Bad Boys Teaser: A Sizzling Bad Boys Anthology

by Rie Warren

  A good five hundred MC members rolled along Charleston’s roads before the run ended with lunch and music and live bands for dancing.

  My patience shredded after the first hour of partying.

  Too many people in one place made the back of my neck itch right along with my trigger finger. Too many men checking out JB as she grooved to the music called to the mercenary in me—the killer I’d been so close to the surface. I didn’t dance, but fuck if I’d hang on the sidelines with her drawing dudes to her like mouth-breathing moths to the flame.

  I held her in my arms, moving with her motions. Unhurried. All the time in the world to enjoy this new feeling except need and desire and must-have won out by miles over manners.

  “Come home with me,” I blurted.

  “Subtle.” She rubbed her face against my chest.

  “I only do subtle when I work. Not when I’m fucking. I’m probably no good at romance either, but I take care of my people, and I can definitely take care of you in all the right ways, sweetheart.”

  She drew my mouth to hers.

  I stopped before our lips met, barely brushing hers. “Do you have to buddy-call Rayce?”

  “You want me to?”

  “I want you to know I’m gonna come at you hard and fast, but you’re safe with me.”

  “You always give the same PSA?” She leaned back in my arms.

  “No. You’re different.”

  “I don’t need to call Rayce. Take me home, Hunter.” She tucked her hair inside the back of her jacket and lifted her helmet. “I can’t wait for you to come at me hard and fast.”

  Good thing I’d done my homework and nosed around some of the other Redemption ladies to get a few of JB’s most pertinent details. Fresh-faced? Yes. Knowing? Hell yes. Of age? Thank fuck. She was twenty-five to my thirty-one. Jailbait still for a man of my experience and all I’d done, but she felt so absolutely right in my arms I couldn’t let her go.

  JB was about to be mine in less than twenty-four hours, like I’d warned Cole.

  Three

  WHEN I’D TOLD JB she was different, that was no joke. I wasn’t in the habit of bringing women to my place. In the past I’d refrained from taking chicks home at all. I tended to do my fucking at their place, in a hotel, occasionally in public. More recently, I’d been on the celibate side, putting my wild days behind me. Probably why I’d felt the need to warn JB I was going to ravage her until she couldn’t walk straight.

  As I turned into my driveway with JB rumbling in behind me on that fuckhot Ducati, I tried to remember if I’d cleaned up before taking Jack home or, at least, sufficiently aired the place out after yesterday’s pizza fiasco. I didn’t want to look like a complete slob.

  Christ. I couldn’t believe this girl was making me so nervous. But the fact was I’d brought JB home because she wasn’t the type of woman you got your dick wet with in a seedy motel, in public, or even in a car . . . at least not the first time.

  I waited for her to take off her helmet and set it on the seat of her bike before I captured her hand and led her up the porch.

  “Not too shabby,” she commented with a grin.

  My house was a decent spread on a couple acres of land. I wasn’t all that fond of having neighbors—or fond of people in general—so I’d purchased the lot and had the house built smack dab in the middle of it. Two stories, big yard, plenty of space for Jack and close enough to Mt. Pleasant proper I wasn’t stuck all the way in the boonies. I’d earned enough in danger pay to have a healthy bank account and investment portfolio, so I dropped a few bucks on the house. Putting down those roots so I could stay near Jack.

  Inside I threw my keys and wallet on a table near the door and turned on a few lights. JB walked farther inside, treating me to a first class view of her ass in the butt-cupping jeans. I followed her across the polished pine floorboards into the living room. It was sunken down a few steps and featured a big brick fireplace—the kind Norman Rockwell paintings were made of.

  “No pets?” she asked.

  “Not really an animal person.”

  “Funny.”

  “What?”

  Sauntering to me, she unzipped her jacket. The seductive look in her eyes had cock-hardening powers, and a hot rush of arousal raced right through my body. I licked my lips, just waiting to taste hers, and dropped my gaze as the tight jacket opened. The padded black leather gaped around her high, round tits, but the shirt she wore kept the tops of her breasts out of sight. No worries, I’d find out about the rest of her freckles soon.

  “You look a little wild yourself.” Her pornstar lips curved in a teasing smile.

  I slipped the jacket from her shoulders and added it to mine on the couch.

  Turning back to her, I asked, “Hungry?” With my hand spanning her neck, my fingertips reached her plush lips, resting against them.

  “No.” She nipped at the pad of my index finger.

  “Thirsty?” Let it be known I tried to be a good host before fucking her brains out.

  With a shake of her head, she took my thumb inside her mouth. My skin burned, my cock filled, lengthening. Leaning down, I dragged my lips up her neck to her ear. In her flat-heeled biker boots, JB only reached my chin. The perfect size to fit against my larger body.

  Just as my hand drifted to the bottom of her shirt, she strolled away, leaving me grasping air with a laugh rumbling out of my chest. At the fireplace, she scanned the photos on the mantle then took one from it.

  I groaned. It was my graduation picture from the Academy. Full uniform, clean-cut, neatly shaved, short hair. Nothing like I looked now with the thick hair dusting the collar of my shirt and the thicker stubble lining my jaw. The new crinkles around my no longer worry-free eyes.

  I’d also been about fifty pounds lighter than the two hundred and ten-pound man standing in front of JB.

  “Oh wow, this is you?” She traced the photo with her fingertips as she stared at my younger, more innocent self.

  “Yeah.” I was no longer nervous but insanely hard.

  At the sound of my gruff voice, she looked up. I watched her lips part and her eyes darken. She held the photo frame clutched in both hands.

  Stalking to her, I kept my gaze locked on hers. “Enough sightseeing.” I returned the photo to its place.

  “Something else you want to see?” Wide innocent eyes the color of a night sky delved into mine.

  “Yeah. You. Naked.” On my bed.

  I lead her upstairs without another word spoken. In my bedroom, I switched on a small light because I was not about to waste this opportunity. Our lips crashed together, and hers were warm and pliable, her tongue motherfucking acrobatic as it danced and dived around mine. For a moment, we tasted each other outside of our mouths, lips held open, tongues touching, and it was so hot I broke away with a groan.

  “I need . . .”

  “What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice lowered to a dirty gritty lusty tone.

  My cock lay at an awkward angle inside the constricting jeans. I popped open the top buttons, worked my hand inside, and straightened myself. The wet engorged tip kissed my stomach, stretching beyond the waist of my jeans. “Needed some breathing room.”

  “Show me.”

  I arched an eyebrow.

  “If your cock’s so hard because of me you can’t fit in your jeans anymore, I deserve to see what I’m getting.”

  Far be it for me to argue. I drew my shirt off and tossed it aside.

  My cock needed no coercion making an appearance. Another couple inches pulsed out of the opening, splitting the denim wide.

  “Good Lord,” JB gasped. “You’ve got girth.”

  My shoulders shook with a laugh. “Girth?”

  “Holy shit, yeah. You’re . . . um”—she pulled her top lip through her teeth, leaving it shiny and still lipstick red—“thick as my wrist. See?”

  She lined up her hand with my shaft butting out of the jeans. My thighs tensed at the touch of her skin against mine. I glanced dow
n then slammed my eyes shut. She wasn’t wrong.

  “Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my chest, and I looked at her through half-slit eyes.

  Her touch ignited the fire racing to my nads. “What?”

  “Chest hair, too. Sexy.” She tweaked my flat brown nipples and I shuddered hard.

  I was a man, yeah I had chest hair, a black smattering across my pecs that formed a straight line down my abs and beyond.

  She seemed to approve, rubbing her cheek against the light pelt then attaching her hot moist mouth to my skin, on the move to my stomach.

  “Not so fast.” I pulled her up. “Fair’s fair. Top off.”

  Crossing both arms, she reached for the hem of her shirt. With a wink, she pulled the long-sleeved top up and away. Encased in a sheer black bra, her tits bounced, and her nipples were dark, coin-sized, pebbled. As I’d imagined, hoped, fantasized, she had tiny dots of freckles on her shoulders and across the high, full, creamy mounds.

  Pulling her to my chest, I looked down her back. Those tempting butterfly tats increased in size the lower they were inked on her spine until the largest—bright blue, violet, and black—decorated her skin just above the dimples of her ass.

  Finding what I was looking for, I snapped open the clasp of her bra. I hooked one strap then the other off her shoulders. When I pushed her a step back, the bra fell to floor.

  I ran my hands from the flair of her hips to the indent of her waist, over her ribs and up to her breasts. Cupping the twin mounds of so-soft flesh, I watched her plum-colored nipples peek between my fingers.

  “Gorgeous.” I bent, kissing one nub with a lingering suck then the other. I crouched even farther, trailing the tip of my tongue from her belly button and up through her deep cleavage. “Freckles,” I moaned. “I love your freckles.”

  I tongued all the little dots I could find, palming her generous tits, scraping my thumbs across her nipples.

  She raked her fingers through my hair before tugging on it. “My turn to see more.”

  I stared at her breasts, frowning. “For a small woman, you sure are bossy.”

  JB cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. “Small?”

  “I take that back.”

  While her incredible tits distracted me, she tackled the rest of the buttons on my jeans. Before I knew it, I was undressed to my skin, and JB had stopped talking, stopped moving, possibly stopped breathing.

  “You’re uncut.”

  I pulled the foreskin between two fingers. There wasn’t much give. I was so hard for her my cockhead pulsed, completely unhooded.

  “I’ve never . . .”

  “Tonight’s your lucky night.” I dragged my fingertips up my length as she shivered.

  “Looks so hot.”

  I stepped toward her, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Not yet. Turn around.”

  Fuck me if I didn’t immediately comply, buck-ass naked.

  “This just gets better and better, Hunter.” Her breathy voice strung an arrow of deep need in my groin.

  I looked over my shoulder. She stared at my full backpiece. Inked in black, I was marked with a ghostly apparition rising from a misty graveyard. The words Live Another Day were tattooed in wraith-like script across the bottom.

  Her hands skimmed down my back, and her lips followed. “It’s . . . haunting.”

  “Tried to tell you, sweetheart. My life isn’t about rainbows and puppy dogs.” I hoped she wouldn’t stop touching me.

  I hoped I hadn’t scared her away.

  “I knew that the first time I saw you.” On her tiptoes, her mouth and her tongue and her husky blues singer voice brushed against my neck and then my ear. “I want all of you tonight.”

  Drifting back down my body, she caressed my thighs all the way to my swinging ballsack.

  Kneading the muscles of my ass, she murmured, “You’re tan all over.” Her lips left hot wet trails on my glutes.

  “Genes.”

  She bit my hip. “Mmm. I like your genes.”

  Remaining on her knees, she turned me to face her. My cock swung against her face, but she ignored my shaft, scratching her nails down my abs instead.

  “You work out.”

  Strict regimen required by my work, you know, in case I have to kill with my bare hands or run from gunfire . . .

  “I take a spinning class.”

  She laughed, hitting me on the stomach.

  I captured her wrist, towing her to her feet. “My goal was to get you naked, not vice versa.”

  “Go for it. I’m easy for you.”

  “Keep it that way,” I growled.

  I helped JB out of her boots and socks first while she steadied herself on my shoulders. Her breasts brushed my face, but I only turned to suck on them once or twice. Rolling down her jeans, I took in the revealed sight of her mile-high legs, firm but soft. All woman.

  It was only when I looked up I faltered. “What the hell is that?”

  In addition to a pair of tiny see-through black bikinis that matched the long-gone bra, she wore a gold waist-chain low on her hips. A long tail dangled over her hip bone and, when I turned her to the side, an identical chain hung from the base of her spine, swinging between the plump cheeks of her ass.

  My mouth went dry at the sight. “We’re not taking this off.” I flicked the gold chain.

  She moved to shimmy the panties down her legs but I stopped her.

  “Leave ’em on for now. I think I want to savor this . . .” Understatement of the motherfucking year.

  JB had her own plans, although she left the panties and chain in place. “Get on the bed for me?”

  Did I do as she asked? Hell, yes. Hot woman in control. Sign me up.

  “Jerk off for me?”

  Hand on cock, just like that, as soon as I heard her sexy-voiced command.

  I spread my thighs wide, tugged my balls low, and set to slow work fisting the thick weight of my cock, flicking my wrist every time I reached the top.

  JB stared. Her cheeks flushed. Her nipples? So hard, so darkly colored.

  I made sure she saw the movement of my foreskin and the way my wide crown dampened with each pass. I choked my cock at the root and shook it in my hand.

  “My turn now.” Settling between my legs, she swung her lush brown curls over her shoulder and shoved my hands away.

  I reclined, my arms crossed behind my neck, my hips lifting. My head cranked back, I maintained my sights on her. Topless hand job by the hottest woman I’d ever met. That was going in the repertoire just in case she cut me off from anymore horny lovin’ later.

  She held me in both hands. “Ohhh. It’s so heavy.”

  Stroking my ego and my cock at the same time. Talented woman.

  Her tits bounced up and down when she really got into it. The two-handed hold tore grunts from my mouth. She fisted in opposite directions. She polished my knob with the flat of her palm, gathering the leaking precome to slicken my shaft on the way down.

  Lifting her hands off me, JB’s laughter swelled throughout the room when my cock waved in the air.

  I curled my fists into the blankets, so close to coming my dick ached and my balls were full.

  “Got any lube?” she asked.

  Unable to do more than grunt by then, I pointed to the bedside table. She hurried, quickly finding the tub as well as a strip of condoms she tossed onto the bed for later use. Smart thinking.

  She scooped some lube out with her fingers, spreading it between her hands. I liked my slick stuff creamy if I was taking the time to jag off. I liked to edge and swell and feel the veins pulsing in my grip, the thick white lube raunchier than any clear sleek liquid.

  Her palms oiled and ready, she set them on me again.

  “Oh, fucking hell!” My hips moved into her tight clasp.

  The squelching noise filled the room. Her thumbs pressed together along the bulging under-vein of my cock, she ran her hands up and down, up and down. I raised my head to watch. The thick rod disappeared inside her
slick hands and a creamy white foam formed between her fingers. Her tits bounced. Her cheeks turned pink. She bit her lip.

  Grabbing her hair, I hauled her to my mouth. I kissed her, groaning. Throbbing heat crackled at the surface of my skin. I was ready to shoot off.

  Her fingers folded together, she fucked me through her knuckles. Tightening and sweeping over the head, she ramped up the fire speeding to my balls.

  “You’re gonna make me come, JB.”

  “Am I?”

  Through gritted teeth, I snarled, “Oh, God, yesss!”

  At the last moment, she closed her soft full lips around the head of my cock. I blew my load in her mouth, the first feel of her wetness on my dick pushing me over the edge. Rope after rope of seed blasted from me, and she noisily swallowed, humming on me.

  After the last jet erupted from my cock, she opened her lips and let some of my come drip down onto my shaft. She slapped me against her face then bathed me in her tongue. She licked long trails through my pubes and up my cock, cleaning everything away with a kitten-and-cream smile.

  I relaxed onto the bed, my bones all but melted.

  “Next time I’ll give you the full treatment,” she smugly said.

  Awestruck. That was what I was. And fast rising to full cock-hardness again at the thought of a long blowjob from her lips. “Not sure I’d survive it.”

  “Sometimes I just like giving a hand job. Cock feels so good. Especially yours. I might have to prep to get all of you in my mouth.” JB continued in a conversational tone while she continued to blow my mind. “But I always swallow. I love the taste of come.”

  Jesus Christ.

  Tackling her beneath me, I propped up on my fists. “Oh yeah? Know what I like doing? Eating hot wet pussy.”

  “Then I think I’ve got what you’re looking for.”

  “No doubt.” Slipping off her, I sat against the headboard. “Give me your tits first.”

  Sitting astride me in nothing but the thin panties and mind-destroying gold waist chain, she fed me her breasts. I couldn’t get enough of her. The tight nipples, the little freckles, the way her hair fell over her face when she looked down to watch.