Steele, Into Your Heart Excerpt © Rie Warren 2015
I tossed my phone through the open window of my Chevy, opened the door,
and stowed Ashe inside.
Before I shut her in, I leaned over to brush my mouth against hers,
plunging my tongue to swirl inside her wet heat.
When I got in the driver’s side she turned to me. “We’re getting the
seats wet.”
“You can take off your dress right now if you want.” I grinned in what
had to be an absolutely unwholesome way.
She sat back with a shaky laugh. Ashe was flustered. She was almost never
flustered. I really liked it.
I put the truck in gear and we roared out of the parking lot. I probably
left tire marks on the tar. Windows down for the fresh air but A/C on because
it was still blazing hot outside, Ashe and I sped along Isle of Palms toward
Sullivan’s Island wrapped in a bubble of sexual tension so tight it was close
to bursting.
Not a single word was said because the next thing to come out of my mouth
would be, “Clothes, off, now.”
My legs were so tense they nearly shook. I held the steering wheel with a
white knuckled grip. I usually drove the way any good country boy did, with one
wrist used to steer. Not tonight. Not when
Ashe fidgeted next to me, plucking at the top of her dress. It quickly
suctioned back to her breasts. Not helping, but oh so sexy. Pornographic sexy.
It was fully dark fifteen minutes later when I pulled into my driveway. I
helped Ashe out, grabbed her bags, took her hand, and ushered her to the big
front porch.
“This is your house? And I thought you said mine was fancy. You’ve got a
river view from here, Brodie.”
Gas lanterns on either side of the cheery red door blazed, the sweltering
night absent of any breeze the porch swing sat still. Tremendous hanging
baskets flowered like crazy.
“Parents’ house. Well, it was. Let’s not talk about that now.” After I
set her bags down, I fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it up her thighs.
“Take it off.”
“Brodie, no. We’re standing on your porch,” Ashe protested.
“I’ll cut off the lights.”
“Public indecency.”
“Arrest me already.”
I shut the lights off, and heard the wet slap of her dress on the porch
floor. I dropped my suit—what was left of it—where I stood. There was a whisper
of something light floating to the floor—her bra and panties. My belt buckle
made a clanging noise. Ashe’s breath hitched as my eyes adjusted to the
darkness.
Curves, glorious curves, illuminated by moonlight. I touched a puckered
nipple then circled it with my thumb. With my other hand, I gave a long slow
stroke up my swollen cock.
When she whimpered, I moved fast. I pushed her against the door face
first, caging her with my body from behind.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
I sent my lips over her shoulder and up to her ear. “Oh my God, Brodie. Say it.”
“I . . . I can’t!”
“Wrong words.” I stepped back to drag my pulsing cock up and down her
ass. “Know where I am right now?”
“Oh my God, Brodie!” Her voice quivered.
I caught her earlobe between my teeth and let it go. Holding her hips
against me, I ran my dick up and down her cleft several times, loving the
curves of her ass nice and snug around me. “Better. Now, open the door so we
can go inside. Unless you want us to
get arrested.”
