Chrome: With a Heart Forged in Steele (Carolina Bad #4) (28 page)

Brodie had the people skills down.

Not.

With merely a snarl and a flip of his middle finger, Cole got back to work. At the opposite end of the bar.

“You should cut him some slack.” I knocked my glass against Brodie’s.

He stroked his whiskered chin and squinted for a moment. “Nah. Too much fun.”

“You’re kind of a dick to him.”

“
Pfft.
’Cause I respect him.”

“So, playground rules? What are you? Cara’s age?”

“No. She’s way more mature than me most times.” He slung back his drink.

I chuckled.

“
Aaaanyway
, your lady’s lookin’ good.” He tipped his empty glass in Rayce’s direction. “Y’all okay now?”

His pale blue eyes met mine, the color a mirror reflection.

“Gettin’ through it. Finally.”

“I know how that is. Didn’t think I’d ever see Ashe—the real Ashe—resurface again.” He stared at his woman. “Look at her now.”

Ashe leaned against a table, trading insults with Tail, her stretchy shirt
stretched
over her growing belly.

“I’m really glad you got through to her, bro.” I clapped my hand on his shoulder.

“Back atcha.”

Brodie pulled me into a bear of a hug before we broke it up, slugging halfheartedly at each other.

Just because.

He swaggered off, and I shook my head.

Always such a shit.

Probably the best brother on earth—and entertaining to say the least.

Not too much later, Tuck made his way over and hopped onto a barstool. Kinkaid laid out another row of drinks, grumbling he and Cole needed to source a new probie to take over the grunt work.

“I remember those days. The lowest of the low prospect. My first MC.” Tuck guided drink number one to his lips and snuck it beneath his overhanging mustache.

Rayce hipped her way over to me, butting her ass against my groin in a saucy I-know-I-got-you move. She nabbed one of Tucker’s shots and took a sip.

“Oh yeah? When was that,
Pops
?” She’d taken up my new nickname for him, which never ceased to make me grin. “Back in the forties?”

“I might be your dad, but I’m not
that
old.” He winked. “Nope. The year was ’76. Albuquerque Raiders in New Mexico.” With his elbows propped back on the bar, he sipped his drink. “Swaggered right in there at nineteen acting like I owned that club.”

Tucker laughed. “Oh yeah. They took on the new prospect all right. Their damn crappers hadn’t been cleaned for weeks. Good times.
Good times.
”

“Sounds like gross times,” Rayce countered.

“That too.” He drew himself up. “But we all gotta start somewhere, right?” He chucked her under the chin, and she ducked her head, a blush staining her cheeks.

She leaned against the bar and called out to Probies One and Two for a beer before setting her eyes back on Tuck, the flush never leaving her face. “So, do I get your last name now?”

“Well, shit.” He pushed back his hair. “If you want it, darlin’.”

“I don’t know. What is it again?” Smiling, she jammed her fingers at her hips.

“Freeman. Tucker Freeman.”

She rolled her eyes. “Phoebe Freeman?”

I cut in between the two of them. “Or you could have Steele.”

“What?” Rayce—Phoebe—my woman, stared up at me.

“Phoebe Steele?” I took her hands in mine, going completely fucking balls out.

“Goddamn,” Tuck exhaled behind me.

Rayce’s big forest-deep eyes opened wide. “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”

Pucker Factor

I NODDED, MY VOICE caught somewhere between my throat and
oh-fuck-me, what’d I just do
?

Rummaging in my pocket, I pulled out a white satin box. I’d had the forethought to buy a ring in advance. I’d been carrying it around, waiting to pop the most important question of all. I’d witnessed enough proposal fuck-ups to know better: first Brodie, who’d put a ring on it but hadn’t sealed the deal, and then Hunter, who’d arranged a surprise fucking wedding.

Thought I’d be so smooth and find the right moment.

Nope.

In the middle of Retribution, I dropped to one knee. Roars ripped through the air all around as everyone turned their attention to us, but total silence fell quickly. So quiet you could hear a pin drop in the building.

The ring looked tiny inside my palm. Custom made. A solitary black diamond glimmering inside a platinum band.

“Would you consider marrying me, Phoebe, and”—I kissed her hands and placed them both against the pounding of my heart—“making me the happiest, proudest man in the world?”

She dragged a hand free and pressed it against her mouth.

Jittery inside, I remembered to turn back to Tuck as an afterthought. “Fuck. May I have your permission for her hand in marriage?”

Smooth, Boomer. Real smooth.

He grabbed my shoulder. “You don’t need to ask me, son. We’re already family. Lady’s choice.”

I swear everyone in the club held their breath, me included.

Rayce’s finger shook as she pointed at the ring. “How much did that cost?”

“I don’t know. Money?” I frowned, my pulse about to burst through my arteries.

“I can’t pay you back.”

“That’s not really the point, princess.” Goddamn.

This woman
.

Poising the ring over the tip of her finger, I asked again, “Marry me, Rayce.”

“All I can give you is me.”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking for.” I smiled, waiting to slip the ring home.

Tears sprung onto her eyelashes. “Oh!”

I pulled her down into a kiss.

My voice rolled out, husky and deep, “Do I get a yes?”

“Yes. YES!”

“You sure?” I teased her just a little bit.

“Better snatch you up before you lose your hair and get put out to pastu—”

I snugged the ring home and dragged her down to me before she could finish that sentence. And by the time I was done kissing her . . .

She sat, silently, sparkly-eyed, in my lap.

Brodie had been in on the ring buying gig from the beginning; the total fuck-up-of-a-proposal was all me, of course. He popped exactly one bottle of champagne before ordering Kinkaid and Coletrane to do the rest.

I picked up Rayce and spun her around.

Our MC folks turned up the volume on the celebration, and it swirled around us—boisterous and loud as only a huge family could be.

“It’s really big.” She held out her hand, scowling at the ring.

“Flat facet face so it won’t get snagged. Besides”—I tugged her back to my lips—“I know how much you like big things. Got more for you later.”

Tall glasses of champagne landed in our hands, and half an hour later, it was taxis all around or passing out at the bar.

Rayce and I opted for a cab ride back to the Old Village, not that either of us was wasted, but we both knew better than to tempt fate.

I closed the front door behind Rayce, stuck in place as I watched her.

She slowly dropped her jacket from her back, letting it fall off her arms. “So, we’re tying the knot?”

Mesmerized by the creamy skin and darkly shadowed tats she unveiled—her top scooped down to the base of her spine and had cutouts along the arms—I unzipped my leather and three-pointed my keys into the bowl beside the door.

“I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

“I thought it was cute.” She shook her ass in tight black jeans, wiggling around to me.

“Cute?”

“Yeah. You blushed and shit.”

“And shit?” My eyebrows lifted sky-high.

“I’m pretty sure you stuttered.”

“Doubt it.” I snared her to me. “And even if I did I promise that won’t happen again, especially after I get through with you.”

“Right here?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I slammed my mouth to hers. Ripping her shirt to her waist, I slowly licked down her neck before getting to her breasts.

Squeezing both big, tight, pink-tipped mounds between my hands, I slavered all over them. Wet. Hot. In. My. Mouth.

I only pulled on her nipples when she daggered her fingernails into my neck.

Crushing her tits together, I plied the pretty peaks—puffy and aroused—with my teeth and lips.

Her hips circled.

Her head beat back.

She hung on, pushing the wetted hills into my mouth.

Rayce came as soon as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid two fingers into her cunt with my mouth attached to her breasts.

“Such a tit man,” she gasped.

Reaching around, I spanked
all that
. “Don’t forget. Ass man too.”

“My turn.”

I relented even though I’d have been happy to stay at her tits all night.

She drove me against the wall. “This is how I do it.”

My shirt wrangled off, my pants lowered. Boots thrown across the room. Her wet lips meandered up my thighs while her fingers scraped down the light fur on my chest to my deeply cut abs.

My big churning balls hung in her face, and she kneeled up to breath me in. Her hand curled around my cock, only to pull it across her face, out of the way. Her licks running all over my nuts were hot, wet, wild. She pulled in a mouthful and tickled my sac with the tip of her tongue.

Pushing my fingers into her hair, I held on for the ball-suck of my life.

With her nose against my pubes, she hummed and switched to the other testicle. She lipped at me, teasingly, slurping the orb in and out as it hung pendulously over her mouth. She grinned at me and leaned up, her hands reaching around to grab two handfuls of my ass, leaving my balls dripping wet and pulled tighter to my shaft.

She ran her cheek up one side of my dick then the other. My cock bounced and she laughed. “Someone likes that.”

I grunted in response.

Grabbing the base, she loudly, obscenely smacked me against her face. Heat colliding inside my balls, I twisted my fingers tighter in her hair.

“You want me to lose it on your face?”

“
Mm.
” Rayce twisted one of my piercings with her teeth, and shots of red light fired off in front of my eyes. “Wanna give me a facial, Boomer?”

She rubbed the pad of her thumb around and around the hard shelf of the head of my cock and onto the pulsing veins of my length, pressing down on them. “That idea turn you on, baby?”

“Yeah.” The muscles in my thighs bulged and strained, and my abs were made of hard compacted steel.

“Waste of good hot come.” She aimed my cock at her mouth and swooped over it.

Shouting, I released her hair before I ripped it out by the roots. My hands braced behind me, I pumped in and out of her beautiful lips.

She looked up at me, her eyelids heavy, her eyelashes thick and black, framing darkened irises.

The way she licked and mouthed me made me insane. I groaned, swearing in a harsh voice. With just the tip of my cock in her volcanic mouth, she lipped over me, using her tongue to flicker at the expanding slit of my dick.  

“Damn, you look good with my cock in your mouth.”

She pulled back. “Which do you like better? My pussy or my mouth?”

“Unfair question.” With my hand at the back of her neck, I guided her back to me.

She smiled before quickly turning her head at the last moment. She licked me up and down, getting me wet all over before gripping me with both hands. Stroking, squeezing and releasing, she washed her tongue all over the head.

She withdrew and tossed her head up to look at me.

She licked her cock-swollen lips.

“That’s right.” Bending back down, she plunged onto me with hungry mouthfuls. “Fuck my face.”

I drew in a last gasp, the tight coil of need snapping. My body froze tight, the spine-tingling, hot load bolting from my balls and up my shaft.

I came like crazy, my hoarse yells bouncing off the walls, my dick thrusting into her mouth. I vaguely heard her glug my come as I crunched over, paralyzed by the sight, the feel, the sound.

Rayce lifted her mouth off me to take the last shot on her lips. Milky white come splattered against her lips, and after she stroked out the last drops she smeared her messy mouth around my cockhead then licked me—and her lips—clean.

I didn’t even waste time catching my breath. Scooping her up, I mashed my mouth to hers and placed her on the cushioned bench in the hall. Hastily tearing off her pants and panties, I pushed her shoulders back, pulled her ass forward and spread her legs wide. Falling to my knees, I stared up her body—the big amazing tits, the arch of her neck, the pert nose and nose ring and lush, lush lips only equaled by the pinker-tinged ones between her parted thighs.

With my thumbs rubbing up and down her puffy outer labia, I bowed down and wetted the soft, sexy, triangle of black curls.

She purred, running her fingers through my hair.

Looking lower, I groaned at the sight of her glistening wet, so-fucking-sexy cunt.

“Fuck, princess.” My gaze flashed to hers. “I need to get my mouth on you.”

She dragged in a ragged breath and raised her hands to her nipples, fingering them.

I growled and pursed my lips around her pink, swollen pussy.

She hissed, arching her back.

Flicking my tongue against her sensitive opening, I suckled the skin, so soft and wet. I kissed at her, diving in with my whole mouth and pulling out. I feasted on her feverish slick flesh as her pussy juice funneled onto my tongue and her moans turned into savage cries.

She let go of her breasts to drive me against her. The sounds of her wails meshed with the hot tide of wet cunt flooding my mouth. My thumb’s gentle rhythm on her sweet clit and my relentless loud tongue fucking drove her right out of her mind.

“BOOMER!
Ugh, God!
”

At the height of her orgasm I pulled back to thrust two strong fingers inside her. She thrashed against the bench, her nipples taut as deep pink candy.

“I’ve never seen a pussy that needs to be fucked more.” My fingers circled.

Her hips followed.

I pressed down on her stomach, and her climax continued.

I withdrew my fingers from her fluttering cunt and sucked them off.

With my mouth latched to her tits, I held my cock at her entrance. “You need my come?”

She jerked me to her mouth, moaning. She tasted herself on my tongue, greedily seeking out every recess of my mouth.

Jesus.

Her hands digging into the clenched muscles of my back, she mewled, “Yes.”

I leaned back, pushing my pelvis in, pulling the tips of her breasts out. “You want it?”

“Fuck me!”

I released her taut tits and swung her up off the bench. She landed against the wall below the staircase with a soft thud.

“
Mmm.
So this is a good time to tell you I got tested again,
huh
?” Her fingers flirted with my hair as her eyes teasingly flitted to mine. “All clear. And still on birth control.”

She fired me up even more, whispering against my ear, “
All yours
, Boomer.”

“Fuck. Then you better hold on,” I ordered.

“What?”

Drawing her hands into mine, I placed them up and behind her around the spindles of the staircase. “Hold. On.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Her new position trussed up her tits, and I couldn’t resist snatching the tight peaks in my mouth. She shivered against me. I laved one more time then gripped the insides of her thighs. Lifting her up, my muscles bunched as I held her weight in my arms.

My cock knocked against her cunt, and her hips bucked.

I maneuvered Rayce onto me quickly, taking her in one deep long thrust.

“Oh my God!” she screamed.

All the way to the hilt.

Then I held still, clasped by her inescapable heat clutching me flesh to flesh.

“You can move.” Her voice came out in a desperate whisper.

“I don’t . . .” I grinded my forehead against hers, my dick embedded inside her. “We talked about this before. Don’t wanna hurt you. And bareback . . . fucking hell, Rayce.”

“Can’t you feel ready I am? How much I want you?” She bit my neck, and her pussy pulsed around me, which made me strain harder, push even deeper.