Raw and Dirty(70)

“I'll be here, Royal,” I promise as he raises his brows at me. “I'll be here and I … like you, Royal. I really do.”

“I like you, too, Pint-Size, more than a whole hell of a lot.” Royal leans back over me, eyes focused on mine until I lean back into the pillows and let him brush his mouth across mine again. “Give me a definite, so I can hold my head up with these assholes out here.”

“It's a definite,” I say and his lips split into a grin again, one hand tracing up my side before he kisses me one more time and pulls away.

“You're mine?”

“For now,” I say with a sly smile. “As long as you're mine, too?” He winks at me and picks up his cigarette in two fingers, cutting a daring silhouette against the navy blue walls.

“Never thought I'd say this so bloody soon, but … you got it, love. I'm yours.” Royal gives me a little wave and turns around, reaching for the bedroom door. I watch the wolf on the back of his leather vest until the wood's almost obscured it from view.

“Wait,” I say, a random thought popping into my head. “What's the tattoo on your chest say?” I've seen it several times now, but we've always been too … busy for me to read it. Royal pauses and peeks back in the door with a grin.

“Raw and dirty,” he growls, giving me a look that could melt the panties off a nun. “Raw and dirty and … yours. I hope you're fucking ready for this shit.”

Then he closes the door behind him and leaves me in his bed with just a pair of wolves and a smile for company.





More Royal, more Lyric, more beautiful brutality.



Releases March 2016.





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Dash Buchanan should never have walked into my life.

When he did, he made a mess of it.

A hot, wicked, tangled mess that I'm not so sure I want to crawl out of.

If only I'd been more careful, if only we hadn't been seen.

One night, one mistake that changes everything.

Dash and me, we're in way over our heads, drowning in our demons.

I can only hope he has the strength to swim.

***

Adelaide Vaughn should not have been at my concert.

Hell, she shouldn't have been anywhere near me.

As the son of the CEO of Buchanan Bikes, there are a lot of rules.

First, never touch a Vaughn girl.

Second, never let anyone see your weaknesses.

This girl, this daughter of the Weeping Bones Motorcycle Club . . .

Damn it, but I'm pretty sure she's going to make me break all of them.





CHAPTER ONE

DASH



I love it when my dad calls me into his office - mostly because I like to screw his secretary.

“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my hips against the petite little blond's, twisting my fingers in a handful of her hair. She tilts her head back and gives me access to her pale, perfect throat. I run my tongue along her skin, tasting the sweat that's beading there, eating up the proof that I'm doing this right, doing her right.

See, I don't just like to fuck women, I want to pleasure them, shake them to their core and feel them tighten around me when they come. Can you even believe Laura didn't have her first orgasm until she was twenty-four? That's a goddamn travesty if you ask me. Thankfully, I was able to take care of that for her. Imagine how many other women must be suffering in the same way.

I might just be one man, but I aim to make the world a little better - one hot, frenzied fuck at a time.

“Oh my god, Dash,” she moans as I ram her into the granite countertop of the ladies' bathroom. Hopefully nobody walks in on us. But if they do? Oh well. I'm the prince of this palace so to speak, future CEO of Buchanan Bikes. They can deal. “Deeper, Dash. Deeper.”

“Turn your ass over and I'll be happy to oblige.” I slide out of Laura's slick, wet heat and spin her around, pushing her chest into the sink. We both groan as I fill her up again, pound my pelvis into her firm round ass.

And I thought working for my dad was going to be boring?

Hell, if this is on the agenda for my workday, I'll gladly quit the band and come over full time.

I glance up and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, sweat beading on my forehead, a stray droplet sticking to my lower lip. I flash a grin and then lean over, curling my fingers gently around Laura's pale throat, drawing her head up so I can meet the eyes of her reflection. She bites back a gasp, tucking that red rouged lip of hers beneath white, white teeth. Her eyes are ringed in liner, and they look huge, open, bare as I keep our gazes locked, ramming into her again and again and again.

An orgasm catches her first; I can see it building in the curl of her spine, the tightness of her fingers as she claws at the countertop with her perfectly manicured nails.