The Night Moves Boxset: (Stripped, The Hook-up, The Night Manager)

by Tarrah Anders

  She moans loudly and hisses a ‘Yes’ as my cock hits her in the spot that makes her moan. My thoughts become incoherent. Delirium sets in when she unlatches her arms from my grasp, wraps her arms around my back to pull me closer, and rakes her nails across my back as she kisses me with more emotion than could ever be conveyed with words.

  Chapter Twenty

  Cam

  Sex is an amazing thing. It can bring two people together, it can make them closer, it can bond them.

  I know I’m not experienced by any means, but I do think that waiting as long as I did and drunkenly losing my virginity to Jacks was perfect.

  Granted, I should have told him that I was a virgin, but we were drunk and I didn’t know what would become of us. It could have been just a one night thing, but I knew from the moment I woke up the next morning that there was something special between us.

  And now, now there is definitely something.

  I love him.

  I need to speak to Pop and make sure that he is going to be okay if I don’t stay here.

  I rap my knuckles on Pop’s door and open it.

  Pop is sitting in the chair overlooking the backyard. The sliding glass door is open and he’s sitting in silence watching the wind tease through the tree outside the window. There is a faint melody playing from the other side of the room where my mother’s iPod is in the dock on the bedside table. He doesn’t turn when I enter, but I know he knows I’m here.

  “Hey, Pop,” I say, taking a seat beside him in what I know was Ma’s chair. Once I’m seated, he looks at me and gives me a weak smile and a nod.

  I fidget with my shirt as I shift so I’m facing him. He reaches his hand out to me and when I place my palm in his he squeezes.

  We sit in silence for what feels like an eternity.

  “I’m a weak man, Cameron, but I will be all right.” His gravelly voice tries to reassure me. “Your mother did a fine job of taking care of this family. I am heartbroken, but that will mend.”

  “Oh, Pop.” Tears stream down my face.

  “When do you kids head on home?” He turns to look at me. His weathered face is solemn.

  “Well, I was thinking—” I start.

  “No.” He releases my hand and holds his up. “None of that ‘taking care of me’ thinking. I’ve heard your brother mumble some crap about it, and I’m not having it. I’m a grown man, Cameron. You’re my daughter and you do not need to take care of me. I can manage fine myself. What you need to do is to make your own path. That fella – Mal’s friend, Jacks – seems mighty keen on ya and I don’t want you to lose whatever is happening there.”

  I offer him a smile. “I was going to ask if you maybe wanted to come and visit Mal and me in the States sometime, get a change of scenery. I am planning on going back. I need to; I know that now. But I'm still worried about you, Pop.”

  He doesn’t answer me right away. He looks over at the bed longingly and then returns his gaze out the window.

  “Your mother wouldn’t have wanted me to sit and wallow forever, but I need my time to come to terms with everything. She was the love of my life, she was my everything. She was talking about taking a holiday out your way sometime this year, so I will check and I will let you know.”

  “If you want, I can stay a few weeks before I go back.”

  “No, you won’t put your life on hold for me. Go home, Cameron. I love you, and I greatly appreciate the fact that you want to be here, but I need to get used to the new way of things and having you waiting on me hand and foot, would just distract me from that. I truly appreciate the sentiment though.”

  “I love you, Pop.” I reach out my hand to him and we hold the contact in silence.

  “Jacks treating you kindly?” Pop asks.

  “Very much.”

  “I’ve never known of you to be so taken by anyone before.”

  “I was waiting for him, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “You love him?”

  “I think I do.”

  “You think?”

  “I do, Pop. I love him.” I look at him and smile as I admit my feelings out loud.

  Pop returns my smile.

  “That’s what’s important. Cherish that. Your mother was my first love. I want you to find happiness like I did. When do you kids head home?”

  “I’m not sure. Mal made all the arrangements. Jacks leaves tomorrow night, I’m not in a rush to get back since I’m currently unemployed.”

  “You lost your job? Do you need money?”

  “I’m fine, Pop. I’ll get something else when I head back.

  “I love your brother and all, but please don’t go into stripping.”

  “Dancing.”

  “Pardon?”

  “It’s dancing. And don’t worry, I’m not coordinated enough to perform on a stage.”

  My finger finds the play button on the media player on my cell phone. I turn up the volume and place it next to the bed. I walk back to the front of the bed and turn around, giving Jacks a view of my arse. When the beat comes on, I smile. This is definitely not the song that I had chosen, but it would have to do.

  “Um, Cam?” Jacks starts. “This song?”

  I giggle.

  “Just go with it,” I call over my shoulder.

  Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” has me shaking my ass and my head at the same time. I work with it, turning to him then dropping to the ground and crawling toward him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, I spread his legs and fit myself into the space. I slowly pull myself to stand and then straddle his lap. I rotate my hips as his hands wrap around me. He leans in and I push him back.

  “Hey.”

  “No touching.” I wag my finger at him. “I’m in control tonight.”

  He blows out a shaky breath and I smile.

  I place my hands on his shoulders to gain my balance as I straddle his lap while languidly gyrating my hips and then I remove my shirt. My breasts are mouth level to him and he leans in as I lean back.

  “Hey now,” I protest.

  “You’re driving me wild, woman.”

  I remove my bra and as I toss it behind me, Jacks palms my breast and sucks on my nipple. He grips me by the hip and the breast and takes his time lavishing me. It feels so good that I forget that I’m in charge and I let him go to the other breast as my back arches. When he pulls back, his hands still fondling me, the passion in his gaze is burning.

  It’s clear from the tension in his body that he’s holding back and it’s costing him. “I’m going to need you to speed this up. If I don’t bury my cock in you soon, I’m going to need a change of clothes,” he growls.

  I place my hands on his shoulders and gyrate my pelvis over his, lightly brushing against the impressive erection straining in his shorts. My fingers dive into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, I turn his head and lean in. I trail my tongue from the base of his neck to his ear and latch onto his earlobe with my teeth and tug. I moan lightly in his ear and next thing I know I’m hauled up in the air and flipped onto my back.

  Jacks reaches under my skirt and grabs my knickers.

  He looks at me and smiles. “How much do you like these?” he asks.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “I’ll buy you a new pair.” He says as he rips them from my body. The slight sting from the fabric pulling at my hip sears my skin, but the sensation is suddenly replaced by his hand as he rubs my hip. His other hand unbuckles his pants and shoves them down. He fists his cock as his other hand moves between my legs to feel how ready I am for him. He groans as his fingertips sink into me briefly. He moves closer and then hovers over my body as his cock sinks into me slowly. The strain in his neck and tension in his jaw show his restraint.

  His hips move in small bursts as my pussy gets used to him and relaxes.

  “Fuck. Every time. Every. Time. You’re so fucking tight, my cock is being squeezed perfectly,” he hisses.

  His hips push, mine pull.

  We match each ot
her’s rhythm and our bodies seem to be in sync as we move together. My breath catches as he drags his cock against the top of my pussy, triggering my clit. I must have made a noise as Jacks continues to do the same motion repeatedly.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re even more beautiful when you come. I’m a lucky motherfucker ‘cause I’m the only bloke who gets to see that. Forever, Cam. That’s mine,” he says, leaning up to look down to where we’re joined and smiles.

  “My cock buried in you, I fucking love it.” He catches my eye and stops. He leans down and kisses me. “And I fucking love you, Cam.” He steals my gasp in a kiss and then pulls back. “I know how corny that is to say while I’m balls deep in you, but—”

  “I love you too,” I rush out.

  He groans as I do a few Kegels. “Now move, you bastard.” I squeeze him again and he laughs.

  We languidly make love for the rest of the night, taking breaks for nourishment and sleep.

  I switched my flight home to coincide with Jacks’s, so we’ll both be leaving Sydney this afternoon. Mal and Beck are leaving Sydney tomorrow so Mal can do some last minute things around the house. Pop came out of his room this morning and joined us for breakfast on the back patio, and it was nice to spend that time with him before leaving. He gave Jacks the ‘I’m watching you’ speech and told Mal that he is the eyes and ears in case Jacks broke my heart.

  I laughed as Pop took my hand and squeezed it.

  As we say our goodbyes at the airport, I feel better than I had before Jacks came to Sydney. I know I’ve stayed busy lately to avoid dealing with my feelings, to escape the realization that my mother has passed away. I had gone through the emotions privately until I saw him and, just seeing him made me realize it’s going to be okay.

  And it will.

  Thank you for reading, the third and final story is currently available on Amazon as well in Kindle Unlimited.

  TAKE ME TO THE THIRD BOOK

  Also by Tarrah Anders

  THE NEIGHBORHOOD SERIES

  Your Neighborhood Bartender

  Your Neighborhood Bastard

  Your Neighborhood Vixen

  Your Neighborhood Convict

  Your Neighborhood Chef

  Your Neighborhood Cowgirl

  Your Neighborhood Biker

  Your Neighborhood Manager

  Your Neighborhood Regular

  Your Neighborhood Legend

  THE MELTED SERIES

  Frozen Over

  FROZE

  Freezing

  THE NIGHT MOVES SERIES

  STRIPPED

  The Night Manager

  Tapped

  STANDALONES

  New Year, New You

  The Brute

  Summer Fling

  CLUTCH Endgame

  Change of Scenery

  More than Friends

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  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I want to thank the readers. It’s for you that I write and will continue to do so.

  To Jess and Maren, without your constant support and pure comedy, I would have probably gone insane by now. Thank you for being who you are.

  Thank you to my family, for the understanding that sometimes, I’m in my head and talking to my characters.

  And of course, thank you to the countless men, around the world who move their hips in all kinds of ways, remove their clothing and allow random women grope them. Thank you for the Night Moves inspiration.

  About the Author

  I am a contemporary romance author who is all about the feels, with the twists of sexy mixed in between. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing has always been a passion, that was kept it under wraps, stayed on the back-burner and never vocalized or followed through with my desire to be a writer, until I read a horrible book and thought: ‘I could do better than that!’

  Also, not to toot my own horn, but I’m a freaking superhero!

  Full stop.

  By day I am a compassionate social worker in San Diego, by evening a cartoon drawing mom, a reformed party girl then wife and by night, she’s an author of smart, sexy romances. Just like her, her characters are just like most of us: stuck somewhere between pretending to be an adult and wanting to go to bed at 9pm, trying to take over the world and just trying to make it to five o’clock when a White Claw will make everything better.