Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 by Rie Warren Read Free Book Online Page B

legs for me, didn’t you?”
    “Broderick Steele! That is not a polite thing to say!”
    “Right. Because ordering me to come in your mouth is polite conversation.” Her gray eyes lit with anger. I grabbed her hand, brought it to my mouth, and brushed my lips and soft goatee over her fingertips. “Besides, your legs? Sexy, smooth, goddamn incredible, and I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me again.”
    She rolled her eyes but looked appeased. Good thing I’d grown up with Cat. Sometimes I knew how to smooth things over with a chick.
    “Breakfast now?” I kissed the fingers of her other hand. “Because you fucked an appetite into me, and I’m starving.”
    “Gotta keep your strength up?” she asked with a teasing lilt.
    I opened the door for her, letting her scoot past. “Bet you want donuts, don’t you?”
    “Ass,” she shot back at me as we left her room.
    “Yup. You were the one whistling at it earlier.”
    We didn’t do donuts but a big breakfast with eggs, bacon, juice, toast, the works. Ashe ate like she fucked—full of gusto. My phone rang as I placed bills on the table for the check and tip.
    It was Tuck—apparently my social secretary and stand-in father figure—with a reminder.
    I ended the call, scooped up Ashe’s hand. I helped her out of the booth, tunneling my fingers through her loose hair.
    “I gotta meet my guys for the charity run. Wanna ride with me?”
    “Want me to?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    ****
    We met up with my dudes at the starting line for the Bike Week poker run. Police and firemen had cleared the main drag for the duration of the event, which had been organized to raise funds for the Pediatric Oncology Unit at MUSC Children’s Hospital in Charleston. The roadside was packed with spectators, supporters, families, friends, and hell of a lot of bikers.
    Tuck took one look at Ashe’s badass Triumph and deemed her worthy of joining us. He held out his big meaty hand to clasp hers. “Been keepin’ him in line, Officer Kingston?”
    “Call me Ashe. And yes, I’ve been keeping a very close eye on Broderick .” She suppressed a grin, but the others sure as fuck didn’t bother.
    I raised my eyebrows at her and scratched a hand along my jaw.
    While the others yucked it up at my expense, I bent toward her ear. “Payback’s a bitch, ya know?”
    “As long as it happens in bed, I’m down with it.”
    Yep. Say hello to my brand new boner.
    “I’m Handsome.” The tall dude angled toward her as he sat with his lanky legs straddling his Chopper. “ Hey, I think you arrested me once.”
    “Twice.” Ashe winked as she shook his hand. I didn’t know how the hell she could tell. Per usual, Handsome’s features were seventy-five percent covered by thick hanks of dark brown hair.
    “She’s a real live wire,” Tuck murmured to me.
    “You don’t know the half of it,” I said before turning to Tail. He came forward with his regulation wanna-piece-of-this swagger. “This is Tail.” I introduced him to Ashe.
    She took in the cocky smile, the dark green eyes, the long black hair held off his face by two thin braids. “As in pin the tail on the—”
    “Jackass.” Tuck chuckled.
    “Hardly.” Tail made sure his bicep flexed into a hard hill of muscle as he brought Ashe’s hand to his lips.
    Jackass is right .
    “Because I score as much tail as Brodie here.” Tail swooped in for the kill.
    “Shut the fuck up,” I snarled.
    Ashe pulled her hand back. “Relax, Brodie. I certainly never pegged you for a monk.”
    She wasn’t the least bit jealous. That bugged me. Not that I dug bunny boiler broads but . . . “Doesn’t exactly mean I’m a manslut either,” I complained.
    Handsome fake-coughed, “Liar.”
    “Knock it off, assholes.” I dragged Ashe to my side with my arm around her waist.
    “I’d like to knock one up with her.” Tail wouldn’t let it go. We’d never busted up because of a woman before, but there was a first time for everything.
    Gripped by a