Table of Contents
Alexandria Hunt Romance
Quick And Dirty Reading List
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Also by Alexandria Hunt
Big Rock
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Alexandria Hunt
Contents
Alexandria Hunt Romance
Quick And Dirty Reading List
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Also by Alexandria Hunt
Alexandria Hunt Romance
Copyright © 2017 Big Rock
by Alexandria Hunt
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may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
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Foreword
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Samantha Stone was drifting through life. She’d watched her best friend Melody head off to school and get her law degree while she’d fooled around and gone from one low paying job to the next.
She’d finally secured herself a position as a fashion purchaser to one of the biggest retail chains in the city, but things still felt hollow to her.
She didn’t even know what she needed until a chance meeting led her to Marco Diaz, dreamy Marco, the lead singer of the hottest indie rock band of the last year.
She took Marco home for a little bit of fun, but Marco had other plans.
One look at Samantha and he was a man lost, he wanted her but being with Marco meant giving up her job for life on the road, touring with the band.
Could she trust her heart with a man who had throngs of screaming fans desperate to be with him?
Could she give up the only job she’d ever liked and take a chance on something that felt an awful lot like love?
If Marco had his way, she would…and more.
***WARNING*** This is a romance but it has insta-love, filthy talk and dirty sex which means it’s best left for those 18+.
If you like it quick and dirty, this story is for you!
1
“What do you think of this red one?” I asked my coworker, Rose. “Is it too much or just enough?”
She flipped her silky black hair out of her eyes and sat up from where she’d been pouring over next season’s fashion catalogues. “Ohhhh, it’s perfect!” she exclaimed, “I love it!”
The item we were talking about was a bright red version of the little black dress. I loved it, but sometimes I needed a second opinion to support my gut instincts. I was good at this job, but my personal taste occasionally got in the way of my professional tastes.
I had to order items that everybody would love, that the general public would want, even if they weren’t for me.
“Do you think Regina will love it?” I asked, stepping back to look at the dress from a distance. “I think she will, and if she loves it then that means bonuses for all.”
“We haven’t had bonuses in forever, that would be amazing!” Rose exclaimed. “What would you buy?”
“I would buy a new pair of shoes,” I said in a dreamy voice.
When one of us ordered an item that put the department store in the papers…or the blogs, our boss Regina would reward us with a cash bonus.
The last time I’d blown it all on dinners for me and my best friend, Melody. This time though, I was going to get something that would last.
Rose and I finished up our orders a little late and I made my way back to the little two bedroom I shared with Mel. She’d recently finished law school and had been working as an intern at this big fancy law place so her hours were as late as mine.
I also couldn’t wait to find out what was happening with Mel’s new boss, Hunter the Hottie. She’d been working there for a couple weeks and I’d never seen her this excited about a man since…well, ever.
She was a gorgeous girl, there was no doubt about that, and she’d dated here and there through college, but nobody ever steady and nobody that made her giggle like a teenager at the mere mention of his name.
I wasn’t so bad myself, I had thick blonde hair that I currently had cut short underneath and dyed a neon pink. I had a couple piercings and more than a couple tattoos.
I went through a bad girl phase in tenth grade and it just never seemed to end. It had become part of my identity at this point, and I knew if I ever did settle down and have a family, I’d be that one mom in the drop off wearing all black and combat boots.
I was totally okay with that though, I wasn’t planning on settling down any time soon. I enjoyed dating and partying a little too much, there was no way I was going to give that all up just yet.
Besides, I had my eyes on the prize of a promotion to Regina’s personal assistant. Rumor was that the girl who had it now was pregnant and wanted to leave the company soon. I’d been there the longest, so naturally I expected I would be at the top of the list.
I found Mel sitting on the couch with a laptop on her knees when I got in.
“Who are you stalking?” I joked and kicked off my shoes.
“Who do you think?” she laughed and turned the laptop around. Hunter Drake, of course, his smiling face took up the entire screen.
“Damn girl, I was joking,” I replied and flopped down next to her. “Have you been looking him up since you got home?”
She went bright red and snorted. “Yeah, does that make me a creepy stalker?”
“Creepy? No. Stalker? Yes,” I replied. “He is pretty hot though, wow.”
I wasn’t into business types, but Hunter Drake was pretty freaking attractive. He was perfect for my friend.
We chatted over wine well into the night. I loved her like a sister, and I was so grateful to have Mel in my life.
Friday night was different though, as much as I loved her, she pissed me off by not letting me know where she was. I texted her a bunch of times, and even though in my heart I knew she’d probably just gone home with some random dude at a bar, it scared me in case she was in danger.
After a long night and about a million messages, she finally got back to me.
And when she came home, I could tell on her face that something big had happened.
I just didn’t realize how bad it had been.
Vomit and Hunter Drake, what a horrible combination and I felt every cringe worthy moment as she told me the whole story.
To keep her mind off things I entertained her all day. We shopped and laughed and got ice cream cones in the food court at the mall so we could check out all the hot guys passing by.
There weren’t that many of them these days. That was the problem with being in your mid twenties. Young dudes looked like little puppies, all floppy and uncoordinated, and older guys seemed to all be married with kids.
And I wasn’t quite old enough to be into a guy with a dad-bod just yet. I still craved my very own bad boy, and although I’d always had success finding them, lately it seemed like there were none around my age.
I’d tried the online dating thing, and it never worked, e
very guy was way older, way fatter, or way shorter than he claimed, and they all thought dinner meant a blow job, like I was entering into some unspoken underground economy the moment I agreed to meet up.
Mel and I ended up at our favorite sushi restaurant and were continuing the rest of our great day when somebody caught my eye though.
He was my type from start to finish, up and down, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, oh my god.
He was staring intently at his phone and sitting alone, so I just allowed myself to take little peeks of him here and there.
His thick, jet black hair was long, to his shoulders, and fell in curls like he belonged on Game of Thrones.
But this guy had tats, beautiful ink that swirled around his thick arms that bulges through his tight black tee shirt. They were artful, thoughtful, and completely lickable…like the abs I caught a glimpse of when he stood at one point, when a tall, lithe blonde woman walked in and I was sure he was meeting his wife or something.
But not, the blonde joined another table, my hottie pulled his shirt down and sat back on his chair, scrolling through his phone again.
His eyes were stunning though, he was obviously Spanish or South American, but his eyes were this intoxicating greenish blue that made me blush when he caught me looking.
Mel didn’t seem to notice so I kept half my head in our conversation and half checking out the rocker dude to our left.
I thought he was finally getting up to leave, he’d eaten his meal, checked his phone one last time, paid his check and stood up…and turned to look directly at me.
“Sounds like you two are having a good time,” he said and his brilliant eyes sparkled as they locked on mine.
It was as if somebody else took over my mind, and I found myself asking him to join our table.
Of course I saw Mel’s flash of disapproval and felt a little bad about it, but he was too perfect for me to shy away from.
I needed some thrills, I had been too good lately and too focused on work. I think the last time I’d had really toe curling, mind blowing sex was more than a month ago.
And yeah, that’s not too long for a lot of people, but for me it felt like a lifetime. I was in the prime of my life and I needed as much fun as possible.
“Hey,” I said with a predatory grin. He didn’t know it yet, but he was my next one night stand.
“Hey,” he replied, “My name’s Marco, who are you gorgeous ladies?”
And with that, I knew he was mine.
2
“So I guess we should get home,” Mel said about twenty minutes into my one on one discussion with Marco.
I waved her off and said, “Why don’t you head home and I’ll be there soon. You need your rest.”
She frowned and gave me one of those looks, the look that said, “I can’t believe you’re ditching me,” but I ignored her.
My body had taken over at that point, when such a gorgeous chunk of man meat presented himself on a platter for you, you can’t say no.
Mel let out a long, annoyed breath and finally left so I could work my charms on Marco.
“Tell me what you do,” I said, leaning towards him in the booth. He scooched around and sat a few inches from me. He put his arm around my shoulder, leaving space between us, and looked into my eyes.
“I want to know about you,” he said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “You seem much more interesting than I am.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” I laughed, “besides I already know all about myself, I want to know about you.”
“Well, what can I say? I’m twenty-nine, in a band, and I love dangerously sexy women,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’m hardly dangerous,” I grinned, “but I’ll take sexy.”
“And so you should,” he said, brushed my bangs off my forehead and cupped the back of my neck with his huge hand. The warmth of him radiated into my flesh, sending rolling waves of pleasure up and down the back of my spine.
He leaned forward and kissed me, his mouth eager and soft with the slightest tickle of his facial hair against my face.
I opened my lips and he slipped his tongue inside, lustful and sexy, he swirled it around mine, fighting to dominate me from the very start.
I loved it, I loved a man who wouldn’t let me railroad them, who stood up to my aggression.
I loved a man who made me feel like a real woman.
Sometimes I knew my personality could be a bit much, but I could already tell Marco wasn’t about to let me take over, and that knowledge made me shiver more than anything.
I reached up to touch his cheek with my hand and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me against him. I slid onto his lap, my legs crossing his thighs as the rest of the world disappeared.
I didn’t care that I was making out with a total stranger in the middle of my favorite restaurant. I only cared that Marco felt so good, he tasted so incredible and he felt even better.
He pushed my hand down to my thigh and his hand crept up mine to the edge of my skirt where he slowly slipped his fingers farther.
I was falling deep into the well of bliss that seemed to open up all around me at his touch.
I closed my eyes and felt his hand slip up a little higher when I heard somebody clear their throat nearby.
My eyes snapped open and I found the waitress standing at the edge of our table with an annoyed look on her face. Marco pulled away and looked at her too.
“I don’t mean to break up your love fest, but we’re closing,” she said, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her foot.
“Oh damn, I’m sorry,” Marco replied and dug in his jeans pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a credit card and slid it across the table at the waitress. “I’ll cover this table too.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, but it made me feel pretty good that he wanted to take care of me.
“I insist,” he said and kissed my neck as the waitress processed the card, tore off the receipt and handed them back.
“I suggest you get a room,” she said with an eyebrow raised sarcastically.
She flounced off and we slid out of the booth, hand in hand with matching guilty and smug grins on our faces.
“So what do you say, should we get a room?” I asked as we left the restaurant.
“You’re awfully forward, Miss Stone,” he said and pulled me against him so he could sling his arm around my shoulder like we were already lovers.
“I know what I want, there’s nothing wrong with that. And tomorrow is Sunday, I have nothing to do so you can keep me up alllllll night.”
“Well, that is a tempting offer. And god knows you are exactly my type.”
“Forward and lazy?” I laughed.
He stopped abruptly and turned me towards him, hooked his finger under my chin and tilted my face to look up at him. I trembled with longing, he towered over me by about a foot and the hot scent of him engulfed me.
“Beautiful, bright, and so fucking sexy it makes my cock ache just to see the spark in your eyes,” he said in a low tone and kissed me again.
Fuck, I wanted him so bad it felt as if every cell in my body was on fire for him. My body screamed in protest as I broke away and breathlessly said, “My place is literally a block away.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
“Nothing apparently,” I smiled. “But I do have to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I have a rule.”
“A rule?”
“Yes, and you have to agree to it before I take you home and fuck your brains out.”
“Okay, shoot. I mean as long as I don’t have to fuck your roomie first, I mean she’s cute but totally not my type.”
“No, no roomie fucking,” I laughed and stopped, looking up at him. “But I’m serious. This is just a one night thing, okay? I don’t like to drag things out and I’m too busy for a relationship.”
“So no friends with benefits?”
“No,” I sighed, k
nowing he could fully walk away when I gave him the talk. “I find sex is great the first time, not so great the second time, and by the third time I see you, it’s boring. It’s just the way my brain works.”
His eyebrows knitted together and he said, “Who hurt you, Sam?”
I frowned right back and straightened up. “Nobody, I told you, it’s just how my brain works.”
He searched my face for a moment or two and I could see him thinking about my offer.
At last he took a deep breath, smiled and said, “Fine. I’ll accept your rule.”
“Excellent,” I grinned and leaned into him as we began to walk again.
We ended up holding hands and half running the short distance to my place. Marco kissed me the entire way up the elevator and somehow got my bra unhooked without me even noticing.
He was good at this. I might have met my match.
“We have to be quiet, Mel is probably already in bed,” I whispered loudly.
“I can’t promise you’ll stay quiet once I start fucking you,” he said, a growl exploding from his chest as he grabbed me and kissed me again.
With shaking hands I managed to open the door and we left a trail of shoes and clothes all the way to my bedroom.
And I tried to be quiet, I did my best, but there was no way to contain the noises that came bubbling up out of my throat.
His mouth was hot and demanding, both advancing and commanding my tongue and lips as his, like I belonged to him. Like he owned me already.
“This is mine,” he said and cupped my throbbing pussy in his hand as if he’d read my mind. “From the moment I saw you sitting there, I wanted it. I knew I’d have it.”
“Lucky your date didn’t show up,” I whispered and moaned softly as his hand moved against my clit, prodding into my wet heat with his fingers.
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