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  In The Mix

  Copyright © 2014 Jacquelyn Ayres

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  Editor: Rebecca J. Cartee, Editing by Rebecca

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  ISBN: 978-0-9863069-0-7

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

  *This book contains strong language and graphic sexual situations. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18.*

  Table of Contents

  Also by the author

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty- Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Coming Soon!

  Rescue Breathing by Zoe Norman

  Ransom by Faith L. Lynn

  Jag by Stevie J. Cole

  Also by the author

  The Lost & Found Series

  Goodbye Caution, Book 1

  Goodbye Secrets, Book 2

  Goodbye Uncertainty, Book 3

  The One

  The GEG Series

  Under Contract, Book 1

  For Susan Powers, my aunt, who was taken from this world far earlier than anyone should. Your strength, struggle, humor, and most of all, your kindness has had a bigger impact on my life then you ever imagined it would. I am beyond grateful for the lessons I learned from you in the short seventeen years you were in my life. The greatest lesson was that of friendship; to see the person within and not what everyone else sees on the outside. My life has been blessed with the most wonderful friendships because of it. Thank you. I love you and I miss you.

  Ps. Sorry for the snail mail, next time I’ll use a Ouija board. ;)

  For Wendy Colby, my friend, you inspire me every day. You know, they say that everyone has a choice of how they could handle the things that life throws at them, and I do believe that. However, some people, like you, are just born with the right stuff. The stuff that makes you strong without ever really trying. I see it every time I talk to you. It’s in your concern for others, the excitement you find in things, especially your books, and your continuous dreams of the future. And when things do get to you, I love that you have a double barrel salute up, through your tears, while you blow raspberries at life. Supergirl. I love you. No one and nothing will ever snuff out that light you walk around with—it’s too bright.

  Thank you for all of your help with our Shannon. And it is an honor to be your CiCi (Goddamn it!).

  And finally, to everyone else who has been affected by MS (Multiple Sclerosis) whether personally having it or watching the people you love suffer from it, I ask you to join me by raising your fists up like MS is standing in front of you. Let those birds fly and yell with me:

  FUCCCCCKKKKK YOOOOOUUUUU!

  I look up from my laptop as soon as I hear the door to my office slam open. “He’s not here, miss!” Erica practically yells at the woman charging through the threshold.

  “My name is CiCi, bitch—remember that shit!” she barks at Erica before bringing her attention to me. “Where is he? Where is that dickless son of a bitch?” She charges towards me.

  Holy shit—she’s fucking hot!

  “Who are you talking about?” I get up and walk around to the front of my desk.

  “Mitch—motherfucking, pussy breath, ballless wonder of the world—Colton!” she yells in my face.

  Her eyes are gorgeous.

  She smells incredible.

  That fucking mouth on her . . .

  I widen my stance due to unforeseen circumstances. “He’s not here. Can I leave a message for you?” I lick my lips, fighting the urge to nip at hers.

  “What the fuck are you smirking at?”

  “Do you want me to call security, Kyle?” Erica pipes up from the doorway. Talk about a delayed reaction.

  “No, Erica, close the door; we’ll be fine.” I command without averting my eyes from this woman’s gorgeous ones.

  “Ha! You may want that security, Kyle,” she laughs threateningly.

  “Yeah?” I get closer to her, breathing in her face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful . . .” I trail off. The tension in her face lightens up for a moment and, as if she remembers, she furrows her brow.

  Oh shit! Oh shit!

  She has my balls!

  Don’t yelp like a girl.

  Don’t yelp like a girl.

  “You have a really nice set of balls here, Kyle.” She leans in near my ear. “I’m pretty sure you want to keep them. I’m also pretty sure they sound fantastic slapping the ass of whomever you are fucking. If you want to keep it that way, I suggest you tell Mitch that he had better call me or I will not only rip your balls off, but his as well. Capisce?” She lightens the grip. All I can do is nod and try my hardest not to get a full-on erection. But then . . . she gives me a soft caressing rub.

  I may have just groaned.

  “Feel good?” she whispers in the most seductive tone I’ve ever heard in my life. “It won’t feel like this anymore if I don’t hear from Mitch, you got me?” she threatens and, good God, gives me another squeeze. “I will have your balls, Kyle!”

  I can confirm right now—she already does.

  I want her.

  Before I can say another word, she lets go of me and leaves my office as quickly as she arrived. I pick up the phone and dial Mitch. I’m not wasting a single moment. What the hell did she say her name was? She said it. I was just too busy being hypnotized by her eyes for it to register.

  “Hey, Kyle,” Mitch answers.

  “Mitch—holy shit!”

  “What’s the matter, man?”

  “I just met the woman of my dreams!”

  “What?”

  “She came in here looking for you. Well, to rip your head off. Christ, she’s gorgeous! She’s got long, dark brown hair, a nose ring, and those eyes, Mitch—her fucking eyes. They’re green like fucking emeralds, man! Shit, I bet she has a hot tattoo in a hot place! I want to find that tattoo, Mitch.” I finally take a breath and wait for his response.

  “CiCi?” he asks after a moment.

  “CiCi,” I sigh.
He laughs. “Mitch, this is no joke. She left here not five minutes ago, and I’m completely obsessed,” I say, getting lost in my thoughts of her.

  “What did she say to you?”

  “Man . . . I don’t know. She had me by the balls—literally had her fingers wrapped around my balls! Her hand fit them good, Mitch,” I state, the desire to have her hand there again, growing in me. “At times it was a little painful, I have to admit, but my balls were made to fit in her palm. Mitch,” I take on a more serious tone. “I have found the keeper of my balls, Mitch. I’m ready to hand them over. Who is she? An ex of yours?” I ask, ignoring his roar of laughter.

  “No. She’s Charlotte’s sister.”

  “Did you patch things up with her? Please tell me you did,” I beg.

  “Yes. Well . . . sort of.”

  “What do you mean, sort of?”

  “We haven’t discussed things yet.”

  I sit at my desk and start doing a google search on her. What? I’m just going to check her out on Facebook and stuff. “Well, discuss, make up, and tell me where I’m meeting you guys for drinks tonight,” I say quickly as I click onto her page.

  “Drinks?” Mitch asks.

  “Yes, drinks. You, me, Charlotte, and CiCi.”

  “A double date?” he asks apprehensively.

  “Yeah! Shit. Mitch, is CiCi involved with anyone?”

  “I don’t know, actually—I don’t think so.” He hesitates for a moment. “You sure you want this, man? CiCi’s sort of different. I mean, in a good way—like crazy or eccentric.” He hesitates again. “She has no filter, man. You’re kind of straitlaced.”

  “Yeah, I’m boring, Mitch—thanks to you!” I say. “I wasn’t always like this, by the way. Maybe I need someone without a filter.”

  “All right, man, I’ll see what I can do.” He takes in a deep breath and exhales loudly.

  “Great! Call me and let me know!”

  “You got it. But before you go, I want to get one thing straight.”

  “What’s that?”

  “What’s my name again?” he asks then laughs.

  “What?” I ask a little confused but then I realize what he’s referring to. “Oh, that’s easy. It’s dickhead!” I hit him with a delayed, yet witty comeback. He’s quiet for a while. “Dude? You there?”

  “Yeah. Sorry. So, I’ll text you the time and place.”

  “Thanks, man! Later!” I say then hang up. I settle in to studying her timeline.

  Oh yeah, I want her.

  No. I’m not being a creep.

  Really? She just had my balls in her hand!

  That’s what I thought.

  *Smirk*

  Carry on . . .

  Ever have a nosy neighbor? Maybe a family member? Somebody who was always in your shit because they thought it smelled funny like, like—scandal?

  I have several of those people in my life, but the most annoying one is my fucking mail lady. Nosy bitch!

  Here she comes, up my walkway with her fucking frizzed out please don’t dye me again red hair. I know what she has in her hand. She knows what she has in her hand.

  So much for discreet shipping!

  I open the door before she can embark on her annoying melody of ring, knock, ring—must be fucking OCD. “Mrs. Magee!” I say cheerfully with a slight hint of stink-eye.

  “Carissa Catherine O’Brien?” She looks down at the package, asking.

  She’s known me my entire life.

  “Yes, Mrs. Magee, I haven’t gotten the sex change yet nor am I in the witness protection program.” My pleasantries can only last so long. She’s past my ten-second mark.

  “You have a package here.” She darts a suspicious eye up at me.

  “You don’t say?” I step out and look at it in her hands. “From whom?”

  “It has no name of the company.” She clears her throat and adds a disapproving look.

  Does she really think she’s going to embarrass me? Me?

  Bitch, puhlease!

  “Ooh . . .” I widen my eyes. “Why, Mrs. Magee, I bet this is from that dildo company I order from!” I tap her hand excitedly.

  Mrs. Magee shifts from foot to foot—a bit uncomfortable, I might add.

  But no—that’s not enough for me!

  “I’ve been waiting on this one!” I take the package. I lower my voice. “This is my new toosh-trainer anal vibrator.”

  Mrs. Magee gasps.

  “It’s the intermediate one. I’ll only have one more to go before I can finally take some nice cock up my ass. I’m so excited!” I bounce a little for emphasis.

  Mrs. Magee places her hand over her heart and stammers over her words. “Hav . . . va . . . nice . . . d-day,” finally comes out before she heads down my stoop. She steps and turns. “Here’s the rest of your mail.” She hands me the stack. She then races (at an elderly pace) back to her mail van.

  Some bitches be crazy, yo!

  I definitely be one a dos bitches.

  No. I’m white.

  That was me, living the thug life for a sec.

  I wave as Mrs. Magee pulls out of the driveway. She shakes her head at me and then heads to the next house. Well, that was fun . . .

  I walk back in and glance at the clock on my cable box. I don’t have to be back at Bark Avenue for another hour. Hmm . . . what to do for an hour? I could clean. Nope. I could pay bills. With what? I really should just be the smart consumer that I am and test this bad boy out! Get it out of the way . . . off the list of things to do! “Yes!” I agree and kick off my sneakers as I head into my bedroom with my new “friend.”

  I sit on my bed (still not made so like, hello!—tell me that’s not a sign!) and open the white package. My tongue licks my lips at the anticipation. This is supposed to be the motha of all vibrators! I am supposed to see stars and have a permanent smile on my face.

  I slide it out of the package. “Now this is what I’m talking about!” I stare at it in all its magnificent glory. Purple silicone—soft to the touch. Yeah, I said purple. What? It’s my favorite color! Look at all of these settings! I reach into the package, grab the batteries they supply, (cuz’ there good like that, ya know?) and slip those puppies in. I hit the first button. “Holy shit!” This thing is gyrating in circles. I hit the arrow to up the tempo. My eyes grow wider. I hit it again. It’s off! No, I mean like . . . ride ’em cowboy! I hit the other button and the rabbit ears spring to life.

  I may be a little scared.

  All I can think of when I look at this silicone swinging meat is a rodeo. No! A rodeo bar where you get on that fake bull and have to try to stay on. You’re holding on with one hand. The other arm is up in the air, swinging around in a circle? That’s what my new vibrator is doing. It’s an arm, swinging around for balance. I turn it off and stare at it some more. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I think of this one-armed bastard swinging around inside of me like a disco ball at a party.

  Ohhh . . . imma ‘bout to get my groove on . . .

  I place it gently on the bed then proceed to tear my yoga pants down like there’s a gun at my head. I whip my top off and flop onto my back. “Ok, Ceese . . . who is the lucky guy today?” Marky Mark? No. Although I’m sure I’ll get some ‘good vibrations’! Kyle . . . Shut up, Ceese! Henry Cavill. He is super, but no.

  Damn the way he kissed me the other night!

  Kyle it is! I close my eyes and think about the way he pinned me up against my door. He was in my face, all angry and sexy and . . . and . . . fuck the way he smells! I don’t even remember half the shit he was telling me. Something about how when he knows what he wants, he goes after it until it’s his. All I could do was stare at his lips, wondering when the fuck he was going to do something better with them, like kiss me. There was something else on my mind as my eyes took in the scruff on his face. Being the classy lady I am, I told him what was on my mind. “This,” I touched the stubble across the right side of his jawline, “is going to feel so good rubbing against my pussy whe
n you’re eating the fuck out of it.” Yeah. I totally fucking said that! I couldn’t believe it, either. I mean, of course, I have no problem saying shit like that. Just not to guys like Kyle. Good guys that I don’t belong with.

  What did he do? He smirked. He’s a smirker—that one. Then he eskimo kissed me. Yeah, weird, right? He softly kissed my eyelids then leaned in to my ear and said, “I don’t do one-night stands, beautiful.” He kissed my cheek and lingered there for a moment. Just when I thought he was pulling away, readying himself to leave, he palmed my face, and said, “One night could never be enough with you, so I’d like to leave you with something to think about. Something, I hope, will encourage you to consider a chance with me.” It was dark, but I could still see how crystal blue his eyes are. I just stared into them—cemented to the ground. His palms held my face with a bit more aggression and then . . . he laid the mother of all kisses on me.

  Slowly, I let my hands travel up to my nipples. I roll and pull on them as I think about the way his tongue swirled around in my mouth. The way he sucked at my bottom lip and dove his tongue back in for more.

  I hated it.

  I hated every moment that I loved it!

  Fuck!

  I reach over and grab Purp. What? He’s purple and the way he moves around makes him a little suspect. You know what I mean?

  I spread my legs and guide Purp down my center. Yup, no lube required this session! I thrust Purp inside quickly; encouraged by the memory of the way Kyle’s tongue plunged into my mouth. Faaaaccck! My overzealous movement now requires a moment of acclimation. Holy crap! I wonder if Kyle has a big dick. Does it wiggle around like Purp does?

  Shaking my thoughts away, I feel around Purp with my right hand trying to find the magic rodeo buttons. Finally! “You got eight seconds, Purp. I’m gonna time this shit!” The rabbit ears are working a good rhythm at my clit. It’s time to disco, do the hustle, shake my groove thing—whatever! Let’s see what this bad boy can Holy . . . mother . . . of . . . God!! “Oh hell fucking yeah!!”

  Seven seconds flat.

  You know what I’m talking about.

  I may be whimpering a little as I come down from this. My toes are still curled almost as if they know just to stay that way cuz’ I ain’t done! I calm my breathing, gathering energy up for the next round. Everything is finally quiet in my head.