as much as you care about this party.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Is that so, Ally? You haven’t said a word to the bride the whole time you’ve been here. You’ve spent the past half hour hiding in a bathroom. And you care more about the money you wasted on a set of dumb towels than you do about the fact that your friend down there is about to waste her life.”
“Waste her life?” she mocked. “What a shocker. Who would have thought that the male stripper at my friend’s bachelorette party would frown on the institution of marriage?”
“You’re putting words in my mouth.” I smiled, hoping to throw her off. “And you’re deflecting.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation for my actions, nor do I need to prove to you that I’m not a prude,” she argued. She clenched her little fists at her sides, ready to do battle. Her intensity was intoxicating.
Did she feel the same way?
“You’re right,” I said. My tone was even and calm. I could see her struggling not to lean in closer to hear me. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“How kind of you.”
My smile widened. “But I do think you’re curious what all the fuss is about. Why all those girls are, as you said, going ga-ga for my dick.”
“I can see how your ego may convince you of that, but I can assure you that’s not the case.” A tense smile slipped onto her lips.
“Oh really?” I grinned.
With a flick of my hand, the towel flew into the bathtub.
Excerpt 2 - Sanctum
A Motorcycle Club Romance
This next excerpt is from Sanctum, book 1 of my bestselling motorcycle club romance series, The Black Dogs MC. There are 3 books in the series but they are completely stand-alone.
Prologue
Maggie moaned and giggled in the dark as she felt Jase’s tongue sliding between her legs. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the motion of his head moving around her center. The coolness of the sheets and the low summer breeze from the open window countered the heat of his body against hers. She could only stand a few minutes of his sweet torture before she grasped at his shoulders, trying to pull him on top of her.
Jase moaned a few times as he lingered, his tongue flicking over her clit one last time before he obliged her silent orders. He traced a trail with his mouth up over her stomach and breasts. When she kissed him, she felt her own wetness on the 5 o’clock scruff on his chin. Jase slid his hips between her legs, his aching hardness pressing onto her sensitive lips. She gasped in his mouth and he laughed a low, sexy laugh that made her stomach shiver.
Jase seemed to tease her a few more moments, sliding his cock against her without entering, until she whimpered and squirmed beneath him. He dropped a hard, passionate kiss on her lips when he finally relented and pushed inside of her. She inhaled the moan he let out when he felt her warmth around his cock. He began to thrust into her desperately, pulling her body for leverage to get as deeply inside of her as he could. Maggie grasped at him, digging nails into his back with every powerful meeting of his hips on hers.
It was only a few minutes before they were both crying out in sweet release. Maggie bit into Jase’s shoulder, holding him close as she came. She felt him shudder against her, and deep inside her.
Maggie collapsed against the sheets, and Jase, on top of her. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the bedroom.
Jase lifted his head up to look at her and planted a kiss on her lips. “That’s five—record broken.”
“Record broken hard,” said Maggie with a chuckle. “Good show, Campbell.”
“And to you, ma’am,” said Jase. He playfully bit around her stomach where he knew she was ticklish, and Maggie collapsed into giggles until she finally got him to stop.
Rolling off to lie next to her on the bed, Jase played with her curly hair as she lay on the pillow. “I feel like it’s been too long since we got to do this - at least this many times in a row.”
“Yeah, well, who’s to blame for that, mister?” said Maggie with a quirk of her eyebrow.
“I know, I know,” said Jase. “Things have been busy with the club, I know. Henry’s finally giving me better jobs than just bartending.”
“Ugh,” said Maggie immediately. She twisted around dramatically. “Don’t even want to hear his name.”
Jase laughed and tweaked her nose. “Maggie, we’re fucking in the man’s house.”
“Yeah, well, not for long,” she said.
“Oh?” said Jase. He laid his head down on the pillow next to her and gave her a hopeful grin. “Finally going to move in with me?”
Maggie grinned back at him and scooted a little closer. She had practiced broaching this conversation for hours in the mirror before her father had finally left the house, allowing Jase time to come over. “Maybe… “
“Seriously?” said Jase. He perched on his elbow and looked at her.
“When you put a goddamn ring on it,” she said with a laugh. Jase mussed up her hair. It was the response she always gave him when he asked about moving in. She waited just a beat before she tacked on the new part. “And if we’re moving into some place that’s not in LeBeau.”
When he didn’t answer right away, she looked up at his eyes. Some part of her knew he might be resistant, but truth be told, the bigger part of her heart which held his love had no fear until she saw that worried sternness in his jade-colored eyes.
Jase took a deep breath. “You’re still on about this?”
“About moving away? Yeah, I’m still ‘on about it’,” said Maggie. “Did you think I wasn’t serious when I brought it up before?”
Jase sighed and rolled over onto his back. Maggie felt her heart start to ache when he threw his legs off the side of the bed and checked his phone.
“Jase, don’t ignore me,” she said.
Jase turned half around. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to ignore you. I’ve just heard this before. Every time you and Henry have a fight, you talk about getting out of here.”
His words stung. He made her sound so reactionary and emotional. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it? Why do you want to get away from here so bad, Maggie? I don’t get it.”
“Yes you do, you just don’t agree with it.”
“You’re right, I don’t. Henry has only ever made my life better, and you’re asking me to feel exactly the opposite about him—and break my commitment to the club by leaving,” said Jase. He stood up and put on his boxers.
Maggie sat up. “I’m not asking you to feel differently about Henry. How could I? I just… don’t you get it, Jase, that the Henry you know and the Henry I know are not the same man? He gives you the world, and every opportunity, but he can’t push me away from all of it fast enough. He acts like I didn’t grow up in that fucking clubhouse right alongside you.”
“You’re his daughter, of course he’s going to treat you differently from some stray kid he picked up.” Maggie could hear the tone in his voice had gone to a bitter place. “But he’s never let you want for anything. Hell, he’d probably let you live here until you’re a senior citizen.”
“That’s not the same thing as love,” said Maggie, shifting up onto her knees. “Giving me an easy place to live only makes sure I owe him obedience to his rules. He doesn’t care what I want—only what he wants. And he wants me to be with some normal person with an office job, a boring husband, and a weekend hobby.”
Jase stood at the end of the bed, clearly frustrated, but unable to find the words for it. He put his hands on his thin waist and shook his head. Maggie crawled up to him and leaned against his chest. He put one arm around her back with a light touch.
“He’s not going to let this keep on, Jase,” she said in a quiet voice. “You’re becoming his golden boy at the MC, but he wants me as far away from it as he can get me. You can’t honestly tell me you haven’t noticed what’s been going on since we got together…”
“We’ve been together a long time,” said Jase. He wouldn’t look at her.
“As friends, yes. And he was fine with that. But the second we crossed that line…”
Jase shook his head but said nothing.
“He’s kept you as busy as possible with club stuff. He’s kept me here as much as he can, and when you’re not here, he makes very clear that he isn’t happy about us. Haven’t you noticed that every time you stop by when he’s here, he finds some way to get you out of
the house quickly? I mean, why are you even here right now, Jase? You have work in less than six hours.”
“It was the only time we…” he trailed off.
“It was the only time we could find where Henry wouldn’t be around,” said Maggie for him. “Where we knew he would be busy and we could steal a few hours. Is that how you want this to be—us forever sneaking around my dad?”