by Joanna Blake
I looked back at her.
"Are you sure you are ready? The doctor said to play it by ear."
She smiled at me, lifting the baby up and carrying her over to her crib.
"I'm sure Joss. It was an easy birth."
I watched as she settled Lila in for a nap. We'd barely slept in weeks but it was all worth it. Having a baby was the best thing that had happened to me.
Trista stood and smiled at me seductively. Lust shot straight to my cock, making it stand instantly at attention.
Scratch that. The second best thing.
Trista took my hand and grabbed the baby monitor.
I followed her to the bedroom and undressed my beautiful wife.
If we were lucky, maybe we'd get started on making another little miracle.
I grinned.
I was a lucky sonofabitch indeed.
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
Wanted By The Devil (Devil's Riders MC Club)
Still Waters (Devil's Riders MC Club)
Safe In His Arms (Devil's Riders MC Club)
Devil's Riders: Before You (A prequel to the Devil's Rider's Trilogy)
Slay Me (Rock Gods)
Dare Me (Rock Gods)
Cover Me (Rock Gods)
BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
GRIND
PUSH
RIDE (The Delancey Brothers Trilogy)
Turn the page for excerpts from Joanna Blake's PLAYER, Bound To Me, BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer.
Player
Joanna Blake
"Yo' Fitz! Your turn man."
I looked up to see Kyle grinning stupidly as the stripper finished grinding on him. The song was ending and Kyle had his hands all over the dancer's generous ass. The girl, Crystal something or other, was only wearing a G-string. Her tanned skin gleamed in the dim light.
I drank deeply from my twenty-dollar beer. Thankfully drinks were free for the team. As were the lap dances. And anything else that might arise.
Players frequently went home with the dancers from the club. I had myself more than once. The girls were severely hot and more than accommodating. Not to mention flexible.
I shook my head. To be honest, I felt kind of disgusting the last time I woke up next to a girl whose makeup was smeared all over the pillow case. And the sheets. And my cock. When I was drunk, then yeah, I didn't mind so much. But after...
Lately all the girls I boned made me feel that way. The strippers, the groupies, the co-eds. I'd even picked up a housewife at a bar just a week ago. Well, to be honest. She'd picked me up.
But something about it was leaving me unsatisfied.
More than unsatisfied.
I felt fucking dirty.
If I was honest, I preferred the natural look. Like that gorgeous brunette in my economy class. She might be a freshman, but she had all the right equipment. Huge green eyes, a cute nose, gorgeous lips, and the best tits I'd seen in my entire life.
My God those tits could stop traffic. Not to mention her legs were about a mile long. They'd look nice wrapped around me as I drove in and out of her sweet little box.
I adjusted my junk. I was hard just thinking about it.
The dancer walked towards me with a question in her eyes.
"I'll pass."
I wasn't drunk enough to enjoy this tonight. Even after winning yet another game. I should be riding high but instead I just wanted to be alone.
The thing was, I was hardly fucking ever alone.
My teammates, the fans, girls. I was the center of attention. Non-stop.
Growing up, I'd had the opposite problem. My mom had worked two jobs. Sometimes three. And we'd still been dirt poor.
Fuck, poorer than that.
Mud poor.
If you'd ever seen the neighborhood I grew up in, it was probably on the news. Some reporter talking about crime rates. Or how depressed the south side of Chicago was. And how everyone who lived there was either a vandal or a hoodlum.
Or both.
I'd like to say that I hadn't been one of those criminals but that would be a lie. I'd jacked car stereos, bikes, anything. The only thing that had saved me from ending up in prison was football.
The Sport of Kings.
Look at me now. I was the top of the heap. The King of Kings.
And I was still fucking covered in mud.
Bound To Me
The Delancey Brothers Trilogy
Joanna Blake
I pushed Black Jack to his limits, riding the stallion over the entire course. I did this nearly every morning now before his afternoon training session. Ever since the wild young horse had arrived.
It kept him from injuring himself or the trainers.
I was the only one the damned horse would listen to.
I rode into the paddock and dismounted, tossing the reins to McDermott, the head stable master.
"Your appointment is waiting for you Daniel."
He winked at me.
"What appointment?"
"She was supposed to be here last week, remember?"
I cursed. A rich city girl was here to breed her horse with one of ours. She'd been carefully instructed that the sooner in the mare's season she came, the better the chances that the mare would quicken.
But the prearranged date had come and gone without a word.
I'd had the staff call. I'd emailed. And then I'd written it off.
I was inclined to ignore the matter entirely. Just to teach the lady a lesson in manners. Leave the horse unbred.
But I couldn't.
Jackson had personally tasked me with this client.
Damnit.
"Personally, I'd say she was worth the wait."
I glanced at McDermott sardonically.
"The mare or the woman?"
He chuckled.
"Both!"
I smiled at his joke and patted Black Jack's flank.
"Cool him down and clean him off. It's time for him to meet his first girlfriend."
"What about you?"
He gestured to my riding clothes. I'd been out for hours, sweating in the Texas sun. I looked down at myself.
I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my face.
"That's as good as the lady is going to get. Where is she?"
"Where else? The stables."
I nodded. Where else, indeed.
Horse people were all the same. Even if they were God awful in human company. But each and every one loved the majestic animals with an intense fervor unmatched by other hobbyists.
I strode into the massive stable building, eager to get this over with. The stables were L-shaped. She wasn't in the first corridor so I turned the corner.
And stopped in my tracks.
Leaning against one of the stable doors was a tall, slender, very, very curvy woman. Her long blond hair was artfully arranged in luxurious waves. Her outrageously perfect bottom was encased in snug fitting riding pants. Her profile was one of classic beauty, with thickly lashed eyes, high cheekbones, a delicate nose and pouty lips.
Did I mention the curves?
Her entire bearing screamed old money, privilege and pride.
And stupidity.
She was leaning against Thunderstorm's stall. The one horse who'd been known to injure anyone who rode him. Or got close to his stall. The most dangerous horse in a hundred miles.
"Back away very slowly."
Her head turned and she stared at me. Her eyes were wide as she took me in. For a moment she looked pleasantly surprised. And then disdain clouded her features. She looked me up and down, obvi
ously confusing me for a stable hand.
I'd been wrong.
The woman wasn't just a beauty.
She was the beauty.
The most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on.
I had one question answered.
Her eyes were blue.
And I knew one other thing for certain too.
She was about to become a major pain in my ass.
BRO'
Joanna Blake
Not one for slacking I started my first full day home with a match against the club pro Matt. It cost extra to play with him but I didn't care. He was an amazing player and gave as good as he got. And for some reason, he considered me a friend.
Probably because most of the people who hired him were bored housewives hoping to get into his pants.
I'd noticed the cougar crowd dropping me hints the past few years as well. And now that I was 21... well maybe I'd take one of them up on it. At least I could be sure an older woman would know what she was doing.
I was dripping with sweat by the time we were done. I wasn't a big fan of showering at the club so I left. Matt waved me off and begged me to book him as much as possible this summer. I promised I would.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Except, well, fuck.
As much as possible.
As many girls as possible.
Speaking of which maybe I'd text Jen later. I knew she was waiting on me. I did enjoy working out horizontally, especially with a sexy female like Jen. She liked to sport fuck as much as I did.
I was turning down our driveway in my convertible when I hit the breaks.
Hard.
A girl was biking toward me. From the general direction of the house. Long dark blond hair blew behind. Big high tits filled out her t-shirt admirably. She had a teeny tiny waist and long tanned legs. She rode closer and I tried to get a look at her face.
Pretty, that much was obvious, with big beautiful eyes. I could see her puffy lips from twenty feet away. Cute little nose too.
The girl looked like a God damned swimsuit model.
No. Wait. What.
My brain went utterly blank as I realized something.
It was Mouse. Mouse was the swimsuit model. I was staring at Mouse with lust.
Hot, unrelenting lust.
I jolted to action as she rolled up by my car.
"Nev?"
She stopped her bike, those impossibly long legs straddling the seat. Her jean shorts were short, almost up to the top of her perfect thighs. I swallowed, realizing my mouth was a little bit dry.
But my dick was throbbing.
She smiled at me, cool as a cucumber. Where was the worshipful little Mouse I knew and loved?
"Hey Clay."
She'd grown up obviously. And she'd grown up right.
Still, I knew how to charm the pants off a girl, no matter how hot she was. And I wanted to. I knew it instantly. I wanted to fuck Mouse, of all people.
Really, really bad.
I smiled, letting my eyes wander over that ridiculously perfect little body.
"Where you going?"
She tossed her head, sending a cascade of wavy blond hair over her shoulder. It was very sexy, but not deliberate or coy. She was unconsciously seductive. It was hypnotizing.
"Job hunting."
I smirked.
"In that outfit?"
She looked down at herself and back at me.
I pulled my sunglasses down and switched gears.
"I think you've outgrown those shorts little Mouse."
Then I drove away. Slowly. Very slowly.
Just so I could check out her ass in the rear view window.
Good lord, the girl was fine. She'd stop traffic anywhere. No matter what she was wearing.
I went into the house to change, all thoughts of texting Jen forgotten.
A Bad Boy For Summer
Joanna Blake
I threw my arm over the back of the seat and looked to the side, letting my eyes slide over her body. Frannie didn't seem to notice. Her hands were gripping the bar that had locked us into place in the Ferris wheel seat.
I leaned back and watched her as the ride started to spin.
She looked like a little kid, nervous and excited. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled when she turned to look at me.
"I thought you didn't like Ferris wheels."
"I don't! I'm petrified."
I grinned at her.
"I'll protect you."
She laughed as if that were the wittiest thing I could have said. I laughed too, her laughter was that infectious. As soon as we got to the top of the wheel I slid over to her. Her face was startled as she looked into my eyes. My eyes lowered to her soft inviting lips.
I leaned in and tilted my head, angling my mouth against hers.
Her lips felt like pillows underneath mine. Warm and sweet. Her breath mingled with mine as I slowly eased into the kiss, nibbling and licking her until she opened her mouth.
Then the kiss went wild.
My hands reached for her hips as I pulled her against me. Her breasts mashed against my chest and I moaned, diving back into her mouth to tangle my tongue with hers.
I felt like my dick was a fucking rocket, it was so ready to lift off.
The next thing I knew the ride had stopped and a crowd of people were staring at us. I guess we didn't notice. I wanted the ride to go on and on. As it was I had to hold my jacket in front of me as I climbed out.
I glanced at Frannie. Her pretty lips were swollen and pouting. I wanted to get horizontal with her right fucking now.
Jesus Christ, what was she doing to me?
The girl had the moves that was for fucking sure.
I took her hand and pulled her toward the boardwalk, desperately looking for a place to be alone with her. She smiled at me shyly. There was an innocence in her gaze that made me absolutely sure that she had no fucking clue what I had in mind.
I had a sinking feeling that Frannie was a good girl. That her innocence might be a problem. That it might take more than a Ferris wheel ride to get into her pants. It wasn't going to stop me from trying though.
I knew something else too.
I knew it without a doubt.
This girl was going to be mine.
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