The Right Stud: a sexy romantic comedy

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

  Cade and I follow, and the tightness in my shoulders is almost unbearable. After the amazing day we had today, I can’t believe he just flat-out lied to me about going to his mother’s. Five more steps, and I can’t take it anymore.

  “You said you were going to your mother’s.” My voice is way poutier than I’d intended, but I don’t care. I am a woman wronged.

  “You wanted space.” His voice is simmering with anger. He looks at me and then glares at Phil’s back. “Is that what space looks like to you?”

  As a matter of fact… I consider my ridiculous conversation with Phil. I think of my recurring dream of the handsome man who blasts off to Mars shortly after giving me the greatest O of my life. Looking ahead, I see Phil and Sissy have stopped at a silver food truck right at the entrance to the park. Of course, Mr. Mortal Shell would take us to a food truck. Still, they’re laughing and talking like old friends.

  My chest sinks, and I realize everything is wrong.

  “I hate space,” I say softly.

  Cade steps in front of me and puts both hands on my shoulders, stopping me. “What do you really want, Stone?”

  I blink up, our eyes meet, and I can’t deny the heat flooding my core. I think I know what I want… I know for sure what I don’t want.

  Giving up the fight, I confess. “I want you.”

  His anger melts into a smile. “Let’s get rid of these guys.”

  “But we’re on dates.” My gaze flickers to the couple now munching on Mexican and sitting on a park bench.

  “I have an idea to fix that.”

  “Does it involve you and me alone?”

  His eyes sweep over me, and I shiver at the lick of fire that moves up my spine. “Yes.”

  Fifteen

  Cade

  My idea is simple: I pretend like I’ve gotten a call from the station about an incident at a college football game and they want me to come in. I inform Sissy—who doesn’t seem all that interested.

  She glances from her taco to Phil. “Do you mind if I hang out here with these guys?”

  Yes, sweet baby Jesus. “Absolutely not. Enjoy yourself.” I shoot a quick look to Stone. “Good to see you tonight, Stone. I’ll see you back at the office on Monday.”

  The next second she pretends to get a text from Chas who suddenly needs a ride to the ER because she isn’t feeling well.

  “Poor Chas,” Stone says with a hand over her heart. “She’s too weak to drive. I should go.”

  Phil stands. “Do you want me to go with you?”

  Stone at first looks horrified then quickly recovers. “Oh, no. She’s projectile vomiting, and she’d die if a stranger saw her that way. You stay and enjoy chatting with Sissy.” Her eyes brush over the pretty brunette.

  She pretends to start to call an Uber.

  “Don’t do that,” I say. “Your place is on the way to the station. Let me drop you off…”

  “Oh, that would be wonderful. You’re so nice, Cade.” Her eyes flutter up at me, and I bite back a grin.

  Sissy watches us suspiciously. “How convenient that you can ride together,” she murmurs.

  “Isn’t it?” Stone says brightly.

  “Maj ram,” Phil says with a little bow.

  We’re forgotten as Sissy turns to him. “That’s goodnight in Klingon!”

  I’m pretty sure I see stars in Phil’s eyes. “You’re right!”

  “Right,” I say shaking his hand.

  We say our goodbyes and hustle to my Escalade in valet parking at the restaurant. The tension is thick, and my fists are tight on the steering wheel as I drive as fast as traffic will allow. I don’t care if Phil is weird or Sissy talks too fucking much about worms—all I can focus on is an image of Stone in my apartment, spread out and naked.

  My parking job is sloppy, and I take her arm as I escort her to the elevator. The doors slide open, and thank God it’s empty.

  She wraps her hand around my bicep. “You’re shaking.”

  I repeatedly push the button for the penthouse. “I want you so bad I can’t breathe.”

  “I can’t breathe either,” she whispers.

  My eyes find hers, and all at once, her back is against the metal wall. I run my lips up her exposed throat and suck on her soft skin, groaning at the taste of her. “You taste like everything good, Stone.”

  She sinks into me, her tits hitting my chest.

  I fuse my mouth with hers and take what I want. Hard. A small part of me is still angry about Phil even though I have no right to be. We kiss like we’re starving, our lips clinging, our hands roaming.

  She cups my ass as I kiss across her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.

  I need more.

  Unzipping the back of her dress, I push it down just past her shoulders until I see creamy bare skin.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” I say as I tilt her face up and kiss her again.

  She hisses in pleasure as I wrap her leg around my hip and press the steel pipe in my pants against her core. “You feel that Stone? That’s all you.”

  “The elevator . . .” she says between kisses. “What if someone sees us?”

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  I kiss her breasts, tugging them out of her red lace bra but leaving it on. My mouth zeros in on one nipple while my fingers tweak the other. Her breasts are calling my name, and I suck them, needing as much of her in my mouth as I can fit.

  She moans as I pull her dress up from the hem and slip a finger inside her underwear. She’s soaking wet, and it ratchets up my need. Fuck.

  “I want to eat you. Now.” I sink to my knees and yank her red panties to her ankles.

  Trembling, she kicks them across the elevator and lifts a leg up to the metal bar that runs along the wall. “Now it is.” Her voice is breathless.

  I love how wild she is.

  Thank fuck I have a slow ass elevator.

  She’s already swiveling her hips before I even touch her, shuddering and then groaning when my tongue snakes out to find her clit.

  “Cade,” she cries.

  Need. Desire. Lust. It all bangs in my head…in my cock.

  “Please,” she moans as I tease her, my nose tracing along her legs, her thighs, and then back to her pussy.

  “Look at me,” I rasp out.

  Her hooded eyes flutter open, her irises dilated. Her mouth is red and swollen from my kisses and I get a shiver of satisfaction.

  She’s mine.

  “Don’t ever fucking see Phil again.”

  She inhales sharply at the order.

  “Stone?” I rub my index finger over her clit, teasing her with little brushes. “Do you understand?”

  She nods and bites her lips. “Yes.”

  “Good.” With languid thrusts, I play her with two fingers. “You want more?” I ask.

  “Please.” Her voice is guttural. “Your mouth.”

  I grunt, my caresses faster as I try to beat the elevator, dipping inside her and then out. “Have you ever felt this kind of heat before?”

  “No,” she moans, her chest rising rapidly.

  That’s exactly what I needed to hear. My mouth takes her wetness again, inhaling her scent as my tongue dances across her pink skin.

  She stifles her voice with her fist and comes undone, her muscles vibrating around my fingers.

  I watch her come, stroking her through the sensations, getting a thrill at how her eyes gloss over. I’m king of the fucking world.

  Slightly dazed, she rests against the wall.

  Ping. We’ve arrived at my floor. I tuck her back in her clothes, zip her dress up, grab her underwear, and escort her off the elevator to my door. I’m barely coherent.

  “I-I can’t believe we did that,” she whispers. “Aren’t there cameras in there?”

  “I’ll take care of it,” I say as we enter the apartment.

  I shut the door behind me, turn her around and kiss her again, the taste of her still on my tongue. I can’t get enough.

  I
sweep her up in my arms and carry her to my king-sized bed.

  While she sits on the bed, I quickly whip my jacket and shirt off, tossing them on the chair in the corner.

  She licks her lips. “Are we really going to do this? I-I don’t want to be hurt. I’ve had some shitty stuff happen…”

  “We both have.” I unzip my pants and my hard cock pops out as my slacks pool on the ground. I toe my socks off and kick my clothes away. “Are you having second thoughts?” My jaw clenches with control. I don’t want her to see how the thought of not having her kills me. I want this to be her decision.

  She swallows, her gaze molten as it sweeps over my shoulders, down to my chest and then to my legs.

  I smirk and turn around so she can see my ass. I pose and flex.

  She lets out a contented sigh. “I want to bite it.”

  “What’s stopping you?” I turn back and walk toward her, stopping at the edge of the bed. She leans forward and takes me in her mouth as I groan and clutch her head, guiding her how I like it.

  She sucks, sliding her tongue over my shaft from base to tip. Her fingers wrap around my length as she devours me.

  “Fucckkk.”

  Her mouth explores me, and I am losing control.

  “Stone,” I growl.

  “You want me to stop?” she murmurs.

  “I’ll kill you if you do.”

  She laughs softly around my cock.

  Pleasure—and something else—settles deep inside me. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  “What I want to do every time I see you at work.”

  I tilt her face up and slide my thumb across her lips. The moment is serious. Intense. “This will change things for us. I don’t know how it will end.”

  She nods, her eyes heavy with desire. “I just want you,” she says.

  We make quick work of getting her dress off, and we’re both naked.

  She moans for me to hurry, but I take my time, positioning her under me so I can do what I want. I gently pin her arms on either side of her and kiss her languidly, exploring and mapping her skin…the column of her throat, the bend in her elbow, the freckle on her chest. Her skin feels as hot as mine.

  She whimpers and pushes her pelvis up to rub against my hips. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.”

  I laugh and kiss her on the lips.“Beg me,” I say and then lean down and take one of her tits in my mouth and suck.

  “Cade, please…” Her fingers claw at me, pulling me down and crushing our bodies together.

  Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer to get my cock inside her.

  I get up to grab a condom. We’d been pretty careless last time, and I have no intention of pulling out tonight. I rip it open, slide it on, and go back to her.

  “I’m clean,” I tell her. “I know what the gossip magazines say about me, but I’m selective about who I fuck.”

  “Am I just a fuck?” she asks.

  Her hair is everywhere, and I lean over and tuck it behind her ear. “Never.”

  My fingers slip inside her again, sliding, curling over the bundle of nerves in her G-spot. I suck her clit—fuck I can’t get enough. I grab her hip to pull her closer.

  Need claws at me as my cock pushes inside her. She’s so wet it’s as smooth as silk.

  I flip her over like a ragdoll, raise her hips, and slide inside her on a groan. I grunt and toss my head back, maneuvering to get deeper. More of her.

  But something’s missing.

  “No,” I growl and flip her back over. “I want to see your face.”

  “Whatever you want,” she whispers.

  I bury my face in her neck and fuck her hard. I twist my hips for a new position, deeper, grinding, and she writhes underneath me.

  “More,” she begs, grabbing my shoulders.

  Our sex is hot, fast, and furious, my strokes scooting us up to the headboard. She calls out and clings to me, milking my cock with her orgasm.

  I go over right after, vibrating as I roar my release. I arch my back, grabbing her hands and riding it out, my cock tightening and expanding.

  Collapsing down, I pull her up to the pillows and settle her in front of me with her back to my chest. “Stone,” I stop and swallow, my voice thick. “That was…fucking amazing.”

  “Yeah.”

  Her stomach rumbles.

  I rise up and brush a hand down to cup her shoulder. “We never had dinner.”

  She turns to face me, her expression soft. “I have Door Dash. How do you feel about Doritos Locos Tacos?”

  I kiss her nose. “I’m in, babe.”

  All the way in.

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  By Ilsa Madden-Mills

  I Dare You, 2018

  Spider, 2017

  The Last Guy, 2017*

  (*co-written with Tia Louise)

  Fake Fiancée, 2017

  Filthy English, 2016

  Dirty English, 2015

  Very Bad Things (Briarwood Academy #1)

  Very Wicked Beginnings (Briarwood Academy #1.5)

  Very Wicked Things (Briarwood Academy #2)

  Very Twisted Things (Briarwood Academy #3)

  By Tia Louise

  KINDLE UNLIMITED BOOKS

  STAND-ALONE ROMANCES

  When We Touch, 2017

  When We Kiss, coming summer 2018

  Mine, coming fall 2018

  The Last Guy, 2017*

  (*co-written with Ilsa Madden-Mills)

  PARANORMAL ROMANCES

  One Immortal, 2015

  One Insatiable, 2015

  BOOKS ON ALL RETAILERS

  THE BRIGHT LIGHTS SERIES

  Under the Lights (#1), 2018

  “Sundown” (#2), 2018

  Under the Stars (#3), 2018

  Hit Girl (#4), 2018

  THE DIRTY PLAYERS SERIES

  The Prince & The Player (#1), 2016

  A Player for a Princess (#2), 2016

  Dirty Dealers (#3), 2017

  Dirty Thief (#4), 2017

  THE ONE TO HOLD SERIES

  One to Hold (#1 - Derek & Melissa)

  One to Keep (#2 - Patrick & Elaine)

  One to Protect (#3 - Derek & Melissa)

  One to Love (#4 - Kenny & Slayde)

  One to Leave (#5 - Stuart & Mariska)

  One to Save (#6 - Derek & Melissa)

  One to Chase (#7 - Marcus & Amy)

  One to Take (#8 - Stuart & Mariska)

  Acknowledgments

  Special thanks to our amazing beta readers Lisa Paul, Becky Barney, Sarah Sentz, Ilona Townsel, Lulu Dumonceaux, Tina Morgan, Tami Hall, Sheryl Parent, and Helene Cuji—you ladies are rock stars! Thank you for running your eagle eyes over our story and falling in love with the characters.

  Thanks to Wander Aguiar for the gorgeous photography and to Shannon for the perfect design—inside and out!

  Thanks to all the amazing authors who made time to give us a read and a little praise. We appreciate you more than we could ever say!

  Thanks to all the bloggers for sharing your love of our books. You ladies are the stars of our reading world.

  Thanks to Candi Kane, Give Me Books, and Social Butterfly for the fantastic promotional work!

  Thank you to Caitlin Nelson and Julie Deaton for the great line and copyediting.

  Huge thanks to Tia’s Mermaids and Ilsa’s Unicorns for the nonstop love and excitement, especially when we’re in the cave bringing these characters to life. You’re the reason we do it!

  Thanks to Lulu Dumonceaux, Ilona Townsel, Tina Morgan, Tammi Hart, Helene Cuji, Lisa Kuhne, Sheryl Parent, and Elle King for helping Tia stay sane!

  Thank you to Miranda Arnold, Suzette Salinas, Tina Morgan, Heather Wish, Pam Huff, Erin Fisher, and Stacy Nickelson for keeping Ilsa focused.

  Most of all, saving the absolute best for last, THANKS to our families for the love
and support, the patience and the encouragement. Mr. TL, Kat, and Laura; Mr. Mills, Eli, and Mia. We love you so much.

  Stay sexy,

  Ilsa & Tia

  About the Authors

  Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and USA Today bestselling author Tia Louise kicked off their co-writing adventure in 2017 with the #4 Amazon bestseller THE LAST GUY. (They had so much fun writing that zany rom-com hit, they decided to do it again.)

  Great friends, former English teachers, and southern gals in real life, they’ve teamed up to bring you laugh-out-loud naughty romances with strong leading ladies and sexy alpha males who know how to please their women—and who sometimes you just want to slap.

  Keep up with them online:

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