Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(88)
You can’t stop people from doing what they want to do or being where they want to be.
Despite his best intentions, she’d made her choice.
She’d chosen to stay, and she wanted to stand and fight like a Sinner. So he would have her back. And then he’d convince her to make another choice—a choice that meant she would wear his cut and always be safe.
But right now, still primed from his fight, he wanted her with an intensity that took his breath away. Hard. Fast.
Mine.
“Up.” He tunneled a hand through her hair, urging her to her feet so he could claim her, sink his cock into her *, and give in to the incredible heat that burned between them. But it was too late. Her soft, warm hand wrapped around his cock, tugging him free, and then she licked him from balls to tip.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers tightened on in her hair, and instead of pulling her up, he drew her close. “You want to play, then we’ll play. Open up those lovely lips, beautiful, and show me what else that mouth can do.”
Her little pink tongue flicked out and danced over the tip of his cock, sending a jolt of lightning through his body. His woman. On her knees. Her silky blond hair a sexy tangle over her shoulders. Those lush, pink lips wrapped around his cock. Her breasts swaying gently as she moved …
Anyone could come around the corner. And the possibility of discovery just made the night all that much sweeter.
Too f*cking much. He fisted her hair and jerked his hips, stroking into her hot, wet mouth. “Suck me, beautiful.”
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and dragged her tongue along the underside as she pulled away. Then her hand tightened and she swirled her tongue around his length, then back again. Damn that felt good. She knew what she was doing, but he didn’t want to think about how she’d learned, or his scratch list would get even longer than it was.
His cock thickened and his hips surged up, driving him deeper into her mouth. She took him easily and he dared to push a little harder. Dawn stilled for a moment, then worked her mouth in counterpoint to her hand. Fuck. He almost lost it right there. His body thrummed with need, every muscle taut to the point of breaking. But he didn’t want her like this. He wanted—no, needed—her trust.
With a groan he pulled away and sat on the cool grass, his back against the brick wall. From this position he would be able to see anyone coming through the trees, and hear people coming around the corner. Still dangerous enough to keep the adrenaline pumping but secure enough to keep her safe.
“On my lap.” His words came out in a husky rasp. “Back to me.”
Still on her knees, Dawn tipped her head. “I want you like this.”
“And I f*cking wanted you like that, too. But it’s my turn for a game.” He gritted his teeth against the pain of his arousal. “Come.”
“So demanding, but okay. I’ll play.” She joined him at the wall, kneeling in front of him while he sheathed himself with a condom from his pocket. When he was certain he was in control, he shoved up her skirt and lifted her onto his lap, settling her with her back to his chest.
“This game is called trust.” He slid her panties down over her hips and ankles, and then he forced her knees apart, draping her legs on the outside of his, spreading her wide open.
“Cade! I can’t … what if someone comes?”
“Close your eyes.”
She stiffened and he cupped her mound with his palm. “Trust me, sweetheart. Trust me to keep you safe.”
Dawn trembled against him. He could almost feel her internal struggle, and his heart pounded in his chest. He needed this. Needed her. If she trusted him, she wouldn’t walk away. Even after Mad Dog was dead.
“I trust you, Cade.” She softened against him and closed her eyes.
Sweeter words he had never heard.
Cade stilled, listening to the party in the background, the wind in the leaves, and the scurry of animals in the underbrush. He heard a car door slam, a gate creak, and the steady thud of bass from the speakers the prospect had set up outside. The air was warm, fragrant with the scent of rich spring earth and newly mowed grass.
“If I recall, you were touching yourself here.” He slid one hand into her bra and cupped his hand over her left breast. Her heart pounded against his arm as he fondled the soft flesh, rolling her nipple until she squirmed on his lap. “This is mine to touch, sweetheart.”
She moaned softly and her skin heated beneath his palm, her nipple tightening into a hard bud.
“Very nice. Now I get to play with the other one.” He switched hands and teased her right breast until her breaths came fast and shallow.
“You like a little danger with your sex, don’t you, babe?” He widened his legs and Dawn shuddered.
“I’m too … exposed.”
“Yes, you are. Anyone coming around the corner will be able to see your pretty *, open and ready for me.” He pressed his palm over her mound, resting two fingers on either side of her clit. He loved that she would do this with him; trust him, follow him where he led. And right now, with his cock rock-hard and pressed between her soft cheeks, he was leading to a quick release.
“You’re so wet.” He stroked her clit and moved his legs wider, spreading her even more. “I like having you open so I can play.”