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Authors: Rie Warren

Stone: At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1) (32 page)

She took a sip, swallowed, and slowly grinned.
“Oh, hon, my bite is so much worse than my bark. You don’t even want to know.”

Cat strolled off on long legs in a white dress, leaving me desperate to know, needing to know. I wanted to feel her bite, all over my body. Her words shook me, sent me
straight into fuck fantasies I needed to expel onto paper, into my story, if I wasn’t going to get my hands on her.

The getting-my-hands-on her possibility looked even less likely when I saw Cat later. She was speaking heatedly to a
new dude. Her hands waved around, her black hair came loose, and hot color painted her cheeks. The guy talked over her, getting down in her face.
The guy
had wavy blond hair to his shoulders, golden scruff on his face, and full tattooed sleeves down his arms and onto the backs of his hands where several heavy silver rings weighed on his fingers.

It looked like Wildcat had her very own wildman with an MC crew.

A bolt of jealousy jolted right through me.

Oh no, I am not goin
’ there either.

Not with her, not just because she was a challenge. A very sexy, tight-lipped, straitlaced challenge
who made my bygone days of bedding broads look like a walk in the park.

I knocked back the last warm dregs of my final beer of the day, prodding Josh with my elbow.
“Think that fucker has enough tats? Wonder what he’s trying to prove.”

“
Who? That guy with Cat?”

“
Yeah.
That guy
with Wildcat.” I gritted the words through clenched teeth.

Josh took both
our empties and sailed them into the recycling bin. “Yo, that’s one of her brothers, Brodie.”

My pissed off mood
immediately lightened. Which was stupid as hell. “Well, they don’t look like they’re related.”

She was dark and gorgeous, he was light and . . . whatever. I was not paying attention to the relief spinning inside of me. Not.

“Word is Catarina has full sleeves on her arms, too. Must be a family thing,” Josh added.

I hardly heard what he said. I was too busy picturing
tats, all up and down Cat’s arms, colorful sleeves over soft skin. Was it an intricate masterpiece or unconnected designs? I was turned right the hell on, wondering what story her ink would tell. Dammit.

After rubbernecking Cat and her brother
’s showdown, I hunted down Viper—who I hoped hadn’t been made into mincemeat by Josh yet—and Mimi, who was probably up in the house trading her latest ebooks with Gigi, splashed out on bourbon.

I didn
’t get far before the blond biker stood directly in my path.

And here we go.

“I saw you staring at my kid sister.”

Who the fuck was this dude kidding? There was no way Wildcat was a kid what-so-fucking
-ever. “One might even say I was ogling her,” I smart-assed.

This Brodie Steele was as ripped as me. And maybe he had an extra couple inches over me, but that just meant I could move faster. Josh didn
’t call me scrappy for nothing.

“
She ain’t interested,” he growled, popping his knuckles where three fat silver rings sat for extra menacing measure.

“
Huh. You see, that’s funny.” I scratched the side of my jaw and then loosened my neck. “I got the feelin’ Cat was capable of taking care of herself when she slapped me across the face.”

His fists uncurle
d and he smirked. “She did that?”

“
Yeah, the first time
I dared to say hello.” A mistake I was willing to make again, but big brother didn’t need to know that. Her smart slap awoke so many impulses inside of me, I’d let her beat the crap out of me just to see the passionate fire win out over the cold ice queen bondage.

“
Sounds like her.”

No shit.

“Hey, you’re Nicky Love, right?” Brodie extended his hand, pumping mine.

“
Nick Loveland, yeah.”

“
I probably shouldn’t tell you this—Cat would kick my ass to Timbuktu and back—but she’s got all your books.” He chuckled.

Storing that little secret
away for future flirtation.

“
Lay off, Brodie.”

That throaty voice, the one right there, made the hair
on the back of my neck stand up and electricity course to my cock.

Brodie put both hands up in front of him to ward off Cat.
“Just exchanging pleasantries, sis.”

She
came up beside me, her hands on her hips, long sleeves covering her arms and possible tattoos I wanted to see. “I know all about you and your pleasantries and you can fuck off,
brother
.”

Backing away,
Brodie grinned between us. That grin made him look like a devilish little boy, except for the fact he’d been ready to pummel my face in a few minutes ago.

“
Walk me to my car?” Cat asked.

Invitation,
question, command . . . I didn’t care. I took Cat’s hand in mine, lacing my fingers through hers, smiling when she audibly breathed in at the touch of skin against skin.

Yeah, spark.

And Christ, as if I needed another reason to ignite that spark. Cat’s car? It was nothing but a top of the line, special edition, drag-racing demon with a thick black widow blood red stripe down the center . . . A Dodge Challenger Rallye Redline. The kind of road-beast women took their panties off for. Or, in my case, the kind of muscle car I tried not to drool over as I held her door open.

Waiting until she was seated,
her long legs pulled inside, I lingered.

“
That’s far enough. You’ve done your job.” Wildcat closed the door.

Most chicks invited me inside so they could take a ride on my cock. Forget about eight pistons pumping under that badass
hood, I had one piston in mind for her.

I caressed the roof as if I was caressing Cat
’s body. The half-shaded, black-tinted window rolled partway down.

“
My job?” I was not used to getting the brush-off.

Cat gripped
the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes aimed out the windshield. “Proving a point to Brodie.” Her mirrored shades reflected up at me. “And now we’re done.”

We weren
’t done, not by a longshot. But I let her roll up the window. I watched her peel out in a cloud of dust and gravel, mashing the pedal to the floor to fishtail it away from me.

For whatever reason, I got under cool Cat
’s skin.

I was so very fucking far from done with her.

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New edition, January 2014

Contemporary erotic romance

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. Fringe Benefits?
Of course
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Required
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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
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Solange Curry was the gangly girl he teased in childhood. Now she
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Despite her undeniable attraction to the sexy former soldier, she won
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For Ransome, dealing with his physical setbacks is one thing. Coming to grips with the idea he might not be a good enough man for Solange is a brand new obstacle. One he
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