Riding Steele: Wanted
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

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