ALL FIRED UP (Black Halo #2)
by Madelynne Ellis
Published by Mischief on December 18th, 2014
All Fired Up is the follow-up to New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Madelynne Ellis' scorching rock star romance novel, All Night Long, and is the fourth novel about the band Black Halo.
Suggested reading order:
Come Undone (Rock Hard #1)
All Night Long (Black Halo #1)
Remastered (Black Halo #1.5)
Come Together (Rock Hard #2)
All Fired Up (Black Halo #2)
‘You’re insane,’ Ginny insisted, once they were out of the shop. She opened the little case again. She couldn’t help herself, it was impossible not to look at the thing, even though part of her still rebelled at the notion of accepting it. ‘I could probably pay for a year’s worth of tuition with this.’
‘Do you need to pay for a year’s tuition?’
She shook her head. She’d money saved up to pay her way, and even if she hadn’t. ‘I wouldn’t let you pay them even if I did. I don’t want to be your kept woman, Ash.’ Travel expenses and hotel bills were different. They were only necessary due to his silly rules. Otherwise she’d have happily been holed up on the tour bus with him.
‘What about being my love slave?’
‘If anyone’s going to be a love slave, it’ll be you.’
‘OK,’ he agreed, surprisingly readily. ‘Buy me a collar and you can keep me instead.’
Ginny laughed. As if he’d ever obey an order, and she wouldn’t really want him too anyway. She liked the tug o’ war between them, both of them pulling in different directions, and sometimes one coming out on top and sometimes the other. ‘I think your tastes might be out of my budget ranges,’ she told him, though he would look nice in studded collar of the variety Xane sometimes wore.
‘Nah,’ Ash drawled, moving in close so that his thigh pressed against hers. ‘I have very basic expectations: a solid breakfast, the cartoon network and lots of mind-blowing sex. See, very inexpensive.’
Obviously he’d never had a minor heart attack over a cable bill. She closed the lid on the little box, realising that in some respects their life experiences were as far apart as the sun and moon. He seemed to catch on to her sudden sense of melancholy, because he folded his hand over the box and then wiggled his nose against hers Eskimo style.
‘If I wear this, you’ll risk cutting your tongue to shreds when you’re licking,’ she told him.
His soulful blue eyes lit at the mention of licking, and the corners of his lips inched upwards, until a wicked grin had spread across his face. ‘That’s a risk totally worth taking.’ He let out a warm slow breath. ‘I want to lick you now, Ginny. I want to see you wearing this jewellery and not a whole lot else, and I want to suck your clit until you come so hard your bones are like jelly.’
He washed away her moment of despondency in an instant. Ash and his tongue were legendary, and hell, if she didn’t know first-hand that the legend had sprung up for a reason.
‘I’m not sure the middle of a street in broad daylight is the ideal spot for that,’ she remarked, attempting to sound scandalized in order to disguise her excitement at the mere possibility. ‘I mean, I know Xane’s no respecter of public decency, but I thought Danger Mouse was more prudent.’ While her friend Dani might not say a whole lot about what she and Xane got up to together, the world press hadn’t been nearly so circumspect – sex overlooking the ocean, sex on a train, and masses on the beach. Sometimes she wondered if they’d snatched the wrong men and ought to arrange a swap. She’d have no issues with Xane’s propensity for scandalizing the nation, or his rather fluid sexuality, and Dani would adore Ash for attempting to keep her out of the limelight. They’d have a lovely rural home somewhere together, where they’d rear twenty-three kids with increasingly ridiculous names and have hops growing from the roof.
Except, Xane was damned high maintenance, and Ash could make her melt just by crooking his little finger.
‘I’m not sure we’ve been watching the same show.’ He laughed, and plucked the little box from her hand. ‘And for the record, Xane doesn’t have a monopoly on doing it out doors.’
‘Oh, yeah,’ she said stepping in front of him, and dragging him down to her level by snatching hold of his T-shirt. ‘Gonna prove that to me, stud?’ She couldn’t even persuade Ash to be seen publically with her. Today didn’t count. He was pretending to be Danger Mouse and not Ashley Gore, super-hot love machine from the global trailblazers of gothic rock, Black Halo.
She danced her tongue against his, making him groan so hard, her jelly-legs over the prospect of him actually getting her off somewhere he shouldn’t were at least fifty per cent more steady than his.
‘You challenging me?’ he gasped, when she gave him a second in which to breathe. ‘You really want to risk being arrested, seen and totally blowing our cover.’
‘I want you to get down on your knees, lift up my skirt and at put your mouth where it matters, but I think you’re a big chicken.’
‘Is that so?’
‘Sheesh!’ He made a whistling noise through his teeth. ‘You’re a bad influence, Ginny Walters. I don’t know if my mum’s going to approve of you. She might think you’re a bit wild.’
Oh, bugger! It didn’t look as if this conversation was headed in quite the direction she’d like.
‘If I do it, will you wear the bauble I bought you?’ Ash asked, flashing her the most outrageous grin as he thrust the ball firmly back in her court.
‘Sweetheart, if you bring me off using just your tongue, then I’ll let you put it in place.’
He seemed to grasp the gravitas of that offer, because he made a choked kind of sound that might have been, ‘baby.’ She was glad he got it, because to date she’d only trusted herself and her piercer to get that intimate with her anatomy.
‘Where?’ he said. ‘Cause we need to find somewhere right now.’ He tugged at his long hair, as he turned a full circle, seeking out the perfect venue. The street full of shops didn’t yield an immediate answer.
‘Here,’ Ginny replied, tugging him towards a narrow alleyway sandwiched between two of the cramped mediaeval buildings. She prayed it lead to a dead-end and didn’t turn out to be a convenient short-cut between two major thoroughfares. As luck turned out, it led somewhere even better, onto a quiet church yard, with mossy weathered stones and black lead railings. She took a good look around to make sure they weren’t being observed—there was no one about, though the church doors stood open so it was obviously in use—before darting beneath the catkins of an enormous weeping willow.
Ash prowled in behind her, shedding his leather jacket as he walked. He let it fall upon the twigs and dry earth. God, he looked hot in that T-shirt, like he was about to rip his way out of it at any minute, it fit so well.
Ginny slowly backed up until her back hit the tree trunk.
‘Show me,’ he demanded.
Provocatively, she inched her hem up her bare legs, showing first her knees then the curves of her thighs, then just the merest glimpse of her panties.
‘More,’ he mouthed, his face filled with hunger. ‘Show me more.’
She lifted the hem another centimetre, which wasn’t nearly enough for Ash, who dropped onto his knees before her and snuggled up against her thighs.
‘My lady needs to be bare. I can’t see anything with these ugly things in the way.’ He hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties, which for the record weren’t ugly but black and lacy, and then drew them down her legs, so they hung around her thighs. ‘That’s better.’ His tongue found her sweet spot, flicked over the base of her barbell and then the underside of her clit, proving categorically that she could go from a wee bit horny to oh-my-God-give-it-to-me-now-or-I’m-going-to-die in under a second.
Of course, this being Ash, he was merely saying hello. No sooner did he have her pulse racing, he was backing off and letting her steam while he explored first the other end of her piercing, and then the bits of her thighs that normally sat exposed above her stocking tops. Ginny shoved the heel of one hand into her mouth to stifle her own groans. He raised goose bumps across her skin, and made her squirm against him with need.
Ash Gore had a mouth made for sin. More specifically it was expertly engineered to make licking a thing of absolute beauty. The really killer part was that he got off on wiggling his tongue into naughty places.
‘Are you gonna draw this out?’ she asked, praying the answer was no, because, honestly, she didn’t want to wait.
‘It’s impolite to dive right in. I need to say hello to all my favourite bits first.’
He had too many favourite bits, apparently. Her toes curled when he nipped the base of her belly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, when he sucked and then worked his tongue against her swollen lips. When finally got back to her jewel and the sensitive nub it rested against, she nearly came on the spot.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Madelynne Ellis is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance. Her novels and short stories have been published by a variety of houses including HarperCollins, Harlequin and Random House, and have been translated into several languages. She lives in the UK, not far from the Welsh border with her partner of 20 + years, their two adorable children, and a crazy cavachon puppy. Madelynne drinks decaf out of preference, and has a healthy obsession with a certain Japanese rock star. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from darker aspects of life.
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