Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) (5 page)

That teasing smile curled the edge of his lip again and he caught my chin then turned my face to his, away from the glare of the tall blonde before dropping his hand and leaving tingles behind. God, how could his eyes seem so warm in the meager light. “Yep, my name’s Beach. You wanna go somewhere and talk,
hermosa chica
?”

“What?”

I was back to feeling high as a kite, staring into his dark gaze. He called me a beautiful girl in Spanish. I liked that. A lot. I think his eyes are blue, but if they are, it’s a color so dark they almost looked black. Sensual bedroom eyes lined with experience that had my nipples joining my pussy in getting tight and hot. If he kept looking at me with all that sexual tension pouring off of him, I wouldn’t be held responsible for jumping him.

“You wanna go somewhere?” he repeated in a low voice. “Just to talk for a little bit, away from all this bullshit.”

While I wanted to follow him wherever he wanted to take me, I couldn’t make it that easy for him. “Is the party too much for you, old man?”

Instead of getting offended, he full-out grinned and I swear my heart skipped a beat. “Feisty. I like that in a woman. Come with me, Ms. Sarah. I promise you nothing will harm you while you’re in my care. You can trust me.”

“Trust you?” I meant for my words to come out in a scoffing manner, but instead they were a light whisper. I wasn’t even sure he heard over the now wailing electric guitar perfectly complimenting the pounding drums of the music throbbing around us.

He rubbed his thumb against my jaw and I had to resist the urge to step closer to him and run my nipples over his chest to relieve the resulting sting that came from them being unbearably hard. “Yeah, baby girl, trust me. Come with me, I just want to talk with you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

As he smiled, the sun lines around his eyes deepened. “Sweetheart, I think it’s the best damn idea I’ve ever had.”

Chapter 2

Carlos “Beach” Rodriguez

T
he gorgeous creature before me swayed closer despite her weak protests, and the scent she wore tore through me. Flowers and peaches, fresh, sticky-sweet and clean. The light from a nearby barrel fire cast flickering shadows over her face, making her appear like an innocent young girl one moment, a knowing temptress the next. She was a total knock-out, the kind of woman men, gay or straight, would stop to look at. Long, pale champagne-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and I was pretty sure she had freckles.

So damn cute.

I needed something to refresh my soul after all the shit I’d had to do the last few months. Not only did I have to deal with business back in Austin, I’d also been spending a lot of time up in Denver with the Iron Horse MC chapter outside’a the city. They were the newest chapter of Iron Horse MC nationally and I was a personal friend of the new President, Khan. Crazy fucker, but a good man and a solid leader. Once he got his feet under him, he’d have no problem dealing with club issues on his own, but I don’t think he realized how far he’d have to go to protect his position in the MC.

Thankfully, Khan practices the same flavor of practical violence I do. We don’t seek the shit out, but if you want to fuck with us, you’d better kiss your loved ones goodbye now because we will come for you and we will find you. Always.

In the second it had taken for these thoughts to flicker through my head, the woman’s attitude had changed, a bit of sass and fire coming through in the way she lifted her chin at me. Either she didn’t know who I was, or she was one ballsy bitch trying to stare me down.

I liked it—a lot.

To make sure I knew where I stood with her, I said, “Name’s Carlos Rodriquez, but everyone calls me Beach. I’m the National President of the Iron Horse MC.”

When she burst out laughing I didn’t know what to make of her, and a curiosity I hadn’t felt in ages flared deep in my gut.

“Well lah-di-dah,” she said in a teasing voice as she rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.

In that instant I knew she was trouble, big trouble, but I also knew she was gonna be mine.

She had no idea who she was talking to, or the fact that she was unknowingly insulting me. If I was a different kinda man, I might throw some attitude at her for not respecting my position, but that wasn’t how I operated with females. If a woman had fire, all the better. I liked my women to have some attitude, they couldn’t survive in my world if they didn’t. ’Sides, my dick liked that naughty gleam in her wide eyes, the way her full lips curved into an easy smile while she openly studied me. While we stared at each other, I had the weirdest feeling of anticipation, something I hadn’t felt in a long time when it came to a woman. Shit, with as busy as my life was, I hadn’t had time for a real relationship in years, just an easy variety of pussy whenever I wanted it.

I studied her closer and figured she was in her early twenties, but something about the way she held herself made her seem older. Like she’d seen and done some heavy shit. If I was any kinda decent, I’d walk away from the temptation of this sweet young thing, but that was already impossible. She was my every wet dream come to life, and if her sass was any indication, she had a quick mind. Don’t care what anyone says, fuckin’ a stupid woman sucks ’cause eventually you’re gonna have to talk to her, and if she doesn’t have a brain in her pretty head it’s a short conversation.

Her gaze flickered down to the name patch on my worn leather vest, then back up to me, eyes a blue so light they seemed mercurial in the light of the fire and scattered lanterns.

“Why do they call you Beach?”

Unable to help myself, I gently grasped her chin in my hand, running my wind-roughened fingers along the delicate slope of her jaw. Jesus, her skin was so soft I got off on just touchin’ her face. Even as distracted as I was by the unusually strong attraction between us, I decided to shelve that question for later. No way in fuck was I tellin’ her the origin of my name involved my favorite way to kill people, so a little diversion was necessary. Time to switch her thoughts to other, more pleasant things.

“Like it when you say my name. Gonna like it even more when you scream it while I take care of your no doubt soft and sweet little cunt.”

She might have blushed a little, but her gaze was all fiery challenge as she said, “Only if I get to return the favor.”

“Baby, it ain’t gonna be no hardship to watch you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, that’s for damn sure.”

The way her eyes locked with mine, her breathing hitched, and how she leaned into me told me one thing for sure—she wanted to fuck me. I could read it in every line of her smoothly muscled body, and my dick was more than ready to explore her no doubt fantastic cunt. I had no idea who she was, if she was one of the other clubs’ sweet butts or even someone’s old lady or wife. To be honest, I didn’t give a fuck. She was gonna be mine soon, every delicious inch of her. Those legs of hers went on forever and they led right up to a tight but big ass that taunted me to spank it like her panties asked.

And those freckles killed me, a light dusting over her cheekbones and nose, almost totally covered with makeup, with more on her shoulders. Women do the weirdest shit, trying to hide parts of themselves from the world that they deemed flawed. Like those sweet freckles that made her seem younger than she was. At least physically. She had old eyes, the kind of weight to her gaze you can only get from experiencing some sorrow and heartache. It bugged me to see that darkness deep in her gaze, to sense a dangerous vibe coming from her that was at total odds with her California-sun-bleached-blonde, hot-girl-next-door look.

Christ, the sexual chemistry between us was intense. I’d never felt anything like it, and I found myself dangerously distracted. Some motherfucker could pull a gun on me at this moment and I still wouldn’t be able to tear my eyes from all her glowing, tanned skin. She had these sexy thigh-high combat boots on that filled my mind with images of having those boots wrapped around my hips. I could all too easily imagine sliding myself between those smoothly muscled thighs of hers, and I wondered if her pussy was pink or dusky. Tart or sweet.

From her mile-long legs encased in those boots, to her tiny skirt and incredible tits, she was the essence of sex. The things I’m going to do to this girl… My cock got uncomfortably hard and punched at my fly. She studied me back with open interest, and I liked how bold she was with me. A confident woman was a sexy woman, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. People walking by stared at her, and the macho side of my personality loved knowing they wished they had the privilege of having all that beauty to themselves. Too bad I got her first.

Movement came from my left and I turned, my hand straying to my side where my gun was holstered before I realized it was just Smoke with two sweet butts on his arms. While Smoke may be one of my best friends, he was also a ladies’ man. He loved the women and they loved him. I watched him close, waiting for him to hit on Sarah, but he merely grinned at her, and I didn’t like it one fuckin’ bit when she smiled back. Liked it even less when he blew her a kiss and she laughed, a wild and free sound that tugged at something deep in my gut. The only thing that kept me from pounding on my Master at Arms was the fact that there was no heat in either of their smiles, just a friendly vibe that calmed me down enough to get ahold of my territorial anger.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I never lost my shit over a bitch.

“Hi, Beach,” the blonde, Tila, said with an obvious purr while hanging off Smoke’s arm. My Master at Arms was now busy mouth-fucking the topless brunette next to him while Sarah made a soft gagging sound at the sight. “I’ve missed riding your
big
dick. Let’s party.”

I’m used to sweet butts having no qualms about poaching men from each other, and I normally didn’t give a fuck about their drama, but I did
not
like the way she was glaring at Sarah one bit as she said this, or her disrespect. And Sarah was no sweet butt, I was sure of it.

When I glanced over at Sarah to measure her reaction, I found her glaring back at the other woman, giving Tila a murderous look I don’t think the drunk bitch even noticed. If she’d been sober, or it had been daylight, she would’a probably realized Sarah was the kind of woman you didn’t want to fuck with.

Despite the savage nature of Sarah’s rather impressive glare, I found myself giving Tila a hard look of my own that clearly told her to fuck off. If the bitch was smart, she’d pay attention to the message I was sending her ’cause no one fucks with me, and there was no way I was letting this used-up piece of ass cock-block me.

“Baby,” I murmured to Sarah and was gratified to see her easily dismiss Tila then turn her mesmerizing gaze back to mine.

The sweet girl staring up at me like she wants to eat me alive was a quality woman, the absolute top of the line. Underneath all that smooth skin she had a strong, athletic frame despite her large breasts, and I really wanted her lean thighs wrapped around me while I slammed my cock into her. Bet her pussy would suck me deep, hold me tight.

Shit, I needed to shut those thoughts down before I snatched her up and threw her over my shoulder.

Ignoring Tila, I stroked the back of my fingers down Sarah’s neck, noticing the way goose bumps followed my touch. I needed to get her away from all this bullshit in order to give her the kind of attention and privacy she deserved. I’d soon have her screaming my name and that wasn’t for anyone’s ears but my own. Normally I didn’t give a fuck who watched me, but I’ll be damned if the idea of anyone seeing her take my dick didn’t make me murderous.

Continuing to stroke her, I wrapped my hand around the back of her delicate neck and pulled her unresisting body closer to mine. “Let’s get out of here.”

Her full mouth parted and I stifled a groan when she licked her lower lip.

“I’m still not sure that’s a good idea, Mr. Beach.” There was a teasing tone to her voice when she said that, but I liked the way her hips shifted as she rubbed her thighs together. “For all I know, you could be some psycho who wants to take me out into the desert and make a sculpture out of my bones.”

A surprised laugh escaped me and I grinned down at her. She was kind of weird, but I liked that too. Been a while since I had a bitch who didn’t fall on my dick on command, and I found myself enjoying talking with her. “Fine, we’ll do the get-to-know-you bullshit. Where you from?”

Sarah smiled at me, her full lips parting to reveal a million-dollar smile. “Las Vegas.”

“Ahhh, Sin City.”

“Yep,” she took a small step closer, a flirtatious smile curving her lips. “What about you? Where do you hang your hat?”

“I’m not too far away from you out in Austin.” I noticed her gaze scanning my chest again, reading my patches. I’d bet my left nut she had no idea what most of them meant.

She perked up and the light in her eyes drew me. “Austin, huh? I have a sister in Houston. I’ve driven through Austin a couple times. Neat city, lots of energy and culture.”

“Small fuckin’ world.”

She gave me a bemused smile. “Yeah, it is.”

Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and tugged her over to one of the benches set up around the perimeter of the fire. Her fingers were slender, the back of her hand soft, but her palm was rougher than most women’s and I wondered how she’d gotten those callouses. Another throb of want tightened my balls as she lightly stroked my hand with her thumb. As soon as they saw us coming, the people who were sitting on the bench cleared out.

I straddled it then sat down, surprised when Sarah did the same so our knees were almost touching. I took a quick look down to make sure she wasn’t flashing the crowd, that damned greedy streak rearing its head again, and my dick appreciated the sexy black panties she wore that almost looked like tiny shorts. Her skin glowed with good health and I loved drinking her in.

She was the kind of woman a man could look at every day and be happy. No matter how hard and ugly things got, if I had beauty like this waiting at home for me, I’d be happy. Shit, just looking at her brought me the kind of pleasure that sent a surge of energy through me. A cool beauty for sure, with her icy blue eyes and white blonde hair. Like staring at the stars out in the desert on a clear winter night.

Jesus, I sound like some horny thirteen-year-old with his first crush.

Fucking pathetic. I needed to get my shit together and stop being distracted by the sexual tension building between us. Still, her large tits moved with every breath she took and I wanted to rip her top down and get my lips on her nipples. I wondered if they’d be large or small, if they’d be sensitive or if I could put clamps on them. Yeah, fucking jeweled clamps that would sway on her constricted nipples while she rode me.