Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(54)

Heat sparked between them and she wondered if he knew what she was feeling. She liked her hands on Cade. Maybe too much. She liked everything about him, from his loyalty to his possessiveness, from his gentleness to his ferocity. And he was right about Jimmy. She couldn’t take him on alone when he came part and parcel with the Devil’s Brethren. Would it really be so bad to accept the Sinners’ help?

And afterward? What would happen when they both had their justice? Already, she couldn’t imagine not having him around, feeling his arms around her, watching him laugh with her girls, lying with him in bed at night knowing she was totally and utterly safe.

A dangerous place to be for a woman who had sworn off bikers for life.

Standing in his arms right now was also a dangerous place to be. Especially with the weapon straining against his fly. She had plans for that weapon and they involved the white lace corset, garters, and panties she’d bought for the occasion.

Time to focus on now, and worry about the future later.

Weapons shouldn’t be wasted.





THIRTEEN

I will do without question what has to be done for honor, for loyalty, and for my brothers.

SINNER’S TRIBE CREED

He couldn’t stop himself. Even though his back burned, it was nothing compared with the pain of keeping his desire at bay. He had to have her. And it had to be now.

“You made me a promise. Now I intend to collect.” His arms snaked around her and he crushed her to his chest, trapping her hand between them. He could hold her forever. A balm for his soul.

“Here? Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere … private?” Her head tipped back and he leaned down and kissed her. Soft lips. Sweet kiss. She tasted of the bourbon she’d sipped from his glass, smooth and rich, and he licked the stickiness from her lips. Dawn melted against him and his cock throbbed, pressed against his fly, blindingly painful, as if he’d been wanting her forever.

Maybe he had.

“Can’t wait. I’ll do you here, then I’ll take you home and f*ck you there, too.”

“Does this mean you aren’t angry at me anymore for twisting your arm to see Doc Hegel?” She reached up with her free hand, tangling her fingers through his hair, pulling him down. Her soft moan cranked him higher and he thrust his tongue in her mouth and devoured her, leaving no inch untouched.

“I could never be angry with you, although you seem to have picked up the old lady attitude pretty damn fast.”

“Good to hear.” She dragged his hand up her thigh, pulling up her dress until the tops of her stockings were visible, complete with their little elastics. “Because I bought this for you.”

“White lace.” Cade breathed out his appreciation. “I would have picked white for you if I bought it myself. So beautiful against your skin. Like an angel.”

He yanked her dress up higher, revealing her garter belt and the thin strip of matching lace panties. “A naughty angel.”

Cade traced his finger along the edge of her garter belt. God, he loved the lingerie women wore. Light and filmy, smooth and sexy, lace and leather, and ribbons that he wanted to pull, unwrapping the treasures just visible beneath. Did women have any idea what it did to a man to get a peek at something he shouldn’t see?

But Dawn … in this … So f*cking sexy he could barely breathe.

He lifted her and settled her on the desk, parting her legs with his hips to give him better access.

“You’re hurt…”

He cut off her protest with two hands around her heart-shaped face, tilting her head back so he could ravage her mouth some more.

“Cade…”

Even as she kissed him, even as her hands smoothed over his shoulders and her fingernails dug into his skin, he heard the hesitation in her voice. Desperation seized him. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. He wanted her to need him as he needed her. He wanted her to know him as he was now, consumed by her, and not the Cade that went from bed to bed looking for what now trembled in his arms.

So he threaded his hand through her hair and tugged her head back because he knew she loved it.

So he slid his lips down her neck, to that sensitive spot on her shoulder that made her moan.

So he yanked the dress over her head, baring her to him, knowing his dominance aroused her.

But he wasn’t prepared for what lay beneath. Creamy, voluptuous breasts nestled in a froth of white lace. A pure, lush, decadent feast. A bride. And he was a bastard because he was going to take her here on a hard desk in a filthy office, instead of a nice soft bed in a fancy hotel room, and there was f*ck-all he could do about it. He’d never felt want as he felt it now: pulsing, throbbing, pounding want.

“Dawn, babe. You are so beautiful you could make a priest sin.”

“Good thing then I already have a Sinner.”

When his palm cupped the smooth perfection of her breast, and his thumb brushed gently over her taut, rosy nipple, he couldn’t hold back. With a groan, he eased her back on the desk, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“What my old lady wants, my old lady gets.” He smoothed his hands along her inner thighs, his fingers brushing over the lace tops of her stockings and along the garter elastics, until he reached her lace panties. She liked lace. He remembered tearing lace panties off her before, the soft rend of material as erotic a sound as her whimper when he stroked her wet *.