Hot Houston Nights: Boxset Volume 1

Graham & Isabella

Grant & Pippah

S.N. GARZA

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Hot Houston Nights: Graham & Isabella, Grant & Pippah Volume One

By S.N. Garza

©February 2017/Stephanie Nicole Garza Cover Design:

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, places are either the work of the authors imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Hot Houston Nights: Graham & Isabella

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Hot Houston Nights: Grant & Pippah

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Hot Houston Nights:

Graham & Isabella

PART

ONE

1: Isabella

Yeah, girl. I can't believe you're actually out with us. Especially after being dumped by that drug-head, you've like totally kept to yourself.

Sigh. I didn't know he was a drug-head when I was with him. I trusted the guy. He was a wealthy trust-fund baby and he had picked me. I was with Chris, no Christopher, for three years. He hated it when people called him Chris.

He never let it show when he did drugs either, so I was so out the loop on that one. I hadn't learned of it until after he dumped me because I didn't put out like normal girls would. What the hell was normal? We had normal sex. If he wanted something with a little bit of kink, he sure as hell never told me anything.

So that was total crap. It wasn't until after he dumped me that I knew he had been with several girls that last year.

Thank God I got checked out by two different doctors to make sure he didn't spread anything to me. Asshat. He's lucky I didn't get anything.

That had been four months ago. Like Shelley said, after he dumped me, I hadn't gotten out in the real world and had any kind of fun. Just worked over at the town bank as a teller, then stayed home-reading my romance novels.

Why couldn't I find a man from one of the novels I've read? They seemed so damaged but perfect by the end.

The girls I went to the University of Houston with, kept sneering at me about how stupid I was for being depressed and that I should just get over him.

I really was, but I invested three long years into this guy. The apartment suite I lived in was among the things we shared. We got to know each other on a level that single people didn't. But then again, I got real educated about Christopher after I was sent to the cleaners.

And thinking about it now, I really did pay for everything when we were together. But I was okay with that. I didn't want a man paying my dues. Everything was in my name. I had a system and when I told Christopher about that system, he was all for not messing it up. That should've been a sign right there he wasn't good for me.

I guess he was a sponge. Sucking the life right out of me.

Tonight though, I wanted to prove to these girls that I could have a good time.

I wasn't in the mood to meet a guy though. Just drinks, some fun, maybe some dancing and then go home. Alone. Maybe a little tipsy where I throw in a Channing Tatum movie and fall asleep dreaming.

And here we were, at Club 9. The hottest club in Houston.

And unlike the other three girls I was with, who wore mini-skirts, or pleated skirts (yeah, like they were teeny-boppers...ugh) I opted for warmth, this cool November night. My black skinny jeans sat low on my hips and my only way of being ‘hot’ was my off the shoulder, blood-red blouse. The girls wore high heels and I wore my matching Converse all-stars.

Comfort over visibility. I didn't want to be noticed. A lot of chicks in this place came here to get noticed.

It felt like I was the only one who was way over-dressed.

The men in this club either wore a variety of suits, leathers, or jeans and tight shirts. Showing off muscular bodies and tight backsides.

Girl, what you need to do is get laid. A one night stand, said Veronica.

We made our way up to the bar, standing room only now, and waited to be addressed.

"Uh, no thanks. I don't do one nighters. I just couldn't. That's not-

Your style. We know. Chimed in Stella.

Out of our group, I was the chunkiest. Although I didn't consider my size ten to be anything other than healthy. I got wide hips and a bubble butt from my mom’s side of the family. I was short, stopping at just five foot three. I guess compared to the girls I hung out with, I was the chunky-monkey. Shelley and Veronica were cousins, so they were both a head taller. And Stella, who was half-white, half-black was a beautiful milk-chocolate, tall and had a body to match.

I swore they felt sorry for me sometimes, but we all met at college when we rushed for the same sorority.

Hey, ladies. What can I get for y'all? The Texas drawl of the bartender was honey-thick and the girls ordered shots while I ordered a fruity mixed drink. The bartender was quick with his hands and before we knew it our drinks were in our hands and we found a table close by-thank God. Tables did not stay empty for long here.

I had finished my first drink, when one of the waitresses came up to our table and said, This is from the gentleman at the end of the bar.

The girl reached across the table and sat the drink right in front of me.

Oh, my gosh. Me? Why would anyone send me a drink when the girls with me were total bombshells compared to me? Or more attractive.

Hey. Not to say I would need a bag over my head for a guy to fuck me, but I wasn't normally what guys went after.

Oh, man. Watch this guy be a total dog.

All four of us turned towards the end of the bar until we saw a man practically hidden from view. He was resting against the wall so we couldn't make out what he looked like.

However, I wasn't the kind of girl who took drinks from strange men.

I looked back up to the girl and passed back the drink.

Thanks, but no thanks. I don't take drinks from men I've never met and you might say this came directly from the bar, but I didn't see it get mixed. Go ahead and tell the gentleman he should try another girl.

My friends and the girl who took back the drink looked at me like I had lost my mind.

Maybe I had. But I read books and some of those were thrillers where the dumb girl gets drugged at a bar. No way. Not this girl.

2: Graham

Wow. Rejected by a female before she even saw my face. That was new for me.

I hadn't come here to meet a girl but when I saw her and the tall group of women behind her ordering drinks a few feet away, my dick came to life. She was all kinds of stacked and short, maybe with a little bit of flesh on her. She was dressed in clothes that stood out.

Most women here came to get recognized. Their clothes were short, their tops shorter. And it was in the fifties.

Not this girl though. She was practically telling the men in this room that she was off limits. Didn't stop me from sending her a drink.

I didn't normally buy random women drinks, but I wanted to see her reaction. Just as I thought as the waitress brought it back to me. The women at the table tried getting a look at me, but I was hidden within the darkness of the corner.

If she saw me, she might freak out. I had a scar from the right temple to my left jaw. My father was a mean, sick son a bitch who liked playing with knives when I was teen.

A lot of people thought I was scary-looking because the scar was puckered and still red. Like it was angry. Of course, if I had wanted, I could've had some cosmetic surgery and had it removed or at least looking like it wasn't the main facial feature I had. If a woman couldn't accept me for everything, then I didn’t need to be with her.

Now I leave that up for my only friend, Grant Moore. Who was supposed to be here, but hadn't shown up yet.

He knew all about my father and our dirty past.

Let's just say, my mother was barely legal when he knocked her up and after I was born, I heard whispers about his tendencies to go for much younger than my mother. I didn't have a clue what they were whispering until they came and arrested him. I was seventeen at the time and God knows how many girls he molested, tortured and killed. And buried in our back yard.

I only saw him during the summer as a kid. Mother took me and left him when I was two. We didn't move far but she didn't want anything to do with him. He was a real ‘upstanding citizen’. Yeah. Until they figured him out one fatal night.

Fuck. Enough about that sob story.

This girl intrigued me like no other before her. She was curvy, her dark brown hair that fell in layers to the middle of her back and clipped to one side with a glittery red rose pendant.

I wonder what she'd do and say if she saw my face. Looking over at her, my dick still throbbed painfully beneath the denim of my Buckle jeans.

Then my view was blocked by a broad shoulder. Some reason that pissed me off.

"Hey pal-

What's got you so worked up, Gray?

I looked up into Grant's face. Perfect.

Nothin' that concerns you.

Chuckling, Grant sat down next to me with his back towards the bar. He tried looking in the same direction as me and it didn't take him long before he knew where I was staring.

Hmm...Which Philly you looking at? The redhead, that sweet milk-chocolate or the pretty blonde?

None of the above.

His eyes whipped back to mine in confusion.

You're kidding right? The short, little, thick girl? She barely looks out of her teens. Ain't no way you're trying to tap that little stick of dynamite.

Shut your fucking pie hole, Moore.

Woot. Damn. Testy, ain’t we? Well, if you want that piece, get up and get it. It looks like she needs a good screw and so do you. When was the last time you got laid? Months? A year?

I pushed my drink upward and glared at him. He really knew how to rile me up. Even though he was basically right, I knew exactly how to ruffle his feathers in return.

Maybe I was tired of every girl who came to my bed, freaking out because I look like a fucking freak.

That was the quickest way in getting Grant to shut his damn mouth. Also, the quickest way to piss him off. Ever since I got this fucking scar, it’s like he’s been trying to be my hero...insert eye roll here. I didn’t need a hero.

Fuck them bitches, dude. If I was man-lover, I’d fuck you. Chicks dig that tough, scarred look. But I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to handle me.

Ain’t no one able to handle you. I feel sorry for the dame to get you in her hooks.

Yeah, well. I’m still young, have to sow every oat I can possibly sow.

I bet.

I looked back up to see her trailing her friends on the dance floor. Her friends became active and party happy while she just kinda looked lost. One of her friends grabbed her and they began gyrating against each other. My girl...hmmm...sounded like it had a good ring to it. My girl laughed and her face bloomed with uncertainty but also joy.

That’s when a few guys sauntered up to them and started dancing with her friends, basically leaving her out.

Now, that just wasn’t right.

I necked down the rest of my drink, slapped Grant’s back and with my face mostly downcast, I made my way to the one girl who set my soul ablaze.

3: Isabella

Great. I always ended up being the odd woman out. Stella did her best getting me into the dancing and now that men claimed each of them, I naturally faded into the background. With wary acceptance and disappointment, I slowly retreated. Thinking maybe I need something harder to drink. This was pathetic. I might not want to get with a guy but to not even get asked to dance was not making this night better.

Men never seemed to fall over me like that. Except Christopher. Definitely a mistake getting with that guy. I know that now, but it was a bigger mistake thinking I could come here and act normal and have some random, hot guy wanna dance with me. Freaking pathetic.

I was almost off the dance floor when firm hands hooked into my two side belt loops from behind and brought me against a firm body.

Need a dance partner, sweetness?

Holy cow. The guy behind me was nothing but broad muscle and strong hands. He had two fingers hooked in my loops and the other three long fingers I felt on my pubic bone, and they pressed me against his thighs. His body was hard behind me and it was like my whole body lit up.

He must be taller than me. Well, everyone was, but the average guy was only five feet ten inches. Maybe six foot, but when they were behind me, I felt their groin. Not this man. I felt the thick steel rod almost at the middle of my back.

Damn, sweetness. I hadn’t realized you were so tiny compared to me.

His lips skirted passed my earlobe, nipping the edge between his teeth.

Fuck. Me. That little bite sent a sexual bolt of lightning straight down my body until it hit my core. I felt my pussy tighten with arousal. Sweet mother, that voice could rattle cages.

Yeah, well, don’t judge a book by its cover, buddy.

Hmmm...I'll have to remember that, sweetness. For now, let's dance.

Crap. I had no rhythm. At all. Stella was the one who made me look halfway decent.

Uh. No, but thanks anyway. I should just go back to the bar and have some drinks.

Please don't. And don't be afraid when I say this, but I was watching you up here and noticed you weren't comfortable. I can make you feel real comfortable, sweetness. Just one dance.

The song that was playing was fast and I had no idea what to do.

This songs almost over. Don’t worry.

The song finished shortly after he said that and 'Skin’ by Rihanna came on.

Double crap. I couldn't dance to this song with a stranger. It was a sex song.

Is that a blush? Fucking beautiful.

His body began to move against mine, rocking my body and he took a hand and swept the stray hair that had come undone to the side. He dipped and his lips met the groove of my shoulder and I could smell his heady scent fill my nostrils. It was intoxicating. Sensual with a hint of musk and man.

His hands skimmed down and feeling his work-rough hands touch the bare flesh of my shoulder sent tingles throughout my body. Making me feel hyper alert. Gooseflesh sprinkled across my skin and his hands outlined the sides of my breasts which were starting to feel heavy. His hands slowly went down far enough to caress my thighs.

Holy mother, my pussy was aching from his touch. His thumbs hooked between my jeans and silk panties.

Teasing me with unhurried precision. His fingers massaging circles into the pockets…so close to the hood of my already damp vagina.

My head fell back and his breath was hot against my neck.

A small moan escaped my lips and his fingers got bold and traced the zipper seam down and gently circled my clit. It was light and was gone before I could do anything except let out a small cry.

The small orgasm raced through me from the contact and it was enough to make my body mold and press into him. Hits fingers contacted on mine and he groaned against my neck

Was that?

I couldn’t help but nod yes. And the dance became more intimate as he moved my body with his. He tucked his body down just enough for me to feel the hard ridge of his shaft against the cleft of my rear.

I really wanted to see his face now. The first man to make me come just by mere proximity.

Let me turn around, please.

He slightly stiffened, but I felt a heavy sigh skirt over my ear and cheek.

Keeping the closeness, he turned me and a large portion of his face was hidden. His head was bowed and the thick dark locks fell in a swoop over his face.

The side I could see...wow. This guy was so out of my league. Guys like this definitely don’t want girls like me. He looked like some Greek God. But then I could barely see him he was so damn tall. But he was built though like he worked out every day. Wide, broad chest and shoulders, the t-shirt material was stretched lovingly across his chest and the jeans he wore were thin, well-worn and hugged his body like a lover.

He brought me closer and I let the music take over. My arms found their way up and my eyes closed to the rhythm. His hands roamed over my body and I felt my nipples harden. I’ve never danced with a man who knew exactly how to maneuver my body to his.

When they cupped my backside and brought me up and into him, the rock hard erection I felt made my blood simmer. I did this to him. Score!

Could I do as the girls suggested? Have a one night stand? I kinda peeked behind him and saw when Stella, Vero and Shelley noticed me. Their eyes practically popped out of their heads. They couldn’t believe I managed to dance with a guy. A good looking guy, too.

Somehow, I felt triumphant. This guy reacted to me, too. Unless he was thinking about someone else-would suck beyond reason-his hard-on was from being with me.

Focus right here, sweetness. His eyes seared into mine. Intensity and lust fired behind those lashes and I was able to see a line, a scar stretch across his skin. Puckered and almost angry.

My breath must have hitched a second because he let go, right as the song was ending and hurried off.

I’ve never seen anything like it. I wanted to get a good long look at him. If he thought I was put off by it, he was mistaken. I was intrigued and the way he made my body feel was a first for me.

I wanted more.

Isa! Wait up, girl.

But I didn’t. I wanted to see him. I hadn’t wanted the dance to end and maybe that was just my luck that the first guy to ever approach me willingly, and had a good looking bod, too-would just run off.

I thrust my hand in the air and waved at them frantically and did my best to follow him.

However, being short, I lost him in the crowd.

Such an idiot. Of course it would be a sore spot for anyone. Having a scar be the prominent feature on your face could lead anyone to be insecure. Although the way he held himself didn’t show anything other than male, alpha masculinity.

I think I could’ve done it. One night stand with a guy who made my body strike a match and light me up. His scar meant little to me…as did his looks. Although those were always a plus, he made my body come to life before I even got a look at his face. For one night, I could have let go. I was clean. I would have asked if he was and we probably could’ve had hot, hard and fast sex. Then I could move on.

Say I lived dangerously.

Well this was disappointing.

Dammit.

I wasn’t going to stick around to just be a fifth wheel. I pried my way between the crowds and passed the table to the front door. I was starting to feel claustrophobic.

I murmured sorry to someone I shoved out of my way and made it outside.

Air.

Thank God.

I knew I shouldn’t have bothered coming out tonight. I was so out my comfort zone I should have known better. I scared off the only guy there that wanted me. I knew I didn’t imagine feeling his cock against me.

That’s when I realized I didn’t come here by my own car. I rode in with Shelley. She was my ride. Turning around, the bouncer just looked at me with a ‘snooze, you lose’ expression. Great. Now I wasn’t going to be able to go back in.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

At least it wasn’t a deserted street. There was a café just up the road. I would text Shelley when I got there and tell her where to pick me up when she was done.

She told me that she’d never pick up a guy from a club. Those were men who ‘only wanted a bang and leave you with the bill’ type. We’d been good friends since fish year at college and when we graduated, we got an apartment together.

She always came home alone when the three of them went out. I wasn’t as close to the other two as I was with Shelley. She opened me as much as any person could out of my shell. Then I got with Christopher and if was like-bam. I retreated into the couple world where all I thought about was him.

I was about to cross the road when I was grabbed from behind, a hand over my mouth and one wrapped around my waist before I was hauled into a dark alley.

4: Graham

She saw my scar. Great. Now she was going to be scared to look me in the eyes.

I made it back to the bar where Grant was waiting with an amused expression on his face.

What?

You really want her, don’t you?

I sat down and ordered a shot of whiskey.

I did. Then she saw my scar. Or at least a part of it.

Did she run off scared? That’s some shit.

No, I hurried off before I got a firm ‘get the hell away from me’ speech.

Grant shook his head and laughed.

Well, looks like you won’t ever know now.

Yeah? Why’s that?

He pointed off towards the entrance and said, She started following you, but looks like little shorty couldn’t find you in the mass of tallness so she’s leaving.

My eyes scanned around until they laid on her. She sure was in a hurry. I wasn’t ready to see her go. I thought she’d gravitate back towards her friends. Didn’t she know it was dangerous out there? Even as the streets were milling with people anything could happen.

Stupid, silly girl.

Yeah…well, Gray. Here’s your chance. Go rescue her from herself and get laid. She might want it as much as you need it.

Grant, you really are a dick.

Yeah, but my dick stays extremely happy.

I rolled my eyes, paid my tab and bumped his fist as I made my way out of the door. The bouncer, who knew me, clapped my back before saying goodnight.

Hey, Stew, did you see a short, little, stack of dynamite come out?

Yeah, she tried going back in, but rules are rules. She’d have to get back in line and you know how long that is. He pointed to the line what was at least a quarter mile long. She went that way, towards the coffee shop.

Great, thanks.

At least she wasn’t alone in the fucking dark. Rules. A lone girl walking by herself. That’s not right. Even with mace or some type of protection, a man who knew what he was doing could over power her and do God knows what.

I walked that way and passed a small alley when I heard a whimper cry out. What the hell? Sometimes some couples wanted to fuck in this alley. Something quick, but something about that whimper didn’t sit right with me.

I turned and there was my girl, pinned to the wall.

A boiling hot rage settled inside and the next thing I knew, there was blood spattered on my clothes and hands. I shoved this rapist off me and turned to the girl.

She was huddled down with her hands covered her face. Her red blouse had been ripped down the middle and the button of her jeans had been unbuttoned.

Hey there, sweetness. It’s me from the club. I won’t hurt you. My name is Graham. I’m here to help you.

I reached over to her and I thought she’d flinch, but instead, she threw herself in my arms.

Oh, sweetness. Let’s get out of here.

I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. My bike was just down the road. Before I walked back out on the street, I looked around to see if anyone noticed the commotion going on.

Nope. Coast was clear. I did my best to carry her discreetly to my bike. I gently laid her on it and she started shivering.

My name is Graham. What’s yours? I could just keep calling you sweetness.

It’s Isabella.

I grabbed the helmet and placed it over her head.

Let’s get out of here huh? My place is pretty close.

She just nodded and I grabbed my leather jacket out of the bag and I helped her put her arms through. The blouse was rendered useless, and the silk lace bra she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. What I really wanted to do was go back and pound that guy until he didn’t breathe.

Yeah, I left him breathing. A little.

He might be in ICU for a while. Scumbag.

I got on and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. Trust given. Now I just had to make sure that trust stayed on its course.

I lived in a studio apartment close to here and it didn’t take long until I was pulling into the designed garage next to my truck.

I got off and picked her up before making my way into my apartment. Feeling her skin and breasts against my back had my dick begging for a little slap and tickle. Not that she was in any state to have sex, but that didn’t help my body relax. Especially when her hands clutched into my stomach before letting go and when I drove the curves, her gripped tightened and her nails dug into my skin.

I placed her on my couch and she just looked around, dazed.

I don’t do this.

I looked down at her and was surprised to find her looking right at my crotch. Which picked that time to twitch and flex against the material.

Her eyes bulged before I heard a tight swallow.

Don’t normally do what, sweetness?

Then she chuckled awkwardly and looked up into my face. Which she could see bright as day. The long, ugly scar, puckered and angry. But she didn’t look at me with disgust or found my scar unattractive. At least, that’s the way I was going to interpret it until she told me otherwise.

Go home with strange men.

I don’t find myself that strange. It could’ve been worse.

She looked like she was about to crumble in a puddle of tears.

Don’t cry, just wait right here.

I went into my bedroom and grabbed her a t-shirt. I bet it would be better than that torn blouse. If she didn’t want to stay and needed a ride home, I’d give it to her.

Here, I said as I handed her the shirt and I walked over to my liqueur cabinet. I was in serious need of something to calm me down.

She looked at the shirt with wide eyes and then back up to my face. Why are you giving me this?

I motioned to her blouse and she looked down and there it was again. A blush rushed into the front of her skin and her chest, neck and cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

Shit. I’m so sorry. She closed my leather jacket and the thought of the soft leather touching her breasts wasn’t helping the ache settling in my groin. I would love to be that leather.

"It’s okay. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. So you can—

Whoa.

She stood up, stripped off the jacket and her blouse in one fell swoop. My eyes bulged as I saw the full round globes, her nipples tightened into sharp points against the fabric. Maybe it was the cool weather from outside?

Your jeans are also, um…

Fuck. I was speechless. I didn’t peg this girl as a wanton.

Do you not like what you see?

Was this a test? I didn’t see this type of event happening anytime soon. Especially with her being accosted just a short while ago.

What did that guy do to you?

"He didn’t do much. I almost had him-

Whoa. What a fucking second…you almost had him? Then what the hell was all the whimpering about then?

He was withdrawing when you came and tackled him. I took self-defense. And kickboxing. I can handle one guy.

I couldn’t do anything but look blankly at her. She had to be kidding me.

That’s not what it looked like to me. Your shirt was ripped and your jeans busted open.

Yes, well, I tried freeing myself first. He was really strong.

Exactly. And yes. To answer your question. I am totally digging what I see.

Thanks. And thanks for the shirt. That was really nice of you.

My pleasure.

5: Isabella

Stop stalling, girl. Even with the scar on his face, it didn’t take away from all that sinewy muscle and chiseled jaw. His eyes looked so focused. He looked so sexy.

Was I scared when that guy grabbed me? Yes. Yes I was. At first. It took me a moment to get my bearings and he had ripped my shirt clean down the middle. My trainer taught me to make it looked like I was scared and if the bad guy hesitated-take your opportunity. That guy hesitated and just as I was ready to kick his nuts, my dance guy came and tackled him to the ground. He was punching at his face like a butcher put a mallet to meat. When I saw blood, that’s when I got freaked out. I didn’t want to see dance guy beat the other one to death.

Did you even leave that guy alive?

Alive enough to know better next time he even thinks about raping a helpless female.

I told you. I wasn’t helpless.

Graham. He said his name was Graham. That was a nice old fashioned name.

Well, I took care of the situation, didn’t I?

There was no use to this argument. Guys like this would always think females are helpless while they can take care of the big, bad wolf. I wasn’t going to continue arguing with him.

Okay. Yes, you did. Thank you so much.

Now that was over with and I was here…I wanted to see how far I could take this. Open opportunity was knocking.

Why did you send me that drink and why did you dance with me?

Before I went forward, I had to know why he chose me. Even with that scar, it only made him look like a sexy, wounded outlaw.

I mean, the other girls I was with would have been a better match for you. Or any other girl. I was doing my best to be invisible.

That’s why. In your invisibility, I saw you and I liked what I saw. I’ve been with girls like the ones you were with before. They didn’t do anything for me. But one look at you and my dick hardened to steel. Throbbing and begging to fuck you.

Whoa. That was blunt.

Speechless?

I nodded. Why did you keep your face hidden from me?

He looked taken aback. Like he wasn’t expecting me to ask that. His eyes widened and his jaw clicked tight.

You must me blind.

Of course not. But that doesn’t mean you should hide who you are. It’s a part of you. Makes you...you.

Ha. Shows what you know. Since you have no idea how I got this scar, it’s a moot point.

You sure are stubborn. Yes, I did notice you had a scar, but have you looked in the mirror? What girl wouldn’t want you?

Someone who knows my past.

Did you kill, rape or murder anyone?

His face grew tight and almost angry.

No, I haven’t.

"Then what does your past matter? It’s not like I’m asking for a marriage proposal. Or anything more than-

More than what? You really want a one night stand, Isabella?

Did he really have to say it so loud and unabashed?

Damn, you are like a natural born blusher, aren’t you? You’ve never had a one night stand before, have you?

No…so?

Sweetness, one night stands are not for the faint of heart. Fucking all night long. No strings, no number exchanges. Just all night and in the morning you split. You sure you’re up for something like that?

My heart began to race. Was I up for something like that? With him? A night of unbridled passion? I wanted to try.

Yes.

He actually looked surprised at my answer.

It’s not because you feel sorry for me? That you just want a piece of the freak with the scar?

Um…no. Besides I didn’t even look at your face when we were dancing and look what happened. I had an orgasm.

I know. What I wouldn’t have given to see your face at that second. Only thing that gave you away was that little whimper and the way you rubbed my thigh with that tight ass like you were a cat begging to be petted. Do you need petting, sweetness?

I can’t help you’re taller than me. How do I know you can do that all night long?

Why don’t we find out?

Shit. I really was going to do this. He really was such a good looking man. Sexy in the clothes that molded to his body.

How did you learn how to dance?

I didn’t. I just fit you pretty good.

He started walking up to me and I shielded my front with his t-shirt. I held on tight as he stopped in front of me, his eyes were dark brown, almost black. They mesmerized me. The dark obsidian color was hypnotizing.

His hand reached around me and he sifted his hand through my thick mane that had tumbled apart from being shoved against an alley wall. He gripped a small chunk and tugged until my head was bent back, looking right into his eyes.

You look so damn beautiful.

So do you.

Shit. I bet he didn’t want me saying that. His response was to chuckle and shake his head.

You really don’t see it, do you?

I’m just amazed a guy like you, would want a girl like me.

What does that mean?

Graham, even with the scar, you are like hot. How could any girl not want you? You are all buff, tall…perfection.

He hummed and his free hand tugged at the shirt that was my only protection. With a strong grip, he ripped it free from my hands. My bra felt all of a sudden too small in front of his unwavering gaze. My nipples hardened, my breasts again felt entirely too heavy.

The hand that held on to my hair freed itself and went to the back clasp and with just one hand, he freed the globes and they bounced as he threw the material on the couch with the shirt.

With his lust filled stare on my nipples, I wondered what I should do with my hands. I was fisting them at my side, then released them. Fisted. Released. I wanted to touch him. Taking a good look down on his body, the thick bulge was straining against the denim. I knew what I wanted to do now.

6: Graham

Just as I was bringing my hands up to touch the heavy globes of her tits and those hard little nipples that were begging to be licked and bit, her hands found my belt buckle.

She