Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(32)
Cade leaned back in his seat, wincing when his shoulders hit the wooden frame. “You’re making me think you care.”
“I don’t. Go see all the strippers you want, but not if you think I’m your girl. Some women might not have a problem with it, but I do.” She stared at him for a moment, torn between turning and walking away and asking him if he was okay. She’d seen the deep knife cuts over his Sinner’s Tribe tattoo when she’d fixed him up the other night, the ultimate disrespect from one biker to another, and wondered if her household antiseptic was enough to clean wounds that deep. Now she suspected it hadn’t been, but knowing Cade, he’d be falling off his bike before he’d see a doctor.
“Something wrong with your back?” She licked the edge of the glass, and the burn on her tongue made her eyes water.
“’S good.” A smile played at the corners of his lips. “You thirsty?”
“Um. No. Just tasting.” She put down the glass. “Something is wrong with your back. I saw you wince and I saw what they did to you the other night. Why don’t you come to the stockroom and let me check it out?”
Cade’s brow creased. “Nothing’s wrong, so there’s nothing to check out.”
“Fine. I’ll just leave you to think about the stripper in your lap and the cuts on your tat and I’ll get back to work.” She turned to leave, at least she thought she did, but her feet were still planted firmly on the floor.
“You’re damn sexy when you’re riled.” His hand slid up her thigh, curling around her hip, and he pulled her gently between his spread legs. “And even more sexy when your compassion gets the better of you.”
Game over. She should never have let him touch her. Dark hunger gripped her belly, and she struggled against the heat coursing through her veins.
“My face is still bruised. Bruises aren’t sexy.”
“Yours are. Everything about you is sexy.” He shoved up her skirt, just an inch, his thumb stroking along her inner thigh. Dawn trembled, wanting more and hating herself for it. He’d just come from a goddamn strip club. She knew exactly what would have happened in the back room. And the kind of guys who used them …
“I’m in my work clothes.”
“Sexy little skirt.” He caressed her with both hands, smoothing his fingers over the curve of her hips to her waist. His fingers tightened and he stood and spun her around, guiding her the few steps to the hallway leading to the washrooms. Then he pushed her against the wall, his massive body hiding her from view.
“Cade. I’m working.” She studied the slightly off-kilter set of his shoulders, the weariness of his face, breathed in his scent of beer and bourbon. “And you’ve been drinking. A lot.”
“Stuff came up during an ambush. Stuff I’d buried a long time ago.”
Dawn frowned when his voice cracked. She didn’t really know that much about Cade—his family, his past, what he’d done before joining the Sinners, and what led him to the club. “You okay?”
Ignoring her question, he drew her closer, trailing his fingers over her ass, then cupping it in his broad palms, grinding her hips against his. “More compassion. And a sexy white apron with strings that hang over your lush ass.”.
“No…” Her voice caught. “You were just with … Delilah.”
He clasped her hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. Her fingers tightened involuntarily over his erection, hard as steel beneath his fly.
“You think I’d be this hard if I did anything at Peelers other than hanging at the bar, having a few drinks, and shooting the shit with some of the brothers? I put in my time so no one felt let down when, really, I wanted to be here. With you. I can’t f*cking stay away.”
A soft groan escaped her lips and she glanced around, concerned someone might see. But his hands were already on the move, sliding up her abdomen, circling her rib cage, and stopping just below her breasts.
“Sexy tight top that makes a man hard just looking at it,” he whispered in her ear. “If we were anywhere else, I’d tear it off and spend an entire evening worshipping your tits.”
She tried to pull away, but Cade wasn’t done. He tangled one hand through her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to his heated slide of his lips. He’d never been so aggressive with her before. So demanding. Dominant.
“Sexy beautiful throat.” He kissed the hollow at the base of her neck and her knees went weak.
“If you’re lying to me about Delilah—”
“Sexy soft jealous lips tell me you care.” He covered her mouth with his own and kissed her hard and fast.
“I’ll…” What? She’d never threatened anyone in her life. Even when she’d lived on the streets, she managed to find a safe haven with other street kids. What would Arianne say?
“Shoot off your balls.”
Seemingly unconcerned, Cade feathered kisses along her jaw. “Good thing I’m not lying ’cause I’m gonna need them right now. One taste of you and I gotta have more.” And then he thrust his thick thigh between her legs and rocked her gently. “Sexy wet *.”
“Cade. Stop.” Gritting her teeth against the delicious sensation, she wrenched herself away. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight. And even if we’re just having a good time, even if this isn’t real, I can’t handle your … other … Dancing Delilah.”