Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemp Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2015
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle..
My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay.
JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up.
Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?
Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job.
I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes.
He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass.
Who’s gonna save us now?
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
I was on a kick with MC reads and was offered a shot to review Hunter, so glad to say that I took that chance and ran with it. I have not read a Rie Warren book till Hunter, all I can say is I was missing a lot. Not only is she a great writer but she is one that can keep the pages turning.
Hunter better known to most as Ghost is the bad boy all are momma’s warned us about. His is sexy as hell and one man you just can’t get enough of. He walks in a room and you just know nothing is going to get past him.
He is knocked on his butt when JB walks in the club. Ghost might be able to say he wants not part of her but his heart has other plans. JB is a little mystery in one hot package. She knows what she wants and takes it.
I can’t wait to see what come next for these two. One great hot read that any Romance fanatic will love. Rie amazing job!
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.
“What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice had
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.”
“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
“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 down 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
“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 at the hem, she winked
before pulling the longsleeve up and off. 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 JB 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.
An hour later, I slid onto my motorcycle.
Helmet in hand, I ramped the Deus Grievous Angel to life.
JB materialized next to me, huddling inside
her padded leather jacket. “Sorry about before. Rayce has issues.”
“And where’s your bodyguard now?”
“I don’t need one.” She unfolded her arms,
and her jacket gaped open at her chest. She took my helmet from my hands and
slung it onto the handlebar.
“Beg to differ.” She definitely needed
protection from me.
JB made the first move, I’d testify to that
shit in court. She leaned over me and licked her lips. Then my hands were in
her hair, burrowing deeper, and I dragged her to my mouth. She straddled me
when I lifted her onto my lap. The moist touch of her tongue parted my lips.
I groaned, opening up to her talented
lunges, following the sleek kisses into her mouth where our tongues collided. I
wanted to thrust down her throat with my cock. Rip her pants apart and fuck her
until she screamed. Take her on my motorcycle and spray my come all over her
body. The intensity of my reaction steered all coherent thought from my head.
The soul-searing kiss lit me up inside. I
Bad move. One of my worst. I’d regret it
later. Right now I’d savor the way JB moaned, riding my thigh, getting off on
I wanted to have this for one more minute.
I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her.
My soul wasn’t even intact.
With a growl, I pushed her off me. I
steadied her with a hand on her hip as she found her footing.
problem?” JB frowned, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“I can’t. Not with you. Not like this.” I
wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“Damn right you can’t. I’m too good for
you.” She zipped her jacket all the way to the chin.
Nothing hotter than a woman with an
attitude who knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t take advantage.
“Exactly.” I throttled my raging black bike,
shouting over the roar of pipes, “We agree. Never gonna happen.”
Peeling out of the parking lot, I glanced
back one last time. Big mistake. JB stood under the halo of a streetlight with
one stiff middle finger raised in my direction. And I wanted her even more.
Only one good thing had come out of my life, and I had
nothing left to give.
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 endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
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.
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