Bang Lords Box Set (4 Book Series includes All Bonus Chapters)

by Dani Stowe

  I lace my fingers around his neck and pull him down, squeezing my legs around him tighter. “C’mon, Jax. Exposure therapy,” I purr.

  He grips my hair, pulling the skin taut across my face and captures my gaze with his eyes blazing. He breathes heavily, like he, himself, is about to have a panic attack and just when I think he’s about to withdraw, his shaft slowly slipping out, he slams into me.

  “Ah!” I cry out, arching my back with the jab of his erection deep in me.

  “Mmm,” he growls, watching me, as he penetrates me again and again. My body jerks, the random protrusions of my bones banging against the marble tabletop.

  And it hurts. It all hurts.

  “You’re grimacing, baby. Are you in pain?”

  “A little.”

  “I have to make you come,” he says and leans to the side to rub his fingers over my clit as he continues to fuck me.

  He fucks me hard. My whole body aching. Even my breasts are getting sore from the shimmy and shake as he pounds me until I feel a spark.

  A catalyst hits my crease. It’s electrifying and...

  The pain. The pain in my core is feeding this spark, fueling it.

  My mind takes me back to the night of the fire.

  “C’mon!” Jaxon yelled. “I got you. I’ll pull you out.” I didn’t trust him. He hardly looked like he could carry me but with heat of the fire about to cook us, I really had no choice but to offer up my hands.

  “C’mon, baby,” Jaxon begs now. “Come for me.”

  I reach my hand down to meet his and I help him to rub me.

  “Oh my God, I’m so in love with you,” he breathes into my mouth and bites my lip and then my chin.

  My hand on his hand creates a pressure, fueling the quake within me when suddenly, not only does my clit ignite, but my vagina and my whole body explodes.

  I’m on fire! My body burns with ecstasy as I come with the added speed and depth and pressure of Jaxon’s friction as he fucks me even harder until he hits the spot. That spot that puts me over the edge.

  “Jaxon!”

  He pounds himself against me, repeatedly, deep as he can get into me, until he stills and I feel his cum fill me. It feels so good and I can’t seem to stop coming. I feel high. As high as a kite. Jaxon comes down from his climax, but he continues to maneuver his fingers and his cock to keep my orgasm going. My body shakes with convulsions as I’m soaring.

  My breathing is heavy as I finally come down. Jaxon trails his fingers down my face.

  “Hmm,” he chuckles. “You came hard, as if you could get any prettier, there you go blowing my mind all over again.”

  I squint and take a breath before I ask, “When was the first time I blew your mind?”

  “Mmm, ninth grade. Through Elliot’s window. NIM used to spy on you girls hanging out in Charlotte’s bedroom.”

  “You boys were hardly spying. We knew you were watching us. Am I—” I pause. Jaxon looks curiously at me as he pulls some hair free from my sticky forehead. “Are we—Charlotte and me and the rest of the girls—are we really the reason the four of you formulated the Bang?”

  “Yes,” he says without hesitation, “and because...” Jaxon pushes off of me. I don’t want him to go, but I want him to tell me the reason, so I watch him stand up. I lean up to my side, propping my head on my hand and elbow to admire him, especially his dangle, which I find myself having a deep affection for rather than fearing.

  “Because what?”

  “Nick’s theory on power.” He scrambles for his clothes on the floor.

  “How do you mean?”

  Jaxon pulls up his jeans, smiles at me, leans over, then kisses my forehead. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Why not?”

  He kneels at the side of the table to look straight on at me. “I don’t have to worry about bullying anymore and besides, I’ve got you.” He grabs my chin firmly and wiggles it. “I got you, right?”

  I smile. “You got me.”

  “And I can take you out to lunch, finally?”

  “Yes.”

  “And dinner?”

  “Yes.”

  “And breakfast every day hereafter?”

  I laugh. “Not every day. On weekends, when we’re not at work.”

  “Mmm,” he grins, fondling my fingers with his. “But if you come to work with me at NIM then breakfast every day is not completely out of the question.”

  I swallow hard. “You want me to come and work at NIM? What about your drug trials? I thought that was the main reason you boys conned me, and who knows who else, into coming out here.”

  “The Bang works, we don’t need drug trials.”

  I laugh again, “But you can’t distribute the drug without drug trials.”

  “True, but I don’t care about any of that. My job is really about acquisitions, acquiring assets to be included in NIM’s formulas. Once an acquisition has been made, NIM likes to keep its assets close.” Jaxon pulls my fingers to his lips to kiss them. “You’re my number one asset. You and I make a good formula.”

  “I don’t know, Jax. I need to think about it. Just yesterday, we were supposed to have a meeting to discuss drug trials and today, we’re talking about me coming to work for NIM. It’s weird. Strange. I... I don’t know,” I stutter.

  “I’m not letting you get away this time, Sue.”

  “I have a career. Not to mention, it feels like bad business. Coming to work for NIM would put NIM at an advantage. It feels dirty, like dirty business.”

  “Oh, baby girl, but you should know enough about me by now how much I like dirty. Just look at you now,” he smiles and kisses me, pulling my legs to wrap around him so he can peep down between my legs.

  I’m embarrassed to see my fuzz is matted, sticky between my legs and covered with the leftovers of our mingling sweat, stench, and sex.

  “You’re more than dirty, Sue.” He licks his lips. “You’re fucking filthy. In fact, I think you need a shower.”

  Chapter 16

  Jaxon

  I didn’t fuck her. Not in the shower. But I did make love to her using only my hands covered in soap and my mouth slick with steam. I lubed Sue’s body with bubbles and scrubbed her scalp until she was moaning through her smile in delight. And then, when she was all satiny and silky clean, I greased her with my tongue.

  The memory of what we just did moments ago excites me and I shift gears, reaching over to grab Sue’s hand and placing it in my lap.

  I have no doubt she still needs constant exposure.

  I’ve decided to drive us to a little country drive-in restaurant outside of the city. It’s one of the few places that still uses real butter and not alternative butter oil, that nearly every food chain restaurant uses. I want Sue to experience real food, with some real attention from a guy who is really in love with her. Not to mention, the tables are smaller than the average restaurant size, so we’ll be sitting close, face-to-face, when I watch her engulf a full beef hot dog.

  I turn my red Ferrari GTB, worth over a quarter of a million dollars, into the parking lot and pull in-between a rusty ol’ red Ford Ranger and a light blue 1979 Mercury Colony Park station wagon. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve said that was my old jalopy.

  Helping Sue to get out of the car, I notice several elderly couples inside the diner gawking at us city slickers through the giant glass windows. They’ve stopped eating to stare, so as soon as I shut Sue’s door, I push her against the car and kiss her wildly. I bob my head up and down, side-to-side, sucking on her face until she is gasping for air.

  Might as well give those ol’ fogies a good show!

  When I pull away, Sue leans forward to grip her chest and heaves. It worries me. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, my...” she hangs onto my forearm, “my chest hurts, Jax. I can’t breathe.”

  “So, you feel the difference?”

  She squints. “What difference?”

  “I told you, feeling good would be different fr
om feeling love.”

  “Stop being smart,” she scolds and I laugh.

  “It doesn’t take a smart person to see how in love with me you are. Get on my back.” I bend my knees, putting my back to her. “I’ll piggyback you in.”

  Sue jumps on my back and I hike us both into the restaurant. Folks are still staring at the two of us—grown adults acting like a couple of teenagers, but I don’t care. This is my do over and I’m going to do it right.

  The restaurant is several decades old. It’s been around long before Sue and I ever were, but she seems to like the thin, walnut-stained walls and particularly the waitresses—all with gray hair. Years ago, I would’ve never brought Sue to a place like this. At the time, I believed she was a little spoiled rich brat, which she probably was, but she’s become humble in her condition and I don’t want to expose her to anything that might drive her away again.

  For now, I need to keep her close, exposing her to only those things that will help her feel secure. I don’t want her to feel any need to take emergency meds or pass out. Although, I admit I couldn’t resist stopping to see Elliot on the way here after he called to pick up the reformulated pill—the Bang­­—he pressed for me, which I have in my pocket.

  Just in case.

  Sue’s toes touch the ground and she slides into the booth the waitress has led us to sit in. I lean into the opposite seat and when I glance over, catching those emerald green eyes looking at me, I realize I’m too far away. I withdraw from the opposite seat and scoot in right next to Sue, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me and my heart weeps.

  This is it! This is what I’ve been waiting half of my existence for and I’m so pissed! I feel the need to relieve myself.

  I kiss Sue’s forehead. “I’ll be back,” I tell her. “I need to go to the restroom.” She nods with a smile and opens her menu. I point. “Hot dogs are good here.”

  I head over to the restroom and lock the door once I’m inside. The walls in this place are so thin, I can hear everything going on and I’m a little embarrassed that perhaps folks can hear my stream flowing.

  I toss the thought out of my mind and jiggle my dangle before I tuck myself back in my pants. I reach to flush the lavatory handle when I hear a familiar voice, one I have not heard since I was a teenager. It shouts from the dining area, “Ursula? Ursula Chandler?”

  “Yes,” she speaks.

  “Sue, it’s me! It’s Dave. Dave Goreman.”

  I flush and rush over to the sink to wash my hands. I hastily pull a paper towel from the dispenser as their conversation resumes.

  “Dave, how are you?” she asks.

  “I’m good. I own my auto shop now.”

  “Wow, that’s really impressive,” she replies.

  “Yeah, how about you? What have you been up to?”

  “I’m an analyst for the FDA.”

  “Like an inspector?” Dave questions. “That’s impressive as well. Do you rate restaurants and stuff? Is that why you’re here?”

  “No, I deal drugs,” she giggles—a little too sweetly, I must say—and I hear her slap the tabletop in embarrassment. “I mean I deal in pharmaceuticals. I don’t deal drugs.”

  I sigh. She hasn’t mentioned NIM or that she’s here with me.

  “So, I heard you’re still single?”

  He’s not wasting any time. I feel in my pocket for the Bang.

  “Well, I—” she’s quickly cut off.

  “You know, I was crushed when you broke up with me after graduation. I figured you were traumatized by the fire and all, but I never stopped thinking about you. I hate to say you were the one that got away. I did get married, but I’m divorced now. I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he laughs coolly and she laughs, too. There’s an awkward silence until he sighs. “Jeez, Sue. You’re still just as pretty as you were twelve years ago.” She doesn’t answer. Just more silence. “Would you like to go out some time? I’d love to take you out to dinner. You know, for old time’s sake? Truthfully, I can’t believe the coincidence. I always thought if I’d ever run into you, I’d be sure to ask you out. So, what do you say?”

  “Oh, I can’t Dave, I’m with someone. He’s here actually.”

  “Is he your boyfriend? I know he’s not your husband, I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

  Sue is quiet. My chest tightens. The anticipation of what she might say is killing me.

  “Listen,” says Dave.

  “Oh, Dave!” she interrupts. “I don’t think you should sit down. Jaxon might get upset.”

  Fucker is attempting to get in my seat.

  “Jaxon?” he queries. “As in Jaxon Underwood? Don’t tell me you’re dating that geek now.”

  “He’s not a geek,” she replies sternly. “Well, he is a geek but—”

  “Forget the geek,” Dave cuts in. “Let me take you out and show you how a real man treats a woman. C’mon, Sue. You and me, we made sense once. Don’t you want to try me on for size?”

  I hear Sue clear her throat as I grip the handle to the bathroom door and pull it open just slightly, but I wait. Please Sue, I can only carry us so far. Please say something that makes me believe I’m not the only one ready to leap back into the fire.

  “I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t.” Her voice is sympathetic but firm. “I happen to like geeks and Jaxon...” she pauses.

  My crushed heart beats, becoming full but it feels like it’s about to explode waiting for what Sue could possibly say.

  “Honestly, Dave. I love him. I’ve been in love with Jaxon for a very long time.”

  Yes!

  I exhale, taking a step forward.

  This is my cue.

  “Hey man,” I say approaching the table and reach out my hand. I admit Dave looks good. A little round in the belly, but he hasn’t lost his full upper body physique, which chicks were always attracted to along with his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He is shorter than me now though. “How have you been?”

  Dave looks me up and down then stands to shake my hand. “Jaxon?” his brow raises.

  “Yeah, man.” I put my hand out to the seat opposite Sue as I sit down. “Please, have a seat. I couldn’t help but overhear you own an auto shop now. My GTB feels awkward whenever I crank it. Do you think you could take a look?”

  “Your GTB?” He sits down. “That’s your Ferrari outside?” His mouth curls down into a semi frown. “That’s a pretty car.”

  I put my arm around Sue. “It is, isn’t it?”

  Dave glances between Sue and I and he smirks. “Jax, do you remember the time I totally kicked your ass because you couldn’t keep your wimpy sights off my girlfriend?”

  I put my hand in my pocket, feel for the Bang, and pop the lid to the container.

  “Dave, do you remember the time you found out your high school girlfriend made out with a geek while you were dating?”

  “What? What the fuck are you talking about?” He looks to Sue and she face palms herself. Dave’s face goes angrily crooked and he grits his teeth. “Sue wouldn’t dare make out with anybody behind my back.”

  “You’re right. Sue let me fuck her behind your back. I fucked her the night before you two broke up.”

  “Jaxon!” Sue shouts, rolling her head back in embarrassment.

  I slyly pop the Bang under my tongue.

  Dave slams his hand against the table like he’s about to say something ugly and prolific, something that’s most likely to get us into a scuffle, but we are both taken aback by Sue’s interruption.

  “Hun,” she whines, rolling her head in a circle as she grabs both of her breasts and massages them. Sue turns to me, cradling my face. “Jaxon,” she whispers hot in my ear and leans in to lick up my neck.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” I ask, keeping my eyes on Dave, who’s mouth is hanging, watching Sue rolling, her body writhing. She runs the lips of her open mouth across my jaw until she finds my lips and sucks them before biting them.

  “I’m so hot, Jax,” s
he whines, bumping the table, nearly tipping it, while pulling her leg over to face me, straddling me to block my view of Dave. She fixes her center across my right thigh and rocks her hips.

  I pull Sue’s hair away from the back of her neck and pull her head to the side, still allowing her tongue to fondle my mouth while I check on Dave. He’s turned beet red, watching Sue hump my thigh as she sucks on my face.

  The feel of her is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and I’m sure the look of her—hot and sexy—will leave this man in pain knowing he’s not the one being handled.

  “Jax, I want you. I want you right now,” Sue moans, thrusting her hips back and forth to rub herself against my thigh with more agitation as she runs her fingers through my hair.

  I laugh. “Baby, we’re in a restaurant,” I say coolly, grabbing her ass cheeks firmly in an attempt to calm her down.

  The bang of Dave’s fists striking the tabletop reverberates through the restaurant’s floor and walls, through the booth seats, and into my back as he gets up and stomps out, swinging the glass doors open in a fury to exit.

  Sue starts whining. She’s getting wild, rubbing her face, her chest, her hands all over me.

  I hear a cough and look up to the waitress, mostly blonde but a few silver streaks running through her pinned up hair. She drops two glasses of ice water. “Sir, we can’t have any of that in here,” she says sternly.

  I look to my Sue—eyes wide with worry, face flushed crimson, and sweat beginning to bead at her forehead. She’s burning up.

  “Jax, I’m hurting. It hurts. Fix this, please. Now!” she grits in a deep, dark tone.

  I look at the waitress. “How much to have the restaurant to ourselves for an hour?”

  “Excuse me?” she chortles but another voice with a low gruff mumbles through her laughing.

  “How much she worth to you?”

  I look at the elderly white-haired gentleman wearing a button-up white shirt with a few coffee stains and brown slacks hobbling over. The owner, no doubt.

  I grip Sue’s head and move it to the side so I can speak to the man. “Everything. She’s worth everything.”