by Harper Sloan
He flexes his fingers against my skin, rubs his hard cock against the seam of my pants, and groans loud and long. “Sunshine, this body that you think isn’t perfect would kill me if it got any better. Stop beating yourself up, okay? You start questioning just how much I want this perfect body, then I have no issues with reminding you just how much I crave it.”
He finishes his statement and drops to his knees. His legs go between my still spread ones, his cock bobbing against his stomach, his face nuzzling right against my aching pussy.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
His deft fingers grab the waistband of my pants and bring them along with my panties down as far as they will go. He doesn’t even pause. His fingers clamp on to my hips and he pulls me against his face. With the height difference, I have to come up on my toes and brace my arms as far as I can. His cock is just inches from my lips, and I know that, if I drop my arms slightly, I can take him deep.
Taking one hand off the mat, I grasp him firmly in my hand. He growls against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to clench deep within. It’s not going to take long for me to come, and I want him right there with me.
Since I can only use one hand without falling, I wrap my fingers tightly and bring my lips down to suck him as deep as I can take him. His swollen head hits the back of my throat, and I relax, breathe through my nose, and take his hard length even deeper.
He pulls his mouth off my drenched pussy and spits out, “Fuck me.” The sound echoes through the room.
My victory of gaining the upper hand is short-lived. One firm palm comes down hard on my ass cheek and he digs his fingers in deep. With his hand full of my ass, his other hand still helping holding me up, and his mouth back against my swollen lips, he gives me everything he has. He doesn’t just lick and suck—he devours my pussy with a fierceness I’ve never known him capable of. I feel it across every inch of my skin and deep within my body.
And I know I’m going to come harder than I’ve ever come before.
I double my efforts at making him come. My head starting to rush from being upside down so long is only adding to the fire his lips and tongue are creating. I moan against his cock, feeling him twitch in my mouth. Taking my hand off his hard shaft, I grab his balls lightly and play with them for a few seconds. Using my tongue, I lick around his head, pressing against the vein in his shaft and nipping lightly with my teeth. Trusting that he has my balance under control, I bring my other hand off the floor. His hand moves from playing with my ass to hold on to the other side of my hips.
Giving him everything I have, I suck and lick until I feel his balls in my right hand start to pull tight. His shaft grows even harder, and I give him hard suck before his come is shooting deep down my throat.
And right when I swallow the last drop, I feel his teeth clamp down on my clit and his mouth give the most delicious suction. I come so hard that my knees buckle and I scream his name. My hands, which have now fallen to his muscular thighs, dig in and ride each wave.
His tongue continues to lick my wetness from my pussy and thighs. His hungry groans and my panting are the only things that can be heard over the music still playing in the background. When he finishes, he helps me stand and turns me to face him. My pants falling to my ankles mid spin causes me to fall forward into his chest.
“Don’t ever doubt that I love this fucking body, Chelcie. Not that I don’t mind proving you wrong, but it pisses me off that you just can’t see how beautiful you are.”
I nod, my mind stuck in a fog from the orgasm still hanging close.
He shakes his head and laughs lightly. “Still don’t believe me?” he questions with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Oh. Hell.
“I could use some more convincing,” I whisper.
And just like that, I find myself back over his shoulder, his long legs making the trek back up the stairs and into our bedroom.
Where he spends the rest of our son’s naptime proving to me just how much he loves my body.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I’m going to keep this short and sweet this time.
Thank you to my family. You guys have to deal with me walking around like a zombie for months at a time, the house looking like a tornado came through and the times that I forget which way is up. I love you guys.
To my betas, I love you ladies. You keep me going, you aren’t afraid to tell me when I suck, and you love my boys just as much as I do. Danielle, Becky, Lara and Midian. MUAH!
To my weirdo keeper, PA, whip handler and basically the only person in the world that calls me on my shit . . . daily. Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself and that shit is scary. So, Danielle Calcote . . . I kinda love you. Even if you are always right.
To my editor, Mickey. I love you girlfriend. You deal with my freak-outs and you clean up my messes. Not to mention, you’re amazing! XOXO
My girls—FBGM—I.LOVE.YOU. Sweet Lord I wouldn’t be able to make it through a day without our daily messages, pictures, and voice chats. You ladies keep me going when I want to stop, you motivate me when I need it, make me laugh when I just want to scream and hands down I respect and admire you ladies like you wouldn’t believe. Ella Fox, Aurora Rose Reynolds, Rochelle Paige, Tessa Teevan, and Kristi Webster. You ladies . . . I love you almost as much as I love dick pics.
Angela Druck, Kelly Knott and Katie Benson. Look bitches, I dedicated a book to you whores . . . I should have known you would want more. JK! LOVE YOU 3!
My ‘crew’—Renee, Jenn, Andee, Hollie, Shantel, Stamos, Felicia and Kelly . . . I love you bitches. HAVE MERCY!
To my Alpha Babes! I love you guys and I love the post you give me daily, but most of all I love how much you love my boys. Uh, that’s a lot of love. LOL!! Especially Pam and Christi for providing the ‘Dates from Hell’ inspiration!
To Melissa Gill. Another cover in babe! Thank you for everything you do for me. And for being such an amazing friend. I love you!
To Brenda Wright. I love you! Thank you for always being there for me. I’m so lucky to have you in my life!
To Eric Wainwright and Alex Atanasov. Thank you for bringing life to the ‘Asher’ in my mind. Eric your photography is amazing and Alex I can’t thank you enough for being my ‘Asher’
To Jennifer Leon at Carsmart! You keep me entertained when I come and pile mountains of packages on your counter—and you inspired Nik the Dick, hello! Brilliant! <3
To every reader, blogger, reviewer, and fan. You make what I do so rewarding. Knowing that you enjoy my words, love my boys and crave me is the biggest gift you could ever give me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
LOCKE PLAYLIST
Stupid Boy—preformed by Cassadee Pope
Demons—Imagine Dragons
Better Than Me—Hinder
Unconditionally—Katy Perry
This is What it Feels Like—Armin van Buuren
Wings—Birdy
Let Her Go—Passenger
Wasting All These Tears—Cassadee Pope
Back From the Dead—Skylar Grey
Run—Matt Nathanson feat. Sugarland
Searchlight—Phillip Phillips
I’ll Follow You—Jon McLaughlin
Give Me Love—Ed Sheeran
Get Her Back—Robin Thicke
Shattered—Trading Yesterday
Watch Me—Paul McDonald & Nikki Reed
Stay With Me—Sam Smith
Chandelier—Sia
Human—Christina Perri
I Won’t Give Up—Jason Mraz
Find You—Zedd
Build Me Up Buttercup—Gary Lewis & The Playboys
To my husband.
I kinda like you.
A lot.
Even when you snore.
PROLOGUE
Maddox
Six weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.
Just gone.
It took me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her car—d
own in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d done a shit job of it. One search for her parents would have brought me right to her.
It took me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for three weeks. She called in her meals and never left the room. And unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get my hands on her.
She doesn’t want to be found. I know that, but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my body has screamed at me to take what she’s been offering for years. I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.
Since day one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke the life out of her. Just like every other person I’ve allowed in.
I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.
One smile from her made me fall. So I pushed her away. I told her that she would never be what I need—that I would never want her. God, if she only knew. I crave her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. I crave her and everything she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I work daily to refuse it.
So I pushed.
Until she ran.
But that ends right now.
Looking up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was my first mistake.
SYN.
A motherfucking strip club.
This is not a place where my angel belongs. Just the thought of her inside this club makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger becoming a force of its own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst through. It’s burning inside my veins and demanding blood. My nostrils flare, making my breaths come in loud pants. My fist clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each wild beat of my heart.
I’m going to explode.
The bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. He gives me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish place. I immediately rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting and leather booths lining the room. They have the name right with the smell of this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.
The whole top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’ legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.
That’s when I spot her.
“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.
The anger I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of its own. The monsters inside me wanting free.
There she stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next to nothing. Her skirt—if that’s what you want to call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the side—I can just make out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the bottom of the hem. Her pert tits are pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can see the outline of her nipples clear as day.
My eyes take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.
No one should see her like this. No one but me. And even though I don’t have the right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me now.
She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing. She turns right when I’m about to reach out for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful, honey-brown eyes.
“Wha—”
“What the fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out.
She shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes stiff. I can tell instantly that I’m not going to like anything she has to say.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Emmy. What in the hell are you doing in this place?”
She tilts her head slightly, taking me in. Her eyes leave mine and roam the room before she gives a stiff nod. When she turns her focus back to me, I go stock-still at her words.
“I’m exactly where I should be, Maddox. I’m home.” Her tone is submissive, and that fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.
With that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar. And I see that not only is her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink boy shorts.
“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass, right?” The man she was just talking to speaks in awe.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has been flipped.
“Ah, you’re new here. Just sit back, my friend, and get ready for the show.” He laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the main stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the fucking pole with her pussy. She’s working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing.
I’m no stranger to strip clubs. Back when the guys were all single, we would hit some local ones around California. No better way to let off some steam from the shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a room full of naked woman. Where the music pounds into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy is in abundance.
One thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy. Hell no.
Without taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth. She’s in a heated argument with the bartender and an older man who looks about as run-down as this fucking town. She throws her hands in the air, her head moving wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning bright. She points over to me a few times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her what she wants. I just scowl at them from the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain to her that it’s time to go.
“Hey there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right. “Looking for some fun tonight? I bet a big man like you would be up for something wild.”
“No.” I don’t even look at her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now looking at me. A mix of ire and hurt is written all over her face. Even with the shit lighting in this place, I can see it . . . and I hate it.
Fucking hurt? Is she serious right now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t want to be found and I found her.
“I won’t bite, baby. That is unless you want me to.” Her hands snake around my neck and down my chest.
Turning my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair, weathered skin, and fake tan of this bitch in front of me. I’ll give her credit—she tries to hide it with more than enough makeup for about ten women, but this piece of work in front of me has to be pushing fifty.
“I said no, woman. What part of that didn’t you understand? And for the last time, do not touch me.” I reach up and pull her hand off my stomach before she can go any further.
Moving my eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty. What the hell? I scan the room but she is still nowhere to be found.
“Ah, sweet cheeks. I know what you want. Good luck with that one. Rose doesn’t play around, and honey, why would you want her when you can have me? After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can guess her intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her w
ords to her advantage.
I turn swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit up in her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.
“Do. Not. Touch. Me. You got that, sweet cheeks?”
She looks me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back and laughing. The sound of it hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard.
“Your loss.”
When she walks off, I start my scan of the room again. No Emmy in sight. I run my hand over my buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.
Thirty minutes later and I still haven’t found her. The crowd is getting restless. The chicks taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and they undoubtedly want more. The pole humper has moved on to one of the smaller stages. The last act on the main stage was slightly better, but all she did was basically finger-fuck herself on the stage before fumbling to get to her feet on her ridiculous heels.
Jesus Christ.
I wait, determined not to leave until I have her with me. Another thirty minutes and two more rotations on the stages have my frustration levels going up even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The tracking device on her car, which is sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any movement. I’ll be damned if she takes off on me again.
After signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone again to make sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning. I’m just putting my phone in my pocket when a deep voice cuts over the music.