Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #4)(111)

Tank bristled. “What’s wrong with Indie Rock?”

“Calm down.” Naiya put a hand on Shaggy’s arm. “It’s bad enough I have two overprotective men to deal with every day, but now that you’re in the mix it’s almost suffocating. I’ll be fine. Pregnant women go to concerts all the time. Maybe if the baby hears enough music, we’ll have another Robert Plant or Stevie Nicks on our hands.”

“Jesus Christ,” Shaggy muttered. “Not f*cking likely if you’re going to see Fractured Skyway. You stay here tonight. I’ll play good stuff for the baby: Steppenwolf, Hendrix, Meatloaf, a little ACDC, Judas Priest…”

“Seriously?” Tank snorted. “You want him to have no musical taste?”

While Shaggy and Tank argued over what music would be best for her baby, Naiya headed over to the office and knocked on the door. Holt insisted that she come to him when she got home from work every day, no matter what he was doing. He stepped outside moments later and swept her into his arms.

“How’s my baby today?”

“Which one?” She leaned up to kiss his cheek, bristly with the now-usual four days’ growth.

“Both.” His hand slipped between them, and he stroked her rounded stomach.

“We’re both better now that we’re home.” She leaned her cheek against his chest and Holt hummed his pleasure. He had filled out so much since she’d first met him in Viper’s dungeon that she sometimes didn’t recognize his broad, muscular frame from a distance. He had a calm confidence now that commanded attention, and a way of getting people to do what he wanted without resorting to violence. Tank said he was a bit of the old Holt and a bit of the new.

“I could hear Tank and Shaggy arguing from inside.” He pulled her close, brushed his lips over her hair. “No way am I letting you go to Whitefish.”

Naiya stiffened and tried to pull away, but Holt held her tight. “Don’t try to boss me around. You’re not my president, Holt. If I want to go—“

His hand dipped down into her skirt, skimming over her mound, and his fingers brushed over her clit. “I had something else in mind for tonight.” His voice was low, raw with sensual promise. “I’ve been neglecting you, darlin’ and I want to make it right.”

Naiya laughed. “We had sex yesterday, twice the day before, and three times on Sunday. I hardly feel neglected.”

“But I do.” He leaned down, brushed his lips over hers. “Shaggy can go with Tank, and I can take you home and do all the things I’ve imagined doing to you all day.” He placed her hand over the bulge in his jeans, and she rubbed her palm over the ridge of his erection.

“Someone’s been a naughty boy,” she murmured. “How could you work when you were thinking about sex all day?”

“I’m a man.”

“Yes, you are,” she murmured. “All man and all mine.”

“And you’re mine. My sweet, beautiful geeky girl.”





Read on for an excerpt from the next book by

SARAH CASTILLE





NICO


A Mafia Romance (Ruin & Revenge #1)

Coming soon from St. Martin’s Paperbacks

“You think I won’t hurt you because you’re a woman?” Nico tugged his weapon from its holster and held it under Mia’s chin, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I don’t give a damn about tradition, bella. All I care about is making sure justice is done.”

“Holy shit. Oh god. Mia!” Jules sucked in a deep breath and Mia cut her off before she screamed.

“I’ll be fine, Jules. He’s not going to shoot me in a public place with family all around. But you go. Let Dante know we’re here.” She didn’t drop her gaze from Nico’s, didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of seeing her scared because, dammit, she hadn’t done anything wrong. And she wasn’t going to be intimidated by anyone ever again.

“You underestimate me,” he said softly as Jules’ footsteps faded away.

“And you misjudge me.” She palmed her knife and slowly moved her hand to his groin. “I suggest you lower that gun or you won’t be passing on the tradition of shoving your gun in the face of a woman to any Toscani sons.” She jerked her hand upward, just enough so he could feel the blade.

For the briefest of seconds, surprise flickered across his face, but it was so fast she wondered if she’d seen it. His jaw tightened, and he growled. “Drop the knife.”

“Drop the gun.”

He held her gaze for another heartbeat and lowered the weapon. “You are your father’s daughter.”

“If I didn’t hate him so much, I’d take that as a compliment.” Mia hiked up her skirt to tuck the knife away and Nico hissed in a breath.

She looked up, her body heating at the raw desire in his eyes. “You like women with knives?” She slid the knife into its sheath and looked down as she straightened her dress to hide the flush in her cheeks.

“There’s nothing as sexy as a woman with a weapon.” He gave her a slow, sensual smile.

Mia snorted a laugh. “I think sex was the last thing on your mind when I had my knife between your legs.”

The deep rumble of Nico’s voice vibrated through her body. “Sex was all I was thinking about.”