Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3

by Rie Warren

  I strode up behind her. I’d only seen the side of her face, and I wanted the full frontal. As I slipped against her, one hand running across the soft skin of her belly, I glimpsed her closed eyes, her smiling lips, and the almost orgasmic look on her face.

  She melted against me. We started to move together, my hips against her perfect, ripe ass. Heat coiled between us and her smile grew into a grin.

  Brushing her hair aside, I lowered my lips to her ear. “You ride?”

  “A bike and a cock, baby. But I’m choosy.” She grinded against my dick and brought her hands to my thighs, gripping the hard muscles.

  “You said you don’t dance!” Jerry appeared with a screech.

  Shit, the other honey. She was as bad as Nick’s harpies at Stone’s wedding, the handful I’d plucked up and taken to a bar—thereby missing the entire reception—just to get them off his back.

  My dancing babe turned in my arms to glare at Jerry. “Do you mind? You’re harshing my mellow mood.”

  That voice. That face. And where the hell had that body come from?

  My mouth dropped open. Jerry shrieked off to the pool tables. The woman in my embrace went completely still as the music continued to spill around us.

  Oh, fuck no.

  I dropped my hands like she was on fire and about to burn me to ash.

  “You!” She stepped back.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I rubbed one palm down my jaw as I stared at Officer motherfucking Ashe goddamn Kingston.

  The woman I’d hated for years. The beauty I’d just decided to bag and bang for the night. It was the principle of the thing that pissed me off. I was here to get my rocks off, not get a badge shoved in my face. She probably had a crusade against Retribution, come to think of it.

  Officer Ashe Kingston also knew the entire sick history about me, Cat, my folks. I didn’t like anyone outside my club to know the real raw deal.

  “Bike Week, Brodie. Just like you. If you don’t mind, I’ll get back to it.” Ashe started moving away, her hips swinging in a challenge I wasn’t about to back away from.

  She’d always gotten under my skin in places that made me uncomfortable. Suddenly she was even deeper. She’d been soft and warm and slinky against me. She’d wanted me as much as I did her. The contact high still revved through my body.

  I whipped her back with a hand wrapped around her waist. “So you think you can just turn this off?”

  “What?” She looked up at me. I saw how big her silvery gray eyes were for the first time.

  How to put it politely? This was my cock practically shredding through my leathers because she was so hot to me I couldn’t even see any other broad in the place. For a second it didn’t matter how much bad blood brewed between us. But I’d never admit that out loud.

  “Nothing,” I muttered.

  Fuck.

  Bad start to a good week.

  I stalked away. Tuck and Tail hind-legged it after me.

  “Was that who I think it was?” Tail drawled.

  “Yep.”

  “So?”

  “So we pretend she isn’t here, and I didn’t just hump her on the dance floor.” I took a long drink of beer then shook my bottle at them. “And we never mention it again, especially not around Boomer.”

  An hour later, Ashe was on the Mechanical Chopper. She handled it like she knew exactly what she was doing. Her thighs gripped. Her upper body relaxed. Her head tossed back in ecstasy. She drew a drooling bunch of dickheads to her. They were probably thinking the same thing as me: Christ, the things I bet she can do in bed.

  Whoa, hoss.

  Before I knew it, I was back at the bar. I left holding two longnecks in my hands. Approaching Ashe was a really bad idea, but I almost didn’t care. No Jerry or Cherry or wannabe Harley Momma was gonna cut it for me.

  “Brought you a beer,” I said as Ashe hopped off the bucking chopper. I’d had to charge through a salivating crowd of men to reach her. “Dance?”

  Ashe accepted the drink and took a swallow. I watched every move from her naturally red lips to her neck bobbing like it would when she took my dick down her throat. Instead of answering, she looped her arms around my shoulders.

  I placed my hands just above her ass where the leather stretched tight and heat emanated from her skin. She felt good. She didn’t flap her gums. She moved like sin.

  “I figured you’d probably ignore me for the rest of the week.” Ashe’s hips rocked against my combustible erection.

  “Tried that.”

  She pulled back. “For a whole hour?” Her eyes shined with amusement.

  “It’s a well-known fact we hate each other.” My thigh sliding between hers gave lie to that notion.

  “Baby, if you think I hate you, you must really think I rock when I like someone.” She anchored the seam of her pants against my solid thigh, riding me up and down.

  I gripped her hips to move her harder against me. “Ashe, this is not a good idea.”

  “It’s Bike Week. We’re not supposed to be good.” She leaned up to lick my earlobe. “We’re supposed to be bad.”

  “Christ,” I ground out.

  “I’m not looking for a good boy to bring home to Momma if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “What if I’ve had enough of your shrew tongue?”

  “Then you'll never find out what else I can do with my tongue, will you?” Her hot mouth drifted to the corner of my lips as my brain cells went kaboom, and my cock did a touchdown dance. “What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Just you and me, for one week only. When we get back to Mount Pleasant—no contact, no phone calls, no issues.”

  “No way.” I clenched her closer. “I prefer anonymous hook-ups.”

  “I’m sorry, did you say hookers? You know that’s an illegal offense, right?”

  “But you’re not on duty.”

  “That’s right. So the offer still stands.”

  “Why?”

  “I may be a cop, Brodie, but I’m still a woman.”

  No shit.

  I’d never seen Officer Kingston out of uniform. And she was waaay out of uniform here. Jesus. I’d also never seen the policewoman be anything but professional to a T. Now she was fucking with my head and just about fucking herself to climax on my leg. I could clearly see she was all-woman, stacked in all the right places. Something in me reacted to her like never before. Mainly, my cock.

  “And I think you’re hot.” With her arms wound around my neck, she rose to her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, “You’re raw and dangerous.” Her fingers tugged my hair with the right amount of force, sending a jolt of excitement to my dick. “I bet you look damn good naked. And I figure you know how to fuck long and hard.”

  Goddamn if I didn’t shudder and groan.

  “I’ll show you an illegal offense, Officer PD Law.” I scooped my hands under her half-shirt to feel the bottom of her breasts. They were heavy in my palms. She twisted further against my caress.

  “I don’t think you have the balls to follow through,” she dared.

  I’d never backed away from a challenge before. But fuck my bike, this was Ashe motherfucking Kingston. The woman I held a deep grudge against. “You arrested my sister!”

  “Mind taking your hands off my tits when you yell at me?”

  I dropped back a step.

  She leaned up in my face. “I probably changed her life.”

  “And ruined the rest of ours at the same time.”

  Ashe paled. “That’s not fair and you know it.” Her words were strong, but her voice weak.

  “Shit. SHIT.” I shook my head at the floor, backing off. “I’m sorry.”

  Before she could reply, I strode away. I hit the can. After taking a piss, I checked on my bike outside. I wasted some more time pacing the parking lot with a cig clamped between my teeth. Maybe it was my own guilt, my own blame eating me up inside. If I’d paid closer attention to Cat, I could’ve stopped her before she went full-blown addict o
n us. If I’d been driving our folks that night, maybe I could’ve avoided the accident that killed them.

  Staring out at the night, the stars all but obliterated by the bright flashy Myrtle Beach lights, I lifted my half-smoked cig. The red ember burned at the end like my heart did. I felt half-finished, undone. I’d wanted to start fresh this year. Cat had done it. So had Nick. Stone and Leelee were expecting a new baby soon. I had Boomer—fuckin’ A—and I didn’t really want to grow old with him.

  But Ashe? She was one of those risks I’d sworn off. The life and death kind. I could already feel it in my bones.

  I stamped out my cigarette butt. I sat on my bike and thought about bailing on the rest of the night.

  There were plenty of other men interested in Ashe. Let one of them take her for a ride. I didn’t have to go back inside. I didn’t have to see her again.

  But I wanted to.

  There was a pool game in action when I joined my tribe. Ashe held a cue, lifting eyes to mine that were less sparkly when she saw me. For a moment my heart did the wrecking ball thing in my chest. But I didn’t need anyone’s pity or sympathy. What was done was done. At least Cat had survived.

  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.”

  Chapter Two

  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 havin
g 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.