Spread 'Em

by Olivia T. Turner

  “You want to taste my cum?” he asks, staring down at me with dark eyes. His chest and arms are flexed to the max.

  “Yes,” I moan, opening wide.

  He pulls his dick out from between my tits and holds it over my open mouth, stroking it twice before thick streams of hot cum shoot into my mouth, coating my tongue and dripping into the back of my throat.

  I’ve made sure he’s emptied every last drop into my mouth before I close my eyes, and seal my lips, enjoying the taste of him for a minute before I swallow him down.

  He’s already moving down to eat out my pussy before I can open my eyelids again. I’m in heaven here.

  I should go threaten another biker gang so we can stay here for a year. I never want to leave.

  His smooth tongue is sliding through my folds, making me moan as I place my hands on my stomach. A flash of a little boy with Jack’s dark eyes and my brown hair is running around the room, and I instantly know that I’m pregnant.

  Jack’s child is growing in my womb, and I close my eyes, feeling so blessed. My dreams came true. This is what I always wanted—to be here like this.

  And soon, we’ll get to share our little paradise with our son.

  How did I get so lucky?

  Epilogue

  Jack

  Five years later…

  I arrive home after a long day at work and the delivery man is pulling out of our driveway. As usual, my beautiful Zoe opens the front door and comes out to greet me.

  “Who the fuck was that?” I ask, feeling a surge of jealous rage boiling up within me. I grit my teeth as I glare at the delivery truck as it drives down the street.

  “Don’t be jealous,” she says with a laugh. She places a hand on my arm and I instantly calm down. Nothing calms me down like her touch. “He was just delivering a package.”

  My heart is still pounding as I turn back to her. “Did he look at you?” I growl. I’ll jump in the car and chase after him if he did.

  She laughs. “Are you kidding me?” she asks, looking down at her pregnant belly. “I’m huge. Why would he look at me?”

  “Because you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet,” I say, sliding my arm around her and pulling her in close. I crush my lips to hers and she moans as she sinks into my kiss.

  “Oh, please,” she says, gently swatting my chest. “You’re just saying that.”

  But I’m not. She is the most beautiful thing in existence. She’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever laid eyes on when she’s not pregnant, but when she’s round with my child, her beauty is on another level. In another dimension. It can’t be explained with words. It has to be witnessed, and I don’t want it witnessed by anyone but me.

  She’s still all mine.

  “Three kids and a fourth on the way, and you still haven’t gotten tired of looking at me?” she asks, licking my taste off her lips.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask, staring at her in disbelief. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you. You’re my little girl.”

  “I love it when you call me that,” she whispers.

  I smile when I hear our three kids playing in the backyard. Our first two were boys, Caleb and Jason. Our third was a girl, Sophia. And we don’t know what we’re getting for our fourth. We’re keeping it a mystery. Doing it old school.

  “When are you going to pump out that kid so we can start working on our fifth?” I ask as I reach under her skirt and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. I reach her soft panties and I feel them getting damp under my touch.

  “Will you stop?” she asks, playfully swatting my hand away with a grin on her sexy lips. “My parents are coming for dinner. They’ll be here in ten minutes.”

  “Great,” I moan, wondering if I can convince her to squeeze in a quickie before they get here. I’ve been dreaming of her sweet pussy on my cock all day, and I won’t be able to think of anything else until that happens.

  She bites her bottom lip and grins at me. “When my parents leave.”

  I sigh, smacking her ass as she turns back to the front door. We told her parents about our relationship two months after we got together. They freaked out at first, and her father Tommy called me every name in the book as he threw us out of his house.

  We didn’t talk to them for a while, but after we got married and had our first child, we invited them for a peace offering and they accepted. It didn’t take them long to see that I was completely head over heels obsessed with their daughter and that I would never do anything to hurt her. They saw the love between us and gave us their blessing.

  “How long until they get here?” I ask as she shuffles around the island in the kitchen. She’s grinning as she tries to get away from me, but the hungry wolf always gets his dinner.

  “Ten minutes,” she says as I catch her, grabbing her hips as I pull her toward me. She doesn’t put up much of a fight, and just lets her ass grind against my hard cock.

  She smiles as I pull her skirt up and slide her wet panties down. “I’ll only need nine,” I say as I pull out my throbbing cock.

  She sighs, but she looks happier than ever as she bends over the island with her ass arched in the air. She looks at me over her shoulder and grins. “Not a second more.”

  “I promise,” I say with a huskiness to my voice. “Now spread ‘em.”

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  Guarding Her Body

  By Olivia T. Turner

  Chapter One

  Jax

  There's twenty thousand people in this arena, but I only have my eye on one. I’ve never seen her before, but I know I’ll be seeing her again every day for the rest of my life.

  That much I’m sure of.

  She's beautiful. Fucking stunning. Her long auburn hair that flows down her back is giving me goosebumps. My heart hurts as I picture sliding my hand into it and feeling the silky strands tighten around my fist as I take her from behind, claiming her as my own.

  It’s hot in the packed crowd of the concert and she’s got a little bead of sweat dripping down her temple. My dick hardens to the point of pain when I imagine myself licking it off her.

  I bet she tastes like candy. God, I desperately want to find out.

  Her lips are pure perfection. Lush. Plump. Curled up into a smile as she watches the band playing beside me.

  My heated eyes are locked on her, watching her every move. Every movement of her brown eyes, every wiggle of her adorable nose, every dip of her head that exposes the smooth curve of her neck—they all have my pulse racing dangerously fast.

  Every time someone steps in front of her and blocks my view, a low growl rumbles out of my throat like I’m some kind of feral animal.

  Fuck.

  I can already feel myself staring to lose control.

  I’ve never wanted anything so badly. I’ve never seen anything like her. I didn’t know that girls like her existed, and now that I know—I’m dying inside to be next to her. To touch her. To smell her. To have her see me.

  She looks so tiny and frail in the ocean of sweaty bodies around her, and I’m afraid she’ll drown. I wasn’t afraid of anything until I saw her, now I’m terrified of so much. Of living without her. Of something happening to her. Of someone stealing her from me.

  She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine.

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p; I don’t know much, but that much I’m certain of.

  She smiles wide as she watches the band playing beside me. I feel like my world is being flipped upside down. I’m being paid to stand on the stage and protect the band, but all I want to do is jump down and protect her. Her body is too perfect to be soiled in this crowd. I don’t want anyone touching her but me.

  Even a nudge or a bump, an accidental touch of her hand—it’s too much for me to accept. No one is allowed to touch her again.

  Heat flushes through my body, and my knuckles start burning before I realize that I’m squeezing my hands into fists so tight that it hurts. There’s too many men around her. It’s making me crazy.

  And she’s too young to be here. Too innocent to be corrupted by the assholes in this shitty band.

  They finish their song with a loud cheer from the crowd, but I can barely hear any of it over the loud thumping of my heart that’s echoing in my ears.

  I don’t even know her name, but I know the image of her is going to keep me up for months, maybe even years. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I let her go. I can’t let her slip away.

  The band starts up another song, and I try to control my fierce breathing as I watch her. There could be an army of assassins in front of me, preparing to murder the band that I get paid to protect, and I wouldn’t even notice. I wouldn’t even care. Her safety is all I care about. It’s my only concern from now on.

  She raises her hands in the air and cheers, and I swallow hard, nearly passing out when I see her perky little breasts bounce up and down. She looks so sweet and innocent—like the girl next door. If you live next door to the most stunning girl in the world.

  Beside me, the lead singer of the band Joey, lifts his guitar over his head and smashes it onto the stage, making the crowd go nuts as it explodes into splinters. It makes my girl smile. My nostrils flare and the hair stiffens on the back of my neck. I have a sudden urge to take the strings of his guitar and strangle him with it in front of twenty thousand horrified people.

  I don’t want her looking at anyone like that but me. From now on.

  My breath catches in my throat as she moves her little body to the music, singing the song that the band is playing. I don’t like the way she’s singing along with Joey—the little druggie fuck. My teeth are grinding as I watch her. My heart is pounding so hard that I’m sure the crowd can hear it over the song.

  It’s the last song before the encore. This is not my type of music, but I’ve stood on this stage for enough shows to know that. I’m one of the bodyguards for the band, traveling around with them for their world tour. But all of that might change tonight. I’m not leaving this city without her.

  The song ends abruptly and all of the lights in the arena turn off.

  “No!” I shout, but my desperate cry is drowned out by the cheering of the crowd. My stomach hardens as I look around in panic. I can’t see her anymore. The crowd is plunged into darkness, and my angel who I’ve sworn to protect is out of my sight with a horde of people around her.

  My throat closes up as horror sinks into my bones. What if someone grabs her and takes her away from me? What if the lights come back on and she’s gone?

  I would die.

  The band runs off the stage behind me to down a couple of shots and to snort a few lines of coke before they have to return for the encore.

  I turn around like an angry gorilla and grab the first body I can reach, yanking him off his feet. “Turn the fucking lights back on!” I scream into his face.

  I can’t see his expression in the darkness, but I’m guessing he looks like he’s about to piss his pants. “What the fuck, Jax?!?” he shouts, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. “It’s me! Andrew!”

  His frantic feet lift off the ground as I pull his ear to my mouth. “Get them to turn the fucking lights back on, or you’ll be playing the drums with broken hands,” I growl before tossing him across the dark stage.

  I turn back to the last spot where I saw her, praying to all the Gods that humans have ever known that she’s still going to be there when the lights come back on.

  Every second is torture.

  It’s taking too long. Andrew is probably in the back shitting his pants. I shouldn’t have relied on a damn junkie to help me keep my girl safe.

  “Fuck it,” I hiss through gritted teeth before leaping down from the stage. I jump over the fence into the crowd, knocking over a few guys as I land.

  I hear people cursing as I barrel past them, cutting through the crowd like a machete slicing through the jungle. Beers go flying and girls scream as I push people out of the way, desperately trying to get to the spot where my elusive angel was standing.

  I pull out my flashlight and turn it on, pointing it in people’s surprised faces as dread and panic hit me like a freezing cold shower.

  “What the fuck, man?” a guy yells when I flash the bright light in his eyes. I just grab his arm and yank him behind me as I push forward, continuing the frantic search. I don’t have time for anyone but her.

  Adrenaline surges through my veins when I arrive at the spot, and she’s not there. “Fuck!” I hiss through a clenched jaw as I spin around, swinging the flashlight over surprised faces.

  Where is she?

  I feel like I’m going to throw up. I finally found a piece of heaven, and the devil took her away from me.

  Or maybe I’m more like the devil, and I don’t deserve an angel like her.

  Fuck that.

  Even if that’s true. I don’t care. I’m getting her.

  I will possess her. I will own her.

  Because that’s what devils do.

  A few spotlights hanging over the stage finally turn on and I look around in a panic, trying to catch a glimpse of the soft auburn hair that had me mesmerized for an hour. I’m a foot taller than the crowd so looking around is easy, but finding her isn’t.

  She’s gone.

  There’s a pounding in my temples as my body begins to shake.

  “Are you okay, man?” someone beside me asks, looking freaked out as he watches me.

  The band struts back on stage and the crowd lets out a thunderous cheer.

  The sound is deafening, but I’m still sure that everyone in the arena can hear me as I whip my head back and scream at the top of my lungs:

  “Where are you?!?”

  Chapter Two

  Angie

  “Let’s go backstage!” Chloe screams into my ear. She’s yelling directly into it, and I can still barely hear her over the roar of the crowd.

  My favorite band, Wannabe Gods, just finished playing my favorite song and my body is still tingling. Joey looked so beautiful as he sung into the mic like he was making love to it.

  I’m holding onto Chloe’s arm with a tight grip, not wanting to let her go. We’re surrounded by darkness and I don’t want to lose her. I’m old enough to be on my own at eighteen-years-old, but it’s my first concert and I’m not really sure where to go after the show.

  “Come,” she says, tugging at my arm as her candy scented perfume hits my nose. “I want to suck Andrew Ryan’s dick.”

  Butterflies flutter into my stomach as she tugs me again. I’m nervous to go backstage, and don’t really want to go. I’m not a hanging out backstage with the band kind of girl. I’m a staying at home with a good book kind of girl.

  Chloe is twenty-two and a little wild. We both work at the same coffee shop, and our boss gave us tickets to come to the show tonight when his mom got sick and he couldn’t go.

  I love Wannabe Gods and I don’t get out of the house much, so I jumped at the chance to go to a real live concert, even though I had to go with the girl who likes to make-out with random hot guys in the bathroom at work while I have to cover her section.

  Her blonde hair tickles my face as I lean into her ear. “Let’s just stay here,” I say, swallowing hard as I hope she agrees, but I know that she won’t.

  “You’re not being a prude tonight,” she says with he
r lips smacking in my ear. “We’re going backstage.”

  My stomach sinks as she pulls me through the crowd, away from our spot. I glance back in the direction we came with my mind racing to come up with an excuse to get out of here that she will buy. But I’m too nervous to come up with anything.

  “Sorry,” I say to the people that Chloe is pushing out of the way. “Excuse us. Sorry.”

  I’m enjoying the show, and I’d like to stay here for the rest of it. What if they’re doing drugs backstage or the guys expect us to act like groupies? I’ve never had sex before, and I’m not about to have it in the backstage of a concert, even if it is with a celebrity as hot as Joey Simone.

  Some spotlights light up over the stage just as we arrive at the entrance to the back. I glance back over my shoulder and see a mountain of a man in the spot where we were standing, frantically looking around like he just lost the most precious, irreplaceable thing in the world.

  My heart goes out to him as he whips his head back and forth, looking around with wide panicked eyes. He’s not beautiful in a traditional kind of way, but there’s something about his dark eyes and rough facial features that makes my heart start pounding a little faster. His dark hair is short and messy, like a quick towel dry was enough styling for him. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who would spend a lot of time in front of the mirror, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t spend an evening looking at him—enjoying every second of it.

  He starts yelling something but the crowd is screaming so loud around me that I can’t hear. What is he saying? What is he looking for?

  I can’t help but wish that someone would feel so strongly about me that they would act like that.