Stone: At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1) Read Online Free

Cackalackee bad boy. He rolled up the sleeves on his oxford twice, neatened his hair back into a sleek ponytail, and greeted people with effortless charm.
    While we stood in line, a commotion at the back of t he queue drew my attention. A woman wrangled with her cart and then watched—eyes wide and mouth open—as four boxes crashed to the floor. Books, dresses, shoes, wigs . . . lingerie swam onto the polished marble floor.
    I noticed her cock-up with the cart first.
    Her legs second.
    Her tits third.
    Her face last.
    Holy fuck.
    “Who the hell is that?” I whispered, pointing at the babe surrounded by ten tons of shit spilling all over the floor.
    Nicky glanced over his shoulder. “No idea. New kid on the block, I guess.”
    “ I’m gonna go help her.” I shouldered through the crowd and squatted down next to her. “Need a hand?” Because one thing Ma had taught me was always help out a lady in distress.
    She blew a tendril of the lightest red hair from her brow. “I’d sure appreciate it.”
    I helped pack her things back up and tidily stacked it on the cart. I willed myself not to look at her as I stepped back. Definitely not remembering the lace, the frills, the full-on feminine lingerie I’d handled.
    “ My knight in shinin’ armor?”
    Shaking my h ead, I backed away. I saw Nicky at the elevators, waiting for me. “Not really, miss.”
    New kid on the block. There was nothing kid-like about her. She was voluptuous, a handful from hips to hourglass waist to perfect breasts. The southern drawling miss in a knee-length skirt and clinging top didn’t seem to realize she’d made my cock railroad-spike hard. I walked away, mesmerized by her feminine-fuck-me appearance up to her goddamn adorable face. A killer combination. Full throttle attraction the likes of which I’d never felt made my head spin, my heart speed.
    A nd there was no way I could act on it because I’d just signed up for five and a half days of Gaydom at the Rom Con.

Chapter Two
    Tuesday: Gamecocks and Henpeckers
     
     
     
    LITERARY LOVE CONVENTION 2013 had kicked off with a bang all right, just not the kind I suddenly needed care of the lusciously curved lady who’d caused a heavy ache to settle low in my groin.
    As I approached Nicky at the elevators, he asked, “Do what you needed to do?”
    I shrugged. “Sure.” Not really, since my dick’s still in my pants.
    To offset the fact I could barely keep from looking back at little miss sex-on-legs, I grabbed Nicky ’s hand and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. His forearm tensed as he fought against pulling away from the unexpected caress.
    “ Goin’ up, babe?”
    I thought he was gonna snort, which would really kill the mood I was going for. Holding himself in check, he twined his fingers through mine and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Sure, love.”
    Motherfuck er better not try to one-up me in the gay-stakes. ’Cause I’m gonna bring it.
    We pushed into an emp ty elevator and broke apart as soon as the doors closed. Nicky knocked his shoulder against mine, laughing when I alternated between rubbing the heel of my palm against my just-kissed cheek then my hand against my thigh. To wipe off boy cooties presumably. Christ.
    “ You’re gay!” He nearly cackled.
    I hit him with a broad smile. “Only for you, babe.”
    He was still chuckling when we made it to our room. He waved the key-card in my face , and I snatched it from him as we went inside. A Fabio wannabe with some half-dressed pirate’s booty babe decorated the card—someone’s book cover. Oh, good for a buy one, get one free appetizer at the mezzanine level Grille on Tuesday. I had to hand it to the writers, customers loved BOGO. I might learn a thing or two.
    I unloaded shit. Nicky checked out the bathroom and the freebies before chucking everything off the desk to set up his laptop. I cracked a beer then growled, taking in the one and only bed in the room. Keepin’ up appearances.
    He shucked his jeans,