London: Five Brothers Series, #5

By Melissa Bell

London Black is yet another brother, from another mother. He's a chip off the old block. He takes after his Rock Star father the lead singer of 'Black Venom.' 

London has everything - The looks, the hot body, the voice and the charisma to set the stage on fire. The only thing he doesn't have, is the woman he wants to share it with. To make matters worse he begins to worry he can't keep the people that mean the most to him safe, when 'Krude Kultcha' are targeted by a smear campaign.

Maybe...? Just maybe...? He can with the help of 'Five Brothers Security.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Bell & Jordin Thiele Inc.
• Release date: Apr 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386937128

Book preview

PROLOGUE

Houston’s phone beeped on the nightstand. He didn’t even take his eyes off of his beautiful mate as she rolled her hips, encouraging him deeper into her wet pussy. You touch that fucking thing, and I’ll flush it down the toilet just like I did the last one. He smiled at the memory. That was a mistake he’d only ever make once in his lifetime, answering a call while he was working his woman into an orgasmic frenzy. He had to admit it wasn’t his smartest moment. That was before her belly had gotten too big for him to be on top. He didn’t care if it was from behind, on the side, standing up, or her riding him. Anything worked for him as long as he could watch as the sensual vixen emerged from the hard-ass women he’d grown to love more and more every day.

He sat up with her in his lap and tongued her plump nipple. Her hips moved a little faster as she rode his throbbing cock. Houston rolled her onto the bed and withdrew just long enough to turn her onto her side. Placing a pillow under her knee, he re-entered her pussy with one long fluid movement, burying himself to the hilt, making Cameron’s vagina fiercely contract around him. He paused to catch his breath as he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from spilling his seed before his mate was ready. Letting out a slow breath, he began to pump his hips again, melding his body inside his mate’s. When he registered that her moans had grown louder, he increased his vigor until she was howling his name. His own climax racked through his body as her convulsing inner muscles milked him dry. He dropped to the bed beside her, breathing heavily. He pulled her back to his chest so that nothing separated them but pockets of air. He sat his hand on her baby bump and felt it kick against the heat of his palm. Cam laughed, then slowly disengaged their bodies and turned to face him. With two fingers from her left hand, she tapped Houston’s brow. 

If this kid keeps me awake all night, it’s your fault. 

She punctuated every word with a tap of her fingers to his forehead. He frowned in confusion as she said, Honestly for such a smartass, you can be so daft sometimes. She smiled, kissed him, then added, Oh well, lucky for you, I love you anyway. 

The instant he heard her breathing change, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and slid his thumb over the screen to unlock it. He found two messages, one from Brody saying that he’d safely arrived in Mount Isa and the other from a detective he’d hired the day Dolan had shown up on their doorstep.

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Mr. Monterae,

Three found, 

One located. 

London Black – England

How do you wish to proceed?

Torrent.

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‘Fuck!’ he thought as he began to reply.

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Torrent,

Dig deeper!

Houston.

He didn’t want to think about how different Dolan’s life may have been if their father had known about his existence. Although Houston hated his father, he was sure that without a doubt, if Venom Black had known about him, his name absolutely would have been on the list. He sighed and replaced his phone on the nightstand, then lovingly wrapped his arms around his mate and tried to go to sleep.

CHAPTER 1

London staggered into the bathroom, unzipped his black jeans, pulled out his cock, and aimed it at the trough to take a leak. He could hardly keep his eyes open. He’d been on the move constantly for the last several months, and it was difficult to tell whether it was exhaustion or the half a bottle of bourbon that was affecting his coordination. Fuck, maybe it was the drugs, he laughed as his palm hit the wall in front of him, preventing him from face planting. He shook it off and recomposed himself. At least that’s what his subconscious mind told him he’d done.

He washed his hands as he rested his forehead on the mirror above the sink. His beast growled inside his mind with disapproval of his present state. London snarled back, ignoring the sounds inside his head. If he manages to pass out before the full moon hits tomorrow night, all would be good in the world, at least for another month, anyway. Tonight was another story altogether, though.

He was horny and wasted. His entire body felt numb – except, of course, for his dick, and he didn’t have the energy or the inclination to take care of it himself. He put both hands on the side of the sink and pushed himself into an upright position.

He lurched to one side, almost ripping the porcelain off the wall. London released his grip just in time to catch the opening door and push past the entering occupant. He pitched forward to lean against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. His leather jacket scraped slowly against the posters covering the walls, leaving tears in almost all of them. A few of them even fell onto the floor as he put one foot in front of the other to make his way back into the overly loud noise of the club. He squinted and glanced around with blurred vision attempting to find the redhead. She’d been throwing herself at him for most of the night, all but tossing her underwear in his face. Which to him meant she was up for some action.

She’d do, he decided, if only he could find a way to slip past Jamie, his babysitter. He caught sight of Jamie talking to the club’s manager in what looked to be a heated discussion, and his immediate instincts were to jump in and protect his friend. Unfortunately, he knew if he did that, there would be no escaping with the booty call with big tits. He hesitated for all of five seconds, Jamie, versus having his cock surrounded in luscious red lips for an hour or two. Fuck! he sighed and shook his head, then quickly pushed his way through the cavorting bodies on the dance floor. He arrived just in time to hear Jamie giving the stupid cocksucker an earful.

Eddie, I have a signed contract back in my hotel room. If you took the time to read it properly, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. The dates were clearly highlighted; London does not work on the night of the full moon due to religious beliefs. We will not be held responsible for your fuck-ups in the schedule. End of Story!

Come on…? the manager tried to play the sympathy vote. Jamie, you and me, we go way back. You know I’m dyslexic.

Yeah, you’re right Eddie, we do go way back. Far enough for me to know that that’s bullshit and you know it. Like I said before, this conversation is over, not my problem. In fact, it’s so not my problem that it doesn’t even rate a blip on my radar… It’s yours. Jamie stated. Now, I have to get London back to his room before all hell breaks loose. Because if that happens we’ll both end up in the shit, it’s not a matter of if, but when he goes M.I.A. on tour again.

Eddie grabbed for Jamie’s arm, but London intercepted before he could make contact, clutching him by the elbow. We’re done here. He told Eddie with a firm grip, putting pressure on the nerves in the crook of the bastard’s elbow. Nobody was allowed to manhandle his friends and get away with it.

Jamie, always the peacekeeper, gave London a shove towards the door, Come on big guy. You’ve had enough fun for one night, let’s go.

Fuck! he muttered to himself, ‘should have gone for the redhead.’ He’d known Jamie since they were kids, and their stories weren’t so different from each other. London’s mother had a lot of problems, both mental and physical before she’d eventually died. Some say from a broken heart. His father was supposed to be some kind of rock god from America, but he was really only a name on his dead mother’s lips.

London knew he was spiraling back down that same old rabbit hole that he always went down when things weren’t going so smoothly. He was pretty good at throwing pity parties just for one. It was only that he’d landed himself in a foster home next to Jamie’s family that he was even still alive at all.

He stumbled, and Jamie tugged on his jacket to right his lean before he could kiss the pavement. He let Jamie lead him to a vehicle. He narrowed his eyes a little in an attempt to focus on the taxi cab parked at the curb. After climbing in, he must have nodded off because the next thing he knew was that someone was slapping his cheek to rouse him. He could smell the familiarity of Jamie’s scent and didn’t attack, although he did snarl and grumble a little.

Come on London, you’re too fuckin’ heavy for me to carry you man.

Then fucking leave me here, he growled.

Have I told you to pull your head out of your motherfucking ass tonight?

No, but I’m pretty sure you did at some stage today. You never miss an opportunity. He took Jamie’s offered hand and pulled himself up off of the back seat. That’s right. He was in a cab, not with a redheaded chick with big tits. He ran his hand down his face, then straightened his hair and jacket, just in case there happened to be a photographer hanging around. Just lately, there always seemed to be this one guy who showed up relentlessly whenever he was feeling less than receptive and looked at his worst. Like right now! The camera flash almost blinded him, causing him to hit his head as he exited the vehicle. Now he was not only seeing a bright light but stars as well.

Fuck off! No pictures, Jamie’s hand reached for the lens to block the view.

You’re London? London Black aren’t you?

Jamie! London called out. Just ignore the prick, and he’ll go away.

London quickly turned his back on the paparazzi like a stalker, and with the use of some fucking fancy footwork, he managed to walk, or rather stagger, towards the hotel’s entry. Jamie had to run to get ahead of his drunken momentum and was now holding the door open for him. He would never have made it back to his hotel, let alone his own room if it weren’t for Jamie.

I love you, London announced, slouching against the elevator wall on the way to the top floor.

Sure you do, Jamie retorted sarcastically, I love you too buddy.

Do you think that guy got any decent shots? London rested the back of his head against the wall and closed his eyes to avoid the brightness from the four downlights set into the ceiling of the… oh that’s right, the elevator. Right, he was in the elevator with a booming headache which bit like a beast.

Nah, I was all up in his business before he even got off the first flash.

They exited the lift and walked down the hall to the presidential suite, the one they shared. London always insisted on Jamie having a connecting room if they couldn’t at least share the luxury of the penthouse.

Jamie gave him a quick once over to assess his present state of intoxication. Then ushered London into the master bedroom on the other side of the generous lounge area.

London fell back onto his bed, and for the hundredth time this tour, Jamie took off his boots and tossed them next to the bed on the floor. Then turned and left him to sleep it off.

London crashed and burned within minutes of Jamie turning the light off and closing the door. He hadn’t even bothered to remove the rest of his clothes.

His dreams were invariably much more vivid as the full moon drew nearer, and it was consistently the same woman in his dreams. A woman that was always out of bounds to him.

He slid his fingers into her long purple and black hair as it traveled down his body. She was gorgeous, the way she breathed him in as her lips trailed down his body until they reached the tip of his hardened cock. He watched as she ran her vicious little tongue around the crown before she gave his piercing a light flick. When her mouth descended by only a torturous inch at a time, he lifted his hips impatiently. He loved the way her warm wet mouth slid firmly up and down his rigid shaft. London could feel his balls draw up tightly as she released his cock and licked one of them. She sucked one in gently and lathed it with her tongue rolling it as though it were a gobstopper she was savoring. He growled in warning to tell her he’d had enough of her teasing. Hearing his frustration, she released him and climbed up to straddle his hips. Her hand reached between them to