F*ck Club: Riley
Release Date: January 27th 2017
The first rule of F*ck Club…we don’t talk about it. We just do the job and get paid.
And Riley Steele did his job very well.
He’ll be the first to admit that his current life isn’t the one he’d foreseen.
It’s not even one he wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything.
Now, after almost ten years of being paid to pleasure, he’s almost numb to it…and to women.
That all changes with one phone call.
Brianna Sharpe, the girl he’d loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and
needs someplace to hide.
Opening his home to Bree is easy. Protecting his heart is a different story.
She’d completely shattered it once already.
But Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance.
Only…what will she do when she discovers his secrets?
They sucked hard and they sucked even worse when the woman he loved more than his own life was sleeping in his bed just a few yards away, and he was out here on the couch, his cock hard as a rock and his hands all but shaking with need for her.
He hadn’t seen nor heard from her or Toby since yesterday when the little would-be street brawler had tried to take him on for kissing his mama. Granted, Riley hadn’t had much time to see them.
It had been past ten when he’d gotten in last night—early for him, but Bree and Toby hadn’t had the best time sleeping.
He had to figure out something about that, too.
Before she up and decided to leave.
He was dead set against that happening any time soon. At least not until he knew that Donnie wasn’t going to be a threat to her. He might feel better about it once he had a talk with the man. A talk that might or might not include physical force.
While his mornings might suck, he didn’t want to think about how rough Bree’s were. Of course, he was trying not to think about Bree at all just then. He might not have been up as late last night but he sure as hell hadn’t slept. Nightmares had plagued him and when it wasn’t nightmares, it was…Bree.
Thoughts of her.
They haunted his every damn waking thought and most of his sleeping ones.
Like the dream he’d just awoken from—a dream that had been centered on Bree and her naked body, her mouth parted on a moan. If he focused, he could still bring up the image of her, shuddering and shaking, her hair spread across his pillow and a smile on her lips, right before something had jarred him awake.
It couldn’t be anything in the apartment.
They were still asleep.
He strained his ears, trying to pinpoint the sound, but there was nothing.
His cock pulsed and he groaned, sliding a hand down his belly and reaching inside the loose pants he’d dragged on. Wrapping a hand around his dick, he dragged his fist up, then down, eyes closing as he pulled the dream back to the forefront of his mind.
He’d always been good at holding the pieces of his dreams together and now wasn’t any different. It wasn’t too hard to fall right back into the place he’d been just before he woke up, and if he let himself, he could picture that his fist wasn’t his fist, but her pussy—wet and slick and tight, squeezing him as he thrust in, driving in so deep and hard, it would feel like they’d never been apart.
His imagination pulled up memories of her breathy moans and the way she’d clung to him as he brought her to climax.
It fed him sensory memories of how she’d smelled, and the taste of her was already imprinted on his soul.