Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(107)
“Okay. It’s hot.”
Cade nuzzled her neck. “How hot?
“Someone get these two a f*cking hose.” Zane grabbed a beer from Hacker, who had been assigned the task of ensuring no biker was without a drink, and pointed at the fence. “There are children out there. Might corrupt their young minds.”
Dawn tore herself away from Cade to look. The boy peering in through the fence was no more than twelve, but tall and solidly built, his straight dark hair cut to his shoulders, and his skin a tawny gold.
“I don’t recognize him.”
“I’ll tell him to f*ck off.” Zane took a step toward the fence and Dawn pulled him back.
“He’s young, Zane. And he has to belong to someone. He’s probably just shy and no threat. Let him be.”
“Kinda looks like you.” Cade clapped a hand on Zane’s shoulder. “You sure you’re off women? Maybe you got a coupla kids you don’t know about it.”
“If I had a kid, I’d know about it. And he wouldn’t be running around the streets without his damn dad.”
“Keep saying things like that and I might think you have a heart after all.” Cade clasped Dawn’s hand. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I gotta take the old lady inside.”
“Cade…” She stopped in her tracks. “We can’t just leave our own party.”
“We did last time. And if I recall you weren’t complaining, babe. Screaming. But not complaining.”
Her body heated in an instant. “The girls…”
“Are in the middle of a yard full of Sinners. And I got a present for them. I want you to take a look.”
Dawn pressed her lips together. “If this is just another ploy to get into my pants…”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her ear. “You’re not wearing pants. You’re wearing a tight little f*ck-me skirt that shows off your perfect ass and your beautiful legs and all I could think about the minute you put it on was ripping it off. Which I will do. But later.”
“I was talking about a different kind of pants.”
“I want in those, too.”
She followed him into the house and up to their room. Cade had paid for the modest three-bedroom house in cash and refused her contribution, saying it was a good way to launder the club’s money and he didn’t want her involved. Although she loved the vaulted ceilings, sunny country kitchen, and dark hardwood floors, she didn’t have the heart to tell him it might already be too small.
“Before you show me what you got the girls, I have a housewarming present for you.” She turned away and leaned over the dresser. “Open it.”
With a low growl, Cade reached for her skirt and undid the zipper. “I was gonna wait to sex you up, but I’ve suddenly changed my mind.”
And then silence.
“Do you like it?” Dawn looked back over her shoulder at her very still, very quiet, very shaken old man.
“What did you do?”
“It’s a Sinner’s Tribe tat, exactly the same as yours, scars and all. I checked with Jagger that it would be okay and he wouldn’t consider it a dishonor to the club. His reaction was kinda like yours.”
Even the tattoo artist hadn’t been happy to add the jagged lines to match the scars that marred Cade’s tattoo. But she wanted Cade to understand that she accepted him, just the way he was. Loved him. Scars and all.
She felt the soft press of his warm lips against her back.
“You never cease to amaze me,” he murmured. “Or surprise me. Or move me in ways a biker shouldn’t be moved. It’s the best f*cking present I ever got.”
“You can thank me later,” she teased. “But now I want to see what you got for the girls.”
Jaw still clenched with emotion, he nodded to a box on the bed. Dawn removed the lid and looked inside.
“What are these?” She lifted out two small leather vests.
“Sinner cuts. For my girls.”
Dawn spun one of the vests around and stared at the miniature patches on the back. “PROPERTY OF CADE?”
He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest, his lips brushing over the soft skin on her neck. “All three of you are mine. Mine to look after. Mine to protect. Mine to love.”
“Well, if that’s the case, there’s one missing.”
“’Cause you’re wearing it.” His breath was warm and moist in her ear as his hand slid up to cup her breast. “And since we’re alone, I want to see you wearing your cut and your new tat and nothing else to celebrate our new home.”
She turned in his arms, her body trembling. This moment had gone so wrong with Jimmy. But this was Cade. And they had planned for this together. Wanted it. Hoped. Dreamed.
“I meant you’ll need something smaller … baby size.”
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SARAH CASTILLE
SINNER’S STEEL
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Zane flicked the throttle on his Harley and the bike surged forward, forcing Evie to tighten her grip around his waist.
He could do this.
The distance between Evie’s house and Bill’s shop couldn’t be more than twenty miles. And look. He’d already made it to the highway. If she would just stop wiggling on the seat behind him … and if she didn’t hold him quite so tight with her breasts pressed up against her back … and if her fingers weren’t dangling over the bulge in his jeans, which was getting more pronounced the closer she pressed her body against his.…then he might actually make it to the shop without either crashing the bike or spilling in his pants like a teenage boy.