Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 (18 page)

My blood boiled to a million degrees, no thanks to my so-called brethren or the new chick on the block.

“Check it,” Tail whispered.

His and Handsome’s heads tilted to the left. I leaned to the left with them, for a better view of Ashe’s backside. Then I cuffed Asshole number one and Asshole number two on the back of their skulls, hoping their eyes would pop out of their heads.

Tuck rolled up. “
Problema
?” he asked.

“
De nada
. But I’m starting a new shitlist where assholes leering at Ashe are concerned.”

“I’ll keep my bowie knife sharpened and ready.”

“Tell that to Tail and Handsome,” I said.

At the edge of the ring of dancing revelers, I stopped to watch. Ashe moved her body with such sinful ease she nearly destroyed the last of my restraint. I strode around the perimeter for a better vantage point, watching as JJ got passed around, practically air-diving from arm to arm as Josh swore under his breath.

Even with the sun setting, it was still a million degrees and getting hotter with each one of Ashe’s dance moves.
Screw it
. I shucked my shoes and socks, ditched the jacket, undid the impossible tie. I rolled up my sleeves and loosened a couple buttons on my shirt. Ashe had her back to me, and I approached, the soft silty sand underfoot.

She swiveled around and, seeing me advancing, crooked her finger at me with a roll of her shoulders. I caught her around the waist, drawing her to me. Her high heels were long gone, the straps of her dress falling off her shoulders. Her hands slipped around my back and we moved together, her head thrown back and my lips all too happy to take advantage of the bare expanse of her neck.

“I’m feelin’ a little hot.” I tugged on Ashe’s hair, releasing the simple arrangement to bounce in a blonde cascade to her shoulders.

She licked her lips, the same pink as her dress.

“I think we need to cool off.” I lifted her legs around my waist and held her firmly by the butt.

She laughed, “Brodie, don’t you dare!”

I raced across the sand and straight into the starry water. The ocean was bath-warm and salty. Fresh. A wave crashed against me, and I rocked against Ashe. Her eyes were moon-lit, amazing. I tumbled backward, submerging us in the water, Ashe still wrapped around me.

When I breached the surface, she smashed her lips to mine with a hungry moan. “Insane man,” she gasped.

Those were the only words she got out because I devoured her mouth. I wanted to devour her entire body then and there, but that was impossible. Her dress, my suit, not to mention a huge bunch of people on the beach, some I was related to. Not ideal.

Speaking of, Ashe’s wet dress.
Holy shit
. The material clung to her hips, waist, and the tips of her breasts. Dripping soaking wet did a million more things to the pretty pink dress that I didn’t really want anyone else to see.
Holy shit.
And it
really
did something hard and very visible to my cock through my drenched pants.

I carried Ashe from the surf, holding her curled against my chest. I grabbed my jacket from Boomer, draping it around Ashe. I waved as I headed up the dunes to the parking lot, snagging her shoes on the way.

Whistles and claps were sent after us, and Ashe tossed her hair back, laughing against the base of my throat where her breath fluttered.

“Brodie!” She squealed my name and kicked her legs when she realized I wasn’t stopping. “We can’t just blow off your sister’s wedding reception.”

“More like a glorified beach party. I should know. I helped plan it. Besides we were there for the important stuff.”

“But I wanted cake.”

“Buy you one tomorrow. Right now I want you.” I tightened my hold on her.

“You can’t simply caveman me out of here.” Ashe wriggled some more, coming into contact with my dangerously hard cock.

“Watch me. I’m not having you around all those goons in a nipple-popping wet dress.” Giving her ass a good squeeze, I said, “I’m keeping this all to myself.”

“You’re the one who threw me into the water in the first place. Maybe you should pay the consequences.”

“Fully intend to. In my bed.” If we made it that far.

Tough Love

I MULTITASKED WHILE I juggled Ashe in one arm and dug my cell phone out of my jacket pocket. I punched a contact and waited for Boomer to pick up.

“Yep,” he said.

“Just wanna make sure you won’t be home tonight.”

Ashe started kissing and licking my neck. Fuck, it really tickled without any whiskers, my shaved skin ultra sensitive. My dick tried to fight its way out of my pants and into her body.

“I’m bunking at the MC. Someone I want to keep my eye on there,” Boomer answered.

“That’s all I need to know.” I tossed my phone through the open window of my Chevy, opened the door, and stowed Ashe inside.

Before I shut her in, I leaned over to brush my mouth against hers, plunging my tongue to swirl inside her wet heat.

When I got in the driver’s side she turned to me. “We’re getting the seats wet.”

“You can take off your dress right now if you want.” I grinned in what had to be an absolutely unwholesome way.

Ashe sat back with a shaky laugh. She was flustered. She was almost never flustered. I really liked it.

I put the truck in gear, and we roared out of the parking lot. I probably left tire marks on the tar. Ashe and I sped along Isle of Palms toward Sullivan’s Island wrapped in a bubble of sexual tension so tight it was close to bursting.

Not a single word was said because the next thing to come out of my mouth would be, “Clothes. Off. Now.”

I held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. I usually drove the way any good country boy did, with one wrist used to steer. Not tonight. Not when
Ashe fidgeted next to me, plucking at the top of her dress. It quickly suctioned back to her breasts. Not helping, but oh so sexy. Pornographic sexy.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into my driveway. I helped Ashe out, grabbed her bags, and ushered her to the big front porch.

“This is your house? And I thought you said mine was fancy. You’ve got a river view from here, Brodie.”

Gas lanterns on either side of the cheery red door blazed. The porch swing sat still since the sweltering night was absent of any breeze. Tremendous hanging baskets flowered like crazy.

“Parents’ house. Well, it used to be. Let’s not talk about that now.” After I set her bags down, I fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it up her thighs. “Take it off.”

“Brodie, no. We’re standing on your porch,” Ashe protested.

“I’ll cut off the lights.”

“Public indecency.”

“Arrest me already.”

I shut the lights off, and heard the wet slap of her dress hit the porch floor. I dropped my suit—what was left of it—where I stood. My belt buckle made a clanging noise, and Ashe’s breath hitched. There was a whisper of something light floating to the floor—her bra and panties.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness. Ashe stood before me, her glorious curves illuminated by moonlight. I touched a puckered nipple then circled it with my thumb. With my other hand, I gave a long slow stroke up my swollen cock.

When she whimpered, I moved fast. I pushed her against the door face first, caging her with my body from behind.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

I sent my lips over her shoulder and up to her ear. “
Oh my God, Brodie
. Say it.”

“I . . . I can’t!”

“Wrong words.” I stepped back to drag my pulsing cock up and down her ass. “Know where I am right now?”

“Oh my God, Brodie!” Her voice quivered.

I caught her earlobe between my teeth then let it go. Holding her hips against me, I ran my dick up and down her cleft several times, loving the curves of her ass nice and snug around me. “Better. Now, open the door so we can go inside. Unless you
want
us to get arrested.”

I gathered our clothes and her bags then swung the door shut behind us. Twatson and Shitlock immediately came slinking into the foyer.

“Cats? You guys have cats?” Ashe blinked down at the furballs rubbing against our legs.

“Tell you about them later.” Picking her up, I started upstairs.

There was a lot of kissing going on. I lost my footing once and stumbled, but no way in hell would I drop her. We hit the wall in the hallway, and I let her slide down my body, groaning at the feel of her against me, still a little damp from the ocean.

Cupping the back of her head, I took her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it like candy. She grabbed my ass and rubbed my calf with the sole of her foot as I grunted and grinded against her.

I tugged her away from the wall and into my room where I flipped on a low light. Ashe looked around; I looked at her. Swollen lips and flushed cheeks, a little bit of pink on her tits and tummy from rubbing against me. Nipples hard and rosy.

“Boyhood room?” she asked.

“
Mmm
.”

“Tasteful.” Ashe winked at me. Naked. In my bedroom.

“Sorry to disappoint. No posters of half-dressed babes on top of sports cars.”

“Just me?”

“Just you.” I reached for her, but she dashed away on those killer legs and jumped onto my bed.

My cock was so hard it was vertical against my abs and didn’t even bounce as I approached the foot of the bed. Getting on her hands and knees, Ashe crawled toward me. Her breasts dangled, and the look in her greedy gray eyes was all about wicked intentions.

As soon as my legs hit the bed, she bent over a little more, lifting her delicious ass into the air. I really was going to fuck her ass, someday soon. And she’d love it. But now, it looked like I was about to get blown.

Ashe started at my thighs, kissing her way up to my groin. When her nose brushed against my balls, she stopped to nuzzle the twin pouches then rub against them with her cheek. Gathering her damp hair in my hands, I watched her every move. She began on my other leg, giving the same treatment. Then her tongue came out to play. She licked each of the frenny piercings, smiling up at me because she knew exactly what she was doing. Making me certifiably insane.

At the Prince Albert, she stuck the tip of her tongue through the hoop and wiggled it around. Several drops of precome pushed out of my slit, and she closed her lips over the head of my cock to catch them with a low growl.

“Your cock is big, Brodie.” She slid the bottom of her blowjob lips between her teeth. “Thick and hard. I think I could come just looking at it. Thinking about it. Wanting it in my mouth and in my pussy.”

“I think I could come on your face if you keep saying shit like that, woman.”

“
Mm hmm
.” She went back to my dick, her gaze never leaving mine.

She used one hand to stroke me in a reverse grip and laid her lips on the side of my cock, lewdly sucking up and down before starting on the other side. After a long last lick right up the center, she pulled my dick down and let it butt against her mouth. Then she swallowed me inside. As she sucked me—always with an extra tongue bath to the engorged head of my cock—she made sure to catch my piercings on her teeth, dragging them lightly against the metal because she knew that shit made me mental.

I tightened my hands in her hair and pulled her faster, deeper. She moaned in her throat and her eyes fluttered closed. It felt so good. I couldn’t stop groaning. When I popped out of her mouth, she opened to take me back inside, but I stopped her.

“My turn,” I bit out.

Moving onto the bed, I lowered her to her back amid the pillows. I arranged her how I wanted: arms high, back arched, legs wide. I kissed her lips in long luscious tongue-delving thrusts, lips that had turned a deeper pink from sucking my cock.

Trailing lower, I paid attention to all my favorite spots. Beneath her ears, because it made her sigh. In the center of her collarbone, because she moaned higher. Underneath both of her breasts where the skin was the softest, and then I licked around both mounds circling toward the center on one side and the other until I finally latched onto a tight peak.

That was when she breathed out my name with one single word,
please
.

I drew the other tip tight between my fingers before pulling on the nipple in my mouth with long deep draws of my tongue and nibbles of my teeth. I finally reached down her belly, finding her pussy. I spread her open with two fingers, and positioned my hard heavy cock against her, not to enter her but to ride against her.

I loved how my piercings made Ashe savage. She writhed, dragging her short nails down my back. I kept sucking her nipples as I fucked the outside of her pussy, my piercings running up and down her cunt, over and around her clit. She wet the underside of my shaft with her luscious juices.

Before I really went to town on her, there was one other thing I wanted to do.

“Brodie?” Ashe looked up with glazed eyes as I straddled her abdomen.

I couldn’t stop staring at her tits. Nice firm globes, and they were wet all over from my mouth. Tapping my cock against them, I watched them shake.

“
Ohhh!
”

Oh yeah.

Circling my hips, I stuttered the cock piercings across her nipples, watching them get harder and turn redder as she moaned continuously. When I’d worked up enough precome, I slipped my dick between her tits.

“Yes!” Ashe shouted.

Goddamn yes
.

I started a long slow stroking motion inside that tight cushiony hold. Ashe reached for her breasts and cupped them around me. That was when my head fell back and my hips sped faster, but I kept watching. My cock snuggled inside her tits, thrusting in, hitting her parted lips. Ashe bucked her hips behind me. She needed something inside to clench down on. She wanted cock. My cock.

Instead I twisted her nipples and rolled my hips slower before backing up. I dragged my dick over her belly, along her tattooed flowers and lightly down the center of her cunt. Settling on my stomach with my face between her legs, I petted the pretty little strip of blonde hair. As I blew a warm stream of breath on her pussy, she flared before me, sleek and open.

I gave long licks up her center with a suck on her clit at the end. She tasted a little salty from the ocean—fresh and summery. Slick, and my licking just made her wetter. I moved my whole mouth over her, slurping and groaning. On each pass I pressed my tongue deeper inside her cunt only to drag it out and up between her lips.

When I grabbed her clit in my mouth and rolled it in slow circles on my tongue, Ashe pushed onto my face. I eased two fingers inside her, groaning as she clamped onto the invasion. She yelled my name, raking her nails across my shoulders. She came hard and long and loud. I only let her quivering clit go when she fell back to the bed. Her hips pushed up and her back arched. She wasn’t done, not by a long shot.

Ashe was half fucked out of her mind, still undulating in ongoing orgasm. All her barricades down, she was ripe to make her mine. I just needed one thing, which was in her damn monstrosity of a handbag at the bottom of the stairs.

Taking the steps at a run with a painfully hard erection made me think twice about my course of actions, but I wanted Ashe just as I’d left her: open and vulnerable. Not weak, never that, but hungry enough to accept another rise in the relationship stakes. I grabbed our discarded clothes—more wet than dry—her handbag, and limped-sprinted back upstairs.

In my bedroom, I grabbed a condom, my chosen tool of torture from her bag, and walked to the bed. Ashe’s eyes were little more than slits showing beneath lowered eyelashes. I snapped on the rubber, hissing as my fingers came into contact with the rod of hard flesh and the notches of my piercings.

Ashe mewled when I stretched out on top of her. She was out of control sexy, her mouth parted, still moaning, and working one finger inside herself as she waited for me to fill her.

Gripping her wrist, I pulled her free hand to the headboard and made fast work before she came out of the orgasmic haze.

“What are you—?” She heard the clank of metal before she opened her eyes and craned her neck to see what I’d done.

Too late. I already had one cuff on, and her other hand was next. No way out of this if she tried.

“Brodie. No!”

“Yes, Ashe. You let me into your life just enough to keep me hooked not enough to make it permanent in any way whatsoever. I want everything.” My voice rumbled from my chest. “I want to be in your life, in your house, and in your heart. And if you don’t admit something huge is going on between us besides fucking and dating, next time I’ll handcuff you
to me
.”

Her fingers grasped the metal rings tethering her to my bed. Next I’d damn well tether her to my cock. She watched with wide eyes as I rose up above her and tapped the head of my dick against her clit. It was a wet solid slap of a sound.

“Do you want me, Ashe?”

She didn’t answer but she bit her lip, and I knew she was dying to cry out. So I thumped her wet pussy with my straining cock again. “Do you want me in your life, Ashe?”