Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 (22 page)

The extra effort was worth it. I thought Ashe’s eyes would bug out of her head and her tongue roll onto the floor when I picked her up. All part of my master plan.

While we ate dinner I had a hard time focusing on anything other than her legs, and the wicked-looking high heels. Every so often, she crossed and uncrossed those coltish legs, because she knew what she was doing: turning me on to such a degree I wanted to reach out and pull her onto my lap.

Over wine, we touched and kissed and talked.

I pulled back from brushing my lips along her neck. She smiled down at her glass, her glossy lips turning up at the corners. Long black eyelashes fluttered to her rosy cheeks, and I’d never seen her so adorable.

Yeah, adorable.

Coasting my fingertips up and down her bare arm, I watched the goose bumps I created as she shivered.

“Tell me something. Do you have to be a little bit of a headshrinker to be a detective?” The question popped out of my mouth.

“Why? Worried I’m dissecting your psyche every time we have a conversation?”

“What you see is what you get.” I slipped her hand into mine, twining our fingers together.

“Baby, you are the least take-me-at-face-value man I’ve ever met.”

“Is that an insult?”

“No.” She laughed. “No way. There’s the you everyone else sees—big buff motorcycle dude with scary tats.”

I lifted my eyebrows at
scary
.

“And the . . . um . . . piercings, not to mention the piercing blue eyes.” She reached over to slide her fingers along my jaw. “I really like
you
, the man you are by your deeds and actions. Sure, you’re sinfully sexy. But then, there’s the guy who’s so sweet and thoughtful. The man who helps out with my daughter, no questions asked. The one who worries about me and tries not to let it show.” She shyly flipped her eyes to mine. “I like that one too.”

“Good answer.” I grinned. “But what about my original question?”

“
Ahh
. Do I perform psychological warfare on my suspects? Not exactly, but I do have to be pretty good at reading people and teasing out information from them. It’s solving a riddle, making someone pay for the wrong they did that’s the most rewarding part. Oh, and I like carrying a gun.”

“You’re a thrill seeker.”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?”

I barked out a laugh.

“You know, when I helped take down Dirk’s father, that was the first time I fired a gun on a suspect. It was scary as hell. I’ve obviously earned Dirk’s undying hate for it, but getting that man behind bars? That gave me a taste for
really
going after the bad guys. That’s why I’m on Vice.”

“Does it still scare you?” I stroked her cheek, smiling when she turned into my caress.

She pressed a kiss to my palm. “I’d be a hothead if it didn’t. And hotheads aren’t smart or safe.”

I gave her a tender kiss. “I’m glad you’re smart and safe, Ashe.”

“I know.” Her mouth moved warmly over mine, then she pulled back. “What about you? What’s your favorite part about Chrome and Steele?”

“I get to do what I want.”

“The rebel.” Ashe winked at me.

“I get to work with Cat and Boomer, and the club. We’re all family.”

Her eyes turned cloudy for a moment when I mentioned
family
.

“Working with my hands is another bonus.” I rasped one palm up the outside of her leg.

“I like how you work with your hands too,” she gasped.

“I know you do.” Comfortable in my chair, I motioned the server over to clear our dishes away.

“What’s next?” Ashe asked with a gleam in her eyes. She swung her leg, drawing my gaze.

“I don’t know. It’s such a pleasant evening. Maybe we’ll stay here a little longer, get some coffee and dessert? Then drive over to Sullivan’s Island for a walk on the beach?”

She frowned at me as if I’d grown two heads. The only extra head I’d grown was the one threatening to teepee my jeans.

“Brodie Steele,” she hissed.

I glanced unconcernedly at the dessert menu.

She tore it from my hands, tossing it onto the table. “Get the damn check before I rip your clothes off you right here.”

Double score.

My woman had spoken.

We were out of the restaurant, in my truck, and headed over the Ravenel Bridge just as fast as Ashe could hustle in her high heels down the cobblestone street to the parking garage. She tried to get all over me in the truck—her hand on my thigh, her lips at my throat, her fingers inching ever closer to my jutting cock.

“Baby. I need to keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel.” I was having none of it. Ashe liked to be in control. Well, so did I, and tonight I was the sarge-in-charge.

“No one said you had to do anything.” She squeezed me through my jeans, and my foot skipped on the gas.

Sparing a glance at her, I said, “If you want to keep your hands busy, why don’t you lift that dress and take off your panties for me?”

I expected her to curse me out. Instead, approximately twenty seconds later, she pressed a warm scrap of silver satin and lace into my palm.

“Already wet for me?” I pocketed the bundle, keeping my eyes trained ahead.

“Yes.”

Nodding as my jaw tensed, I drew in a deep breath, snagging some of the scent of her arousal. “Good.”

She spent the drive rubbing her thighs together. I spent it reciting all the parts of the vintage Victory motorcycle engine I was rebuilding at Chrome and Steele. Guess what? Didn’t help my erection go down one bit.

Once inside her house, I kept the lights low, closed the blinds, and ordered, “Get naked.”

“Right here?” Her voice lowered, hitting me right in the groin.

“Yeah, right here in the living room. I’m gonna get some things upstairs, so you better be completely nude when I get back. In fact, show me what a good girl you can be for me and wait on your hands and knees in the middle of the rug.”

I watched a shiver ripple through her body as she swallowed harshly.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Next time maybe I could get her to say
Yes, sir
.

I calmly walked upstairs even though all I wanted to do was plunge right inside her sweet cunt. Collecting lube, a condom—okay four condoms, I had a busy night planned—I added a soft blanket. I didn’t want Ashe to get rug burn.

Nudging off my boots in the bedroom, I unbuttoned my shirt then started downstairs.

The visual of Ashe that greeted me made me wish for a metal cock ring snug around the base and balls of my dick to keep my come from spontaneously jetting out.

I rubbed a hand over my mouth, the hand with the smell of her panties still on it. “Look at you.”

At the sound of my voice, Ashe arched like a feline preening for attention. I walked around her, checking her out from all angles. The tiger lily tat shimmered in the low light, its tendrils wrapping around her hips. She stayed braced on her hands and knees, her ass raised, legs spread, tits dangling to the floor.

I stopped in front of her head. She looked up, her eyes swallowed by black pupils filled with desire.

“Do you like sucking my cock, Ashe?”

Licking her lips, she nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I love sucking your thick hard cock, Brodie.”

My fists clenched at my sides at the husky timbre of her voice.

“Kneel up. Undo my pants and take my dick out.”

“Brodie . . .” she mewled.

I palmed myself roughly so she could see just how hard I was. “This cock is all for you. And I really want you to take me in your mouth. So do as I ask.”

With shaking hands, she guided me out as my pants dropped to my thighs.

“Lick me with that naughty tongue of yours.”

Moaning hotly, Ashe started with slow laps all over the leaking head of my cock. She nibbled the rigid cliff of the crown, and ran little circles around and around the frenulum. Humming, she sucked my Prince Albert, making it saliva-wet. Moving her head up and down, she painted the underside of my dick and all the bulging veins, the metal piercings, with her tongue and lips.

Ashe dipped lower, mouthing my balls. She suckled one into her mouth, let it pop out, and moved to the other side. When she opened wide to take both inside her mouth and onto her tongue, I shouted her name.

Cramming my hands into her hair, I said, “Take my cock down your throat now.”

She let me inside with a whimper, immediately wrapping her lips around my cock and slowly, tantalizingly, taking me deeper and deeper. The farther I went, the snugger her mouth, the tighter her throat.

She let me out, dug her fingers into my thighs, and nipped at the big ball on the Prince Albert, tugging it with her teeth.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

Her hips swayed as she blew me so good I though I’d collapse. Panting, on the verge of coming, I pulled away and pushed on her shoulders.

“Show me your tits,” I grunted.

She bent backward, one hand braced behind her.

“Touch them. Offer them to me.”

With heat painting her cheeks and chest, she cupped her tits, lifting them as her slim fingers slid over the cherry-pink nipples.

“They’re so full and round. Love them in my hands. Could sink my face into them and sleep there. You want me to suck them? Make your nipples hard and tight?”

“
Yessss.
”

“Push them out and ask me,” I commanded.

Ragged breaths filled the room, hers and mine.

“Please, Brodie, suck my breasts.”

“
Uh uh
. Say
tits
.” I scraped my palms over both crests then gave two light slaps to the jiggling orbs.

Her heavy-lidded eyes flew to mine. She licked her lips. “Please suck my tits.” Kneeling in front of me, she held them propped up in both hands.

Hard as rock candy, red as ripe fruit, sweet as summer strawberries, her nipples filled my mouth. I lashed one then the other, then pushed the mounds together so I could attack both buds at the same time. I licked the undersides and top, nudging her areolae. Squeezing her tits, I sucked until her hips danced against me in a savage sexual rhythm.

Leaning back, I asked, “Are you dripping down your thighs yet? Wet for me? Is your cunt hungry for my cock?”

She nodded frantically.

“Show me. Tell me.”

Spreading her thighs, Ashe used her fingers to pull her pussy lips open. Moisture shined on her inner thighs, and it pooled all over her cunt, making a wet hot sound that made my mouth water.

“My cunt needs your cock!” She trailed a lone finger up her open slit to her clit.

“Hands off.”

Moaning, she placed both hands on the floor, bowing back.

“Want me to eat you?”

“Please.” Her forehead crumpled into a frown as her lips puckered deliciously.

“Maybe later.” I reached down to pull her up. “Take off my pants and shirt.”

She tore the clothes from my body and eagerly touched all the skin she revealed until I stopped her with a few curt words, barely in control anymore. “Get onto the blanket, same as before, all-fours.”

Ashe complied but glanced back at me as I kneeled behind her.

“Am I scaring you?” Caressing her back, the long sensual lines of her silky skin, I soothed her.

“
Nooo
. No. Please. More.” Her breasts hung low. Her ass wiggled back. Her pussy lips separated, seeking me.

I spanked her, right there, making sure to hit her clit.

“Holy fuck!” Ashe shrieked.

“Good?” I slapped her again.

“Oh my God.” Her voice trembled.

I’ll take that as good.

As the wet sounds of my slaps on her cunt resounded, I fisted one hand around the base of my cock to stop the orgasm about to boil over inside me.

With my fingers wet from her, I held onto her waist. Sweat trickled down her spine, Her head hung low, and her whimpers were continuous.

“Wanna try something.” I ran the length of my cock up and down her cleft between the two round globes of her ass.

“Oh, God! I’m not ready.” She tensed beneath me.

“Not tonight. Promise. Just want to know if you might want to some day.” Spreading her cheeks, I licked her from hot cunt to ass dimples, barely brushing her secret hole.

“
Ungh!
”

Clasping her wider, I panted at the sight, painfully hard. “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?”

“Once.”

My eyes rolled back into my head at the thought, and I dug my fingers into her firm flesh.

“It hurt.”

I lowered over her back, whispering at her ear, “I wouldn’t hurt you.”