Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(76)

“Kinky bastard,” she murmured when he returned to the bed, resuming his position in a straddle across her hips.

“I take that as your consent to go ahead with my plan.” He tied one of the nylons around her wrist and then drew her arm up over her head, pausing as he slid it between the bars of her headboard. “Yes?”

Her heart thudded against her ribs. “Maybe I just want it missionary style.”

“Says the woman who was down on her knees with her beautiful lips around my cock not so long ago.”

Dawn smiled. “That was a good night.”

“This one will be better.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Do you trust me, babe?” he asked again.

“Yes.” She answered without thinking, but almost immediately she felt the truth of the word. Knowing the lengths he would go to protect her, and tonight, when he’d watched over her girls … yes, she trusted him, in a way she’d trusted no one else.

He tied the nylon to the headboard then slid a finger between the fabric and her wrist, ensuring it wasn’t too tight.

“Those are very expensive nylons. You’d better not get runs in them.” She wiggled beneath him, brushing her taut nipples over the soft cotton of his T-shirt. “I’ll need them for when I run the restaurant I’m going to buy from you with the skills I’ll learn at college.”

“Behave.” He pinched her nipple hard and Dawn let out a moan.

“Christ.” He tied a second nylon to her other wrist and then through the headboard slats. “Maybe I’ll have to gag you, too, or I’m not gonna last.”

“You don’t want to do that, or you won’t get the benefit of my mouth.”

Cade laid a finger against her lips. “The kinda sass that comes outta that mouth makes me f*cking hard, babe. So careful or I’ll go ahead with that plan.”

She tilted her head and drew his finger between her lips, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. Then she swirled her tongue over the tip and around the length. He tasted of leather and chrome, with a hint of outlaw danger.

Cade stilled, his eyes riveted to her mouth, his chest heaving beneath his cut. She could feel the weight of his cock beneath his jeans, pressed against her stomach. God, she wanted him bad.

Gently, he drew his finger away and brushed the hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her temple. “I’m f*cking addicted to you. I can’t get enough, and the more I have, the more I f*cking want, till I’m thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day.”

“That was sweet, except for the cuss words.”

He lifted an admonishing eyebrow, and then tested her bonds. “You think you’re really in a position to give me attitude?”

“If you take off your jeans, I will be.” She licked her lips. He tore off his clothing.

Naked, his cock proudly erect, he knelt over her, giving her a long moment to appreciate the taut planes and angles of his body. Damn, he was perfect. From his lean, narrow waist to his broad shoulders, and from his firm pecs to the rippling six-pack, partially hidden by the soft downy trail leading to his shaft, thick and heavy, the head pink with the promise of pleasure.

“Are you wet for me?”

“I get wet just thinking about you,” she whispered.

“Always knew she was a dirty girl.” His words vibrated over her skin as he worked his way up her body, kissing every inch of skin. “My dirty girl.”

“Your old lady.”

Desire sparked in his eyes, fierce and hot. “Mine.”

And then he reached her breasts and she couldn’t speak for the need pounding through her veins. He took his time, his hands stroking and squeezing as he sucked and licked her nipples. Dawn writhed on the bed, pulling against the bonds until they chafed her wrists.

“If you hurt yourself, I’ll throw you over my knee and spank you,” he murmured against her breast.

“This just gets better and better. Or maybe it’s worse and worse. I can’t tell anymore. The only thing I know is that I need to come so bad it hurts.”

“Hmmm.” Cade stroked his jaw. “Hurting is bad.”

“Very bad.”

He cupped her sex with his warm hand then pushed a thick finger inside her wetness. “Does it hurt here?”

Dawn’s body arched at the exquisite intrusion and she ground against his finger. “I don’t think your itty-bitty finger can reach where it hurts. Maybe you should use something bigger.”

A cheeky smile played over his lips, and he added a second finger, pressing against her sensitive inner walls. “Like this?”

“Not bad.” She yanked impatiently against the restraints, digging her heels into the bed, trying to get more of what he was holding tantalizingly just out of reach. “But maybe you have something even bigger and more … satisfying.”

“Maybe I do.” He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, making her eyes water with the sheer pleasure of his touch. “But you don’t get that until you come for me.” He thrust in deep, and then pumped hard. Dawn’s hips jerked, matching his rhythm, and the headboard banged against the wall.

“Shhhh, babe.” He grabbed the headboard with his free hand. “You wake the girls and I guarantee you a night of frustration.”

“It’s already a night of frustration.” She moaned and rocked against his hand. “Make me come.”