Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3

by Rie Warren

  Oh Hell. Officer Ashe Kingston.

  We’d fucked like wild animals in Myrtle Beach. She’d dumped me just like she said she would as soon as Bike Week finished. Now she wanted to give me a ticket?

  When Ashe got off her bike, my heart thumped. Hell, my cock did, too.

  She strutted up to me in full regalia. I’d never thought it was hot before. Now I wanted to snap a picture on my phone. Swish went her ponytail. Sway went her hips. On those hips were her holster, one handgun, a nightstick, and cuffs. The dark blue uniform was probably supposed to look sexless. No dice. The outfit revealed every curve of her body—and the black lace-up boots? I kinda wanted to rip them off her with my teeth.

  I stayed right where I was on my idling Harley. “Didn’t think I’d be seein’ you again so soon.”

  Mt. Pleasant’s finest, and one hot bitch, stood at my side. Behind mirrored aviators she seemed to drink all of me in—the MC vest, the black T, the ragged old jeans and scuffed up boots—as her gaze moved from head to toe.

  Hell yes.

  She jingled her cuffs. The sunglasses reflected back at me. Her juicy lips thinned.

  Cock, completely hard, just like that.

  “Are you going to resist me, Broderick?”

  Harder.

  I took off my helmet and hung it on my handlebar. “Depends. What are you pulling me over for?”

  “Violation of the noise ordinance.”

  The huh? “Bullshit. Ain’t no noise ordinance in Mt. Pleasant.” I gave my throttle a go just because, and her lips parted. “You wanted to see me again, didn’t you, Officer Kingston?”

  A blush rose up to the crests of her cheeks, and she bit into her bottom lip.

  I unstraddled my bike, and Ashe stepped back.

  “You’re the one busted now,” I said.

  Chapter Five

  Cheap Shot

  STANDING ON THE SIDE of the road, Ashe blushed and stammered. She kept backing away from me.

  Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.

  “So I take it your shift is over?” I asked.

  “Just got off duty.”

  “And now you wanna get off?”

  “Something like that.” She stopped and tilted her head to the side. A smile broke out across her face. “Whaddya say, Brodie? Going to resist me?”

  “Don’t recall resisting you the first time.” I ambled closer. “Or the second.” My lips whispered up her neck, trailing kisses to her earlobe. “The third, fourth . . .”

  Ashe whimpered.

  Perfect.

  I moved my lips to the corner of her mouth, ready to kiss her, when she slipped away from me. Using some fast cop move with her leg hooked around mine and my elbows suddenly wrenched behind my back, she whipped me around so fast I face-planted with the brick gate of the plantation. Then she muscled me against it.

  “What the fu—” I stopped when I heard the rattle of her handcuffs. I spun my head to the side. “You’re not seriously putting those things on me.”

  She gripped both my wrists and cuffed them together in a tight hold of metal rings.

  Did I struggle? Hell, no. She stared at her handiwork with a grin on her face.

  “Bet you couldn’t wait to break those out.” My voice dropped low and gravelly.

  “Baby. I could’ve hauled out the cuffs in Myrtle Beach and had you begging for more.”

  Cars whizzed past as I stood there by the road with my wrists in cuffs and Ashe pressed against my back. My cock reached new levels of stiffness.

  She forced my legs apart, and I leaned my forehead against the cool brick, taking ragged breaths. Her hands moved from my shoulders down my back and over my ass.

  “I’m gonna assume you’ve wanted to pat me down for years.” I jerked into her touch when her hands slid up my legs to the insides of my thighs.

  Her fingers curled over my cock and balls from behind, and she squeezed.

  I’d never had a sexy police officer fantasy before but suddenly knew we’d be replaying this scene, with Ashe’s shirt unbuttoned and maybe just a white thong beneath it. Oh yeah.

  “And I’m going to assume you’re about to make a comment about my nightstick versus yours.”

  I felt the stiff wood of her billy club against my stiff wood, and groaned loudly. Pivoting around, I clenched my jaw. “How far is your place?”

  “Ten minutes.”

  “Get these fucking cuffs off me and let’s go. If you’re lucky I’ll let you use them on me later.”

  Ten minutes? Make that seven and a half. I had a cop on my side—by my side—screw the speed limit. We pulled into the driveway of a Charleston Single set beside Hobcaw Creek.

  I killed my engine and took off my helmet as Ashe did the same.

  “Pretty flashy,” I said. Crepe myrtle trees in full bloom lined the drive to the house that had porches on the first and second levels. It was painted Rainbow Row blue.

  “I’ve worked hard for it.”

  There was a totally sensible Volvo station wagon in the driveway, no sign of the Triumph.

  She took one look at my raised eyebrows and said, “Don’t even go there, buster.”

  Ashe rushed me into the house and up the stairs before I could fully take in the big windows and bright colors. Inside her bedroom, I didn’t bother with sightseeing. The only thing I wanted to see was Ashe, completely naked.

  She closed the door behind us, and I stalked to her. She held up her hand to stop me. She probably learned that move in Traffic School. I only halted because—before I had a chance to blink—she unpinned the heavy-looking badge on the chest of her shirt, placing it on her dresser. Next came the gun. She took out a case from her closet, unlocked it, unloaded the pistol, and shut everything inside.

  Every move Ashe made to get out of uniform was so precise, so goddamn hot, I wanted to help out. I reached for the buttons on her shirt, undoing them one by one down the middle as she tackled her holster. It dropped to the floor with a heavy thunk. Her shirt followed as I rolled it off her shoulders.

  “Fuck, baby. You’ve got more hardware than me.” I unzipped her pants, my hands nearly shaking.

  She unbuttoned my jeans and reached inside for my hot pulsing meat. “I like yours better.” She stroked me inside a tight fist, taking the time to touch each and every piercing with her fingertips.

  I drew back with a groan. “Don’t wanna come yet.”

  “That close?”

  Looking at her half out of uniform, I raggedly laughed. “Yeah.”

  I unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her tits bounced when she leaned over to unlace her boots. They came off. Another loud clunk. Socks and pants, then all that was left were panties that matched her bra. Fucking pink. Pale pink, girly pink, cute pink, lacy pink. I wondered if her fellow police officers knew what she wore underneath the dark blues and decided I’d probably have to commit homicide if they did.

  With just the panties on, Ashe reached up to take out her ponytail.

  I stopped her. “Leave it. I might wanna grab it later.”

  Her hands skimmed under my shirt as she stepped up to me. I curved my palms over her rounded ass, beneath her panties.

  “So this is what you wear under your uniform?” I growled.

  “I wore them because I knew I was going to come for you today.” She leaned back, her eyes twinkling. “You know, you’re so much hotter without that steel pole wedged up your ass.”

  “Keep up that talk and you’re gonna get a Brodie Steele pole in your sweet little ass, baby.” I squeezed the cheeks in question, chuckling when she clutched my shoulders and rose onto her tiptoes. After claiming my kiss, I said, “Turn around for me.”

  Ashe complied without any backtalk, for once. I stripped her of the panties then dragged my palms up her legs until I settled them on her hips.

  Standing behind her, I flicked a finger along the ridge of her ear. “No earrings.” She’d worn three or four in both ears during Bike Week. I ran my tongue across her earlobe
and sucked it between my lips.

  “Ohhh. Not when I’m on duty,” she ended with a gasp.

  I was tall enough I could look over her shoulder down at the prime view of her tits. My hands wandered from her hips to her waist and up her sides until I had two handfuls. Perfect. Perky. Round. Squeezing, pinching, rolling, I teased her nipples until they stiffened into tight little peaks of a deeper rosy color.

  “Get on the bed,” I whispered with one last twist of her nipples.

  She turned in my arms. “Brodie—”

  I placed a fingertip on her lips. “Shh. Lie down on the bed. Got things I wanna do to you.” An entire week of ideas I’d done little more than think about.

  Without another word, Ashe slid onto her big bed with the light green bedding. It was all fresh and nice, and I couldn’t wait to dirty it up. She lay back against the pillows, naked and delicious. The flower tat curled around her middle. Her tits bobbed with her breaths. Her legs slipped just the slightest bit open, the little strip of blonde fluff on her mound beckoning me.

  I pushed my jeans down and off, pulled my T up and tossed it. Ashe watched. She licked her lips as her hands lifted to her breasts. She pulled at her nipples and moaned.

  Crawling onto the bottom of the bed, I said, “Hands off. Those are mine now.”

  Her gray gaze widened before dropping closed. Her hands slipped away as she arched her back. I hovered above her, dipping only to kiss her lips lightly. I sucked on the tip of her tongue and lowered my body on top of hers. Ashe’s smooth skin felt like fucking nirvana. Moving my mouth onto her neck, I grinded my cock against her; my piercings, my pubes, my thick dick pushing into her.

  Fuck. My cock strained and throbbed, the skin stretched as tight as a drum. My kisses traveled from her neck to her collarbone. I leaned up on my knees to get where I was headed. My dick slapped against my belly as I rose taut, and Ashe glanced down at the sound. She reached to touch my cock, but I clasped her wrist and pinned it to the bed.

  “Not yet.”

  Ashe nipped at my mouth with a low growl. Damn, my girl was hot as hell.

  I continued my journey to her tits.

  “Mmm,” I murmured on her soft flesh. “Yeah. This is what I want.”

  Covering her with my palms, I jiggled the mounds. Ashe twisted beneath me, but I widened my legs between hers until she was completely opened to me and she stilled. Only her breaths jarred in and out of her parted lips.

  Cupping the twin creamy hills, I licked one nipple then the other. I nibbled them between my teeth, always switching sides when she started thrashing. I lapped the dark pink peaks with the flat of my tongue over and over before latching onto one crest with my mouth and the other with my fingertips. Pulling and suckling, twirling my tongue and fingers, I stayed on her as her back arched into a high curve beneath me.

  “Brodie!”

  I groaned in response. My mouth was too full to answer. I intended to keep it that way.

  Ashe grabbed two handfuls of my hair and twisted hard. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she pounded on my ass with her heels.

  Fuck yes.

  When she tried to break my hold on her tit, I looked up at her. Her head was thrown back. A rash of heat made the skin of her chest and cheeks pink. I smiled and moved onto her other breast.

  “Brodie, please.”

  “M’busy,” I mumbled.

  She dragged my head up. I frowned at the perfect, wet, red nipple that popped out of my mouth.

  “Let me suck you, too,” she husked.

  Rubbing my thumb over the pert flesh straining to be back in my mouth, I grunted, “I’m so hard I’ll explode as soon as you wrap those pretty lips around me. Don’t wanna come in your mouth first. You can have my cock there later. Give you as much come as you want.” I broke free of her hold and went back to her nipple. “Not done here yet.”

  Ashe gave up and lay mewling beneath my attack. I amped things up when I slipped my hand down her belly to her slit. I thrust two fingers straight inside, sucking the reddened button on her breast up and up and up. Her body followed, and her hips arched off the bed. She jammed her pelvis against my hand, mashed her tit against my mouth.

  Within seconds she splintered apart, half-risen from the bed. Her hips danced, her pussy saturated my fingers, nipples swelling. I kept at it, slowing down, lowering her to the bed as her cries turned to moans.

  “You need more.” I was already on the move down her body.

  She shuddered. Opening her darkened eyes, she gazed at me. “Oh, God.”

  And then I reached her tat. Lapping every leaf and petal, I gorged myself on her body as shivers raced across her belly. Until she sighed and writhed and clutched the bedding.

  As I moved lower to the source, she yanked me upward.

  “No! Oh no more, Brodie. Fuck me. Fuck me now. I can’t wait.”

  I gave a longing look at her hot pink cunt. It was shiny all over. I didn’t want all that juice to go to waste. With my hands holding her thighs open, I bent my head. “Just a taste.”

  I sealed my mouth over her and thrust my tongue inside. So goddamn good. I kissed and licked her a few more times until my cheeks were as wet as her cunt lips. Then I lapped all the way down to her rosebud hole, circling it with my tongue as she shrieked into the air.

  Plenty of time to work up to that.

  I grinned, settling above flushed and sex-craving Ashe. “You got condoms?”

  “No.” She writhed beneath me, rubbing her thighs together. Her pussy glistened, and I slapped it with my palm.

  Ashe jerked. “Oooh!”

  Keeping one thumb on the pearl of clit, I reached for my jeans. “And you call yourself a protector of the people.” Grinning, I dug a Magnum from my wallet. Biting the foil open, I pushed it into her hand. “Put it on me.”

  Her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes pinpointed on my cock, she gripped me with one hand. At her touch, I curled over her, incapable of doing anything more than grunting with the hot shock of her fingers slowly, expertly rolling the rubber down my dick. She gave a long stroke from cock-base to crown when she was done, squeezing the head.

  I dragged Ashe’s hands above her head. “Stay there.”

  “Okay.” Her voice warbled.

  Pushing her bent legs up to her tits, I told her to hook her elbows over them.

  I needed her totally open.

  Jesus fucking Christ. Her pussy looked like a flower, its petals all dewy and frilled. The nexus was a deeper wetter redder color. I dipped my finger inside as I shifted my thighs up against her ass, butting her even higher.

  I rubbed the head of my cock over her clit. The ball on my Prince Albert piercing rolled around and around the pink nub of flesh.

  Ashe shook beneath me.

  With her legs pressed so high my whole cock slid along the length of her hugging pussy lips. I grabbed my dick in one hand, driving harder against her, and the wet slick sound of our flesh rolled into the air.

  She grabbed my shoulders. “Please, please!”

  “Tell me you missed me.” I poised above her, my cock pointed down at her entrance.

  She threw her head back and her hips up as much as she could.

  “Tell me,” I snarled, forcing her back down. “You missed me for more than just this cock.” I slapped it against her wet cunt three times.

  “Yes! Christ yes, Brodie, Imissedyoupleasefuckmepleasepleaseplease!”

  Good enough.

  Rising above Ashe, I looked down at her as I aimed my cock. The only part of me that made contact with her body was my cock drilling into her with a wet slippery slide until I filled her to the limits.

  Her howl meshed with my shout.

  And it went on and on. I rose up and then bottomed out one inch at a time. She came the first time within a few strokes, trembling beneath me, convulsing all over. When her legs started quivering, I pulled all the way out, sat back and brought her into my lap. She hurried to get my cock inside again, sighing when I stretched her f
rom this new position.

  We sat in the middle of her bed, breast to chest. Stuffed full of my dick, Ashe folded her long legs around my back, and I held her to me as I pushed inside with short hard thrusts.

  Ashe grabbed my hair and dragged our mouths together. Long licking lunges of our tongues matched the long slow lunges of my cock as I lifted her up and down with my hands cupped beneath her ass.

  “Slow ride, baby,” I gasped when she tried to fuck me faster.

  I wet my thumb, pressed my hand between our bodies, and found her clit. I gave Ashe that extra nudge over the edge, pulling her ponytail so her head whipped back at the last minute.

  She arched with a cry, coming again.

  Lowering her down, I couldn’t wait any longer. I jackhammered into her as she clamped around me, wailing. My skin on fire, my vision blurred, my balls practically contracted inside my shaft. I stiffened all over and reared up with a scorching sensation shooting through my cock until it lashed out of my dick in long endless spurts.

  I roared through it all.

  Afterward, when I remembered that thing called breathing, I flopped beside Ashe and pulled her to me.

  “Good thing I’m a cop.” She placed her thigh over mine and rested her head under my chin.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Otherwise my neighbors would be calling the police after that racket.”

  I pinched her ass. “Your fault.”

  “Not entirely.”

  Unable to stop touching her, I drew my hands up and down her spine before settling on her abdomen. Mmm. The tattoos. I wasn’t done with those yet. I rolled Ashe to her back and swooped down.

  “Tiger lilies.” I licked the petals of one orange flower.

  Ashe gasped, “What?”

  “Found out what these flowers are. Perfect for you.” I gave her one last lick before returning to her side.

  We snoozed for a bit and when we woke it was sunset. A glowing purple-red one that bathed her bedroom in soft, hazy colors. Ashe stretched as she stood from the bed. She padded to her closet, and I lounged on top of the covers, enjoying the warmth and the scent of our sex. She returned, pulling a sundress over her head. It was white, nearly sheer, very pretty.