Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #4)(97)

She pressed her lips together and glared over her shoulder. “We don’t need to rehash all the humiliating details. But it just made me realize I need to learn how to use a gun. I’ve wasted enough of my life hiding and pretending I’m not part of the biker world when no matter what I do it finds me. In the crime lab, we analyze bullets, trajectories, bullet wounds, and casings, but I’ve never known what it feels like to hold a gun, how the recoil impacts the body, and how it burns your skin, and having a biker skill doesn’t mean I’m suddenly going to become a club—.”

Holt growled softly behind her. “Don’t say it. Even the thought of one of the brothers touching you…”

“Won’t happen,” Naiya said, teasing. “You see … I met this guy…”

“What guy?” Holt stiffened behind her.

“He’s a biker.” Naiya turned, nuzzled his neck. “Kinda cute. Longish blond hair. Perpetual scruffy beard. Rides a kick-ass bike. Has a serious overprotective streak. Not bad in bed.”

“Not bad?” He grabbed her ass and ground his erection against her. “You didn’t scream for ‘not bad.’”

“Maybe I need a reminder.”

“I’ll remind you that you’re mine.” He nipped her earlobe, and then licked the hurt away. “And you don’t need to use a gun ’cause you have me to protect you.”

Naiya arched her back, pressed her breasts against his chest. “Are you sure? It feels like you’ve got a new weapon for me to try.”

Heady with a newfound sense of power after his meeting with Jagger, torn between the need to protect Naiya and Tank and the need to avenge the grievous wrong done to him, and overwhelmed with the feelings he had for the beautiful woman in front of him, Holt wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her body, knowing it might be the last time they were together. “My room. Now. And I’ll show you some heavy artillery.”

“I have one more round to fire.” She walked through the trees to the box in front of the low target and bent down to take aim.

Fuck. Didn’t she understand? He needed her now. Crashing through the cover of the trees, Holt grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him.

Naiya startled and the gun shook in her hand. She looked back over her shoulder and laughed. “Where did you come from?”

“Your dreams.”

“I wasn’t dreaming about a big sexy biker pressing his package against my ass when I’m trying to shoot a gun.” She gave a little wiggle and f*ck she almost set him off.

“Too many men looking at this sweet ass.” He smoothed his hand over her cheek. “Thinking things they shouldn’t be thinking about something that belongs to me.” He kicked her legs apart and held her against the box with a firm hand against her lower back.

“Holt! What are you doing? What if someone comes out here?”

“I’ll shoot at them till they go away,” he growled. “I want you like this. After what just happened at the clubhouse, I’m in a mood for rough, and I don’t give a damn ’bout who sees us.”

Her voice caught. “What happened?”

“Got things settled in my mind about who I am, where I need to be, and what I got to do.”

She stilled, drew in a shuddering breath. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

But when she tried to get up, he pushed her back down. He would have her here. Hard and fast. And then he’d take her up to his room and give her slow and gentle, telling her with his body what he couldn’t say in words, saying good-bye. He reached around her, unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down.

“Holt!”

“We’re in the trees. No one’s gonna see us. And even if they were minded to come out here, Tank will keep everyone away.”

Naiya dropped her head to the box and groaned. “He knows?”

“He knows me.” Holt ripped open his fly, freeing his throbbing shaft from its restraint. He leaned over Naiya, pressed his lips against her ear. “I need you, darlin’. You ready for me?” He slipped a hand between her legs, found her wet and slick.

“Such a good girl. Always wet for me,” he whispered as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“You have a way of turning a girl on.”

“Only one girl I want to turn on.” Holt rubbed the head of his cock along Naiya’s slit, and she moaned.

“Pushing her down on a box at a shooting range beside a clubhouse full of bikers, telling her that you need her, and then ripping off her pants is a good start.”

“You like that?” He pushed inside her with one hard thrust.

“I like anything to do with you.” She arched her back, angling herself to take him deeper. Fuck. She was made for him. Holt grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, holding her still as he hammered into her.

“Yes.” She bucked against him. “God, you feel so good, Holt. So big and thick. So hard.”

Christ. He wondered if women knew what it did to a man to hear them talk dirty about his cock. He was so f*cking jacked, Jagger could come around the corner and he wouldn’t f*cking stop. He pulled back and thrust inside her, faster, harder, gauging her reaction. He was right on the edge, but he wasn’t going to come until she climaxed. After what she’d been through, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel used.