Claiming Her
By: Alexis Noelle
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Copyright © 2015 Ashley Piscitelli
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Acknowledgements
To all the people that help me I am so very thankful. Just to name a few Rachael Duncan, Stephanie Phillips, Missy Borucki, Desirae Shie, Marisa-Shor, Ariana McWilliams, Beth Cranford, Shelly Shur, and Tbird London. Also to my friends, family, and my husband thank you for you everyday support.
To the readers that love the story and the characters you are my rock stars!
Table Of Contents
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
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Epilogue
Fractured Preview
Shattered Innocence Preview
Chapter One
Jake
“Ugh!” I grunt forcing another rep even though it feels like my arms might give out on me. I stand up and chug half my bottle of water.
“Hitting it hard today, brother?” I turn around to see my friend Hunter smirking at me.
“Yea, I just needed a distraction.” I shake my head. “I had another shit ass date last night.”
He laughs. “What was wrong with this one?”
“She was double fisting the alcohol before they even brought the dinner menus, dude. I mean I’m all for relaxing and having a drink, but holy fucking sloppy drunk.” He arches an eyebrow at me as if I’m overreacting. “You have no idea. I left and she didn’t even notice because she lay down on the piano they had and started to sing some stupid ass Britney Spears song.”
“Shut the fuck up, you’re lying.”
“Nope, I threw cash on the table and got the hell out of there as fast as I could.” I rub the back of my neck trying to work some of the soreness out.
“If your shit is sore you should go see Sam’s friend, Nina. She works at that new place on Tenth Street. My buddy just went to see her and got the works, might even help your blue balls.” He shoots me a knowing look and winks.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I mean, you should make an appointment with her for the full body special. She can help relieve you of more than just muscle pains.” He nudges me in the ribs before walking toward the entrance.
I catch up with him. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah, John just went to see her and came out happier than a pig in shit. After your luck with chicks, you need a sure thing.”
I start to walk toward my car. I have been at the gym since five thirty this morning, and it’s two in the afternoon now. I teach three classes and supervise open gym until noon then I still have to get my workout in.
I can’t get Hunter’s words out of my head, your luck with chicks. I have had some horrible dates. I honestly don’t even know why I’m still trying. Yes, I do. It’s because Lacey wanted me to. Lacey was my friend Mason’s girl. We lost her three years ago to cancer after she and Mason had their daughter, Grace. She saw how closed off I was to girls. I had been burned a bunch of times in the past, and I was just done with trying. She told me not to give up, to find my happiness. Well, easier said than done.
I have dated every girl imaginable. There was the slut. Normally I don’t refer to girls like this but when she asked me how big my dick is and deep throats the hot dog she ordered, I definitely can’t refer to her as Mother Teresa. Then there was the nice girl, which normally isn’t bad until she smacked my hand like a petulant child because I “cussed.” Then there was the booty call, which again wouldn’t have been a bad thing to have sex all the time and no strings, except she was someone else’s booty call. Let’s not forget about the wannabe supermodel, the chick positioned a mirror on the table against the centerpiece so that as she ate she could make sure she still looked perfect. I think the rich bitch might have been the most offensive. We walked into this nice Italian place, and she asked the waiter if they had a chef’s table, because she was a VIP and didn’t want to be mixed in with everyone else. The last girl I dated was the most disgusting chick I have ever met. I do not have the best manners but this chick snorted and made chewing noises more than a damn pig at feeding time.
At this point, I don’t see how going to Sam’s friend could be any worse. I google the number for the place, and they can fit me in at five. I make sure to ask for the full body special like Hunter said, not believing that this is what my life has come to. Am I really going to pay for a rub and tug? I think about the last time I had any decent action. Yeah, I’m totally gonna pay for it.
***
I walk into the spa completely on edge. I am so damn nervous, and I have no idea why. I shouldn’t be anxious about a massage. I give the receptionist my name and sit down on one of the plush chairs. A door opens behind the desk, and this blond bombshell walks out.
“Jake?” My name slides off her tongue and sounds like sex. I stand to try to seem relaxed and not at all affected by her presence. I feel like a damn horny teenager. “You can follow me.”
I do as she says, the hallway is dim, and there is calming music playing softly over the speakers. She stops at a door, and I walk in. “I’m Nina, I’ll be your masseuse. Have you ever had a massage before?” I shake my head no. “Okay, well, are there any areas that you want me to avoid or focus on?”
I have no idea what to say I can't stop looking at her. Her body is slim except for her chest and her hips. Her full bottom lip sticks out as she waits for my answer, begging me to slide my teeth over it. “Whatever you normally do is fine.”
“There are sheets and everything on the table. You can undress and then cover yourself up. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She leaves the room, and I tear my clothes off undressing faster than I ever have before. I slide under the covers waiting for her. When the door opens again, my heart speeds up. She places her hands on my back, and I can feel lotion on them. They are sliding up and down slowly kneading and working my muscles. I feel my dick getting hard and almost laugh out loud at how sexually deprived I’ve been.