Alluring Promises Box Set (Books 1-3)

by Josie Bordeaux

They guys just shook their heads and the shorter one asked, “How the fuck did you do that? We watched you earlier missing several easy shots.”

  She shrugged. “I guess I just got lucky.” She glanced at me and swallowed. It wasn’t like I didn’t know she was missing shots on purpose to make me feel a bit better.

  The taller one shook his head, anger flashed in his eyes. “That’s bullshit!” As he started coming toward Izzy. I stepped in front of her, blocking the guy and clenched my fists, ready to beat the piss out of both of them.

  “Hey, you guys approached her and wanted to play. She played. Done. Now, move the fuck along.” They glanced at each other while I waited, looking at each one wondering who would try to take their first shot at me. The tall one glanced over at me and looked at me as if he was going to start. I smirked and shrugged my shoulders. “I’m ready when you are, asshole.” It’s been awhile since I’ve been in a brawl and I was looking forward to it. I was still pissed about missing the one with Mark, although, glad it turned out the way it did. They looked me over again, shook their heads and walked away, leaving the $100 on the table.

  Izzy grabbed the money and tucked it in her bra, smiling brightly and then kissed me. “Thanks, honey, for letting me play,” she purred continuing the charade.

  “Fuck, you keep doing shit like that and I’ll be bending you over the table,” I whispered in her ear.

  Her eyes lit up as she teased, “Promises, promises.” She winked at me and started walking toward the door. I took a deep breath watching her walk. Between the adrenaline pumping through me from almost getting into a fight and kissing her earlier, God, it’s going to be tough going slow with her.

  We got to my bike and she was jumping up and down. “That was so much fun! I haven’t done that since college!” She hugged me tight and kissed me. I grabbed her and kissed her back hard. Thoughts of taking her right here on my bike went through my mind. Our mouths melded together, the intensity kicked up with every second. I realized if we didn’t head back, I really would take her now.

  We hopped on my bike and headed back toward her place. The moment I parked in front, she jumped off.

  “Coming into the battlefield with me?” She asked smirking and tilting her head toward the townhouse. I got off my bike and walked her to the door.

  “Nah, I probably should say goodnight right now, although I don’t really want to.”

  She swallowed. “I had a lot of fun with you today. I don’t really want to say goodnight either, but I probably should go in since we’re supposed to take it slow and all, right?” She was looking like she wanted confirmation. I wanted to just take her up to her room but figured Mel or Clark would just interrupt us.

  I shook my head trying to get grabbing her and throwing her down on the stairs out of my head. “Yeah, I should probably get going.” I bent down to give her a kiss and she opened her mouth. Like hell, if I was going to turn that down. She had the most incredible lips ever. Soft and sweet. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and then thrust her hands through my hair, pulling me closer for a deeper kiss.

  “No shit! Didn’t you guys fucking figure out yet to get a room with a door?” Clark snorted, shaking his head as he ran up the stairs and into the townhouse.

  “I can’t believe he keeps doing that. Does he plan it or something?” She asked frowning and rolling her eyes.

  I just laughed and kissed her again. “I think that was a sign that I should take off or we’ll be in your room soon.” She smiled and took a deep breath and sighed. She turned to go in the door.

  “Hey,” I called to her and she turned back to me smiling. “Think I can get your number so maybe we can get together tomorrow before work?”

  Smiling, she bounced down the stairs to me, pulling out her phone. After giving me her number, I bent down for one last sweet taste of her lips.

  I drove off wondering if a couple of days constitutes going slow because if we keep kissing like this, a couple of days is all I’ll last.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Izzy

  I CLOSED the door and leaned against it, sighing deeply. The house was quiet and I was left with my own thoughts. I really wanted to hop back on his bike and go back to his place. Why does it matter if we wait? He keeps saying I’m not a rebound from Sheila and I believe him. Why are we listening to Melanie? She can’t even figure it out with Flynn. And why the heck does Clark keep walking in when we’re making out? I tried to calm down and went up to my room and changed.

  My phone chimed with a text from Z as I settled into bed.

  Z: How’s the battlefield?

  Me: Quiet. Do you think they killed each other and I don’t know it?

  Z: LOL. Could be. Maybe I should start calling hospitals to make sure.

  Me: At least that’s better than the morgues.

  Z: What are you doing tomorrow?

  Me: Probably go for a run. You?

  Z: Going to hit the gym. Clark makes me want to hit something. You wanna come? It’s boxing.

  Me: Nah. Thanks though.

  Z: Wanna meet after for lunch?

  Me: Yes. Where?

  Z: I’ll pick you up at 11?

  Me: On your bike?

  Z: Of course

  Me: Then yes.

  Z: Are you in bed?

  Me: Yes…you? My heart started beating faster and I couldn’t stop smiling.

  Z: Yes. X

  Me: Too bad that’s not a real X.

  God, why didn’t I just make him come inside with me?

  Z: Tomorrow I’ll double up to make up for it. X

  Me: Promises, promises.

  Z: LOL. I’ll make good on it. X

  Me: OK. I’ll hold you to that. X

  Z: I’ll pick you up at 11. Night. X

  Me: OK. Night. X

  THE NEXT MORNING, I went downstairs to find Clark and Flynn drinking their coffee and talking quietly. I grabbed a mug and filled up.

  “So, where’d you and Z go last night, Iz?” Flynn asked me.

  I chuckled. “Umm, we headed out to some biker bar. We had fun. I hustled two guys. It was great.” I laughed again, thinking about how much fun the night was.

  “You did what?” Clark asked, almost spitting out his coffee.

  “No way,” Flynn said, the excitement in his voice matched his eyes. So I went on and told them both what happened.

  “So you made $100 last night.” Clark shook his head “That’s awesome!”

  Melanie came walking down the stairs. “What’s awesome?”

  Flynn glanced at me and nodded his head toward me. “Iz, here, hustled a couple of guys last night when she went out with Z.”

  “Aw and I missed it! I used to love watching you do that.” She shook her head as she grabbed a cup of coffee. “So Clark. How is Tina?” Melanie asked smugly.

  I hoped she wasn’t going in for another fight with Flynn. Flynn just shook his head and grabbed his keys. “See you guys later,” he muttered as he headed out the door.

  “What was that all about?” Clark asked.

  “They got into it about what would be the right thing to do after you left,” I replied.

  Melanie huffed, “Yeah, he apparently thinks you’re in the right, Clark!”

  “What is wrong with you two? Why does it matter what I do? You guys keep picking fights over the stupidest things. I don’t get it. Just fuck and be happy! What’s wrong with that?” Clark shook his head, grabbed his keys and left.

  “They’re such jerks,” Melanie spat out. “It matters a lot what Flynn thinks about what Clark did. I mean what if he’s the type to just run off and screw a girl when she’s upset…”

  I shook my head. “Melanie, you’re overreacting. I agree with Clark. You’re just trying to pick a fight. You guys have way too much tension. Either quit trying to pick fights with him and go for it or just resolve to not be together. Neither of you are making any sense.”

  She rolled her eyes at me an
d took a drink from her coffee. She received a text and smiled bright. “I gotta get to work. I’ll talk to you soon.” She grabbed her keys and walked out. I really wondered if Flynn was right and maybe she was still doing something with that boss of hers.

  I finished my coffee and headed upstairs to change for my run. The more I thought about it, I really didn’t want to run into Mark so soon and what if he was on the trail today. I decided that maybe I would just go for a light jog today and run around town instead.

  I left the townhouse and headed past Allure and down a couple streets. It was fun to run through the city and it gave me a change of scenery from my run on the trails. Since I wasn’t doing sprints today, I went for a longer jog than usual. I had the iPod that Melanie let me borrow a couple days ago and listened to some great music and before long I was lost in my thoughts. I realized I had run pretty far and should turn back, so I started down the opposite side of the street.

  Something caught my eye on the other side of the street where I just came from. It looked like that guy I kept seeing. I kept getting spooked, but couldn’t seem to figure out the exact face of the man. I kept looking across the street and…BAM! I smacked right into someone and fell to the ground, my ass immediately throbbing in pain. I shook my head and sat there for a second. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I exclaimed and looked up to who was trying to help me up.

  “Baby, you can run into me any day.” I laughed and was surprised to look up at Z. I glanced at the building noting it appeared to be some type of training gym. He was sweaty and carrying a gym bag. “Are you okay? What are you doing all the way over here?” He asked me, helping me up. Immediately, his strong arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight.

  “I didn’t feel like running into Mark just yet, so I thought I’d run the streets and I just didn’t pay attention, I guess.” I didn’t mention the mystery person I think I keep seeing more so because I was convinced I was making things up in my head.

  He kissed me and then frowned. “Well, I’m glad you took a different route, but you need to be more careful. This isn’t the best part of town.” I looked around and realized it really wasn’t. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift back to the townhouse and you can change for our date.” He took my hand bringing me over to his bike. He was securing his stuff when a tall good looking guy, covered in tattoos came walking over. “Z, man, what was with you today? You kicked my ass,” He exclaimed while laughing.

  “Hey Daryl, this is Izzy.” Z introduced me. Daryl had a buzz cut hair, muscular build, and soft brown eyes. He had that bad boy look to him which led me to believe he’s been in more than his fair share of fights.

  Daryl’s eyes grazed over my body as I held out my hand. “Ahh, now I get it. I’d kick some ass for her too,” he said and then laughed, taking my hand. “Nice to meet you Izzy.”

  “Nice to meet you, too.” I smiled at Z’s boxing partner.

  “Is this the girl who plays pool?” he asked, again checking me out from head to toe.

  “Yep, this is her,” Z replied, smiling proudly.

  “Damn. Alright Z, I’ll see you tomorrow for another round?”

  “Sounds good, man.” Z said as he high-fived Daryl.

  As he walked away, I asked, “So, you told him about me playing pool?”

  He smiled, glancing at me after cinching his bag in. “Of course I did. Nothin’ hotter than a girl who hustles pool.” He laughed. I just shook my head and got on the bike behind him. He was all sweaty, but I didn’t care. Actually, I was sweaty from my run also. I hugged him tight and put my head on his back as we took off.

  We pulled up to the townhouse and he came inside with me. “I might as well wait here and then we can head to my place since the diner I want to take you is closer to my house anyway.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back.” I ran up and took a quick shower and changed.

  I came back down and he was sending a text to someone on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Damn, you always look so good.” I smiled, not knowing what to say. I grabbed my purse and keys and we hopped on his bike, heading back to his place.

  We got inside and he told me to make myself at home as he ran upstairs and I heard him turn on his radio.

  I went into the kitchen to grab some water. I didn’t see any bottled water in his fridge, so I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned the faucet on. Something was wrong with the faucet and water sprayed all over me. I quickly grabbed the handle and pushed down, but I had a hard time turning it back off. By then the damage was done. Water was all over my hair, face, t-shirt and the front of my jeans. I looked like I had just been in a wet t-shirt contest.

  I wiped everything down, then decided I’d run upstairs to see if Z had a t-shirt I could borrow. He was still in the shower and I didn’t get a response when I called out “Z.”

  I went ahead into what looked like his bedroom. I thought he’d totally understand and lend me a shirt anyway. I felt weird being in his room without him. I wasn’t trying to snoop; I just needed a shirt. I went to his closet and grabbed a t-shirt, thinking I’d change quickly and could run back downstairs. I took my sopping wet t-shirt off and started to squeeze out my hair with the dry parts of the shirt.

  “What did…?” was all I heard as I turned around quickly. I was so surprised and I had the feeling like I was doing something wrong and I wanted to explain.

  He stood there with just a towel around his waist. His body was still damp from the shower. Oh. My. God. He had a gorgeous black tribal tattoo on his right shoulder coming down to his chest. My mouth fell open and I was clearly gawking at him. “Uh…you…you have a tattoo,” I stammered. I took him in with my eyes and I gazed over his strong shoulders, his muscular arms, then down to his tight, ripped abs. His towel hung low on his hips where he had one hand holding the towel together on one side. I could see the “V” that led my eyes down and I noticed his hard cock lifting the towel…perfect. I finally shook my head trying to think again and realized I had no shirt on and my white cotton bra was still wet and I was positive it was see-through.

  I glanced back to his eyes. They were dark, lustful and full of deep desire. He gazed at me the same way I just had at him. He licked his lips and took a slow step toward me. I swallowed and more than willingly took a step toward him also, standing about an inch apart and stared deep into each other’s eyes.

  I swallowed hard again. “I…I…needed to…shirt…the faucet doesn’t…”

  I wasn’t able to finish my explanation.

  He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and pulled me in roughly for a deep, sensual kiss. His lips were wet as his tongue entered my mouth. It was that same type of hot, fiery, passionate kiss that we had exchanged when we were in his office. It was so erotic and I immediately felt a surge of need sweep through my body.

  I dropped the wet shirt and reached up, fisting my hands through his hair. Everything inside my body throbbed to be with him. I wanted him…every inch of him.

  He pressed his hard body to mine and quickly undid my bra with one hand. He let go of his towel and started working the button and zipper on my jeans while backing me to the bed. He stopped and gazed at me. “You can have my shirt…you can have anything you want.”

  Screw going slow. I need him now. I licked my lips and whispered, “I want you.” He gave me that same sexy sly grin that turned me on so much the other night and kissed me again. He pushed me down onto the bed and stripped my jeans off quick. I was panting and so ready for him to take me, especially as his eyes grazed over me hungrily.

  My eyes grazed down his body, finally resting on his cock. He was so hard, huge and…amazing. I bit my lip still staring at his length, thinking ahead to all the pleasure he could provide.

  The weight of his body on type of mine only increased my need as his hand roamed over my side. His fingertips grazed my breast, cupping them with need and then pinching my hard nipples. A sexual craving warmed my whole body, needing him to be closer to me…needing him to be
in me.

  Instinctively, I reached my arms above my head like I’m supposed to. I felt like I should have a blindfold, but closed my eyes thinking that would have to do. I started hoping this will be a good punishment, but then couldn’t figure out what I had done. Finally, I realized I wasn’t with him, so it wasn’t a punishment. I was having a hard time trying to think differently. I dared to peek down at Z since this wasn’t a punishment.

  He kissed every inch of me softly, moving slowly down my body. He lingered, lovingly caressing my breasts taking more time to sweep his stubble against the underside of my breasts. He continued kissing down my body gradually, finally reaching my panties. His finger lingered around the top and kept sweeping deliberately back and forth, driving me insane with a throbbing need.

  He finally pulled my panties down slowly over my thighs. He took a deep breath, smiled and licked his lips. “My God, you are so fucking beautiful. I want to devour you.” His voice was gruff, deep and sexy as hell.

  He began to kiss every inch of skin around my sex. I moaned with pleasure as he nuzzled me with his mouth. Finally, he grazed his tongue lightly over my clit. The feeling was incredible and sensual and I wanted so much more. He slowly spread my legs and kissed my thighs coming back up to my pussy. I felt like he was tasting every inch of me with such desire and intensity, I moaned and writhed with pleasure. He continued to circle my clit and dip into me with his tongue. I couldn’t stop moaning, I wanted to come so badly. He plunged a finger inside of me and then two, searching for my spot. I cried out panting when he found it and circled relentlessly as he continued to circle his tongue on my clit. “Please…” I moaned several times.

  I was on the verge of coming and it was killing me. Why won’t he just tell me I could come? It was unbearable and I kept moaning, “Please…” He continued his assault on me harder and more intense and I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to take it.

  Then he withdrew his fingers and seemed to concentrate more on my clit. “Please…” I moaned out again and my eyes began to tear up. He looked up at me and I couldn’t stop the tears. He skimmed his way back up to my mouth, kissing me deeply letting me taste myself on his lips and then began to kiss my tears softly.