Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 (34 page)

“You did not just say that.” Ashe stomped her high-heeled boot, glaring at me.

I stroked my chin and looked her up and down. “Yeah. Think I did.”

****

I couldn’t pay Amber the babysitter fast enough when we got home. At the door she yadda yadda’d about what Cara had eaten, the games they’d played, shit TV they’d watched. Meanwhile I curled my fingers around the silky fabric of Ashe’s panties she’d pushed into my pocket while I drove us home.

As soon as I locked the door behind Amber, I hunted Ashe down.

She stood beside the couch, arms crossed. “You called me a harridan.” She tried to look mean, but it just wasn’t working. The woman had already taken off her panties for me, so it wasn’t like she was going to withhold sex.

“Did I? My bad. I meant more like horny vixen.” I stalked her.
Vixen
suited her perfectly. I’d gotten that word from one of Nick’s books.

“You can’t talk your way out of this.” Ashe raced away from me.

I gave chase. She was fast, but my legs were longer. I caught her in the hallway and spun her to me. “Don’t intend to talk my way out of anything. More like fuck my way out of it. Into you.”

“You going to be my very own MC Wildman tonight?”

“That what you want, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” I did away with the rest of her clothes. “You hot for me? Is that why you snuck your panties into my pocket?”

“Brodie!”

I sank two fingers inside her pussy as she sinfully twisted between the wall and me. With wet suction, I drew my fingers out. I slid them up her body, circling her pert nipples with the slickness.

“How’s about we fuck?” I asked.

“Are you going to undress?”

In answer I slid my belt from my pants. I doubled the leather length and slapped it against my palm once, twice, three times.

Ashe’s eyes darkened in response.

I dragged off my shirt, nudged off my boots and socks, and dropped my jeans. The wide leather belt still hung from one of my hands.

“What are you going to do, Brodie?”

“You.” I prodded her to the staircase and bent her over the first step. “But don’t you worry. Not gonna hurt you.”

In this position, Ashe faced away from me. Her hands braced her up on the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder at me as I took in the sight of her naked body. Gleaming pussy, low-hanging tits, arched back, full ass. All for the taking.

I slung my belt between her legs and pulled up on both ends. She jerked upright and grabbed onto the banister.

“Wanna go for a ride?” The leather strip was firmly wedged against her pussy lips.

“Oh fuck yes,” Ashe moaned, rotating her hips.

“That’s it. Fuck it. Use it.” My cock stood stiff and thick against my stomach as I sawed the soft leather between her thighs from one end of the belt to the other.

The metal belt buckle slapped lightly against her clit, and she threw her head back.

“You really like metal, don’t you?” I gently tapped her again with the buckle.

“Yes!”

“What kind?” I pulled back slightly so I could watch her writhe.

She thrust her hips back and forth, gasping for breath. “Steele.”

I started a steady beat on her clit with the buckle, each slap a solid wet
thwap
. “C’mon. You can do better than that.”

“Brodie Steele.
Oh GOD!
” she shouted as I tapped the metal against her bud with firmer pressure. “Oh my fucking God,” she lowered her voice. “Oh fuck, Brodie. Cara will wake up.”

“Bull-sheet. She sleeps with her earbuds in.” I went back to rubbing the length of the belt along her wet pussy.

“Wha-a-a-t?” The belt riding against Ashe’s swollen clit and between her engorged lips must’ve felt amazing because her whole body shuddered, and she could barely speak.

“Oh yeah. Turns out we can be as loud as we want. But don’t worry, I make sure to take her earbuds out when I get your OJ at night.”

“Brodie . . .” Ashe sighed.

I began working the belt faster between her slippery cunt lips, jerking harder so it practically pounded against her clit. “Know what we’re gonna get up to tonight?”

She shook her head back and forth, body tense.

“Hot sex, hard sex, that’s what we’re up to . . .” I pulled back and forth, taking Ashe on one long wet naughty ride.

“Oh my God.”

“Gonna take you to heaven ten times tonight.”

“I don’t think I can—” she whimpered, but she didn’t finish because she came with a shout of my name.

“And that’s number one.” Dropping the belt, I caught her against me.

I was so turned on I was tempted to bend her over and bang her right there as soon as she stopped crying out with gasping breaths.

I held it just barely together, ordering in a tight voice, “Now swivel that ass and walk upstairs, and I promise I won’t make you come again until we’re in the bedroom.”

She looked back over her shoulder as I gathered our clothes. Her come-hither glance was all I needed to rush after her.

By the time I gave Ashe her ninth orgasm, she was a sweaty sexy trembling mess. I had her sitting on the chair in our room, her legs spread over the armrests. I’d never seen her pussy more ripe, her nipples more pink, her clit peeking out of the little hood as I guided the tip of my cock around it. The ball on my Prince Albert teased the tender hot bud of flesh.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “No condom?” I still asked every time.

Ashe shook her head.

Kneeling there in front of her, I speared inside her sweet, snug body. There was nothing on earth like going bare with Ashe. Sex was even more intense. Her wet grip on my cock even tighter. The sensation so mind-blowing, I wanted to stay buried deep inside forever. Until the urge to thrust grew too great.

Ashe’s back arched. Her tits hit my chest. Her legs curled over my waist. “Oh God. Please fuck me, Brodie.”

Without withdrawing, I rolled my hips to hit her just right. She muffled a scream against my shoulder. With my hands on her waist, I pushed her off of my cock, slowly retreating then filling her again. I’d already come twice, once in her mouth and once on her tits. The bedroom smelled like sex and come and Ashe’s heady perfume.

I didn’t think I could take much more this time. Heat sizzled down my spine, landing in my balls and shooting up to the head of my cock. My strokes became harder. I rose to my feet, pulled her down more in the chair and slammed into her from above. She gripped my back and ass, rising up against me.

Our mouths met, tongues coiling, harsh breaths sounding like roars in my ears. Maybe that was the blood in my body, engorging my cock to full capacity.

With a few more pistons inside her I crushed Ashe to me and came so hard I shook from head to toe. Quietly groaning her name over and over, I emptied myself into her only to be surrounded by her heat and her moans and her grasping clutching motions.

I pulled her with me to the floor, still sheathed inside her. I gave a couple more pumps, and she gasped. I couldn’t seem to stop. When my hips slowed, I brought her face to mine. I kissed her everywhere—her neck, her eyelids, the soft bow above her pretty lips.

“Love you so much, Ashe.”

She burrowed against me, laughing weakly. “Love you too.”

“Not sure I can move though.”

“I know I can’t.”

With a grunt, I rose to my feet, tucking her slight weight around me. I lowered her to the bed then tidied her up. She’d started snoring softly. God, I loved that sound. The little huffs that meant she slept peacefully.

I checked on Cara after hauling on some sweats, a bit concerned because we hadn’t exactly turned down the volume of our lovemaking. She slept with her mouth wide open in a small puddle of drool. I tried not to laugh as I slipped the earbuds out of her ears and turned off the music.

I padded through the house toward the kitchen, stopping at the fireplace in the living room. A new photograph joined the old ones. Boomer had taken it at a picnic a couple weeks ago. In the picture I stood between Ashe and Cara. The photo of the three of us on a bright sunny day, hugging and laughing, did something to me. I looked like I could be Cara’s dad, and it wasn’t just the fact all three of us had blond hair. It was something in the casual way we fit, like any other family.

****

In the earliest hours of the morning, Ashe woke up. I watched as she patted the bed beside her. She sat up with a start when she saw me sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Why are you dressed?” she asked, her voice sleep-husky.

“Something I want to talk about.” I’d woken half an hour earlier, had a shower, trimmed my goatee, put on some clean clothes.

“I should get dressed too then.” She began to get up.

“No.” I pushed her back onto the bed, my gaze wandering over her. She looked delicious, radiant. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks pink, a few wrinkles on the side of her face from the pillowcase creases. “You really shouldn’t get dressed. Ever, if I had my way.”

“Then what—”

“
Shh
.” I quieted her, my fingertip against her lips. “You might want to come over here and sit on the side of the bed though.”

I stood and she slipped into my place, tucking the sheet beneath her arms. Blonde hair tumbled to her shoulders. She looked like an angel except for the small frown marring her brow.

“I’m getting a little worried here, Brodie.”

“No need.” I smiled down at her. “I think it’s time we did something about this whole spinster status you’ve got goin’ on here though.”

“Broderick Steele!”

I lowered to both my knees in front of her and got a lot more serious. “Pursuing you came with some serious risks.”

She opened her mouth, to protest no doubt.

“
Uh unh
. Hear me out, Ashe.”

She clamped her lips shut.

“I didn’t want to get involved. I didn’t even want to like you.” I’d thought about what to say a million times, but maybe I should’ve run it past Cat first, get a woman’s perspective.

Ashe rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

I slowly shifted to one knee, and understanding dawned in her eyes as they grew huge.

“The thing is, I didn’t plan on falling in love with you. But how could I not?” My voice came out gruffer with each word. “Funny and gorgeous. Fearless and protective. You’re an amazing mom, and damn, Ashe, when you gave me your heart and your love . . . I’m the luckiest man in the world. And I’d risk everything all over again to be with you.”

She started shaking her head. Her reaction almost made me falter, but I reached into my pocket. My heart banged in my chest, and my fingers shook as I held the diamond ring in the palm of my hand.

“I’m asking you to be my wife, because there’s nothing I want more than to be your husband.”

Her lips trembling, she looked from the engagement ring to my eyes and back again.

“I thought about giving you my mom’s ring. Decided not to. This is yours. I chose it for you. I want everything new, everything fresh with you, everything you’ve already given me . . . I hope for so much more for years to come.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and I swallowed roughly.

“Think you could give me an answer before my heart breaks, Ashe?”

She nodded her head, a smile bursting over her lips.

“That a yes?” I asked, hopeful, so fucking hopeful.

“Yes! Absolutely yes!”

“Hold out your hand for me, babe?”

Her free hand flew to her mouth as I slid the diamond home on her ring finger. My smile was uncontainable, and I reared up, pulling her to me.

“Fuck. You make me so happy, Ashe. Never thought I’d be this happy.” My voice cracked. “Thank you.”

More tears trailed down her cheeks. I cradled her face in my palms, kissing her softly. She wound her arms around my neck, the sheet dropping to her waist.

Flush against me, she murmured, “I love you, Brodie. Love you so much.”

Our kisses grew insistent, our tongues meeting, our lips slippery and wet. I gripped her bottom, anxious to rip the sheet all the way off.

“Be inside me. I want you in me,” Ashe whispered hoarsely against my mouth.

Her hands moved to the buttons of my jeans. My cock was hard as an iron pole. I wanted nothing more than to plunge into her wet heat, but I broke our wild kiss.

“Wait,” I said.

“What? Why?”

“One other person we need to wake up to tell the good news.”

Ashe peered down at her bare breasts, and I did, too. I rubbed my knuckles over her pebbled nipples, and she thrust them into my hands.

Unable to draw away, I slowly leaned over her, drawing her lips to mine.

“Cara?” she asked as I nibbled down the length of her neck, well on my way to sucking her nipples into my mouth.