Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 (11 page)

Ashe shook beneath me.

With her legs pressed so high my whole cock slid along the length of her hugging pussy lips. I grabbed my dick in one hand, driving harder against her, and the wet slick sound of our flesh rolled into the air.

She grabbed my shoulders. “Please, please!”

“Tell me you missed me.” I poised above her, my cock pointed down at her entrance.

She threw her head back and her hips up as much as she could.

“Tell me,” I snarled, forcing her back down. “You missed me for more than just this cock.” I slapped it against her wet cunt three times.

“Yes! Christ yes, Brodie, Imissedyoupleasefuckmepleasepleaseplease!”

Good enough.

Rising above Ashe, I looked down at her as I aimed my cock. The only part of me that made contact with her body was my cock drilling into her with a wet slippery slide until I filled her to the limits.

Her howl meshed with my shout.

And it went on and on. I rose up and then bottomed out one inch at a time. She came the first time within a few strokes, trembling beneath me, convulsing all over. When her legs started quivering, I pulled all the way out, sat back and brought her into my lap. She hurried to get my cock inside again, sighing when I stretched her from this new position.

We sat in the middle of her bed, breast to chest. Stuffed full of my dick, Ashe folded her long legs around my back, and I held her to me as I pushed inside with short hard thrusts.

Ashe grabbed my hair and dragged our mouths together. Long licking lunges of our tongues matched the long slow lunges of my cock as I lifted her up and down with my hands cupped beneath her ass.

“Slow ride, baby,” I gasped when she tried to fuck me faster.

I wet my thumb, pressed my hand between our bodies, and found her clit. I gave Ashe that extra nudge over the edge, pulling her ponytail so her head whipped back at the last minute.

She arched with a cry, coming again.

Lowering her down, I couldn’t wait any longer. I jackhammered into her as she clamped around me, wailing. My skin on fire, my vision blurred, my balls practically contracted inside my shaft. I stiffened all over and reared up with a scorching sensation shooting through my cock until it lashed out of my dick in long endless spurts.

I roared through it all.

Afterward, when I remembered that thing called breathing, I flopped beside Ashe and pulled her to me.

“Good thing I’m a cop.” She placed her thigh over mine and rested her head under my chin.

“Why’s that?”

“Otherwise my neighbors would be calling the police after that racket.”

I pinched her ass. “Your fault.”

“Not entirely.”

Unable to stop touching her, I drew my hands up and down her spine before settling on her abdomen.
Mmm.
The tattoos. I wasn’t done with those yet. I rolled Ashe to her back and swooped down.

“Tiger lilies.” I licked the petals of one orange flower.

Ashe gasped, “What?”

“Found out what these flowers are. Perfect for you.” I gave her one last lick before returning to her side.

We snoozed for a bit and when we woke it was sunset. A glowing purple-red one that bathed her bedroom in soft, hazy colors. Ashe stretched as she stood from the bed. She padded to her closet, and I lounged on top of the covers, enjoying the warmth and the scent of our sex. She returned, pulling a sundress over her head. It was white, nearly sheer, very pretty.

I really liked that, but . . . “You said you don’t wear skirts.”

“Technically not a skirt. It’s a dress.” She flipped the thigh-high hem with a smile. “And I meant when I’m on my bike.”

“
Hmm
.” I rubbed a finger across my lips. “I like it.”

When I got up, Ashe stared at me. I stretched, too, all my muscles contracting. Fuck me, but I felt awesome. I sauntered up to her and lifted her chin. Sliding my fingers through her hair—finally loosened from the ponytail—I held her still for my slow, deep, drugging kiss.

Her tongue played with mine, and her hands settled on my back, pulling me closer until my cock rubbed against the white material of her dress.

I broke away with a soft groan. Then I swatted her on the ass and asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Brodie! You pig. Did you forget which one of us carries the gun around here?”

“Nope. I think it’s hot.” Then I remembered her gunshot wounds and reconsidered with a deep frown. “Long as you don’t get shot at again. That fucking flips me out.”

Her eyes flickered to mine before she looked away. A feeling of intense protectiveness over Ashe made a new home in my gut.

She tossed me my jeans. “I suppose if I have to feed you, you better put on some clothes.”

“Really?”

****

I helped Ashe make dinner, of course. All I ended up doing was some slicing and dicing, but I wasn’t a total waster. The pasta dish was really good, and I told her so after I dug in.

“Fresh shrimp?” I asked.

Her bare foot hooked behind my calf as she sat across from me. “Shem Creek.”

“You know your foot’s gonna have to reach a lot higher to find what you want, Ashe.”

She chuckled and withdrew her leg.

Bummer
.

We devoured the food and drank a bottle of white wine. She was surprised I knew it was Chenin Blanc. Like I was a total blockhead.

“You know, I’m more than just an MC guy.”

Ashe reached across the table, placing her hand on top of mine. “I know. I saw you with Wyatt, remember?”

I nodded.

“You are a really good man, Brodie. Much more than I’d ever imagined.”

“Oh? You imagined me before?”

“We already went over this. High school crush.” She pushed her chair back, in a hurry to drop the conversation.

“And you said you could work me out of your system in one week.” I grabbed her hand as she darted away from the table.

“I lied.”

“Did ya now?”

She nodded.

“You don’t look too happy about that, Ashe. But let me tell you, I’m real happy to be here with you.”

“You are? But I’m kind of a bitch.” She shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t help it and one of the skinny straps on her sundress fell to her upper arm.

“Sexy bitch,” I murmured. “By the way, I’m stayin’ tonight.” No ifs, ands, or buts.

“Brodie. I don’t think . . .”

“Good. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Best idea you’ve come up with yet.” I hauled her into my lap.

She slapped at my hands, halfheartedly resisting.

“Can’t help it. I’m a touchy-feely kinda guy.” Nuzzling and nipping her neck, I chuckled when she squealed.

“Never would’ve guessed that.”

“Never would’ve guessed a lot of things about me.” I lifted her in my arms and carried her upstairs. “I’ll do the dishes later. Bed. Now.”

After I set her down in her bedroom, she began to unzip the back of her dress.

I stopped her. “Leave it on.” I yanked the straps down and pulled the top until her tits tumbled out like ripe fruit. “Bed.”

I followed right after Ashe, only pushing my jeans to my thighs so my cock thumped against my stomach. Sitting against the headboard, I snapped on a condom and held my dick primed.

“Straddle me. Hold your dress up to your waist so I can watch your pussy take me, baby.”

The hot wet slip of her tight channel over me caused my vision to kaleidoscope. I only let her ride for a few slow thrusts before I guided her off me. I kicked away my jeans, and rolled her to her side. I caressed her breasts, the wetness between her legs, the slope of her back. Aligning with her white-hot heat from behind, I entered her. A slow deep stretch with Ashe’s butt against my groin and her tits in my hands.

And we fucked like that for an hour, the heat and smell and long wet kisses driving us higher. Slow . . . long . . . slippery . . . torturous. When she finally broke apart in my arms, I followed straight after. Always with my lips on hers, my arms clenched tight around her, my hips rolling into her.

I got up in the middle of the night and loaded her dishwasher like I said I would. I wasn’t a fucking slouch.

As soon as I was done, I made my way back upstairs and into Ashe’s bed. She breathed my name when I pulled her against me again. Normally I wasn’t into the snuggle all night thing, but she felt so damn good, I wanted this shit on repeat.

What got me up and at ’em me the next day was something, someone, shoving at me and shouting. I blinked, going from deep REM to waking in a split second. I caught myself just before I was unceremoniously rolled out of bed and onto the floor.

I jacked up to sitting and stared at a possessed-looking, still naked Ashe. Shit, she could give Nick’s crazy characters a run for their money.

“What the fuck, Ashe?”

She rose from the bed and opened the door. Again, completely fucking buck-ass naked. She looked absolutely stunning, and more than half deranged as she pointed at me. “You have to go, Brodie.”

I tried to shake the sleep fuzzies from my head. “Huh?”

“Out! You need to go.”

“Why?” I kicked off the sheet and did an all over jaw-popping stretch.

Ashe’s jaw popped open, too.

“What’s your new hang-up today?” I raked my fingers through my hair and winked at Ashe as she did the guppy routine.

“It’s ten o’clock. I overslept. You need to leave right now.” She finally hinged her jaw back in place.

“And why?” I lazily stifled a yawn.

“I just . . . you just need to go.”

Something scratched at the back of my head, like nails dragged down a chalkboard. “Tell me you’re not married,” I said flatly.

“No, of course not. I’m just . . .”

“You’re just what? Out for an easy ride with the bad boy when and where you want it?” My good morning happies took a nosedive.

Her eyes turned cold gray and her mouth snapped shut. “I’m not doing this with you, Brodie.”

“That’s not what you said last night. Three times in fact.”

She threw my jeans at me, and they splatted against my chest before I caught them in my hands. “This is only going to work if it’s NSA between you and me.”

I pulled on my clothes, pushed my feet into my boots . . . and where the fuck was my vest? Oh yeah, half shoved under the bed. Because Ashe tore it off me last night.

“What if that’s not what I want?” I scowled.

“Then we’re done.”

“So be it.” I slipped past Ashe and into the hall. I hit the stairs without a backward glance. “See ya ’round.”

Or not.

****

Several days later, I still reeled from my kicked-to-the-curb status. No-strings-attached-Ashe pissed me off. She wouldn’t let me take her out to dinner or on a date now that we were back in the real world. She offered a non-relationship made up entirely of sex with no emotional hang ups whatsoever. Every MC brother’s wettest dream unless he wanted to settle down.

Screw that.

Loping down the porch of Boomer’s and my house, I hit the pavement on foot instead of going by motorcycle. The June heat clung to me, a hot moist mist that slowed my steps as I ambled along Pitt Street in the Old Village. Damn, I loved summer in Charleston. Maybe I’d get my surfboard out tomorrow, ride the waves at dawn.

Dogs yapped. They also crapped on the sidewalk, but the good citizens of Mt. Pleasant dutifully plastic-bagged the turds. On a happier note, gardens on either side of the road burst with flowers, and yep. Lookie there. Tiger lilies front and center in more than one courtyard.

Doors were thrown open—the midsummer neighborly feel alive and well.

I strode along toward the Old Village Post House restaurant with its white clapboard and black plantation shutters. I stopped and lifted my eyes as a pair of big boots almost butted mine.

It was Josh Stone and his lady, Leelee. Wow. She looked good. But I knew better than to ogle that shit if I wanted to keep my peepers in my head. Josh was known to throw a punch—he and Nick had gone a round with Boomer and me last year. Still, it was impossible to ignore Leelee’s big smile, her bright green eyes, the long loose strawberry red curls. And it was for sure beyond my capabilities to miss the huge swell of her belly.

Josh and I bumped knuckles.

“’Z’up?” I asked.

“Takin’ my woman to dinner.” His large hand caressed the mound of her belly, and damn if she didn’t glow.

“Where’s the runt?”

“JJ? He’s at my ma’s tonight.”

“And tomorrow night.” Leelee twined her fingers into Josh’s short hair at the back of his neck, and he slanted hooded eyes at her.

“Yeah,” he grunted. A wolfish grin split his lips.

Bet he had a dirty weekend planned, after he took care of his woman’s appetite. Good guy, made of all the best things. Rough and rumble on the outside, but you just had to watch him with his son and his wife to know he was all bark because he took care of his people first and foremost.