Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3

by Rie Warren

  When my hard cock hit the juncture of her leathers, she broke off, moaning, “Oh, God, Brodie.”

  Make her moan my name before her boots hit the pavement? Consider it done.

  I straightened up and held my hand out to her. “Can’t wait to hear you say that when you’re naked.”

  “Did I say evil?” She placed her palm in mine. “I meant evil incarnate. You’re a teasing bastard, aren’t you?”

  “Little bit.”

  “Looks like a lot more than a little bit.” She stared at the straining bulge inside my pants. The seams were about to burst open, even more so with her appreciative glance.

  “Got that right.” I felt smug as shit as I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to the hotel.

  I was less than thrilled with the jackass in the monkey suit at the reception desk.

  If the dude in the ugly maroon jacket with the “Hi, My Name is Ed” nametag didn’t stop staring at Ashe’s tits, he was gonna make real good friends with my fists. Then we could call him “Dead Ed”. Lucky for him, he handed over the room key at the same time Ashe drove her hand into my back pocket to grab my ass.

  Better.

  The pimply teenager valet-dude offered to take my two bags up on the wheely cart—probably looking for another fifty tip.

  “I got this one, braw. But good effort. I like it.”

  He grinned at me.

  While we waited for the elevator, Ashe narrowed her eyes at me. “So you’re really a big softie.”

  I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms, and stared at her through lowered eyelashes. A smile curled my lips. “Not sure who you’re callin’ soft.”

  Her gaze darted to the obvious hard formation of my cock.

  “My bad.” She tucked her pretty red lip between her teeth.

  The elevator dinged, the door opened, and I grabbed her hand to pull her inside. “About to be very bad.”

  As soon as the doors closed us inside the empty car, I hit the stop button. Ashe’s eyes flared silver and wide when I cornered her. I dragged my hands through the blonde hair she’d streaked in flirtatious pink, gripping it at the base of her neck. With one yank, I bared her throat. Her breasts swelled against my chest, and I bent to suckle the long column of her neck.

  “Your goatee tickles.” She shivered.

  “Good or bad?”

  She rubbed my short whiskers with her hand. “Good.”

  I sucked her skin hard, making sure to leave a mark on her neck. “Just good?”

  “Really good!” Her voice rose. “Ahhh, really, really good.”

  “Just wait until you feel it against your cunt,” I whispered in her ear.

  Ashe rolled her hips forward to hit mine. She dug her fingers into my ass.

  I cupped my hand against her mound. Her heat invaded my skin but too much goddamn fabric was in my way to do her right.

  “Fuck. Why aren’t you wearing a skirt?”

  “Don’t do skirts.”

  I ripped open the buttons on her pants and slid my fingers inside. A soft little trail of curls led to her plump wet lips.

  Nice.

  “A skirt would be easier.” Slipping two fingers into her tight heat, I grinded the heel of my palm against her clit.

  I banged Ashe hard and fast, and she rode my hand until her wetness spread to my knuckles. Her pussy clamped down. Her gray eyes opened wide—turbulent and dark. As I twisted my fingers she came so hard I almost blew inside my leathers.

  She whimpered softly, clinging to me, and her low purring voice was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Sure as hell I’d never imagined tough girl Officer Kingston to be a soft touch. A few moments later—semi-recovered, a whole lot disheveled—she didn’t disappoint. Ashe prodded me back.

  After adjusting her pants and patting her shirt back in place, she grinned. “So the rumors are true.”

  “What rumors?” I adjusted my leathers, too. She may have gotten her release, but I was real damn close to ripping my pants open and pushing her to her knees so I could find mine in her sassy mouth.

  “You talk like a barbarian and fuck like a rock star.”

  “We ain’t fucked yet.” Hitting the stop button a second time, I sent the elevator in motion.

  Ashe rolled her hips as she strolled to me. She walked her fingertips down the center of my chest and landed on the long hard rod of my cock. “But we’re about to.”

  The elevator chimed just when I was about to slide her hand inside the heat of my leathers.

  “This is my floor,” I gritted out.

  “What are you waiting for? You’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

  Grabbing Ashe’s hand as the doors opened, I lowered my voice. “No problem with that. Get your fine ass moving before I really go barbarian on you.”

  “You want to pull my hair, Brodie?”

  I tangled my hands in the soft pink-streaked strands and hauled her up to my mouth. “Pull it while I fuck you on all fours, twist it in my hands as you suck my cock. Somethin’ like that.”

  The gray of her irises disappeared behind big black dilated rings.

  I didn’t kiss her though. I released her hair and hauled her out of the elevator after me. In the muted lighting of the plush hallway, I got my bearings and guided her forward.

  On second thought . . . “Walk in front of me.”

  She swished her head. “Why?”

  “I wanna watch your ass.”

  Ashe gasped, but she complied with my request. I guessed my roughness turned her on, because she moved in front of me with an extra sexy hip roll from side to side. She was slim, sleek, and built for riding rough and fast, better than any motorcycle known to man.

  We navigated the hushed nighttime corridors. I had half a mind to bend her over right there. The straps of her thong peeked out on her hips and at the heart of her ass—white lace and so hot. Nasty, naughty, and nothing like I’d ever expected Officer Kingston to be.

  I was so fucked.

  “Room number?” she asked. “And don’t you dare say sixty-nine.”

  With a sense of humor. I was so very fucked indeed.

  She continued to walk until I clasped her hip. “You missed the mark, darlin’. We’re back here.”

  “I’ll make sure I don’t miss the mark once we’re inside.”

  And my cock went thump-thump.

  I keyed the door open and ushered her in before me. After it closed, I leaned against the wall.

  “Want a drink or somethin’?”

  “Or somethin’.” A dimple appeared in her cheek, and Ashe tossed her hair back. She sauntered toward me, using that swish-sway roll to her hips. She stopped before she made contact. “I want a drink of you. God, I wish I had my handcuffs, I’d lock you up to the bed and fuck you every way I want.”

  The back of my head hit the wall. I grunted as a pure shot of arousal thundered to my cock. “You don’t need to handcuff me to do that.”

  “What do I need to do to get you naked for me, handsome? Huh?” She rose to her tiptoes, whispering against my ear, “Do I need to kiss you? Strip for you?” Her hips swiveled against me, hitting me just so, just right. “Do I need to . . . tell you I can’t wait to suck your cock until you come in my mouth.”

  I shoved my thigh between her legs. Grabbing her hips, I rode her up and down the muscled length. “Just need to ask.”

  Her neck arched with her moan. “Take your off clothes. All of them. Now.”

  “Strip search?” I lifted an eyebrow as she danced away from my clutching hands.

  “Something like that.”

  Jesus Christ. Ashe risked her life for a living, road a bike like a Hell’s Bitch, and carried a gun almost every day. For the first time I was out of my depths, being dragged under, and completely fucking drowning in a woman who gave as good as she got.

  Not for long. Brodie Steele had something to prove to Officer Ashe Kingston.

  “Let’s take this to the lounge,” I found my voice.

  “I tho
ught you’d never ask.” On the way down the short hall, she pulled her mini-shirt up and off.

  I stopped dead in my tracks. Her back sinuously curved to the indent of her waist, and from there her hips swelled. Ashe may have been small, but she had the classic hourglass figure.

  She turned with a tilt to her lips. “Coming?”

  Almost.

  In the lounge, she stood in front of the two-seater couch. In profile, her tits swelled beneath the arms she held over her body, blocking a complete view of the creamy mounds and hiding her nipples. What I did see of her was enough to make me grab my cock at the base and choke it.

  The inked flowers on her midriff curled over her ribs to her back in bright orange and leafy green. The tat twined up to the bottom of one tit. I couldn’t wait to taste all of her. And I really wanted to see her nipples, suck them, make her come from my mouth at her breasts alone.

  She started to crouch.

  “Stop,” I ordered, moving in front of her.

  Ashe dropped her arms from her chest. Her full breasts bounced. Perfect nipples topped them, pale pink, gumdrop hard. “I thought I was giving the orders here.”

  “Oh, babe, you definitely are. But I don’t want you on your knees until I undress for you.”

  She lifted her chin in challenge. “I’m waiting.”

  I chuckled. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

  Ashe slipped onto the sofa. She spread her thighs, and I stepped between them. When her arms lifted to my waist, her cleavage deepened, and I saw stars.

  “Hands off,” I said.

  Resting against the back of the couch, she laid her palms on her thighs. Her nipples deepened in color as she tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth.

  I popped the button on my black leathers and spread the zipper half an inch.

  Ashe moaned.

  I dropped my Presidents of Retribution cut to the chair next to me and then rolled my T-shirt up my body, inch by slow inch. After throwing it to the floor, I gazed at Ashe.

  “Jesus, Brodie.” She clenched her hands between her legs.

  “Good thing?”

  “Yeah. Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “I want to touch you.”

  “Have at it.” I steeled myself. “Above the waist.”

  Her lips hit me first, right on my abs. I sucked in a breath and shouted her name. She stroked her hands up my arms with her face resting on the rippling muscles of my stomach.

  “How many tats do you have? They’re incredible.”

  I’d lost count. The grunge skull and snakes on the backs of my hands trailed to Oriental serpents and dragons all the way up my arms.

  “Dunno, Ashe.”

  She rose to suck the center of my chest and then followed the fine line of curly blond hair to my navel. My head fell back as I dragged in ragged breaths.

  “Turn around.” Her gritty command hit me with another punch to my constrained cock.

  Facing away from her, I let my arms hang loose, but the muscles along my back and shoulders bunched. They leaped inside my skin when she touched me with light fingertips and the trailing tip of her tongue down the center of my spine.

  “No back piece?” she asked.

  “Disappointed?” I glanced behind at her.

  “Not at all. I just thought—”

  “Boom and I got the sleeves for Cat.” Turning to her, I saw a shadow race across her face.

  The trace of pain was quickly replaced by a heated stare. Ashe tucked two fingers inside my barely opened leathers, jerking me forward.

  “Tats down here?”

  “Just the piercings,” I grunted, bucking my hips.

  Her hand curled around my shaft, and she squeezed my rigid erection inside my pants. “Why?”

  “Because it feels fucking amazing when a hot broad gives me head.” A bead of sweat ran down my temple. I shook my hair from my eyes so I could peer down at her. “Because as soon as I thrust my dick inside you, you’re gonna scream my name.”

  “Wanna bet on that?”

  “Bet your ass I do.”

  “You want my ass, too?”

  “I want every goddamn part of you.”

  She pressed back onto the couch. She cupped her bare tits, those full, soft-looking swells topped by dimes of pink areolae. “Take off the leathers. Slowly.”

  “Fuck, babe. Want me to shoot in my pants?”

  “No. I want you to save it for my mouth.”

  Another shudder zinged through me. Staring into her eyes, I dared her to drop her gaze to my hands as I unzipped, slowly. I reached inside and pushed my hand down the long length of my cock inside the tight pants.

  Her eyes dipped, following the action.

  “Want to see my cock?”

  Silence, for once. Just a fast nod of her head.

  My dick ached. I slipped the pants down my legs and off, shucking my boots and socks along the way. When I stood, Ashe’s mouth gaped open.

  Freed, my cock slapped my stomach. Trails of precome dribbled from the pierced head down to the fist I curled at the base. A tightly clipped nest of pubic hair surrounded my thick cock, and my balls hung low.

  I ran my hand up my shaft, over the frenulum ladder, the throbbing veins, to the crown, which swelled a deep red. My Prince Albert ring and ball pierced through the head, and the slit of my cock was slick, too.

  “Like the hardware?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You can get on your knees now.”

  Ashe slipped down in front of me. Her breath heated my thighs. She ran her hands up my legs until they dug into my thighs so she could spread me open.

  “I’m taking charge of this, just so you know.” She tugged my balls down until they stretched tight.

  I dipped my knees, intent on her touch and nothing else. “Be disappointed if you didn’t.”

  As soon as her tongue wandered lazily up my cock from root to tip, I shouted.

  Her eyes glinted up at me. “Going to come so soon?”

  “Not a chance.” I clenched my muscles, pointed my cock at her open lips, and waited for her to take the bait.

  Before she took me inside her mouth, she smoothed both flattened palms up the sides of my cock as her tongue tickled the straight barbell frenny piercings on my undercarriage. She teased every ridge of my dick. I was so hard my cock laid vertically against my stomach.

  Her hot breath blew across the tufts of hair surrounding the large base of my shaft. She nuzzled me there like a kitten, lapping the pubes. She coated my cock in saliva from her mouth and precome from the dripping tip.

  I clasped her neck in my hands, bending over to watch every move she made.

  Ashe smiled up at me, dipped her pinky finger into my slit, then sucked the latest pearl of precome into her mouth. She thumbed rings around the broad ridge of my head, making it even more engorged.

  My stomach curled and crunched.

  Finally, she lowered her lips onto me. A kiss, that was all she gave me.

  “Fuck! Ashe. Please.”

  She pulled back, smiled at me, and slapped my dick against her cheek. Strands of come and saliva made trails on her face, but she just laughed while my knees buckled. I imagined coming all over her body, covering her with my seed from head to toe, painting her pussy and her breasts with hot creamy come.

  Finally bobbing me down her throat, she held still. A shout rasped from me. Her tongue snaked out to my balls. I beat my head back, a jolt of heat bursting just behind my nads. My balls drew up, but Ashe lifted off my cock and popped me out of her mouth.

  Deliriously, I watched as her tongue performed figure eights around my balls before she hunted lower. Her tongue rapped my taint. Spikes of heat bolted up my spine.

  Straddling her upturned face, I brushed my heavy sac against her moist lips. “Wanna suck them?”

  Ashe jolted against me. Her lips opened and I dipped my balls into her mouth. She slurped them into the hot cavern, lashing with her tongue, pulling me tighter between her lips. My cock rose above her face
, huge and hard. At last she steered back to my aching length. My toes curled into the carpet like my fingers into her hair, holding her against me. I shook my cock over her mouth until her tongue leaped out to touch me, and she mewled. Then I sank inside, bending half over her.

  She took me to the brink a hundred times. Her tits bouncing against my thighs, she swallowed me up and down. She kept me hard and begging for half an hour. At last—when sweat dripped down my chest and strands of saliva hung off my deep red cock—she pushed me onto the sofa and stayed on the floor between my legs.

  “Fuck my tits and come, Brodie.”

  She wrapped her breasts around my dick, and spit down my shaft. Her smooth slippery slopes hugged my cock. Leaning over, I grasped her neck, pulled her lips to mine, and kissed the fucking hell out of her.

  The next thing I knew, her tits moved up and down me. Her mouth opened every time my cockhead made an appearance. She sucked the head and bit at my cock ring when the hard engorged tip shoved above her sweltering breasts.

  “How does it feel?”

  Ugh! Fucking seriously?

  “Ashe.” I smoothed the hair off her cheeks then grabbed two handfuls. “Feels like goddamn heaven and hell all wrapped into one.”

  She ran her tongue up the underside of my cock, over the laddered piercings to the barbell at the head she twirled and nipped and tugged.

  “You want to come now?”

  “Fuuuck. I wanted to come five hours ago. Please, baby.”

  Ashe arched back as she continued to hold her tits around me. She pulled her nipples and undulated, a fierce expression on her face as she cried out my name. She came because of my cock between her tits.

  Instant orgasm.

  My cock expanded, leaving me dazed and dizzy.

  Gasping in the wake of her orgasm, Ashe removed her tits and replaced them with her lips. “Come on me. Come in my mouth.”

  Yeah.

  I took one last deep breath. The next one never came out. She aimed my cock at her face, and I unloaded from the depths of my balls. My head knocked back, a deep groan released from my throat. I convulsed over and over in her hand as she jerked me to the last drop she caught on her tongue and swilled around.

  Dropping back to the couch, I hauled Ashe on top of me.

  We still had some serious fucking to do but I smoothed my hands down her back. “What the hell was that?”