Page 19 of Stone Cold Bad (Stone Brothers #1)

He gazed at me. I would have been more aggravated by his possessiveness if he wasn’t so damn beautiful. Everything about him made me want to submit to every unreasonable demand. Even though it was against everything I wanted and needed.

The rum was getting to my head, and I was in a teasing mood.

Or maybe I just wanted to see how serious he was.

“If I go over right now to that rather nice looking guy who is filling beer cups and flirt with him, what would you do? In front of all your friends and girls, most of whom you’ve no doubt slept with, what would you do? ”

He stared down at me. His long dark lashes shaded the green in his eyes. “You testing me, darlin’? Don’t bother. Look around. Do you see any guys talking to Street other than Hunter and Slade?”

I looked across the yard. The red chili lights were spinning in the breeze swirling through the yard.

The same breeze had lifted away some of the bitter smoke spiraling up from the fire pit.

Amy was standing next to Hunter. He was basically ignoring her as he bullshitted with everyone around him.

No one was approaching Amy. With her copper hair and easy smile, she was easily the prettiest girl in the yard.

“Watch this. Hey, Mick,” Colt called to a guy who was sitting on the opposite side of the fire. Colt reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Mick walked over. “Did you call me, Colt?” The guy looked completely surprised and slightly terrified.

“Yeah, I did.” Colt plucked a twenty dollar bill from his wallet. He offered it to Mick. The guy stared down at the bill with plenty of confusion and a bit of trepidation.

“Thanks?” he said, and it was definitely a question.

Colt nodded. “That’s yours. Now walk over and put your arm around Amy. It only has to be for a few seconds.”

Mick looked across the yard toward Amy. Even in the glow of the fire, I could see his face blanch white. He smiled tentatively and handed the money back to Colt. “That’s a good one, Stone.” A nervous laugh followed. “You almost had me for a second.” He walked away.

I looked at Colt. “Your brother basically ignores her and uses her for sex, but she can’t talk to any other guy?”

“She could if there were any guys out there with balls big enough to talk to her.”

Amy waved to me from across the yard. The ridiculous thing about it was she seemed perfectly happy just standing near Hunter.

I turned to Colt. “Your brother is an asshole, and I’m not your personal toy.” I walked over toward the beer keg. I tossed the disgusting rum drink into the trash can and stepped up to the guy filling cups. He had a great head of hair and a sexy cleft in his chin.

I stuck my hands in my back pockets to accentuate my breasts and smiled. “Hey, can I get a cup?”

He glanced around anxiously. “Uh yeah, of course.” He shoved the cup my direction, managing to slosh out half the contents in his haste.

I took the cup and stuck out my free hand. “I’m Jade.”

“Hey, I’m Tucker.”

“Tucker. That’s a nice name.” I was putting on my most charming expression and presenting my cleavage in the best possible light, but the guy was unmoved.

His eyes widened and a tall shadow splashed across the brick pavers beneath my feet. “Hey, Colt,” he said nervously. “I was just giving her a beer.”

I spun around. Colt stared down at me.

“Seriously?” I asked. “What? Were you sending death rays out of your eyes from all the way across the yard?”

Without warning, Colt lifted me and tossed me over his shoulder. “We need to have a little discussion out in the truck.”

I smacked his back. “Hey, put me down, you big meanie.” My head was spinning from the rum and from hanging upside down. “I might throw up all over your shirt.”

Everyone turned and watched as Colt carried me out the front door and across the front lawn. I pounded his back. “I don’t want to have a discussion.”

I heard the truck door open. He plopped me into the front seat.

I shot back at him with my fists. “How dare you, you big jerk.” I pounded him on the shoulders.

He quickly had my wrists pinned together in one hand.

“You’re an asshole. You and your brother are just a couple of big fucking buttheads.

” My words were stretched by the alcohol.

I struggled to free my hands, but his grasp was too strong.

“I hate this. I hate that men are so much stronger and they can hurt you.”

He released my wrists immediately. I peered up at him. His serious, hard expression had softened some. “That’s not me, Jade. I’m not that guy. What he did to you—” the words stuck in his throat. “That’s not me. I might be a jealous, overprotective jerk, but I would never hurt you.”

I blinked back tears thinking about those words. “Hurt can come in a lot of different ways.” I held his hand up to my beating heart. “Feel that. I can already feel it falling apart. Maybe this whole thing was a really bad idea.”

He stared at me for a long moment, and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Yeah, a fucking bad idea,” he muttered as he took hold of my face and covered my mouth with his.

His kiss started out gentle and controlled, but as his tongue stroked my lips, coaxing them apart, the kiss grew more urgent.

He took hold of me and lifted me over his lap.

Sitting on my knees, I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his head to bring him closer.

His hands slid down into my shorts, and once again, I melted into the trance, that space in time where the only thing that existed in the whole damn world was the man between my legs and my own body thrumming with need.

I was still wearing shorts, but I ground my pussy against the fly of his jeans and the erection behind it straining to break free.

He pulled his mouth from mine. “What the fuck are we doing?”

I blinked down at him, feeling almost in despair at the notion that he didn’t want to continue.

“The house is empty, and we’re sitting in the front seat of the truck.”

I smiled and slid off. I reached for my seatbelt. “Something tells me I should buckle up.”

“Good thinking.” He started the truck, and we tore off down the street as if someone had equipped the thing with jet thrusters.

The tires chirped as Colt turned into the driveway. We both nearly stumbled from the truck. Colt pushed open the front door, and before my feet could even take two steps inside, he had me in his arms.

His hungry kiss paused only to lift the shirt from my head.

He threw it on the floor. He fumbled with the clasp on my bra and grunted in frustration.

“Take that fucking thing off now.” We were moving like two people who’d been denied sex for years rather than two people who’d already fucked four times that day.

But the extreme want was there again. It never seemed to lessen.

In fact, it seemed after every round of hot passion, I only wanted him more.

I reached back and unhooked the bra. He slid it off my shoulders and flung it across the room. He reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt up and over his head.

I took a deep breath. I’d seen him naked plenty of times, but every time he took off his shirt, I was awestruck. The power pulsing behind the black ink made me shiver with something I couldn’t even explain. It was fear but a good fear. His extreme strength only served to excite me more.

“Strip naked, baby,” he ordered. “I don’t have the fucking patience to deal with buttons or zippers.”

I took off my shorts. Then, teasingly, I turned around and pushed my panties to the ground. He groaned as I wiggled my naked ass at him. “See anything you like?” I asked.

“As a matter of fucking fact?—”

I laughed wildly as his arms went around me, and he lifted me off my feet.

“I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this house.

” He took me to the couch and dropped me onto my knees.

I pressed my hands on the arm of the couch.

He climbed on behind me. I expected him to fuck me with his cock but instead his mouth pressed against my pussy.

He wasted no time coaxing juices from me.

He lapped me up with a thirst that made me groan with need.

His tongue pushed inside of me while his hand reached around and stroked my clit.

His face was buried against me as I rocked back and forth on my knees to absorb all of it.

“I’m close, Colt, but I want your cock. I need all of it.

” Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away.

I felt the couch cushions move as he readjusted himself.

A small cry of excitement squeaked from my lips as I waited anxiously for him to fuck me.

Instead, he pressed just the hot wet tip of his cock against my pussy.

Another sound, this one more desperate, left my mouth.

“Darlin’ this is where you’re supposed to beg. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, please, Colt. I want it. I want you. Fuck me now before I go mad from wanting you.”

I cried out in relief and nearly lost my grip on the couch arm as he jammed his cock deep inside of me. It took no more than three deep thrusts, and my pussy clamped shut around him. “God yes, Colt!” My cries bounced off the walls.

My arms weakened beneath me. Suddenly, Colt’s strong hands went around me. He pulled out, lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. “Told you, baby. I want to do it everywhere. Then I can think of you in every damn room. Not that I ever stop thinking about you anyway.”

I stretched up and pressed my lips against his neck.

“Damn good thing.” He swung my legs around, and I used my foot to push open the bathroom door.

As with every part of the house, the tile sink was cluttered with stuff.

Still holding me in one arm, Colt swept his hand across the counter sending combs and deodorant and toothpaste into the sink.