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Rock Hard Love


Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Jack Polo

ISBN :978-1-4874-4184-5

Page :217

Word Count :55672

Publication Date :2024-12-27

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Rock Hard Love (epub) , Rock Hard Love (mobi) , Rock Hard Love (pdf) , Rock Hard Love (prc)

Category : Contemporary , Mystery and Suspense , What's New

  • Product Code: 978-1-4874-4184-5


Diamonds are forever, and so is lust.

When a jilted lover steals a $120,000 diamond ring, four friends hatch a dangerous plan to steal it back. A plan that they have no idea will take each of them on a mesmerizing, unanticipated journey into eroticism.


“I’m hornier than Seventy-Six Trombones,” Kyle Ellis said to his older brother.

“I’ve heard that tune before, Cole. Only I’ve never had to sing it.”

“Yeah, I know. You just walk into the room, and you hear the sound of women’s panties hitting the floor.”

Cole gave two thumbs up and smiled. His cobalt-blue eye twinkled. Eyes about which his mother had said would have made Paul Newman jealous.

“Maybe you’re finding it hard, in every sense of that word, because you’re trying too hard. Women like to be desired, to be romanticized, not just be made a target of young lust.”

“Twenty-nine’s not that young,” Kyle said, barely hiding the suppressed anger in his voice.

“For you or for the women you’re dating?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“No offense, because I’ve known some amazing women in their twenties, but trust me, the hottest women are just a little older…thirties, forties, and, let me tell you, a few beauties in their fifties.”

“Fifties? Seriously?”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Or rather, knock it as much as you can. Do it in the car, against the kitchen counter, in an elevator you’ve stopped between floors.” Cole laughed, and his eyes sparkled even brighter.

Kyle wasn’t sure if Cole was just making this stuff up, but he suspected it was true. Kyle had been the first kid in their neighborhood to feel up a girl, the first to get a hand job, and, of course, the first to have sex. Everybody else was playing catch-up.

And maybe that was part of the reason Kyle felt angry and somehow less than Cole, or for that matter, most of the guys they all knew. The last time he’d had sex, much less hot, blow-your-mind sex, was months ago. And that was anyway sex. Both he and the woman, Shelly, hadn’t been that attracted to each other, but they’d done it anyway. And afterward, there wasn’t anyway they’d do it again. As a result, he’d become pickier when dating or even talking to a woman. He knew he was setting extremely high standards, that finding a woman like that was going to be damn hard, if not pretty much impossible. And when his suspicions proved true, it had left him in his present state—tense and horny.

But there was a side benefit, he rationalized. His private investigation agency was getting noticed. He’d tracked down a cheating husband who’d also been involved in a small bank robbery. And that had gotten him a brief interview on one of the local TV stations. Most of his work was checking on husbands or wives with roving eyes and loose morals.

Luckily, he’d been doing an internet search on another case, and the Juno Bank of Commerce robbery had popped up. Something about it intrigued Kyle, and as he dug deeper, he saw the footage from the bank’s cameras. The images were blurry and in black and white, but there was something about the masked robber—maybe it was the way he walked or held his body that intrigued Kyle. And then, when the last image was the Wanted Poster, Kyle clicked on his software and drew a thick, bushy beard on the man’s face, and lo and behold—Grant Johnson, cheating husband, and bank robber.

The five-thousand-dollar reward was the cherry on top.

“No comeback?” Cole said, interrupting Kyle’s thoughts. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you don’t have a business to run, so you have time to chase women.”

“Hell, you don’t even chase them,” Cole said, adjusting the razor-sharp crease on his tailored charcoal-grey slacks. “All work and no play makes Kyle the dull…and horny…boy.”

“I’ve known plenty of women,” Kyle said. But he knew his brother was right. Kyle’s entire life—hopefully, he thought for right now—was his company. As the youngest son, he’d had less parental control, but he’d always felt he had to compete for his parents’ attention. Especially his father’s—Colonel Smilin’ Jack, Air Force super flyboy. And while his father never said or pushed him to be more than his brother, he couldn’t help letting slip how Cole had done better at that same age—whatever age it was—nine, fourteen, twenty-one. Sometimes, it was only just incrementally better, but usually, it was phenomenally better.

The only area where Kyle whupped his brother’s ass was in school. Kyle was always straight A’s, while Cole slipped by with C’s and the occasional D mostly in math.

His father used to have a saying to rationalize, subverting Kyle’s accomplishments once again. “Well, getting top grades isn’t everything. Thomas Edison didn’t even go to high school and did pretty good in life, last I looked.”

If math was Cole’s downfall, it was Kyle’s triumph. He’d scored 800 in the mathematics part of the SATs, and 790 in the reading-slash-writing part. He’d sailed through Algebra so fast in high school that he’d jumped to senior level, Geometry, Trig, and Calculus. And he earned straight A’s without breaking a sweat.

Maybe the absolute finality of math and numbers led Kyle to become fascinated with the infinite variety of human behavior. Some people obeyed the law while others, a certain small fraction of society, willingly and brazenly broke the law.

“It’s my addiction,” he’d often say to himself as he fell into bed, sometimes still fully clothed, after fifteen hours of research and investigation. So at twenty-nine, he’d come to accept the fact that dating wasn’t the top rung on his ladder of life. And he was okay with that, at least for now.

And the now might not last that long.

Because he’d gotten overtures and soft inquiries from several large business giants, mega-sized world companies who wanted to hire him to check out their employees and run their internal security departments. And what they wanted, they got. No matter how much they had to pay. And from the first what-ifs meetings, they were starting out at mind-boggling amounts.

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