Corps Security: The Series (130 page)

Well, whatever.

Completely lost in my yoga, I forget that Asher is in the room. I enjoy the way my body starts to wake up, feeling the endorphins start to shoot through my body. My skin starts to feel alive. Every part of my body is awake and loving the feeling of being used. I have just bent down to place my palms against the mat when I hear him growl. I jump and look through my spread legs at the man standing behind me.

Gone is the pissed-off impassiveness. Gone are the hard lines of his anger. His arms are no longer crossed over his chest. Instead, I find him standing a few feet behind me. His shorts are gone, his hard cock being stroked lazily in one fist.

What the hell?

When I move to stand, he quickly moves forward and firmly grasps my hips. His rock-hard cock, free of his hold, slides forward between my spread legs. I moan at the feeling.

He rocks his hips forward a few times, causing us both to breathe a little heavier. “Does this feel like I don’t love every goddamn thing about your body, Chelcie? Hmm? Because let me tell you, Sunshine. I see your body and I want to throw you over my shoulder every damn time. I see your tits and I want to take them in my hands. I want to watch your pink nipples harden at my touch right before I suck them deep in my mouth. I see the stomach you say isn’t firm enough and, honestly, I could care less, babe. I see your stomach and I remember how hot you looked carrying our boy. Then I can’t help but get hot thinking about putting another baby in there. And that ass. Jesus Christ, you don’t even want to know how many times I’ve had to go to the bathroom at work because I’ll picture that fine ass and all of a sudden my cock is begging for release. I see those thighs you say are getting dimples and all I can think about is getting my hands on them—spreading your legs and digging my fingers in while I devour that sweet pussy with my tongue.”

He flexes his fingers against my skin, rubs his hard cock against the seam of my pants, and groans loud and long. “Sunshine, this body that you think isn’t perfect would kill me if it got any better. Stop beating yourself up, okay? You start questioning just how much I want this perfect body, then I have no issues with reminding you just how much I crave it.”

He finishes his statement and drops to his knees. His legs go between my still spread ones, his cock bobbing against his stomach, his face nuzzling right against my aching pussy.

“Oh, God,” I pant.

His deft fingers grab the waistband of my pants and bring them along with my panties down as far as they will go. He doesn’t even pause. His fingers clamp on to my hips and he pulls me against his face. With the height difference, I have to come up on my toes and brace my arms as far as I can. His cock is just inches from my lips, and I know that, if I drop my arms slightly, I can take him deep.

Taking one hand off the mat, I grasp him firmly in my hand. He growls against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to clench deep within. It’s not going to take long for me to come, and I want him right there with me.

Since I can only use one hand without falling, I wrap my fingers tightly and bring my lips down to suck him as deep as I can take him. His swollen head hits the back of my throat, and I relax, breathe through my nose, and take his hard length even deeper.

He pulls his mouth off my drenched pussy and spits out, “Fuck me.” The sound echoes through the room.

My victory of gaining the upper hand is short-lived. One firm palm comes down hard on my ass cheek and he digs his fingers in deep. With his hand full of my ass, his other hand still helping holding me up, and his mouth back against my swollen lips, he gives me everything he has. He doesn’t just lick and suck—he devours my pussy with a fierceness I’ve never known him capable of. I feel it across every inch of my skin and deep within my body.

And I know I’m going to come harder than I’ve ever come before.

I double my efforts at making him come. My head starting to rush from being upside down so long is only adding to the fire his lips and tongue are creating. I moan against his cock, feeling him twitch in my mouth. Taking my hand off his hard shaft, I grab his balls lightly and play with them for a few seconds. Using my tongue, I lick around his head, pressing against the vein in his shaft and nipping lightly with my teeth. Trusting that he has my balance under control, I bring my other hand off the floor. His hand moves from playing with my ass to hold on to the other side of my hips.

Giving him everything I have, I suck and lick until I feel his balls in my right hand start to pull tight. His shaft grows even harder, and I give him hard suck before his come is shooting deep down my throat.

And right when I swallow the last drop, I feel his teeth clamp down on my clit and his mouth give the most delicious suction. I come so hard that my knees buckle and I scream his name. My hands, which have now fallen to his muscular thighs, dig in and ride each wave.

His tongue continues to lick my wetness from my pussy and thighs. His hungry groans and my panting are the only things that can be heard over the music still playing in the background. When he finishes, he helps me stand and turns me to face him. My pants falling to my ankles mid spin causes me to fall forward into his chest.

“Don’t ever doubt that I love this fucking body, Chelcie. Not that I don’t mind proving you wrong, but it pisses me off that you just can’t see how beautiful you are.”

I nod, my mind stuck in a fog from the orgasm still hanging close.

He shakes his head and laughs lightly. “Still don’t believe me?” he questions with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Oh. Hell.

“I could use some more convincing,” I whisper.

And just like that, I find myself back over his shoulder, his long legs making the trek back up the stairs and into our bedroom.

Where he spends the rest of our son’s naptime proving to me just how much he loves my body.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I’m going to keep this short and sweet this time.

Thank you to my family. You guys have to deal with me walking around like a zombie for months at a time, the house looking like a tornado came through and the times that I forget which way is up. I love you guys.

To my betas, I love you ladies. You keep me going, you aren’t afraid to tell me when I suck, and you love my boys just as much as I do. Danielle, Becky, Lara and Midian. MUAH!

To my weirdo keeper, PA, whip handler and basically the only person in the world that calls me on my shit . . . daily. Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself and that shit is scary. So, Danielle Calcote . . . I kinda love you. Even if you are always right.

To my editor, Mickey. I love you girlfriend. You deal with my freak-outs and you clean up my messes. Not to mention, you’re amazing! XOXO

My girls—FBGM—I.LOVE.YOU. Sweet Lord I wouldn’t be able to make it through a day without our daily messages, pictures, and voice chats. You ladies keep me going when I want to stop, you motivate me when I need it, make me laugh when I just want to scream and hands down I respect and admire you ladies like you wouldn’t believe. Ella Fox, Aurora Rose Reynolds, Rochelle Paige, Tessa Teevan, and Kristi Webster. You ladies . . . I love you almost as much as I love dick pics.

Angela Druck, Kelly Knott and Katie Benson. Look bitches, I dedicated a book to you whores . . . I should have known you would want more. JK! LOVE YOU 3!

My ‘crew’—Renee, Jenn, Andee, Hollie, Shantel, Stamos, Felicia and Kelly . . . I love you bitches. HAVE MERCY!

To my Alpha Babes! I love you guys and I love the post you give me daily, but most of all I love how much you love my boys. Uh, that’s a lot of love. LOL!! Especially Pam and Christi for providing the ‘Dates from Hell’ inspiration!

To Melissa Gill. Another cover in babe! Thank you for everything you do for me. And for being such an amazing friend. I love you!

To Brenda Wright. I love you! Thank you for always being there for me. I’m so lucky to have you in my life!

To Eric Wainwright and Alex Atanasov. Thank you for bringing life to the ‘Asher’ in my mind. Eric your photography is amazing and Alex I can’t thank you enough for being my ‘Asher’

To Jennifer Leon at Carsmart! You keep me entertained when I come and pile mountains of packages on your counter—and you inspired Nik the Dick, hello! Brilliant! <3

To every reader, blogger, reviewer, and fan. You make what I do so rewarding. Knowing that you enjoy my words, love my boys and crave me is the biggest gift you could ever give me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

LOCKE PLAYLIST

Stupid Boy—preformed by Cassadee Pope

Demons—Imagine Dragons

Better Than Me—Hinder

Unconditionally—Katy Perry

This is What it Feels Like—Armin van Buuren

Wings—Birdy

Let Her Go—Passenger

Wasting All These Tears—Cassadee Pope

Back From the Dead—Skylar Grey

Run—Matt Nathanson feat. Sugarland

Searchlight—Phillip Phillips

I’ll Follow You—Jon McLaughlin

Give Me Love—Ed Sheeran

Get Her Back—Robin Thicke

Shattered—Trading Yesterday

Watch Me—Paul McDonald & Nikki Reed

Stay With Me—Sam Smith

Chandelier—Sia

Human—Christina Perri

I Won’t Give Up—Jason Mraz

Find You—Zedd

Build Me Up Buttercup—Gary Lewis & The Playboys

To my husband.

I kinda like you.

A lot.

Even when you snore.

PROLOGUE

Maddox

Six weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.

Just gone.

It took me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d done a shit job of it. One search for her parents would have brought me right to her.

It took me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for three weeks. She called in her meals and never left the room. And unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get my hands on her.

She doesn’t want to be found. I know that, but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my body has screamed at me to take what she’s been offering for years. I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.

Since day one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke the life out of her. Just like every other person I’ve allowed in.

I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.

One smile from her made me fall. So I pushed her away. I told her that she would never be what I need—that I would never want her. God, if she only knew. I crave her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. I crave her and everything she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I work daily to refuse it.

So I pushed.

Until she ran.

But that ends right now.

Looking up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was my first mistake.

SYN.

A motherfucking strip club.

This is not a place where my angel belongs. Just the thought of her inside this club makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger becoming a force of its own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst through. It’s burning inside my veins and demanding blood. My nostrils flare, making my breaths come in loud pants. My fist clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each wild beat of my heart.

I’m going to explode.

The bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. He gives me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish place. I immediately rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting and leather booths lining the room. They have the name right with the smell of this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.

The whole top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’ legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.

That’s when I spot her.

“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.

The anger I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of its own. The monsters inside me wanting free.