The Bad Boys Of Molly Riot: The Complete Hard Rock Star Series

by Jade Allen

  He bent his head and with surprisingly gentleness for such a large man, brushed his lips against hers, back and forth; softly, coaxingly. It worked! Her mouth fell open to give him access and with a groan of part triumph, part torture, he sank his tongue into her mouth. His hands hauled her that much closer to him as he slanted his lips over her mouth. It was like coming home; he had wanted to taste these lips from the first moment he saw them.

  A myriad of sensation coursed through her and Callie gasped as she clung to him. What was he doing? she wondered wildly.

  Expertly, Cade maneuvered them towards the bed, his hands stroking down her body and coming to rest on her waist as he gently guided her backwards. The sensation of falling caused Callie’s eyes to fly open in alarm; she saw then that he was lowering her onto the bed.

  He kissed her neck, her cheeks, her temples; then his lips trailed slowly down to her chest. His fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt and his lips followed the gaping material to her breasts. His breath caught when he saw her beautiful breasts revealed by the incredibly sheer, white lace of her bra. Her nipples were very pink and firm and hard, her breasts creamy and swelling proudly against her chest. Almost reverently, he bent his head and took her in his mouth.

  She gasped and wriggled against him, holding his head close as she offered up more of herself to him. Cade’s tongue laved at her nipple through the thin lace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her and electrifying every nerve ending. Her soft hands reached up to caress the back of his head and neck and Cade almost lost every last vestige of control.

  Suddenly, he tensed against her. She looked up at him questioningly. Then he cursed rapidly and rolled off of her and off the bed.

  “What the hell?” she asked sitting up.

  “You’re Wade’s kid sister,” he said as if that explained anything.

  “And you’re Wade’s buddy. Now that we’ve established our relationships to my absent brother, I repeat: what the hell?”

  “We can’t do this,” he said, waving a hand wildly in her direction.

  “Do what exactly?”

  “This. Come on, you’re not a kid; you know where that kiss was heading. Wade would string me up by the thumbs!”

  “And for some reason you thought we were going to have sex?”

  “Weren’t we?”

  “No, we weren’t! I was just enjoying the kiss,” she told him.

  He rolled his eyes. Yeah that was original.

  “Look, I’m sorry, Callie. I shouldn’t have started something I couldn’t finish. Get some rest,” he added, coming over to place an almost paternal kiss onto her forehead.

  Callie gritted her teeth and barely restrained herself from doing him bodily harm.

  “Will you be alright?” he asked.

  Callie sprang to her feet angrily, “Get out! Get out this instant! And don’t show your face here again. You can tell my brother to rest easy; my virtue is safe because, let’s face it, who would want a tall, gangly woman who’s all arms and legs?”

  His mouth dropped open in astonishment. She had hang-ups about her appearance? “That’s not what—”

  She kicked him—actually kicked him—hard enough that he stumbled outside her room. The door slammed in his face, followed immediately by the sound of the latch as she locked the door from inside. He heard her splashing around in the bathroom almost immediately and sighed to himself. He really needed a shower because he smelled of horse. But he couldn’t very well show his face in her room tonight, he thought as he wearily sank onto his cushion. It was too short for him; his legs stuck out over the edge.

  Hours later, as he lay torturing himself, the sound of soft weeping from the other door made him jerk into an upright position. Was she crying? He crept closer, and sure enough, she was weeping quietly on the other side of the door. Each sob was like a fresh stab into his heart. He thought of calling out to her, but wisely held his tongue. She was very proud. If she knew he had heard her crying, she would never forgive him.

  ****

  Callie dressed deliberately the next morning, applying a faint dab of pink lipstick to her lips and mascara to her eyes. A dab of concealer hid the shadows beneath her eyes and then she sprayed on her sunscreen.

  She wore a different set of bra and panties, the red color of the bra standing out beneath her white shirt. Her jeans hugged her butt sinfully and then tapered down her slim legs to disappear into her boots. She plaited her hair in a French braid that hung down her back to her waist, the softer style accentuating her cheek bones and eyes. When she was done, she grabbed her cowboy hat and strolled out to the outer room. Cade was sitting on his couch polishing his boots when she opened the door.

  Without looking up, he grumbled, “Well, it’s about time you made an appearance. I haven’t had a shower yet and I stink to high heavens.”

  “Serves you right,” she said, glaring at him.

  He looked up and then froze almost comically. His blue eyes trailed over her face, down her body and then returned to her face.

  “You’re not going out tarted up like that!” he declared, rising to his feet in one fluid motion.

  “Just try and stop me,” she said angrily.

  He grabbed her hand as she made to stalk out, praying for patience. “Listen, if this is about last night, then you misunderstood. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met and that has been hell on my mind. But you are also Wade’s sister which means I can’t play around with you. And that is also why I can’t let you go out like this.”

  “What’s wrong with my appearance?”

  “Not a damn thing as far as I can see. But that red bra has to go; bulls and red you know,” he told her.

  Callie grinned at him, batting her eyes innocently. “Of course, Cade; I wasn’t thinking.”

  Then she turned and strode into the room. When she returned minutes later, he almost swallowed his tongue. She was wearing a different white shirt which was even sheerer than the last with a scrap of lacy bra underneath. He could actually see her nipples.

  He glared at her, then grabbed a jacket from the cushion and thrust it at her, “You made your point. Now put this on.”

  “No.”

  “For the love of God, put this on! Unless you want me to be so lost staring at your jugs that I rope you instead of the damn steer!”

  Callie tried not to laugh aloud at the mental image that evoked. She took the jacket and put it on.

  That day, one more team had a mare go into heat unexpectedly. Interestingly, that was the same team opposing Madeline and Moore Glenmore. Maybe there was more to Cade’s theory after all.

  Dinner that night was a tense affair with Callie and Cade eyeing each other with mutual distrust over the table. At a point, he reached for her hand and tried to hold her, she jerked it away as though stung.

  He sighed. “I’m sorry you’re upset, Callie. But I can’t believe you are angry because we didn’t have sex. So, what did I do wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Talk to me. What is it?”

  Callie sighed. She couldn’t very well tell him her anger was directed at herself. She still could not believe she had actually been on the verge of begging him to make love to her. Thank goodness reason had prevailed.

  “Nothing Cade. I’m just tired.”

  His hand stretched across the table again and held onto her wrist, his thumb gently stroking her pulse point and sending frissons of awareness down her spine. She rose to her feet and started carrying dishes to the dishwasher. Cade came across the table too and placed a hand on either side of her waist.

  “You’re driving me crazy, Callie. You’re driving me out of my mind,” he said, his blue gaze boring into hers.

  Callie licked her lips nervously. She didn’t need to hear stuff like that; she was falling for him, and fast. If there was one thing she had learned about rodeo cowboys, it was that they were always on the move. What would happen if she fell for him and the time came for him to follow the rodeo?

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nbsp; Slowly she stepped back out of his arms, “I’m sorry, Cade. An affair just isn’t in the cards for me. I’m sure if you did one lap around this place, you would find several women willing to have sex with you for the heck of it.”

  Anger tightened his features, his jaw grinding visibly as he said, “So you’re saying it wouldn’t bother you if I was with someone else?”

  “I barely know you. Why would it?” she retorted, even though her heart was splintering into a million pieces in her chest. Then, without waiting for a response from him, she disappeared into her room and shut the door with a resounding thud.

  Silence reigned on the other side of the door for a bit, and then the door slammed shut.

  Callie lay awake all night listening for him; he didn’t return until three a.m.

  The unnoticed tiny light of hope inside her flickered out ever so slowly, leaving her dry-eyed as it died out.

  ****

  Callie was in a bad mood. Even though she would be the first to deny it, she was mad enough to spit nails! She knew why she was angry though, but she was loathe to admit it even to herself.

  Cade had been out all night and she was willing to bet he had been with some slut!

  Angrily, she jerked the door open and strode into the other room, her gaze going unerringly to where he lay sleeping. She stalked towards the kitchen and immediately proceeded to begin making enough noise to wake the dead with the clang of pots and pans.

  Cade groaned from his position on the cushion and Callie fought the urge to slap him silly as she began to rinse out some plates with angry, jerky, motions. She really needed to get a grip on her anger, she thought wildly. Today was the second to the last day of the competition. Madeline and Moore had advanced to a final stage along with some other couple. Since Callie and Cade had better scores than the other two, the other two would compete against each other and the winner would square off against Callie and Cade.

  Cade finally rose from the cushion, and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. She didn’t realize he was done until he came over to kiss the soft skin at the back of her neck.

  Callie froze, disgust, disbelief and fury warring inside of her. Fury won. She flung the dish she was holding so hard against a wall behind her that it broke into a million pieces. Cade stilled behind her for a minute, and then he carefully detracted his arms from around her, and then gently turned her to face him.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked, holding the tip of her chin with his hand.

  She jerked her chin away as she hissed, “Why would there be anything wrong? We don’t have to be at the competition today since we only have to face whichever team wins today’s game tomorrow.”

  “Callie why are you so mad at me?”

  “Where were you last night?” she spat, her eyes like green fire.

  “I was at a tavern looking for some company, or so I thought. But I ended up not wanting anyone because they didn’t have green eyes and blonde hair. They didn’t have a waist so tiny it seemed like I could span it with one palm. They didn’t have breasts the size of small pillows. They didn’t have legs that seemed to go on forever. They didn’t drive me crazy every time they looked at me out of twinkling green eyes.”

  “What are you saying?” she whispered.

  “I’m crazy about you, Callie. It probably doesn’t make sense because I have just known you for less than a week, but somehow, I know it’s you I have been searching for all my life.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, baby. I just know it’s you,” he murmured as he bent his head and took her lips in a slow, drugging kiss.

  Passion unfurled inside her immediately and she clung to him, wondering why the world seemed to be whirling. His tongue met hers in a wild, exotic, mating dance and Callie melted against him, her senses whirling as he deepened the kiss.

  A thought intruded and she leaned back in his arms to stare suspiciously up at him, “Then where were you all through last night?”

  “I was trailing Madeline and Moore. They have been cheating.”

  “What? How?”

  “Injecting mares to make them go into heat,” he told her, his gaze scanning her face.

  “But what if there are two mares?”

  “Then one gets a stone in its hoof and the horse is replaced with a stallion.”

  “What? Moore has been a champion several times. Are you saying he’s a cheat who probably cheated his way all those times?”

  “Definitely. I watched them inject some more mares yesterday.”

  “But the first couple got their replacement horses from the center.”

  “Yeah. They’re in cahoots with someone there.”

  “So, what do we do?”

  “They ain’t competing today. I sent the video to every judge on the panel.”

  “You made a video?”

  “You bet your ass I did,” he chuckled.

  “Oh my goodness, in that case we’re already late. We gotta go,” Callie yelled excitedly as she hustled him towards the door, slamming it behind both of them.

  There were lots of murmurs around the field as the two ladies in the team took their places. Their time started and they chased the steer around the circle. The header threw the rope over the bull’s horns in five seconds, but when the heeler attempted to rope the steer’s legs, the rope fell over one hind leg. The bell rang for time up and they left the field dejected.

  Callie looked over at Cade, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He winked at her and murmured, “Let’s get that prize, Baby.”

  Cade had left Caesar back at the cabin and picked a mare to ride. Lateefah wasn’t showing any signs of being in heat, but since their competitors had been exposed, he wasn’t taking any chances. They had been escorted off the premises by the police and they had looked very furious.

  Callie was looking particularly fetching this morning with her hair done up in an intricate twist and left to hang down her back. She was extremely sexy; just watching her made his dick stir in his pants. He tamped down his rising arousal with difficulty and focused instead on the race.

  Callie rode out, loving the feel of the wind in her hair as she moved as one with Lateefah. The steer raced full out across the circle and Cade bent low over his Thoroughbred, swung the rope high above his head and then thrust it forward, his palm facing downwards. The rope sailed smoothly through the air and landed right over the head of the bull just as Callie’s rope caught the steer’s legs.

  The bell dinged even as the announcer crooned, “Peach team wins! Peach team wins! Just three seconds!”

  The entire crowd erupted in screamed and hoots as they were announced winners. Cade jumped off his horse, yanked Callie off of hers and melded his lips with hers in a passionate, scorching kiss to the sound of catcalls.

  He laughed down at her, swinging her up into his arms and swinging her around and around as he said, “We’re winners, Baby—we won!”

  Callie stared up at him, her heart bursting in her chest as she grinned at him.

  “We did it, we did it!”

  “Cade Gallagher and Callie Tyler also get an Integrity Award for helping us reveal the unfortunate incidence of cheating by some team members,” the announcer crooned.

  ****

  Callie was on cloud nine as they stumbled into their cabin later that night. The celebrations had gone on long into the night and it was almost daylight when she managed to tear Cade away from some rodeo buddies.

  “Cade?” she slurred.

  “Yes, Baby?”

  “This was the singular most interesting night of my life,” she announced, loping her arms around his neck and heedless of the way he jerked against her in reaction.

  “Same goes for me, Callie,” he told her, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he guided her the rest of the way to her room.

  “I don’t want it to end,” she declared passionately, hiding her face against his chest.

  Cade froze, his fevered imagination already making love to her. “Um,
that’s okay. It doesn’t end; you just need to get some shut-eye.”

  He tried to detach her arms from around his neck; she held on tight.

  “Make love to me, Cade,” she said in a rush, swallowing past a sudden tightness in her chest. What if he said no? She could already see the denial forming in his beautiful blue eyes as he looked down at her and shook his head.

  Slowly, deliberately, she smiled up at him, pleased to see the quickly-masked flash of desire in his gaze as he took in the blinding force of her smile.

  “Callie—” he began in a let-her-down-easy voice.

  She didn’t let him get another word out; just took advantage of his slightly open mouth and plunged her tongue straight into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint, whiskey and chocolate all at the same time. He tasted like all her dreams rolled into one!

  She bared her teeth and gently nipped at his lower lip, before licking the spot with the underside of her tongue.

  He thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply, his hands caressing and stroking up and down her back. He licked her lips before stroking her with his tongue, too. His mouth left hers to wander down her neck, sending shafts of pleasure down her spine.

  Callie gasped and clung harder to him, her pulse racing as he drove her wild with his mouth.

  He leaned back to lock eyes with her, “Are you sure this is what you want, Callie?”

  She grinned. Wade was right, he really was a gentleman. She wisely refrained from mentioning her brother though; fewer things were bound to cool his ardor.

  “I want this. I want you. Right here, right now,” she declared.

  Cade swallowed her words in another deep, toe-curling kiss that raised her temperature several degrees. He maneuvered her onto the bed and followed her down, kissing and licking. His hands urgently grabbed at her shirt, ripping the buttons from their holes in his impatience. She wound her arms tighter around him, arching her body upwards and into his.

  Cade rose to his knees, jerked off his shirt and tossed it away. His hands urgently wrestled with his belt, his eyes trained hungrily on her face.