Riding On Instinct

Book 3 in the Wild Riders Series

April 7, 2009

Riding On Instinct

Book 3 in the Wild Riders Series

Department of Justice agent Shadoe Grayson is out to prove she’s no rookie, and eagerly accepts her first undercover assignment at a strip club in New Orleans. Working with the Wild Riders, a government agency of bad boy bikers, her goal is to expose a corrupt DEA agent. All she has to do is learn to take if off like a pro…

Standing in Shadoe’s way is arrogant Spencer King, her partner and one of the Wild Riders. Spence thinks she looks more like a schoolteacher than a stripper, and doubts she can grind her way to success. But when he challenges Shadoe to a personal show, he finds out there’s more to the surprisingly sexy agent than by-the-book rules. Now Spencer has to resist his baser instincts while Shadoe learns that stripping yourself of all inhibitions doesn’t always equal losing control…

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“Let’s stretch a bit, then we’ll get to movements,” Jessie said.

They went down on the floor and did some basic stretches. Shadoe was aware of Spencer still hovering near the door, but she tried her best to ignore him and concentrate on Jessie. She figured he’d get bored soon enough and leave for something more exciting, like wrestling on television. Or maybe a game on Xbox.

No such luck. By the time they had finished their stretching and Jessie went to put music on, not only had Spencer pulled up a chair, two more of the guys had come in to watch.

“Hey guys,” Jessie said with a wave. “We’re going to work on some dance moves. Want to join in?”

“I’d rather have the hair on my balls plucked out with tweezers,” Paxton said with a grimace.

“Don’t look at me,” A.J. said. “Two left feet, remember?”

Spence stayed silent.

“Pussies,” Jessie replied, then laughed. “Let’s get going.” She turned to Shadoe. “Do you have dance experience?”

Shadoe nodded. “Years of it as a kid all the way through college. Mostly ballet though.”

Jessie grinned. “Perfect. That’ll help a lot. At least you know how to move your body.”

“True enough, but I think ballet and stripping are two entirely different things.”

Jessie laughed. “Dancing is dancing, honey. It’s just a different type of movement. As long as you have rhythm, you’ve got a head start.”

The music was slow and sexy, and Shadoe followed Jessie’s lead.

“First thing you have to do is relax your body. Breathe in and out,” Jessie said, her chest rising and falling as she deeply inhaled and exhaled. “If your body isn’t relaxed, you’ll be out there dancing around like you have rigor mortis.”

Shadoe snorted. “Good point.” She did the deep breathing as Jessie instructed.

“Ignore the audience. Concentrate on the music and how it makes you feel. Because you’re the only one who counts. It’s just you and me dancing.”

Shadoe focused on the music, relaxed, breathed, watched only Jessie. Jessie had a way with her body and the music, sliding her hips back and forth. Slight, but oh so sexy.

Ballet was all about certain moves, maintain your body structure in certain positions. What Jessie did was nothing like that—it was all free form movements. Shadoe was used to something entirely different and she tried to follow Jessie. She tried to concentrate, but knew she was failing miserably.

Jessie reached out and grabbed Shadoe’s hips. “Honey, you are one tight ball of tension. Let it go. This is fun stuff. Loosen your hips and let them slide. Back and forth, back and forth. That’s it. Now raise your arms over your head and swing your ass.”

It was difficult for Shadoe to let go. Jessie was right. She was always tense, always on the job, always thinking, planning, plotting…working.

But…this was work, wasn’t it? And her focus was on being the best. So she had to be the best at this.

“Come here,” Jessie said, bringing herself up hip to hip with Shadoe and taking Shadoe’s hands in hers. “Now, move your body in time with mine.”

They were breast to breast, hip to hip. This made it much easier to follow Jessie, undulating her hips in a side to side rhythm. Oh, yeah, now she was getting it. She settled into the music, letting her body relax and flow along with Jessie’s. Jessie pulled back, then Shadoe moved up close to her again until their breasts were touching. Then Shadoe would move back and Jessie would rock her hips against Shadoe.

“Oh yes, now you’ve got it. That’s hot, babe,” Jessie said. “Keep doing it.”

This was fun. And Jessie was right. Dancing like this was hot, so much easier than the structural form of dance she was so used to.

When she turned to face the men, there were several sets of equally steamy eyes riveted on them, anticipation written all over their faces.

Jessie was right. There was power in this. And she hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet.

“Fuck me, that’s hot as hell,” A.J. said in a tight whisper.

“I don’t think my dick’s supposed to be getting hard, but it is,” Paxton replied.

“You’d better all be staring at Shadoe or you’re dead,” Diaz said.

Spencer said nothing, but his throat was dry, his cock like steel and his balls quivered. Watching Shadoe and Jessie dance together was one hell of an erotic scene. Though he wasn’t focused on Jessie at all.

Now that she was out of her loose pantsuit, he realized Shadoe had a body. Not the knock-your-eyes-out-of-their-sockets body that Jessie had, but the woman definitely had curves. Nice breasts pressed against her snug fitting T-shirt, an indented waist and hips made for a man’s hands. And legs. Long legs. He wanted to see those legs under the sweat pants she wore, dammit. A woman could have tits like mountains and he wouldn’t care. He was a leg man.

And he was wrong—she could move. She learned quickly, and though he could tell she was a novice, once she was given instruction, she was a quick study. If Maria could teach her a few moves, she might make one hell of a stripper.

If she could actually handle it, and that was the key. Could she handle it? He’d have to find out before they put her up on stage.

He knew exactly how to do that.

He waited while she and Jessie practiced awhile longer. All the other guys but Diaz left, obviously unable to stand the girl-on-girl torture any longer.

When Jessie finished up, Shadoe indicated she was going to hang out and practice for awhile. Jessie winked at Diaz as she strolled by and left the gym. Diaz walked out right after her, but Spence hung back, watching. Shadoe was immersed in the music, clearly oblivious to his presence.

He stood and walked toward her. She rocked her hips back and forth in front of the mirror, her eyes open as he approached.

Maybe she wasn’t oblivious, because she locked gazes with him, yet continued to move, raising her arms over her head. He stopped behind her.

“Stripping is more than just shaking your ass, you know,” he said.

“I’m fully aware of that.”

She continued to move. She had a really nice ass. His dick continued to pound. He didn’t try to hide the fact he had an erection, either. He stepped beside her, and her gaze drifted down. She had to notice.

She did. Her gaze shot back up to his face.

“Yes, watching you and Jessie dance got my dick hard. Does that bother you?”

This time she stopped, turned to him, swallowed before answering. “No.”

“Good. Because as a stripper you’re going to be getting a lot of guys hard. Get used to it.”

She grabbed a towel from the back of the chair and wiped her neck. “There are a lot of things I need to get used to. But I’m not innocent, Spence.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“I’m twenty-eight years old. I’ve had sex before.”

“How many times?”

She stilled. “That’s really none of your business.”

He laughed. That answer told him a lot. “Oh, a woman of the world, are you?”

“You’re an ass.”

“Yes. But I need to be able to cover yours. And you need to be able to pull this off. So I’m not going to let you pretend to be something you’re not. If you can’t do this, you should stop now.”

“I can do this.”

“Prove it. Strip for me.”

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Riding on Instinct is Jaci Burton’s third book in the Wild Rider series. It’s also her best so far. To say that this book was an amazing roller coaster of a read is a blatant understatement. With complex characters who provided conflict galore, to the pulse pounding plot of catching a rogue agent, to the wonderful array of secondary characters well known to Wild Rider fans, this book has it all and in glorious abundance.... I laughed, I cried, I railed, I even had to turn on the fan while reading the oh-so-sinful sexual liaisons between this hot couple, and once the book had ended, I did the only logical thing possible. I screamed for more. Kudos and beyond for Ms. Burton’s best book yet! I cannot wait to see what comes next!”