Snowed In with the Bad Boy (Bad Boys on Holiday Book 1)

by Sylvia Pierce

  With Ronan Steel, nothing was ever going to be soft. But it was good. It was right.

  Like so much in life, this thing unfolding between them came with no guarantees. But it brought the promise of a brand new adventure, the kind of passionate, reckless, beautiful, wild unknown that made Georgie’s heart sing.

  She slid her hands into his hair and lost herself in the feel of Ronan’s mouth, his touch, his breath, his promises, each one sealed with a red-hot kiss that would leave her smoldering for the rest of forever, inside and out.

  Not even Santa could have given her a more perfect Christmas gift.

  * * *

  Thank you so much for reading Ronan and Georgie’s story! Nothing beats a bad boy with a heart of gold… and I’ve got lots more to share with you, starting with Bad Boy Valentine! Read on for an excerpt…

  BAD BOY VALENTINE

  1

  Dread sat heavy on Kate’s chest, wrapping her naked body in a chill that yanked her out of a deep, orgasm-induced sleep.

  Ignoring the delicious burn of her thigh muscles, she rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes, adjusting to the darkness. They’d left the window open, but Brooklyn’s late-night spring air wasn’t the source of the cold. Something was just… off. She felt it deep in her bones, a current of unease humming beneath her muscles.

  “Jagger?” she mumbled, her eyes finally landing on his silhouette in the darkness. He was sitting at the end of their bed, fully dressed. His white T-shirt looked blue in the moonlight.

  Jagger turned to look at her over his shoulder and smiled, his wavy chestnut hair falling into his face, shading his eyes. “Didn’t mean to wake you, Kit-Kat.”

  He turned away again, the mattress shaking as he bent over and jammed his feet into his boots.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Just something I gotta go take care of.” He squeezed her foot beneath the blanket, then stood up and grabbed his leather jacket from the rocking chair in the corner. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back soon.”

  “What? No. What’s going on?” Kate sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest as she eyed him suspiciously. She was fully awake now, and his soothing tone wasn’t fooling her for a second. She watched him silently, waiting for an explanation as he continued to get ready, dodging her gaze.

  Even in the darkness, the sleek lines of his body were well-defined, his muscled shoulders and chest tapering into narrow hips that Kate loved to wrap her legs around. His jeans hung low, and when he stretched to tug on his jacket, his T-shirt rode up, revealing a strip of skin and a trail of dark hair she’d earlier painted with hot, passionate kisses.

  Her stomach swooped at the not-so-distant memories.

  Don’t let him walk out that door…

  Kate swallowed hard. The voice inside her head was insistent, nagging, and had a tendency to show up at the worst possible times.

  But it had never led her astray. Gran had taught her at an early age to listen to that inner voice at all costs, and she always did.

  Talk him out of it. Now.

  Jagger came over to her side of the bed and slid open the nightstand drawer, fishing for the keys to his Harley. The clock glowed bright green—three-thirty in the morning.

  “Jagger,” Kate said firmly. “What the hell? It’s the middle of the night. Where are you—”

  “Meeting up with Rage and those guys.” He bent down and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, then pulled back and flashed her a dimpled grin. They’d been together since her junior year of high school—his senior—and six years later, that damn smile still made her heart beat faster. “Be home before you know it.”

  “How about you just be home now and I won’t have to worry,” she said, pouting. She couldn’t help it; Rage gave her the creeps. “You know what happens when I worry.”

  “You bake me cookies.” Jagger smiled again.

  “God, you’re impossible.” Kate laughed, but he was totally right. Rather than eat her feelings like a normal woman, Kate baked them for other people to eat. Whether she was stressed, nervous, or too excited to contain herself, every emotional overload got dealt with the same way in Kate’s kitchen, all the unspent energy fueling batches of cookies, cupcakes, pies, pastries, and chocolates.

  “Sorry, babe,” Jagger said. “Can’t see how that’s a bad thing for me.”

  Kate sighed. They’d only been living together a few months, and she didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t have his space, his freedom. He’d given her the same respect. He wasn’t like some of her friends’ boyfriends, demanding her constant attention, trying to dictate her schedule. He never complained when she wanted to spend time with her friends, or when she went over to Gran’s to cook dinner every Sunday, or when she’d holed up at the NYU library for days on end to study for finals. Kate had always believed that a relationship needed air to grow. Space to breathe. Even before Jagger had asked her to move in with him, she’d always promised herself she wouldn’t be the type of woman to get between a guy and his friends.

  Sure, she and Jagger both had hot tempers, and they’d engaged in more than a few knock-down battles—mostly when he came home drunk, or when he forgot to call to say he’d be out late, or when she blabbed to Gran about things Jagger thought should stay private. But even during their worst fights, Kate had always managed to keep his friends out of the fight, to stay on the right side of her promise.

  She was lucky that Jagger ran with a decent group—mostly guys he worked with at his uncle’s construction company, and a handful of people he’d grown up with in Red Hook.

  But Rage? That guy was aptly named, and he and his pack of meathead followers made Kate nervous as hell. Jagger had only started hanging out with them after doing some contract work at Rage’s bar in Long Island City last summer, but even from the few interactions she’d had with them, Kate could tell they were bad news.

  Before now, she’d never shared her concerns with Jagger—she never had any solid evidence to back up her claims, or any real reason to push it. But hanging out for a few beers and a game of pool at the bar was one thing. Meeting up in the middle of the night, calling Jagger out of bed?

  That was something else entirely.

  Fighting off a shiver, Kate grabbed Jagger’s hand.

  “Come back to bed, baby.” She flashed a hungry grin, looking up at him with wide eyes. “We can pick up where we left off earlier.”

  “Hmm.” He trailed his fingers down her chest, tugging the sheet away from her body, slowly revealing her bare flesh. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples rising in the cool night air. “You do make a good offer.”

  He brought his hand to her breast, and she let out a soft little moan, biting her bottom lip. God, his touch had always been her complete undoing.

  Jagger swallowed hard, his eyes locked on her mouth as she arched into his warmth. His thumb ghosted back and forth across her stiff peak, sending waves of tiny shivers throughout her body.

  “Can’t get enough, huh?” he teased.

  Kate closed her eyes as his fingers drifted between her breasts, down the front of her chest, down to her stomach. Her legs fell open beneath the sheets, and Jagger slid his hand between her thighs.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice raspy. He cupped her, slipping a finger inside her slick pussy as his palm pressed against her clit. “You’re still so wet.”

  “Your fault,” she said. “You can’t just leave me like this. I’ll have no choice but to take care of it myself.”

  ”Yeah, I don’t think so.” Jagger tore away the sheet and climbed onto the bed, straddling her. His jeans were cool and rough against her thighs, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even care that he was wearing his boots in bed—she just wanted him to stay.

  “Thought you were in a hurry,” she said.

  “I can wait another minute.” His dimples flashed again, but his amber-brown eyes were dark and intense as he lowered his mouth to hers, barely an inch between them.

  Jagger’s fam
iliar scent—a heady combination of leather, soap, and sawdust—was making Kate dizzy. She’d started this little tease to lure him back to bed, but now she was so turned on, so hungry for it, if he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to explode.

  She forced out a breathy laugh. “I don’t know how your other girlfriends do things, but you need more than a minute to make me happy, Jagger Barnes.”

  “We’ll see.” Still straddling her, Jagger pressed his mouth to hers, nipping at her bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue, hypnotizing her.

  Then, without warning, he slid two fingers inside her pussy, pumping her slow and deep.

  God, yes. Just like that.

  He kissed her mouth, her jaw, her neck, lowering himself on the bed to reach more of her. Still fucking her with his fingers, he tongued her nipple, then bit down hard, making her gasp in delicious pain. She writhed beneath him as he pulled it into his mouth, sucking her with the same pulsating rhythm as his fingers thrusting deep inside. Her body trembled, pleasure crackling across her skin like lightning gathering on the horizon.

  “Jagger,” she whispered, threading her hands into his hair, losing herself in the exquisite feel of his mouth, his tongue, even the rough scratch of his stubble against her soft skin. Every bit of him belonged to her, just as she belonged to him. No one could take that away from her—not even Rage.

  Jagger continued to work his way down her body, worshipping every inch of her flesh. His lips fluttering against her stomach, and then he shifted his weight, finally settling in between her thighs.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulders, the leather jacket cool and soft on the backs of her thighs. Kate was powerless to resist, rocking herself into his kiss as he flicked his tongue against her clit with soft, teasing strokes.

  More. Harder.

  Jagger pulled back, blowing a hot breath between her thighs that made her shiver. Kate whimpered in protest, but they both knew how much she loved to be teased—how much she needed it. Getting over the edge had never been easy for her, but that had never stopped Jagger. He’d studied her body with the dedication of a scholar, learning every curve, every hot button, every secret, and in their years together, he’d become a master of her pleasure. He talked a good game about making her come in under a minute, but when it came down to it, he always took his sweet time, navigating her body with his expert touch, kissing and sucking, stroking and rubbing, giving it to her hard or soft, fast or slow, rough or gentle, however she needed it, for however long it took.

  She grabbed his hair again, mouthing the words she knew he couldn’t hear.

  I love you so fucking much…

  “I’m gonna make you come,” he growled. “I need to taste you. Now.”

  Kate shivered again. Gone was the cool, teasing Jagger she’d urged back into bed. The man who pressed his face between her thighs now was mad with need, wild and desperate, ready to lose complete control, all because of her.

  “Take it,” she whispered, rocking her hips forward. “Make me come.”

  Jagger let out a moan, and Kate melted as he closed his mouth over her needy flesh. She couldn’t see his face through the wild tangle of his hair, but she could feel his tongue slide out from between his lips as he sucked her clit into his mouth, then released it, sliding his tongue down along the outer edge of her lips, and then finally, blissfully, spearing her.

  He groaned against her flesh, the vibrations making her dizzy. She was getting close.

  “More,” she panted, arching her body off the bed. “Deeper.”

  As Kate tightened her thighs around his face, he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her closer, thrusting his tongue in and out, working her pussy into a hot, slippery lather. The time for teasing was over; she was too far gone, nowhere else left to go but right over the fucking edge.

  Sensing she was close, Jagger slid a hand out from under her ass and brought it up between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit in slow, tantalizing circles as he continued to fuck her pussy with his lips, his tongue, his whole mouth.

  Every one of her muscles clenched, holding her just at the edge of the precipice as the familiar heat started to gather in her belly.

  Jagger moaned against her flesh, flooding her with a sudden burst of pleasure that shot straight up her spine, unraveling her completely. Her pleasure came in a white-hot burst, all at once, her legs shaking wildly as the full force of the orgasm crashed through her body, wave after wave, her pussy clenching around his expert tongue as he brought her all the way to the other side of sheer, perfect bliss.

  And then, as she always did immediately after she came, she giggled.

  It started as a whisper, a tiny butterfly swirling inside her chest. And then it bubbled up into her throat, finally erupting in a full-on fit of laughter.

  Anyone else would’ve thought she was nuts, but Jagger had always just accepted it, loved it as much as he loved everything else about her.

  He laughed, too, gently setting her legs back on the bed, dragging his mouth across her thigh, lightly kissing his way back up to her stomach, patiently waiting as she came back down to earth.

  When she’d stopped giggling and had finally gotten her bearings again, she scooted out from beneath him and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Jagger kept his head in her lap, and she played with his hair, humming softly. Outside, a siren echoed in the distance, and a garbage truck blundered its way down Knickerbocker Avenue, but otherwise, the streets of Bushwick were quiet.

  She thought—and hoped—that Jagger had drifted off to sleep, but then he sighed, pulling away from her touch. He sat up and leaned in for a kiss.

  “Okay, babe,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “I really need to go. Rage is gonna kick my ass.”

  “You should kick his ass. Better yet, bring him over here and let me kick his ass.”

  Jagger cracked up, rising up onto his knees. “Tough girl, huh? I’ll give him your message.”

  “Oh no you don’t,” she said, reaching for his belt buckle. “You’re not leaving until I’ve had my fill.”

  “Kate…” Jagger closed his eyes, but before the protest could fully form on his lips, Kate was pulling him forward again, undoing his jeans and sliding her hand into his boxers. His already semi-hard cock thickened at her touch. He was rock-hard in an instant.

  With wide, faux-innocent eyes, she looked up at him and smiled. “Let’s see if I can make you come in under a minute.”

  And then she took him in her mouth.

  “I’m… fuck. Kate, I’m… Why are you… so fucking… perfect? Holy shit.” Jagger was panting, his body relaxing into the rhythm of her mouth as she sucked him in deep. His hips rolled forward, rocking into her even as he tried to talk himself out of it.

  Jagger thrust a hand into her hair, wrapping it around his fist. He gripped the headboard with his other hand and took control, fucking her mouth with smooth, deep strokes, his cock sliding between her lips and over her tongue, pulsing against her throat as he thickened inside her. Kate loved the taste of him, salty and sweet. Loved the velvet smoothness of his cock, his uncontrollable gasps of pleasure and pain as she grazed him with her teeth.

  He’d taken command, but she was the one with all the power. She’d become a master of his body too, and after years of practice, she knew exactly how he liked it, exactly how to make him come. She fisted the base of his cock, stroking him with a firm, wet grip as he slid the tip in and out of her eager mouth.

  She hummed with pleasure, the contractions of her throat threatening to send him into bliss. But then he pulled out of her mouth and leaned back on his heels, his eyes clenched shut. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and Kate could tell he was trying to talk himself down, talk himself out of coming.

  But Kate wasn’t done with him. Not until she’d driven him over the edge, felt the hot slide of his release down her throat, the tremble in his legs as he emptied himself fully.

  She slid her hands up h
is thighs, the denim scratchy against her palms, and leaned forward onto her knees, lowering her mouth over his perfect cock.

  Jagger stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him through the tangle of her messy blond hair.

  The look in his eyes was pure fire.

  “Change of plans,” he said. “I don’t want you in bed. I want you standing up, right against that wall. Now.”

  * * *

  Jagger stood in front of the window, desperately trying not to come all over himself as he watched Kate slink toward him from the bed. He was already twenty minutes late for Rage, but fuck it; his woman had him so damn hard, he could barely stand up straight, let alone get on his bike or do anything else that Rage needed done tonight.

  Fuck what that dude needed. Right now was all about Kate and Jagger, and what they both needed was for Jagger to be balls deep inside that divine pussy.

  “What are you thinking about,” Kate whispered, her eyes bright. She moved like a cat, graceful and sure, every inch of her gorgeous and damn near glowing.

  The sweet, earthy taste of her was still fresh on Jagger’s tongue when he replied. “Thinking about how hard I’m gonna fuck you. How hard I’m gonna make you come again.”

  “Ooh. Tell me more.” With a soft smile, she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked body against him. Her tight little nipples poked through his T-shirt, making his dick throb.

  He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her closer, his cock pressing into her stomach, ready and eager. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

  “Perhaps,” she teased, bringing her lips to his neck. “But hopefully not tonight. Not after all those promises you just made. Something about fucking me hard against the wall?”

  Jagger closed his eyes, losing himself in the pleasure of her mouth on his skin. She bit him lightly, then sucked, working her way up to his jaw, to his ear, her every touch making him harder.