Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(43)

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Apparently a few drinks and lame jokes is all it takes to make men best friends because Zander, Ray and Paul have all been joking and laughing, so much that they’re annoying the hell out of me.

“Don’t you have a job here or something?” I remind Ray, because I want to talk with Zander, or at least I think I do. It would be nice to at least have that option. He looks at me and that smirk he is wearing, annoys me. He knows what he is doing.

“I am working Kitten, I’m on a break.”

“It’s been an awful long break,” I mutter into my drink.

“She’s right, Crusher. We’ll talk tomorrow I figure.” He turns back to me before Zander responds, “I take it you’re going home with him and not Paul and me?”

“I don’t…”

“Yeah, I got her,” Crusher says interrupting my denial.

“Good job. I’ll probably stay with Ray then until clean-up is done. It’ll be late so we may stay in the office apartment in the back. Since you have company and all,” Paul adds, being about as subtle as a Mack truck.

“Jesus, why not just say Dani, we’re getting lost so you can get your brains screwed out by the hot cowboy-biker,” I mutter and apparently not too quietly because Crusher laughs—loudly, Ray and Paul do too.

“Paul and I are going to get lost so you can get your brains screwed out by the hot biker. Is that better, Kitten?”

“Oh loads,” I answer sarcastically. I ignore them all. When they leave, I continue ignoring Zander. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him stand up. He’s hovering over me waiting for a reaction. I don’t give him one. Apparently he can’t appreciate that he’s being ignored because instead of letting me continue, he sighs heavily (and loudly), then picks me up in his arms and starts walking out of the bar. Now I could complain and whine, but I don’t want to. I’ve wanted to be in Zander’s arms and alone with him since that kiss. So, I just lay against him and enjoy the feel of him holding me. In fact, it’s so nice, I decide to play.

I use my hand to pull his shirt up out of his jeans and slide my hands against the warm skin of his stomach. I push until the shirt is wadded up under his arms and then I slide my tongue against his nipple, flicking it before sucking it hard into my mouth with a groan. I’ve missed his taste.

Zander grunts softly. “Are you horny, Hellcat?”

I smile, biting down on his nipple. My man isn’t one for sweet words and seduction. My man. I like that. He can be mine, at least for a while. Surely the universe owes me that? I use my hands wrapped around him to pull his head down to me.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper into this ear.

“Have you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I’ve even dreamed about you,” I confess, using my nails to lightly rake down his stomach, grazing his nipples. God, surely we’ll be at his car soon.

“What was I doing in these dreams?” He growls, as I pinch his nipple, and bite down on the lobe of his ear at the same time.

“Fucking me,” I answer, knowing my words are getting to him and intending on making sure I drive him crazy. Somewhere in the back of my mind I marvel that I can be this free with Zander, even after he was such an ass. I’ll think about that tomorrow, tonight I want to be laid a lot. Is it my imagination or did the speed of Zander’s steps pick up? Not my imagination, I think because a second later we’re standing at his truck. He drops me gently to the ground so I’m standing. I lean against the side of the truck bed, and then his lips are on mine and he’s claiming my mouth. I don’t know how long we stand there kissing. I do know when we break away I have to heave oxygen into my system. His hands go to my waist and he’s undoing my belt. I should tell him no. We’re outside and though we’re mostly hidden by his truck and the car beside us, it’s still out in the open. I don’t. Instead, I unlatch his belt and go for the button and zipper next. I want…no, I need him inside of me.

“How was I f*cking you, sweetheart? Tell me.” He orders, his voice deep and laced with need. I’m so wet and aroused that I don’t even argue when he pulls my tank top off and I’m standing outside with nothing covering my breasts but a white lace bra. He drapes my tank over the side of his truck and then pushes my pants down off my hips.

For a minute, my nerves get me. Then, I take in the look in his eyes and the need dripping off of him. That’s for me. Me. So I push it away and concentrate only on the here and now and Zander.

“You were eating my *, making me come over and over.”

“Does my woman like it when I eat out her sweet, little cunt?”

“God, yes.”

“That’s good to know, but I’m not going to eat you out right now. Do you know why, Hellcat?” He says, and his coarse words stall me. I can’t do anything but shake my head no.

He reaches down and finishes what I started with his pants. Pushing them off his hips, I notice he’s not wearing underwear. Zander always goes commando and I don’t think I truly appreciated that fact until just now. He takes his large, swollen cock into his hand and starts stroking it. My eyes are glued to his movements. I watch him slowly and firmly stroke his cock, moving slowly back and forth. The head of his cock is slick, wet, and glistens under the yellow beam of the outside light that illuminates the parking lot.