Nuts About You: A Testicular Cancer Anthology

by Anthology

  “You need a hand with the big guy? To get him inside? I could tag along on my bike, if you need…”

  “Nope.” My gorgeous fucking woman states. “He’ll either get into the house, sleep on the lawn or in the pickup. Either way, he’ll be home.” She chuckles while Xerox’s laughter fills the air.

  “I’m gonna eat your damn pussy, babe. Get in the fucking car ‘cause I’m hungry.” I grumble, because Xerox needs to mind his own fucking business.

  “See? Or he’ll fall asleep between my legs, whatever works.”

  Xerox’s voice flows out one more time. “Yeah, one perfect sappy fucking match, the two of you.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Chapter Eleven

  Something is tickling my nose but I really don’t want to move because I love the softness I’m wrapped in, and the sweet smell of arousal that’s surrounding me. Forcing my eyes open, thanks to the fact that I’ve got a killer headache, I find myself in the best fucking place of the house. Right between my woman’s legs.

  Oh, yeah. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to eat my Old Lady’s pussy. Made fucking sure she came twice before my world went black. Lifting my head, I see she’s still sleeping. Perfect. Breakfast. Damn sure I’m gonna start right off where I finished last night.

  I press down on her clit... kinda like keeping your finger on the doorbell. She stirs in her sleep and I’m getting to the part where the ringing of a bell makes you run to the door to swing the damn thing open... well, open up baby...your orgasm is waiting.

  She starts to pant and I swipe my tongue lazily from ass to clit. Gasping she lights up like a fucking siren.

  “Fuck yeah, good morning, babe. Hell of a wakeup call, don’t you think?”

  Groaning she guides my head back to her slick pussy. “Again, biker boy…I think I just fell asleep again.” She groans.

  Uh huh, addictive much? Ah, who cares? So am I. My teeth nip the nerve bomb that’s peeking out from underneath her hood. Her pussy is all puffed up and slick, just the way I like it…ready for my cock.

  I raise myself up to fuck her, except my head and body are clearly not up for it, so I fall down right beside her.

  Her laughter flows through the room. “Seems I’m not the only one still sleeping, huh?”

  “Fucking hangover.” I mumble while I bury my arm underneath her and finding her hand on the other side so I lace my fingers with hers.

  Sliding my other hand down her body to find that slick pussy that belongs to me. I raise myself on my elbow to steady my body and loom over her while I keep finger fucking her. My eyes are locked into hers to show Maud I’m the master that dominates her mind and her body.

  The intensity of all of it surrounds us as she screams out her orgasm. I fucking love the fact that she comes alive underneath my fingers. It doesn’t take much for her to light up like that and she takes all I give her and surrenders beautifully.

  Damn. I really want to pound that pussy, except I have no fucking energy in my body. Falling to my back, I feel her letting go and loom over me. My eyes drift shut. I need a few minutes of sleep before I can get my body to work. That and a fucking aspirin or two.

  My head raises because I need to fucking see that tight, heat that is now covering my dick. The sight before me makes me struggle for my next breath. Red flaming curls bouncing while green eyes are focused on me. Those lush lips tightening around my cock.

  A primal growl builds deep in my throat, just like the orgasm that’s bound to blow. “Fuck, babe. If you keep sucking like that I’m gonna coat your heavenly mouth with my cum.”

  She fucking hums. Waves of vibrations surround my thick mushroom head while she flicks her tongue underneath that sensitive spot. Holy fucking hell. I think this must be the mother of all blowjobs.

  Both my hands wrap in those curly flames so I can guide her head up and down my length. I’m practically hyperventilating due to the intensity of the buildup that she’s creating.

  “I’m coming, love. Either swallow or pull back, because it’ll be rushing out in thunderous blasts.”

  Suction increases as her lips tighten around me. Fuck it. I pull her closer to my body and keep her head in place while I feel my dick pulse streams of cum down her throat.

  Slowly releasing my grip, I watch how she lazily licks my spent dick clean. “That was so hot.” She whispers to herself.

  “Pretty sure that’s my line, babe. And for the record, it fucking was.” I pull her up so she’s draped over my body.

  I’m drifting off when I hear a phone ring. It’s not my ringtone so I’m pretty sure it’s Maud’s. She crawls off me and grabs her cell from her jeans.

  “Hey Eugene….what? Oh, shit…call Maci, I’ll be right there…no, no cops, we’ll handle it…yeah, I’m sure…okay…be there in ten.”

  She hangs up but stares at her phone. “That was Eugene.”

  Stalking toward her, I place my fingers beneath her chin and lift up her gaze. “What happened?”

  “He was opening the shop when three guys came up with masks. They were shouting about getting revenge for one of their own getting hit on the head and then they shattered the window. Eugene managed to grab one, another ran off but the other one tried to get his buddy free. Eugene punched the guy and he went down.” Maud curses and starts to pace the room. “Those two were two of Maci’s brother’s, Corban. The one that ran off was probably a guy from Nero’s gang. Spurring them on. Dammit.”

  “Fuck. I started it with throwing that apple. I fucking bet they told Nero about it and he seemed to get them all ruffled up that revenge is the way to get shit done. Being your own boss and owning the town. Show them what you’re made of shit.” Dammit, I should have fucking known that was a possibility.

  Ripping my phone from my jeans, I hit speed dial and Xerox answers on the second ring. “Shit hit the fan. Eugene, the old guy who works for Maud just caught two of Maci’s brothers. They shattered the window of the store. I’m heading over there right fucking now.”

  “I’m already on the road, man. I’m three minutes out.” Xerox throws out before the line disconnects.

  Throwing the phone on the bed, I push my legs into my jeans and find the other shit I was wearing last night because I don’t have the fucking time to shower and put on a fresh set. When I’m done, I tuck my cell into my front pocket, and see Maud is already dressed in her work clothes and pulled her hair in a messy bun. Dodging time to brush and clean up, just like I am.

  “Let’s go.” I throw over my shoulder when I make my way out the door.

  Maud follows me with Elmo on her arm while she throws me the keys with her free hand. Snatching them out of the air, I unlock and we jump in and head over to her store.

  When we drive up, there are screams that could wake up the whole fucking neighborhood. Maci is leaning into Xerox’s face and he’s leaning right into hers. This is fucking bad.

  “Hey.” I bark to catch both of their attention. “You two are on the same fucking side, what the hell you idiots?”

  Both of them wrinkle their nose and are about to dive right back into snarling to one another.

  Looking to my right, I lower my voice. “You take on Maci, I’ll handle Xerox, yeah?”

  My girl nods and walks up to Maci, glad to hear Elmo whine in the car, for the reason that we don’t need him running around here right now.

  The two brothers that Eugene caught are sitting on their asses on the sidewalk, both their heads are down in defeat. The other two are standing right beside them. Yeah, their sister probably gave them hell already.

  “Calm down, Maci. We’re all here to help. I’m not gonna press charges, I know Nero must have been the one who stirred them up. They’re good boys.” Maud’s voice is calm and understanding.

  Maci nods but the words don’t seem to lessen her anger that is clearly directed to Xerox. “You’re an angel, Maud. I won’t forget this, you’ve been there more than once and I’m very thankful. But this baboon here…” She ste
ps forward and jabs her finger in Xerox’s chest. “Threatened to take my boys away from me.”

  What the fuck?

  Xerox wraps his fingers around her wrist and gives a hard pull, making her stumble into his chest. “I fucking said I’ll take ‘em in as prospects and lighten your fucking load, Captain Cookie. Don’t flip my fucking words around and turn them into something they’re not. I’m trying to make shit easier on you, dammit.”

  “Your words are slick, pretty boy. My Pa taught me to never trust a fucking guy that isn’t blood.” She turns her gaze to her brothers. “Blood or not…seems like I can’t fucking trust anyone of y’all.”

  Maci turns her attention back to Xerox. Her chest is heaving. “You know what? You can have ‘em. For everything I’ve given them or how fucking hard I’ve tried to keep up. It’s never going to be enough. I’m done. With all of you assholes.”

  She bounces her gaze between Xerox and her brothers. Thinking things through, trying to decide what road she should take, for the sake of all of them. Looking over her shoulder one last time, she bellows out to her brothers. “Don’t bother coming home.”

  Her hands are clenching and unclenching beside her body. Xerox tries to reach out, clearly torn.

  She steps back, away from his touch.

  “Don’t fucking touch me.” We all watch as she stomps over to her car.

  “She's gonna regret that, I’ll make sure the feisty brat is mine.” Xerox throws out and I’m sure he didn’t mean to voice his thoughts like that.

  “That an official claim, brother?” Oh yeah, I intend to exploit that little slipup.

  He locks his gaze with mine and I can see the resistance and fury in his body, but the surrender is right there in his eyes. Uh huh, that's a claim alright, except he refuses to verbalize.

  My arm reaches out for Maud’s waist and pull her against my body. Squeezing my fingers in her thigh while I hug her close. Thankfully I've got what's mine.

  As for Xerox? Time will tell if he’s either got the guts or the glory to take what is rightfully his…the legend of Wicked Throttle MC that’s rooted deep into our DNA, to claim what is rightfully ours.

  Wicked Throttle MC will continue in Xerox’s story.

  Copyright © 2017 by Esther E. Schmidt All rights reserved.

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  Esther E. Schmidt, author of Areion Fury MC, Broken Deeds MC, The Dudnik Circle series, and The Swamp Heads series. She’s a graphic designer that also loves to write. She released her first series “Areion Fury MC” in October 2015. Esther lives in The Netherlands with her family, three daughters, a crazy bulldog and four rats. She loves to write erotic Romance about bad boy Alphas with a heart for only one woman. To make it a bit interesting, that woman needs to be a badass herself. She loves to work out and most of her story lines come from doing cardio.

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  First Ink

  by

  Amy L. Gale

  Copyright © 2017 Amy L. Gale

  Cover Art by Viola Estrella Author Photo by Guy Cali and Associates, Inc.

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real characters, places or events is strictly coincidental.

  Acknowledgements

  I am enormously indebted to many wonderful people who have helped in my journey to publication of First Ink.

  Chris Gale, my husband who inspires and supports me in everything I do.

  Carol Riccetti, my mother, who truly believes I can do anything.

  Olivia Howe, my P.A., webmaster, social media guru, street team manager, graphic designer, inspirational coach, and friend. I truly believe you are my long lost little sister and I’m so lucky to have such a great friend, fan, fellow author, and promotional wizard with excellent taste in music.

  Cindy Davis, my editor extraordinaire who taught me so much in the last few months. You make my work shine and always go the extra mile to help me.

  Nicole Gaylord, my proofreader, co-worker, reviewer, and fan. Thank you so much for supporting my work and always offering to lend your eyes.

  Viola Estrella from Estrella Cover Art who created my beautiful cover.

  Rachel, Sharon and Kelly a.k.a. ‘Girls Book Club’ who are a great group of friends that constantly support and encourage me. Thank you all so much!

  CHAPTER 1—VIRGINS

  “I can’t believe I’m letting him stick that thing in me.” A woman’s voice echoes over the buzzing.

  Not the first time I’ve heard that line, hell, not even the tenth. Never gets old. I drop my pen and shift my gaze to the door. Three girls, probably in their early twenties, huddle around a notebook, staring at the paper as if the meaning of life is written on the page.

  “Listen, Cassie. After waiting six months for an appointment, he can stick whatever he wants in you.” A cute brunette who could be a dead ringer for Natalie Portman nudges the blonde next to her. “These guys are the best in the Tri-state area.”

  Alright, now she’s got my attention. Only two years running and Steele Ink is now harder to get into than a virgin’s pants. I roll my chair back, leaving the Japanese dragon drawing I’ve been working on for the past few hours on my desk. “Can I help you girls?”

  Six eyes stare at me in unison. The blonde in the middle steps forward, notebook first. Let me guess, a custom design unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you’re tattooing in a college town, more clients pick something off the flash wall. I gotta give them dibs for going with their own artwork. As long as they’re sober enough to know the ink is permanent, I’ll hook them up. I stare at her breasts, unable to pull my eyes away from the double D’s peeking out from her V-neck T-shirt. A memory from the blonde who woke up in my bed last night sweeps through my mind, Theresa…or was it Tara? Doesn’t matter, we both knew when she walked out the door she wouldn’t be coming back.

  “We want to get this.” The blonde hands me the notebook and takes a step back to her friends like they’re attached at the hip.

  I focus on the small drawing. A butterfly and three hearts. Really? I do about twenty of these a day. I nod. “Sure, I can hook you up.”

  The two brunettes standing at her sides move at me like a firing squad. “We have appointments. It’s under Cassie Spencer, Jules Brown, and Hailey Matthews,” the Natalie Portman lookalike says. “I’m Jules.”

  My partner, Tito, flips through the computer screen. If he wasn’t tattooing, he’d probably work for Microsoft or another tech company as some corporate slave. Suits can’t overlook the sleeve of tattoos on both arms. He runs a hand over his tan bald head. “Yep, Cassie’s with me. Jules, my apprentice Nick will carve you up. Does everyone know what they’re getting?”

  The blonde walks toward Tito, her tits bouncing with every step. “Hey Tito, I’m Cassie, and we’re all getting the same tattoo.”

  “Yeah, we’re sorority sisters, and we graduate next month. We wanted something to bond us forever.” Jules follows Nick to his chair.

  “Jules, I promise your tattoo will rock.” Nick ties his long brown hair into a man-bun.

  Jules just about falls over. What the hell is it with the hair? Girls are ready to drop their pants when they see him twist that mop on top of his head.

  I check out the brunette left standing that has yet to mutter a word. Her skinny jeans stick like glue to legs that go for miles. Hot body, sexy but d
oesn’t know it, and a face more flawless than any pin-up girl I could draw. Who knows, maybe I’ll be waking up to those green eyes tomorrow morning. Or at least watch that sweet ass walk out of my bedroom tonight.

  She sweeps her long brown locks over a shoulder and stares at me with those please-don’t-hurt-me eyes.

  Jesus Christ, she’s scared shitless. Time to turn on the charm; who knows maybe it’ll pay off. “I’m Vic Steele and you’re mine.”

  She drops her hand and holds it out to shake mine. “I’m Hailey Matthews.” Her arm trembles. “My first tattoo, go gentle on me.” She flashes a meek smile.

  I take her hand and lead her to my chair. Her soft skin feels like silk. “Don’t worry, I know how to handle a woman.”

  She blushes and tightens her grip on my hand. “I trust you.”

  Ugh, like a bullet to the brain. Every time those words fall off a girl’s lips it’s a recipe for disaster. There should be a neon sign flashing above me saying I’m not that guy. I’m all about a good time, nothing complicated.

  She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.

  “I won’t hurt you…promise.”

  What the fuck am I saying? Jesus Christ, it’s like this chick infiltrated my brain. I mean, I’ve said shit like this when I want to get in someone’s pants but not to get them in my tattoo chair. Maybe I drank too much last night.

  We head over to the back of the shop, my domain. The one request I made when I opened the shop with Tito, I need my own space…my own private island. No distractions…except for this girl. What’s with this chick?

  I gesture toward my chair. “Have a seat.”

  She lets go of my hand and props up onto the chair, leaning forward with both palms on the black leather. “How do you want me?”

  A million thoughts rush through my mind, all of them involving skin to skin contact. “Where do you want me to put it?” Usually that phrase stays in my head when I’m with a woman like Hailey.