Friday, 21 July 2017

#New: The Southern Nights Series by M. Never

I don’t waste a second ripping Laney’s shirt off, or her bra for that matter. Her skin is fucking beautiful, and so, so soft. I trail my tongue down her neck as I massage one of her breasts in my hand. I suck her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue, causing it to pebble. “Kam,” she moans as I lavish each breast, her hands gripping the strands of my hair. If she thinks that feels good, just wait. I move farther down until I reach the button of her jeans. I pop it open and Laney pushes herself up on her elbows. “Kam.”
“Don’t worry, I heard you when you said you weren’t going to sleep with me. Doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good other ways.” I grin devilishly. I don’t even wait for a response as I suck on her flesh. Laney lies back down as I remove her pants, then her cotton underwear with little stars without delay. I wanted Laney naked, and that’s exactly how I’ll have her. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” I drop down, placing light kisses below her belly button at the same time rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her body bows and a little moan escapes her mouth. Laney spreads her legs, and I take it as an invitation. In my world, there’s more than one way to fuck. I replace my finger with my tongue without any warning and slash at Laney’s flesh. She suddenly gasps, “Oh, God.” Working my mouth as Laney squirms I build her up to exactly where I want her. Wet and wanton and trembling under my command.
After a few heat-induced minutes, I go in for the kill and slide one finger inside her. She bucks her hips and grabs at the headboard as I lick and finger her into an orgasm. Her muscles clench so sweetly as she screams my name while she detonates on the bed. Her body seizing as her climax takes hold. Once I’m satisfied I have wrung out every drop of her arousal, I kiss my way back up her body. She locks her arms around my neck and hooks one leg around mine, sighing contentedly. She’s not the only happy one. I’ve never enjoyed giving pleasure as much as the person receiving it. Everything with Laney is different. I spend the next few minutes exploring Laney’s sated body, running my fingers along the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Her exotic scent filling my senses. She feels so good, so right.
“My turn, all-star.” Laney sucks on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Your turn for what?” I murmur.
“To play.” She slips her hands between us and unbuttons my fly. She’s not going to get any arguments from me. I roll off Laney and allow her to remove my pants, underwear and all. “That’s better. Level playing field.” She gropes me with her eyes. I eat up the fact she loves my body. She then shifts off the bed and kneels on the floor. Laney naked and on her knees nearly makes me combust. I slide forward, planting both feet on the ground, Laney smack dab between my legs. I slide my fingers into her hair and kiss her reverently. I don’t think she has any idea how much she means to me. But I’m going to do my best every day to tell her.
Laney runs her hands along my chest and over my abs. Her fingers outlining my six pack. Her touch is electric; it has every one of my nerve-endings humming. When she grazes my erection, it forces a moan from my throat. I’m over-stimulated and sensitive as hell. Laney breaks our kiss as she holds my cock tightly, all the blood rushing to the tip of my head. I’m nothing but sensation as she takes me in her mouth. She swirls her tongue and sucks hard, causing me to see stars. I grip her hair as she swallows me over and over until I’m dangling right over the edge. “Laney,” I grit out trying to warn her my climax is coming, and soon. She only sucks harder and faster causing all my muscles to stiffen. “Fuck, baby.” I choke.
Seconds later I explode, the whole world falling away, as I come violently in her mouth. I fall back on the bed completely drained as Laney licks up every drop of my orgasm.
“Come here.” I hold my arms out, half conscious. I just need to hold her. Laney climbs up over my naked body and snuggles up against me. “Mmmm.” I love having nothing between us. Laney and I just lounge, stroking and caressing each other in comfortable silence. A guy could totally get used to this.
“We better get dressed,” Laney disrupts the silence way too soon.
I know she’s right, my mom will be home soon, but I’m just not ready to let her go. “One more minute.”
She humors me.
“Yeah, Kam?”
“If I never played football again, would that be okay with you?” I don’t know what spurs the question. Old demons, maybe.
Laney stops tracing my stomach and lifts her head to look at me. Her hair is a bit messy and there is a red-streaked strand falling over her right eye. “Of course it would. I don’t care that you play football, Kam. I only care that you’re happy.” I nod. I only care that she’s happy, too. “And I have complete faith you’ll play football again. The question is, do you want to?”
“More than anything.” I don’t even hesitate.
“Then you will.”
“I hope so.” I stare at the ceiling. I don’t know how one aspect of my life can be so perfect and the other be such a mess.
Laney lies back down and hugs me tight. Her touch alone is medicinal. “My father was watching this football movie the other night. I don’t know the name of it,” she starts.  “I was only half paying attention. But I remember the coach being interviewed by a reporter. She asked what his team was missing. I guess they weren’t very good or something.”
“What was his reply?” I ask, intrigued.
“Heart. He said they were missing heart.” She looks up at me. “Do you have heart, Kam?”
I stare at Laney. Do I? I thought I did. But ever since the aneurysm, heart seems to be missing.
“I used to.”
“Where is it now?”
I smile at her stupidly. “In my arms.” 



Kamdyn Ellis is the man.
Mr. All-Star athlete and resident bad boy. #7 quarterback on the field, and #1 player off.
Every guy at school wants to be him, and every girl at school wants to date him. Well, except Laney Summers that is. The sassy city girl is the only one immune to Kam’s clear blue eyes and arsenal of southern charm. But when a debilitating injury sidelines Kam’s future and ability to play football, it’s Laney who is tasked to be his tutor while he recuperates at home.
The chemistry between Kam and Laney is undeniable, and after months of ignoring what’s clearly evident, Laney gives in. Allowing herself one night with Kam, no strings attached, no commitment to speak of. Alone, under the stars, on the fifty-yard line, Kam and Laney set out to discover if what they have is real, or just one steamy southern night.

The Southern Nights series is a compilation of three novellas following the story of Kam and Laney, an all-star football player destined for greatness and the sassy city girl who challenges him on every level. This collection is steamy, fun, flirty and full of heart! 


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M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.  She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers.