Snake Charmer (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 2) (7 page)

Part of Eve wanted to drag this out, but she had waited too long to have that kind of patience. She took his length in her mouth and heard him gasp in pleasure. Lind tasted different than any man she had ever known. It was an entirely intoxicating taste, and Eve decided that, if things ever worked out for them, she would be tasting him as often as she could. She cupped his testicles with one palm and ran her tongue languidly along the length of his shaft.

Lind had worked some kind of magic on her before when he had pleased her orally, and Eve was determined to return the favor. She let her tongue lick and tease, gifting the tip of his cock with small, tantalizing flicks. Soon enough, he was so tense underneath her that she feared he might come unannounced. It was thrilling to know that she was the one who was reducing a proud man like the Viper to a writhing, begging, moaning mess within the sheets.

“I’m going to suck you now,” she murmured, letting her breath ghost over the length of his cock. She looked up at him and caught his eyes. He looked dazed, and she loved it. “Would you like that?”

“Yes,” Lind gasped. “Fuck, yes.”

Eve grinned, pleased with herself. His pre-come was salty, and she savored the taste on her tongue. She set up the perfect cadence, alternating long, deep-throated moves with quicker, easier ones.

“Stop,” Lind finally said, breathless.

Eve looked up, frowning. “Is something wrong?”

His eyes, darkened with lust, looked at her adoringly. “I’m going to enter you now, sweetheart.”

Eve shivered in anticipation. She settled on top of him and guided him to her entrance. She helped him slide inside of her, and she threw her head back and moaned when he was finally in. Being able to finally clench around Lind—after so much time spent literally dreaming about it—was an emotion so intense that it was almost enough to send her over the edge, but she firmly held herself back.

As she sat on top of him, Lind pushed himself up on one elbow and reached down with his free hand, teasing her clitoris. Eve cried out in surprise.

“So…not…fair…” she gasped.

The combination of his cock inside of her and her finger teasing her was almost too much to bear. He grinned in satisfaction.

Eve took it upon herself to find the rhythm this time, that perfect cadence for the both of them that Lind had carefully searched for. She swiveled her hips back and forth and side to side, dancing her favorite dance in the world. It started out slow, but soon it was frantic and raw and passionate. It couldn’t be any other way, not after they had been forced apart and had wanted each other for such a long time. They both wanted it faster, deeper, rougher.

Lind pushed himself up further—so that he too was sitting—and wrapped his arms around her waist. Eve responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They were locked, and nothing and no one could ever break that embrace again. They traded kisses the whole time, biting and sucking, both of them starving for each other. Lind’s thrusts became more frantic and energetic, until both of them were hovering dangerously over the point of no return.

It was a blur of hungry, starving touches. Of explosive tastes. Of overwhelming ecstasy. They came in unison, like Eve never thought was actually possible. They rode the aftershocks with their faces buried in each other’s neck, not to hide from their passion but to experience it to the fullest.

Once it was over, they didn’t move for a very long time. They both longed to get lost in each other’s arms. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

When Eve walked into her condo apartment, she was not surprised to find that it wasn’t empty. Alan was sitting on the couch in the living room, and he shot to his feet the minute she walked into the room.

“Where were you?” he demanded.

The fact that he sounded accusatory rather than worried played a major role in further convincing Eve that she was doing the right thing. She had disappeared for three days, and all he could think about was that she had been with another man. The thought that something might have happened to her did not even cross his mind.

Eve stared at him coolly. “That’s none of your business.”

“None of my business?” he repeated, incredulous. “My fiancée goes M.I.A.,
again
, and it’s none of my business?”

Eve took a deep breath. She knew she had to stay calm; the last thing they needed was for two tempers to flare.

“I’m fine, by the way,” she said sarcastically.

The words seemed to wake him up somehow, and Alan paused in his anger. He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re right. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eve repeated. “And no, I did not run off with another man.”
Technically speaking, at least.

Alan looked at her with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. “Where were you then?”

“Alan, sit down,” she said. “We need to talk.”

He hesitated for a moment, but then he obliged and sat on the white, faux leather couch.

Eve took a seat on the armchair, close enough to look at him in the eye but far enough away to be out of easy reach should his temper get the best of him again.

“This isn’t working,” she said after a few moments had gone by, in which Alan miraculously remained silent. She needed to make sure she had his full attention before she went on. “Us. I’m sure you can see that.”

“Maybe it would work if you didn’t keep disappearing on me,” Alan grumbled.

Eve clenched her fist for a moment and willed herself to let the comment pass. “There’s no easy way to say this, I guess,” she said. “I’m breaking up with you.”

Alan stared at her for the longest time, dumbfounded and uncomprehending. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Eve cringed inwardly.
Here we go
. “You heard me,” she said. “It’s over.” She took her engagement ring off and set it down in front of him on the coffee table. “Pack up your things and go.”

He was looking at her like he didn’t recognize her. She supposed she couldn’t blame him; she also didn’t recognize herself, and it felt wonderful.

“You can’t be serious.”

“As serious as a heart attack,” she said. She stood on her feet, towering over him. “Now please, go.”

“We’re not even going to talk about this?”

Eve froze him with one look. “What’s there to talk about?”

Alan stood. He had a disbelieving look on his face. “Why are you doing this?”

It was Eve’s turn to be incredulous. “Why?” she repeated, appalled. “Are you seriously asking me that question?”

He held his ground. “Yes,” he said. “I’m seriously asking you that question.”

Eve took a deep breath—not to keep her temper in check this time, but to have enough breath to tell him everything that she thought of him.

“Because you’re scum, Alan,” she said. The words sent a jolt of power sizzling through her whole body. It was exhilarating. She was on a roll now, and she had no intention of stopping. “You’re marrying me for my money. You don’t love me. You don’t trust me. You hit me.”

Alan cringed. “Shit,” he said. “I’m sorry about that, Eve. Really, I am. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I know you’re sorry,” Eve said, unfazed. “You’re a sorry son of a bitch, and I don’t want to have to see your face ever again.”

He took a step forward, and for a moment Eve thought he would jump at her, but he didn’t. He stopped and just looked at her.

“I guess you’ve shown your true colors, Eve,” he said, his voice icy.

“I guess we both have.” Eve straightened up to her full height. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”

Shockingly enough, he did. Alan packed his things quickly, and soon he was closing the front door behind him. Eve looked around her empty apartment, and then she sat down heavily on the couch and leaned back against the cushion. She exhaled slowly, blowing out all of her pent up emotions.

She had done it. She had really done it. She had kicked the pompous son of a bitch out of her apartment and out of her life. She was really taking her life back into her own hands and shaping it to what she wanted it to be. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the front door and Lind came in. Eve smiled and stood, meeting halfway. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, and she leaned into him, kissing him briefly but oh-so-thoroughly.

“You’ve done it, darling,” Lind said, smiling brightly at her.

“I’ve done it,” Eve echoed. “I still can’t believe it.

She felt both empowered and dazed. The whole thing still felt surreal.

“And don’t worry, I’ve made sure he’ll never bother you again,” Lind informed her after a moment.

Eve frowned, suddenly worried. “Lind, what did you do?”

He laughed. “Relax, he’s still in once piece. I just let him know that if he ever showed his face again he would to answer to me and the guys.”

Eve cringed. “I almost feel sorry for him.”

Lind arched a dark eyebrow. “Really? Do you?”

Eve laughed. “No,” she admitted. “Not really.”

They kissed passionately, and Lind’s embrace soon became firmer. He picked her up like he had done once before and carried her to the bedroom.

Eve surrendered wholly to him, not even attempting to resist. Why would she? He was everything she wanted. She let him strip her and watched as he stripped naked for her. Lind Addams was a thing of beauty. Eve lost herself in his kisses and his touch, and she gave back just as much as he gave her.

They made love slowly this time, taking their time to fully savor each other. The urgency was still there, underneath it all. It always would be, because they would always long for each other. But it was tender this time. It was languid and sensual. Eve allowed Lind to transport her to another world. She let him maker her his, claim her like she had never been claimed before. She savored every sensation brought on by his touch, and she savored the feeling of his body pressed up close against her.

They took it slow this time, because they knew they could afford to. They were never allowing anything or anyone to come between them again. As for their different worlds, they would find a way to have them meet somewhere in the middle. No matter what it cost, Eve was never going to let this man out of her life ever again. She’d had her closure, but she was never going back to that glittery life that made her so miserable. From now on, she would embrace Lind’s darkness.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The last time Lind had been sitting in this café, he had been miserable. Alec had been sitting across from him, telling him that he should really snap out of it and get Eve out of his head. Now it was Eve who sat across from him, sipping vanilla latte from a huge mug.

Lind knew all about overwhelming, all-consuming feelings, but they were generally dark ones, rough emotions like anger and pain and hatred. He knew nothing about how good feelings could also be overwhelming. He knew nothing of the bubbling joy of simply spending time with a woman whom he was in love with. He was learning about it now.

Back when he was nursing his broken heart—or rather, attempting to drown it in alcohol—Lind had dreamed about ordinary. He had dreamed about doing something absolutely meaningless with Eve, like hanging out drinking coffee. He had dreamed of an everyday life. They were shaping it now, slowly but surely, and they were doing it together.

Togetherness was also something Lind wasn’t familiar with. He was used to counting on himself and himself only. He had never had a relationship to speak of. Sexual relationships, sure. Emotional relationships? Not so much. But he was learning that, too, and he was really enjoying this learning curve.

Eve, he learned, wasn’t that much more experienced than him when it came to sharing herself on an emotional level. She had spent her life guarding herself against others, too, in a different way than he had. The result was that they were both learning, and he liked that they were both out of their element and finding their swimming fins together.

“What should we bring tonight?” Eve asked suddenly.

Lind looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“To your friend’s house. What should we bring? Do they drink wine?”

Lind shrugged. “I guess. But you really don’t have to bring anything, you know?”

“I want to,” Eve said. “It’s only polite.”

Lind grinned. “Whatever you say, princess,” he teased.

“Jerk,” she said, punching his arm playfully and instantly leaning over to sweeten the blow with a kiss.

Lind kissed her back as passionately as it was decent to do in a public place, and then he finally released her.

“Red wine is fine,” he said as an afterthought.

Eve nodded. “Good.”

Lind felt a pang of nervousness at the thought of the night that awaited them. Alec was finally out of the hospital. They had their talk and he had decided—God only knew why—to forgive Lind, as had the rest of the Diamondbacks. Once Lind finally admitted to Alec and the others that he was going to give a relationship with Eve a try, Alec had jumped at the chance. The day before, he had given Lind a call and invited him and Eve over for dinner. He claimed it had been Linda’s idea, but Lind strongly suspected Alec had not been so averse either.

A mundane occasion with a woman at his side was also something new.

“Are you nervous?” Eve asked, as if she had read his mind. Perhaps she had, in a way.

Lind grimaced. “A little,” he admitted reluctantly.

“Should
I
be nervous?”

“You? Why should you be nervous?”

Eve shrugged. “Well…your friend isn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with.”

Lind laughed. “Don’t mind Alec, sweetheart. It’s all an act. He’s a good guy, really.”

“Oh, that much I noticed when he ran after me to try and prevent me from getting killed despite him not liking me very much.” Eve said with a smile.

Lind sighed in relief. Eve had refused to even get on the subject of what happened with Gary for weeks. Recently, she had started to open up, and the fact that she was now beginning to even joke about it was a very good sign.

“Are you worried they might not like you?” Lind asked, noticing the lingering tension on Eve’s face.

Her chocolate-brown eyes widened. “
Now
I am.”

Shit.
“Sorry,” Lind offered, grinning. “Don’t worry; they’re going to love you.”

Eve took a long sip from her latte. “I hope so,” she said, frowning in the most perfect way Lind had ever seen.

He shook his head to himself. Boy, but he was hopeless. He had never been so smitten in his whole life. Everything about Eve drove him crazy. It wasn’t just her perfect body, or her golden hair, or her bottomless eyes—all of which admittedly did not hurt. It was
everything
about her. It was her character. It was her fierceness, her gentleness. It was her mind and her wit, both so sharp one could cut himself on them if one was not careful. It was her humor. She had plenty of it, and he loved that she made him laugh.

Not for the first time, he wondered how he had ever lived without her. He tried to imagine his everyday life without her in it, and he hated the prospect. It had only been a few weeks since Eve had kicked her abusive boyfriend out of her life, but Lind was already loving the small bits of routine they had managed to establish for themselves. He loved their brunches, for example. He loved sitting with her in cafés and having caffeine and conversations. He loved watching movies with her at night, curled up on her white couch. He loved when they slept together without doing anything else; he loved the intimacy of it. He would never admit this under torture, but he even loved going grocery shopping with her. He loved taking long walks with her, wandering aimlessly.

He loved everything about Eve Robinson, and he was never going to let her out of his life ever again. With Eve, he wasn’t the Viper. He was just Lind. He wasn’t even sure who Lind was exactly, but she was helping him figure it out. And he loved her for it.