Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(105)

“More. Don’t stop.” She ground against him, rocked, and when finally he slid his finger over her clit, her orgasm crashed through her, waves of pleasure rippling outwards, carrying her away.

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Cade gritted his teeth as Dawn’s * clenched around him in wave after wave of wet heat. He’d never denied himself for so long or been so hard that he no longer knew the difference between pleasure and pain. But he wanted this night to last. He wanted to erase every last memory she had of Jimmy. With love. With him.

Dawn coming on top of him in his cut was a luscious treat: the sway of her rounded curves, the tremble of her legs, and the soft moan from her rosy lips. He slid his hands between her thighs to open her to him. Her labia glistened, pink and swollen around his cock, and he bit back a groan and tried to think about the fuel leak on his bike, the hamburger he had for dinner—anything other than the insistent throb of his cock.

He had other plans for her tonight, but when her body softened, languid on top of him, her head falling back, her beautiful golden hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, he couldn’t take any more. He’d never been so painfully aroused. He had to have her.

He rolled until he was on top, his cock still hard, throbbing inside her, and then he lifted her arms and wrapped her hands around the wooden posts of his headboard. “Hold on.”

Still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, she gasped when he caught her nipple in his teeth. He licked and sucked her nipples until she was writhing on the bed, each jerk of her body sending another pulse of desire through his cock.

“Legs over my shoulders.” His breaths came in pants and sweat beaded on his forehead. He wanted to lick her all over, taste the sultry sweetness between her legs, but she was driving him insane.

Dawn braced herself on the headboard and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. The position opened her fully to him, aroused her, if her panting breaths were any indicator; his body shook with the effort of holding still.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her hot, wet sheath and then slid a pillow under her hips to give her the support she would need when he took her as deep as he could go. So deep she would know only him. His cock. His passion. His love.

“Cade…” The pleading note in her voice pleased him. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her.

He drew back and slid into her, filling her hard and fast, the angle giving him maximum penetration. Her moan was deep, primal, and he lost the last threads of his control. God, she was tight. And wet. And hot. So goddamn hot.

“Relax,” he commanded. “Let me in. Take all of me.”

He withdrew and then thrust in again, pushing deeper. This time she whimpered and he quickened his pace, hammering into her but always keeping up the pressure on her sensitive spot.

Dawn trembled, her heels digging into his back. The wounds had healed and he felt no pain. He slowed his pace, overwhelmed by how perfectly her needs met his, how beautifully she responded to his gentle commands.

“Come for me, babe.” He stroked her with a slow, insistent rhythm that brought her to a powerful, rippling climax. Her deep-throated groan sent him over the edge and he pounded into her until his balls lifted and his cock stiffened. His climax came hard and fast, a frenzied burst of pleasure.

“You are mine,” he whispered. “Mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to love.” And then he slid one finger over her clit and stroked until she came again.





TWENTY-SEVEN

I will live my life with no regrets.

SINNER’S TRIBE CREED

“Mommy!”

Maia and Tia waved to Dawn from the road outside the school. They were wearing new pink-and-purple outfits, all ready for the housewarming barbecue Dawn had organized for later that afternoon.

The steady rush of an autumn breeze chilled her skin, pulling a few curls free from her ponytail. Dawn pulled her cut tight around her and pushed back the wayward strands just as Cade pulled up on his bike beside her.

“Did I make it?”

“They just got out.” She looked up just as Maia and Tia clasped hands and stepped onto the road.

“Crosswalk.” Cade’s loud voice carried over the after-school chatter and the whistle of the wind; it carried across the street and into the ears of two little girls who knew very well that if they ran across the road, there would be hell to pay. And not just from their mom.

Dawn heard that voice at home and in the clubhouse, in restaurants and in bars. She heard it at school plays and picnics, but only once at a ballet recital because Cade didn’t like to see his girls “wearing next to nothing” on stage. That voice had coaxed her deepest, darkest fantasies from her lips and made her believe, after six happy months, maybe dreams really could come true.

“Christ,” Cade muttered as they made their way to the crosswalk. “Every f*cking day. Why don’t they remember? I’m gonna stop coming here because one of these times I’ll have a goddamn heart attack. Even when I was on the road, I’d see a crosswalk and get worried all over again.”

Cade had never talked about his road trip with Dax, T-Rex, and Hacker before. But he didn’t have to. The morning after he returned, she found a framed photograph of her parents on his pillow when she woke up. And when she went to the kitchen and found him making pancakes with her girls, she had been too overwhelmed with emotion to ask. But she didn’t have to. He had promised to protect her and now there were two people who would never hurt her again.