Cara Darling (3 page)

Tigger’s woman Summer was either dirty or she was squeaky clean. The MC apparently had two undercover agents living with them and regardless of what Marcs thought, the forthcoming bust couldn’t end well.

A lot of cops had lost their lives trying to infiltrate the MC. Innocent bystanders often ended up in the crossfire. Women like Cara and Sassy, as an example. He shook off his concern for Cara and focused on Sassy. When she’d walked into the Heroes and Rogues clubhouse, she’d known what she’d potentially face. She’d understood who and what Logan Marcs represented long before she crawled in bed with him.

“Are you still with me?” Cara peered up at him.

He dragged his knuckles up and down her slender cheek. “I was just thinking about something.”

“Tell me it wasn’t another woman.”

“A man can tell a woman anything, Cara. What you want to know is if you turning me on makes me think of another woman and the answer is no.”

She seemed to appreciate his answer. She crawled between his splayed legs and dragged her finger up his cock.

His shaft stretched forward as a guttural growl slipped from his lips. He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her to him. Across her lips, he whispered, “You ask for permission and gain it before you touch me, darlin’.”

“You don’t scare me.” She moistened her lips and lowered her head.

Before she wrapped those delectable lips around his cock, he tilted her chin to his and once again whispered close to her lips, “I don’t want to frighten you, Cara.” He slipped by her and went to the bed. “Come over here.”

She used the coffee table and pulled herself up. “This is getting old, Scott.”

“Don’t worry, lover,” he said, sitting down on the bed and dragging her across his lap as soon as she approached him. “Things are about to heat up between us.”

With her bottom up, her pussy warm against his thigh, Scott felt like a crop had been laid to his balls. He had so much he wanted to show Cara, so much he needed to teach her, but in that moment, he wondered how long he could last. He caressed her ass and whispered, “This will burn.”

He laid his hand against her flesh, striking her with a solid wallop and then giving her a few more. She cried out as he smacked. She whimpered and moaned.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind then.

She loved spankings and best of all he quickly discovered, Cara wasn’t a woman with soft limits. She was a woman who would trust him completely to set the boundaries of their relationship as he schooled her in an exciting session of endless passion and multiple rewards.

“More,” she crooned, grabbing hold of his calves and pushing her bottom up.

He smiled at the sight. Running his index finger down the seam of her ass, he rasped, “You and I may have lived worlds apart, but our differences will help us develop an honest and open connection.”

“Honest and open?” Laughter existed in her voice.

“Yes, Cara,” he said, lifting his hand and giving her another firm smack on the tail. “Honest and open is what you need, what I need. And together, we’ll find that common ground.”

He spanked her again and again, loving the way she bucked underneath his striking palm.

“Ah God, Scott,” she whispered, rubbing her clit against his leg.

“It’ll be good between us, Cara.” He rubbed his firm hand over her bottom, stroking her pretty red cheeks.

“It is good,” she said, peering over her shoulder.

“It’s only going to get better.” He pulled her to a seated position, draping her legs over his thighs.

Staring down at her then, his heart warmed. He took a deep breath and thought of the path that had led him there, the way his ex had once stripped him of the power to believe he was anything more than a forty-something-year-old man without direction, without goals.

Sharon had been sorely mistaken.

Scott had goals. He had certainly possessed direction. And Cara was about to play a big part in helping him take his ambitions to the next level.

Cupping her face, he brought her lips to his. He tilted his head to the left and gave her a gentle kiss before trailing to her ear. “For now, you belong to me.”

She shuddered and goose bumps scattered along her weathered tan skin.

“Do you have a safe word?”

“Give me one.” She squeezed her legs against his. “Please.”

Her flushed face and taut nipples told arousing tales. She’d enjoyed her spanking. More importantly, she was interested in what came next.

“How about Latin?”

“Latin?” Her brows furrowed.

“I always hated learning Latin in school. French was tolerable so that won’t work. Let’s go with Latin.” He kissed her neck, doting attention to her upper chest, willing her to need, to yearn for him in a way that he’d perhaps longed for her since the day he walked into the clubhouse.

“And I guess you’ll hate it if I use my safe word?” She curled her fingers around strands of his hair.

“I want you to trust me to never put you in a situation where you’ll need it, but if I fail to do that, use it.” He dragged his finger across the swell of her lip, noting the fine lines around her lips, the signs of age marking their distinct place around her eyes.

Significant and telling, the wrinkles reminded him of why he’d sought her out in the very beginning. He’d wanted a mature woman, a woman with direction and goals of her own. He’d wanted a cougar with attitude, confidence, and experience as well.

He’d wanted Cara. Now he’d show her just how much.

****

Cara was dying a slow death and just beginning to live again, too. As Scott moved lower, she held her breath. She’d forgotten how it felt to be vulnerable, to place herself in the arms of a lover who would not only show her compassion, but would also want her to enjoy herself, too.

She’d missed that. God how she’d missed it. The Heroes and Rogues were selfish lovers. When she was called upon, it was generally for a quick lay or a good blow job and she’d learned to excel at both. Still, she’d missed out on a mutually fulfilling relationship, even when she’d been with Tigger.

As Scott moved lower, her legs trembled. Her arms shook. For the first time in a long time, Cara allowed herself to feel, really revel in the sensations careening through her body.

He laced their fingers together and kissed her upper thighs, clamping down on her hands as he hovered over her pussy. “Look at me, darling.” He puckered his lips and blew out a steady breath, moving closer, pulling away, and inching closer once more. “Watch me, Cara.”

“I’m watching.” Her heart slammed against her chest, hammering out an unsteady rhythm.

Scott squeezed her hands, pressed down on her palms, and nuzzled her pussy, slowly turning his cheek to one side and rubbing the two-day growth of beard against her mound. Then he locked his gaze on hers and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Placing his moist lips against hers, he snaked his tongue inside her channel, fluttering up and down until she was seconds away from screaming his name and riding the hell out of the tongue driving her to the brink of lost self-control.

Chapter Six

God bless. Once he slammed his cock inside her, Scott was certain he would blow. He’d feasted on her sweet pussy until she was clawing at sheets, trembling all over, and begging for sweet mercy.

Now it was time to show her mercy all right.

He rose above her and admired the woman staring back at him. Wearing too-blue contact lenses, her eyes sparkled like pools of water. Her dark hair fanned around her head, giving her an innocent quality he longed to absorb.

He slipped his hand up the side of her face and kissed her. Indulging in her breathless groveling in between succulent pecks, he realized then more than before, that this woman was exactly what he needed.

Scott didn’t want a lady as pure as the fallen snow. He didn’t long for the young and reckless, a gal on board for a wild and drama-filled ride. He wanted Cara and all her scars, all her pain. He wanted her because she may have been a little tainted, a tad bit damaged, but she deserved love just as much as she longed to give it and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind—Cara would be a good woman to the right man.

After he grabbed his slacks and retrieved a condom, he returned to the bed. Sitting on the side, he ripped open the pack and started to roll the rubber over his prick.

Cara reached around him and whispered, “Let me.”

Shards of incredible sensations traveled up and down his cock as she rolled the protection over his erection. He might have been excited before, but he was horny as hell then.

Leaning back against the pillow, she tilted her head and said, “This is going somewhere. Isn’t it?”

As if a woman asked that kind of question before the first tumble across a mattress.

He spread her legs and slammed inside her, loving the way her cunt milked his cock as he thrust higher, deeper. “Yeah, baby. I believe you could say this is going somewhere fast.”

While his meaning varied from Cara’s, he whole-heartedly agreed with her. They were bound to end up together for a few satisfying rounds of hot loving, good fucking.

Scott stroked her with deep and long penetrations, loving how she wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him. He not only enjoyed the way she threw her lower half forward to meet his, but he also loved the way her back arched away from the mattress and she shook in his arms as his mouth traveled between her breasts.

Each time he entered her, she squeezed his cock a little harder and with more determination. Struggling came to mind. She was holding on, stroking it tight, as she awaited the permission he’d soon give.

His balls slapped against her ass as he plowed inside her with his heavy length throbbing, aching—and dear God, burning like crazy. He gave her another thump and then another, throwing his weight forward and grabbing hold of the headboard.

Needing just another minute inside her, he worked out a good grind, winding his hips in a clockwise fashion until Cara matched his moves.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, grabbing hold of his shoulders and back and holding him tightly against her.

“Not yet, baby.” He reared back and throttled her again.

“Scott,” she whimpered, her body shaking violently.

The only way to stop her now was to pull out and show her why a Dom controlled his lover’s orgasms, and while he would’ve once loved to have thought he possessed such control, he knew he was doomed when she raked her nails down his arms and screamed, “Fuck, me, Scott. God yes. Don’t stop. ’S too good to stop now.”

And of course she was right.

This fucking was sensational. His partner was exceptional.

He hammered inside her, reaching for her special little spot, that place that would send her tumbling over the edge. As he stroked against her, he rode out her waves of rippling pleasure before unloading in the protection holding him back from fully claiming the woman he feared he’d eventually love.

****

Hours later, he tucked her at his side. “You are insatiable.”

“Wait a day or two and you may find that’s a character flaw.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, kissing her forehead and pulling her tighter against him.

Cara tried not to let herself get caught up in the moment. She tried to remember that this man wasn’t a Heroes and Rogues. He didn’t belong to the club and the club’s colors weren’t his to claim.

“How long are you planning on sticking around?”

“I may have to ask Logan about that one,” he said, peering down at her from heavily hooded eyes.

“Don’t you mean Devon? He’s the club president.”

“Some people say Logan Marcs wears the pants here.”

She placed her palms against his chest and rested her chin on her hands. “What do you know about Logan? Whatever it is, it’s something big. When I came back today, you and Logan were in a heated conversation. I could’ve cut the tension with a knife.”

Scott cleared his throat. “Old stuff, new times. Doesn’t really matter. Does it?”

Cara thought about that for a minute. How many times had she suspected Logan of being a cop? How often had accusations flown out the door from the Devil’s Angels’ clubhouse? And while Logan and Scott didn’t think she’d heard them, she’d heard enough to question Logan’s loyalty to the MC. She should probably question Logan Marcs altogether.

“I heard what you said to Logan.”

He narrowed his gaze and took a deep and weighted breath. “Logan and I go on with something all the time. We’ve known one another for years.”

“I heard you say, ‘And you have nothing to worry about, Marcs. I’m not blowing your cover’ so should I just dismiss that?”

Scott rose to a half-seated position. He smoothed his hand over her back. “You need to let it go, Cara.”

“I don’t know if I can, Scott,” she admitted honestly. “See, Domination and submission reveals a lot about a person. You of all people should know that.”

“What are you saying?” He clearly wasn’t following her.

“I don’t always ask for permission. And if, for some reason, my instincts lead me astray, I can always beg for forgiveness. If Logan is a cop, Devon needs to know. We all do.”

Epilogue

Three Days Later

“So you’re heading out?” Logan met him at his bike.

“Thought we’d take a trip down South, see a few people,” Scott said.

“You think you’ll have her under control by the time you get back?” Logan looked worried.

Ever since Cara and Scott spent their first night together, they’d been inseparable. Still, he’d owed it to Sassy to keep his word and Logan’s secret. He’d trained Sassy. When she’d entrusted him, taken him into her confidences, she’d put a lot on the line.

He couldn’t let her down. And if Cara blew the whistle on Logan, she’d blow the whistle on Sassy, too.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Sassy and Cara approached then. After a quick hug goodbye, Cara glanced at Logan. A week ago, she would’ve probably had a hard time saying farewell to Logan. They were friends. At the moment, she was expressionless, stone cold.