Page 3 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“The one and only sweet cheeks.” He smirks.

I place a hand on my hip in disbelief, “Stone, is what your mama named you?”

“Yeah. Because my daddy was a rolling one.” He smirks, and I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s clever. But is your name really Stone?” I ask again because I’m curious.

It could be a biker name or something, but there’s a twinge inside me that makes me want to know this man’s real name.

“It is. Are you askin’ so you can holler out the right name?” He has a heavy country accent, but when he licks his thick pink lips as he gives a deliberate show of looking me up and down from head to toe, my mind blanks out for a second. I’m trying to reconcile in my brain that this big country white dude has a whole lot of swag.

“Excuse me?” I heard him, but I want to see if he’s bold enough to repeat that shit.

“You heard me loud and clear, darlin’. I don’t reckon ya hard of hearin’ since ya barely out of diapers.” He steps closer to me, and I just stand here frozen.

I’m not afraid, but I am turned the hell on. And I’m also shocked that I’m turned on. I can’t say that Stone is my type at all. But fine is fine. And this man is pictured as THE example in the dictionary.

As he stands leering at me with a twinkle in his blue eyes, I should feel offended. I should slap his chiseled face because his lustful thoughts are written all over it. I should do and say a lot of things, but I’m stuck staring at him. I’m trying to figure out if he’s serious. I’m trying to figure out why my body is on fire at the thought of me calling out his name in pure lust as he pumps into me.Damn, I can’t be this horny.

I finally get my wits back and my mind out of the gutter enough to step back and put a semblance of space between us. “You’re very presumptuous, Stone.”

He quirks a thick eyebrow at me, but the smirk never leaves his bearded face. I have no idea what his end game is, but I want to know for some reason.

“Nah. I’m not disrespectful at all. I just tell the truth. And I can tell by the way your sweet little face lit up when you saw me that you wouldn’t be opposed to hollerin’ my name. Now, if I’m wrong, which I’m not, then my apologies.”

I narrowed my eyes at him because although he said the word apology, it didn’t sound like one at all. But, again, his response has me off-kilter. We’ve been talking for two minutes, and already he’s accused me of wanting the dick. I mean, he’s not lying, but damn he could pretend he didn’t see me drooling at the sight of him. Let a girl have a little dignity.

“I accept your apology.” I smile at him. Just because he doesn’t know how to pretend doesn’t mean I can’t.

“Roxy, I like your spunk. How about I get ya’ll a drink.” Stone chuckles as he walks toward the bar, and I shake my head at his arrogance. He didn’t even ask me what I wanted to drink.

“You ran him off quicker than I thought,” Deidra says from behind me, and I roll my eyes before I turn around to face the Judas.

“I know damned well, you didn’t drag me out here to the boonies to introduce me to that guy.” I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for her to explain.

“Actually, I didn’t. But Stone is a good guy. You just have to get to know him.”

“Seems like an asshole to me,” I respond, cutting my eyes, and Deidra laughs.

“Oh, I said he was a good guy. I didn’t say he wasn’t an asshole.” She cackles.

“Well, I’ve had my fill of assholes, thanks.”

“Roxy, let it go. Stone is cool, and if you don’t want to talk to him, then don’t. Nobody is forcing you to do anything. I just want you to live a little and relax. There’s nobody here that knows who you are or who you’re trying to be. Nobody here will judge you. They’re not those kind of people.”

I nod my head at my cousin. She’s right. At the bare minimum, I can have a beer or two and maybe puff on a blunt. It’s been a long time since I let my guard down, and maybe here I can actually do that.

2

Stone

The curves on that woman ought to be against the damn law. She had my dick rock hard from the time I spotted her ass swinging in those painted on jeans. Almost every man in this bitch was drooling, and even though I understand, I didn’t like that shit one bit. I’m the only man that should be able to look at her ass like it’s mine.

I’m not the type of man who believes in love at first sight or no crazy shit like that. But lust at first glance is definitely a belief I can follow. So when my boy, Crush, said his crazy girlfriend was bringing her cousin, I didn’t really pay him much attention.

I mean, Dee is funny as fuck, and she has to be insane to be involved with a motherfucker as dark as Crush, but I wasn’t expecting her cousin to be so… much. The woman has dark brown skin, deep-set onyx eyes, and plump suckable lips. And that ass is so damn juicy, I know she has to be breaking the law somehow. There’s no reason a pair of jeans should look that damn good. Then there were her tits; two perfect pieces of round succulence spilled out of her tank top and made my mouth water.

But besides her physical attributes, she has a smart-ass mouth. Now, I’m not a glutton for punishment or nothin’ like that, and I don’t like a whole lot of dramatics. But I can’t resist a woman with spice. And in a span of a two-minute conversation, I knew that Roxy was made up of cayenne peppers with a dash of Tabasco to keep you on your toes.