Deep: The Complete Man Candy Trilogy

by Joanna Blake

  It was perfect.

  Chan was deep in thought as the sermon went on. I felt his eyes on me and turned. He was staring at my... at my boobs!

  I squeezed his hand and he smiled at me, looking dopey. The man loved me; there was no question of that. Then his eyes slowly drifted back down to my chest.

  I sighed and turned my attention back to Pastor Evans. Hopefully nobody would notice what Chan was looking at. I was so embarrassed. But I couldn't help but smile just a little bit too.

  A little while later and it was time for the vows. Pastor Evans asked Chan the question. Silence.

  I stared at Chan in horror. He wasn't staring at my boobs now. He was looking lower... as if he could see right through my dress and underpants.

  He had a dreamy look on his face. He hadn't heard a word the Pastor said!

  I squeezed his hand. Hard. If I could have I would have kicked him!

  He looked up and smiled at me as if nothing was wrong. Pastor Evans had to repeat the last part of the vows.

  "Do you take this woman to be your wife?"

  At least this time, Chan said yes.

  The ceremony continued until it was my turn. I said 'I do.' But boy, did I have to think about it for a second.

  Not that it mattered anyway. Technically, we were already married. But still, did he have to be such a horn dog?

  The answer was apparently yes. The moment we were pronounced man and wife Chan leapt on me like a drowning man. He skipped the 'you may kiss the bride' part entirely!

  His tongue plunged in and out of my mouth. I gasped for air, hitting his shoulder. I felt like I was being attacked by a large, sexy, puppy.

  The crowd was cheering as he grabbed my hand and ran back down the aisle. He didn't stop for the congratulations. He didn't stop to see if I could keep up.

  It's a good thing I wasn't wearing stilettos.

  "Chan stop!"

  He ignored me, pulling me away from the party towards the parking lot. I followed him onto the trail that wound around the edge of the lake. I tried to tug on his hand but he was determined. He was practically running now.

  "Where are we going?"

  Chan glanced back at me but he did not stop.

  "If I don't find a place to be alone with you I'm going to go out of my mind."

  We jogged into the woods for another five minutes and stopped.

  "This will have to do."

  He pulled me to the ground.

  "My dress!"

  "It's okay! You just get on top! I thought this through Princess."

  I looked at him, dumbfounded. He was serious. He wanted me to...

  "You thought this through? Is that what you were doing during the ceremony?"

  "Remember that IOU you gave me?"

  He grinned at me as he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. I sighed. I felt him rubbing his erection against me. It did feel nice. Really nice.

  It always did with Chan.

  His eyes were a hot as he pleaded with me.

  "Please Princess... I need you."

  Slowly I lowered myself onto his shaft. I took my time, teasing him a bit. I still wasn't used to his size either.

  That worked for a while. Until he grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me wildly. I felt an orgasm approaching just as he swelled inside me.

  I finally understood what people meant by 'a quickie.'

  It was definitely quick, but effective.

  I brushed leaves out of his hair as we walked back to the lakeside party. He'd managed not to get me dirty, which definitely earned him some points. But his hair was a mess. The party was already in full swing when we appeared. There was a buffet, a bar and an improvised dance floor, all under the twinkly lights Chan and his friends had hung earlier in the day.

  Our friends were laughing as we walked back into the party. It must have been obvious what we had been up to. I tried to act causal but Chan walked in like a rooster. He actually high fived some of the guys.

  My husband was a crazy person.

  An adorable, wild, untamable crazy person.

  I sighed. At least I knew I'd never be bored.

  Two Months Later

  Chandler

  I stood on our front porch, smiling and nodding as people came and went. It felt good to know this was our house. Our first place together. We'd been moved in for almost three weeks, but we were finally settled in enough for a house warming party.

  Seems like the whole town had shown up.

  Lots of people were here to bring gifts. Some for the free booze. And others out of curiosity.

  Lots of people were curious it seemed.

  Especially the girls I'd dated.

  And all the boys who wish they'd dated my beautiful wife.

  None of them had even come close to succeeding. Carolina hadn't just been hard to get. She'd been damn near impossible. I should know.

  I smiled, taking another sip of my beer.

  Our house. Our bed. Our future.

  We'd bought it with my savings from my dancing days. It needed work, but I was handy enough. I'd already painted the interior and hung a porch swing for my lady. She seemed to like sitting out there quite a bit the last few weeks.

  Caro had never been lazy, but lately she seemed... content. She seemed to be dozing off a lot at least. I frowned.

  Maybe I was keeping her up too late at night with my husbandly attentions... she didn't seem to mind though. Hell, she liked it as much as I did.

  Which was a lot.

  I grabbed another beer and was talking to old Mr. Whitely when I noticed it.

  The weirdest thing was happening. My grandmother was smiling. She was staring at my wife and smiling.

  Nothing made that mean old woman smile.

  I put my arm around my wife and whispered into her cute little ear.

  "What's gotten into her?"

  "Who?"

  "Your grandmother-in-law."

  Caro looked at me, blushing a bit.

  "She figured something out."

  "What?"

  "I'll tell you later, Chan."

  I pulled her against me and bit her neck.

  "You'll tell me now woman!"

  She looked around and whispered into my ear. I was grinning in two seconds flat. Now it was my turn to go red in the face.

  "What? Are you sure?"

  She nodded.

  "You shouldn't be surprised! You've been working non-stop at it!"

  "It's a good thing we got an extra bedroom up there."

  She nodded.

  "Yes Chan, it is."

  I kissed my beautiful wife.

  I was going to be a daddy.

  It was the perfect day.

  HEAT

  Joanna Blake

  Copyright © 2015 Joanna Blake

  All rights reserved.

  For my favorite bag of nuts. You know who you are.

  Chapters

  One - Inebriation

  Two - Admiration

  Three - Probation

  Four - Attraction

  Five - Frustration

  Six - Exploitation

  Seven - Consolation

  Eight - Perspiration

  Nine - Accusation

  Ten - Reflection

  Eleven - Sensation

  Twelve - Destination

  Thirteen - Vacation

  Fourteen - Germination

  Fifteen - Temptation

  Sixteen - Humiliation

  Seventeen - Reflection

  Eighteen - Devastation

  Nineteen - Equation

  Twenty - Reconciliation

  Twenty-One - Devotion

  Twenty-Two - Revelation

  Twenty-Three - Annihilation

  Twenty-Four - Celebration

  Six (and a half) Months Later - Creation

  To my Readers,

  I've taken a slight departure from my regular style with this book. If you've read all of my stories, you know that the characters dictate
what happens. I often have a plan for my H & h that gets completely thrown out the window. With HEAT, I expected to write another fun, sweet, somewhat dirty love story.

  And then I met Trent. He had other ideas in mind. Because of who he is, and what his experiences have been... well, let's just say this book is a bit naughtier than my others. He needs love more than most, and he needs it in a variety of ways. Don't worry, I promise that he's a good guy deep down and this book does have a very happy ending.

  I have included TWO bonus books for your enjoyment- please enjoy your BONUS BOOKS BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer

  Xoxox,

  Joanna

  *HEAT was previously tilted BANG, but this title was censored. I think HEAT is even better though!

  Chapter One

  Trent

  I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Around me people were scurrying, adjusting lights and cameras. In front of me on all fours was Anastasia Berlin. Like me, she was frozen in place, with my cock balls deep inside her.

  I wasn't concerned about losing my erection. I wasn't concerned about the camera they were moving behind me, practically touching my ass. I wasn't worried about cuming too fast.

  I was just bored.

  "Clear!"

  I opened my eyes as the set quieted again. My hands flexed on Anastasia's hips.

  "Action."

  I flexed my hips, driving all the way into her. She was overly slippery with a silicone based lubricant. It was necessary for these long shoots. Otherwise, she would dry out.

  Besides, when you shot with Rez, you needed extra lube.

  I took small thrusts, careful not to smash backwards into the camera. They were there for the money shot. The grand finale.

  It was time to unleash the snake.

  I focused hard, letting images of every dirty, nasty thing I'd ever seen or done flash through my mind. For me, staying hard wasn't the challenge. It was getting excited enough to shoot my load.

  And the audience wanted a big ass load.

  I started to get that feeling at the base of my spine, traveling up to my nuts then forward, up and out of my shaft.

  Fucking A.

  I yanked my cock out and sprayed it all over her back.

  Anastasia flipped over like the pro she was and I covered her. I angled it up for the best effect, spraying my cum all over her enormous, obviously fake tits.

  I let my head fall back as the pent up release slowed.

  In an instant the lights would turn off.

  In an instant, and just for a heartbeat, I would feel dirty.

  Filthy.

  Disgusting.

  And then they would hand me a giant check and the feeling would pass.

  A stiff drink and a line of coke wouldn't hurt either. And I knew they'd have one of each of those waiting for me too.

  "That's a wrap!"

  I did my best to ignore the people bustling around me. One handed me a baby wipe, which I used to clean my dick off. Anastasia was cleaning off her tits while someone wiped her back.

  Just like that, it was over.

  I debated about going for a run, taking the night off. It would be nice to stay home with my girls. But then George waved me over and handed me a rolled up hundred dollar bill.

  I leaned down and inhaled a line of the white powder.

  I tilted my head back as the rush flooded my body.

  Cuming had nothing on coke.

  I took a pull of the bottle of bourbon he handed me.

  "There's a party in Malibu. You coming?"

  I shrugged.

  "Why not?"

  Lexi

  I tugged the thick white shoe off with one foot, rubbing it along my calf. My feet were sore, my legs were sore and my back was sore. My work shoes were old and did little to support my arches during my 12-36 hour shifts. I needed new ones.

  I needed a lot of things.

  I was making my rounds when Kelly stuck her head into Mr. Pollard's room.

  "It's you sister."

  "Tell her I will call her back in..."

  I did a quick calculation of how long it would take to finish checking in on every patient on the floor.

  "Forty five minutes."

  "She's freaking out, Lex."

  I closed my eyes. I finished marking down Mr. Pollard's vitals and left the room. It was bad form to stop in the middle of rounds. But when Char called, it was inevitably an emergency.

  I flexed my hips, moving at a rapid clip down the hallway towards the nurses' station. I had long ago mastered the art of running but making it look like I was walking. It was important not to show panic in a hospital. Never mind at home.

  At home, it was even worse. My sister was extremely sensitive. So I had learned to project an aura of calm at all times.

  Even if I was panicking inside.

  Kelly held out the phone to me. I could hear sobbing before I even lifted the phone to my ear. It wasn't the sound of a normal twenty-year-old woman crying.

  It was the sound of a terrified little girl.

  "Char, what's wrong?"

  It took a few seconds for her to compose herself enough so I could understand her. When I did, my blood ran cold.

  "She left me."

  I stood up straight, outrage flooding my system.

  "What do you mean, she left you?"

  My voice was harsh, clipped, which only made her start to wail even louder. The other nurses at the station had sympathy written all over their faces. They knew how hard it was to be my sister's guardian. My sweet, loving, chemically unbalanced and developmentally disabled sister.

  I forced myself to modulate my voice. She did not respond well to criticism. And even if she'd done something off the wall, it wasn't her fault.

  I was pretty sure she'd done something to freak Suzie out.

  "What happened, Char?"

  What I really meant was 'what did you do, Char?' But I couldn't say that. Not unless I wanted her to have a complete meltdown.

  This might seem like an epic crisis to a normal person, but trust me, it barely registered. The fact that her new caregiver Suzie had left my sister alone was another matter altogether.

  A very, very serious matter.

  Basically, heads were going to roll.

  "I hate her. She made me take my meds with orange juice. You know I only take them with my Arnold Palmer. She said that was stupid."

  I closed my eyes again, praying for patience.

  One of my sisters most charmingly frustrating tendencies was to only drink beverages that were named after people. Arnold Palmers. Shirley Temples. Virgin Mary's.

  I was hoping she would outgrow this particular tic, but so far, she had not.

  "I'll call Mrs. Keeley. Hold tight."

  "Don't hang up!"

  "I won't love. Now, think carefully. Did you take your pills Char?"

  I called Mrs. Keeley, holding a phone to each ear. She was our neighbor and the kindest person I knew. She was also the only other person who Charlotte would listen to. Unfortunately, she was 80 years old and couldn't keep up with Char anymore.

  Thus the endless stream of inept caregivers that had been walking through our doors the past few months. I sighed as I finally set the phone down, staying on the line with Char until Mrs. Keeley was in the house. Kelly handed me a cup of coffee. I took it, sipping it gratefully.

  At least our hospital had decent coffee.

  "She needs to be in assisted living."

  I didn't argue with her. I knew it was true. But that was expensive. And I couldn't bear to relegate my sweet, beautiful sister to a state home. God knows what would happen to her there.

  "Lexi, you can't keep this up."

  I shook my head. I had to. I didn't have a choice. Our parents had died when I was barely into my first year of nursing school. No other family member had been willing to take on my sister.

  I couldn't really blame them. Who would take on a teenager, let alone a chemically unbalanced, disabled girl who was nothing but a dist
ant relative?

  So even though I was barely six years older than her, I took on the role of parent.

  I'd been looking after her since she was born, so it wasn't that big of an adjustment.

  What had been a big surprise was the fact that our parents had been up to their eyeballs in debt when they died. All the special doctors, the tutors, the medication. It had all added up over the years to a huge deficit. The only thing left was the house, which wasn't worth much. I would have loved to sell it and move away. But interrupting Char's stability was dangerous.

  So we'd stayed and managed to keep the bank from taking the house. They'd taken everything else.

  Thank God for student loans and scholarships. Without them I would have never been able to keep the lights on, or finish getting through nursing school.

  As it was I would be paying for school for the rest of my natural born life.

  Never mind someone to take proper care of my sister.

  Something would change for the better eventually.

  It had to.

  Chapter Two

  Trent

  The first thing I saw was the water sparkling on the surface of the cool blue pool. I blinked. It was a very nice pool.

  It just wasn't my pool.

  Surprise, surprise, I'd passed out again.

  I groaned and rolled over, realizing I was tangled up with another body. I glanced over my shoulder.

  Make that three different bodies.

  I looked down. I was wearing pants. So whatever I'd done last night, or if I'd fucked anyone, it must have been earlier in the evening. That was good. I hated to fuck sloppy.

  It was against my policy. I was a professional. I didn't mix business with pleasure.

  Getting massively fucked up being pleasure. Sex was just a job. A fun, pleasurable job, but a job all the same. I groaned, glancing at my watch.

  "Fuck."

  I sat up abruptly. It was 8 am. Sally would not be happy with me for staying out all night. Neither would Hendrix or Jezebel.

  Damn it. I had to get home to my dogs.