Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 (6 page)

“And now?” she gasped.

“Still can’t stand the sight of you. Can’t you tell?” I thrust all the way inside of her.

Blow

I LOUNGED AROUND THE bed the next morning after I’d rushed out to snag some decent coffee before Ashe woke. She grabbed a shower, and as the sound of it filtered from the bathroom I heard her singing a soft tune. I didn’t even try to figure out the words, more intent on conjuring a fantasy about what she looked like naked, blushing pink, and dripping with suds.

When she exited the bathroom, she wore one of my shirts, and I bet not another damn stitch underneath. Her boobs definitely bounced freely as she sauntered into the suite. My soft flannel shirt minus the sleeves hung on her, not that the woman was skinny. No, her body was taut and tight all over, especially her pussy. She had perfect tits and delicious little nipples.

If I could keep her barefoot and . . . no, not pregnant.
Jesus Christ
.

Aaand
, time for a cold shower and maybe a dose of reality, too. I swooped down for a kiss as I passed her on my way to the vacated bathroom. She gave a startled gasp.
Nice
. I kept on walking to the sound of her wolf whistle. Guess she liked my ass.

After a quick rub-a-dub, a tidy of my goatee with the razor, and the tooth-brushing thing, I left the bathroom. I rubbed my hair dry with a towel then tossed it over the door to the lounge. Ashe gave me some kind of look when I wandered around the room, buck-ass naked, looking for some clothes.

She stopped zipping her boots to stare.

“What?”

Her gaze zoomed in on my erect cock, which just made me harder.

Fact
.

“Oh, that.” I ran a hand through my damp hair and chuckled. “Told ya why last night.”

“Yes, but you’re not in bed with me now.”

“Easily fixed.” I pounced on her and tackled her to the mattress.

She squealed and struggled beneath me.

Futile
.

“
Now
I’m in bed with a beautiful woman.” Leaning over her, I grinned.

She stopped trying to wriggle away. I ran one arm beneath her neck and lifted her head. Ashe’s sigh melted against my lips before her tongue swirled into my mouth. The kiss was slow, dangerous in its intensity. It went deeper, lasted longer than I’d meant it to.

When our lips eased apart, our gazes remained locked together. I backed off her with my palms skimming down her body from her shoulders, over her breasts and hips, and from her legs.

“You took off my shirt.” I frowned. She’d changed into her cut-off one from the night before.

Ashe reclined on her elbows. “Did you want me to wear it?”

“Yeah.” Shit. I really did.

“Okay. I will.”

I grunted in response, but pleased warmth filled me.

“But you have to put something on too, you know?” she added.

“I don’t think me ridin’ down the strip with my dick waving like a flag would be much of a crowd pleaser.” I searched my bag for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

“I beg to differ about that.” Her voice lowered to a husky tone.

At this rate I’d never lose my erection.

I dragged on my clothes and boots. She took off her top and replaced it with mine. The flannel looked a million times better on her, especially when she tied the tails a little above the curve of her waist, and unbuttoned it a bit farther down her chest.

“S’pose you want breakfast now,” I said.

Grabbing my towel from the door, she twisted it. With a menacing expression, she stalked to me. I didn’t even bother getting away. She whipped out the towel, snapping me on the ass. I caught the end and towed her to me.

“Was that a no to breakfast?” I asked.

“Actually, I need to at least change my pants.” She peered up at me.

“Your hotel?” I all but invited myself along.

“Come on.”

I grabbed my room key, chained my wallet to my belt loop, stuffed my phone in my pocket, and made sure to stay a step behind Ashe as we left.

“You’re walking a little
stiffly
,” I mentioned as we approached the elevators.

She spun around and kept walking. “You’re one to talk.”

She was right. I hadn’t stopped boning for her yet.

I stayed on her tail all the way to her hotel, which I noted was also not a Motel 6.

“Just a quick pit stop,” she assured me as she let me into her room.

“Right. You forget I have a sister.” I prepared to pace her room while I waited a good solid hour. Maybe I’d break out the Candy Crush.

Ten minutes later, Ashe reappeared. I’d timed that shit. She was faster at getting ready than any woman I’d ever known. Didn’t cover her face in ten tons of shit, either. ’Course, she didn’t need makeup. She was beautiful just the way she was.

“Holy crap. You’re done?” Color me fucking flabbergasted.

“Told you.”

“What’d you actually do in there?”

She blushed as she stood in front of me, fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt.

“Oh. You shaved your legs for me, didn’t you?”

“Broderick Steele! That is not a polite thing to say!”

“Right. Because ordering me to come in your mouth is polite conversation.” Her gray eyes lit with anger. I grabbed her hand, brought it to my mouth, and brushed my lips and soft goatee over her fingertips. “Besides, your legs? Sexy, smooth, goddamn incredible, and I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me again.”

She rolled her eyes but looked appeased. Good thing I’d grown up with Cat. Sometimes I knew how to smooth things over with a chick.

“Breakfast now?” I kissed the fingers of her other hand. “Because you fucked an appetite into me, and I’m starving.”

“Gotta keep your strength up?” she asked with a teasing lilt.

I opened the door for her, letting her scoot past. “Bet you want donuts, don’t you?”

“Ass,” she shot back at me as we left her room.

“Yup. You were the one whistling at it earlier.”

We didn’t do donuts but a big breakfast with eggs, bacon, juice, toast, the works. Ashe ate like she fucked—full of gusto. My phone rang as I placed bills on the table for the check and tip.

It was Tuck—apparently my social secretary and stand-in father figure—with a reminder.

I ended the call, scooped up Ashe’s hand. I helped her out of the booth, tunneling my fingers through her loose hair.

“I gotta meet my guys for the charity run. Wanna ride with me?”

“Want me to?”

“Oh yeah.”

****

We met up with my dudes at the starting line for the Bike Week poker run. Police and firemen had cleared the main drag for the duration of the event, which had been organized to raise funds for the Pediatric Oncology Unit at MUSC Children’s Hospital in Charleston. The roadside was packed with spectators, supporters,
families, friends, and hell of a lot of bikers.

Tuck took one look at Ashe’s badass Triumph and deemed her worthy of joining us. He held out his big meaty hand to clasp hers. “Been keepin’ him in line, Officer Kingston?”

“Call me Ashe. And yes, I’ve been keeping a very close eye on
Broderick
.” She suppressed a grin, but the others sure as fuck didn’t bother.

I raised my eyebrows at her and scratched a hand along my jaw.

While the others yucked it up at my expense, I bent toward her ear. “Payback’s a bitch, ya know?”

“As long as it happens in bed, I’m down with it.”

Yep. Say hello to my brand new boner.

“I’m Handsome.” The tall dude angled toward her as he sat with his lanky legs straddling his Chopper.
“
Hey, I think you arrested me once.”

“Twice.”
Ashe winked as she shook his hand. I didn’t know how the hell she could tell. Per usual, Handsome’s features were seventy-five percent covered by thick hanks of dark brown hair.

“She’s a real live wire,” Tuck murmured to me.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I said before turning to Tail. He came forward with his regulation wanna-piece-of-this swagger. “This is Tail.” I introduced him to Ashe.

She took in the cocky smile, the dark green eyes, the long black hair held off his face by two thin braids. “As in pin the tail on the—”

“Jackass.” Tuck chuckled.

“Hardly.” Tail made sure his bicep flexed into a hard hill of muscle as he brought Ashe’s hand to his lips.

Jackass is right
.

“Because I score as much tail as Brodie here.” Tail swooped in for the kill.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled.

Ashe pulled her hand back. “Relax, Brodie. I certainly never pegged you for a monk.”

She wasn’t the least bit jealous. That bugged me. Not that I dug bunny boiler broads but . . . “Doesn’t exactly mean I’m a manslut either,” I complained.

Handsome fake-coughed, “Liar.”

“Knock it off, assholes.” I dragged Ashe to my side with my arm around her waist.

“I’d like to knock one up with her.” Tail wouldn’t let it go. We’d never busted up because of a woman before, but there was a first time for everything.

Gripped by a sudden spurt of jealousy, I grabbed his vest and pulled him to my face. “I said shut the fuck up before I fuck you up.”

“All right already.” Tail held up his hands and backed off when I turned him loose.

I didn’t dare look at Ashe. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never been jealous over a broad before.

Thankfully, Probie showed at that exact moment to cut through the WTFucking-Fuck atmosphere.

Squinting at him, I pondered for a moment and then shook my head. “Nah. Sorry. Still don’t remember your name.”

“Yeah, I think he’s called Probie, right?” Tail let me know we were all good by joining in on my joke—except I really didn’t know the kid’s name.

Probie straightened his leather vest. “You guys are such dicks. It’s Coletrane.” He gave his attention to Ashe. “You can call me Cole. Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“
Oooh
. Manners.” Handsome razzed.

“Oh, look,” I said, pointing at Probie’s face. “He grew some stubble. Wanna borrow Ashe’s Lady Schick later?”

Both Ashe and Probie glared at me. Probie didn’t scare me. Ashe? Maybe.

Handsome jerked the boy away by his collar, and I called out after him, “You’re still cleaning the crappers when we get back.”

Ashe fell into conversation with Handsome and Tail, probably ignoring me. I was cool with that since I’d made my claim clear, and I’d get to her later, super smooth legs and all.

“Knocked boots?” Tuck muttered to me so no one else could hear.

“More like knocked the bed through the wall.”

“
Sooo
?”

“So nothing. We made a pact.”

“I love you, kid. But it don’t take a genius to see this is gonna bite you in the ass.” He rumpled my hair like I was five instead of twenty-nine.

No shit this is gonna bite me in the ass.

I watched Ashe easily talking shit with my crew.
I liked her. The fact was it wasn’t just the sex, although the sex was insta-wood material. She was funny, sexy, sassy. She had a mouth on her. I liked it even more when she had it on me.

Thank Christ the ride was about to begin, cutting in on my musings that were bound to tie me in knots. Thinking, not a recommended daily activity.

I saddled up at the head of my dudes with Ashe right beside me revving her engine. The gun went off, and we roared along the oceanfront with a couple hundred thousand other bikers. A beautiful May day. The hot sun. The blue sky. Not a care in the world besides doing something good, giving something back. The sound of all those powerful motorcycles echoed the surf, mirroring the freewheeling feeling inside me. Everyone was on their best behavior, cleaned up, totally sober.

At least for a few hours.

Due to the sheer overwhelming numbers of riders, the checkpoints to get our cards punched for the poker run were staggered and spread out. After a two-hour ride filled with festivities and laughter, the charity run ended right on Surfside Beach. Not a damn one of us had a decent poker hand, but none of us cared when the winners were announced and we weren’t among the names called. I looked around with a grin at the gleaming metal and pipes lined up and down the road as far as the eye could see—the motorcycles formed their own majestic ocean that glittered as brightly as the Atlantic beneath the rays of the sun.

The money raising part done, now it was carnival time. Not one with broads and burlesque and beer kegs, but a kid’s carnival for the awe-inspiring children we’d come out to support.

Man, Bike Week had outdone itself. The sandy stretch of beach and boardwalk teemed with rides more likely seen in the Kid’s Zone at the Coastal Carolina Fair. Ferris Wheels, mini roller coasters, funhouses, clowns, stilt walkers, and everyone’s favorite—fried fair food.