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Riding Steele #4
Wanted
By Opal Carew St. Martin's Griffin
Copyright © 2014 Opal Carew
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-7837-2
CHAPTER 1
Part 4
From Part 3:
Steele scowled as he followed Rip down the stairs.
"It's Killer on the phone."
"What the hell does he want?" Steele demanded.
"I'll let him tell you that."
Steele stormed into the living room and picked up the phone.
"Yeah, what is it?" he snapped.
"I just want to warn you that I'll be coming out there to make an arrest. I have no choice."
"You're going to arrest me for kidnapping?"
"No. I'll be arresting the woman for theft."
He tightened his grip on the receiver. "Theft? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Apparently, Donovan Blake has charged that she stole a very expensive diamond necklace. I have no choice but to come and arrest her."
"Thanks for the heads-up."
"You understand I expect you to keep her there until I get there."
"Of course, Officer Grainger. I understand completely."
Steele hung up the phone.
"So what are we going to do?" Rip asked.
Steele locked gazes with him. "We're going to get her the hell out of here."
Laurie stretched in the bed, longing for Steele to return, her whole body aching for him. She could still feel his massive cockhead against her intimate flesh and ... oh, she ached at the thought of it pushing inside her.
She could hear his footsteps on the stairs. Hurrying. Returning to her.
She could hardly wait to feel him slide inside her. Her insides ached with need and she stroked her nipples as she watched the door, waiting for him.
His footsteps hurried along the hardwood floor toward her, then the door burst open.
She smiled and opened her arms to him, but to her surprise, he just scowled.
"You've got to get up. Right now." His harsh, commanding voice tore through her. He grabbed a T-shirt from the small duffel bag on the dresser and pulled it over his head.
Her stomach clenched. "Steele, did I do something wrong?"
"What?" He stared at her, and suddenly seemed to see her and his glittering granite eyes softened. "No, baby. We've just got to get out of here. Fast!"
Her heart raced at his words, filled with the threat of oncoming danger. She pushed the covers aside and sat up, then grabbed her undies from the floor and pulled them on. As she pulled on her bra, she caught him watching her as he stuffed things into his bag, his gaze lingering on her breasts as she tucked them away in the lacy cups.
"Fuck, the timing on this sucks."
"The timing on what exactly?" she asked as she tugged on the shirt she wore last night, then retrieved her jeans.
"Officer Grainger is on his way over to make an arrest."
Her gaze shot to his. "He's going to arrest you for kidnapping me?"
"No, baby, he's going to arrest you for stealing that diamond necklace your jackass boyfriend gave you."
"Donovan? Oh, God. But he gave it to me. I'm sure we can—"
"You can explain it until you're blue in the face, but whose word are they going to take? Yours? Or his?"
She sucked in a deep breath. "He's trying to punish me."
"That's right." He grabbed her hand and drew her out the door with him, his bag in his other hand. "And he might not stop at jail."
* * *
Laurie clung to Steele as the bike sped along the highway, her arms snug around his waist, her body pressed tight to his. The rest of Steele's crew had sent them ahead while they finished packing up. Steele had told her they would catch up with them at a predetermined place.
She and Steele had gotten out of the house in less than ten minutes and had been riding for hours, but the feel of his hot, hard body and the vibration between her legs, kept her body hot and ready.
In the room, before he'd shocked her with the news that they had to run, they had been so close. His plum-shaped tip had teased her wet opening and had glided inside, however briefly. She squirmed on the seat, aching to feel him inside her.
She tried to ignore it. The adrenaline when they'd fled before the police arrived to arrest her had dwarfed the feelings for a while, but then they'd built up again.
She squeezed him, her aching breasts crushed against his back. She couldn't stand it any longer. She needed to feel him.
She ran her hand over the supple leather of his jacket, caressing his chest, but she couldn't feel him, so she slid her hand down and stroked over the front of his jeans. Up and down until she felt a bulge form.
Oh, God, she wanted him inside her. She pulled his zipper down and slipped her hand inside. As she stroked his thickening cock, still under the scant protection of his boxers, his hand grasped her wrist and held her still. Then he drew her hand away. Undeterred, she glided her other hand over his growing erection and slid under the cotton to wrap her fingers around him.
If he really wanted her to stop, he could pull over and tell her so. She stroked him and he released her other wrist, grabbing the handlebar of the bike again, his fingers clamping tightly around the grips, just like she gripped tightly around his hard shaft.
He shifted on the seat, then she felt the bike turn and he pulled off the highway onto a side road. She squeezed his big member, and drew it from his jeans, then stroked his length.
He veered off the road, then pulled onto the shoulder.
I guess he wants me to stop.
He dismounted the bike, drawing himself free of her hold, his face looking stern as he zipped himself back up. Then to her surprise, he slid her forward and mounted behind her. Suddenly, they were speeding forward again, but with his arm snuggly around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. She could feel his erection pressed against her backside, straining against his pants.
His hand slid up and stroked her breast, then he cupped it and kneaded it in his hand. The wind rushed past her face and she could barely catch her breath. Her nipples, swollen and hard, ached for him. He slid to her other breast and squeezed it, then his fingers traveled down to the hem of her T-shirt and slipped underneath. He cupped her breast again, then tugged down the lace cup to free her nipple. At the feel of his fingertips pinching her sensitive bud, she arched against him, her head resting back against his shoulder.
The wind rushing past her face ... the bike ... his touch ... all left her breathless and aching for more. He continued to stroke her, alternating from breast to breast. Sometimes cupping and stroking, sometimes teasing her nipples, until her senses were alight with intense desire.
Then he slid down her belly and unzipped her jeans.
Oh, God, his fingers slid inside and underneath her panties until he stroked her slick flesh. She opened her thighs wider and his fingers glided over her. She arched forward as he stroked her slick folds. The feel of his calloused, masculine fingers gliding into her soft, wet passage drove her wild.
Pleasure pulsed through her as he stroked deep inside her, then drew out and touched her clit. She moaned into the wind, then he tweaked and she gasped. He slipped inside her again, this time ignoring her aching clit.
He alternated, gliding deep inside her, and slipping out to tease her swollen button.
She wanted him inside her. She needed release.
As if reading her mind, he slowed the bike and pulled off the road. She glanced around and realized they were now on a small dirt road with trees all around. He pulled over and stopped the bike.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?" He pulled off his helmet as he dismounted, then unfastened hers and pulled it off.
Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue driving into her insistently. She opened for him and he filled her, driving deep, exploring her mouth with authority, his hands cupping her face.
Then he drew back and grasped her leg and pulled it over the bike so she was sitting facing him.
"Take off the fucking jeans."
She wiggled them down her hips and he pulled them off her legs. She watched with hunger as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. Then he stepped toward her and pulled aside the crotch of her panties. She moaned at the feel of his hot, hard member against her.
"Fuck, woman, you were driving me to distraction." Then he drove forward, impaling her.
"Oh, God." She clung to him, holding his body tight to hers, then he drew back, the ridge of his cock dragging on her passage, sending tremors through her.
Then he drove deep again and she moaned.
He drove into her again and again, her whimpers building to long steady moans as pleasure swamped her senses.
"Oh, Steele, yes."
He nuzzled her neck as he drove deep again. The feel of his lips heightened her senses and she cried out. Her nerve endings glistened with intense sensations and when he drove into her again, she felt the tidal wave begin.
"Oh, yes." She clung tight to his shoulders. "Steele, I'm ..." She gasped as pleasure rushed through her. "I'm coming." She wailed, throwing her head back as she shot to heaven, her body exploding in a tumultuous burst of ecstatic bliss.
He groaned as he thrust, then jerked forward, holding her tight against him as he pulsed inside her.
They stood like that for a long moment, ensconced in each other's arms. Finally, he smiled down at her, and kissed her, his hands cupping her cheeks.
"Now we need to get back on the road."
She smiled, feeling more content than she had in ... forever. "Yes, sir. Whatever you say."
* * *
It was getting late in the afternoon and Laurie's stomach was rumbling. Steele had grabbed a handful of granola bars and several bottles of water on the way out of the cabin this morning, but the two bars she'd eaten weren't enough. She wanted dinner and didn't know when or where Steele would stop to get something to eat.
But she knew he would take care of her. She rested her head against his solid back, her arms snug around his waist.
Steele veered off the main road onto another road that disappeared into trees. Soon they turned onto another smaller road and drove for a while. The road split at a Y junction and as Steele continued, after a short time, the gravel road diminished into a dirt road, then soon became a narrower path with clumps of grass studding the surface. He pulled into a clearing and stopped the bike by a big tree, then dismounted.
It was a lovely spot by a small lake, trees surrounding them, giving them lots of privacy, though this far off the paved road there was probably no one around for miles. The sun glittered on the calm surface of the water.
He pulled off his helmet and opened the storage compartment on the back of the bike and tugged out a blanket and spread it on the grass, then handed her a bottle of water. She opened it and took a swig.
He settled down beside her and gazed out over the water.
"This is a nice spot," she said.
He nodded. "We have several places like this across the country where we like to stop when we're in the area. Sort of regular places to camp. This one's well off the beaten track, so it's a good place to go when you don't want to be found."
"Do you often not want to be found?" she asked.
He shrugged. "We're not criminals if that's what you mean. But I like getting away from it all. I grew up in a city. Crammed into a little box called an apartment. Working all the time. I always wanted to get away. Ride the open road." He sipped his water. "Be free."
"So what stopped you?"
"Commitments. Time. Money."
"What kind of commitments?"
He gazed at her, his expression somber.
"I'm sorry. It's none of my business."
He sighed. "No, it's okay." He capped his water then stretched out on his side, head propped on his hand. "I had a little sister. Chrissy. Our mom ..." He shrugged. "She took off when I was a teenager, leaving just Chrissy and me to fend for ourselves. I dropped out of school and got a job. Several, actually, while trying to keep Chrissy in school."
"Where is she now?"
His eyes darkened in pain and she instantly regretted asking.
"She died of a drug overdose."
Laurie reached out and placed her hand on Steele's arm. "I'm so sorry."
"She was sixteen, in with the wrong crowd." He shook his head. "I tried to keep her safe, insisted she stop hanging with them, but she wouldn't listen. When I was home, I could keep on top of things, but I often worked nights as a bouncer, so I left her alone too much. Wild Card would look in on her when he could, but"—his hands balled into fists—"fuck, she still managed to get into trouble. I scared the shit out of the guys she dated, to make sure she didn't get pregnant, but ..." He just shook his head.
She took his hand, her stomach tightening at his obvious pain. "You did the best you could."
"If I'd done my best, she'd still be alive."
She stretched out beside him, facing him, and stroked his cheek. "Sometimes things happen ... people do things ... you can't control. It's not your fault."
He pursed his lips and said nothing. She knew he wasn't convinced, and nothing she could say would change his mind. All she could do was be here for him. Listen if he wanted to talk.
Now she understood why he had tried so hard to keep her at the cabin. He couldn't protect his sister, but he would do his best to protect her.
After a few moments of silence, he pushed himself to a sitting position and stared toward the sun hanging low on the horizon.
"The others should be here soon," he said. "You want to go for a swim?"
She would love to go in the water, especially since she'd had no chance to shower this morning, but she had no bathing suit and really didn't want to be swimming naked with Steele when the others showed up.
Though the idea of swimming naked with Steele was exciting. Of seeing him peel off his T-shirt and reveal that massive tattooed chest of his. And his impressive cock.
A shiver ran through her. She wanted to climb on top of him and ride him to heaven.
But the others would be here soon and she didn't want to be caught in an embarrassing situation.
"I think I'd like to just relax." She gazed at him. "You could go for a swim. I'll watch." She grinned.
He laughed. "I don't know if I should just give you a free show." He leaned down and brushed his lips on hers, then smiled, a gleam in his granite eyes. "Maybe you should entice me to take off my clothes."
He lay down and pulled her in for a deeper kiss. His hand found her breast and he cupped it in his big, warm hand. She leaned into his palm, loving the feel of his big fingers caressing her soft flesh.
"That's nice, but I don't really want to ... you know ... get naked when the others might arrive at any time."
He chuckled. "We don't actually have to get naked to fuck. We've already proven that."
He rolled her onto her back and prowled over her, covering her with his big, solid body, his rising erection pressing against her stomach. He tilted his pelvis, grinding his hard shaft against her mound, sending heat humming through her.
Oh, God, it felt so good.
But she pressed her hands on his shoulders and pushed.
"No, Steele, I'm really not comfortable with this."
He gazed down at her, then frowned, but he drew back.
"Because the others might show up in an hour?"
"Or earlier. I'd be ... embarrassed."
He sat up. "If you're going to be my woman and travel with the crew, you'll have to get over that kind of thing."
His woman? Travel with them? Was he serious?
The idea of traveling with Steele was exciting, but could she really live that way? And the idea of her being his woman was ridiculous. She hardly knew him.
She'd moved a lot as a kid, with her dad in the forces, and she'd always wanted a real home. When her parents had died when she and Craig were still young, they'd gone to live with her grandparents in Jasmineville. She had been about thirteen and found it difficult to make friends in a new town, still suffering from the loss of her parents. She had longed to have friends who knew her, whom she could talk to, share her deepest secrets with. She wanted a stable home, with a network of people who knew and cared about her.
She wanted roots.
She had started to build that dream. She had friends, though none as close as she'd like. She still seemed to keep up barriers, but she was working on that. And she'd bought a town house six months ago. Her own real home.
(Continues...)
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