Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3

by Rie Warren

  “I like to be in control.”

  “I gathered.” Did I ever. “My turn next.”

  “Suits me fine.”

  Her mouth tasted of my come when I coiled my tongue inside. “I think my head just exploded.”

  “Yeah, it did. In my mouth.”

  “Jesus, Ashe.”

  “What? Just because I’m a police officer doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”

  “No shit.” She was my off-duty hottie.

  I manhandled her off the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist and her tits brushing against my chest. I held her ass in my hands, pushing my fingertips beneath the lacy thong strap peeking out at the sides of her pants.

  “Where we going?” She darted her tongue along the cords of my neck.

  “Bed.”

  “Good answer.”

  “Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ genius.”

  My cock slid against the heat of her leather-clad pussy with every step I took. Whaddya know? I was hard again, just like that.

  Ashe laughed when my hands slipped on her butt.

  “Shuddup,” I murmured. “Leather is slippery.”

  “So’s my pussy.”

  And with that, I knew we weren’t making it to the bed. Guess what? There was a perfectly good low dresser just inside the bedroom. Better yet? A big ass mirror hung right in front of it.

  Sliding Ashe to her feet, I spun her around. She faced the mirror. I stood behind her. I reached in front of her and popped the buttons on her body-molded black leathers. She kicked off her boots, rolled her hips, and thrust out her boobs.

  Seeing her in the mirror, I couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand. Not with the orange flowers curling along her midriff and her breasts peaked by rose-colored nipples. I plucked them, and she arched to my twisting fingertips.

  “Too hard?” I sucked the slope of her shoulder, landing my gaze on hers in the mirror.

  “I like it hard.”

  Good answer.

  I swirled her nipples between my fingers until they turned bright red. Then I wet my fingertips and went back at it again. Ashe shuddered against me, reaching behind to grab my thighs. She ran her hands to my ass, digging in with her nails. My cock drizzled a line of come across the base of her spine.

  “Need you naked, babe.”

  “You’re the one who—oooh—stopped to play with my tits.”

  “Your fault for having such sexy tits,” I grunted.

  Finally, I unzipped her. She shimmied her hips. I slid the clinging pants down her legs. Tossing them aside, I rose behind her. All she wore now was a triangle of peekaboo white lace with fragile straps over her hips and—when I leaned back—down the cleft of her ass.

  I snapped the thin elastic against her bottom. “What do we have here, Officer?”

  She wound her arms around my neck, which lifted her tits and pressed her ass against my cock. “Looks like a very nasty girl, Brodie. What are you going to do to me?”

  Her ink curled around her body, and the slim green stem of the flowers finally ended on her little left hipbone. I ran my fingers across it, hooking her gaze with mine in the mirror. My temperature went up a few million degrees when she gyrated against me, her slate-colored irises turning blacker by the minute.

  Grabbing the fragile sides of her g-string, I snapped the material in two, slinging it to the floor.

  I grasped my cock and slapped it across her ass. “I want to fuck you.” My piercings left red marks on her butt. I liked it.

  Gripping her around her waist, I drew her against me with my cock arrowed between her legs. She looked down. Her wet pussy surrounded me in a vise of swollen soft flesh upon long rock hard dick.

  “Christ,” she whimpered.

  My cock appeared between her thighs, slickened by her. Precome bubbled on the ring of my piercing. Ashe bent forward, bracing her arms on the dresser. She rode my hefty meat between her legs. My cock glistened with her juice. Reaching beneath, I angled the head of my shaft so the hard ridge clipped her clit with every pass.

  Dry hump? Fuck no. Not with her cunt soaking me. I couldn’t hold out much longer, but I wanted to eat her before she came.

  Releasing Ashe, I chuckled when she slumped forward, spread her legs, and shook her ass at me. I spanked her with the back of my hand, another set of imprints appearing from my rings.

  “Where the hell are you going?” she asked as I walked away.

  I returned with a pillow I laid on top of the dresser. “Not going anywhere. Lift up for me, babe.”

  I held her around the hips and hoisted her onto the dresser. She kneeled on the pillow I’d placed to protect her skin. Romance. Uh huh.

  Ashe grabbed the frame of the mirror with both hands as I spread out her legs and pulled her ass back so her sweet cunt hung off the edge. Open, aroused and displayed for me, she arched her back.

  “Okay?” I inspected my handiwork.

  “Yessss.”

  Stepping up to her, I ordered, “Hold on tight, and don’t close your legs.”

  I crouched down behind her, running my fingers through her narrow blonde landing strip. Her curls were soft and soaking wet. Her pussy lips completely smooth and bare.

  “Brodie?”

  “Shhh. Still comfortable?” I touched her hips to steady her.

  “I’m good. I’m fine. What are you doing?”

  Instead of words, I used my tongue. Running it down one side of her labia and up the other, I tickled the tip of her clit.

  “I’m . . . aaaaahhhh fuck!” Ashe exclaimed.

  I spread her between my hands and tapped against her deeply colored lips with my heavy rings. The cold metal heated as I slid my fingers against her scorching cunt. She was dark red inside. Her tiny opening winked at me, and another drop of moisture dripped from her. Her hips shook. Her legs trembled.

  “Fingers or tongue first?” I slipped two V’d fingers alongside her puffed out pussy, swirling my fingertips over the hood of her clit.

  “Everything!”

  “Greedy slut.” I spanked her ass.

  “Fuck, Brodie.”

  She asked for it. She got it. Two of my fingers surged inside her and then my tongue speared her. There was no such thing as going slow or taking it easy with Ashe. She bucked her ass back, undulating on my exploring mouth.

  The sleek wet ridges of her channel hugged my tongue. She gripped my fingers, but I withdrew them to add a third. She orgasmed with the extra pressure on her g-spot as I licked out her cunt.

  Her back bowed. She screamed. Her cunt creamed. I wasn’t done.

  Swiveling my tongue into the tightening heat, I gathered her juice and planted her on my face. Eating Ashe loudly, I held her waist and gorged myself on her slippery slit.

  Ashe’s body wracked above me as she climaxed again. Good thing I’d blown my load first, because I was ready to do this all night.

  I dipped back down between her legs after gentling her with kisses on her mouth and my arms holding her upright. Her inner thighs were slick. She tasted so sweet when I sealed my mouth against her again. I nudged between her legs and lashed her clit with my tongue.

  “How’s the goatee treatin’ you now?” I ran my whiskers up and down her slit. I kept my goatee trimmed and tidy. The ladies loved it almost as much as my tats and piercings.

  “Oh, God!”

  I’ll take that as approval.

  She was ready, and I was stretched to the limit. Rising behind her, I grabbed a condom in one hand and her hip in the other. Our gazes clashed in the mirror—hers gray, mine pale blue. Sweat dripped down her cleavage. My shoulders and inked arms loomed behind her. With a flick of my wrist, I covered my cock in a condom.

  “Is that thing going to hold?” Ashe asked.

  “Worried about my dick rings busting through?” I lined up with her.

  My blond hair fell over her neck, and hers spread across my chest. She widened her thighs.

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t. Just take it. Take me.” With my hand
s keeping her still, I rolled my hips. My cock appeared in the mirror, a long thick shiny shaft burrowing into her cunt.

  So hot and hard, I speared inside her. Holding onto one hip and one tit, I rocked into her. My head fell to her shoulder where I sucked her skin with a groan.

  Ashe squealed when I powered inside and I liked that sound so much I pulled out and did it again. “You’ve still got another few inches to take, Ashe. If you don’t take my whole cock you don’t get any of it.”

  “Fuck, Brodie!”

  “Having second thoughts, Officer?” It was all I could do to keep my voice steady.

  “No way. Fuck me.”

  “You got it.” On the balls of my feet, I belted into her.

  Ashe moved with me, accepting every inch.

  “Please!” She fucked back onto me.

  “Need more?”

  “Yessss.”

  Swirling my fingers around her nipples, I rode her, rooted inside her, and flexed even deeper.

  “Good?” I grunted. My piercings were always a crowd pleaser, a g-spot tickler.

  She hung onto the sides of the mirror, throwing her head back. “Yes! Right there.”

  “Ahh. Fuck, babe. Don’t move.”

  What a joke. She writhed in orgasm, dancing her ass back to my groin and her hot pussy along my dick.

  As soon as she stopped coming, I withdrew. My cock wet with her, I lifted her in my arms.

  “We done already?” She wound her arms behind my neck.

  “Not by a long shot.”

  I held her to me as I made my way to the bed. As soon as she slid onto it, I crouched above her. Trailing kisses up her taut stomach, I stopped when I hit a soft starfish of skin, almost hidden behind her flowery ink. I knew about wounds and scars from my sis—the past concealed—but the puckered flesh beneath Ashe’s ribs was from a gunshot.

  “What the fuck have you been through?”

  “Just part of the job.” Her husky laugh didn’t settle me.

  “Are there more?”

  “Another one below my right shoulder blade. They missed the mark.”

  “Jesus Christ, Ashe.”

  “Don’t. Don’t look at me differently, Brodie. I need you inside me. I need this.” She spread her legs beneath me.

  My cock arrowed to her heat. I eased on top of her, my hard chest against her soft breasts. I framed her delicate face between my hands—my ballbuster police officer had disappeared, and the hardcore biker babe slipped away. All that was left was the two of us, naked with each other.

  “Are you sure?” I asked through gritted teeth.

  “You’ve been through worse than me, Brodie. We’re both survivors.”

  I surged inside her, the truth of her words cutting through the hate of our past.

  “Oh yes!”

  Enveloped in Ashe’s warmth, I stilled. I kissed her until her hips kicked up. She hiked her legs over my ass, pressing me forward. We moved so completely together, I knew I’d never be the same.

  She wasn’t a fast lay, an easy fuck.

  She wasn’t my enemy or out to get me.

  Ashe got at me with her heels spurring me on. I dropped over her until we met, thrust for thrust. She arched into my arms with a shout of my name, and I bowed over her, breaking apart inside her. My body froze, my cock surged, my voice broke as I shouted and released.

  When I came down, I had no idea how many minutes, hours, days has passed. She’d done me that good. Dazed, I disposed of the rubber and slipped into bed beside her.

  I cupped her ass as she snuggled against my side.

  I dropped a kiss to her cheek.

  “Stay with me,” I said, but Ashe was already asleep.

  ****

  We woke sometime in the hazy early hours of the morning. Ashe’s soft kisses down my chest to my stomach stiffened my cock. I pulled her up to my lips, sliding my tongue along the seam of her mouth before I withdrew.

  We lay side by side, propped up on our elbows. The last of the moonlight filtered into my hotel room and splashed across us on the big bed. Lazily exploring Ashe, I trailed my fingertips over the swell of her hip and along her flowery ink. Chills rose on her flesh as I watched. She felt like silk beneath my fingers.

  Her gunshot wound drew my attention again, and she inhaled when I bent to kiss the scar below her ribs.

  “You wanna tell me what happened to you?”

  “It’s no worse than what you’ve been through, Brodie,” she said for a second time.

  The pain that never really eased stole across my heart. My parents’ death. Ashe knew every detail of their car wreck, and why it happened.

  “I don’t wanna talk about it.” I ducked my head against her neck so her sweet scent could rid me of the powerful grip of raw memories.

  “Me either.”

  Seemed we both knew how to work the denial angle. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing, but when Ashe pressed me back I went with it. Her fingers glided into my hair and down along the heavily tatted sleeves on my arms. She played with my leather cuffs and the braided bracelets. Toying with my Fuck You to the man bulky rings, she kissed each one. She moved onto my other jewelry, the piercings on my cock.

  No surprise my cock jumped to attention, filling her wandering palm, stretching to my stomach.

  “Don’t you ever go down?”

  “Not when I’m in bed with a beautiful woman.” I peered at her through lowered eyelashes.

  “Ugh.” Ashe released my dick and fell to her back.

  “What?”

  “Your eyes.”

  As far as I knew my eyes were perfectly normal, on the palest side of icy blue. No chick had ever complained about them before, the opposite in fact. “Problem with them?”

  “They’re sexy.”

  I propped up on my elbow beside her. “And?” This was getting interesting.

  “They used to haunt me in high school.” She flipped to her opposite side, but I rolled her back and leaned over her.

  “High school, huh?”

  “Oh, God. And dimples. And now the piercings and goatee. Worse,” she grumbled.

  I barked a laugh. “And . . .? Does this have anything to do with those rumors you mentioned?”

  “I crushed on you in high school. Okay?” she huffed.

  More than okay. Very, very good in fact.

  “Huh. Can’t say as I remember you.” I tried to hide my grin.

  Ashe careened up and whacked me with a pillow. “You pig!”

  Tussling her down to the bed, I lowered my chest to her soft, full breasts. “I’m kidding. I remember you. A year under me.” To prove the point, I moved into the saddle of her legs, grinding my hard cock against her warm, wet mound. “Smart girl, good grades, and a real looker.” I slid two fingers over her clit, between her puffy lips, and straight into her pussy. She hissed, and I chuckled. “Way out of my league.”

  “I’m fucking you out of my system this week,” Ashe gasped.

  Yeah, right. I’d never be able to work her out of my system again.

  “What about you?” she panted.

  I spread her legs with my knees and reached for a condom. Snapping it down my cock, I growled, “Probably hated you. Goody Two-Shoes.” Opening her hot cunt with two fingers, I leaned over her.

  “And now?” she gasped.

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

  Chapter Three

  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 shir
t 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.