Stone: At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1)

by Rie Warren

  I groaned. She toyed with my nipples until breath slammed in and out of me. Her touch, her mouth, her words against my skin with every suck and bite between my abdomen and my pecs accelerated my heart rate. All the blood in my body rushed to my stiff cock.

  “God, I love your chest.” Her fingertips grazed through the smattering of hair from my belly up. “Such nice soft hair on top, hard muscle underneath.” Her fingers fanned out as she sucked and kissed my tat.

  She walked me backward until I hit the wall. Bracing my feet wide apart, I leaned back and let her go to town. Her hands curled, fingernails digging into my ribs. I grunted, my balls full, huge, needing to come. Leelee’s tongue lashed over every inch of my torso before she nibbled the line bisecting my abs, one hand brushing my dick nonchalantly.

  Hard enough to tear through cloth, I gritted my teeth, beating my head against the wall. She went for the arrowed indent of muscle to the left of my pelvis with long, deep strokes of her tongue and scrapes of her teeth. Goose bumps erupted on my skin, radiating from every place she touched. My dick slapped against my hip inside my pants. Awkward angle for such a massive hard-on, but I didn’t care.

  Goddamn. Leelee wasn’t anywhere near to sucking my cock, but racing heat scorched the small of my back. It hit the dam of muscle between my ass and nads, pooled in my balls and made my shaft bulge even more.

  I gripped her head in both hands, greedy for more. Pulling her up, I crushed my mouth to her swollen lips. I drowned her protest with my tongue, taking hers inside and hungrily sucking it.

  With my lips against her ear, I rasped, “Get your fine ass on my desk, right now.”

  I smacked her rump when she turned, hurrying her along. I couldn’t last much longer. I was definitely coming inside her pussy, but first I needed to eat her out. Lifting her onto the desk, I planted her down harder than I meant to.

  “Hips up, babe.”

  She held herself up, and I rucked that fuck-hot tight skirt all the way to her waist. Yeah. Panties bared, legs falling open, she stayed still, her eyes on me. All for me. My own sexy Leelee Songchild playground with a tiny scrap of pale yellow, see-through material between her legs.

  Whisking her panties down, I didn’t give a fuck where they landed because they’d probably end up in my pocket later. I spread her thighs with my hands high enough to skim the wet, warm delta between. I bent over and put my mouth right on her, not subtle, not a Lothario, nothing more than need.

  Heaven, she tasted like heaven. Floral, smooth, her fiery curls tickling my nose. Wet, wet motherfucking amen heaven. I was distantly aware when one hand grabbed my hair and two pointy heels stabbed my shoulders. Good pain. The best pain. Tongue inside, circling around, gathering moisture, sucking it down. My lips opened wide, French kissing her cunt, always a suck or nibble or drag across her clit. Her moans filled my ears, her thighs trembled beneath my hands and I went so far down on her I wanted to take up permanent residence in her beautiful pussy. The second her passage squeezed around my tongue and the two fingers I pressed inside, I grinned against her. I gentled, murmuring about how good she tasted. How perfect she was.

  My voice gone, my tongue coated with everything that was her, I kissed all over her shoulders and neck.

  Leelee dropped one finger between her legs. My eyes followed. I was gonna come if she pushed that finger inside herself. Her voice—low, velvety, strained—brought me back to her mouth. “Fuck my tits.”

  “What?” Screw it, I was gonna come from that thought alone.

  She unzipped the back of her dress.

  Fantasy, Life, Leelee, Love.

  On top of my desk. I’d never get any work done here again.

  I pulled the top down, yanking the lacy, fragile cups of her bra low too. She laughed when something ripped. Her tits spilled into my hands. Velvety domes, tight and high nipples, the same shade as her saucy mouth. Then they were inside my mouth. Making her sleek and slippery, I licked everywhere. My cock was going to explode, and then I was gonna die.

  Stepping back, I lowered my pants to the top of my thighs. My cock jutted up my stomach. She turned lengthwise on my desk, her hair falling to the floor. She pressed her breasts together to create a deep chasm.

  Holy fuckin’ hell.

  Guess I didn’t need to ask twice.

  I hoisted myself onto the desk, my knees spread beside her. One hand beside her head, the other curled around the base of my dick, I lowered my groin. Sliding inside the slickened clasp of her tits, I swore when Leelee bucked beneath me. The tip of my cock butted her chin. She lifted her head, licked her lips, licked me. I slid away, leaving her gasping. Throbbing inside the silky mounds of her breasts, veins standing out in my arms and on my shaft, I slid back inside the satiny heat. She sucked the head, loudly slurping every drop of moisture from me. Faster, grinding against her, I grabbed her neck to hold her up. At every touch of her mouth, I grunted as sweat trickled down my back.

  I rutted against her a few more times, holding her by her tits, pinching her nipples. My head fell forward and I dragged backward, off her, away from the desk.

  Barely able to speak, I jerked her up against me. Hot wet kisses joined our mouths. Hands grasped, pulling closer, always closer.

  I had to be inside her. I tugged in rough breaths, watching her mouth, her eyes—half-mast, forest-colored. “I got tested.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  Suddenly nervous, I scratched my knuckles along my stubble. “You know, for STDs and stuff.”

  A small frown formed between her brows. “You . . .”

  “I know, it was a little premature, but I guess I was hopeful.” Ah shit. Shit fuck, in fact. With my hands on my hips, half a step away from Leelee, I waited.

  Tits wet and out in the open, skirt up to her waist, she sighed.

  Good goin’, Stone. First with the fucking in the office of an auto garage when I should be seducing her in a high-class hotel, and now with the I’m clean, let me come inside you because you mean so much to me strategy.

  I turned away.

  She grabbed my arm.

  One hand went to my pants, pulling them further down, the other splayed over my heart. “That’s the most un-romantic romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

  “That gets you off?” I yanked her dress higher, loving it when she yelped.

  Naughty, dirty, ready to take me raw, Leelee coiled a thigh over my hip. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried out the goods yet.”

  Her back hit the wall this time. Her legs slung over my waist. Just a dip of my hips and I thrust inside her. A slick fist against my fast piston, I yelled with every lunge. Rough hard raunchy sex. Leelee’s dress rucked further up, her panties still dangled from one ankle behind my back. I was naked to my knees, and we went at it.

  My chest, my legs, my heart burned. It all ratcheted up until I shoved her down by her hips, buried my face in her tits. I bit, sucked, slammed, fucked and hovered on the edge until she screamed. Wetness, heat, clamping down, Leelee’s orgasm all over my bare cock obliterated every single thought I’d ever had until I was centered solely on her. I came, and the come—hers and mine—was a hot slick sleeve squeezing my cock. The afterburn laid waste to my muscles, shredded them in the very best way.

  Catching my breath, I cradled her against me. “I love you.”

  Her head fell to my shoulder and she gave a breathy laugh. “That’s ’cause I just let you fuck me against the wall and come inside me.”

  I had the decency to be a little sheepish—thank you very fucking much—but, well . . . yeah. I ducked my head to kiss her cheek. “Not just that, babe. For always, forever.”

  Before I got the full appreciation for my vow—which would include kisses, whispers, and love in return—I leaned a shoulder against the filing cabinet beside us . . . and the goddamn drawers full of fake cocks tipped open. Rubber dongs spilled to the floor, bouncing off the carpet.

  They came up to my ankles.

  Leelee shoved her face to my sho
ulder, helpless with laughter. And every giggle tightened her around me.

  Still hard, still inside her, I cursed those dildos. “Don’t ask. Fuckin’ jokers.”

  She swiveled her hips. “Maybe you can use them on me.”

  I was ready for her again. The scent of our sex filled my nostrils. With my forearms beneath her thighs, I lifted her higher, then dropped her hard onto me. “Why’d I do that when I got a good workin’ cock right here, babe?”

  She started giving me the lap dance of my life. Her head dropped back but she kept her glazed eyes fully on me while she fucked me slowly. “So I can suck your cock while you watch my pussy take it.”

  Fuck me. Now that had some merit.

  After round two, Leelee lolled in my chair. I went for a washcloth, some water, and lunch, hurrying back. First things first, aftercare. I dipped between her legs, smirking when she squealed, smiling when she relaxed to my touch—cleaning up after myself.

  I opened a bottle of water for her and spread out my loot. Hot pizza, all the works. Steam curled between us. The floor was our picnic table, and I fed her bites, kissing her after each one.

  Her fingers brushed over my face. “My knight in shinin’ armor.”

  “Hey, chivalry ain’t dead, babe.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

  Later, I thought about work but decided to blow it off. We had four hours before going home so Leelee could meet JJ, and I didn’t even know if she was staying yet.

  Bent over my desk in the perfect invitation, she studied the calendar we’d messed all the hell up. One finger circling September thirteenth, she said, “I veto the LolliPOP Grrrls spread.”

  “That so?” I came up behind her.

  Leelee pivoted around and pushed me back. I splatted into the chair behind me, happy as hell to be manhandled by her.

  “Yeah.” She propped the heel of one stiletto against the sensitive tendon between my groin and thigh before sliding it over my stiff cock. “That’s so.”

  Holy shit. There was nothing sexier than a take-charge woman. I shoved the coveralls down. My cock pulsed and a drop of pre-come pushed from the slit, rolling onto her shoe. I closed my eyes before I came at the sight of the pearly liquid on the shiny heel . . .

  “Done deal.”

  I barely agreed before she leaned low and sucked me into her mouth.

  ****

  Leelee and I were headed out after the afternoon of destruction in my office. It wasn’t half as chaotic as her hotel room, but it wasn’t anywhere near neat either. This time I didn’t give a flying fuck.

  We reached my Bronco where I’d transferred her suitcases from her rental because I liked the idea of keeping her stranded at my house. Cro-Magnon? Not me. Nicky revved into the lot, his Jeep splattered in mud to the wheel wells. He hauled a trailer, on top of which sat a mangled heap of bike parts barely resembling a motorcycle. Hopping out, he sauntered over. The look he sent Leelee was probably meant to measure the possibility of her kicking him in the nuts. Satisfied with what he saw, he shrugged and pulled her into a hug.

  She returned his embrace, I bumped his fist behind her back, and it was all good—the way it was supposed to be. When he released her, I slung an arm over her shoulder, feeling like a fucking king.

  Then I turned my attention to the trailer. “The hell’s that?”

  “The beast.” He proudly patted the side of the bike.

  One fender was dented, one missing, and the chrome pipes were corroded with flecks of rust. That was just the visible damage.

  “More like a wildebeest left rotting on the savannah, dude.”

  “Fuck and You,” Nicky said, treating me to the double bird. “I’m restoring it. I figured you wouldn’t mind me keeping it here where I can work on it, since—ya know—I help out whenever you need slave labor.”

  “Yeah, sure, whatever. Knock yourself out, man, but I seriously doubt you’re gonna get that scrap metal movin’ again.”

  Leelee reclined against me, her hand flat on my stomach burning a hole through my shirt. “Actually, it’s a 1946 Indian Chief, a fine machine. It’s not in pristine condition, for sure, but these old bastards got more life in them than any other motorcycle ever made.”

  Nicky’s mouth gaped open. Hell yes, she knew her shit.

  “I told ya she knew her way around cars, didn’t I?” I grinned.

  Motion at the door of the shop stole his attention. With his hand half-raised to wave at Ray, Nicky dropped it as a woman joined my second-in-charge outside. His mouth hung open for a second time before it snapped shut.

  “Never mind the bike. Who the hell is that?” Nicky asked.

  The woman’s head bent close to Ray’s as they studied a parts book, her sleek jet-black ponytail a huge contrast to Ray’s pale bushy hair. Her face turned in our direction, betraying not a single emotion. Nothing could be read from her eyes, the mirrored shades she wore reflecting outward.

  “That is Catarina Steele. She runs the accounts side of things with her brothers at Chrome and Steele Auto Parts. We just started working with ’em.”

  Catarina was as cool as they came. Anyone could tell she had a great figure, a nice ass, even under the strictly professional cut of her suit, but no one touched it, touched her, or talked about wanting to tap that. Not in her presence or anyone else’s.

  “Maybe I might oughtta go talk to her about some parts I need.” His wide grin dug deep dimples into his cheeks.

  I thought about warning Nicky but decided against it. I could use some entertainment. Bringing Leelee in front of me, I looped my arms around her waist and set my chin on her shoulder as he ambled off.

  “What’s that all about?” she asked.

  “That is a woman who is exactly Nicky’s type. Hair color, her figure, none of that matters. He likes a challenge, and he ain’t had one of them in as long as I can remember.” I kissed the pulse on the side of her neck. She shivered in my arms. “And that is Nicky about to get his ass handed to him.”

  Sure enough, no sooner had he said hello to Ray—managing to get the dude to return to the building—Nicky exchanged a few words with Catarina. Her shoulders turned tighter than her features. He lifted his hand, presumably to twirl his fingers around a loosened strand of her hair, and said something else, his arrogant smile firmly in place.

  The second his fingers made contact with her hair, Catarina grabbed his wrist in one hand and sent a crack across his face with the other.

  I snorted at his stunned look and muttered, “Ouch.”

  Leelee elbowed me.

  We stood to the side as Catarina roared from the parking lot, barely jerking her chin at me through the windshield of her car.

  A little less full of himself, although not much, Nicky strolled over.

  “What’d you say to her?”

  He stretched his jaw back and forth with a wince. “I called her Wildcat, you know, because of her name.”

  “Oooh, burned. Hurt much?” I stared at the handprint spreading across his cheek.

  Leelee stifled her laughter while Nicky glared at me. “Just tell me she treats all the guys like this.”

  I towed Leelee over to the passenger side of the Bronco. “’Fraid not. I’ve never even seen her crack a smile, let alone get so riled up she lost her shit. She’s all about business, that’s why I like dealing with her.”

  “Shit.” A grin slid across Nicky’s lips. “Looks like I hit a nerve.”

  ****

  “Oh, Josh, it’s beautiful!” Leelee stood on the walkway in front of my house. White picket fence, two-story Victorian with black plantation shutters, wrap-around porch, decent-sized yards front and back . . . the whole shebang.

  I took her elbow as we went up the stairs and through the front door. Letting her wander around at her leisure, I hurried back to collect her luggage. I dropped the bags inside, tracked her down in the kitchen, and sandwiched her between the worktop island and my body.

  Her eyes glowed. “What?”

  Tracing the ou
tline of her lips with my thumb, I frowned. “What is this? I mean, we love each other, yeah, but Louisiana, South Carolina?” My fingers slid up to cup her face. “I don’t want the kid conflicted and I’m not thrilled about you being out of sight, let alone four states away.”

  “What do you want?”

  Dangerous question. Basically everything, with her. “I want you to stay.”

  “For how long though?”

  I snorted. “Yeah, about that. I was thinking maybe . . . forever?”

  Her head shook until she rested it in the crook of my neck, but her smile had been soft. “I’d love to stay, Josh. I don’t want to mess you or JJ around.” Her voice turned into a whisper. “I didn’t book a return flight.”

  I pushed her back so I could look at her. “Really?”

  “Yes, but I think—since there’s that little thing of only knowin’ each other a week, and all the kerfuffle . . .”

  “Kerfuffle?” One of my eyebrows lifted as well as a corner of my mouth.

  “You, Nicky, gay, not gay . . . seduction . . . dancing.” She ended with a sigh.

  “Hmm.” I tangled my hands in her hair and went for her neck with a kiss that slid to her ear. “I like dancin’ with you, Leelee.”

  I waltzed her around the kitchen, enjoying the feel of her in my arms and the enormous possibilities of her staying with me.

  “So, I’ll stay for a couple weeks, and then we can figure out if it works.” Her voice melted against my skin.

  “Oh ye of little faith. It’ll work.” I dipped her, my lips finding the hollow of her shoulder, sucking lightly. “JJ will be home soon. Let’s get you settled.”

  I grabbed her things and propelled her up the stairs into my room. Our room. Clean and tidy, fresh and bright, I couldn’t wait to see what sort of mayhem she made out of it. I emptied drawers—not that she’d use them as she seemed to prefer her belongings strewn all over the furniture—but the idea of her underthings in my dresser gave me a frigging thrill. I shoved my stuff to one side of the large closet and turned around to find Leelee staring at me with her hands on her hips.

  “Are you sure you want to put me in your bedroom, sug? What about JJ and confusion?”