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

by Dani Stowe

  The old man smiles with a glimmer in his eyes that wander between me, horny Sue, and my car outside. “I meant how much are you willing to pay?”

  “How about a Ferrari 488 GTB? Do you know how much that car is worth?”

  “Oh, I know.” The old man’s eyes twinkle. “I’m sure that car gets all the babes. Everybody out!” he yells as whining and cursing resounds from patrons and staff.

  It doesn’t take but five minutes for the blinds to come down and everyone to exit when I find myself inside Ursula Chandler, making love to the beautifully naked woman spread open across a tabletop as glasses filled to the rim with chilled water splash and tinker of ice cubes rocking. Sue takes all of me—deep and penetrating, rough and hard, one tit jerking as I hold the other. I bang her so deep she starts screaming until I pull at her fingers and help her to rub herself. When she comes, I come with her and I’m amazed at the longevity of her orgasm, like it’s been waiting for me, waiting to expose itself to me after all this time.

  Sue reaches to me and I entangle my fingers between hers to pull her up and lean against me, tucking her between my chest and my arms.

  I got you, Sue.

  “You took the Bang,” she says.

  I swallow. I’m hoping she won’t be too pissed. “I did.”

  “Why?”

  “I needed Dave Goreman to know I got you.”

  “I think it was more than that.” She swats a quick soft pat to my ass that makes me smile.

  “How so?”

  “I think you wanted to prove that you could kick his ass.”

  I laugh. “That was hardly kicking ass.”

  “Oh, believe me,” she chuckles, “the man is bruised. Dave just had his ass handed to him and you didn’t even touch him. You might’ve even taken his man card.”

  “He’s a jerk. He doesn’t need a man card anyway.”

  “You’re right.” Sue leans her chin into my chest to glare up at me. “And I’m keeping yours by the way.”

  I raise my brow. “You’re keeping my man card?”

  “Yes, it’s mine.”

  I grab her jaw. “You can keep it, because you’re mine.”

  “Jax, if I’m yours, then why don’t you ever feed me like you say you’re going to?”

  I laugh aloud. I’m sure she’s hungry. “Because you’re so beautiful.” I move her hair away from her shoulders to admire her. “You keep distracting me. All I did was dream about taking you out, but now that I’m a grown up, I realize that dream might not be possible.”

  Sue’s brows furrow. “So, you’re not going to feed me? Are we destined to starve?” She huffs, “As if we don’t already have enough issues with our relationship.”

  Relationship? Did she just say, ‘our relationship?’

  Yes!

  “We won’t starve. You’re just going to have to move in with me. I believe with enough exposure therapy, we’ll be able to overcome these distractions and eat eventually.” She elbows me in my side, which tickles so I kiss her then grab her jaw to capture her gaze. “Move in with me.”

  “Would it break your heart if I said no?”

  My chest tightens and I find myself having difficulty breathing. “It would crush me.”

  “Oh,” she cocks her head. “Well, we can’t have that can we?”

  I shake my head, no.

  She trails her palm up and down my Happy Trail, twisting the fine hairs between her fingers. “The last thing anyone would ever want to do is pain a smart man like you. Isn’t that right?”

  I nod, grappling her arms. “That’s right.”

  “I might have my ass handed to me by your man powers. Isn’t that, also right?”

  “That’s exactly right.” I turn Sue around and bend her over the table, pushing on the back of her head with one hand as I pull her hips into my groin with the other. I smack her ass.

  Sue stiffens. “Do you love me, Jax?”

  My chest hurts. I lift Sue back up by the forearms, turning her around to face me, and I cradle her cheeks in the palms of my hands so she’s looking at me straight on. “I’ve already told you I love you and it pains me that you feel the need to even ask.”

  “You pain me, too,” she mutters.

  “I’m calling a moving company on Monday to collect your stuff, except for your bed. We’ll lay in my bed.”

  “It’s all going to end up a big mess,” she warns, blushing.

  “I don’t care. I like to clean.”

  “Okay,” she breathes easy.

  Lord of Chemistry

  Bonus Chapter

  You are about to enter the lab...

  Ursula

  Whack!

  “Ow!” I cry against the smack on my butt. “Damn it, Jax!” I curse as I lean forward, nearly spilling the two cups of steaming hot coffee I’ve just poured for us this morning and am gripping in each hand by the handle.

  “I’m sorry,” Jaxon coos rubbing my bottom then grabbing my hips as he bends over to push his face in the cushion of my butt cheek. He kisses my bottom repeatedly. “It was just out there. It’s irresistible. Did I hurt you?” He lifts the hem of my golden silk spaghetti strap nightgown, pulling up my black sheer underwear over a cheek and kisses my bare butt with his warm wet lips.

  “It didn’t hurt,” I admit, “but you did scare me. Living in your apartment still feels new.”

  “It’s our apartment.” Jaxon stands up straight, wrapping one arm around me and squeezing, while his other hand continues to rub my bottom. He kisses my neck with a lick from behind.

  Something else is also poking me from behind.

  “I love you. I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I’ll try not to scare you in the mornings.” He kisses the back of my head through my hair, his hand still rubbing my butt.

  Lifting the coffee cups higher so I can turn around to hand him a mug, Jaxon sneakily slides his hand across my front and down into my underwear.

  “Jax,” I warn, lowering the mugs back down towards the countertop, “I’m going to spill and this coffee is hot.”

  Jaxon’s hands make their way between my legs and before the bottom ceramic of the coffee cups touch the marble countertop, Jaxon is teasing, touching, rubbing my sex, and making me hot.

  “It’s not that hot, is it baby girl?” he whispers steamy in my ear, his rod presses into my thigh.

  He finds my clit.

  “No, it’s hot. Really hot,” I’m panting as he rubs.

  Jaxon pulls on my hip, pulling my bottom towards him to run his fingers up and down my crease from behind. The moment he finds a heated pool, he dives his fingers in.

  “Is it too hot?” he asks thrusting his fingers in and out, massaging the ring of my canal with one hand as he massages my clit with the other.

  Ecstasy is coursing through my veins. “No, it’s good,” I moan through the tension building at my core.

  “Are you going to spill?” He plunges his fingers harder and faster. I’m biting my lip. “Baby girl, you’re going to spill, aren’t you?” he teases. “You’re going to spew a hot mess all over my hands.”

  Oh God, I am. I’m going to spill all over Jaxon’s long fingers...

  I come.

  Ecstasy shoots from the friction of his fingered rub, right up my core, into my heart and straight through my veins. My body jerks. I’m out of control. I don’t know how he does it, but Jaxon grips me to keep me from falling loose while still managing to rub my clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out until I relax. I relax right into him, collapsing as his front catches my back.

  He’s so amazing!

  “Good morning,” he says, pushing on my shoulders to set me upright.

  Coming around he grabs a mug and dips his finger slick with my juice into the steamy liquid then licks his finger clean.

  I ogle him, shirtless, as he picks up the mug and takes a sip of his black coffee with a hint of vagina. “Is that hot enough for you?” I ask.

  He grins. “Mmm, and with just the right amount of cream a
nd sugar.”

  We both laugh until he pulls me by the neck to strangle me into his chest. “This is the best morning,” he says, taking another swig.

  “You said that yesterday.”

  He smiles. “Hey listen,” he puts his mug down to look me in the eyes. “I want to take you to the lab today.”

  I squint. “But its Saturday, and I don’t officially start work at NIM until Monday. Is that appropriate?”

  “Appropriate?” he laughs. “I own the lab, baby... well, technically, I don’t own the lab. Nick does. But I’m still the reigning king when it comes to the chemistry department.” He grabs my left hand, kisses the back of my fingers, and studies them for a few seconds. “I also have a project I’ve been working on that I want to finish today, plus I want to show you around.”

  I scrunch my nose, pulling my fingers back. “I need to do laundry.”

  He rolls his eyes. “You always seem to need to do laundry, but I already told you, I pay to have my laundry done, and your laundry is now my laundry.” Jaxon takes another sip of coffee. “Please. I’ll take you out for breakfast,” he begs sweetly.

  “Oh, well!” I exclaim. “If it means I get to eat something, then yes!”

  Jaxon drops his cup with a growl and I run. He chases me around the apartment, attempting to tickle me, until we crash land together on a mountain of my clothes where I’m sure there’s a bed somewhere underneath.

  I’m uneasy walking through the thick laboratory doors of NIM. I’ve been in many laboratories on account of my former job, but this lab is different. Sure, there are spaces that have the same appearance—clean with sharp edges and decorated with glass in various forms, plus walls of cabinets surrounding rectangular countertops, laptops, high stools, and a few stainless-steel gizmos—but there are devices, large and small, that I don’t recognize...

  Devices of NIM’s making.

  The room has been adapted to accommodate a variety of tasks, making the atmosphere feel unusual like something out of a sci-fi or fantasy book. In one far corner, there is a large stainless steel hooded vent above what could pass for a small workshop. Another corner hosts zipped white square tents where it looks like the Lords of NIM have been experimenting with either gas or airborne agents.

  Before my eyes can make their way to the next corner, Jaxon grips my fingers and pulls, leading me through the lab, gripping my hand so tight it reminds me of the night he led me out of Charlotte’s then Elliot’s house, except this time I’m afraid Jaxon might break my bones. He’s making my hand hurt. Oh gosh, I’m in pain! I halt, unable to breathe.

  Jaxon turns around with my yank on his arm. “What’s the matter?”

  “I can’t... I can’t...”

  “Shh, shh,” he coos, coddling me. “There’s nothing that’s going to hurt you in here.”

  “You were hurting my hand,” I reply.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just so excited,” he strokes my head.

  “Excited for what?”

  “To show you this!” Jaxon moves out of the way, outstretching his arm to show me a giant glass chamber. It’s nothing fancy, really. It’s just an empty cylindrical wall of glass with a door, reaching from the ceiling to the floor.

  “Okay,” I say.

  He chuckles, “You’re not impressed.”

  I raise a brow. “Should I be?”

  “Get inside,” he suggests.

  I laugh, “Why would I get in there?”

  “Get in the chamber,” he growls with a deep dark tone.

  “Jaxon, I’m not going in the chamber,” I grit, speaking his name in a tone equally as deep and dark as his.

  “Fine,” he smirks, pulling out a black controller from his back pocket—a remote control, I believe—and pushes a button.

  Jaxon begins to unbutton his shirt.

  Why is he getting undressed?

  When he reaches for his belt, I notice something or many somethings behind him spewing from inside the top of the chamber. Small, seemingly clear little somethings in various sizes fall and it’s difficult to make out what’s falling at first until I recognize exactly what’s coming down, shooting from the ceiling inside the chamber to fall and float about...

  Bubbles!

  “Oh, Jax,” I coo. “What did you do?” I’m blushing. My inner kid is beaming.

  My hips are gripped and I’m spun with my back to the chamber. “I want to make love to you,” he says, pushing me backward. “I want to make love to you the way I should’ve done, the way I wished I had during our first time in the shower.”

  He pulls up my shirt and bubbles are floating, blowing in abundance past me as we near the chamber behind me. “In there?” I scrunch my nose, pointing behind my back, uneasy with the thought. “But I love the way you make love to me in bed.”

  “Ugh,” he growls, pausing to zip down his fly, dropping his slacks and boxers to kick off his shoes.

  He grabs at my pants, unbuttons, and unzips them. He tugs on my clothes, including my bra, which all become freed from my body. Despite his nine-inch erection excitedly poking—staring at me, Jaxon seems frustrated.

  My head tilts. My eyes squint. “What’s the matter, Jax?”

  “I don’t want you to just love me.” His jaw is tight. The wrinkle between his brow deepens.

  He seems angry. Or disappointed. I don’t know. But I don’t understand how he doesn’t want me to just love him. I’m so confused.

  I’m picked up and my legs open, straddling Jaxon’s waist so he can carry me as he steps into the chamber and shuts the door behind him. Bubbles are everywhere, which elates me but I can’t understand why he doesn’t just want my love. My arms wrap tight around the back of his neck and I whisper in his ear, “What more could you want than love?”

  As my back makes contact with the wet glass made slippery from the bubbles, Jaxon presses his body flush against me. He grips my head with both hands as his hips push up against my inner thighs. “I want to go back in time,” he confesses.

  “Back in time?” I laugh and he kisses me through my smile, planting his hot lips on my front teeth.

  He pulls his head back, capturing my gaze. “I want you to remember the first night we were together.”

  “Okay.” My lip curls nastily. Our first night was a disaster.

  His nose presses into mine. “I want you to imagine we are there in your shower—two kids with no clue as to what we were doing, but this time,” he speaks softly into my mouth, stroking my hairline fondly, “I want you to fall. I want you to fall in love with me as we make love.”

  A bubble pops on my right cheek, distracting me before I can tell Jaxon that going back to the past and conjuring those memories might not be such a good idea, and the next thing I know I’m being kissed.

  My head is pushed from the left as Jaxon’s lips press firmly across my cheek. One hand snakes around my body to grab my bottom as the other hand is tangled, his fingers entwining into my hair at the nape of my neck to be gripped.

  Plump lips move slick across my own as my head is rocked against the glass behind me from the movements of Jaxon’s head rolling as he kisses me. The firm pressure of his mouth trailing then burying into my neck makes me moan.

  “Fall in love with me,” he says and he enters me.

  Gifted. That what Jaxon is—gifted. He’s so smart and loving, such an exceptional human being. His hips rock swiftly into me so his tip—just the tip of his prick—penetrates me quickly and then he slowly pulls himself out. He does this repeatedly, teasing me.

  Despite the moaning escaping my throat, he asks, “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes, don’t stop,” I pant. “But I want you to go deeper.”

  He penetrates me a bit harder, but still not going all the way in. It’s just the tip that he pulses in and out and its making me crazy.

  I need more.

  Sweat is beginning to pool between us adding to the slippery wetness of each bubble that pops over our bodies. My arms grip tighter around his neck. �
��Go deeper.”

  “Deeper?” he asks. “How deep, Sue? How deep do you want me to get?” He stills himself inside me. “Show me.”

  Show him?

  Using his neck for leverage, I loosen my thighs a bit around his waist and allow myself to come down on him. He groans as I slowly allow his erection to fill me until I feel him deep within, hitting that spot.

  He kisses my earlobe. “That’s deep, baby. Are you sure? You’re down to the root.”

  I kiss his hot, sticky, and perspiring neck allowing a slight sting of bubbly solution to mix with his salty sweat on my tongue. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  Somehow, Jaxon wedges me tighter between himself and the glass and he fucks me. He fucks me as deep as I’ve allowed him to go.

  Sweet little bubbles float about as my back is pressed against the glass while Jaxon slams up and into me. His grip on my ass digs painfully into my cheek to support me but I’m not going to say anything because I don’t want to fall...

  Wait...

  Yes, I do.

  I lean my head back to look at the beautiful man before me, working so hard to please me, to love me and I let go. I just relax, trusting that he’s got me, to let him fuck me as he wants me, but keeping my thighs clenched tight to equally engage him. His rhythm changes, picking up faster.

  “Oh fuck, I love you,” he says. “I want to come in you,” he confesses.

  The words pouring out of his mouth digs its way into my soul while the friction at my core is beginning to warm me.

  “You’re going to come, aren’t you, Sue?”

  “Yes,” I nod and I do!

  A fire sets off and my body is ablaze. I’ve completely let go but Jaxon keeps me upright to support us both through our joined climax.

  Gently, Jaxon pulls out. “No pain that time?”

  I smile as he puts me down. “No pain though, honestly, I wouldn’t be able to tell anymore. I’ve fallen so hard for you, Jax, I can’t feel anything other than a burn to always be close to you.”

  His face turns crimson as he shuts his eyes. I think I see tears collecting in the corners, but I know they are tears of joy.

  Opening his eyes, Jaxon takes a breath, attempting to collect himself, to be the man. “I still have that project I need to work on in here. Why don’t you get dressed and look around, since this will be your workspace as well?”