Wild Nights (Eastgate BBW Romance Series Book 1)

WILD
NIGHTS

Elle Gordon

EASTGATE BBW ROMANCE SERIES

Book 1

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Text copyright © 2014 Elle Gordon

All Rights Reserved.

This book is dedicated to my dear friend
, Jess.

-elle

Table of Contents

Josh

The Coffee Shop

Clayton

The Mansion

Going
Upstairs

Fifteen Rooms

The Billionaire’s Room

Burning the Candle

I arch my back high, as I feel his tongue slide deeper in me. There’s something about Josh that always brings me to a royal finish. It could be his lips. They are full and just the right amount of softness as they glide between my legs, pressing against the tender spots of my skin.

“I love the way you taste,
Sierra,” he says right before dipping back and filling me with his tongue once again. We met about a month ago when I noticed him at the bar standing with his friends. He bought me a few lemon martinis– which I’m almost embarrassed to say that I’ve never had– before taking me back to his place and throwing me onto his bed. Josh has a thing for curvy girls, which I am. He told me so, which, at first, was a bit of a turnoff, but the sex was so great that our chemistry overrode his stupidity. We’ve been pretty much doing the same thing since: Josh texts me every few days, I show up trying to wear a different pair of lingerie, but he just slides them off and fucks me all night.

“Do I make you feel good?” Josh asks looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. That’s what he is to me
: a muscular, six-foot puppy dog. In reality, he is the definition of young, dumb, and full of cum. Josh was supposed to be my first one night stand that turned into a month longterm fling. Still, that’s all I really wanted from him, and that’s what he was great at doing.

“
Of course, baby,” I moan as I pet through his dirty blonde hair. “Now I want you to fuck me hard.”

“
Hell yeah!” Josh smiles and springs up to his knees. I can see his perfectly smooth chest and his abs rippling on his stomach. “You ready?”

“I want
you all the way inside of me, baby,” I coo, knowing that frat-boy-talking always turns him on.

“
F
uck
, you get me so hard!” he yells. My eyes wander down to his hard cock pointing straight at me. He slides on a condom and thrusts it in. I can feel his cock fill me up. A warm sensation spreads up my body and Josh flips into missionary position right on top of me. Josh swings his hips, driving deep in and out of me.

“Ah!” I moan as I feel him
slide in and out.

“Fuck,
I love your beautiful ass!” he yells. Then he pulls out of me, panting. “Get on your knees.”

I flip over on the bed with my stomach down and before I can get onto my knees, Josh grabs my hips, forcing me into the doggy position. He bounces up to his knees and my shoves body onto his crotch. I feel his rock hard dick moving between my opening before it rushes inside of me. Still holding onto my hips, Josh pulls me back and forth onto his
hard dick. My hair swings wildly from side to side, so I tilt my head to the left, letting all the strands pull to one side. Josh keeps fucking me as I look up at his chiseled body.

“You like that
?” he asks while smirking at me. It’s all too easy to enjoy getting plowed by a guy with a perfect body and moves to match. The bed squeaks loudly as Josh digs deeper and deeper into me. I can’t take the pressure building up inside of me. His thrusts feel too good and too deep. Finally, I call out uncontrollably as I climax.

“Holy shit!” Josh calls back as he notices me orgasm against me. Quickly, he pulls out, whips off the condom, and grips his dick.

“
Ah
!” I moan again as a rush continues over me.

“
Fuck
!” Josh yells as he finishes, and I see streams of sweat running down his muscular chest. I saw him looking at my breasts as he pounded away. “Damn, you are so fucking sexy.”

“No, you are,” I smile as we crawl over the sheets to kiss. Josh’s tongue sweeps my mouth just as muffled ringing sounds in the room coming from our heap of clothes.

“
Call from: GIRLFRIEND
,” says a robotic voice from inside of the pile. “Call from: GIRLFRIEND.” Josh tries to continue to kiss me, but I pull back.

“What i
s that?” I ask him.

“It’s nothing,” he says
moving toward my lips again, but I push him away.

“
Call from: GIRLFRIEND
,” says the voice again.

“
Do you have a
girlfriend
?” I ask him.

“Uh,” he
replies, seeming to be caught off guard. “No, no, she’s not my girlfriend, just a friend.”

“Your friend who you call your girlfriend on your phone?”

“I mean, ex! She’s my ex.”

I stood up to put my clothes back on
myself. Josh is about as dumb as he was hot.

“What a sham
e,” I say, looking back at his perfect body lying naked on the bed.

“What’s a shame?
” he asks. “Why are you putting your clothes back on?”

“Thanks for the fuck, but I’m not doin
g this with you anymore,” I say. Then I walk toward the door. Josh stands up and put his arms out to his sides.

“Aw, c’mon, baby!”

“Baby?” I ask as I pulled open the door. “Your baby is the one calling. You better answer it before she leaves you, too.”

I
slam the door, leaving him there alone with the phone ringing.

“Sierra!” yells my boss, Lou. “We need more scones!”

I am
deep in the backroom, unwrapping what I can of pastries we seem to be constantly running out of them.

“I’m coming!” I yell ba
ck. Finally, I finish the case and push through the swinging doors. It’s a good thing that I work in a fast-paced environment to keep my mind off of my guy problems. Sure, Josh was just another idiot in the mix, not that I sleep around much. Though I do like to have fun a couple of time a week with a regular guy. So, the reality is, my “guy problem” is that I no longer have a guy– and that’s the problem.

“M
rs. Walden, over there, needs a scone,” my manager Lou explains as I rush beyond the coffee shop counters with pastries on tiny white plates. I find a small, elderly woman sitting at a table.

“Here is your scone, Mrs. Walden,” I say with a smile as I place it onto the counter in front of her. A bustle of people starts maneuvering around me.

“This table is filthy!” yells the old woman with a sour look on her wrinkled face. I examine the table and don’t see any signs of leftover food crumbs.

“I apologize for that, Mrs. Walden,” I respond. “I can get something to wipe it down for you.
”

“With what?” demands the old woman. “One of those awful cum rags you keep in the back room? Go fuck yourself!” She then stands up, grabs one of the scones from my hand, and carefu
lly walks toward the exit. I stand there with my mouth agape when my manager screams at me again.

“
SIERRA
!”

“Coming,” I say, reluctantly, as I circle back around the counters.

“I need you to take the registers,” Lou yells as he runs into the backroom. I look ahead and see a line of angry, impatient people.

“Hangin’ in there?” asks my coworker, Zeda.

“Trying to!” I gasp.

“Just breathe,” she says. “And then get yourself laid ASAP.”

I laugh with her. Little does she know, I just got laid last night. A very, very good lay– that is, if we all dismiss the fact that the guy I was fucking has a girlfriend. Since I recently moved to the city of Eastgate, I have made only a few friends. Zeda and I have gone out for a beer after work before, and she’s good company. However, the store we work at closes at 3pm, so usually this is just for an afternoon drink, which is the worst time to flirt with guys.

“How can I help you today?” I ask while smiling to a
n overweight man with a stained shirt standing in front of the counter.

“You can help me
,” he grunts. “Give me one of them sweet ones with your face on it.” He smiles showing a row of yellow teeth.

“Oh, sir, you’re making me blush,” I say
without trying to sound obvious that I’m completely repulsed by him. I’m always too nice to people who are being rude to me.

“When are we gonna hit out on a date
, doll?” grunts the man with the stains. “I like a big woman… I’ll show you a fun ass time!”

“Uh…” I look for something to say
something to reject him without pissing off my boss.

“
Excuse me,” says a voice behind the man with the stains. I look up to see a handsome man in a black designer suit and red, silk tie. His hair is perfectly trimmed, and his voice is smooth and sexy. “I’m sure this beautiful girl here doesn’t enjoy spending time with a man who can’t speak or dress himself.”

“
What did you say, buddy?” the stained man grunts.

“It means,” starts the
man in the suit. “When you are addressing a lady, you act like a gentleman… especially when you look like you haven’t bathed in a week.”

“Fuck you, man
!” he yells.

“No, sir,” the man in the suit
replies. “There isn’t a chance in hell that you and I will ever be fucking.”

With that, the
stained man steps out of the line and scurries toward the door. He looks back and flips off the man in the suit before running outside. The customers in the store begin to gasp and smile at one another.

“Thank
you,” I say while looking wide-eyed at the handsome man in the suit. “I’ve never seen someone do something like that before.”

“It’s no problem at all,” says the man.

“I would get you a coffee on the house,” I say. “But my boss is kind of a hard ass.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I’ll have a twenty ounce coffee, black.”

“Coming right up,” I say, smiling.

The rest of my shift goes by quickly. As the customers start to die down, Lou approaches me.

“We’re slow right now,” he says. “Why don’t you go home for the day to save some hours?”

“Any chance I can stay?” I ask him. “I could really use some money right now.”

“Sorry, Sierra,” Lou says. “Ca
n’t this week; I’m saving up to go on vacation. You can take your share of the tips and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

I look into the dismal tip jar. It is vis
ible from the top that there is only about ten dollars inside. Sighing, I decide not to bother to take any and I go to the back, grab my purse, and head out the door. As I walk into the parking lot, a voice calls behind me.

“Hello there,
” I look back to see that it’s the man in the black suit smiling at me. He is sitting on a green chair on the patio in from of the coffee shop, reading the paper.

“Thank you, again,” I say as I approach the man.

“I’m just trying to keep this town how it’s supposed to be,” smiles the man as he stands up. He steps forward, and we are extremely close. Usually, I would step back, but I like being this close to a man this good looking.

“And how is this town
supposed to be?” I ask, coyly.

“Well,” starts the man. “It’s quaint and friendly… but there’s also a hidden side.”

“Hidden? Like in a cave somewhere?” I joke.

“Ye
ah, I guess you could say that,” he says, laughing a little. “Finding the secret, dark things can be the most fun. So, where are you headed?”

“Home, I guess.
”

“No
crazy parties downtown for the night?”

“I wish,” I say laughing. “My boss just let me go for t
he day early, so I don’t have any money to do anything else.”

“
I’m Clayton Hawthorne,” he says, extending out his hand. “And you are?”

“Hi,
Clayton,” I say as I receive his hand to shake it. His palm is large and smooth. It feels very masculine but also like no other man’s touch I had felt before. “I’m Sierra Clarke.”

“P
retty name for a pretty face,” he says, smiling as we let go from our handshake. “So, Sierra, pardon me for being direct, but are you single?”

“
Yep, I’m single girl,” I say, blushing. “You?”

“
Same; they call me eternal bachelor,” he smiles.

“Do you like it that way?” I ask.

“I guess I must.”

“I see.
So what do you do? Throw wild parties downtown?”

“
Sort of,” Clayton laughs. “But I’m afraid that my real job is much less fun.”

“
Sort of?” I ask. “How do you sort of throw a wild party?”

“Let’s just say that you have to be
very
open minded in order to attend one of my parties,” he says.

“I see,” I say, not sure of what he really means by that.

“Well, Sierra, it was very nice meeting you,” Clayton shakes turns around and grabs the newspaper, folding it back as if he just picked it up from the stack.

“So that’s it?” I ask in confusion. “
You aren’t going to invite me?”

“Did you want to come?” he asks. “I’m telling you, these get pretty crazy.”

“Maybe I like getting crazy,” I reply.

“Okay, then,” Clayton starts as he extends his palm. “Sierra, would you like to come to my party?”

“I would love to come to your party,” I say as I place my hand on top of his.

“It’s tonight at ten. Where something black and sexy,” he says handing me a card. I flip it over to see a phone number written on it.

“What’s this for?” I ask.

“Call that number tonight,” Clayton says as he walks toward the parking lot. “My driver will come pick you up when you are ready.”

Driver
? Did he say
driver
? I feel my heart pumping fast with excitement. It’s funny sometimes how life starts to go sour, and all of a sudden everything begins to look up. Then, again, I wonder what this party will be like.

“See you tonight!” I exclaim as he walks toward his
car. Clayton unlocks the sleekest, sexiest car I have ever seen. It looks European, and when I looked over, I realize that it’s a Bugatti. “Nice car!”

“Thanks,” he smiles. “You’
d look good in one of these.”

Then he ducks down into the driver’s seat, closes the door, and speeds away.