by Lexie Davis
All she had to do was say yes…
Ashlyn Davenport knew getting involved with her employer’s brother would wreak havoc in her life. All the women in the office gossiped about Jake Taylor and his bad boy ways. He was hardly the kind of man a woman could easily forget, but she had no intention of being with him.
However, when Jake attends his brother’s birthday party, Ashlyn learns first hand how truly undeniable Jake Taylor really is. With a tempting offer unlike any other, the motorcycle lover promised her a night she’d never forget. All she had to do was say yes.
Undeniable
By:
Lexie Davis
Undeniable
©Copyright Lexie Davis 2016
Cover Art by kshipley
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This is a work of fiction. All events are from the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
Note: This work was previously published under the same title by a different publisher. It has been re-edited and is approximately 8,000 word short story.
Be warned:
This book contains sexually explicit content and adult language which is only suitable for mature (18+) readers.
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Titles by Lexie Davis
Praise for Lexie Davis
Excerpt for Hot Summer Nights
Chapter One
Three months ago…
It was my boss’s birthday party, and I was required to attend. Some say it’s because my uptight boss didn’t have any friends, so the two hundred and something people required to be there were the only ones willing to show up. I just happened to be Cooper’s personal assistant, and the guy who had stared at me for most of the night was his brother, Jake Taylor.
He’d been looking at me all evening. Carelessly, I suppose, but his eyes wandered continuously in my direction. I occasionally smiled, catching him in the act, although he didn’t return the gesture. He simply stared as if he had every right to let his gaze roam the length of my body.
I’d met Jake before, at company dinners and such, and had always felt an attraction to him. Tonight, the six-foot-four inches of nothing but a perfect male specimen dressed casually at the black-tie dinner party. Faded denim jeans covered his lower half while an equally faded tee with “Stud” splayed across the front covered his upper. Two frayed holes marked his pants at the knees. He looked as unhappy as everyone else who had been forced to attend.
Except the rest of us were dressed formally. My long, black dress fell to the ground, my five-inch silver, strappy heels useless to keep it off the floor. I, personally, wouldn’t have chosen this dress for this occasion, but it was the only formal I owned. When his eyes met mine again, I decided to go for it.
I felt a bit self-conscious at the low-cut neck, gathering together just above my navel to accentuate a very haughty cleavage. My back was essentially bare. The halter-top tied around my neck, while the rest of the fabric gathered just above the round swell of my ass. I had worn the dress, once, to my best friend’s engagement party and had never put the thing back on. Now, looking at Jake’s wandering gaze, I was glad that I had.
I crossed the ballroom, making my way towards him through the crowd of people. Generally at these parties, most of us form cliques and stay with our group. Ridiculously like high school, I suppose, but a way of survival, otherwise we’d all be wasted and puking all over the place. Then again, who’s to say some of us weren’t?
Jake saw me approach and his dark eyes narrowed as he leaned against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest. I smiled to myself, applauding my effort at finally working up enough courage to talk to him. It had been five years since the day we’d first met, and we’d never even spoken a “hello”.
“What do you want?” he asked before I came to a complete stop beside him.
Did he really want the answer to that question? His curt response startled me for a second. Maybe I shouldn’t have come over here. Maybe things were better left alone. But the look in his eyes melted away my reserves. I was bold enough to come over here. And dammit I was going to have a conversation with him. I narrowed my eyes.
“I just wanted to talk to the only casually-dressed guy in the room. Didn’t you get the memo about this being a black-tie affair?”
“Oh, I got the memo.” His gaze raked over me, again, stopping at my breasts. “But I don’t give a fuck.”
I scoffed, “I wish some of us were so lucky.”
The live band started to play the B-52’s Love Shack, and everyone gathered in the middle of the dance floor. I stared openly at Jake as he stood next to me, his body towering over me, hard and delicious. I wanted to ask him to dance, to feel his arms around me, all over me, but knew dancing wasn’t his style either.
“See something you like?” he asked. Dark gray eyes with just a tiny hint of blue stared down at me, deep pools I wanted to swim in. My body heated as his gaze roamed the length of me, every inch of my skin tingling as he assessed me. God only knew what he thought, but a bolt of excitement shot down my spine when he stopped to stare at my breasts.
“Do you see something you like?” I crossed my arms, making my breasts spill even further out of my dress. I couldn’t help wondering how I hadn’t been arrested for public indecency.
The song ended and a new one began, this time Josh Turner’s Your Man. Wanting his hands on me so badly, yet too cowardly to make the first move, I finally asked him, “Would you like to dance?”
“This song’s stupid.” Although he said the words, he uncrossed his arms and glared down at me.
“So? Are you too good to dance with me?”
To my surprise, he grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. Finally—finally—his arms were around me. I silently thanked my best friend, Karolyn, for persuading me to buy this dress, and the dressmakers, Dolce and Gabbana, for making it backless.
His heated palm slid down my spine as our hips swayed to the music. He pulled me close—close enough to feel the very impressive bulge in the front of his pants. My nipples ached as they brushed against his chest, the heat from his body seeping through my slinky dress, hot enough to burn.
“You’ve been watching me nearly all night,” I said as we made tiny circles along the dance floor. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?”
He scoffed. “Do you really think I care what others think?”
“No, but I had to make the first move.”
He grinned then, sliding both hands to my rear and squeezing the fleshy cheeks, before pulling me up against him. “Tonight’s not the first night I’ve noticed you, Cupcake. I’ve just respected the fact you didn’t seem to want a poor bastard like me.”
I sucked in a breath at the enormous erection pressing into my body. His heat burned my flesh and the only thing stopping me from hiking up my dress was my co-workers standing around, undoubtedly gawking at us. God, he was big, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
“That’s not true,” I said, somehow finding my voice. I looked up at his chin and licked my lips. “I wanted you the first time I met you.”
I wanted more than just a dance with his hands lightly touching me. I wanted his mouth kissing me, his fingers caressing me, his cock—oh, God—I needed his cock inside me. I wanted all of
him, craved it actually. I leaned in a bit and caught a whiff of his cologne. His smell was intoxicating, a spicy aroma of something unique to him. I brushed my cheek against his shoulder, one hand gripping his, the other clasping his shirt at the small of his back. His strength was the only thing keeping my knees from locking and my body collapsing on the dance floor.
“I think we should get out of here,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my cheek.
I couldn’t agree more.
The song ended and he led me away from the dance floor to the commons area outside the ballroom. Many people stared as his hand engulfed mine, although no one said a word. Jake Taylor wasn’t one to mess with, boss’s brother or no. His scowl alone told anyone around that his bite was worse than his bark. He lived up to his bad-boy reputation and had many women scampering after him, begging for his attention.
Fuck them. I’m his girl tonight and I fully intend to live up every single second with him.
He led me out into a secluded hallway, clutching my hand in his. My body tingled with anticipation as he found a quiet room. We stepped inside, into the darkness, before Jake closed the door and clicked the lock into place. My heart thudded in my chest as every single one of my senses came into play.
“Bend over, Cupcake,” he said, sliding his hands along my waist and turning me away from him.
I complied only to feel his hands trail up my thighs, taking my dress with them. The slinky fabric teased my sensitized skin, and my pussy lips dripped with my cream. All the anticipation was catching up with me. I needed release.
His fingers played along my inner thigh, dancing their way upward. I squirmed a little, slightly uncomfortable with being pressed against a wall. But squirming didn’t help the state I was in. He stood to his full height and pressed his hard body against my back as he slid his hands down my arms to meet my fingertips.
“Stick your ass out, Cupcake, so I can make it real good for you.” His mouth found my neck, his teeth nibbling at the flesh of my shoulder.
“Don’t tease, me, Jake. Fuck me.” I stuck my ass out to him, wiggling it a bit so he got the message. It’d been too long since I’d had some fabulous sex, and I was counting on him to make up for it.
I guess my gyrations forced him into action. My dress was soon wadded above my bare ass, while his fingers played with the scrap of lace hidden between my cheeks. He pulled it out then up, rubbing the stiff lace against my clit every time. The sweet pressure of my impending climax was within reach, but I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to make me come with nothing but his cock. This sweet teasing could wait until later.
Before I could voice my opinion, my thong snapped and fell away from my body. “Do you wear these little thongs under those business suits my brother makes you wear?”
The temperature of the room must have been ninety degrees as sweat poured from my body. How could he possibly want rational conversation at a time like this?
“Yes,” I replied, lucky that I got that much out.
He snickered, then the rasp of his zipper filled the silence. “No wonder you’re his personal assistant, Cupcake.”
“You’re a jackass,” I panted. “I earned my job because of my abilities. Not because of how I look or what kind of panties I wear. I resent you suggesting such a thing.”
“Maybe. But you still want my cock.” His breath fanned against my neck. “You’ve known me how long and here we are about to fuck in a closet. What am I suppose to think?” His cock pressed against me, while he teased me from ass to clit, rubbing with enough pressure to make me squirm. “If you were my assistant, you’d definitely be assisting me on a whole hell of a lot of personal things. Starting with this.”
He slid nothing but his very tip into me, and I gasped. He was big. Bigger than I’d assumed he was when I’d felt him through his jeans pressed up against me. And, already, with just that much inside, my walls stretched to accommodate him. I feared it might not be enough. It was like taking a bull.
“God, you’re so tight, Cupcake.” He shoved in more, creating delicious sensations throughout my body. “You’re gonna squeeze my dick off when you come.”
I panted for breath, now that he was halfway inside me. I couldn’t hold my head up, so I rested it against the wall, thankful that something sturdy was there to keep me from falling into a pile of mush at his feet. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the room, but I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations of my body.
And then he thrust in all the way, making me scream.
“Fuck,” he panted in my ear.
Water dripped onto my back, and I realized he was sweating too. At least I wasn’t the only one who was hot in here. His fingers dug into my hips. It took too much control on both parts to keep still.
“Cupcake, you’re a cock tease. I don’t know how the hell I’ve spent five years without touching you, fucking you. Shit.”
Honestly, neither did I.
He pulled out then rammed back in, sweet friction driving us to the edge. My fingernails clawed at the drywall as I resisted him by pushing my ass towards him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
He’d had me hot and wet all night long. I saw him casually enter the ballroom earlier, looking just as happy to be at his brother’s party as I was. Wearing jeans and a tee fit his personality. He took orders from no one, rebelling against the smallest things in life.
His hot breath brushed against my cheek. I was so close to coming that I bit my lip to the point I drew blood. And then his hand snaked around to my front, fondling whatever flesh he could find until I came apart. I screamed in ecstasy, squeezing him deep within me as he thrust two more times and came. Hot semen spurted into my womb, overfilling to the point cum dripped down my legs.
“You’re one hell of a lay, sweetheart, but I want you naked in bed where I can see your sweet pussy beg for my cock.” For the second time that night, he repeated, “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Two
Outside it had started to rain, big, ugly drops that splattered on the pavement at our feet. I looked out into the darkened parking lot, spotting Jake’s motorcycle near the far corner. I knew in the back of my mind that this was a crazy idea. Smart women didn’t simply “leave” with a virtual stranger. Nor did they agree to ride in the rain on the back of a motorcycle. Yet the combination of both only aroused me more.
“Unless we take your car, we’re going to get wet.” He spoke over the rain, just loud enough for me to hear.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m already wet,” I replied, meeting his eyes.
With much haste, he ran with me to his motorcycle, and I applaud myself for not falling on my face in the five-inch stilettos and floor-length dress, although Jake’s strength was a major part of it.
Now soaked, he opened a side compartment and handed me a heavy leather jacket. A sweet gesture, and one I never expected from him. The leather was soft and dry, smelling of Jake’s cologne. I closed my eyes a brief second, simply breathing him in.
“Let’s go,” he barked.
I hurriedly donned the garment while he straddled the Harley and brought it to life. In my attempt to climb on behind him, I encountered some trouble. The formal I wore wasn’t the best motorcycle riding attire. He grinned at me, waiting impatiently for my next move and I did what I had to do. Pulling my gown up to my thighs, I whipped my leg over the seat, giving him a teasing view of my pussy. He pretended not to notice, but the bulge in his pants said he had. He’d noticed, and he obviously liked what he’d seen.
We rode into the night together, taking the back roads to what I supposed was his cabin hideaway. Women gossiped about Jake and his infamous cabin in the employee bathroom all the time. From what they’d said, he’d taken all his women there and fucked them until they begged him to stop. Karolyn, my best friend, once told me he’d hosted sex parties there every month. How she knew, I didn’t ask, but nevertheless I’d been dying to see his place ever since I’d heard it existed.
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bsp; I pressed my body against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. Rain splashed in my face as he drove at breakneck speed to get to the cabin. He was warm, despite the rain and, no doubt, he felt my pointed nipples poking into his back. With the jacket opened in the front, my now-sheer dress did nothing to hide my arousal from him.
Finally, he turned off the main road onto a little tree-lined path. The trees were tall enough to shield us from the rain, and he slowed the bike, allowing me to sit up and survey my surroundings.
The cabin fit him, dark and mysterious. From what I knew of him, everything about it screamed Jake. The scent of earth flooded my nostrils as he parked the bike and climbed off, waiting to help me. In my mind, I never saw Jake as the helpful type. I suppose his arrogance and gruff personality threw me off but to my surprise, he proved me wrong. For the second time tonight he smiled at me, a hot, sensual gleam shining in his eyes, making promises of what was to come.
I took his hand, giving him a wonderful view of my pussy again, but he stopped me. I’m not sure why, but he crashed his mouth against mine. I gave as good as I got, running my hands through his wet hair and keeping him exactly where I needed him.
He pushed my legs apart and stepped between them, sliding his hands to the bare skin underneath my dress. The rain still fell around us, but we were both oblivious to it. His fingers slipped inside me, and I whimpered into his mouth.
“You weren’t kidding about being wet,” he said, now pulling his jacket off me.
I nodded, stupidly, as the expensive jacket fell to the muddy earth. He reached for his zipper, and the familiar rasping sound echoed in the night. My pussy clenched with anticipation as the garment parted and his bare cock sprung free towards me.
