Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(50)

Now that caught her interest. “How?”

“’Cause if you’re a Sinner, then they are Sinners. Shelly-Ann can’t hold them for f*cking ransom, and no one’s gonna do shit if I pick them up and bring them home. This is a Sinner town and the cops and social services will have to toe the f*cking line.”

“I’m going to say no.” She pushed up, trying to get his cock where she wanted it to go. Although tempting, his solution didn’t address the fact there was a court decision out there that said she was an unfit mother. If this ended when Jimmy died—and she didn’t want to think about being in any way complicit in his death—then she’d be on her own again and the authorities could still take her girls away.

But oh, for a chance …

Cade gave her an evil grin, then rolled until he was on top of her, his shaft hard and heavy between her legs. “If you want a taste of me, you’re gonna have to be mine.”

Desire curled through Dawn’s belly, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Maybe I don’t want a taste of you. Maybe I just want to go to sleep and pretend this conversation never happened.”

He eased to the side then thrust a thick finger into her wetness. “You’re gonna say yes, sweetheart, because by the time I’m done, you won’t be able to say anything else.”

“If you’re planning to sex me into agreeing to be your old lady, then there’s something I want,” she said as a plan formulated in her mind.

Cade kicked her legs apart and pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance. “And you’ll get it when you say yes.”

“That’s not what I mean. I know someone who might know how to find Jimmy’s private investigator, or the identity of the person who filmed the fake drug deal behind the school. If I could find at least one person who could testify it was all a setup, I would feel better about your promise to get my girls back because then I wouldn’t have to worry about the police or courts taking them away. Ever.”

“The people who were involved in that scam aren’t the kind of people who are going to stand up in court and confess.”

Dawn heaved a sigh, her arousal fading. “I have to try. I can’t live under the shadow of that decision. And I’m not about to do anything stupid. I’m just going to have a conversation, but it isn’t with someone I can see alone.”

Cade’s eyes darkened and his arms came up around her. “Who do you want to see?”

“Bunny.” A shady underworld kingpin and sometime human trafficker, with connections everywhere, Bunny was a man who traded in information. He knew everyone and everything. If you wanted something, he could get it. If you needed information, he knew it. But his services came with a price.

A price Dawn had already paid. Bunny had her mark, and it was time to call it in.

“Son of a bitch.” Cade’s muscles bunched under her hands. “No. Absolutely not. No f*cking way are you gonna see that slime-sucking dirt bag. Look what happened to Arianne.”

“He’s not the one who chained her in his basement and tried to sell her into slavery. That was her brother. And that other guy, the ex-Sinner who tried to slit her throat…”

“Axle.”

“Jeff and Axle were the ones who hurt her. Bunny saved her.”

Cade gave an irritated snort. “Only because Jagger beat the shit out of him after you brought Arianne to him to negotiate a deal.”

“He owes me, Cade. Jimmy made me dance. At strip clubs.” Her words came out so fast they ran over one another. This was a part of her life she didn’t want to share, but Cade had opened up about his past and she wanted to do the same. “Bunny had a table at the club where I danced. We had an arrangement Jimmy didn’t know about. So now I can call in a favor. If you don’t come with me, then Arianne will.”

“He saw you naked.”

She knew from his tone of voice exactly where this conversation was going to go. “Yes.”

“No.”

“I was asking for your help. Not your permission.” Dawn glared, although it wasn’t easy to be angry when he was naked, on top of her, and their heated conversation had clearly not diminished his arousal in the least.

“You get neither.”

“Then you don’t get an old lady.” She tilted her hips until he was poised at her entrance. “And you don’t get your sexy times.”

“That was supposed to be my line.”

Dawn eased down the tiniest bit. “Say yes, Cade, or we’re both going to suffer.”

He thrust deep and hard, filling her so completely she almost came right then.

“Yes,” he said.

Dawn leaned up and kissed him. “Yes.”





TWELVE

I will ride until the ride is done, and then I’ll ride again.

SINNER’S TRIBE CREED

Saturday night. Party night.

At least for the brothers without old ladies. For the brother whose impulsive nature had landed him with an old lady who didn’t want to be an old lady at all, the party Jagger had staged for the big announcement of Cade’s new “old man” status was a sedate affair. Sure the sweet butts, lays, house mamas, and hang-arounds had been invited, and as usual they were dressed to undress in skimpy minis and tiny tanks, but it was hands off for Cade and hands on for the unattached brothers in Riders Bar.