Lunchtime Chronicles: Fresh Meat

by L. Loren

  “It would be my pleasure, sir.”

  “Damn right it will.”

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  For those of you who have read my books, you may recognize some of your favorite characters in this book. From Hall Pass, Dallas and Ari make an appearance. I hope you enjoyed the reunion with Ace and Mouse from The Taming of LaRue. In addition, a new book in the Predators MC series is in the works. This one will feature the polyamorous relationship of Predators club members, Matrix, Obsession and Baby. I am writing it right now so look out for Obsession! Coming this spring.

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  Double Dipped by Brooklyn Knight

  Chapter One

  Trigger

  I’VE SEEN A MILLION women in my lifetime and fucked half of them. It takes a lot to make my cock stir, but this pretty young thing sliding up and down this pole, just for me, is about to be my undoing.

  Gottdamn, mama. Where you get all that ass from?

  Ain’t never been with a black chick before. Where I’m from, there aren’t many of them. I ain’t like my road dog Colt. I ain’t traveled the globe or been to college, which would’ve expanded my female palate for gottdamn sure. Hell, the only time I started traveling was six years ago, when I started working with Colt, apprehending criminals. He doesn’t like to move nowhere. He’s a country boy for life – and that’s fine by me; but this sexy-ass mama here... the minute I laid eyes on her; I knew that taking plane rides was gonna be a significant part of my future routine.

  Damn mama...

  My eyes are low, like I done smoked a pound of weed before I got here, lids heavy. She’s wearing this royal blue ensemble that secures big, brown tits and barely any of her ass. And the ass is jiggling like my mama’s Jello used to; but mama never made this flavor. Hell, back then, red and green Jello were the only ones I knew about. But now, chocolate is my go-to.

  Mama flips her legs up and just like that, she’s at the top of the pole. Then she arches backwards so those titties are pointing at me, calling out to me. I lick my lips, yearning for a taste of them nipples. She swings her legs around like that young gymnast girl, Simone Biles, and gyrates on the pole.

  Fuck, my cock is straining against my denim, shifting my belt buckle.

  My eyes divert, only for a second, to see a few dudes advance to the edge of the stage and the sight causes inexplicable jealousy to take me over.

  Naw, this one belongs to me.

  The sound of my chair scraping backwards is almost completely swallowed by the sexy music pumping through house speakers. When I stand up tall, the gal’s eyes pin onto me – all six feet and four inches. I don’t even try to bite back the smirk pulling the edges of my mouth. It’s almost the same: the minute the buckle bunnies lay eyes on me, they want to climb me, and even though mama is working that pole, I can tell she wants to work this one.

  And the hell if I ain’t gonna let her.

  I push my cowboy hat off my head and flick my hair over my shoulder. Then, I march to the edge of the stage, snatching the seat right in between the four motherfuckers who think this show is for them. They grimace, but no one dares says anything. Maybe they see the determination in my eyes.

  Or the piece tucked securely in my waist.

  Shit doesn’t matter either way. All four of them scoot over, giving me all the room I want.

  I pull out a stack and flip through the wad of Benjamins, and her eyes are on my cash, then back on me. I smirk and rest a few bills on the stage. Mama offers me another fancy move, one that has my mouth salivating, before sliding down the pole and meeting me at the edge of the stage.

  She picks up the bills and eases it between her cleavage. “Big spender.”

  “As most real cowboys are,” I reply. I lean forward. “What’s your name, mama?” I whisper, staring into her eyes – her big, brown eyes that look the color of toasted almonds.

  She moistens her lips, flirtatiously. “Candy,” she purrs.

  I chuckle. I like it but, “That your stage name?”

  “Maybe,” she answers with a shrug. “It’s your fantasy.”

  “Which means?”

  “That my name can be whatever you want it to be – for the right price, of course.”

  Hmm...

  I nod once before peeling three more Benjamins off the stack. “Dance for me, then come talk to me,” I request. I try to take some of the bass out of my voice because I don’t want to scare her, though the fact is, this is some high-end bullshit. Ain’t a hole in the wall. The décor is hella fancy and the patrons look like they have wads as big as mine. That’s why they didn’t search me on the way in.

  Still...

  I don’t wanna give this woman an iota of a reason to think I’d hurt her – at least not in a bad way.

  I don’t drop the money. Instead, I steal the opportunity to slide the bills against her plush mounds. Her eyes flutter a little and then she returns to dancing.

  I want Candy close to me, but the routine she performs has my attention glued to the stage; so much so, I request three more dances of her. Finally, the drive to touch her is too much. She slides off the pole and approaches me again.

  “Can I get some time with you?” I whisper.

  “You sure can, cowboy,” she agrees.

  My cock lurches.

  “Let me just freshen up and I promise I’ll be right back.”

  I nod and watch her walk away.

  I TRY TO STAY ENTERTAINED for forty-five minutes, sipping on a beer as I wait. The place is full of women, but none capture my attention the way the gal Candy does.

  Finally, she emerges from a back room and she’s fully clad – but the attire does little to abate my imagination. She’s wearing a dress that fits her curves to perfection. Those breasts are covered up, but the material is doing a hell of a job trying to keep her buxom up.

  When she approaches the table, I stand and pull out her chair. “What you drinking?” I ask, easing her seat in.

  “I don’t drink on the job,” she answers.

  “You snorting?”

  “Hell no!”

  Her response makes me happy. I’mma fuck her and technically, I shouldn’t care one way or the other if she’s down with the powder; but the fact that she’s not is only a good thing.

  I press my back against the seat and take a sip of my drink, eyes glued to hers.

  Candy blushes.

  “Ain’t used to this kinda’ attention?” I guess.

  “I wouldn’t say that,” she answers, full of sass. “I get attention five nights a week. I guess I just haven’t seen a man of your particular caliber around here before.”

  I look around, confused by what she’s just said.

  “Cowboy,” she clarifies. “Judging by the thick drawl you’re sporting, I can tell you’re a long way from home.”

  This makes me smile. “I am,” I confirm. “I live in Arizona, but something drew me here.”

  Her brows quirk. “Something?”

  “You,” I answer promptly. “You’re on that dating website, N2U...”

  Candy’s breath hitches and her eyes go wide. “Oh my god, are you – ”

  “Rancher007?” I fill in, cutting her off. “That’s me, mama. I’m here in the flesh.”

  Candy smiles and her eyes gloss over me, like she’s taking me in for the first time. Granted, I look a little different in my profile picture on the N2U website. It’s a picture of the one and only time I went to church for my old man’s funeral. My hair was up and I had on a monkey suit. Hell, I’d even shaved off all my facial hair, figuring God deserved a little more than the scruff I normally sported on a day-to-day basis, working a farm and hauling criminals. I’m not surprised Candy didn’t recognize me; but she
does now.

  Like a switch has been flipped, she turns timid and I catch a glimpse of a woman, other than the one who was working that pole like a rock star. She runs a few manicured fingers across her collarbone and her eyes drop from mine. “Okay, I’ve got you now, cowboy,” she says with a smile. “You’ve been all up in my inbox.”

  “And rightfully so,” I agree. “You’re stunning, Candy. I’d travel a million miles from home just to meet you face to face.”

  We smile at one another.

  “My name is Trigger.”

  Her neck jerks back a little. “Is that your stage name?”

  She forces another laugh out of me. Already, she’s racking up points none of the other women I’ve fucked recently have been able to accrue.

  “Kinda,” I say. “If you wanna know my government name, you’re gonna have to make me laugh a few more times.”

  We chuckle together again before falling into easy conversation.

  I’m there until the place closes, which is four o’clock in the morning. The place is starting to clear, but Candy and I are engrossed in stimulating conversation. Mama works a pole, but it says nothing about the content of her mind. She’s phenomenal and I can’t wait to put my cock inside of her.

  Suddenly, a shadow looms over the table. It’s a petite shadow, but the size of it does not diminish its imposition. When I look up, I’m shocked to see a small thing, dripping in diamonds, glaring at Candy. Her hands are planted firmly onto her hips as she stares at the two of us.

  Candy jumps up. “Madame, is there something you need?” she asks of the woman, who is clearly her boss... the boss.

  My eyes narrow as I study her, but I keep my mouth shut.

  “I don’t need anything,” she answers Candy, but her eyes are on me. “Was just wanting to make sure you’re... all right.”

  “She’s good,” I finally say. And then, as if the thought pops into my mind out of the blue, I extend my name. “My name is – ”

  She cuts me off. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve never seen you here before.”

  “No, it’s my first time,” I answer, flexing my fingers and pulling my hand back, “but I’m gonna be a regular.” I glance at Candy. “And I’m gonna bring a few of my buddies with me one of these times. Your girls are spectacular.”

  This comment makes the woman’s chest puff out. “My girls are amazing,” she corroborates. “Especially Candy, here.” She narrows her eyes at me and then turns her attention back to my woman. “You be careful, Candy.”

  “She’s in good hands,” I assure the woman. “Trust me. Won’t nothin’ happen to her.”

  The woman hmphs and then disappears the way she came.

  “She’s intense,” I note.

  “That’s Elektra, for you,” Candy responds. “She’s a strong woman, takes care of all of us.”

  “You need taking care of?” I question.

  She doesn’t answer, which is actually all the answer I need.

  WE DON’T MAKE IT OUT of the abandoned parking lot. The Lexus I rented is parked around the back, and I take Candy in the back seat. I rip her skirt to the side and throw her legs over my shoulders. She’s wearing black stilettos and the hell if they don’t puncture the fabric on the car ceiling as they flail over my shoulders. My cock is hard and pulsing as I ram it in and out of her.

  The car is rocking.

  My hair is everywhere.

  Her hair is everywhere.

  Fuck, her pussy is sweet.

  Candy’s fingers rip through my mane, pulling an earthquake-level tremor out of my extremities.

  “Of fuck, Trigg,” she moans. “Fuck, your dick is so good.”

  I can’t find words to respond in that moment. Mama’s got my jaw locked; neck strained back.

  Her body slides up and down the back seat as I stroke my dick against her silky, molten walls. I’m a fuckin’ cowboy. We don’t cum fast... but bloody hell...

  My teeth clamp over my lip. I can’t hold the load back, and like we’re in sync, her face twists with a release of her own and we make it rain in that fuckin’ Lexus. I grunt out her name, and she cries out mine like we’re performing an erotic duet.

  Then our bodies go limp and I crash on top of her.

  She pulls my face close to hers and plants a salacious kiss on my mouth. I don’t kiss women when I fuck ‘em, but I’m kissing this woman. Jesus Christ, it seems like the most natural thing to do in this moment.

  I ease out of the open back door, carrying mama with me. She squeals in shock and wraps her legs around my belt.

  “Where we going now?” she asks, encircling her arms around my neck.

  “To the Ritz.”

  Her eyes widen.

  “We ain’t done, mama. You got some good pussy on you. I wanna see how it tastes.”

  She grins as I plant her in the front seat and speed to the luxury hotel.

  The minute we get inside, our lips are locked. This time, I want to fuck her without the restriction of clothing. I rip the dress over her head, and those brown titties fall out before me. I take one in my hand and the other in my mouth and roll my tongue over her fat nipples. I’m multitasking, tasting the sweetness of her body and searching for my wallet. I break away for a second so I can pull out some more money, but this time I don’t count it. I drop it on the floor and feel it flutter against my feet before I’m back on her, pushing her against the king-size bed.

  Candy falls into a sitting position and spreads her legs wide open. Fuck me... her pussy is fat and bare, and it’s already slick with her essence.

  I want to taste her.

  I spread her limber limbs and bury my face into her mound. She moans my name again, making it sound one hundred times less menacing that it’s supposed to be, and those long fingers are back in my locks.

  I lick her kitten – from front to back. Then I slide my tongue between her sopping folds.

  Fuck, she tastes like dark honey. In a matter of seconds, she’s creaming over my face. My beard is coated with her delicious juices and her muscles untense.

  “Trigger, you’re amazing,” she coos, running her finger over my lips. I suck it into my mouth, greedy.

  “My turn, baby,” she purrs.

  Oh hell.

  Candy pushes me against the bed and instantly takes my cock between her full lips. Gottdamn, the sight of my manhood dipping in and out of her had me ready to break. She gags and catches herself.

  I grip a fistful of her hair and pull it, keeping her in time with some country beat pulsing in my head. I’m about to cum in her mouth, but I’m too hungry for the feel of her pussy to release just yet. I yank her off me and thrust inside of her. The swift action makes her mouth shoot open.

  “How much do I owe you?” I pant as I pump her body. Her neck snaps back and forth, as she tries to answer. “How much, mama?”

  “I... I don’t know... Shit...”

  “What are you worth?”

  Suddenly, she tenses, like my question has triggered something unpleasant in her mind. To my chagrin, she recedes, but I stop thrusting and ease her back against me. “Not gonna hurt you,” I whisper against her hot earlobe. I don’t know why I needed to say it, but something deep inside tells me that I do.

  She doesn’t say anything, so I resume fucking, but my attention is slightly diverted.

  It takes a second, but soon she’s back to mewing and I exhale, making a mental note to ask her what happened.

  Candy’s body goes rigid. I’m still a few good pumps away from my own release, but for some reason, it’s the last thing I’m worrying about.

  “Oh Trigg,” she wails, nails digging in my back. Fuck it hurts, just the way I like for it to.

  “Come hard, mama,” I coax her. “Come all over this fucking cock.”

  Like a good girl, she does; and then she falls back into a sound sleep.

  Bottoms Up

  Chapter 1

  Harley

  M

  y name is Harley Madison.
I am a six-foot-tall, dark skinned black woman with an MBA from the University of Miami. I’m a trust fund baby who owns her own business, and I am about to go to jail for murdering my best friend. You know why? Because, of my addiction. Don’t worry. No druggie here. Well, not in the traditional sense of the word. I am addicted to caffeine! Coffee! The good stuff. If I don’t get my fix before I see my bestie, there is going to be big trouble.

  Paradyce, the chick I consider closer than blood, has been texting me nonstop for the last half hour. She was the only one who contacted me this early in the morning. I groggily swiped at the screen of my phone to stop the offending sound and sat up in bed. Ugh, I needed more sleep. After reading the texts I wanted to throw the phone across the room. That was the lack of coffee in my system talking. Generally, I was a happy go lucky type of girl, but not before my infusion.

  Dyce: The Big 3-0 is coming!

  Dyce: Did you forget?

  Did she really think I had forgotten her thirtieth birthday was coming up? I shook my head in disbelief. Our birthdays were a day apart and we have celebrated them together since we were thirteen. I was trying to think of a response when the phone chimed again.

  Dyce: Hello!

  Dyce: Where RU?

  Dyce: Answer me

  Dyce: RU Sleep?

  Dyce: Hit me up

  If she kept this up, I was going to have a huge headache to go along with my grogginess.

  Dyce: On God. If u don’t call me, we’re done.

  Dyce: Did you hook up last night?

  Damn, now that she mentioned it, I could use a good piece of dick to take the edge off. My mood swings have been out of order lately. Like mama used to say, a nice piece of dick could cure all that ails you. Problem was, the only one I ever experienced was attached to a man who was incapable of staying faithful. Hence the reason I finally kicked his cheating ass to the curb a few weeks ago. I drifted into my own thoughts about my ex, Stanley.