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Coletrane by Rie Warren
Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #4
Genres: MC Romance
Series finale from the summer MC hit! From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to take what he wants.
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw. I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade. I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me. Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.
I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men. Coletrane
destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up. He is not my type. They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
I am HUGE Rie Warren fan!! I have read of the Bad Boys of Retribution MC books as well as the Carolina Bad Boy books. They are awesome! In fact Rie Warren was my first introduction into MC romance books and I haven’t looked back since. Sinclair (Sin) is anything but your typical MC Old Lady. She is wealthy and well-bred. All of the things that Coletrane (Cole) isn’t. He has had a hard life, everything from getting in with the wrong crowd to abusing drugs, and surviving through the death of his sister.
These two don’t just attract one another they explode! While they couldn’t be more different it those differences that make them whole together. Cole’s past of course comes back to haunt him and Sin’s family has issues. However Sin is a very strong woman and she knows what she wants. This is hte last book in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC which makes me sad because this series has been one of the best. If you are looking for a bad boy who deep down has a good heart that just needs the strength and love of a strong woman then Coletrane is the book for you!
four Retribution MC books available now — series complete!
I got out and loped around to Sin’s side. I liked the way she waited for me to open the door and help her out—she was a woman who knew she was quality. With a flash of those long bare legs, she slid up against me. Her body felt incredible, curves in all the right places the perfect counterpoint to the hard muscles of mine. Brushing the hair back from her temples, my fingers lingered at her neck where her pulse drummed against my skin. I leaned down and tasted her lips, quickly delving into her mouth before retreating with a smile.“I hope you’re ready for this, precious, because I’m gonna eat you up.”“Out here?” Her pale green eyes twinkled. I pulled her away from the car and guided her up the steps that created an open breezeway in the apartment building. My place was at the top and overlooked a tennis court.“You play?” she asked.I unlocked my door and ushered her inside. “Hardly.”Flicking the light switch, the tidy, tiny living room shifted into brightness, and just then a calico fur ball darted into the kitchen with screeching yeowl.“What was that?” Sin pointed after the fleeing feline.“I dunno. I think it’s a cat.” I rubbed a hand over my chin. “Could be a cross between a porcupine and an overgrown chipmunk? I call it Pincushion.” As she giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee
table and the sound system set-up.“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.” I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew
to my ass to pull me all the way against her. With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.A sneer of lust crossed my face, and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.“Cole!” she gasped.“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting. Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy. “But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me. She approached slowly and perched next to me.“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.” She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea. Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is
this a BDSM thing?” I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?” “Of course not,” she snapped.“Nothing wrong with that, you know?” She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”“You’re a good girl?” Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an
otherwise totally impressive babe. I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”Again with the hesitant nod.Jesus.I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.” She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go.
Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.” Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”“Vanilla sex?” Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss.
“Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth. After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”—goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.” I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”“I’m in.”