Sinner's Steel (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #3)(75)

“Suck me, sweetheart.” He smoothed his hand through the silken strands of her hair. “Take me in that hot, wet mouth. Suck me deep. Make me come.”

And that was pretty much the end of slow, soft, and gentle. But she didn’t seem to mind.

“I always wanted to taste you,” she said, dropping her head to take him in her mouth. His girl didn’t tease. She tongued his length, hard and fast, then she followed her taste with a lick over his crown before she taking him in deep. Zane bucked his hips, tightened his grip on her hair, holding her still as he jerked and plundered her mouth.

Undaunted by his control, she sucked with a steady rhythm, her mouth moving up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling over tip and base, while one hand cupped and squeezed his balls. When she slid her tongue over his opening, he clutched the duvet and groaned. Christ. If she kept that up, he would lose it before they even started.

“Need to be inside you.”

“Need to finish what I started.”

He felt the vibration of her voice through his cock and he almost spilled into her hot, wet mouth.

“No.” Gently, he tugged her head back and she released him with a soft sigh. He grabbed a condom from his night table and sheathed himself, then settled her on top as he stretched out on the bed, knees on either side of his hips, the head of his cock at her entrance.

“Zane.” She rocked against his grip until he slowly lowered her down, inch by inch over his throbbing shaft. She felt so good. So right. So hot and wet he could barely hold on. He pulled her down for a hard kiss, his lips demanding all she had and more.

“More.” She ground against him, and Zane thrust his hips up, driving deep until a groan ripped from her throat. He liked that she told him what she wanted, but even more that she did what he asked.

“Touch yourself. Your nipples. I want to see your pleasure.”

Evie sat back and cupped her breasts as she rode him, pinching her nipples until they were tight, hard peaks. How many nights had he fantasized about her as he stroked himself to release, never imagining she would be even more beautiful than the memory, or that it would feel so right? When he felt her * clench around him, he feathered his fingers over her clit and teased her until she moaned.

“Harder. Don’t stop.”

“Come for me, Evie.” He pinched her clit and she sucked in a sharp breath, her inner walls gripping him hard, and then she came with a low, guttural groan, shuddering around him. Too much. He couldn’t wait. Still buried inside her, he flipped them over and slid one hand under her thigh, lifting her right leg over his shoulder, spreading her wide.

“Oh, God … I can’t … not again.”

“Yes, again. Come with me.” He hammered into her, his muscles taut to the point of breaking, sweat beading on his brow. And when he felt her ripple around him, heard her moan of pleasure, he gave in to his need. The climax tore through him, arching his back as he pumped deep inside her, his senses filled with her beautiful face, the scent of her sex, the slickness of her skin.

When the last ripples of her orgasm had faded away, he released her and rolled off, then pulled her to his chest, skin to skin as they heaved their breaths together.

“My beautiful Evie,” he murmured in her ear. “Mine before. Mine now. Mine always.”

“Say it again,” she whispered.

“Which part?”

“The part where I get to be yours.”

He kissed her softly. “Always, sweetheart. No matter what happens, you will always be mine.”

*

He waited until she fell asleep, her body soft and warm against him, her breathing deep and regular. Then he eased himself off the bed, pulled on his clothes, and shrugged his cut over his shoulders. From the dresser drawer he pulled out his holsters and strapped them over his body. From the closet he carefully lifted his duffel bag and drew out his weapons—knives, guns, throwing stars, and chains. When he was fully armed, he took one last look over his shoulder.

She was beautiful in sleep, long lashes resting on creamy cheeks, red hair spread across the pillow in a silken wave. His heart ached and for a moment he was tempted to wake her.

But had never been one for good-byes.





NINETEEN

Be prepared for everything to go wrong with your repair. Tools will break, parts will go missing, and wires will get crossed.

—SINNER’S TRIBE MOTORCYCLE REPAIR MANUAL

“So, this is our new digs.” Connie trailed a finger over the dusty workbench at the far end of Sparky’s garage. “Needs a bit of cleaning.”

“Connie … be nice. Sparky is very kindly letting us use his shop until we sort out a new building.” Evie cleared a space on one of the tables and set up her new rack of paints. Zane had left in the middle of the night after their intimate encounter two days ago and aside from a curt assurance from Jagger that he was fine, she knew nothing about where he’d gone or how long he would be away.

However, standing up to Viper, facing the truth about her father, and finally letting down her guard with Zane, had left her feeling strong and determined to take back her life. After some heavy negotiations with Sparky, she had arranged to rent out the back of Sparky’s shop until she sorted out what to do with what was now her business, albeit the only things left were the land, employees, and the goodwill Bill had built up in his name.