Going Solo Series Casual Car Redemption Part 8: by Storm Stone

By Storm Stone

Determined to move on with her life, Jemma returns to London, where her book is published, becoming a huge international success. Suddenly she receives a call from Damon’s mother telling Jemma he has not been himself since she left, drinking far too much, getting into bar fights, and in constant dark moods; now he has crashed his Harley into a tree and is seriously injured in hospital! Risking it all, Jemma flies back to Vegas, determined to see Damon, afraid that he may not survive! Will their tumultuous affair end in a Happily Ever After? Or is it time for Jemma to get closure, and accept that their tumultuous affair was doomed from the very beginning . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Stone
• Release date: May 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463972465

Storm Stone

UPDATE!Now published on the Smashwords Sale at 99c: The penultimate episode of the Going Solo Series, Part 7, Casual Car Entrapment!A special Thank You to: https://www.postermywall.com/ for the gorgeous new covers of my series: Confessions of a Male Porn Star. PosterMyWall offers a fabulous selection of covers at great prices.UPDATE April 2020Dare to Share your Worst Review Ever!Check out my blog post: My Worst Review Ever! on Goodreads. Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-everThanks to Deep Desires Press for contributing the wonderful covers of the Going Solo Series.Hoping Jemma and Damon's tumultuous affair will give you some relief and release during Lock-Down.Stay home, stay safe.Storm StoneSmashwords: AUTHORS GIVE BACK SALE! now underway - Thousands of Deep-Discounted eBooks!Hoping that you, your friends, and your family might find redemptive strength, comfort, and enjoyment from my books.Take care and stay safe.ProfileStorm Stone loves reading and writing what she calls ’Hard-Core Romance’. She lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, where her and her husband run a non-profit organization.Writing has been a hobby of hers for many years, an escape from the trials of everyday life. Reading created the desire to travel, and she moved to London at the height of the apartheid domination of South Africa.Now, with a more sedate lifestyle, she still sees herself as an ‘old hippy’ who likes to, sometimes, travel over to the wild-side through her reading and writing.Her novel, 'Going Solo', was published in paperback and eBook by Deep Desires Press. .Her current series, 'Confessions of a Male Porn Star', has proved to b a surprising hit, with fans from all over the world following the sexploits of porn star, Johnny Deep. The complete series of all 8 episodes is currently available on Sale at Smashwords.com.Connect with Storm Stone:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stormstoneseries/Twitter: https://twitter.com/HardcoreRomanseEmail: [e-mail]: Deep Desires Press, Interview with Storm Stone:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/serials/id1300411053?i=1000404597976NEW! Check out "My Worst Review Ever!" of Going Solo, published on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-ever.

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Contents

Going Solo

Part 8: Casual Car Redemption

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Epilogue

About Storm Stone

Coming Soon

Going Solo

Part 8:

Casual Car Redemption

Storm Stone

Acknowledgements

I wish to thank Deep Desires Press for believing in me and my writing, particularly Cameron D. James, John Robin and my wonderful editor Dale Lui. I have to mention the gorgeous covers as well, which they so kindly donated for each episode, as well as the complete, Going Solo, novel. Without their guidance and support this story may never have seen the light of day.

First published 2017 by Deep Desires Press

Cover design copyright © 2017 by Deep Desires Press

Copyright © 2020 by Storm Stone

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2020 by Storm Stone

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Publisher’s Note:

Casual Car Redemption is the final episode in an eight part serial, Going Solo, and immediately follows the events of Part Seven: Casual Car Entrapment.

Part Eight: Casual Car Redemption

Chapter Nineteen

Damon did not sleep well, even though he’d had a few shots of bourbon before going for a shower and bed. He was only able to doze, his mind going over and over the night before. Why hadn’t he just brought her back to the motel? Because you’re an arrogant egotistical fool, that’s why.

He punched the pillow, wishing it was his own stupid head. Well, you’ve really fucked it up now, that voice in his head gloated.

No, I haven’t! he said out loud. I’ve got another week and I’m gonna prove to her that I’m not a total douche-bag.

He could hear the voice laughing, though he tried desperately to ignore it.

When they said goodbye next week, he would have proven to her that he could trust and respect her. No more game playing, no more no kissing rules. God, the memory of that kiss they’d shared in the club sent a rush of need through his body. He’d forgotten how good it felt to hold her in his arms and kiss her.

His heart began to thump and his cock hardened immediately. Kissing Jemma was more erotic than fucking other women. How stupid was he to come up with the idea not to kiss her? Probably because he’d wanted to keep some kind of distance between them, knowing, instinctively, that he was getting in too deep. But then he’d known that from the very beginning, after their first session in the car.

Well, tomorrow was another day, a new day, and he would get her to forgive him. Forgive him and allow him to show her how good he could be — how good they could be together.

Damon was up early, hadn’t really slept anyway. Making himself a strong, filter coffee, he lit up a cigarette on the balcony. He’d been trying to give up since Jemma had left for New York. But with things the way they were, he needed a cigarette like a junkie needed a fix. It was just before six, too early to go and see her, so he’d have to kill some time. How early was not too early? Seven, eight o’clock?

He stared out at the horizon, dragging smoke into his lungs, his brain exhausted from going over and over what had happened last night. Why he had been so fucking stupid? Jemma was not the kind of woman you fucked in a public place, even if the sex had been divine...

He’d been so hot for her by the time they reached the club that it hadn’t entered his head to call a halt. His dick was ruling his head by that time, and all he could think about was getting her into that dark corner and giving the lust that had been pounding through his body free reign.

He’d convinced himself that it was a way of teaching her a lesson, showing her how impossible it was for her to deny him anything. Instead all those plans had dissolved, leaving pure lust and need in their wake. There’d been something exceptionally carnal, feral, about fucking her in that room, in public. As if he was letting everyone know that she was his, to do with as he pleased.

Shit, he stubbed the cigarette out in the heavy glass ashtray he kept outside. What kind of sicko was he? Like a wild animal, rutting out in the open, where the entire herd could see and know that she belonged to him and him alone.

It had been nothing like that with Helen. They’d visited the club regularly for a while, and usually ended up fucking in that same spot, but it had just been another cheap thrill to add to their kinky relationship. Usually they’d dance and she’d be dressed in next to nothing, rubbing herself up against him, using every trick in the book to turn him on. Eventually he’d be hard and horny for it and they’d move to the other room, to that same spot, which was usually free. He’d lift her tiny body up onto the seat, spread her legs and give it to her hard and fast.

It was fun, it was exciting doing it in a room full of people, but once it was over he’d be ready to leave, to go home alone. She would usually moan, try and wind him up; telling him he was getting old and losing his touch, but he didn’t care. Sometimes she would stay on at the