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

by Jade Allen

  He stood up for a quick minute and yanked off his jeans and Callie used the same opportunity to get hers off.

  She lay naked and breath-taking before him and it was all he could do not to jump on her and fuck her hard until she could not sit straight for a month. Cade gritted his teeth, holding desperately to already waning control.

  He leaned down to kiss her incredibly soft breasts and she moaned, “Yes! Yes! Oh Cade, don’t stop.”

  His hand trailed down to the juncture of her thighs and his finger slipped easily inside her soft folds and the top of his head almost came off. Unable to wait any longer, he guided the thick, bulbous head of his member to her entrance, his gaze meeting hers as he slowly and surely began to enter her.

  She fit perfectly around him, her inner walls clamping down easily over his cock. He groaned low and hard as he finally sheathed himself in her to the hilt.

  “Fuck!” he grunted.

  “Well…yeah,” she moaned.

  Unreasonably, he started to laugh right in the middle. This woman would be the death of him. She joined him in his laughter, her musical voice tinkling like bells.

  Laughter fled as their eyes met and held. Cade began to move inside her with incredibly, torturous slowness. Callie groaned long and hard, and thrust harder against him, matching his rhythm. He increased his pace, one of his large palms covering hers on the bed, while the other squeezed one large, soft breast again and again.

  “Faster,” Callie grunted, mindless ecstasy driving her wild as all her inhibitions fled.

  He raised both her legs higher, changing the angle of his thrusts as he began to glide right against her G-spot.

  “Yes…right there,” she groaned.

  “You like it?” he asked, not ceasing his thrusts.

  “Yes! Fuck me!” she ordered.

  He increased his tempo, going higher and higher and faster until all her being centered on the mounting tension between her thighs. Callie gasped as tendrils of pleasure shot through her repeatedly, making her almost dizzy with mounting passion. She felt herself drifting higher and higher until she was moaning and groaning as she began to cum. Fine tremors shook her from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, leaving her sated, spent and weak as a rag doll.

  An intense shudder shook his powerful frame and he continued to slam into her deliciously, his hands tightening on her slim, supple thighs. Soon, he was screaming her name as he came powerfully; pouring his seed into her tight, wet, willing passage until he was drained completely.

  They both drifted back to Earth slowly, gasping as consciousness returned. He stared down at Callie bemused; her blond hair was all over the bed, spilling behind her head in a mass of riotous waves. Her soft red lips were parted in remembered pleasure and her big, round breasts were heaving invitingly on her chest as though she had just run a marathon. In short, she looked like a woman who had been well and truly loved, he decided with masculine pride.

  Her waist was so slim, it looked delicate; her skin so fair and fine it was almost porcelain and even now, with his seed still seeping slowly out of her pussy, she looked so innocent and fresh.

  He wanted to go again, but he was so tired and he suspected she was, too. All that riding earlier today; they needed to sleep a little.

  “Wanna shower together?” she asked, an inviting look in her hot green eyes.

  Cade groaned, so much for good intentions; he was rigid as a pole again. He reached for her again.

  ****

  Callie awoke with the slow, languorous pleasure of a woman who had been well and truly loved; and she had. Why, Cade had made love to her a good five times in one night. A faint blush stained her cheeks as she considered his stamina; the man was stronger than five men put together!

  Slowly, she turned around to smile at…the empty pillow beside her. Where was he, she wondered with a frown. The silence from the shower indicated that he was not in there.

  She rose from the bed, dragged on her nightgown and slowly traipsed into the outer room. Her smile died as she saw the heavy-set man sitting at the table and munching on some toast. Wade!

  “Where’s Cade?” she demanded by way of greeting

  Wade paused, his eyes narrowing on her face. Then he shook his head, “Said he had to go. He left his account number where you could send his share of the winnings.”

  He wouldn’t!

  She saw the pleased glimmer in Wade’s eyes; he would!

  “What did you do? What did you say to him?”

  “Nothing. Just thanked him for looking out for my sister like she was his own, is all. Suddenly he got a bee in his bonnet about heading out and following the rodeo. Said that was the best place for someone like him.”

  “Someone like him? What did he mean by that?” she demanded.

  “Beats me. What, do I look psychic to you now?”

  She rolled her eyes not even bothering to tell him that would be psychologist, not psychic.

  “Anyhoo, get your stuff and we’ll be on our way.”

  Leave? Without Cade? Her mind rejected that.

  “I don’t know what has got into you, but I’m in a damn hurry to get home to Laila,” he said.

  “Then why come? I didn’t ask you to,” she shot back.

  “And how were you planning on getting Lateefah home? Gonna ride all that way?”

  She stared at him. She had to see Cade again. It was too late for him to leave; she had already fallen in love with him.

  Wearily, she sank onto the cushion he had been sleeping on. His scent clung to the seat and she immediately burst into tears.

  She saw Wade cross the room immediately, a frown on his face as he lifted her easily and slid her onto his lap.

  “Did that bastard do something to you?”

  “He’s not a bastard!” she shouted so busy defending Cade, she didn’t hear the door open.

  “Then why are you crying?” Wade asked, genuine concern and alarm on his face. He may be annoying on purpose sometimes but he really did love her. She was his kid sister, after all.

  “I fell in love with him,” she was sobbing now.

  “Well in that case, I don’t see what you’re blabbering on about,” Wade said reasonably. “That was kind of the idea.”

  The moment the words left his lips, he cursed himself to perdition.

  Too late to recall them though. Callie looked up at him, “You handpicked him for me? You sent him here on purpose?”

  “Well it was either him or Big Harry, and I didn’t think you would care for that one; he stinks to high heavens. Wade is a good man, Callie, I just wanted you to meet him and decide for yourself.”

  “I love him, Wade, and he left!” she said in a dull voice.

  “No I didn’t,” a familiar husky voice said behind her. She froze, almost afraid to turn around. “I only got as far as the highway,” he added.

  Callie sprang off her brother’s lap and turned around. Cade stood close to the door, looking scruffy in his rumpled clothes and incredibly attractive. He caught her as she flew into his arms and rolled around with her, laughing with her.

  “You came back?”

  “I realized I forgot something,” he said.

  “Oh?”

  “I forgot the woman I love behind. I need you in my life, Callie...you set me on fire. You make me believe in myself, and hell, you even make me laugh during sex—”

  Wade cleared his throat noisily and Cade froze. Callie laughed.

  “I intend to marry her as soon as I can get a special license, of course,” he said to Wade.

  The man grunted and resumed eating his breakfast.

  “If she will have me,” Cade added to Callie.

  She grinned at him, her smile bright as the sun as she said, “I can’t wait!”

  Cade sighed. Even that had a double entendre hidden in it. This woman would be the death of him, he decided with a happy smile as he took her soft lips in a slow, drugging kiss.

  THE END

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  Story Description

  I was finally starting to come to terms with the fact that my long-time boyfriend left me for my former college roommate—and got engaged a mere three weeks later—but then, Bryan and Angela decided to host their Jack and Jill party at the bar I've been going to every Friday night for the last five flippin' years.

  As I attempt to drown my sorrows and have a pity party with my best friend (and terrible bartender) Patrick, a delectable cowboy with eyes like hot chocolate saddles up beside me.

  Damian brings me out of my awkward hell and into his world, where he introduces me to the equally gorgeous Remy. These two have been playmates since they were young, and now, these very grown men are looking for someone new to play with.

  Hell, I'm game... ;)

  "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Drop dead."

  Patrick reached forward carefully and withdrew the glass from in front of Nixie, pulling out the picks she had thrown into it with each exclamation.

  "Honey, it's lovely that you have reached the point of aggravation and, apparently, intoxication at which you feel free to express your emotions, but you are using up all of my little plastic swords and I need those for my sissy mixed drinks."

  Nixie sighed and slumped down onto the bar, resting her head on her folded arms and squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that had been threatening them since she sat down. She actually wasn't drunk. She wished she was because it would probably help her get through the night more easily, but the drink that she filled with picks had only been her second and Patrick had confiscated it before she was able to take more than a sip.

  "What's wrong with me, Patrick?" Nixie asked, lifting her head from her arms and digging her fingers back through her hair.

  "Nothing's wrong with you. You have completely legit reasons to be upset right now. Your boyfriend broke up with you because he said he needed to work on himself and wasn't ready to make any major commitments and then got engaged three weeks later to your former college roommate who, incidentally, introduced the two of you in the first place, and they are having their joint bachelor-slash-bachelorette party tonight."

  "Thank you for that rambling run-on sentence of a recap."

  Patrick tilted his head and looked into the distance like he was going back over what he had just said.

  "No, that was actually completely grammatically correct. Wordy as hell, perhaps, but grammatically correct."

  There was a loud cheer from the small private room at the back of the bar and Nixie rolled her eyes, sagging back down onto the bar.

  "I guess he could have been more tactful than to hold the party at the bar he knows you have gone to every single Friday night for the last five years," Patrick said, glancing over at the room and then back at Nixie, "Speaking of which, why are you still here?"

  "I am showing how positive and strong I am, and that he can't get me down," she replied, not bothering to lift her head from her arms.

  "Yeah," he said, sounding unconvinced, "You show them, girl." Nixie felt him pet the back of her head awkwardly, "Not that this whole situation you've got going on here isn't effective, but do you know what would really make an impact on Bryan?"

  "What?"

  "Dancing with someone like that delicious piece of man candy that has been eyeing you for the last hour."

  Nixie raised her head to look at Patrick.

  "How many times have I asked you not to use that phrase? It makes me uncomfortable." She turned around to look in the same direction as Patrick, "Damn."

  "I told you. Man candy."

  Nixie turned back to Patrick.

  "Where the hell did he come from?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at the gorgeous man across the bar.

  "I don't know, but he's looking at you. Maybe he's looking at me." Patrick struck what Nixie could only assume was meant to be a subtly sexy pose, held it for a few seconds, and then relaxed again, "No, definitely you."

  "Great. I've had an audience for my emotional breakdown."

  Patrick suddenly picked up a rag and started randomly wiping down any surface he could reach without moving from his spot.

  "I don't think that's why he's been looking at you. Perk up, Fancy, he's on his way over here."

  "What?" Nixie half-shrieked, half-whispered, but before Patrick could respond, she felt someone step up beside her.

  She glanced up and saw the man from across the bar standing close to her, gazing down at her with eyes the color of chocolate and lips that looked like they were just as sweet.

  "Hi," he said and the smooth, silky rumble of his voice rolled through her like thunder.

  "Hi."

  "Is there anyone sitting here?"

  He rested his hand on the back of the barstool beside her and Nixie shook her head.

  "No."

  "Can I join you?"

  There was a strange yip sound from Patrick and Nixie looked over to see him suddenly extremely invested in cleaning and arranging the glasses in the ceiling racks that likely hadn't been touched in several years.

  "Absolutely," she said, turning back to the man.

  He settled his denim-clad body onto the barstool beside her and looked at Patrick.

  "Is he ok?"

  Nixie let out a long breath.

  "He's fine. He's just not very good at his job."

  Patrick shot her a disgusted glance over his shoulder and the man beside her laughed.

  "I'm Damian," he said, extending his hand to Nixie.

  "Nixie," she said, tucking her hand into his.

  He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a gentle squeeze and Nixie felt a flutter in her belly.

  "So, what are you doing sitting here all alone tonight?"

  There was another cheer from the private room and Nixie cringed.

  "They're pretty loud, huh?"

  "That is an engagement party for my former college roommate," she started.

  "Shouldn't you be in there, then?"

  "And my ex-boyfriend."

  "Ah. Well, that's uncomfortable."

  "It most certainly is."

  Damian slid off his stool and held out a hand to Nixie.

  "Let me take your mind off it."

  There was another yip from Patrick, but Nixie had such focus on Damian she didn't even look his way. She took Damian's hand again and let him guide her off her stool and toward the small dancefloor in the center of the room. Only a few other people were dancing, but Nixie didn't care. Damian pulled her into his arms and rested his hands on the full swell of her hips. She could feel the heat coming off his body as he moved against her, encouraging her to roll with him to the rhythm of the music throbbing around them.

  ****

  "I can't believe that I'm actually going to ask this," Nixie said, her eyes flickering to the DJ booth a few feet away. "Do you come here often?"

  Damian laughed and pulled her a little closer.

  "This is my first time."

  "That would explain why neither Patrick or I recognized you."

  "I guess you do come here often?"

  Nixie sighed, unsure if whether her answer was going to sound impressive because of her devotion and consistency, or really pathetic because she has had nothing better to do for five years of Friday nights.

  "Every Friday night."

  There was yet another cheer from the back room, this time even louder and more rambunctious, and Nixie cringed.

  "So that would be why you are subjecting yourself to being here while that's going on. You don't want to break the streak you have going."

  "Something like that."

  No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, Nixie felt the beginnings of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Dammit all to hell. Back foul beasts! That didn't work either. She had lost all control of her emotions and was officially reduced to a pool of uselessness and sniffling.

  The worst part about this whole situation is that she had felt like she was over Bryan. She had even been consi
dering breaking up with him in the weeks leading up to him crushing her soul with his little whirlwind romance with her former best friend. Things had felt a little distant between them for a while. Of course, that was probably because the further he was getting from her, the cozier he was getting with Angela, but that was not something that Nixie really wanted to dwell on at that moment.

  Damian tucked a finger under her soft chin and lifted her face to look at him. Eyes like hot chocolate stared back at her. Dear lord she loved a good cup of cocoa on a chilly autumn night.

  "Do you want to get out of here? You've officially been here. Your streak is intact. Let's go somewhere where you can actually have fun."

  A rousing and decidedly drunken rendition of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" rose up out of the banquet room with a few people throwing in a couple of "she"s for good measure. That pushed Nixie right over the edge.

  "Absolutely," she said, "Where are we going?"

  Damian's face broke into a wide smile.

  "It's a little bar called Caddy's. It's just up the road a bit. You can follow me there."

  Nixie nodded and glanced back at Patrick who was leaning so far over the bar she thought he was in distinct danger of toppling over. He noticed she was looking and started frantically polishing the bar again.

  "Just one second."

  She crossed back to the bar and smacked a hand down on it. Patrick jumped, the bar towel falling from his hand.

  "I'll have you know that you are interrupting my sacred bartender-ly duties."

  "Uh-huh. Look, Damian invited me to go to a different bar with him. It's called Caddy's and he says it's right up the road. Can you meet me up there?"

  "Well, it's pretty dead in here tonight and Sasha is supposed to be coming in in about an hour, so I could probably get off then and come up there. Why do you need me?"

  "Because I am going to a strange bar with a man that I just met. Don't you ever watch TV? If he plans on murdering me, I'd at least like to have someone that knows where I'm supposed to be so it doesn't take weeks to find my body."