by Joanna Blake
“Can you, um, do that some more?”
“Do what?” He licked her pussy softly, making lazy circles. “Lick you like this?”
“Yes and, um, the other thing.”
“Play with your clit?”
“Hmm hmmm…”
He took mercy on her. He’d wanted her to say it, but this was almost as good. He could work on her shyness a little later.
Once they were back in the hotel making the beast with two backs.
“Okay Jess, if you insist…”
She squealed as he dove back in, giving her every thing he had. His tongue worked her pussy hard while his caloused fingers danced over her sensitive nub.
In no time at all, she was coming.
Loudly.
Kendall tried not to laugh as she creamed all over his face. Her hips were boucning as she rode his face, all shyness gone. Her gorgeous little legs were shaking as he plunged his tongue into her again and again.
“Damn, Jess. That was hot.”
She was blushing ferociously as he kissed her pussy one last time and helped her pull her panties and tights back up.
She snuggled into his side.
“That was nice?”
“Nice?”
She blushed again, hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Good, because I want to do it again.”
“Again?”
“Uh huh. As soon as we get back to the hotel. And… other things.”
“Oh.”
“Would you like that Jess?”
She nodded.
“Yes Kendall. I would.”
Epilogue
Kendall
“You brought her? Your new bird?”
Kendall laughed, glad Jessica was upstairs watching BBC in her pajamas. She was loving the Ritz, with the antique furniture and traditional decor. It was right up her alley.
“I’m not letting her out of my sight for a minute.”
Nick downed his champagne and another was poured for him, almost like magic. Every eye in the hotel bar was staring at them. And no wonder.
Kendall was mega famous, but here in London, Nick was a God.
Which was one of the reasons the rocker lived in LA most of the year. He hated the attention. But he loved his ‘mum.’ So it was lucky that they were both here at the same time.
“And she’s a civilian?”
“She’s a doctor actually.”
“You know, I’ve got something she could have a look at…”
“She’s an animal doctor.”
“Well, that’s good. I’ve got an anaconda that needs some attention.”
“Shut up, you pervert. Like you aren’t rolling in babes.”
“True, true.”
Nick gave Kendall a thoughtful look, ignoring the women preening at the bar.
“You seem different. You’re serious about this one, aren’t you?”
“She’s special. One in a million.”
He slapped Nick’s back.
“No, a billion.”
“You’re thinking of shacking up, then?”
“Already done.”
Nick leaned back on the chaise, looking overwhelmed.
“The student has surpassed the teacher.”
Kendall laughed.
“You’ll meet your match. I’m sure of it.”
“Never gonna happen. No woman can handle me.”
“That might be true.”
“Did you tell Bruce?”
“Not yet. He’s worse than you are.”
“Who me? He’s sworn off women. I’m just availing myself of all the variety life has to offer.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Nick raised a glass.
“To lady doctors and understatements.”
They toasted and downed their drinks.
“Speaking of lady doctors… I better get back upstairs. I want you to meet her when we’re back in LA.”
“Keep your nickers clean. I’d love to meet her. Oh and Kendall?”
He stopped and turned back to stare at the rocker, looking rakish in his leather pants and torn t-shirt. Two women were already sliding into the lounge chair on either side of him.
“Yes?”
“Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
Kendall smiled, not at all worried about that. It would happen. And soon, if he had anything to say about it.
“I was hoping you’d be the best man.”
Nick thought that was hysterical, and dissolved into drunken laughter.
“Don’t tell Bruce, he’ll get jealous!”
“I was thinking I’d have two.”
“You’re a right bastard, you are. Stealing all my fun.”
Kendall shook his head and walked out, already thinking about what was waiting for him upstairs. She’d be wrapped in the blankets, reading or watching Dr. Who.
Maybe they could order a late night snack and feed it to each other. What he really wanted was to have another marathon sex session but he knew he’d have to go easy on her, she was still a beginner.
He could not wait to teach her everything he knew.
And for the first time, he knew he’d have the time he needed to do it. She wasn’t going to run off again or assume the worse. He had all the time he needed to prove that she was safe.
That he loved her and always would.
He grabbed a Cadbury bar from the shop and hurried to the penthouse. His girl had a sweet tooth. Come to think of it, so did he.
It was a damn good thing she was so sweet.
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BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
PUSH
GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One)
HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two)
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Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection)
Torpedo
Cuffed (The Untouchables MC)
Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 1)
Ride With The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 2)
Trust The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 3)
Dance With The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 4)
Dare Me (ROCK GODS)
Slay Me (ROCK GODS)
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Excerpt of Torpedo
Gabe
"Hmmfff, this is good."
I grinned at the gorgeous girl who was staring out the window. She was trying not to look at me, I realized. To give me privacy so I could eat.
It was considerate.
But I didn't like it.
Not one bit.
And this sandwich was damn good. Delicious even. She'd done something with basic turkey and made it delicious. Avocado, tomato and sliced onions. A touch of mustard and... I think she'd put a little salt and vinegar on the veggies.
I smacked my lips.
Yep, that was it. Oil and vinegar. That's the kind of sandwich you got in an authentic Italian cafe. I looked at her with newfound respect. Tabitha was full of surprises.
The girl could cook.
I let my eyes travel over her curves, wondering what else she could do. That led to a couple of visual images that were definitely not PG. Or even PG 13. More like R verging on those soft-core movies they showed late at night on certain cable channels.
The 'movies' with the terrible actors and actresses with fake boobs. There was nothing fake on Tabitha though. I licked my lips, looking her over.
Hmmmfff... not one damn thing. I tilted my head to the side, trying to imagine her naked. And smiling. And-
"Are you okay?"
Tabitha ran across the room and thwaked me on the back. I coughed out the bite I'd been slowly chewing. I had not been choking. I had simply been distracted by her bodacious-
"Gabe!"
She was staring at me, reaching for my mouth. I realized she was going to start manually clearing my air pipe in about three seconds if I didn't say anything. I guess she was a pretty good nurse after all. Or nurse-in-training.
"I'm fine!"
I was, however, hard as a rock. Tabby was kneeling between my knees, her hands on my thighs. It was an almost-about-to-give-head position. I stared at her, my eyes devouring her. I wanted to remember this moment, for later.
She smelled so good, like vanilla and cinnamon. She looked even better than she smelled, with her wide eyes and creamy skin, those gorgeous lips of hers parted unconsciously. It was too much. I felt my cock lurch in response.
I moaned. Loudly.
She leaned back, moving her hands away from my knees.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. I just-"
I grabbed a magazine and dropped it on my lap.
"I'm fine."
She looked at me suspiciously, as if she knew I was lying. Or kind of lying. I was fine other than having a nuclear warhead in my pants. But she knew something was up.
Clearly, Tabitha's bullshit-o-meter was a finely tuned piece of equipment.
That didn't surprise me actually. She hadn't had an easy time of it back in high school. From what I could tell, the guys were always after her but she didn't have a lot of friends.
She had a reputation as kind of a tough girl actually.
She didn't look tough to me though. She never had. She looked... just over it. The girl was not easily impressed. I realized we had that in common.
"So, what have you been up to? Since high school?"
She narrowed her eyes at me. I could see her chewing the inside of her cheek. It made me want to yank her down on my lap and-
"This isn't a social call, Gabe. I'm here to take care of you."
I held up my hands and smiled cajolingly. Thankfully the magazine didn't slip. That would have been embarrassing.
And it would have ruined the plans I was making. My dirty mind was very, very busy today. First, I had plans to get her in bed, and then I had lots of ideas what to do once I had her there.
My earlier resistance to having her as my aid was rapidly fading. No, I did not want this ridiculously hot woman seeing me like this. But maybe I could use it to my advantage.
Gain her sympathy and all that.
Besides, I never backed away from a challenge.
Somehow, having her resist my attempts to draw her out was making me even more determined. She couldn't be more appealing if she was covered in whipped cream with cherries on top.
But she wasn't making it easy. Tabby was a tough nut to crack. I could not stop myself from wanting to crack her shell wide open.
As annoying as it was to be stuck in a wheelchair, I was going to use whatever I could to get Tabby in my bed. I was going to get this girl, once and for all. Not just once or twice either. I wanted a year long fuck-a-thon. Maybe longer.
I'd have to soften her up first though. I smiled to myself, thinking that wouldn't be a problem. I knew how to charm someone when I needed to.
By the time I was walking, she'd be at my beck and call.
"But I need to stay in good spirits. Isn't that part of healing? I thought I read that fifty percent of all healing was mental."
I gave her a sad look.
"I'm... lonely. Stuck down here by myself. I'm just asking you to talk, not for your hand in marriage."
She stared at me, her eyes searching. She glanced at her watch. Then she shrugged.
"Okay, fine. You don't need to take any pills for a few more hours. What do you want to talk about?"
I leaned back in my seat, mentally rubbing my hands together. And then undressing her. And then-
"I wondered what happened to you after high school. Fill me in."
She looked more than a little uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I was curious. And it wasn't like I was going to tell anyone.
"What do you want to know?"
I smiled.
"Everything."
Excerpt of Torpedo
Gabe
"Hmmfff, this is good."
I grinned at the gorgeous girl who was staring out the window. She was trying not to look at me, I realized. To give me privacy so I could eat.
It was considerate.
But I didn't like it.
Not one bit.
And this sandwich was damn good. Delicious even. She'd done something with basic turkey and made it delicious. Avocado, tomato and sliced onions. A touch of mustard and... I think she'd put a little salt and vinegar on the veggies.
I smacked my lips.
Yep, that was it. Oil and vinegar. That's the kind of sandwich you got in an authentic Italian cafe. I looked at her with newfound respect. Tabitha was full of surprises.
The girl could cook.
I let my eyes travel over her curves, wondering what else she could do. That led to a couple of visual images that were definitely not PG. Or even PG 13. More like R verging on those soft-core movies they showed late at night on certain cable channels.
The 'movies' with the terrible actors and actresses with fake boobs. There was nothing fake on Tabitha though. I licked my lips, looking her over.
Hmmmfff... not one damn thing. I tilted my head to the side, trying to imagine her naked. And smiling. And-
"Are you okay?"
Tabitha ran across the room and thwaked me on the back. I coughed out the bite I'd been slowly chewing. I had not been choking. I had simply been distracted by her bodacious-
"Gabe!"
She was staring at me, reaching for my mouth. I realized she was going to start manually clearing my air pipe in about three seconds if I didn't say anything. I guess she was a pretty good nurse after all. Or nurse-in-training.
"I'm fine!"
I was, however, hard as a rock. Tabby was kneeling between my knees, her hands on my thighs. It was an almost-about-to-give-head position. I stared at her, my eyes devouring her. I wanted to remember this moment, for later.
She smelled so good, like vanilla and cinnamon. She looked even better than she smelled, with her wide eyes and creamy skin, those gorgeous lips of hers parted unconsciously. It was too much. I felt my cock lurch in response.
I moaned. Loudly.
She leaned back, moving her hands away from my knees.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. I just-"
I grabbed a magazine and dropped it on my lap.
"I'm fine."
She looked at me suspiciously, as if she knew I was lyi
ng. Or kind of lying. I was fine other than having a nuclear warhead in my pants. But she knew something was up.
Clearly, Tabitha's bullshit-o-meter was a finely tuned piece of equipment.
That didn't surprise me actually. She hadn't had an easy time of it back in high school. From what I could tell, the guys were always after her but she didn't have a lot of friends.
She had a reputation as kind of a tough girl actually.
She didn't look tough to me though. She never had. She looked... just over it. The girl was not easily impressed. I realized we had that in common.
"So, what have you been up to? Since high school?"
She narrowed her eyes at me. I could see her chewing the inside of her cheek. It made me want to yank her down on my lap and-
"This isn't a social call, Gabe. I'm here to take care of you."
I held up my hands and smiled cajolingly. Thankfully the magazine didn't slip. That would have been embarrassing.
And it would have ruined the plans I was making. My dirty mind was very, very busy today. First, I had plans to get her in bed, and then I had lots of ideas what to do once I had her there.
My earlier resistance to having her as my aid was rapidly fading. No, I did not want this ridiculously hot woman seeing me like this. But maybe I could use it to my advantage.
Gain her sympathy and all that.
Besides, I never backed away from a challenge.
Somehow, having her resist my attempts to draw her out was making me even more determined. She couldn't be more appealing if she was covered in whipped cream with cherries on top.
But she wasn't making it easy. Tabby was a tough nut to crack. I could not stop myself from wanting to crack her shell wide open.
As annoying as it was to be stuck in a wheelchair, I was going to use whatever I could to get Tabby in my bed. I was going to get this girl, once and for all. Not just once or twice either. I wanted a year long fuck-a-thon. Maybe longer.
I'd have to soften her up first though. I smiled to myself, thinking that wouldn't be a problem. I knew how to charm someone when I needed to.