“Wanna go a round with me?” With those six little words, Sadie stole the air from my lungs.

“What? Here?”


She pulled up her fists, rolling her eyes. “This kind of going a round, not the getting naked and fucking it out kind.”


“Oh.” Didn’t I feel stupid? And frustrated as hell. “Are you serious? I told you the first day we met I don’t hit girls. After you hit me.”


A faint smile curved her kissable lips. “I know. That’s what makes you so much fun.”


She unclasped the hooks of her overalls at her shoulders.


“Now what the hell are you doing?” I sprang toward her, stilling her hands. My cock sprang to attention, too.


Big surprise.


“Well I can’t fight ya in these. They’re too baggy.” Wresting free of my hold, she dropped the paint-stained denim to her feet. “I’m wearing boxers, see?”


“Of course you are.” They were light blue and almost modest. But she was wearing nothing else but a black ribbed tank top—nipples firmly pressed against the thin cloth—and no lines of a bra.


Her tits swung, soft and inviting, as she held out her arms. “What? Boxers are good enough for you, aren’t they?”


“Don’t wear boxers.” I defensively cupped my crotch.


Sadie touched my wrist, underneath which my dick already pulsed, pounded, needed her. “Oh. You’re a briefs man then.”


With a strangled cough-choke, I said nothing, looking anywhere but at her.


“Ohhh.” Her eyes wide and comprehending, she licked the bow of her upper lip. “So, you wanna strip off too?” She leered at me.


“In general, I go commando.” Hairs on my wrists bristled where she touched me. My face flushed. “I wear a jockstrap under my shorts when I workout.”


“Even better. Shuck off the shorts,” Sadie ordered.


Oh dear Lord, she was definitely flirting with me. It was better than fighting, but I wasn’t sure how long my willpower would last especially with her standing there, just two small articles of clothing away from being naked. It was crazy, but her in the tank top and boxer shorts was a damn sight sexier than any of the primped and preened girls I’d ever been with.


For the first time I truly noticed how long her legs were. How high and round her breasts were. The way tiny fine hairs glinted on the nape of her neck, showing on that delicate expanse of skin with her hair swinging in the usual ponytail.


There was a hot snap to the cool air in the shed as if a current of electricity raced between us.


“Not taking my shorts off,” I gritted out.


“Scaredy cat.” She snapped the waistband of my shorts, her blunt fingernails scratching lightly against my lower pelvis, dangerously close to the thump-throb of my erection.


In a flash, I had Sadie on the floor. She kicked at me with her heels. She flew at me with her fists. Her legs wound around me, and she managed to flip me to my back. Her hair started falling free of the ponytail, and sandy gold strands wisped around her face. Hopping to her feet, she crouched above me.


“Gotcha!” she shouted triumphantly.


With a lightning fast strike, I gripped her around the waist and pulled her back over me. She squealed and squirmed, but I tightened my bear-hug hold. All her wriggling had a massive effect on my cock, making it rise even harder inside the confines of my jockstrap.


Sadie felt it at once. Her movements changed from frantically trying to get away to slowing down and writhing on top of me.


My head beat back to the floor with a thunk as I swallowed a groan inside. Gathering those last shreds of willpower, I flipped her off me. Then I straddled her. During our tussle, her top had rucked up, and my hands rested on the taut skin of her belly.


“What do we have here?” I changed the scorching sexual mood in a flash, tickling her bare skin.


She giggled and tried to bat my hands away, but I was relentless. I tickled her until her cheeks were bright with a pink flush, her blue eyes dancing, and she huffed between laughter and shouts.


I stopped abruptly, staring as she panted beneath me. She was perfect. I’d seen her face a thousand times, but I’d never really seen her as a woman, a beautiful, funny, foul-mouthed, vibrant woman.


I gathered a handful of her hair in my fingers, stroking the strands of honey and gold.


She bucked up beneath me, her hips arched to my groin. Her lips fell open and her gaze wandered down my chest to my shorts. My cock beat against the fabric, full and stiff.


“I think the real question is what do we have here?” she asked in a sultry purr. Her hand grazed me softly once before returning with more accuracy. She rubbed my length. “Oh, Kinkaid. Feels so hot, so heavy.”


I jerked against her, my fingers clamping down on her hair. A bead of sweat drizzled down the side of my face and onto my chest. Every single nerve ending in my body pinpointed on my dick, which pulsed as blood engorged it even more.


“Jesus.” I moved my pelvis, searching for more direct contact with her hand.


“Good Lord. You’re as big as that plank of wood and just as hard.” She dragged her fingers up and down my rigid cock.


We stared at each other, only inches apart. The moment should’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was quickly becoming overheated. Or that was me, overheating. The seconds stretched out, and I blinked slowly, wondering if the connection would break.


It didn’t.

The plates stacked on the bedside table, I gave her enough time to finish her drink before getting up to kick off my jeans. There was almost an entire pack of condoms waiting, and I didn’t want to waste another minute.
Her gaze drifted to my rigid cock then back to my face. “You were hungrier than me.”
“Big appetite. For everything.” Lifting the blankets at the end of the bed, I crawled beneath and settled between her legs to demonstrate just how greedy I was.
Later, when I’d had my fill of her sleek cunt in my mouth, I spooned against her. I scooped her tits in my hands, and slowly fucked each hot, heavy inch of my cock into her.
“Fuck, JB. You’ve got one hell of a body.”
She gasped, rolling her hips against me. I took her deep and slow, my lips pressed to her neck or ear or shoulder. Her face entranced me when she came, lips parted, eyes closed, soft moans slipping out.
“Oh fuck yes, Hunter. Unhhh. Keep going, keep . . .”
Her intense orgasm conjured mine. I sucked in a last breath then let loose with a full-body ripple ending in a rush of heat blasting from my cockhead. The pulsing sensation drew me deeper into her, my hips jerking, my arms squeezing her against me.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered.
Turning her to me, I kissed her cheeks and her lowered eyelids. I placed my lips against the hard-beating pulse in her throat. “You’re still alive.”
“Mmm. You’re good.” She stretched from head to toe.
“So are you.” And she felt damn good in my arms. I combed my fingers through her tumbling locks, easing out the snarls caused by our sex-fest.
She rubbed her palm against my chest, teasing my nipples, playing with the hair. “You’re hot.”
“So are you.”
She slipped her leg over my thigh and caressed the sole of her foot up and down my calf. The action brought the heat of her pussy against my newly interested cock.
“Stay tonight?” I struck while the iron was hot.
“Can’t. Early start tomorrow. In fact, I should probably get going.” She uncoiled from me and slid from bed.
As she searched for her clothes, I had the pleasure of watching her. Her delicate-looking body had mega-curves that overflowed my hands. The soft brown waves of her hair draped across her shoulders and tits. Every once in a while, a nipple peaked out.
“Oh yeah? The Monday grind?” I moved into her warm spot and got another dose of her perfume.
“Mm hmm.” She gave no further comment, firmly shutting off that line of conversation.
Maybe she didn’t want to get any more personally involved than I did. Maybe that was a good idea to hold onto.
I walked her out with her hand held in mine. At her Ducati—fire engine red unlike her lipstick, which was long gone by now—she tugged on a pair of riding gloves. Our breath formed little puffs of white clouds in the chilly November night.
Pinning her to me with an arm around her waist, I melted our lips together. I forgot all about the cold air with her warm mouth cushioning mine, her tongue darting inside. The goodnight kiss went on and on, heating me from the inside out.
She broke the kiss. “I need to go.”
“Yeah.” I swooped in, sucking her bottom lip between mine.
She whimpered before twisting her fingers in my hair, gripping me harder.
I pulled back with a groan. “You really have to leave?”
“Uh huh.” She nibbled on my neck, rasping her tongue on the dark stubble.
“Because I can wake you up for work.” My palms settled on her ass.
“Uh unh.” She plucked at my lips.
“So who’s gonna stop first?” I dove back inside her mouth, my tongue lunging inside.
“You are, because you’re a gentleMAN!” JB squealed the last part as my fingers maneuvered down the front of her jeans.
Pushing against her pussy, I gritted out, “Says who?”
“Ohhh.”
I circled my fingers against the top seam, aiming for her clit. “One more for the road, JB?”
She broke free with a low laugh, wobbling on her legs. “You play dirty.”
“You should know that by now.”
“I’m going.”
“Wanna make sure your legs can hold you up first?”

The full, sexy, New Adult version of RIDE, the novella featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series. Standalone!

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 nothinghe’s proud of.

Top-notch student Avery Greene is a good girl. Deans List, never missed a class, straitlaced 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.

Please note: This story includes a discussion of rape. This painful conversation is necessary for the growth of the couple’s relationship.

Our silent standoff ended one night when I heard him inside his room. His door was cracked as I passed by.

He moaned loudly, “Yeah, Ave. Like that, suck my balls.”


I inhaled a shaky breath before pressing the door open just an inch more. Six weeks. Six weeks I’d lived with him, trying not to fall hard only to hit the brick wall of his emotional blackout. And now he was getting off to me?


My knees felt weak.


Apparently he’d been saving up any careful consideration of me for something that sounded hypnotically raunchy, entailing things I certainly didn’t do. But I wanted to.


I wouldn’t put it past him to do a little role-playing, actually. And just like that I gave in to my voyeuristic urges. If he was going to groan my name, I should at least get a front row view.


When I peeked inside, my eyes burned and my face turned hot.


Jase’s head tilted back. The cords of his neck were rigid. He sat completely naked in the leather armchair across from me. One fist slowly pumped his cock as the fingers of his other hand slid below to cup his balls.


The door creaked. His muscles flexed. His head flew up. He caught me breathless and staring. Through the shaggy hair falling across his brow, I made out his brown eyes hooded by heavy eyelids.


“Precious. Was just thinkin’ about you.” His drawl was as thick and heavy as the cock he squeezed in his hand.


“Really? Which head were you using?” I asked in a barely steady voice.


My gaze strayed low before boring a hole into the wall above his . . . head. The one on top of his shoulders, not the one glistening as it jutted against his belly.


“Now, don’t bust my balls, gorgeous. You know we’ve been building to this, don’t you?”


Denial came swift, but it never left my tongue, the tongue that wanted to lap the stiff column of his cock.


He hooked a finger at me. “Why don’t you come over here and suck these balls instead?” He lifted the twin pink orbs in his palm.


They looked so luscious. Mouthwatering. I shook to my senses before it was too late. He wanted to turn this—us—into a lewd act. What we’d shared that day on his Harley hadn’t been dirty or indecent. He knew it. I did, too. I wasn’t going to lay a hand on him until he looked me in the eye and wanted me the same way I did him.


Dirty and raunchy was fine. Using one another was something else entirely.


I shook my head, intending to back away, determined not to become another of Jase Everly’s needy little tarts. His flavor of the day. The boy was like Baskin Robbins . . . 31 flavors, one for every day of the month.


“I don’t think so.”


“Too prissy to suck cock?”


“Too discerning to blow yours, Jase,” I hissed.


“I’m not gonna ask again. Come inside and close the damn door, Ave,” he said in a stern voice.


“Go fuck yourself,” I shot back, turning to leave.


He was there before I could escape, slamming the door shut and spinning me against it. I smelled him—spicy, a little sweaty—and it made me dizzier than I let on, glaring up at him.


Leaning to the side, he swept one hand up and down the skirt and blouse I wore. “I’m all for a little cat and mouse--Mouse—but you’re not as mousy as you make yourself out to be. And what you’re hiding underneath all this? Really turns me on, Ave.” He skimmed his nose along my jaw then nipped the sensitive skin beneath my ear. Jase whispered in a velvety voice, “Maybe you just need a little spankin’ to loosen you up.”


“Maybe you want me to hogtie your hand to your cock!”


With his warm, rough fingers sliding across my belly to my hip, he jerked me against him so I felt his hot length pressing against my thigh. “I don’t think you wanna do that. Nnh nnnh.”


When he retreated a couple steps, my body jolted with anger . . . with desire.


“No, you like this, don’t you?” He gripped himself again and made a slow show of thrusting his cock in and out of his fist, already so erect he was dark red, shiny, and swollen at the tip.


I couldn’t deny it, so I kept my mouth shut.


Jase gave me a wicked grin as he tilted his head. A throaty growl escaped him. “I’m gonna come soon. If you don’t want it in your mouth or on your body, you better go.”


Willing my eyes away and my legs to move, I scrambled for the doorknob, listening as Jase strained to say, “See you at breakfast, Ave.”


I would not let him have the last word. “I’m not going to become another one of your slutty conquests, Jase.”


“I don’t have conquests. I have fucks.”


I stumbled into the hall, his words ringing in my ears. Jase was black and white and so many shades in between I’d lost count. I wasn’t stupid. He wanted me, but he didn’t want to get attached.


Arousal hummed between my thighs.


I would not be taken for a ride by him.