Riding Steele: Wanted

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Riding Steele #4: Wanted

Also by Opal Carew

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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.