Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1)

by Derrick, Zoey

  Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  More Books By Zoey

  About Zoey

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY~ONE

  TWENTY~TWO

  TWENTY~THREE

  TWENTY~FOUR

  TWENTY~FIVE

  TWENTY~SIX

  TWENTY~SEVEN

  TWENTY~EIGHT

  TWENTY~NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY~ONE

  THIRTY~TWO

  THIRTY~THREE

  THIRTY~FOUR

  THIRTY~FIVE

  THIRTY~SIX

  THIRTY~SEVEN

  THIRTY~EIGHT

  THIRTY~NINE

  FORTY

  FORTY~ONE

  FORTY~TWO

  FORTY~THREE

  FORTY~FOUR

  FORTY~FIVE

  FORTY~SIX

  FORTY~SEVEN

  FORTY~EIGHT

  FORTY~NINE

  FIFTY

  FIFTY~ONE

  COMING SOON

  COVER

  Cover Model: Christopher John

  Photographer: Assad Shalhoub

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  Cover Design: Parajunkee Design www.parajunkee.net

  EDITING

  Mandy Smith & Lorraine Montuori - Raw Kink Publishing www.rawkinkpublishing.com

  Copyright © 2016 Zoey Derrick

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: 978-0996896634

  The following is a work of fiction, events that transpire may be similar in nature to real life situations, but are portrayed fictionally here. Research has been conducted however, what you read here may not be entirely accurate.

  The following may not be resold, reproduced or redistributed without the express written consent of the owner of the copyright, Zoey Derrick, Kinky Panda Publishing or Zoey Derrick Publishing. For further information, please contact Zoey at Zoey@ZoeyDerrick.com for more information.

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  ONE

  *~* ARYN *~*

  I wish I could tell you that the chick slobbering all over my dick was actually doing a good job. Okay, maybe she’s not doing a half bad job, but I’ll be damned if I’m enjoying it. Sure, it will get me off, eventually, but I’d hardly call it a qualified success.

  “That’s it, baby,” I encourage her. She’s blonde and well, easy. I picked her up in a bar not more than an hour ago, and here we are, in the back of my Durango, in some parking lot in the middle of Los Angeles.

  Since 69 Bottles came off tour about seven months ago, I haven’t had much luck in the chick department. In fact, the last semi-decent experience I had was all the way back in New York, with my charge and best friend Dex and his new wife, Raine. Though that was hardly a success either. Sure, Raine is hot as hell, but the chick had a set of balls on her that drove me mad. Okay, not really balls, but she sure stuck it to Dex. That man was whipped from day one.

  I slide my hand into the blonde’s hair, guiding and helping her though it seems pointless. I’d had no intention of screwing her, but… “I have an idea,” I tell her and I pull a condom from my pocket and hand it to her. Her eyes light up and she doesn’t hesitate to rip it open. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. She has the doe-eyed look down pat and I know where this is going. She’s going to ask for my number when this is over, but what’s sad is I don’t remember her name. If she told me, I didn’t hear it, or I just don’t give a shit.

  She rolls the condom over my cock and then sits up, unhooking her bra, though why she’s wearing one is kind of beyond me. She’s barely big enough to handle one and it’s disappointing really. Though I’ve always considered myself more of an ass man than a boob man, having both is always a perk.

  She makes a sad attempt at pressing her tits together around my cock and I let my head fall back. Trying to act interested, though my mind starts to wander elsewhere.

  I think back to that night in New York. I’m not entirely sure what went wrong with Raine and Dex that night, why he froze and why she bolted out the door. The reason for my distraction didn’t have much to do with Raine or that I was sticking my dick in her, but more to the fact that Dex was naked.

  I shake my head, dispelling the thoughts of Dex. No, I’m not gay. I like boobs, I like cunts and the asses that come with them.

  She unzips her pants, momentarily distracting me. Oddly enough, a vision comes to mind…what if she had a cock? What if she were…yeah, it’s possible. She’s not my most feminine of choices. Her jeans slide down, taking her panties with them and I’m met with… I sigh, though to her it probably sounds more like desire as she awkwardly makes her way out of her jeans.

  When she’s free of the trap of pants, she slides her hand down her stomach and over her hairless mound. Fingering her pussy briefly before bringing her hand to her mouth, licking it and returning it to her slit. She has a nice big clit, one tha
t would be great for sucking on, but I’m definitely not in the mood for that, not tonight.

  Her eyes roll up into her head as she pleasures herself. In an effort to keep myself hard, I grab my dick in my hand and start to stroke it gently while watching her. Though I see her, I’m looking through her more than I’m actually paying attention to her. I’m not conceited, okay maybe a little, but I’m a good looking guy. I’m tall, muscular with my own sex appeal and of course the dirty blond hair everyone loves, but this chick has got to be a new low for me. Though I never actually hand over my real name when meeting chicks in clubs, this one in particular got the name I use when I really want nothing more to do with them.

  After a few more moans, strokes and flicks of fingers, she finally straddles me. Her pussy comes to rest over the head of my cock. I smell her arousal now and though she doesn’t smell awful, it’s definitely not a sweet smell, the smell I love so much. She lowers herself onto my shaft. “Mmm,” I moan, she doesn’t feel half bad. A little snug, this might not be so bad.

  Once she’s lowered herself onto my cock, she sits up, grabbing hold of the handles that run along the top of the windows in the back of my truck to give herself leverage and I give her points for creativity.

  In an attempt to put forth some effort into this excursion, I cup her small tits in my big hands, and roll her tiny nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moans and her pussy clenches down on my cock. She starts to grind. Her eyes roll up into her head again and she begins moaning louder and louder, to the point of a high pitched squeal.

  Her pussy convulses, her hips twitch and she cries out as she orgasms and then stops.

  Her hands release the straps and she falls forward onto my chest, snuggling into me. You have got to be kidding me.

  I try to slide my cock into her pussy but the angle is awful and she clamps her hips down on me and squeezes me out.

  I roll my eyes. A fucking one and done. No wonder why she sucked my cock for so long. If she’d been any good at it, I might have been able to come when she did, but nope.

  My cock goes soft. The condom is irritating me. “Up you go.” I fight the urge to growl in anger at her.

  She groans and snuggles into me.

  “Nope, you gotta get up. I gotta take this condom off,” I say through clenched teeth and she lazily starts to move, finally rolling off me to sit next to me.

  I pull the condom from my dick and tie it off, then stuff it into the trash bag I keep in the back of my truck and I pull my jeans up. “You need to get dressed before I open the door,” I tell her and she whines and reluctantly gets up.

  She lays her head on my back, wrapping her arms around me. Yup, I should have known she’d be the type. I pat her arm. “I gotta get moving. I have to be to work in an hour,” I lie.

  “Where do you work?” she says sleepily.

  “I’m a bouncer in a bar.”

  “Oh? What bar?”

  “It’s exclusive,” I grumble.

  “Can I come with you?”

  I fight the urge to sigh while rolling my eyes. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”

  “Some other night?”

  “Definitely,” I lie again.

  “Okay, Mike.” Oh good, she was paying attention. “I need to get your number,” she says as she lets me go and goes fishing for her jeans.

  “After you get dressed,” I tell her and she scurries into action, pulling her jeans on, then her top. She conveniently forgets her panties. I’ve seen this routine before; she’s going to give them to me as ‘something to remember our first night together’.

  Once she’s sufficiently covered, I pop the back gate and climb out. She follows shortly after, phone in hand, ready to put in my number.

  “What’s your number, baby?” she coos.

  “Nine oh three, five, seven, six, eight,” I tell her and she quickly keys it in. I can’t help but glance over her shoulder, curious what I got labeled this time. Hottie Mike. I roll my eyes again, she can’t even be original.

  “Great, I just texted you mine.”

  “Perfect.” There is a chime that rings from the front seat of my car, she hears it and turns toward me. “Got it,” I tell her.

  She wraps her arms around me. “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”

  “I know, I’m sorry.” I give her a tentative pat on the back. “But text me,” I tell her with a smirk.

  “Alright,” she says but doesn’t release me, instead she tucks something into my back pocket. Her panties.

  “What are you doing?” I pull back.

  “Oh, just something for you to remember me by.”

  I smile sweetly at her. The only person in this conversation that knows the smile is fake is me.

  I lean down and kiss her quickly on the head and I close the gate of the truck and move around it. She follows and the pleasantries continue for another minute or so before she heads back inside the bar and I pull out. As soon as I round the corner, out of sight, I pull her panties from my pocket and I toss them out the window. I look at my phone.

  There’s a text from Dex. “You have excellent timing, motherfucker.” I smile.

  TWO

  “I’M DRIVING, WHAT’S up?”

  “Where are you?” Dex asks. I called him because I needed to put some distance between me and the bar.

  “I was out.”

  “Trolling again? Did you score?”

  “Shut it,” I snap.

  “Wow, what the hell climbed up your cooter?”

  “Fuck off,” I tell him again.

  “No, seriously, what’s the deal?”

  “Not a conversation to have on the phone. What do you need?” I let the tension and my irritation roll off me the longer Dex is on my phone. Dex and I have been the best of friends since the moment we met a few years ago. Though being a bodyguard should prevent personal relationships, being in close proximity to Dex is something that’s required. I quickly learned that he needed me more than he realized and by needing me, it usually meant rescuing him from his revolving door of women or retrieving him from all night drug binges. At least until he got sober. Now I seem to be his voice of reason, well, I was until Raine came along.

  No, I’m not bitter about it. She is great to him and even better for him. She and I get along well, despite our history back in New York. I’ve slept with my best friend’s wife. Though I’d hardly call it that and I don’t dwell on the fact that it happened. The night was fucked up from the word go and only got worse. I’m not the type to feel guilty about sleeping with a woman, but I did when it came to her. I knew then that she and Dex were meant to be together and I just got in the way.

  “Alright, how about Tuesday night, our place?” he asks.

  “What time?”

  I can tell he pulls away from the phone because when he talks to Raine, he’s muffled, but I hear, “He’s coming, what time?”

  I don’t hear Raine’s reply and all I want to do is bite back that I haven’t said I’d come. Then again, Dex knows me better than that. “Any time after five,” he finally answers.

  “Yeah, alright. Should I bring anything?”

  “A date.”

  I snort, “Like that’s ever gonna happen.”

  “No, we got it covered,” Dex replies, dodging my comment. We seem to be having these conversations more and more lately.

  “Anyone else coming?” I ask.

  “Nope, just you. Dinner, and a chat.”

  “About what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me as I take the ramp onto the highway, headed toward home. Not that home is really where I want to be, but it’s better than being out. At least there I can rub out the orgasm Blondie failed to take from me. I shudder.

  “Don’t worry about it. We’ll have more details on Tuesday and we can go from there.”

  I roll my eyes for the hundredth time tonight. “Yeah, alright. I’ll be there.”

  “See you then.”

  “Later,” I tell him and hit the end button o
n my steering wheel.

  Tonight is Sunday. I have a meeting with Mills, my boss, and Cami, Mills’s boss and owner of Bold International, tomorrow that will likely take up my whole day. It’s rare that those downtown trips last less than an hour.

  Then…well, fuck, I have nothing else to do until Tuesday.

  Arriving home is bittersweet. My apartment is tiny, a mess and well, what would you expect on a bodyguard’s salary, at least, when he doesn’t work consistently. I am pretty sure that is what tomorrow is all about. Mills rarely calls me into meetings with the Bold bigwigs unless it’s something ridiculously important. I’ve been a bodyguard for Bold International for the last four years. Working for them has led me to work with celebrities, musicians and the like. Which is how I ended up one of a small handful of bodyguards for the 69 Bottles nationwide tour this last spring. If Mills is calling me in, more than likely it has something to do with needing me somewhere else. Which is fine considering the band isn’t doing anything for a while.

  My apartment is a modest one bedroom in a fourplex building. My apartment is on the bottom right. My neighbor is an older lady who I don’t see much, but who has always been nice to me when I’ve seen her.

  The apartment above me is occupied by a family of three. Their son is like four or five, and even though kids are not my favorite humans, this one isn’t so bad. He doesn’t jump around too much. The apartment upstairs and opposite is vacant and has been for some time. When I knew Raine and Dex were looking, they’d come over and looked at it, but then Addison, 69 Bottles’ public relations representative and the wife of 69 Bottles frontman Talon Carver and the band’s manager Kyle Black, offered up her condo and I can’t say I blamed them for taking that over this little building.