Kingston Correctional 5-8

By Ashley Paige

Are you ready for FOUR new couples? We’re talking age gaps, a new pregnancy, an unexpected love triangle, and OF COURSE... All the bareback creampies!!!

Book 5 His Little Gem- Buxom Ruby is enthralled by MC prez Rock who is twenty years her senior. That’s one
badass who will get on his knees for his girl.

Book 6 Hey, Mama- Ruby’s mama bones Rock’s son.... Need I say more?

Book 7 Willow- The innocent female inmate who falls under the protection of Warden Wade Mendoza

Book 8 Sunny Side Up- Things have settled at Kingston. Not for Sunny though. Caught in a love triangle and pregnant; we get to see Dawson again in this one!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashley Paige
• Release date: Nov 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005257156

Ashley Paige

Ashley Paige is a fan of all things love.... And sex.By day, she may be a wife and mom, raising 3 kids (and a husband) along with a menagerie of animals, but by night... Nighttime is when the creative juices flow and she cranks out the smutty sex she loves so much.

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Book 5

His Little Gem

Ruby & Rock

Chapter 1

Ruby

My alarm rings at six thirty on the dot and, as usual, I need to hit snooze at least once before I can roll my tired ass out of bed.

At six forty-two, I stumble in the bathroom to take a shower and once the piping hot water hits my skin, I am pretty well awake.

I don’t waste any time getting ready for work. I have streamlined my routine to get the maximum number of sleep hours possible, so I can’t afford to mess around and be late.

Shower, blow-dry, light makeup, uniform, coffee, out the door.

I make sure I have my keys, purse and security badge and I’m on my way to Kingston Correctional where I have worked for the past year.

The drive there is only fifteen minutes, so when I scan my badge to get in, go through security and stash my things in the locker room, I have several minutes to spare.

I walk in the breakroom to find twin sisters Savannah and Autumn at the table drinking coffee and spilling the tea.

Savannah is the prison nurse and Autumn is a correctional officer on B Block.

Good morning, ladies.

Morning, gorgeous, Autumn says.

I have worked with Savannah longer, and I can say with certainty that her twin is more outgoing than she seems to be.

Sit. Drink your coffee and gossip with us, Savannah says.

I pull out a chair across the table from them and sit.

Spill, I say.

The bosses said that we’re getting three new inmates today on B Block, Autumn says. They’re all guys from Cruz’s MC. And, get this, one of them is their prez.

She looks ready to take flight from her chair with excitement. Over what, I don’t know. He is a biker, like all the other bikers on B Block.

Okay, I draw out.

Savannah chuckles. I said the same thing.

Ugh. You guys don’t work on their block, so you don’t get it. Their prez, his name is Rock, is supposed to be this total badass. He is like fifty, and he’s ex-military. The guys say he can take on any one of the younger members in a fight and come out on top without breaking a sweat. He makes kicking ass look easy.

Autumn’s eyes are huge, and excitement bubbles out of her. Does she really think she will get to see him kick someone’s ass?

She has been getting dick from one of the inmates on her block and I think she may have forgotten just which side she’s supposed to be on.

I also heard Savannah is having a tryst of her own with one of the inmates, but she has been more discreet than her twin, so I can’t confirm or deny that one.

Autumn continues to chatter about the MC God that is Rock until the breakroom door opens and two male officers walk in.

The three of us collectively pinch our lips closed and stare blankly at the intruders.

Officers Jefferson and James stroll in. Jefferson avoids looking at myself and the twins all together, while James eye fucks each one of us with that smarmy smirk he’s forever got plastered on his dumb face.

Jefferson, the potbellied perv of a guard is harmless. He is a horny old man who has been at Kingston forever and likes to watch when female guards get dicked, but rarely crosses any physical boundaries, other than a graze or grope.

James, on the other hand is a newer guard, only around for six months or so. Thirty something, with black hair combed away from his face, he has a creepy stare that screams date rape, and I wouldn’t trust him if my life depended on it.

Keep looking, James. See what Cruz has to say about it, Autumn spits.

On that note, I am getting out of here. These two may have ties to the MC, but I don’t.

I slip out, exiting the room quietly as Jefferson rummages through the fridge, and James argues back and forth with the twins.

I walk to the end of the hall and clock in before taking my place at the visitor’s station.

***

The first half of my day went quickly. There was a steady stream of visitors today and I have been too busy to pay attention to the clock.

As I was coming off of lunch, my Sergeant on Staff told me to report to intake and help get the incoming inmates processed. Not my favorite job, but whatever.

I have only managed to get one inmate processed before I hear another running his mouth.

Look at this bitch here. I know you from somewhere, Mami? You sure do look familiar.

Fuck my life.

No, sir. I don’t think you do, I respond, polite yet firm.

You want to get to know me? Hot bitch like you, I give it to you real good. The inmate covered in prison ink grabs his crotch. Bet you like it rough, don’t you? You look like you could take a good pounding. He licks his lips, nodding his head.

This is partially why I hate working directly with the inmates. I know what I look like, and I’m not ugly. As the chubby girl in high school, I worked hard to lose weight. Over the last few years, I have lost eighty pounds. My curves are still prominent though, giving a nice hourglass shape with a nipped waist. My blonde hair is natural, with a little help from the salon, and I have been collecting my tattoos since I turned eighteen.

Add all those things together and people think I’m just some dumb blonde, or an easy lay. And I am neither of those things.

The other guards do not catch the inappropriate comments and I don’t even get a chance to respond before another inmate replies.

Move along, pup. Messin’ with the wrong woman.

The fuck you say to me? The mouthy one puffs up his chest and turns around.

A scary looking man steps toward us. He has a bald head and full grey-blonde beard. He looks like he has twenty years on the younger man. He is covered in ink from the sides of his neck down to his wrists, much like I have, but his ink is heavier and darker. And damn, his biceps look as big around as my fucking thighs.

"I said, you got the wrong woman, boy," he says, stepping into the other man’s space and crossing his massive arms.

Holy mother of Mary, he smells divine. Like leather and spice. I barely resist the urge to lean over and sniff him.

His feet are braced wide as he looks down at the wannabe thug.

Man, who the fuck you think you talkin’ to? I’ll say what the fuck I want to this dumb bitch. He throws his arm up, pointing in my direction.

The man tisks and shakes his head like a parent would do with a mouthy child. He looks at me and winks, his blue eyes sparkling with an untold secret, and my stomach gives a little flop.

Two men step up to flank us and suddenly I am surrounded by large men who could easily break me in half.

Fucking hell.

"You won’t be talking to her at all, kid. And as for who I am, I’m the one who’ll tear off your pathetic excuse for a dick if you so much as