On My Knees: The Complete Series Box Set

by C. J. Thomas

  My throat thickened. “Well, let me tell you then.”

  “Yes.” Her hands lifted and slammed back down on my shoulders. “Tell me, dammit!”

  “She’s his daughter.”

  Kendra’s hands dropped to her sides as she barked a laugh of disbelief.

  I straightened my stance and stared.

  “Wait, you’re serious?”

  I nodded.

  Her brows squished together. “Is he married?” she asked in an uncertain tone.

  I stepped back and took a seat on the edge of my bed. “That crossed my mind, too.”

  “What, did he have her when he was thirteen?” Kendra laughed. And when she saw that I didn’t join in on her fun, she quickly apologized. “I’m sorry.” She dropped to her knees so we were at eyelevel and she rested her hands on top of my thighs.

  “I told him if he wants to be with me then I have to be the only one.”

  “You told him that?”

  “Today.”

  “Good for you.” She slapped my thigh proudly. “Don’t let him play you like those other whores.”

  I giggled.

  Despite Nash telling me that I would be his only girl, there was still a hint of concern that made me not fully trust him. He had a reputation that followed him everywhere he went. Maybe he’d have me today, but what happened when he got bored with me? Then what? And I couldn’t afford to let things get awkward between us. He held my future in his hands, and here I was about to move into an apartment he owned.

  It was like Kendra read my mind, because the next question out of her mouth wrangled up my thoughts perfectly. “Aren’t you afraid that Nash is starting to control your entire life?”

  My eyes darted across my small room. I thought about my roommate sleeping on the other side of this wall with her gross boyfriend. My ears could still her moans as they fucked and it was impossible to feel clean when I was home. I never knew where they were banging last. I hated my roommate, and hated her more for making her sex life my own. “I can’t stay here.”

  When my phone buzzed with a text, we both turned to look at it.

  “Looks like lover boy, can’t stop thinking about you.” Kendra laughed.

  I pushed her away and she went back to packing as I read the message.

  Don’t forget. Your rent is due.

  40

  Nash

  I LEFT the door cracked open.

  She’d be here any minute. I couldn’t wait to see her pretty face when she saw me already waiting, inside her new place of residence.

  My arms stretched across the back of the couch. I’d had my guys deliver it earlier. It was an expensive leather L-shaped sofa, made from the finest material available, and I wanted to give it to her as a gift.

  Especially considering she was now my new favorite tenant.

  The soft leather felt smooth to my touch.

  And I hoped she would like it because it had cost me a fortune.

  I flicked my wrist and glanced at my watch. Then I heard it.

  Heels clacking on the floor from somewhere down the hall.

  It had to be her. God, I hoped it was her. There were only three other tenants on this floor, so the chances were good.

  My body buzzed with excitement. With each passing day as I got to know who exactly Alex Grace was, the more I needed to know.

  The hollow clack of her heels got closer, and a second later she peeked her head inside. When her eyes landed on me, she covered her mouth with her hand.

  “Come inside.” I rolled my wrist and waved her in. “Don’t be shy. It’s only me, your new landlord.”

  Her eyes shined, like a bright glimmer off a night’s star, as she entered her new apartment.

  I watched her walk confidently, appreciating the subtle way her hips bounced from side-to-side, tempting me to reach out and grab her with each step she took.

  Her eyes wandered around the empty space, looking as if she’d never been here before.

  “Does it look different?”

  She ignored me.

  “Perhaps it’s the couch that is throwing you off?”

  Silence swept the room as she continued to walk around before finally skirting to the empty floor behind me.

  My head angled in her direction when I heard the faint sound of fingers trailing across the back of the sofa. “Do you like it?”

  Her heels stopped.

  My abs flexed with anticipation and I held my breath. Her hands came to rest lightly on my shoulders.

  She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I brought your money.”

  My eyes closed and I got lost in her scent—a beautiful concoction of tropical fruits. There was nothing better than having a woman speak in a sexy tone and say the word, money. The way she said it, with her lips brushing against my ear, ignited sparks that zipped across my body and tingled my skin.

  “I don’t care about the money.” I turned my head to catch her lovely shadow standing behind me. “Come.” I patted the couch. “Sit.”

  Her hot tongue coiled over my earlobe, bringing life to my manhood.

  Fuck. Me.

  This was going to get heated—quick.

  “Whose couch is it?”

  “Yours.”

  “From?”

  “Consider it a house warming gift.” My gaze followed her as she moved to the side.

  Her heels clicked on the wood flooring as she continued moving around to the front of the couch. My heart fluttered at the sight of her delicious curves, and next thing I knew, she was climbing on top, and straddling me. Slowly, she settled in and ran her fingers through my hair, teasing me. “You set this up.”

  I arched a brow and let my hands find homes on the round globes of her ass.

  “I know you did.” She gave me a knowing grin. “And I don’t care.” She leaned in and kissed me.

  My core heated at the touch of her lips on mine. I loved the way she tasted. Like sweet gourmet candy that I could eat all fucking day long.

  She brushed her thumb across my lips and I wondered where she was going with all this. Like I fucking cared. Here I had this beautiful young woman straddling me in the apartment I owned, and nothing else mattered. I couldn’t have planned it any better.

  And this was only the start.

  She angled her head and took the lobe of my ear into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue across my soft flesh, pulsing my cock into the hardest steel known to man.

  My hands gripped her ass and I positioned her on my shaft, needing to feel her on me. The way she made me feel, I’d do anything for her. Including being exclusive for as long as it made sense. If she kept doing things like she was doing to me now, I wouldn’t have a reason to get rid of her.

  “Because, starting today,” her hot breath tickled my ear and her fingers moved to my lap, unzipping my fly, “I’m the only woman you’ll ever need.”

  She dipped her hand inside my pants and pulled me out.

  I cast my gaze down, needing to see her petite fingers curling over my throbbing shaft as she started to stroke me. “You’ll be my only—”

  She pushed her tits in my face as her hand flattened and circled around my cockhead, causing my thoughts to blur.

  My breath caught in my lungs before I was able to finish the sentence I started. “Woman, as long as you continue to do as you’re told.”

  Her hand smoothed down to the base of my shaft. “And what would you like to tell me to do?” Her hand spiraled back up.

  “Blow me.”

  Her eyes glossed over as she slithered her body to the floor. She easily settled between my legs and opened her mouth, pulling my aching cock between her lips.

  “That’s a good girl.” I sucked in a breath.

  She popped my purple head out from behind her swollen lips and licked me.

  “That’s it.” My eyes hooded over. “Just like that.” Her mouth was hot and wet and I couldn’t get enough.

  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me in a bit deepe
r.

  My head fell back and I closed my eyes. “If you keep doing this, you’re the only one I’ll ever need.”

  She pulled me from her mouth, flattened her tongue, and licked me from the balls up before taking me back inside her hot cavern. “And, yes. I love the couch.”

  I fisted her hair. “Say thank you.”

  She circled her tongue over my cockhead. “Thank you.” She smiled just before swallowing me whole.

  My lips curled and the heaviness in my chest lifted. She was amazing. Again, proving to me that she would make the perfect submissive. I took her head inside my hands and guided her to where I wanted her to be. “Now. Get on with it.”

  Her head bobbed as she massaged my tight ball sack. I fisted her hair and drove my hardness to the back of her throat, thrusting again and again until that ball of fire heated at the base of my spine. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” I growled between clenched teeth.

  Her head continued bobbing up and down on my lap—picking up the pace each time she swallowed me down.

  I was so close. My teeth gritted and I held my impending explosion in as long as I could before shooting my release down her throat.

  She kept her sweet lips wrapped around me, milking me for all I had, until I went limp. “Now, go clean yourself up.” I pushed her off me and I watched her wipe her mouth dry before walking to the kitchen counter.

  I zipped myself back up and stood.

  She held up a white envelope. “Here’s your rent.” She tossed it to me.

  I caught it.

  “Hope you don’t mind cash.” She pulled a compact mirror from her purse and reapplied her makeup. “It’s all I got.”

  I opened the envelope. She was right. The entire month’s rent was there, coming to me in perfectly crisp, one hundred dollar bills. “Where did you get this?”

  She smacked her lips together. “I found it.”

  My heart raced with possibility. Could this be the Blake Stone money?

  She turned her head and stared me straight in the eye. “Now, get out of my house.”

  BOOK 5

  On My Knees

  The Hollywood Nights Series Vol. 5

  CJ Thomas

  41

  Alex

  MY TONGUE SLID over my lip.

  He was there. The taste of him. On my lips. Inside my mouth.

  And definitely on my mind.

  The familiar tang of Nash Brooks, and the dominance he exerted over me every time he was near, was electric.

  My tongue retracted back inside my mouth, gliding over my top front teeth. The saltiness of his hot load he’d just shot to the back of my throat lingered on the back of my tongue. Like a fine wine, it kept me warm.

  He stared at me with his mysterious dark eyes. The same ones I so easily fell in love with the first time I saw them.

  My heart drummed inside my chest like a war party preparing for battle.

  And when he lowered his chin and flashed me a devilishly wicked grin, I wondered if he, too, could hear how nervous I was for telling him to leave.

  He didn’t have to. And I didn’t really want him to.

  But having those words roll off the tip of my tongue so effortlessly was the most empowering thing I’d said to him yet. And, damn, it felt awesome.

  I watched him run his fingers through his messy, dirty blonde hair and laugh.

  My brow lifted as I chuckled.

  After the games he’d been playing with me, it was time I start adding to the fun. He could have my black laced panties and keep a key to this apartment, but he’d lose a maid. And so would Ricky Moran.

  “Uh-uh.” His pupils were tiny black dots like a lion zeroing in on his prey. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Slowly, my eyes drifted across his chest until they fell to his waistline and landed on the bulge that was swelling behind his pants. “Let me guess.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You have more you’d like to tell me?”

  He marched straight over to me and took me inside his firm grip.

  Heat swept my body.

  Our eyes danced over each other’s faces before he twisted a lock of my hair around his finger and tugged. “I can do whatever I want.”

  “Don’t be a fool.” My fingertip brushed over his Adam’s apple before stopping inside the hollowed pit of his neck. He was amazing, and he was all mine.

  He tugged my hair harder and reached behind the small of my back, hooking his hand between my sex and ass—lifting me up to my tiptoes. “It’s my building.” His teeth nipped my ear. “And you’re my woman. So, we play by my rules.”

  I looked up at him from beneath a brow with a fluttering heart.

  “And I can stay however long I want.” His eyes smiled.

  My body melted into his massive frame. And when he pulled the front of my shorts open, I knew who the fool was—me.

  I was the one who couldn’t tell him no.

  He peppered kissed over my neck and I tilted my head back.

  But this woman here today, she wasn’t me. Because I wouldn’t allow this to happen. Ever. Yet here I was, doing everything I wasn’t supposed to without question.

  It was his arrogance that had me under his spell. The type of cockiness that could heat a frozen room. It was so hot.

  He tugged my head further back and slid his hot, wet tongue over my tingling skin.

  Arrogance wasn’t exactly a quality I generally found attractive, but with him, he wore it so incredibly well. It was absolutely irresistible.

  He pulled my shorts down over the round globes of my ass. “Step out of them.”

  “Yes, sir.” I saluted and teased him as I shimmied my shorts down past my knees and to the floor.

  His eyes sparkled with desire, like a spark igniting the flame.

  One after the other, I stepped each foot out of my shorts before bending one leg at the knee. My fingers worked to pull the heel from my foot. I knew exactly where Nash was going to take this—around the bases and all the way home.

  “No.” He gripped my waist and pulled me close to him. His breath blew hot on my ear and turned my stomach to butterflies. “Keep them on.”

  My tongue darted out and I licked my lips.

  Whatever he wanted.

  “Everything else comes off.” He hooked a finger beneath my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. “You look sexy in heels,” he said, gripping my shirt and lifting it over my head.

  My nipples tightened and the hairs on the back of my neck rose.

  Nash Brooks thinks I looked sexy.

  His eyes raked over me. My bare skin was vulnerable and exposed. He spun me around so my back was facing him as he wrapped me up in his arms.

  His moist lips kissed the soft spot behind my ear.

  My body purred.

  I reached behind my back and began to undo his belt. Nash spun me back around and my fingers worked into a frenzy to undo each button of his shirt before it was fully opened. His pants fell to the floor, and once he was standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs, I took a tiny step back and allowed myself a moment to appreciate the fine specimen of man that he was.

  The corners of his lips tugged into a sexy, knowing grin.

  Every plane and valley that rolled up his arms and down his chest was solid and finely tuned to perfection. From his soft skin to how hard his muscles were. But that stick between his legs, impossible to hide, was the real reason I was such a sucker.

  He reached out and smoothed his hand down my arm.

  Never in my life had I enjoyed a dessert like him before.

  My eyes closed as he traced electric trails with his finger over my collarbone and down between my breasts.

  And a part of me said I would never again experience anything like him—or this—once this train had left the station. I might as well hop on and take a ride and see where it would take me before I missed my chance.

  He pinched my nipples and rolled them between his fingers.

  Oh, sweet Jesus.

/>   All this waiting was useless.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Didn’t have the patience for it. Before I knew it, my feet left the floor and I leaped into his arms, crashing my lips over his.

  He opened immediately and without question.

  Our tongues found their new rhythm, the dance of familiarity—his pressing into mine and mine swirling over his—and somewhere between all this kissing, I reached inside his boxers and pulled him free.

  Swing batter.

  He lifted me higher onto his chest. “Now, let’s see. Where should I fuck you?”

  I twisted my grip on his shaft.

  “The kitchen?” He reached behind me and slid his finger between my folds. “The couch?”

  My hips bucked and pressed my swollen clit against his throbbing rod.

  “Standing up or laying down?”

  I bit his neck and begged for him to take me. “Anywhere. I don’t fucking care.” It didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to stretch me until I was full.

  He slid my panties to the side. “I think I’ll just fuck you here.” He gripped the base of his shaft and pressed it against my entrance. “With how wet you are, it shouldn’t take long.” He drove home and pierced my lonely heart.

  I clung onto him wherever I could. Hooking my ankles around his waist, I held on for dear life as he drilled me hard—my mews and moans echoing off the empty walls in the space I now called home.

  42

  Nash

  MY HANDS FILLED with water pouring from the bathroom sink.

  Alex was unlike my past conquests. She could keep up. She was as willing to give as she was to receive, and I wondered if her well would ever run dry.

  God, I fuckin’ hoped not.

  I splashed water onto my face and cupped my hands beneath the faucet again for a refill.

  We fucked like rabbits and kissed like lovers, and amazingly enough, through even all that, I was still hard for more. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. And I’d had my fair of pretty women, so even that was new for me.

  I smiled at the reflection in the mirror and splashed more water on my face.

  But it was the cash that really had me thinking.