by Slade, Shari
Stone whistles through his teeth. “Niiiiice. Bringing Dev a souvenir will go a long way to getting back in his good graces.”
Is that what I am? A souvenir? A party favor to be passed around? No. The memory of Noah’s touch washes over me. Greedy and possessive. The breath from his whispered instructions still clings to my skin. Mine.
I grab some clothes from my dresser and head to the bathroom, clutching soft cotton and denim to my front. Noah slaps my ass as I go. The heat of his palm, another sharp reminder. A reassurance.
“I haven’t decided.”
Is that a threat or a promise? My knuckles are white gripping the scuffed brass doorknob. I’m torn—frozen on the threshold by fear and desire. A terrible thought rolls over and over in my mind, a foolish and stupid thought, one I should not be having as two men with guns discuss the value of my ass to their boss.
He can’t be done with me yet.
Do I want him to be?
Stone snorts. “You think you have a choice?”
Stone is talking to Noah, but it feels like he’s speaking directly to me. You think you have a choice? Every syllable strokes something inside me—scratching over a terrible itch I’ve never been able to reach. And when I dare a glance at Noah’s face, I know the answer. His jaw flexes and he gives Stone the same hard glare he gave me when Officer Wade interrupted us last night. I won’t have a choice in whatever happens next. Maybe I never really did. Not when he told me to run, not when he protected me back at the diner. Noah has been in charge from the second he filled up the doorway to the diner. Leading me toward this moment.
“Let’s go,” he says, this time softly, only for me.
What if I don’t want to go?
But I don’t want to be left behind either. I open my mouth and close it without speaking. Because there’s nothing to say. Nothing to ask. Not with words.
Our eyes lock and for a moment it feels like we’re equals. Both uncertain. Both just trying to get by. Then he shakes his head. “Too late for that. I can’t leave you here when you’re connected to Harry. You’re in too deep now.”
“So she is connected.” Stone whistles through his teeth again. “I thought maybe you were on a little fuck-cation. I shoulda known you were taking Harry’s debt out in trade. Dev won’t appreciate you skimming your cut off the top but he’ll be glad you were working.”
“You keep your damn mouth shut, Stone. Dev will get his.”
The room spins and I can hardly breathe. Trade. Debt. “I—I—can’t pay Harry’s debt. I don’t have that kind of money.”
Noah smirks. “You know money isn’t the only way we get paid.”
“Oh God. So all of the touching and grabbing and claiming? All of that was to pay a debt? How about the spooning? Was that to pay a debt too?” My face flames and I can’t control the rush of angry words pouring out of me. “How much did I earn with your fingers inside me? How much for sucking your cock? You bastard. You said you weren’t a pimp.”
“Did I say that? I don’t think I did.”
Didn’t he? I try to remember if he’d actually denied it or if I’d just assumed. How many other blanks had I filled in wrong?
“You said it wasn’t work.”
I hate how small my voice has gotten—barely more than a squeak. My throat is so tight if I tried to make a bigger sound I might rip something loose or burst into tears. I refuse to do that. I will not lose my shit in front of them.
His gaze softens. “Did it feel like work?”
All I can do is shake my head because it hadn’t felt like work. It hadn’t felt like anything I’d ever experienced before. But I know better. I swallow around a lump the size of a softball and force myself to speak. “The way things feel and the way they are, are two very different things.”
“Smart girl.” Noah closes the distance between us and grabs a handful of my hair in his fist. I gasp, shocked by the sudden movement, but his touch is nearly tender. There’s no sting at my scalp, only at my pride. “Now listen close. I said you were mine. That’s all that fucking matters. And you’re coming whether you like it or not because I take care of what’s mine. Now dry your eyes and get dressed or I’m putting you on the back of my bike naked.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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by Shari Slade and Amber Lin
When Hailey crashes a Half-Life after party, she expects to find the bastard who knocked up her little sister. Instead she meets the sexy front-man who agrees to give her access to his crew if she gives him access to her body.
All Lock demands in return is three days of complete control over the Sunday school teacher. With a contract, because he’s been burned before. One misstep could send the band—and his tenuous sobriety—up in flames.
Hailey and Lock push each other’s limits… Against the penthouse window. Backstage. In the limo and on the elevator. But as the contract counts down, neither are ready for the party to end.
WARNING: This book contains a steamy sex contract, spanking, a smoking hot threesome, a dirty talking rock star and the sexy Sunday school teacher who brings him to his knees.
A Sexy Excerpt from Three Nights with a Rock Star
Do you like to hurt, Hailey? He’d asked her, and she could only nod.
He’d hurt her so good she’d give voice to that desire before he was through. She knew it. He knew it. The subtext breathed in the air around them, a living thing, that damned contract come to life. She wants this. She wants the lurid celeb fantasy. The shock, the pulse-pounding vibrancy that only exists on the edge of a bad decision.
He’d take her there.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, a little too harshly, his urgency coming out as hard-edged gruffness.
It didn’t scare her away. She wants that too. She fingered the button of her cardigan, uncertain, and then popped them all in a rush, exposing a silver tank that dipped low over her cleavage. Fuck. Surprisingly lush curves on her willowy frame, and smooth, pale skin.
He shifted in his seat, imagining his cock between her breasts. Making them slick, squeezing them together, and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting until he came all over her neck. Jesus, he hadn’t even seen them yet. She put a hand to her throat as if she could read his mind. As if every dirty thought he’d ever had was flashing on his face. And she knew. Why was she taking so fucking long to undress?
Lust propelled him across the room. He grabbed her by the hip and spun her around, pressing his chest to her back. She was warm, soft, every sweet powder-scented inch he could touch. She didn’t resist his rough hands skimming under her shirt. She just raised her arms and let him lift it over her head. The silver tank lay discarded at their feet. Next, the bra. Her favorite part of the day. He stifled a laugh as he unhooked it, guided the straps down, the blue satin cups slipping free. She sighed into him, letting her head fall back against his chest.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and her tights and yanked them down to mid-thigh, taking her panties with them. She rewarded him with a sharp inhale, with shock. He stepped back so he could see the top of her ass. A peach, there for the biting. Two years ago he’d have bumped lines off that ass. No. He’d never have go
tten near it back then. She’d have run screaming from him in the thick of his addiction. Sobriety had its rewards.
He spun her around again. “All of it off, now.”
She pushed everything down to her knees and shimmied it the rest of the way, kicking free of the tangle of denim and netting. The air conditioner purred to life, blasting them both with a burst of cool air. Her nipples tightened to lickable points. When she wrapped her arms around herself, he shook his head, and she dropped them to her sides.
She met his eyes, uncertainty and desire at war on her face.
He gathered her hair in his hand and pushed her against the window wall in his suite, forcing her legs apart with his knee. No one could see in, but the illusion was fucking hot. Her tits smashed, palms flat, breath fogging the glass. His little church mouse on display. The city, all lights and pulsing energy, spread out before them. He never got to see the cities he toured, not up close, just the vistas from his rooms and the blur from a window seat on the jet. He didn’t mind so much when he had a hot body between him and the view.
“Do you want me to fuck you like this, from behind, while the whole world watches?” He wanted to bury himself in all her softness. And he wanted it to hurt. Her or himself, he wasn’t sure.
Her only answer was the expanding cloud of condensation as she panted. And then she rocked back. The slightest shift, but just enough friction, in just the right place. He ground against her naked ass, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
She turned her head, pressing her flushed cheek to the window, and he couldn’t resist running his open mouth up the column of her neck, chasing that frantic pulse, biting the lobe of her ear until she cried out, “Nobody can see.”
“Shhhh. Everybody is watching. Let’s give them a show.” He skimmed over her rib cage, her belly, and lower, until he could feel damp heat. She wasn’t wet enough for what he had in mind. Not yet. He wanted to fuck her so hard she’d be bruised. Marked. Damaged. He circled her clit with his thumb, savoring every buck and twitch, and plunged one finger deep. The slick walls of her cunt clenched tight as he drew back. Almost ready.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
“I’m running things.” He bit the sweet spot where shoulder met neck in admonishment, and reached for his belt buckle. Impatient, he yanked off the belt, pulled the condom from his pocket and shucked his pants. All the while keeping one hand tangled in her hair. Holding her in place.
He considered having her put it on him with her mouth, but she probably didn’t have that skill set. Though it might be fun to watch her try, to teach her, to corrupt her.
Later.
Sheathed, he positioned himself at her opening, rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds, and then he thrust. One fluid movement and he was balls-deep in hot, honeyed heaven. Every drop of blood in his body raged toward his hard-on. Fuck. He drew back and thrust again. And again.
God, she felt good, arching to meet him. He gripped her hip so tight his knuckles went white, pulling her back against him as hard as he thrust. He released her hair so he could grab her other hip, get more leverage, and she gasped. How tight had he pulled it?
He wanted to break her, but all she did was bend and bend.
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More Books by Shari Slade
Devil’s Host MC Serial
Ride Me Hard #1
Break Me In #2
Drive Me Wild #3
And more…
The Half-Life Series
Three Nights with a Rock Star
One Kiss with a Rock Star
Second Chance with a Rock Star
Devil’s Host MC Serial Playlist
1. Everybody Knows by Concrete Blonde
2. Slowly Freaking Out by Skylar Grey
3. Bones by MS MR
4. Send the Pain Below by Chevelle
5. Girls Like You by The Naked And Famous
6. Dead Inside by Muse
7. Not Your Fault by AWOLNATION
8. By The Throat by CHVRCHES
9. Take Me to Church by Hozier
10. Trust Fall by Incubus
About the Author
Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.
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Acknowledgements
A huge thank you to my awesome editors, betas, eagle-eyed proofreaders, and cheerleaders: Lea Schafer, Shelley Ann Clark, Maria Rose, Zoe York, Michele Harvey, Elisabeth Lane, Alexandra Haughton, and Amber Lin. Y’all rock.
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. Except for use in a review, the reproduction or use of this work in any part is forbidden without the express written permission of the author.
Ride Me Hard © 2015 by Shari Slade
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