Blake: Knockout Love Trilogy, #1

By Laura Day

Blake is book 1 of the Knockout Love trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Aching for Blake and Riding for Blake are available everywhere now!

Ivy
I hate him. I hate his cocky arrogance. I hate those stupid tattoos he’s covered in. I hate that s***-eating grin he’s got on his face when he looks at me.

I hate how he makes me feel every time those unsubtle eyes tell me exactly what he wants.

I hate that he’s living in my house.
Walking around half naked.
Tempting me with those rock-hard muscles.

I hate that I want his strong arms to grab me.
To hold me.
To pin me and make me scream.

I hate that he's totally off limits--
--when all I want is for him to make me HIS.

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Blake
I don’t believe in this thing called love. F***king a different woman before every fight has been my tradition ever since the first day I’ve gone pro. Nobody but me sleeps in my bed for more than a night.

Ride her, take her, and leave her screaming my name hadn’t failed yet 

But that was before Ivy.
She’s like no girl I’ve met before. 
Innocent, pure, and forbidden.

Everything in me is screaming for me to corrupt her.
To tease her.
To make her find her inner bad. 

To make her MINE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386786382

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BLAKE: Knockout Love Trilogy (Book 1)

By Laura Day

IVY

I hate him. I hate his cocky arrogance. I hate those stupid tattoos he’s covered in. I hate that s***-eating grin he’s got on his face when he looks at me.

I hate how he makes me feel every time those unsubtle eyes tell me exactly what he wants.

I hate that he’s living in my house.

Walking around half naked.

Tempting me with those rock-hard muscles.

I hate that I want his strong arms to grab me.

To hold me.

To pin me and make me scream.

I hate that he's totally off limits—

—when all I want is for him to make me HIS.

BLAKE

I don’t believe in this thing called love. F***king a different woman before every fight has been my tradition ever since the first day I’ve gone pro. Nobody but me sleeps in my bed for more than a night.

Ride her, take her, and leave her screaming my name hadn’t failed yet

But that was before Ivy.

She’s like no girl I’ve met before.

Innocent, pure, and forbidden.

Everything in me is screaming for me to corrupt her.

To tease her.

To make her find her inner bad.

To make her MINE.

Chapter One

Blake Lambert relaxed into his leather couch and watched the woman in front of him. She smiled at him over her glass of bourbon and flipped her long auburn hair over her shoulder.

How long are you in town for? he asked. She was walking around his apartment picking up photos and trophies and smiling at them before putting them back down. He wasn’t sure if she was actually reading what was on the trophies, or if she was just pretending to be interested in him.

Three days, she responded with her back to him. We have a show in Portland on Saturday. Michelle was in a hardcore punk band. Blake had gone to one of her shows last years, but he hadn’t been that interested. The music was basically Michelle screaming into the microphone while a mosh pit formed at her feet. Some people liked it, but Blake wasn’t one of them.

He might not have liked her music, but he certainly enjoyed her company. She was beautiful, tall and thin and covered in tattoos. Michelle didn’t want to get married. She didn’t want to be exclusive. She wanted to come to town, party, fuck, and leave. It was their arrangement and it worked very well for Blake.

He finished his bourbon and poured himself another, looking past Michelle to the Seattle skyline visible through the large windows behind her. It was a spring night and, in the distance, he could see dark clouds heavy with rain looming on the horizon.

You seem a little distracted, Michelle chided as she stood in his line of vision.

Yeah, Blake answered shaking his head. Don’t think about Ivy, he ordered himself. Think about this beautiful girl in front of you.

As if on cue Michelle reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head revealing the lacy bra she was wearing underneath. Tattoos lined her chest, and stomach and arms. There were stars and tornados and foreign languages scattered over her lithe body.

Ivy McCormick doesn’t even have a single tattoo, he thought.

Michelle was moving towards him a smile playing across her face. Stop being distracted, she said. She leaned over him on the couch and kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips. Think about me and you and right now and nothing else, she whispered into his ear. She began to kiss his neck before biting his earlobe.

Blake wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her towards him. She set her knees on either side of his legs, straddling him as she sat lightly on top of him. She took his face in his hands and brought him close to her, kissing him deeply. Blake reached down and grabbed her ass roughly, pulling her flush against his body. His hands ran up and down her warm back and he reached for her bra, quickly unsnapping it and tossing it to the floor.

His shifted in his seat, making more room for his growing erection as his body reacted to Michelle’s touch. Her fingers were entwined in his hair as she pulled him close, kissing him desperately. Blake ran his fingers up her spine feeling each ridge of her backbone with his calloused palm. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back to give him access to her breasts. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple as Michelle arched her back and whispered his name.

Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and she pulled it up and over his head. Her hands reached for his strong pectoral muscles and she ran her fingers down his chest until the settled on his belt. She was grinding her body against his, and it was responding. He leaned forward and began to kiss her neck making her whimper and cry out. His tongue licked her soft tattooed shoulder and he kissed the sensitive nape of her neck, making her squirm above him.

He dug his hands into her hips. He wanted her. Without warning he picked Michelle up and off of him. He shifted her onto the couch and she lay down on her back. She licked her lips as she looked up at him and that was all Blake needed. He quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her hips revealing the black thong she was wearing underneath.

He slipped out of his own jeans and boxers and left them in a pile on the floor. He knelt between Michelle’s open legs, and ran his hands over her smooth thighs. He gripped her tightly before massaging her legs as he leaned down. He kissed her, letting go of her legs, and ran his hand through her hair and down her neck.

He kissed her, moving down her body, kissing each of her breasts and then the soft skin between them. He kissed his way down her stomach, flashing past her tattoos as he went. Finally, he settled between her legs and Michelle sighed and closed her eyes.

He reached up and massaged her breast as he slid his tongue inside of her. A shudder rocked through her and Blake pulled her thighs closer to him, holding onto her tightly. She cried out his name as his tongue slid over her clit. He went slowly and softly until Michelle’s hands were wrapped up in his hair and she was begging him for more.

Yes, Blake. Yes! she cried, arching her hips against his tongue. Her stroked her harder and felt her body respond as she screamed out the word yes and then he felt her tense and writhe underneath him as she came. He kissed the inside of her left thigh as she lay below him, her eyes closed as she gasped for breath.

He kissed her neck and roused her from her post-orgasm state. Michelle leaned up towards him and ran her hands down his back and over his ass. Her hands came around to his front and she grazed his hard cock with her fingertips. She kissed him as her hand gently wrapped around him and she began to stroke him.

Yes, Blake whispered. But it wasn’t enough. It