Bo (19 page)
Authors: Rie Warren
Brodie was always on my case, just because. He didn’t bother me anymore. I’d proved myself, made the cut.
I just couldn’t seem to sink shit tonight.
Sin dropped over the table to grunts all round. Even more road-ready dudes gathered around to salivate, just waiting for their turn. I wouldn’t mind if one of them took her off my hands. This woman was trouble.
On second thought, screw that.
None of them were getting their hands on Sinclair Chatham. Neither was I.
Best strategy would be to shut this down, close her out, and get her gone ASAP.
After she scratched on her next turn—while I stood next to her, flexing my arms across my chest—I grazed a knuckle under her chin so she’d look up at me.
Those sea green eyes once again mesmerized me.
I shook myself.
Troubl
e
? Straight up danger zone.
Getting with the plan, I dropped my voice. “Look, Sin—”
“Sin?” she said on an intake of breath.
“Yeah. Here’s the thing.” I moved the two of us away from the onlookers and eavesdroppers. “I like my ladies a lot of ways. Blonde, brunette, big, small. I like cherries shy, I like ’em with sassy mouths . . .
I like them with wet, hot mouths.
” I licked my lips, wondering what her plump bottom lip would feel like sucked between mine. “
I like to fuck
. And anything goes. But when I’m in bed, I’m in charge.”
Her eyes narrowing, her body tensed. “I don’t give up control that easily.”
I backed a pace away from her with a sharp grin. “That’s what I thought. So, I’m not the guy for you. You ain’t the chick for me. Sadie got it all wrong.”
She toed up to me with a
hands on hips
stance, then her eyes suddenly sparkled with amusement. “I think
you
got the wrong end of the stick.” She prodded me in the chest with the bumper of her cue butt. “I’m just here for a pool game, Cole.”
An unwilling smile curved my lips. I turned her around and guided her into place over the pool table with me at her back.
The men who had gawked while we’d had our
private
talk suddenly pretended to be interested in their drinks, the ceiling, the time on their watches, but as soon as I bent Sin over the table I felt their gazes drilling into us.
I leaned over her, my breath rustling the silky ultra-blonde hair beside her temple.
I heard her swallow as I laid my hands over hers on the cue stick.
Her ass nestled against my cock. A very interested cock.
She is such bad news.
With my big arms wrapped around her smaller body, we made the final shot. My hands only trembled a little when she gasped as my dick made harder contact with that pert ass of hers.
Eight ball, far corner pocket.
“Game. Over.” I whispered roughly in her ear. “Now let’s get you out of here.”
Pushing me back, she swung around. “This might come as news to you, but I don’t like taking orders either.”
“Bingo.” I winked at her. “Is your car outside?”
“No. My driver dropped me off.”
Jesus.
“Fine. Let’s get you home.”
I held her hand in mine as I cut a path back to the bar where I gathered my leather cut. I only let her go long enough to jerk the vest into place over my shoulders.
Her shimmering eyes widened a little when I had it in place over my gray tank top, with my ripped, frayed jeans, the worn leather belt with the big silver buckle, and the kick-your-ass biker boots.
I raked my hands through my hair. “You about done staring?”
Her gaze lifted. “I could’ve asked you the same thing earlier.”
Busted.
As I hustled her toward the door, I could tell the guys were busting their guts trying to bite their lips.
Brodie didn’t bother with any of that, shouting out, “Way to make a first impression!”
I spun to glare at the Veep. “Not another fucking word.”
“
Ohhh
.” He lazily leaned against a table, stroking his goatee. “Giving orders to the Vice Prez could get your patch yanked.”
“You’re not the only one who doesn’t take orders,” Sin called back as I marched her outside.
The guys’ heckles swilled out after us.
I directed Sin toward my bike. “I think we’ve already established that.”
“This is your motorcycle?” Her fingers trailed over the seat of my roadbeast.
My own beast jumped in my jeans, her stroking fingers causing a commotion to my cock and all she was touching was my motorcycle for fuck’s sake. “Yeah. Welcome to the ride of your life.” I squinted at her from top to toe then said, “But we’re gonna have to do something about this.”
This
was her beautiful dress in some kind of silk that swathed her hips and tits and thighs in a colorful oriental design. And then . . . her perilously high heels, which made her hips sway side to side with every step she took.
I took off my Retribution vest and helped her into it. And that was so goddamn hot I really wished I was in her league, or that she’d be up to playing the way I really wanted.
After dragging my gaze away from the mind-bending visual of the top class broad in the expensive dress wearing a black leather, skull and scales of justice cut, I grabbed my spare helmet.
“You been on one of these things before?” I settled the brain bucket on her head, her hair beneath my fingers just as soft as it looked.
“No.”
I helmeted up and straddled the bike. “Get on behind me. Hold on around my waist. Lean when I lean.” Turning my face, my lips nearly brushed hers. “I’ll take it easy on you this time.”
She shifted even closer behind me, running her arms around my waist and resting her thighs against mine. “I don’t want you to take it easy on me.”
Miss Priss was playing with fire.
The engine purred to life, deep and dark, and Sin grabbed me harder with a full throttle laugh as we set off.
Ugh
. Sin on my
sexy as sin
all black Harley Night Rod that shined with a few gold accents. Her hem flipped up, teasing me with the visual of lots of curved thigh. Not to mention the spiky heels.
Holy shit.
Wet dream material right there, but I would not think about that.
Her lips hit my ear as she gave me directions downtown.
Yup. I had her pegged her right.
With her hands grasping my belt buckle, her legs gripping me, her body plastered to mine, I gave her what I’d promised—the ride of her life. Just not the one I wanted to give her. Still, I couldn’t help grinning as we gunned across bridges and slip-streamed through traffic, the lights shining off the Charleston harbor.
I quieted the engine, gentling my Harley like a sweet little baby as we entered the peninsula. Across from White Point Garden where the inlet battered the shoreline and Civil War cannons aimed out to sea, I cut the engine and hit the kickstand. Quickly dismounting, I helped Sin off the bike.
I glanced behind me. “You live here?”
Here
was enormous. On the Battery—of course it was. Alongside the Ravenels, the Hawkes, the Calhouns . . . all the old Charleston families. There were deep verandas—not,
you know
, common porches—on every level and every side of the mansion as far as I could see, and the house stood four-stories high. I couldn’t even guesstimate how many rooms back it reached on the large, private lot. A well-tended courtyard with a large, lighted marble fountain framed the area beside the brick driveway.
In the drive? The kind of high retail cars that would make a fool drool.
“It’s my mom and dad’s house.” Looking down, she smoothed out the bottom of her dress over those long, shapely thighs that had been pressed against mine. “Yes, I live here with them.”
I took off my helmet and let it hang from my fingers. “Just how old are you?”
“Twenty-six. You?”
“Twenty-five. And I don’t live with Mommy and Daddy.”
Sin drew off my vest with a curl of her shoulders. I stepped behind her to pull it down her arms, my fingers grazing hers. For some insane reason I wanted to close the distance between us, drag her back against me, kiss a path up the side of her soft-looking, so-pampered neck.
I shoved away the impulse, slipping on the creased leather. Unbuckling her helmet from behind, I lifted it off. She shook out the pale glossy tresses, and I sucked in a breath.
“Your mom and dad know where you’ve been tonight, precious?” My voice thundered deep and husky. I ran a forearm around her waist.
She shivered against me, her breath halting then turning into soft pants. “Just because I live at home doesn’t mean I’m under lock and key.”
My fingers skimming across her cheek, I turned her face. “Good. Because I’m gonna kiss you now.”
Her lips parted. Her eyelids slid closed. I homed in on her heat, her warmth, her fire. As soon as my mouth touched hers, an unholy urge shook me. She tasted like spice, and her lips plumped against the firmness of mine.
A small gasp left her throat, and then her mouth parted.
Her hands clenching my arm and my neck, she turned fully around. With a slant of my head, I snuck between her lips, my tongue guiding the way to the sleek surrounds. A hot gust of breath fanned against my cheek as her tongue struck out, diving around mine to reach my mouth.
Our tongues met and twisted together.
I whipped my head back fast. Released her just as quickly, only grasping her elbow when she stumbled a little.
“I didn’t mean to go that far.” My entire body felt strung tight, humming with lust. I swallowed hard. “I didn’t even mean to kiss you.”
“In case you missed it, Cole, I wasn’t complaining.” A teasing smile played around her perfect red lips. “And don’t worry. My daddy might be a hotshot lawyer, but he hasn’t taken a shotgun to one of my boyfriends yet. Certainly not just for giving me a goodnight kiss.”
My hands balled at my sides, I restrained from touching her again. “I don’t start things I don’t intend to finish.”
“Neither do I.” Her chin notched up, and her eyes hardened, giving an edge to her sweetheart face.
“But this is one thing we’re definitely never gonna finish, Sin.”
“Suit yourself.” She shrugged, pivoting around. As she started up the drive, she called back, “See you ’round, Coletrane.”
“I doubt that very much.” No matter how much I wanted it.
I stood stock still, watching her ass sway back and forth until she reached the door and let herself inside.
Rubbing my fingers over the stubble on my jaw, I groaned. I also did a few readjustments to my cock. One kiss, and she’d run over me like a fucking freight train. Christ, even my cut smelled like Sin. Her refined perfume hit me like a rush.
I took one last look at the mansion before tearing away on my Night Rod.
Maybe Sadie thought I needed to be set up because she and Kinkaid were all
so sweet, so in love
. Sadie didn’t have to outsource if she wanted to get me a date. The Retribution MC, full of hot Harley chicks any given night, was a fucking matchmaker’s paradise. Go figure. Brodie and Ashe, Hunter and JB, Kinkaid and Sadie were just the latest to do the couple’s thing.
Not me though. Oh hell no. I was on hand to lend an ear, a shoulder, a fifth of Jack or anything else you wanted to take a crack at, but I was determined to stay single.
I had very clear characteristics I looked for in a woman, and most of the ladies were too into the superficial to give me what I needed long-term. I knew what I wanted and understood most chicks would not give that up.
I soared across the Ravenel Bridge, hitting the outskirts of Mt. Pleasant, thrilling at the fast, thunder-loud ride.
Take Sinclair Chatham, just for instance.
Sin.
She immediately got right the fuck under my skin in ways I did not like, in ways I wanted a thousand times more, harder, hotter, faster.
Not gonna happen.
The MC crew all thought I was Mr. Nice Guy.
What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
What sexy downtown princess Sin didn’t know could
definitely
hurt her.
In other words, she was completely off-limits.
Read more about the sexy alpha men and their feisty women in the original, ongoing series!
Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys #1
Contemporary Erotic Romance
September 25, 2014
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MRPKWAY
http://www.amazon.com/Stone-Your-Service-Carolina-Volume/dp/1500744786/
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Rie Warren delivers a steamy, humorous romance with one hell of an alpha male bad boy.
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.
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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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Contemporary erotic romance
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Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the
ever lovin’ hell
out of him, and turns him on so much he can’t see straight. He keeps coming back for more.
Ashe isn’t just a hard-nosed police officer. And she wants no part of Brodie outside of their no-strings-attached fling. There’s no way he’s settling-down material but he’s hard to resist with his inked sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in places that make Ashe melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly determined to have her.
If there’s anything more risky than laying his heart on the line for this sexy woman, it’s Ashe’s job. It puts her life in danger in a way he can’t possibly protect her from. Can their hot bond win out over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from Brodie before she lets him into her heart?
RIDE, Carolina Bad Boys novella
New Adult
January 8, 2015
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The full, sexy, New Adult version of
RIDE
, the novella featured in
Stone, At Your Service
, Carolina Bad Boys series.
College man Jase Everly has bad boy written all over him.
Rides a motorcycle?
Check.
Has tats?
You bet.
Couldn't give a shit about rules?
He's all over that.
When he's cut off from the oil baron family funds, he finds a new way to support his education, his bike habit, his bad habits. And his business venture is nothing he's proud of.
Top-notch student Avery Greene is a good girl. Deans List,
never missed a class, straightlaced material. She's on the college fast track until one night and one jock destroy her life
.
She hides inside her sweaters. She buries her nose in her books.
She ignores the pain inside her, and she's
sure
she hates Jase from the moment she lays eyes on him.
The problem is
—
Avery needs someplace to stay, and Jase wants a roommate. They’re enemies at first sight. Now they’re going to live together.
Roomies? Maybe.
Romance? Never.
That’s what she said.
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25069885-chrome-with-a-heart-forged-in-steele
Boomer Steele is big. He’s bad. He’s the Retribution MC pres. He’s been dealt the worst hand imaginable and bears the scars inside and out. Not that anyone knows it. He’s watched his younger brother and sister hook up and hitch up with the loves of their lives, and now he’s the last Steele standing alone. Maybe he should keep it that way.
Then one feisty honey makes him feel, gets in his grill, pisses him off.
She goes by the name of Rayce. And that’s exactly what she does on her motocross bike when she’s not busy getting her hands dirty with her fellow grease monkeys as the only female mechanic at Stone’s Garage. She’s into fixing bikes, racing hers, and making Boomer’s life a living hell just for the fun of it. Oh, and she hates being treated like a girl.
Sparks flying? That’s an understatement where these two are concerned. Yet when Rayce needs a place to live, and Boomer offers her a room in his house, their unquenchable attraction wins out over antagonism.
Sometimes
. Rayce’s crappy upbringing makes her think love is for stupid fools asking for heartbreak. She’s not willing to go there for any man. Not even Boomer Steele.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.