Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(41)

“That right there is what I mean. When those thick, beautiful, f*cking lips of yours say my name, all I can think about is you whispering it against my cock, right before I grab your hair, plunge inside and f*ck your mouth like it’s meant to be f*cked.”

His words flow down my spine and they lodge deep. If I close my eyes, I can see him doing that same thing and me…the woman who has hated sex…suddenly craves being weak with a man. What the f*ck is he doing to me? Can he hear how my breath catches and becomes ragged? Shit is he looking over my shoulder and noticing how hard my nipples are right now?

“You have a strange fascination with my mouth,” I tried to make that sound bored. I failed.

My body feels like it’s on the edge of a cliff and I’m scared to death of what will happen if I jump. Zander is not safe. I can’t control Zander. No longer than we were together, when he said those things at the club…he hurt me. He hurt me deeper than anyone had—not physically, but emotionally and with my past that’s an accomplishment. I’ve made so many bad decisions, what happens if he’s just another one? I’m leaving to go back to Kentucky soon. Would it be stupid to give in? Wouldn’t it be wiser to keep my distance? I’ve never wanted a man before Zander. Never. What happens if I pretend just once like I’m a normal woman without a f*cked up head, without a past that is going to get me killed someday? What happens if I give in and pretend?

“Hellcat, you have no idea, but I could show you, baby. I could show you a hundred different ways and I’d make damn sure you enjoy every…f*cking…one,” he says drawing my attention back to our conversation.

His last three words are paused and hoarse sounding. They are timed and in tune to the way his hand comes around and nudges my chin, so I look over my shoulder at him. He finishes his reply against my mouth and I open for his kiss without thought.

I drink in his taste. God, I’ve missed him.





Chapter 18




Crusher


It has taken a month of scoping out Nicole’s cell phone, and following leads from the greyhound station to find Dani. The bitch knows how to hide her tracks. The surveillance videos at the bus stop don’t even look like her. She hides her hair under a hat, she wears big, loose clothing and she never, not once, looks at a security camera. It’s like she instinctively knows where they are. That says a lot and what it says doesn’t make me happy. My woman has some deep, dark shit to tell me about and we’ll get there. Right now, I’m too overwhelmed with finally having her in my arms. I had almost given up hope it would happen. I thought it was over when I didn’t hear from her after that first week she left. The silence was deafening. Still, I couldn’t fully give up and now I’m here with her.

It’s been so long since I’ve had her in my arms, so long since I could take in her scent, touch her, breathe her in and just hold her. I can’t let her get away from me again. She turns completely in my arms, our lips never fully breaking apart. Then, my arms are full of her, my mouth is full of her tongue, my hands are full of her ass, and I use that to pull her hard against me—so tight even air can’t get between us. God, I’ve missed her.

Eventually, we’re forced to break apart to give our lungs oxygen. We pull away from each other’s lips slowly. That’s when I get it. Those eyes. The eyes that have haunted me the last few weeks, look up at me. They’re dark, intense and liquid with emotion. I need this woman. I need that look on her face every f*cking day.

“I’ve missed you, Hellcat,” I tell her before I can stop myself. Her forehead crinkles and I know she’s thinking about what she should say or do to stop this. It won’t work. There’s no stopping this and no matter what she says, I can tell she wants this as much as I do. I press my lips against the crease on her brow and just continue holding her.

“What you did was wrong.”

I don’t argue…I can’t argue.

“I am not a Twinkie! I won’t be shared with your crew, Zander. I won’t be talked about with your crew.”

“I was a drunken, f*cked-up, fool, Hellcat. I didn’t mean the shit my mouth was spewing. It won’t happen again.”

“I don’t think we should happen, I mean it was only supposed to be for sex anyway and…”

I imprison her chin in my hands and pull enough until she looks up at me.

“I. Was. A. Fool. Gunner said something that pissed my whiskey-soaked brain off and I said shit without even meaning it. I don’t think of you like that, Dani. I told you, you are mine. Mine, Hellcat and I sure as f*ck ain’t sharing you with no-f*cking body.” I lay it bare. I owe her this. I just hope I get through to her. When she doesn’t respond I say again, “You’re mine, Hellcat.”

“And who are you exactly?” A man asks from behind Dani. I look up at him and take him in. Overgrown muscles, a too pretty face and much too cocky. He needs to step back from my woman immediately. I move my hand up to Dani’s side and pull her into my side and facing the *. He’s not getting near her.

“What’s it to you?” I ask, ready to take him down.

“Zander…”

“I asked you a question, pretty boy. Is there some reason you’re interrupting me and my girl?”

“Your girl?”