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  Rough Stuff

  The Untouchables MC

  Joanna Blake

  Copyright © 2018 by Joanna Blake

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  Contents

  Rough Stuff

  About this book

  Two years ago

  1. Cain

  2. Kelly

  3. Cain

  4. Kelly

  5. Cain

  6. Kelly

  7. Cain

  8. Cassandra

  9. Kelly

  10. Cain

  11. Killer

  12. Kelly

  13. Cain

  14. Kelly

  15. Cain

  16. Mason

  17. Michelle

  18. Kelly

  19. Cain

  20. Kelly

  21. Cain

  22. Connor

  23. Kelly

  24. Cain

  25. Kelly

  26. The Killer

  27. Cain

  28. Kelly

  29. Cain

  30. Kelly

  31. Cain

  32. Kelly

  33. Cain

  34. Kelly

  35. Cain

  36. Kelly

  37. Cain

  38. Kelly

  39. Cain

  Epilogue

  A note about the excerpt of Stud Farm

  Stud Farm Excerpt

  A note about the excerpt of Hot Shot

  Hot Shot Excerpt

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Rough Stuff

  I’m meant to be alone. I haven’t so much as looked at a woman in years. But one minute alone with her and I’m a wild man.

  I’m a former marine who rules The Untouchable’s MC with an iron fist. I never lose control. But when I see Kelly at the wedding of one of our own, I can’t get my mind off her. I’m no good for a nice girl like her, but that’s not going to stop me from hunting her down.

  When her brother gets in the way, I don’t ease up. Not until a killer starts targeting my crew. Our women too. That’s when I make the hardest call I’ve ever made in my life.

  I leave Kelly alone to protect her.

  It kills me to do it. She’s so close, but just out of reach.

  So I watch and I wait. I keep her safe and chase off any men who dare to get close. Only now the killer is growing more brazen. There’s no keeping her safe unless she’s in my bed, for good.

  She belongs to me. She just doesn’t know it yet.

  About this book

  Hello readers!

  Welcome to the third book in the Untouchables MC series. Rough Stuff can be read as a standalone novel, it is all new and not available anywhere else!

  Order of the series and characters:

  Cuffed: Connor and Casey

  Mean Machine: Mason and Michelle

  Rough Stuff: Cain and Kelly

  Shane’s story: coming SOON!

  And yes, there will be more! Please enjoy!

  Xoxox,

  Joanna

  Two years ago

  Cain

  My back was to the wall, my arms crossed over my chest as I surveyed the room. The place was packed wall to wall with bikers. Mostly my crew, the Untouchables MC, but a few others were scattered here and there.

  I usually avoided things like this. Social obligations. But tonight was special.

  One of our own is getting married.

  Not a biker. A dependent. One of the kids we’d watched grow up over the years. The Untouchables had plenty of wild cards, but we were a family-oriented club as well.

  Sweet little Cass was the bride, the runaway foster kid Mason had taken in. I approved of Mason. I approved of Cass. So I was here.

  Even though I didn’t particularly approve of the groom.

  I scowled at Connor, watching him dance with his bride. He switched partners and smiled down at a pretty brunette. Something about her caught my eye and held it. I waited to get a better look at her. They moved across the floor until they were in a shaft of light. When I finally saw her, I felt like the earth slipped off its axis. My internal compass went haywire. The noise from the party faded into the background.

  The girl was not just pretty, as I had originally thought.

  The girl was stunning. Small and curvy and cute, but if cute was on steroids. Radioactive steroids. She was pretty much the Incredible Hulk of cute.

  Something primal twisted in my gut. I stood up straighter, straining to get a better look. I was taller than most of the people in the room, which made it easy to track her with my eyes. Paying this much attention to a female was unusual. Highly unusual, especially for me.

  I hadn’t noticed a woman in years. Not even when I was fresh in the service, surrounded by men and stuck in training. All the guys had bitched about being hard up except me. Not because I wasn’t as red-blooded as most men. I was. But I was better at turning it off.

  I just never bothered to turn it back on again.

  Until this exact moment.

  My eyes were trained on her as I considered my options. I studied her as I would any target. I didn’t just watch her, either, like I would on recon in the field. I enjoyed watching her. I drank her in.

  I saw a pert nose, stubborn chin, and high, round cheeks. Her lips were pouty but not petulant. Her eyes were large and heavily lashed.

  But it wasn’t her physical beauty alone that caught and held my attention. It was her personality that put all the other beautiful girls in the world to shame. The girl was bubblier than champagne. She reminded me of the pixie on the old ginger ale bottles. Or a super-sexy Tinkerbell. That’s right, she had my mind going there.

  I was pleasantly contemplating fucking a Goddamn cartoon character.

  I had no doubt I’d have her before the night was over. I might not chase women, but they had no problem throwing themselves at me. I wasn’t sure why I was a chick magnet, and I didn’t much care. I was clean-cut compared to the rest of the bikers in the room, with a solitary tat from the service, short hair, and a lean physique. I’d done a thousand pushups every morning since I signed up, and I still did them to this day.

  It wasn’t overconfidence that led me to believe this would be a slam dunk. It was simply statistical. One hundred percent of women seemed to find me attractive. My target would be putty in my hands before the next song was over.

  There was only one little issue. Her dance partner. She was dancing with a hard-assed FBI agent. So she was on the groom’s much smaller side of the aisle then. Now, I had nothing to fear from Connor or any officer of the law. I was law abiding, and for the most part, my club was too.

  By tacit agreement, drugs were kept hidden until I left the clubhouse. Guns were all registered and stored in locked safes when not in use. No exceptions. At the club and at home, too.

  I didn’t
do house checks, but my men followed my lead and I was explicitly clear about how I felt about that. I’d learned a healthy respect for firearms in the service and I had brought that same discipline to the club.

  So no, I wasn’t worried about Connor. But I wasn’t about to ask him for an introduction either. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. It was a mutual lack of respect and it suited me just fine. I waited for the dance to end, crossed the room, and waited for her to turn around. I stared down at her shiny brown curls while she chatted with Casey, now known as Cassandra.

  The kid had lied about her name all those years ago but kept it close enough to her real name that she’d answer when called. It was a brilliant plan, especially for a kid. The tactician in me admired that sort of forethought.

  Cass looked up at me, and finally, the little brunette turned around. She stared up at me slowly, taking me in. I continued to eye fuck her, hard.

  “Kelly, this is Cain. Cain, this is Kelly.”

  I nodded, momentarily stunned by her beauty up close. Kelly suited her. Her name sounded fresh and squeaky clean. She just stared at me, her mouth slightly open. She was so cute, I almost smiled.

  And I never smiled.

  “Come.”

  She didn’t protest as I put my hand on the gentle curve of her lower back and guided her out the double doors to the patio. There was a sort of sizzle, a heat where we touched. I’d always assumed that ‘sparks flying’ was a metaphor. But it was real. I was feeling a tingle in my palm where it brushed her skin.

  It was so intense that it almost burned. But I welcomed the pain. And I didn’t want to stop touching her.

  It was quiet outside. Empty. I nodded to myself, satisfied.

  She looked up at me. I could tell she was intimidated. I didn’t say much to change that.

  “Who did you come here with?”

  “To the wedding?”

  I nodded.

  “I want to know who I have to beat down when I leave with you tonight.”

  Her jaw dropped.

  “Leave with me? You arrogant—”

  I smiled suddenly, watching her tell me off. My face felt like it was cracking, it was so long since I’d used those muscles. Probably since I was a child.

  “If you think I’m going home with you, you have a big surprise coming! And another thing, I didn’t come with a date, but if I had . . .”

  She was still ranting at me so I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed her and hoisted her up so we were face to face. Her little feet dangled in midair as I held her with one arm wrapped around her waist. She was all womanly curves and sweet femininity, and the feel of her was doing crazy things to my body.

  It was like all the unused hormones of the past five years came crashing through me. And I wasn’t the only one. She felt it too. Pretty pink cheeks and surprised blue eyes stared back at me.

  She stopped arguing and stared at my mouth. I felt another smile coming on. She wanted me too. It was an instant attraction. The kind they write movies about. Love songs. The kind that’s impossible to fight.

  So, I didn’t.

  My lips crashed down on hers.

  And she melted. I grunted with satisfaction as her lips opened and our tongues danced against each other’s. She was sweet and unpolished, but responsive. I doubted she’d been kissed that many times before. Maybe never. Didn’t matter. It was still the best kiss of my life.

  It was the only kiss.

  Something shattered inside me as we kissed, the hard shell that protected me from the world, and more importantly, protected the world from me.

  I set her down on her feet as that thought crashed over me like a bucket of cold water. Didn’t do a thing to calm down my cock, but my head was clear. I suddenly knew that I should stay away from the pretty little thing in my arms. For her own good.

  I knew instinctively that this wouldn’t just be sex between us. It would start with sex, and then I’d keep her. I doubted either one of us had much say in the matter.

  But it wasn’t right. She was an angel and I was a soul already damned to hell. I would be a bastard if I corrupted something so pure.

  Unfortunately for her, I was more than happy to be a bastard.

  A selfish, satisfied, lucky bastard.

  I stared down at her as my thoughts clicked into place.

  I was a killer. I’d slaughtered men in war without remorse. Launched grenades. I knew without a doubt that I had taken out a few innocents along the way.

  I’d seen their faces while we did recon. Civilians lying on the side of the road. Didn’t matter if it wasn’t my grenade or my bullets. My guys were an extension of me and under my command. Yeah, we were following orders from higher up, but that didn’t mean we weren’t guilty.

  It didn’t mean that I wasn’t guilty. I never let myself off the hook for the things we did. I’d been raised by a strict, patriotic, God-fearing family, and I knew that some things were, in fact, black and white.

  So I followed orders without question. Served to the best of my considerable ability. Destroyed the enemy without hesitation or remorse.

  When we were in the heat of it, the thick of an exchange of fire, I didn’t think about the innocents. Everything went black, white, and red. They were the bad guys. We were the good guys. It was best to give in to the part of me that wanted to kill, kill, kill.

  The truth was, there was a dark corner of my soul that reveled in it. A cold-blooded monster who picked off targets like a housewife checking off her grocery list. And that was the part that should stay far away from the perfect little girl in my arms.

  I was pretty much stained in blood, all the way down to my soul. Not good enough for a pretty little thing like this. Not clean and pure like she was.

  If I were honorable, I’d let her go right now. Force myself to finish it before it started. Walk away and bury myself in club business, a long, hard run, anything. But there was no way I was letting her out of my arms. I didn’t think I could.

  Well, it didn’t matter. I’d use my dark side to protect her. Even if I was protecting her from myself.

  “No boyfriend.”

  She glared up at me, though I was happy to notice that she didn’t push me away.

  “Is that a question?”

  I just grunted, pulling her even tighter against my rock-hard cock. She gasped and her cheeks turned pink again. Lord, that was adorable.

  “Connor.”

  “Con? What about him?”

  “Who is he?” I bit out the words, getting tense at the thought of Connor dancing with her with such familiarity. “To you.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “You really are a cave man, aren’t you?”

  I let my hands slide lower to cup her ass.

  “Yes.”

  She let out a sexy little sigh as I fondled her perfectly round bottom.

  “Oh! You . . . ohh . . .”

  I murmured the words against her lips, coaxing them open so I could slip my tongue inside. I stopped long enough to demand answers, then started in on her luscious lips again.

  “Who is he?”

  “My brother!” she blurted out into my mouth, effectively ending the kiss.

  I stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded. That big moose was related to . . . this tiny drop of sunshine? It didn’t make a lick of sense. Then I pictured Connor in my head. The man did have unusually light blue eyes. Just like the lovely eyes I was staring into.

  They just happened to look a hell of a lot better on her.

  “Fine.”

  “Fine? What’s fine? That I have a brother?”

  “Yes.”

  “Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?”

  “Cain.”

  She looked at me in surprise and then let out a burst of laughter. I growled and squeezed her bottom. Then I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my hips.

  “Cain . . . what are you doing?”

  I turned and pressed her against the wall. I kissed her aga
in, rubbing myself against her. I had thought I would have her on the back on my bike by now, but she was being difficult. The truth was, I was acting like a sex-crazed teenager. I didn’t like it. But I couldn’t stop.

  Regain control of the situation, you dumb fuck.

  I exhaled into her neck, resting my head there. I was tempted to bang it into the wall. Instead, I just inhaled her scent and tried to control my heart rate and breathing.

  I lowered her to her feet and leaned over her, unwilling to move. When I finally lifted my head, Kelly was staring at me.

  “What is happening?”

  The wonder in her voice matched my own sense of awe. I had never acted like this with a woman. I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her home. I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out again.

  I was seriously considering a hostage situation.

  “This is happening.”

  “This?”

  “Us.”

  My voice was low. Empathic. She gave a little nod as if she understood.

  “You’re a biker.”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t look like a biker.”

  “I’m a Marine.”

  “Oh. That makes sense.”