Chrome: With a Heart Forged in Steele (Carolina Bad #4) (10 page)

I checked on Cara and nodded. She was snoring, dead to the world. Thank fuck for that.

The raunchy rendition of “Jingle Bells” had everyone singing. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the naughty lyrics I’d come up with for “Jingle Balls” along the lines of
Oh what fun it is to ride sidesaddle on her saucy sleigh
.

A few songs later, I placed the guitar to the side and pulled Rayce to me on the couch.

“I didn’t know you could sing.” She snuggled close, her luscious breasts rubbing against my arm.

“Just a hobby.”

“You have a really sexy voice.”

A shiver went through me from my balls to my toes at the sultry tone of her voice.

“You think so?” I rumbled close to her ear.

Brodie cleared his throat, eyeing the two of us with a grin. He stood and scooped a conked-out Cara into his arms.

“Hey, bro. We’re gonna head.”

Ashe ran an arm around his waist.

I made my way to the front door after them.

“Great Christmas. One of the best.” He slapped me on the back.

“Thank you, Boom.” Ashe kissed my cheek.

I watched them drive away in Ashe’s unlikely Volvo, turning when Cat slipped beside me.

“We’re outta here too.”

Nick helped her on with her coat. “Thank you, man.”

“No thanks necessary. Just take care of my sis.”

Cat tapped my cheek. “He does. You don’t have to worry anymore, Boomer.”

Cole hurried behind them. “Thanks, Prez.”

I saw them out and shut the door.

Rayce strutted toward me, picking up her jacket on the way.

I locked and blocked the door with an echoing click. “Didn’t think I’d let you slip away that easily, did you, princess?”

Dreams of Us All Through My Head

SWAGGERING TOWARD RAYCE, I replaced her jacket on the old wooden bench, snagged her hand, and guided her back to the living room.

“I could probably outrun—and outride—you if I wanted to, old man.”

“You think?” I pulled her into the unyielding circle of my strong arms. “This old man’s got enough stamina to keep you going. All. Night. Long.”

She struggled.

I held her tighter, my breath coasting across her lips.

She looked up at me, her mouth parted, closing in on mine, but when I dipped my head to kiss her, she broke free.

“Gotcha!” She laughed. Cheeks pink. Lips moist. Eyes glowing.

I rubbed a hand across my chest. “Yeah. You have got me.”

“Not havin’ a heart attack, are ya?”

“Woman, you’ve got my blood pumping in all the right places.” I ranged toward her.

She slid backward.

That was okay. I liked this advance and prowl game with her.

Giggling, Rayce put the couch between us. When I moved to one side, she raced to the other.

“I’m still wondering about the name though, of Chrome and Steele?” She darted away from the couch, heading for the doorway. “Chrome dome and all that.”

Launching myself toward her, I tackled her. With a quick roll I landed beneath her on the rug, taking the soft impact.

“Just try callin’ me
chrome dome
when I’m eating you out and you’ve got your fingers fisted in my hair to drag me closer.”

We tussled on the floor, her trying to pin me down, me easily overtaking her. When I rolled on top, her pretty eyes danced. Her hands skimmed up and down my chest, then reached beneath the tails of my shirt. She felt the trail of hair, the tight rolls of muscle on my abs, the dusting of hair on my pecs. Her eyes drifted closed.

“
Ooohhh.
” Rayce bit into her bottom lip, her breath ragged. “You feel like you’re big everywhere.”

Her fingers clenching, her nails raked across my nipples.

“Big enough.” I groaned as she pulled those nails down my stomach.

With one hand cradling the back of her neck, I drew her close to my mouth. “Why are you called Rayce?”

I chuffed quietly when her hips gyrated up, hitting my hard-on with a torturous amount of pressure.

“Because I like it fast and furious . . .”

Grunt.

“On my TXT bike.”

Groan.

“Bet you’d like it fast and furious with me too.” I slipped one hand down to her ass, cupping it, drawing her against the thick, throbbing barrel of my erection. “What’s your real name?”

“Rayce.” She tossed her head back, staring me in the eye.

“C’mon.” I nipped her on her stubborn little chin. “No one would name their baby girl Rayce.”

“Oh yeah? Well, your folks named you Harold, didn’t they?”

“Touché. Now tell me.” I kissed one corner of her lips, then the other before I pressed my mouth to the length of her neck.

“Phoebe,” she breathlessly replied.

I touched her neck with my fingertips, barely sliding along her flesh. “Princess Phoebe.”

She was such a tough girl. So gorgeous. Yet she looked incredibly delicate beneath me.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

I pressed onto her slowly. “I think I might like to take your punishment.”

Our kiss was searing hot. My skin fucking tingled, and a galvanizing pulse of blood made my cock swell even harder in my jeans.

I pulled away from the sweet tug of her lips with an extreme amount of effort. Crawling backward, I sat on my knees between her spread legs. I rubbed my palms up and down her tight leather pants.

“I wanna get you naked. In front of the fire.” My fingers moving higher, I brushed her mound.

She sucked in a breath, staring at me with glazed eyes.

“Won’t fuck you. Don’t wanna rush you. But I’m not kidding, I have to get my mouth on you.” I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to me until her pussy saddled one of my knees.

“That okay with you?” I asked.

She rose up to her elbows. “Yes, baby.”

First, the shirt. I skimmed the bright blue top up her belly, over her skin, and off her arms.

Firelight danced over her, making her flesh gleam and her tiny nose ring glint. The incredible tats on her arms looked like a dense and sometimes delicate garden of unexpected flowers and hearts and designs. I slid my palms from her shoulders inward to her collarbone and gently over the front of her breasts. Her bra was black and lacy, low enough to nearly reveal the top crescents of her nipples. I flicked open the front clasp. She arched her back, and I pulled the straps away from her, slowly getting her topless.

I tried not to look at her tits. If I saw those luscious globes and tight nipples, I’d never get to the rest of her.

Leaning down, I tugged the suede lashings of her leather pants loose. Her hips wriggled as I drew them down her hips, over her thighs, off her feet after I helped her discard her boots and socks.

Then I looked at her. All her skin was aglow. A tiny pair of blazing blue panties hid her pussy, just barely.

My gaze roved up her body.

Fuck.

I knew it.

She had big, round, unbelievable tits.

Crouching slowly on top of her, I held her to me, my lips at hers. Despite the rockin’ curves, she felt so tiny in my arms. “You’re so damn small, princess.”

“Only because you’re a fucking giant.”

Punching up to my forearms, I kissed and licked my way down to the tops of her breasts. “Ain’t that big.”

Her hips notched up. “Sure feels like it.”

“You’ll find out later.”

“I can take you.”

I chuckled against her neck. “Not disputing that fact.”

Sitting back, I cruised my hands from her waist to her tits.

“I’m top heavy,” she hissed.

“Fuck yeah, you are. I love it.”

My hands smushed her breasts together. I played with her nipples as she writhed beneath me. They were pale pink, the same color as her lips. I massaged all over the globes, thrumming the nubs with my thumbs. As I stroked her, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed onto the cushiony rug.

I followed right after her. “So hot, Rayce.”

I palmed one breast and sealed my lips around the other, taking in as much as I could before pulling back and suckling the hot pink button in my mouth.

Her hips ratcheted up, knocking against my cock.

Unlocking my lips, I lapped at the sweet pink gem. I moved to her other tit, pinching and playing with her, and her fingers convulsed on my arms.

Lick.
Slap.
Suck.

She panted and moaned.

“You like that.” I wobbled her tits together and bit down on both high peaks.

“Boomer!”

I sat back, skating my rough palms over her soft breasts. Leaning down again, I cupped her hard between her legs, my fingers drilling against her panties.

She bucked off the floor.

Running my hands all over her, I moved lower and lower down her body. Her hips rolled. Her body rocked. She swore payback was a bitch as I took my time, nibbling her waist, sucking on her belly button, hitting the sensitive skin of her pelvis that shivered beneath my lips.

I slung off her panties. Then I crawled between her legs. And I was not disappointed. Her cunt was perfect. Pink lips. Glistening wet. A trimmed triangle of soft black curls pointing the way to her smooth and puffy pussy.

“Is this my pussy, princess?” I rubbed my thumbs up and down her swollen lips.

“
Uh huh
.” Rayce grabbed my hair, just like I knew she would.

I chuckled low in my throat. “Been waitin’ for this.”

I skimmed my nose up her cleft.

Hell yeah.

Her scent alone made my cock buck with aching need inside my jeans. Tearing through the buttons on my shirt, I threw it off. A drop of sweat rolled into the center of my chest.

The fire. Rayce’s heat. Her little wet pussy.

I bent over and placed my face against her.

“Boomer?”

I kissed the inside of her thigh where her muscle curved. “What do you want? Want me to lick you?”

Blowing a stream of hot air against her slit, I waited, at the ready.

“Yes!” She wound her fingers tighter into my hair.

“My pleasure.”

At the first touch of my tongue to her center, she cried out. When I pulled her close—her smooth lips in my mouth—and thrust my tongue inside her, she screamed my name. My mouth dipped farther. Her hot cream coated my lips, lips I coasted to her clit.

Rayce let go of me with one hand to press two fingers against the hood of her cherry-pink nub.

With a wild sneer, I attacked her offering.

My tongue raced around her clit, roughly rubbing. I slid back down and buried my mouth inside her soaking wet slit.

With my arms locked around her legs, I pulled her up to my mouth as I kneeled higher. She was a heady drink I sipped from.

Her arms flew back, and she pumped up to my face, giving me everything.

By the time I finished with her, I’d rolled to my back and held her ass in my hands. Rayce perched above me, her knees on either side of my head while I tongue-fucked her through three wild, savage orgasms—the last one with her planted right on top of my face.

She gave one last all-over-body-shudder and flipped down beside me.

“Holy hell. That was crazy,” she gasped out.

“You are crazy hot.” I softly sucked one of her pebbled nipples.

Her hips pumped up, and I gently toyed with her clit.

“I take back every single old man comment I ever made,” she sighed as I slipped two fingers inside her hot slit.

“That’s good,” I mumbled around her tit.

She pulled back, soft hair framing the sides of her face, soft eyes finding mine before running all over my chest and arms. Rayce smiled, pushing me back down. Completely naked, her body blushing from all those orgasms, she traced light designs over the muscles of my chest and the ink on my arms.

“Your body’s fucking amazing.” She briefly licked the flat discs of my nipples as I shuddered beneath her cunning lips. “I like the chest hair”—she rested her cheek against my pecs, rubbing all over me—“and this.”

Her fingertips walked down the deep divided center of my abs, following the black line of hair that whorled from my belly button down.

Before reaching the damn buttons on my jeans, she cruised back up my body.

I gripped her hair and mashed my lips to hers.

The scorching kiss was hot enough to burn the house down, never mind my body that was so ready to be tipped over the edge.

“Not done with you yet.” Rayce retreated beyond my reach, and I spread out on the floor, watching her decide her next move.

“Full sleeves.” Leaning down, she licked the designs with the tip of her pointed tongue.

Like any tat addict, I had a mix of ink running up and down both arms. Full black tribal markings, stylized bikes, interlacing smoke and fire. Rayce seemed to take pleasure in torturing me, her mouth never leaving my skin as her tits hung low, her nipples brushing against me.

I groaned, my body tantalized, my hips twisting. “For Cat when she got hers.”

“And this one?” Her fingers trailed the dark sugar skull on my chest, simply designed but with the number 2009 etched into it.

“For my folks. The year they died.”

She covered the black skull with sweet soft kisses from her pursed lips. “Any more ink?”

“Back piece.”

Her lips on the cords of my neck caused goddamn goose bumps to erupt on my skin. With a tug of her teeth on my earlobe, she pushed me until I rolled over. Pressing down on my shoulders, she straddled my back. Her cunt, getting wetter, parted on my skin and the hot tips of her nipples hardened even more.

Sucking and biting all over my ear, she gyrated her hips.

“I can give you somethin’ better to ride,” I bit out.

Her movements intensified and the rotations of her hips tightened. I turned my head in time to see her bow backward in a short hard orgasm. Her fingernails nearly cut into the skin covering my ribs as a low moan whispered from her lips.

Christ.
She’d come all over me again.

She whimpered before surging back to life, holding me down when I would’ve rolled over and had my mouth between her legs to drink it all up.

“Said I’m not done with you yet.” She bit my shoulder hard enough to send a hot thrill through me.

I arched into her touch with hoarse grunts whenever her hands, her lips, her tongue marked me. She focused on the tattoo—the large rendition of the Retribution back patch. Skulls sitting on the scales of justice. Licking my back, she squeezed my ass.