Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(33)

Oh God. Did she just say “Dancing Delilah”?

“I don’t want her. I want you.”

“If you wanted me, why did you go to Peelers?”

“Because I didn’t want to want you.”

She stroked his cheek, rough with stubble. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and now that she was closer she could see lines of weariness marking his brow. Haggard.

“Then why did you come here?”

“Because everything is better when I’m with you.” He clasped her hand and pulled her down the hallway. With a quick look back over his shoulder, he pushed open the door to the ladies’ restroom and dragged her inside.

“What are you doing?” But she knew exactly what he was doing, and she was more than fully on board with the program.

He closed and locked the door, then flicked on the light. Both stalls were empty. He pushed her against the burnt-orange wall and settled his hands possessively on her hips.

“I need you, sweetheart, and I need you now.” He angled his head and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss that ripped a moan from her throat.

“What happened when you were on the road? Talk to me, Cade. Let me help.”

Cade smoothed his broad hands over her hips and raised her tight skirt, his fingers curling around the hem as he tugged it up to her waist. “Nothing for you to worry about.” He kicked her legs apart, cupped her mound. Dawn gasped, her brain trying to catch up with her body’s instant response to the focused intensity of his sensual assault.

“I am worried. I’ve never seen you like this.”

His hand rocked, rubbing her through her panties until she was grinding against him; so wet she ached to feel him inside her.

He clasped her hand and pressed it against his shaft, rock-hard beneath his fly. “I want to be inside you. I want to forget. Something about you. So sweet. Soft. Sexy. You light up the darkness.” He brushed his lips over her ear, whispering dark secrets, things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to make her come. Then he slipped his hand into the front of her panties and slid his fingers through her folds, teasing her clit. “Only thing you need to know is I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She tried to pull back, but he thrust his finger deep inside her wetness and she panted her breaths, head spinning as the rush of sensation threatened to carry her away.

“You need me.” He added a second finger, stretching her, thrusting harder this time. Dawn’s heart thundered, blood pounding through her ears.

“You need me like I need you. Say it.”

The door shook with a heavy blow and Banks shouted outside. “Dawn? You okay? What’s going on?”

“Just a minute,” she called out.

Cade’s eyes narrowed. “He wants you.”

“You think everyone wants me.” She reluctantly pulled back and tugged down her skirt.

“They do. You’re sexy as f*ck.” His chest heaved, his eyes hot, the bulge in his jeans betraying his need. “Benson I can handle. Mad Dog, too. Banks might be a problem. He took down six men in less than three minutes when Jagger decided to bring him to the clubhouse for questioning. Might just have to shoot him.”

Her lips turned up in a bemused smile. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t. You’ve already put one of my jobs at risk.”

Cade made a quick self-adjustment and then nodded for her to open the door. “Won’t shoot him unless he touches you.”

“Much obliged.”

He brushed his knuckles lightly over her cheek. “Still wanna f*ck you.”

“I get off at midnight.”





EIGHT

I will never dishonor my colors.

SINNER’S TRIBE CREED

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Cade shot back his bourbon and closed his eyes as the thick, sweet liquid burned its way down his throat. What the hell was wrong with him?

If Banks hadn’t knocked on the door, he would have taken her in the restroom. Over the sink. Her hair twisted around his hand, back arched, legs wide as he plunged his cock deep into her hot, wet *.

Only Dawn could push the demons away. He’d never felt a connection with anyone in his life, but during the two nights he’d spent with her, he’d felt no pain, suffered no flashbacks. He had wanted those nights to go on forever, and when she left him, he hadn’t been able to shake the memories. He’d imprinted. Like a goddamn newborn chick.

He watched her work her way through the bar, the grace of her movements, the ring of her laughter, the brightness of her smile marred by the fading bruises on her face. He imagined his hands on her ass, his fingers in her hair, his mouth on her soft lips, his cock inside her slick, wet heat. He liked her compassion, her sass and directness. When she was annoyed, she let him know it, and damn she’d been pissed about Delilah.

Christ, he’d liked that little flare of jealousy. Her indignant sniff and the flush in her cheeks were the only things that told him he wasn’t wasting his time. Everything about Dawn screamed sex, but there was something more that kept bringing him back. He’d never been so inexplicably drawn to a woman in his life.

Apparently the bunch of losers in the corner felt the same. They’d been harassing her all evening, but the bouncer kept them in line. Now, however, the bouncer was occupied with a belligerent drunk and one of the biker wannabes was trying to pull Dawn onto his lap.