Chrome: With a Heart Forged in Steele (Carolina Bad #4) (16 page)

I flipped her onto her back. “Keep that thought.” I jumped off the bed. “Be right back.”

“Boomer Steele. Please tell me you are
not
going to feed that fat cat again.”

“Nah. I’ve got another pussy to take care of now.”

“Nice ass, by the way.
Fuck
.” Her busty laugh hit me, and I glanced back to see her spread out on top of my bed.

I was hard. Again. Just like that.

I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge downstairs, ignored Shitlock, and ran a washcloth under the hot tap in the new bathroom off my bedroom.

Less than five minutes later, I returned.

Rayce lay curled on her side, lightly asleep.

I’d never seen anything prettier or hotter. Only thing that could make it better? My
hot
come trailing between her thighs.

Caveman. I owned that.

Gently brushing the warm washcloth between her legs, I listened to her soft murmurs. She wrinkled her nose, settling on her opposite side, hogging more than half the huge bed.

Perfect.

I slapped the washcloth to the floor and slipped beside her. Her ass, my cock. Her tits, my hands.

More than perfect.

She snuffle-snored and wriggled farther back against me.

Adorable.

I kissed the nape of her neck, softly licking a path up the delicate buttercup tat, and pulled the quilts around us. “’Night, princess.”

****

In the morning when I woke up we were still doing the big spoon/little spoon thing. With the addition of my hard cock pressed against her ass.

As tempting as it was to wake her with some
good morning
sex, I eased out of bed and pulled on some faded sweats.

In the kitchen, Shitlock scampered to his dishes, his tail swishing furiously. I looked outside—it was another cool, clear mid-January day. Sun sparkled off the river’s water like tiny mirrors, and frost traced the edges of the window.

I’d just started the coffee maker and sectioned a couple grapefruits when I heard the shower upstairs. And
that
was too great a temptation to pass up.

The thought along made my mouth water.

Oh man, after I rushed upstairs and into the bathroom the visual of Rayce in the steamy shower was nothing short of mind-fucking-blowing. And, thank the fucking Lord, there were mirrors all around the room.

I flung off the sweats and opened the clear glass door. More white steam billowed as suds streamed down Rayce’s bare back and her beautiful rear end.

She glanced at me with a smile over her shoulder. “Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“That’s a given.”

“But I woke up and I was all alone.” Her eyes widened. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her bottom lip pouted.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I nestled her back against me. “Baby, are you flirting with me?”

She laughed breathlessly as I nipped and bit and licked the silky wet skin of her neck. All laughter stopped when my mouth moved greedily, deeply over hers. She tasted minty fresh. She’d obviously found her toothbrush from the last time. I liked that she felt comfortable enough to make herself at home.

I liked her soapy and soft and wet even more.

My hands glided all over her body, and I swung her around to face me. I poured more body wash directly onto her, watching the thick foamy bubbles burst over her nipples. Grabbing her breasts, guiding one slippery hand down to her slit, I backed her up to the wall. Her nipples were rosy hot peaks on top of deliciously creamy mounds. And her pussy? Saturated and quickly sucking my fingers inside.

Her hand found my shaft, and she curled a fist around the thick rigid length. Every time her fingers bumped the plum-sized head of my cock, she nudged the two piercings. But she never engulfed the tip so I strained harder in my flesh, grunting and fingering her faster as I popped her nipples in and out of my mouth.

Too much. Too fast. I stepped back with a low hoarse laugh.

Reaching to the high shelf Tail—the manwhore—had insisted on, I grabbed a condom. He’d also wanted to put a hot tub on the back deck, but I’d shut that shit down, telling him this wasn’t no Playboy Mansion.

Only one woman I wanted to play with.

Lucky me, she was more than ready for me.

I snapped on the condom while Rayce leaned against the shower wall, water pinging off her, her fingers pinching and pulling her nipples.

Her eyes on my pulsing cock turned a darker shade of greenish-gold.

“Know what’s so great about being so much bigger than you,
Phoebe
?” I laid my body against hers, standing well above her and completely enveloping her in my skin.

“What?” she whispered, her tongue darting out to my chest.

“I can fuck you like this.” In an instant I had her hoisted in my arms, her legs spread wide, her ass in my hands, her pussy poised just above my jutting hard prick.

Her scream bounced off the walls when I dropped her down onto me. No slow entry, not like last night. She clawed at my shoulders, and I pulled her bottom half away from the shower wall, settling her more deeply on my cock.

Supporting her with all my strength the same way I wanted to do in every other aspect of her life.

I cupped the back of her head as I drilled into her hard and fast. Rayce moaned louder and louder. When I tilted her hips at just the perfect angle, she came so hard her nails dug into my shoulders.

Her gripping, milking, internal massage was almost too much to handle but I wasn’t done. I set her feet on the floor after withdrawing.

“Can you stand, princess?” I asked in a gruff voice.

Her face wore a sexy flush, and her irises were almost black with desire. She nodded.

“Can you stand some more fucking?” I swiped the damp hair off her forehead and leaned down for a biting sucking kiss on her lips.

She nodded again.

“Turn around and brace yourself. I need more leverage.”

A shudder rippling through her, she did as I asked. I pulled her ass out farther, made her stance wider, and took my place behind her. Massaging the globes of her ass, I quickly speared into her. Thrusting up from the balls of my feet, I took her all the way off the floor, impaling her on my cock.

“Fuck,” I bellowed, setting a brutal pace.

Her moans became hiccupping cries and pleas for more, and I was more than happy to oblige. I grabbed her tits from behind and belted into her, sandwiching her between the wall and my body, my muscles against her softness.

She came a second time, and that was it for me.

An undiluted heat fanned from my lower back and shot up my cock like a lightning bolt as I sprayed inside the condom, bucking deeply inside Rayce.

My body surrounding hers, I held her around the waist as my breathing returned to normal oh-so slowly.

My fingers fumbled briefly with the condom I pulled it off. Opening the shower door, I shot it into the trashcan.

Then I cleaned Rayce. Again. That time tenderly until I kneeled in front of her, sliding my fingertips all around her gleaming pink pussy.

“That doesn’t feel like you’re washing me.” Her voice hitched. Her hips circled with my hand.

“I’m not fingering you.” I kissed her belly button. The undersides of her tits.

“Oh yeah?”

“This is fingering you.” With no warning, I spun three straight fingers into her.

I took her to a fast orgasm, my tongue lightly flicking her clit, until she slumped against me.

Cradling her in my arms, I shut off the shower and dried her with a big fluffy towel.

I was ridiculously hard all over again. By the time I rubbed a towel over my body, turned on was the understatement of the year.

Especially with Rayce openly staring.

“You keep looking at my cock like that, and it’s just gonna keep getting bigger.”

“I could take care of it for you.” She slinked forward, tossed my towel away, and rubbed her naked body all over me.

My eyes cranked shut, a groan tearing from the depths of my chest. “I need to make sure you have time for breakfast.”

“I’ll have something else for breakfast.” Slamming me against the wall, she winked before crawling between my thighs.

Her mouth slurpy and soft, she licked me like a kitten then sucked and lapped my balls.

“Full of hot creamy come for me again?” She pulled a testicle into her mouth, and the feeling was indescribable.

Hot.

Messy.

Sexy.

All I could do was nod.

She moved up my shaft to the crown and wasted no time lowering her mouth onto me. I clasped the sides of her face just to touch her as she blew my cock. I wanted to drill deeper down her throat but not this time. Most women couldn’t take much of my length. Wouldn’t last long anyway.

Rayce’s lips stretched wide. She stroked me with a tight-fisted hand. Every time she glugged up and off my hard, throbbing shaft, she tongued the frenulum, flicked my piercings.

Then she tucked those pretty lips around my cockhead, made obscene sloshing sounds, and pulled me deeper than before.

My thighs tensed. My ass flexed. I held her by the nape of her neck, gripped the base of my cock, and jerked the full load right into her waiting mouth.

She kneeled back and licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “That’s better.”

Too bad I didn’t have a voice left to agree with her. I just dumbly nodded, propped against the wall.

****

After throwing on my clothes for the day, I returned to the kitchen and picked up where I left off. Fresh fruit, black coffee, scrambled eggs, toast.

Rayce came down and joined me at the stove. She’d gotten dressed in fresh clothes from her backpack, I assumed. Tight jeans, big boots, soft-looking sweater. And maybe she’d raked her hands through her still-damp hair. She’d put on light shiny lip-gloss and that was it. Completely natural and beautiful as ever.

I smiled.

“What?” Immediately suspicious, she scowled at me.

I couldn’t help but let loose a big hearty laugh. “I’m just thinking you’re as low maintenance as I am.”

“Low maintenance, huh?” She reached between my legs and palmed me in her hand.

What a fucking surprise. Insta-boner.

“Still need some more, baby? ’Cause that’s my specialty being a mechanic and all.” She found the bulging head no trouble at all and starting toying with my cock through my jeans. “Good with my hands.”

Groan.

Setting her away from me, I said, “Go eat your breakfast.”

“Bossy.”

“Yep.”

While we ate side by side at the counter, there wasn’t much talking done. We were both too busy packing in the food. Good fucking made for a big appetite.

When our plates were scraped clean, Rayce carried them to the dishwasher and popped them in. She rinsed her coffee mug and added that to the load too.

I sat, watching her, probably with an idiotic grin on my lips.

She looked perfect here. At home. She fit me.

“So when did the remodel happen?” she asked.

“Oh. Upstairs?” Getting up, I stretched my arms and popped my knuckles.

It was Rayce’s turn to watch, a little wide-eyed.

“Right after Christmas. Was trying to keep my mind off you.” I stared at the floor, shrugging my shoulders.

“How’d that work out for you?”

Lifting my gaze, I said, “Not a single damn bit. Can’t you tell?”

She hit me with a shy, pleased smile.

****

Swinging by Stone’s on my way to Chrome and Steele, I dropped my woman off at work. Hell, I wouldn’t mind playing chauffeur to her every single day of the week.

While we idled in the parking lot for a few minutes, I turned to face her. “I want you to move in with me, princess.”

Her mouth popped open—no doubt to protest—and I placed a fingertip against her lips.

“Hands off, if that’s what you want.”
Yeah right.
“Platonic, if that’s what it’ll take.” I caressed her cheek. “I just want you to be safe.”

She didn’t say anything, but started to exit the truck.

I jumped right out and held her hand as she stepped down.

Rayce looked at our linked fingers, which I brought to my chest.

“I can’t, Boomer.”

“Yes, you can. You should.”

Finally her gaze lifted to meet mine. Somber again. Not the sparkly feisty eyes of the freewheeling woman who’d spent the night in my bed and the morning in my arms.

“Don’t ask me for more than I can give,” she whispered.

My jaw ticked. My eyes narrowed. “Just so you know, we’re not done talking about this.”

She tugged my head down and pushed up to kiss me. Maddeningly soft and warm, she stroked my neck, my jaw, my chin as she pulled away.