by Rie Warren
Whoa, hoss.
Before I knew it, I was back at the bar and held two longnecks in my hands. Approaching Ashe was a really fucking bad idea, but I almost didn’t care. No Jerry or Cherry or wannabe Harley momma was gonna cut it for me.
“I brought you a beer,” I said as Ashe hopped off the mechanical chopper. “Dance?”
Ashe accepted the drink and took a swallow. I watched every move from her naturally red lips to her neck bobbing like it would when she took my dick down her throat. Instead of answering, she looped her arms around my shoulders.
I placed my hands just above her ass where the leather stretched tight and heat emanated from her skin. She felt good. She didn’t flap her gums. She moved like sin.
“I figured you’d probably ignore me for the rest of the week.” Ashe’s hips rocked against my throbbing erection.
“Tried that.”
She pulled back. “For a whole hour?” Her brown eyes shined with amusement.
“It’s a well-known fact we hate each other.” My thigh sliding between hers gave lie to that notion.
“Baby, if you think I hate you, you must really think I rock when I like someone.” She anchored the seam of her pants against my solid thigh, riding me up and down.
I gripped her hips to move her harder against me. “Ashe, this is not a good idea.”
“It’s Bike Week. We’re not supposed to be good.” She leaned up to lick my earlobe. “We’re supposed to be bad.”
“Christ.” I ground out.
“I’m not looking for a good boy to bring home to Momma if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“What if I’ve had enough of your shrew tongue?”
“Then you'll never find out what else I can do with my tongue, will you?” Her hot mouth drifted to the corner of my lips as my brain cells went kaboom, and my cock did a touchdown dance. “What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. When we get back to Mount Pleasant no contact, no phone calls, no issues. Just you and me, for one week only.”
“No way.” I clenched her closer. “I prefer anonymous hook-ups.”
“I’m sorry, did you say hookers? You know that’s an illegal offense, right?”
“But you’re not on duty.”
“That’s right. So the offer still stands.”
“Why?”
“I may be a cop, Brodie, but I’m still a woman.”
No shit. I’d never seen Officer Kingston out of uniform. And she was waaay out of uniform here. Jesus. I’d also never seen the policewoman be anything but professional to a T. Now she was fucking with my head. I could clearly see she was all-woman, stacked in just the right places. And something in me reacted to her like never before. Mainly, my cock.
“And I think you’re hot.” With her arms wound around my neck, she rose to her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, “You’re raw and dangerous.” Her fingers tugged my hair with just the right amount of force, sending a jolt of excitement to my cock. “I bet you look damn good naked. And I figure you know how to fuck long and hard.”
Goddamn if I didn’t shudder and groan.
“I’ll show you an illegal offense, Officer PD Law.” My hands scooped under her half-shirt to feel the undersides of her breasts. They were heavy in my palms. She twisted further into my hands.
“I don’t think you have the balls to follow through,” she challenged.
I’d never backed away from a dare before. But fuck my bike, this was Ashe motherfucking Kingston. The woman I had a deep grudge against. “You arrested my sister!”
“Mind taking your hands off my tits when you yell at me?”
I dropped back a step.
She got in my face. “I probably changed her life.”
“And ruined the rest of ours at the same time.”
She paled. “That’s not fair and you know it.” Her words were strong, but her voice came out weak.
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
Before she could reply, I hit the can, checked my bike outside, and paced the parking lot with a cig clamped between my teeth. Maybe it was my own guilt, my own blame eating me up inside. If I’d paid closer attention to Cat maybe I could’ve stopped her before she went full-blown smack addict on us. If I’d been driving our folks that night, maybe I could’ve avoided the accident. I stamped on my cigarette butt. I sat on my bike and thought about baling out on the rest of the night.
There were plenty of other men interested in Ashe. Let one of them take her for a ride. I didn’t have to go back inside. I didn’t have to see her again.
But I wanted to.
There was a pool game in action when I joined my tribe. Ashe held a cue, lifting eyes that were less sparkly to mine when she saw me. For a moment my heart did the wrecking ball thing in my chest. But I didn’t need anyone’s pity or sympathy. What was done was done. At least Cat had survived.
I watched the game, waiting for my turn. I rolled my neck and grinded my teeth and cracked my knuckles every time another and another guy talked to Ashe. Sure as shit I wasn’t interested in any of the ladies who approached me while I idled by the pool table. Eeny, Meany, Miney, Oh, Hell no.
Ashe had wiped the table clean. She nodded at me to start a new game. I broke, hitting a solid into the pocket. Our group hung out, hooked up, split off. I couldn’t keep my eyes away Ashe.
Every time she leaned over to hit her mark I was treated to more than an eyeful of her bouncy ample breasts. A thin trickle of sweat streaked down her cleavage about the time my cock burbled out another drop of precome.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked as she stood up and her nipples did, too, after she banked and pocketed her ball.
“No. Does it look like I am?”
Christ, no. That was the problem. Ashe looked ready for a long, hard, loud fuck, like she’d said.
She racked up because I was too slack-jawed to do anything but think about how fast I could get her across my Harley, into my room, and onto my hard cock.
Tuck and Tail and Handsome headed to the hotel with Probie and probably myriad women in tow, but I couldn’t leave until I made sure Ashe was safely tucked in bed. Riiiight.
She won again. She rounded the table, pool cue in hand. “If the answer’s no, why are you still hanging around? You’re alone after two dozen chicks probably begged you to take them to bed.”
I arched an eyebrow. Was Officer Kingston jealous?
I grinned. Grabbing her stick, I ran it lightly up and down the seam of her pants. I felt the heat coming off her and wondered just how soaking wet she was. I laid the cue on the table and jerked her against me.
“Is this why you always act like such a bitch around me?” I fisted her hair. “You just wanted to go for a ride on my cock all these years?”
“Maybe. Doesn’t explain why you’ve been such an asshole though.”
“Wench,” I hoarsely whispered, drawing my mouth down her neck.
Ashe wriggled her hand into my leathers. Her eyes widened in surprise just before mine rolled back possibly never to be seen again. Her fingers tickled the long thick underside of my cock. Her moan was half-gasp, half-holy fuck. She fondled my frenny ladder that led all the way up to the Prince Albert piercing through the head of my cock.
She bit her lip then asked, “Steel?”
“You know it.”
“Jesus, Brodie.” Her tone turned needy.
I clasped her wrist and pulled her hand from my pants. “It’s a deal. You. Me. Bike Week only.”
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Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels.
Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he's only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.
Roped into playing his best buddy's gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who's gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh's backlist of Penthouse Forum.
The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can't stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.
Too bad romance is just for books.
Love, In The Fast Lane, Carolina Bad Boys #2
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December 11, 2014
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Rie Warren gives readers a bad boy bachelor and a tattooed vixen in this hot new release from her steamy southern series.
New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.
Cool-as-ice, Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark she can’t control. Their electric attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but he comes bearing the baggage of a family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He knows love has no guarantees.
Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have Cat, and now he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?
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Sugar Daddy, Lowcountry Heat #1
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She needs a job. He wants a mistress. Hearts and contracts are bound to get broken.
Shay Greer is pure GRITS—a Girl Raised In The South–but nowhere near a demure southern belle. She’s looking for a way out of her broken down marriage when she lands an unexpected job offer she really should refuse. Position? Mistress. Fringe Benefits? Of course. Fraternization with sexy CEO Reardon Boone? Required.
Shay signs on, lured by the promise of intimacy missing from her failed marriage. She’s barely survived a hellish year of heartbreak and needs a fresh start. Little does she know a clean break is the last thing she’ll get with the mysterious millionaire.
Reardon sticks to his tried and true rules: no-strings-attached seduction, no messy emotions, absolutely nothing resembling a real relationship. This sassy, sultry woman fits the bill precisely . . . until she arouses more than his erotic appetite.
A shark in the boardroom and a lady-killer in the bedroom, Reardon is as irresistible as he is unattainable. Shay falls hard, but his inability to love could tear them apart. She finds out that beneath Reardon’s seductive mask lies a man as tortured as she is.
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Two sworn enemies have everything to lose and each other to live for.
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Acknowledgments
What a great ride this has been so far! All my thanks and love go to Gillian Littlehale, my beta-editor-friend. Joelle Mendes—my PA and good friend—has taken on the monster task of keeping me organized, and has done so brilliantly. Don’t envy her, people.
Many thanks to all those who have been reading the Carolina Bad Boys series. I enjoy all the posts, messages, spots, and support so many have shown me. I have enormous love for the bloggers, Facebook folks, and friends who have spread the word! Some of the superstars are: One-Click Addicts, Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews, the MC book groups, Not Another Damn Book Blog, and of course my street team.
I am very thankful.
About Rie
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html.
Contents
RIDE
Note to readers
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter N
ine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
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