I've taken a slight departure from my regular style with this book. If you've read all of my stories, you know that the characters dictate what happens. I often have a plan for my H & h that gets completely thrown out the window. With HEAT, I expected to write another fun, sweet, somewhat dirty love story.
And then I met Trent. He had other ideas in mind. Because of who he is, and what his experiences have been... well, let's just say this book is a bit naughtier than my others. He needs love more than most, and he needs it in a variety of ways. Don't worry, I promise that he's a good guy deep down and this book does have a very happy ending.
I have included TWO bonus books for your enjoyment-please enjoy your BONUS BOOKS BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer
Xoxox,
Joanna
*HEAT was previously tilted BANG, but this title was censored. I think HEAT is even better though!
Chapter One Trent
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Around me people were scurrying, adjusting lights and cameras. In front of me on all fours was Anastasia Berlin. Like me, she was frozen in place, with my cock balls deep inside her.
I wasn't concerned about losing my erection. I wasn't concerned about the camera they were moving behind me, practically touching my ass. I wasn't worried about cuming too fast.
I was just bored.
"Clear!"
I opened my eyes as the set quieted again. My hands flexed on Anastasia's hips.
"Action."
I flexed my hips, driving all the way into her. She was overly slippery with a silicone based lubricant. It was necessary for these long shoots. Otherwise, she would dry out.
Besides, when you shot with Rez, you needed extra lube.
I took small thrusts, careful not to smash backwards into the camera. They were there for the money shot. The grand finale.
It was time to unleash the snake.
I focused hard, letting images of every dirty, nasty thing I'd ever seen or done flash through my mind. For me, staying hard wasn't the challenge. It was getting excited enough to shoot my load.
And the audience wanted a big ass load.
I started to get that feeling at the base of my spine, traveling up to my nuts then forward, up and out of my shaft.
Fucking A.
I yanked my cock out and sprayed it all over her back.
Anastasia flipped over like the pro she was and I covered her. I angled it up for the best effect, spraying my cum all over her enormous, obviously fake tits.
I let my head fall back as the pent up release slowed.
In an instant the lights would turn off.
In an instant, and just for a heartbeat, I would feel dirty.
Filthy.
Disgusting.
And then they would hand me a giant check and the feeling would pass.
A stiff drink and a line of coke wouldn't hurt either. And I knew they'd have one of each of those waiting for me too.
"That's a wrap!"
I did my best to ignore the people bustling around me. One handed me a baby wipe, which I used to clean my dick off. Anastasia was cleaning off her tits while someone wiped her back.
Just like that, it was over.
I debated about going for a run, taking the night off. It would be nice to stay home with my girls. But then George waved me over and handed me a rolled up hundred dollar bill.
I leaned down and inhaled a line of the white powder.
I tilted my head back as the rush flooded my body.
Cuming had nothing on coke.
I took a pull of the bottle of bourbon he handed me.
"There's a party in Malibu. You coming?"
I shrugged.
"Why not?"
Lexi
I tugged the thick white shoe off with one foot, rubbing it along my calf. My feet were sore, my legs were sore and my back was sore. My work shoes were old and did little to support my arches during my 12-36 hour shifts. I needed new ones.
I needed a lot of things.
I was making my rounds when Kelly stuck her head into Mr. Pollard's room.
"It's you sister."
"Tell her I will call her back in..."
I did a quick calculation of how long it would take to finish checking in on every patient on the floor.
"Forty five minutes."
"She's freaking out, Lex."
I closed my eyes. I finished marking down Mr. Pollard's vitals and left the room. It was bad form to stop in the middle of rounds. But when Char called, it was inevitably an emergency.
I flexed my hips, moving at a rapid clip down the hallway towards the nurses' station. I had long ago mastered the art of running but making it look like I was walking. It was important not to show panic in a hospital. Never mind at home.
At home, it was even worse. My sister was extremely sensitive. So I had learned to project an aura of calm at all times.
Even if I was panicking inside.
Kelly held out the phone to me. I could hear sobbing before I even lifted the phone to my ear. It wasn't the sound of a normal twenty-year-old woman crying.
It was the sound of a terrified little girl.
"Char, what's wrong?"
It took a few seconds for her to compose herself enough so I could understand her. When I did, my blood ran cold.
"She left me."
I stood up straight, outrage flooding my system.