Along for the Ride (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

This book is for my readers who didn't learn the first time that it's dangerous to pick up a sexy, tatted convict off the side of the road. Ride or Die!

I holster my gun before I make a loud fucking mistake.

“Did you trip and fall into her, dick first? What part of killing her involved doing this?”

I’m no blonde goddess, but I’m somewhat offended that no one has asked how much for a handy or a quick trip to the Red Room Inn down the street.

The first night I bunked with him, he broke my hand for touching his bed, and I went out of my way to break his nose in retaliation.

He’s an asshole, a liability, a snake, and a major piece of shit. But he’s also my brother.

I laugh at the thought. “What’s funny back there?” the passenger asks. “Just this situation,” I say. “Two weirdos and a dope-sick girl on a road trip.”

“You’re the fucking weird one, girl.”

“My bad. I didn’t expect to travel across the country when I left my cardboard box this morning.”

When he gets to his feet again, I swallow hard. Against my will, my eyes glide to the massive erection at my eye level. It points toward his navel and nearly pokes from the top of his boxer briefs, but the thickness is what holds my attention. Disgustingly thick. Horrifyingly big. Fuck an ax. He could probably chop wood with that thing.

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen a cock before,” he says with a smirk, and I finally look away from his bulging crotch, embarrassed I’ve been caught staring. “Most strangers don’t make a habit of shoving their morning wood in my face, so you’ll have to excuse my fucking surprise,”

“We aren’t leaving you alone, thief.” He snarls the word with such veracity it becomes literal venom. “Pick who you’d rather shack up with for the night. Hint: don’t pick me, because I will kill you and fuck your corpse.” Karson releases a laugh that makes the hair on the back of my neck lift away from my skin.

My vagina and I will need to have a talk later, because she is putting some really shitty ideas in my head. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll move away from him before I accidentally put his dick in my mouth.

“The only marks that should be on a woman are those made in a moment of pleasure. Did you like it when he wrapped his hand around your throat?” I shake my head. “Then he doesn’t fucking deserve you.” He grips my hand and pulls my ring from my finger. Instead of pocketing it or throwing it across the room, he slides it past his lips and swallows. My eyes widen. “Did you really just do that? You couldn’t toss it away like a normal person?” “I’m the farthest thing from normal, wanderer.” He pauses and shakes his head. “Actually, Karson is probably the farthest, but I’m just behind him.” “Karson didn’t eat my ring,” I mumble.

“My daddy doesn’t look like you, sir.”

“If you have any fantasies about running off the first chance you get, get them out of your head. I’m real overprotective of what belongs to me.” I turn her face and look into her eyes. She needs to understand the weight of what I say next. “For the remainder of this night, keep my cock inside you. And for the remainder of this trip, you and your pussy are mine.”

I might have a few screws loose, but she’s not rocking with a full toolkit, either.

I laugh because who the fuck comes out of a choking like that? Unfazed by the near-death experience, but totally offended by the stiff cocks.

“God, you taste like the thing that made the angel that became the devil fall.”

“Don’t kink shame me, Gentry. I’m not the one who gets off by having their hair shampooed. Now that’s fucking weird.”

“What an absolutely suicidal thing to say,”

“I once had a dream that I had a baby. I picked up the little thing and ate it.” My mouth drops open, and he tosses me his Karson smile. “So I’m going to say I’m probably not dad material, either.”