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

I watched the game, waiting for my turn. I rolled my neck and grinded my teeth and cracked my knuckles every time another and another guy talked to Ashe. Sure as shit I wasn’t interested in any of the ladies who approached me while I idled by the pool table. Eeny, Meany, Miney,
Oh, Hell no.

Ashe wiped the table clean. She nodded at me to start a new game. I broke, hitting a solid into the pocket. Our group hung out, hooked up, split off. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from Ashe.

Every time she leaned over to hit her mark I was treated to more than an eyeful of her bouncy ample breasts. A thin bead of sweat streaked down her cleavage about the time my cock burbled out another drop of precome.

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked as she stood up and her nipples did, too, after she banked and pocketed her ball.

“No. Does it look like I am?”

Christ, no.
That was the problem. Ashe looked ready for a long, hard, loud fuck, like she’d said.

She racked up because I was too slack-jawed to do anything but think about how fast I could get her across my Harley, into my room, and onto my hard cock.

Tuck and Tail and Handsome headed to the hotel with Probie and probably myriad women in tow, but I couldn’t leave until I made sure Ashe was safely tucked in bed.

Riiiight.

She won again. She rounded the table, pool cue in hand. “If the answer’s no, why are you still hanging around? You’re alone after two dozen chicks probably begged you to take them to bed.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Is the good officer jealous?”

“Back atcha. You just scared off all my prospects for the night.”

Challenge laid down. Challenge accepted.

Grabbing Ashe’s stick, I ran it lightly up and down the seam of her pants. She grabbed my belt, her fingertips slipping beneath to my skin. Arching against the rod of wood between her thighs, she moaned. I felt the heat coming off her and wondered just how soaking wet she was. I placed the cue on the table and jerked her against me.

“How many guys did you have your eyes on? One? Two?”

“Just you.”

Yes.
I wanted to plant my mark on her, in her, right there. Make her mine. But I couldn’t afford to show any weakness with her.

“Is that why you always act like such a bitch around me?” I fisted her hair in a tight grip, watching her lips part with a hungry gasp. “You just wanted to go for a ride on my cock all these years?”

“Maybe. Doesn’t explain why you’ve been such an asshole though.”

“Wench,” I hoarsely whispered, drawing my mouth down her neck.

Ashe wriggled her hand into my leathers. Her eyes widened in surprise just before mine rolled back possibly never to be seen again. Her fingers tickled the long thick underside of my cock. Her moan was half-mewl, half-
holy fuck
. She fondled my frenny ladder that led all the way up to the Prince Albert piercing through the head of my cock.

She bit her lip then asked, “Steel?”

“You know it.”

“Jesus, Brodie.” Her tone turned needy.

I clasped her wrist and pulled her hand from my pants. “It’s a deal. You. Me. Bike Week only.”

Bang

I HUSTLED ASHE OUT of the roadhouse as fast as I could. I kept my arm around her waist, securing her to my side, because she’d gotten a little too much attention during her Bucking Chopper ride from the booze-swilling crowd of bikers looking for a road hummer. Her sleek bare belly was moist beneath my palm, and her shirt rode up nearly to the undersides of her breasts. Definitely not a professional look for Miss Mt. Pleasant PD.

Ashe’s wild streak was an incredible turn-on. In the space of three hours, I’d gone from wanting to kill her to needing to fuck her fast and hard, preferably all night long.

Locating my Harley, I sat down and pulled her between my legs. My gaze lifting to hers, I rasped my thumbs across the tightened nipples concealed by her top.

She hummed for me then, and it was a sound halfway between sweet and hungry.

“No uniform?” I asked.

“Week off. Why? Would you rather I had a nightstick and a pair of handcuffs?”

“I’d rather get my hands on this pair of tits.” I cupped the soft mounds, and she gasped. “Still not sure this is a good idea though.”

“Well, you probably shouldn’t grope me when you say shit like that, Brodie.”

“Can’t help it.” Leaning up, I sucked the silky length of her neck. “Think you put a spell on me.”

“Is a magic carpet ride included in that spell? Because I don’t do public sex, you know, police officer and all.”

“Damn. You’re still the same ballbuster.” I released my grip, and grinned against the corner of her mouth.

“The one and only.” Ashe briefly slid her hand over my crotch. “Promise not to bust your balls. Too much.”

My erection throbbed. The piercings rasped against my leathers. My neck craned back as lust hit me full and fast, but I kept my eyes on her.

“Wanna ride with me?” I asked.

“I’ll follow you.”

“Don’t trust me yet?”

“Honey, I always have a backup plan.”

Hmmph
. “I better not be the backup.”

“You’re first choice, Brodie.” Ashe’s husky voice dripped over me like honey.

“Better be.” I buckled my helmet beneath my chin. “Marina Inn, Amalfi Place.”

“Not Motel 6?” Ashe’s fair eyebrows arched at the mention of the swanky hotel.

“Hey, I’m not just roughshod, babe. I can do smooth too.”

I saddled my bike. It was a Harley Cross Bones with custom ape hangers and blacked-out chrome. In short, my motorcycle was bad to the bone. I gunned it to life, and waited for Ashe to ride up beside me. The roar of pipes filled my ears, and when I glanced aside I almost shot a jizz-load in my pants.

Holy motherfucking fuck.

Ashe’s ride was none other than a Triumph Street Triple. She eased beside me with a shit-eating grin and another rumble from her pipes. The motorcycle was edgy, modern, and sexy as hell . . . just like her.
A bold bike for a ballsy woman.

“Got a thing about size?” I asked. Her engine rivaling mine as we waited at the red light, the all-black Triumph screamed tank girl.

“I’ll let you know later.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, babe.” I smirked. “Except eating my fumes.”

“We’ll see about that.”

We raced down the strip toward Surfside Beach, and then along the oceanside hotels.

At the last light before the Marina Inn, Ashe’s bike purred beside mine.

“Still think you can take me?” she asked.

“Take you to heaven and back all night long.” I winked.

“Maybe I’m the one having second thoughts now.” She gripped her throttle. Her Triumph peeled on the pavement. “I’ve already got what I need between my legs.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you into me?”

“Haven’t figured that out yet.”

I’d help Ashe figure it out in approximately five minutes. Her boots wouldn’t hit the pavement before she moaned my name.

The light turned green and I sped off. I glanced back with a laugh to see her screeching after me.

Christ. I haven’t felt like this in forever.

In the parking lot, we idled in the circular drive in front of the lobby. The valet dude came out, took one look at our bikes, and his mouth gaped open.

“Get a scratch on any of our hardware, and you’re coffin-bound,” I threatened.

He turned pale. “Uh . . . um . . . I don’t think I can drive those,” he stuttered. He looked all of fifteen.

“Just fuckin’ with ya, my man. Mind takin’ my bags inside?” I unbuckled my backpacks and handed them over while the boy stared slack-jawed at my helmet, my tats, and the solid silver rings on my fingers.

He didn’t drop my shit or drop a load in his pants, so I gave him a big tip.

After he carried my stuff into the lobby, Ashe laughed. “You are evil, Brodie.”

“Little bit.”

We found a nice side-by-side spot for our bikes, and I slid off mine. Before Ashe got off her bitchin’ black Triumph, I grasped her face between my palms. Leaning down, I sealed my mouth to hers. Warm, soft, and pliable, her lips opened at my lick. A deep tangle of tongues trailed from her mouth into mine, and we made out in the parking lot for good long while.

I unclasped her helmet as I took another slow taste of her mouth. Sleek and soft, wet and hot, Ashe met me with strong lunges of her own. Her head slanted beneath my fingertips. The new angle and hot dart of her tongue made me delirious.

She gripped my arms, spread her thighs, and hooked her boots behind my legs.

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.