Playboy: Stone Cold MC, #2

By Carmen Faye

Playboy is book 2 of the Stone Cold MC trilogy. Book 3, Stud, is available everywhere now!

MONEY TALKS, AND WHEN RIP PETERSON TALKS IT, I’M HYPNOTIZED

ALEX
I had a good thing going… until he showed up, six feet of leather and steel, a tempting smile, and a downright dangerous offer that left me breathless and ready.

But once ours fingers were in the honeypot, we got a taste of the adrenaline and wanted more. He wanted more.

Me.

RIP

My only rule in life?
Don’t get caught.

Call it what you like, I’m the one who walks away on top every single time, and I f*cking love it that way. 

But Alex is something else: smart and sexy--a spitfire and one hell of a natural for cheating a card table. 

I knew I could take her and make her into something great. And when we walk out with our first winnings, I know we’ve got a good thing going.

There’s just one flaw in this plan… my lies are about to catch up with me.

And just maybe my stupid f*cking heart, too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386590842

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PLAYBOY: Stone Cold MC (Book 2)

By Carmen Faye

MONEY TALKS, AND WHEN RIP PETERSON TALKS IT, I’M HYPNOTIZED.

ALEX

I had a good thing going... until he showed up, six feet of leather and steel, a tempting smile, and a downright dangerous offer that left me breathless and ready.

But once ours fingers were in the honeypot, we got a taste of the adrenaline and wanted more. He wanted more.

Me.

RIP

My only rule in life?

Don’t get caught.

Call it what you like, I’m the one who walks away on top every single time, and I f*cking love it that way.

But Alex is something else: smart and sexy—a spitfire and one hell of a natural for cheating a card table.

I knew I could take her and make her into something great. And when we walk out with our first winnings, I know we’ve got a good thing going.

There’s just one flaw in this plan... my lies are about to catch up with me.

And just maybe my stupid f*cking heart, too.

CHAPTER 1

T hat was too damn close , I said when we got back to Alex’s place.

Close isn’t caught. Besides, that was a good start, wasn’t it? I thought we did well.

She stood on her porch, illuminated by the outside light, and she looked like a vision. Maybe it was the alcohol interfering. A job. I had to remember that Alex was a job. Mostly.

I nodded and smiled. We did do well. Well, she did well. I did okay. I’d panicked a bit during the game and felt like I was unsure in the beginning there, but it had gotten better. And even though I’d had to leave early, I’d already won a substantial amount of money. We did do well. Alex walked into the house first and flicked on lights as she went, finally doubling back and sitting down on the couch. Perched on the edge with that red dress on and that satisfied smile, she looked like a goddess. God, she was hot.

I took the money out of the black bag the casino had given it to me in and stacked it on the coffee table in neat little stacks. Eighty-seven thousand five hundred dollars in crisp bills, bound with cheap elastic bands.

Oh my god, Alex breathed. I sat down next to her, close enough that our shoulders almost touched. I wish we didn’t have to give so much of it away.

I nodded. It was a damn shame. The piles of money were a sight for sore eyes. It always made me feel warm.

We get to keep thirty-five.

Seventeen and a half each. Less than half of what you owe me. She looked at me, but her face wasn’t serious. A smile curled around the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were laughing at me. Cheeky. I liked it.

I shrugged and turned my eyes back to the money.

We need to celebrate, Alex said. Not only is this whole thing working, but we made money!

You sound like you doubted me.

She shrugged. Let’s face it, you’re not the kind of person I was going to take seriously on this. You just seemed like this plan was made on the fly.

I was a little offended. This wasn’t my first rodeo—I’d hustled before. Even if I had made the plan on the fly. Although I had to give it to her that this was definitely the first time I’d played the way I had, and that was thanks to her. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that she hadn’t had faith in me. She’d taught me more than she would have if she’d believed I could do this. And it had saved me.

So, what are we going to do to celebrate? she asked.

My mind was a blank. To be honest, I really couldn’t think of anything. Alcohol buzzed in my veins, and I was on a high from the win. No one walked away from a casino with that much money in their pockets and didn’t feel like they were going to spontaneously combust. I was master of my own universe right then. Screw the Stone Cold Club and the Crucifix Six with all their demands on my money. I was invincible.

I grabbed her and kissed her, hands on her cheeks. She made a small sound at the back of her throat. She looked surprised for a moment, her body rigid and her eyes wide. But then she relaxed and closed her eyes, melting into my hands, and I closed my eyes, too, and gave over to the sensation that flooded through me when her lips touched mine.

I kissed her long and deep. Sensual. I traced her lips with my tongue, licked a trail along her bottom lip until she opened her mouth for me. I pushed my tongue into her, a part of me penetrating her. I wanted to be inside of her. This was a good start.

She swirled her tongue around mine. Her hands were on my wrists, but not in a way that suggested I remove them. In a way that suggested I keep them there.

She tasted like alcohol and excitement. I could taste her eagerness, and it was sexy as hell. Alcohol and the thrill of the night mingled to make a deadly combination, and I was free falling.

I felt my body respond to her, my cock stiffen in my pants until it was straining against my pants in an uncomfortable way.

She let go of my wrists and ran her hands up my arms. When she reached my shoulders, she curled her fingers. I let go of her, broke the kiss, and shrugged out of my blazer. I adjusted my pants, rearranging myself.

Better, I said. She just smiled.

I kissed her again. This time I put my arms around her body and pulled her as close to me as I could while seated on the couch. She slipped her arms around my neck. Her breasts pushed up against my chest, her back arched under my fingertips.

Her scent was in my nose; the apple scent of her shampoo and her perfume reminded me of sex and stars. Her body felt amazing under my hands. The dress hugged her so tightly I was almost on her body, but that wasn’t enough. The material between us irritated me, a barrier.

I wanted to be on her body completely, without any restriction. I wanted all of her.

My cock throbbed in my pants, begging, pleading. I guided Alex down until she lay on her back on the couch. Her knees were bent with her feet still on the floor, but I could cover more of her body now, touch it with the length of mine.

I lay against her. Her breasts pushed against my chest. Her hips were against mine, my thick hard-on against her lower stomach.

She must have felt it, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead she tipped her hips so that she brought us even closer together, pressing against my throbbing manhood with her hips, making the sensation that much more urgent.

I slid my hand down from her neck, over the open neckline where my skin was still on hers, and then onto the material of the dress that covered most of her breasts. I massaged her, feeling her through the dress. She moaned in my mouth. I tugged at the neckline, but the material didn’t give way; the dress was made to stay on unless she took it off. It was one of those expensive, well-made ones.

I hated those that didn’t just rip off when I wanted the woman.

Alex broke the kiss and smiled. Then she squirmed until I lifted and let her get out from underneath me. She stood in front of me, reached behind her back and slowly unzipped the dress. She moved her body provocatively, giving me my own little strip show. It loosened