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Authors: Lora Ann
Branded (Strand Brothers Series Book 1) (37 page)
When Nik entered the room, I pushed play on the remote and began to swivel my hips to the beat. His eyes widened as his nostrils flared. He looked sexy as sin with the top button of his silk dress shirt undone along with his tie, which simply draped around his neck. Oh, yeah, I was going to use said tie in a while. As he approached, I sauntered forward while I watched his pupils dilate with desire. I used him as a stripper pole and began to do some provocative moves against his body. The eroticism of the moment urged me on. Now his eyes were hooded, and his arousal strained against the zipper of his trousers. Poor baby. Really, I should do something about that.
Unable to stop myself, I knelt before him and tugged the zipper of his pants down with my teeth. All the while, my deft fingers released the clasp and freed his magnificent cock—which already wept for me. I traced the tip with my tongue. That brought forth a groan from him as he fisted my hair. What was it about having such a strong, powerful man at your mercy that brought out the bad girl in us all? And, ooh, my naughty side wreaked havoc up and down his enormous erection. With one hand, I fisted his thick shaft at the root. With the other, I cupped his weighty balls. Then, I used my mouth to lick, suckle, and lightly nip until he erupted down my throat. Ah, his taste was salty, pure male. Yet with Nik’s unique flavor added to it. Mmm, an intoxicating elixir.
I worked my way back up his body as he struggled for control. I shook my head while I pushed him back into the strategically placed winged chair. His eyes widened in surprise. I licked my lips slowly, catching the remains of his zest on my tongue. He watched in rapt fascination and reached for me again. This time I cautioned, “Not until I tell you to.” Of course, he ignored my warning. A sultry chuckle bubbled out of me. “Just remember, you asked for it.”
I drew the tie from his neck and draped it around mine, then proceeded to rub it across my already hard nipples. He leaned forward, and, once again, I went to my knees. Next, I patted the arm of the chair and instructed, “Give me your hand.”
His brow rose as he complied. I wrapped one end of the tie stealthily around his wrist and then the front leg of the chair. Once I ran it underneath, I fastened his other hand in the same fashion. I knew full well if he wanted out of his predicament, all he had to do was flex his deliriously huge muscles. But he didn’t. Instead, he watched me continue to lap dance for him.
First, I pulled the cups of the so called bra down, releasing both breasts. I aptly bounced them in front of him until he captured a nipple. Before I let him take me any higher up the mountain of ecstasy, I leaned back to release my breast from his mouth, causing a
pop
from the suction. I then turned so that my ass was in his face. He playfully bit a cheek, which brought forth a
yelp
from me. As I continued down the path of naughtiness, I placed my bottom against his face. This time he didn’t play. No, he got down to business and laved me from the seam of my butt all the way forward to my swollen clit. “Oh, that feels sooo good,” I purred.
His deep chuckle vibrated against my opening, nearly sending me over the edge. I controlled my orgasm—barely—and eased away. Then, as sexy as possible, I disrobed for him. Once I was completely bare, I sat astride him. He knew where I was going with that move and slouched down into the chair. I grasped his now throbbing penis and used my own juices to lubricate, before inserting him inside me. On a groan, he straightened his legs while I leaned back on them to hold my weight on my hands, which were placed on his shins. Next, I put my feet on either side of his head, giving him a full-blown show.
He growled, “So fucking beautiful.” Then he arched his hips.
After a few minutes, I released his hands. With my knees bent, he held my ass. Now that my hands were free to roam, I caressed his massive bicep with one. With the other, I reached between my spread legs and pleasured myself for him. All the while I held his gaze. His eyes were so dark they looked black. As he picked up the rhythm, he lifted me and thrust deep until an earth shattering climax ripped through our bodies. Both of us cried out each other’s names as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over us.
We made it to our bed eventually, where we continued to explore our naughty sides together. He had once told me that I had “branded” him. But the truth was—it was he that had
branded
me.
Heart.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Play List
When this story came to me, I wanted to quote the song that went with the scripture in the front. Due to copyright laws I was unable to do that; however, the song is: We Fall Apart – We As Human
I’ve Got You Under My Skin – Michael Bublé
We’ll Meet Again – Johnny Cash
One Solemn Hour – Within Temptation
Walk Away – Linkin Park
Before It Began – Olivia Somerlyn
How To Save A Life – The Fray
Just Say Yes – Snow Patrol
Because You Loved Me – Celine Dion
Endless Love – Luther Vandross & Mariah Carey
When A Man Loves A Woman – Michael Bolton
Make You Feel My Love – Adele
Don’t Want To Miss A Thing – Aerosmith
Please Remember Me – Tim McGraw
Who You Are – Lunatica
Wintersong – Sarah McLachlan
I Left My Heart In San Francisco – Julie London
Secrets – One Republic
Fallin’ – Alicia Keys
Acknowledgements
(A.K.A. stuff at the back of a book)
Honestly this is the hardest part for me. I always worry I will leave someone important out. It truly takes a village to bring a book to fruition, so without further ado, let me shout out to some exceptional people.
First and foremost, none of this would be possible without my Lord and Savior. Thank you, Jesus, for showing me what love truly is and for giving me this passion to write, along with all the other amazing gifts you so freely offer.
Of course the love and support of my family also help make this possible. I am truly blessed to have each and every one of them in my life.
To my husband who puts up with all the “extra” people in my head, I love you so much and thank you for all that you do. You mean the world to me.
To my lively and wonderful sons: you each hold a piece of my heart and I love you all more than you can fathom. Thank you for putting up with me and always understanding, “give me just a few more minutes to finish this,” means mom’s in her ‘cave.’
Licensed Private Investigator and Behavioral Analyst, Virginia Braden, I could never fully comprehend the criminal mind without your expertise and advice. You are an incredible lady, and I am privileged to call you friend. I love you, girl.
Please check out Virginia’s website:
There is a special group of ladies who are the ultimate cheerleaders for my work. They tirelessly went over each draft of Branded without complaint. Ladies, I couldn’t have done this without you. I love each of you like a sister. Jenn, Heather, & Angela, from the bottom of my heart—thank you!
This next group helped me catch many of my errors during the proofreading process, and I couldn’t do this without them. Here’s to: Debbie D-R, Stephanie M., Kayla L., Nicole I., as well as Jennifer M., Heather B., & Angela S.
Author Abby McCarthy (who is also a blogger with Up All Night Book Blog) your advice and help for this newbie is much appreciated. Many of these things wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you, so thank you.
I want to give a humongous thank you to my Facebook family who has helped me pimp my teasers. Authors Sam JD Hunt & Kiara Delaney along with Joanna V., Melissa M., Patricia M., Angie R., LJ Newell, & Jan K, you ladies rock!
Also a special shout out to Heather B. & Cindy S. for sharing my posts.
A special note to those blogs you helped in my cover reveal: Book Bangers Blog, BookJunkyGirls, Bound By Books Book Review, Cheekypee reads and reviews, Daydream Believer Book Blog, Enticing Journey, Eye Candy Bookstore, iScream Books, Just The Stories, Livingbetweenbooks, Love Bites and Silk, Novel Seduction, Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock, Reading Past My Bedtime, Renee Entress, Sam Stettner, Sassy Southern Book Blog, Smut Fanatics, The Truth About Fiction Book, Whispered Thoughts, Wild Wordy Women, & Words Turn Me On, thank you!!
To Jesk Krita for hosting my release day party and the authors on their takeovers: Aden Lowe, Brooklyn Taylor, Abby McCarthy, Sam JD Hunt, Gretchen De La O, J M Nash, Salice Rodgers, Jake Malden, Lynessa James, & Debbie White—thank you so much.
A great big thank you to the following blogs for hosting Branded during release day and blog tour: Blimey! Fancy Reading, Foxylutely Book Reviews, Nerd Girl, Sammie’s Book Blog, Scandalous Book Blog, Love Bites and Silk, Smut Fanatics, This Redhead LOVES Books, Book Worms/Book Written Love Affairs, Books A to Z, My Secret Book Spot, read that, There’s This Book, Livingbetweenbooks, Sassy Southern Book Blog, Verna Loves Books, Book Boyfriend Reviews, As You Wish Review, Book Bug Reviews, Books over bros, Books to Breathe, MI Bookshelf, Romance Addiction, Wild Wordy Women, Cheekypee reads and reviews, United Indie Book Blog, Whispered Thoughts, Bound By Books Book Review, Daydream Believer Book Blog, Miscellaneous Thoughts of a Bookaholic, Renee Entress, Crystal’s Many Reviewers, Ramblings of a Book Lunatic, Dusk Til Dawn Book Blog, Eye Candy Bookstore, For the Love of Books, Novel Seduction, & Reading Past My Bedtime.
A special note of appreciation to those of you who reviewed the ARC.
And to the following blogs for release day promos: BookJunkyGirls, Booksessions, Kelly’s kindle konfessions, macs book blog, My Book Inspired Ramblings, My Family’s Heart, Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews, & Red Cheeks Reads—thank you.
An added shout out to Ena & Jennifer at Enticing Journey for helping out this newbie author with the cover reveal, release day blitz, & blog tour, I couldn’t have done this without you.
Please note that none of this would be possible without you, my dear reader. Thank you!
I really hope I haven’t left anyone out here. If by chance I did, my sincere apologies.
About the Author
Lora is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline, before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family, and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.
A Special Note
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Lora Ann
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Other Books by Lora Ann
The Stevens Place
(A standalone novel)
Strand Brothers Series
Bound
(#2)
Coming Winter 2015
Read on for a
preview of Bound (Strand Brothers Series, #2).
Please note the following is subject to change.
Prologue
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What a hellacious week. The need for a little alone time was a must. I loved my brothers and my new sister—well, sister-in-law, to be exact. Aimee was a Godsend for Nik. Never had my brother been so flippin’ happy, that in and of itself was a sight to see. But I needed an escape. No, what I needed was a warm and willing woman. They were a dime a dozen, and, quite frankly, I was bored with them all. The only action I’d seen in the last few months was at Nik’s bachelor party; even then, I only played around. Yes, I made sure she was satisfied, yet there was no fulfillment in it for me. Oh, she offered more than once, but I couldn’t. It was a sad state of affairs when the man who taught others the art of pleasure could no longer find any for himself. That’d be me.
So there I sat back in the shadows to the left in one of my numerous clubs, ruminating over what all of that meant for my future in the business of BDSM, when the dancer on stage caught my eye. Damn she’s a knockout, with a body like Tyra Banks back when she modeled for Victoria Secrets and waist-length black hair—and if I wasn’t mistaken those were mahogany highlights shining in the stage lights. Hello, any red-blooded male would have a hard-on with just that image shimmying in his brain. But it was her moves that held me captive. Fuck. If she swiveled her hips like that again, I would come. She had Christina Aguilera’s dance moves down pat as “Genie In A Bottle” blared out through the sound system. I murmured under my breath, “Sweetness, I promise to rub you the right way.”
As if she heard me, her eyes met mine. Like her body in motion wasn’t bad enough, her face was beyond stunning. For a tall woman she had a delicate, heart shaped face. What I could do with those full lips made me groan with anticipation. Seemed I wasn’t out of the race, after all. This beauty was doing things to my body no other woman ever had. Without forethought, I stood and prowled towards her, not once breaking eye contact. The electricity actually hummed as our bodies drew closer to one another. Unbidden, my tongue snaked out when I finally reached the edge of the stage. She didn’t miss the implication either. I placed my hand on the edge about to hop up and join her when several other dancers joined her on stage. Apology was in her eyes before she turned towards the other girls.