The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club, Books 1-3 (85 page)

He nudged her thighs apart and she felt the slide of his cock along her soaked folds. Back and forth, he rocked against her, always stopping just short of where she needed him to go.

Dawn closed her eyes as his fingers teased and tortured her nipples. He licked her neck, tasted her, swept his tongue along her jaw and nibbled her ear. Dawn tilted her head to give him better access and brought one arm up. She reached behind her and ran gentle fingers through his hair, soft and thick, yet another sensation to carry her past the point of no return.

“Ah God. Too much even for me.” He swept her up into his arms and laid her gently on the bed. Then he shrugged off his cut, folding it neatly and placing it on the dresser. There was a reverence to his gesture that tugged at her heart, but when he pulled a second cut from his duffel bag, she melted inside.

“This is yours.” His voice choked with emotion, and he placed the cut on the bed. “You left it behind. Put it on, babe. For me.”

Dawn sat up and slid the cut over her shoulders. The leather was cool on her heated skin and she smoothed her hand over the soft leather. Cade's eyes darkened almost to black. He stripped off his clothes and sheathed himself, then eased her back on the bed,

“I wanna fuck you wearing my cut.”

“I wouldn't want it any other way.”

He stretched out on the bed and settled her over his hips, his erection, thick and strong wedged against her center.

“Take what you need from me.” He clamped his hands on her hips and eased her up so the head of his cock nestled against her entrance. “I want to watch your pleasure.”

Her cheeks burned but not as much as the ache in her sex. She lowered herself, slowly, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate his width. She was so wet, so swollen with desire, her eyes watered at the delicious sensation.

“My old lady is so fucking hot.”

“Your old lady would be hotter if she got a little action down below.” She gave him a little squeeze, her internal muscles tightening, and his look turned savage.

“You're playing with fire, babe. I'm holding on by a thread.”

Dawn laughed and squeezed again, but his time she cupped her breasts beneath the leather vest, weighing them in her palms. She pinched her nipples, rolling each one between her thumb and forefinger until they were tight, hard buds.

“Christ. You mean to kill me before I get to loving you.” He jerked beneath her. “Ride me, babe. Ride me hard. Ride until your pleasure is running down my thighs.”

She rocked against him and the steel of his shaft pressed against her sensitive spot, making her gasp with pleasure. When Jimmy had put her on top, it was for his benefit only. He … She cut off her train of thought. Jimmy didn't belong here. And there was no point comparing her two lovers because Jimmy had never been a lover. Or a giver. Cade was both.

And Jimmy was gone.

Forever.

Dawn undulated over Cade's cock, testing her rhythm, her ability to take him deep or only partway. A muscle twitched in Cade's jaw, but other than that tiny sign of his tension, he didn't push, letting her take her time to find out what worked best, feed her insatiable hunger. Finally she discovered she could get maximum friction on her knees, rocking back and up so that every movement stroked his cock against her sensitive tissue. Cade picked up her rhythm and guided her hips, steadying her as she took her pleasure from him.

“That's it.” His choked rasp of approval drove her wild. She had done this to him. Aroused him. Pushed him to the point he had to fight for control.

“Harder. I wanna watch you come all over my cock.” His hand covered her pussy, fingers seeking her clit. Dawn whimpered, and he circled it, teasing, spreading her wetness up and around but never where she wanted him to go. He jerked his hips, his cock thrusting hard and fast, and she couldn't hold on any longer.

“More. Don't stop.” She ground against him, rocked, and when finally he slid his finger over her clit, her orgasm crashed through her, waves of pleasure rippling outwards, carrying her away.

*   *   *

Cade gritted his teeth as Dawn's pussy clenched around him in wave after wave of wet heat. He'd never denied himself for so long or been so hard that he no longer knew the difference between pleasure and pain. But he wanted this night to last. He wanted to erase every last memory she had of Jimmy. With love. With him.

Dawn coming on top of him in his cut was a luscious treat: the sway of her rounded curves, the tremble of her legs, and the soft moan from her rosy lips. He slid his hands between her thighs to open her to him. Her labia glistened, pink and swollen around his cock, and he bit back a groan and tried to think about the fuel leak on his bike, the hamburger he had for dinner—anything other than the insistent throb of his cock.

He had other plans for her tonight, but when her body softened, languid on top of him, her head falling back, her beautiful golden hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, he couldn't take any more. He'd never been so painfully aroused. He had to have her.

He rolled until he was on top, his cock still hard, throbbing inside her, and then he lifted her arms and wrapped her hands around the wooden posts of his headboard. “Hold on.”

Still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, she gasped when he caught her nipple in his teeth. He licked and sucked her nipples until she was writhing on the bed, each jerk of her body sending another pulse of desire through his cock.

“Legs over my shoulders.” His breaths came in pants and sweat beaded on his forehead. He wanted to lick her all over, taste the sultry sweetness between her legs, but she was driving him insane.

Dawn braced herself on the headboard and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. The position opened her fully to him, aroused her, if her panting breaths were any indicator; his body shook with the effort of holding still.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her hot, wet sheath and then slid a pillow under her hips to give her the support she would need when he took her as deep as he could go. So deep she would know only him. His cock. His passion. His love.

“Cade…” The pleading note in her voice pleased him. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her.

He drew back and slid into her, filling her hard and fast, the angle giving him maximum penetration. Her moan was deep, primal, and he lost the last threads of his control. God, she was tight. And wet. And hot. So goddamn hot.

“Relax,” he commanded. “Let me in. Take all of me.”

He withdrew and then thrust in again, pushing deeper. This time she whimpered and he quickened his pace, hammering into her but always keeping up the pressure on her sensitive spot.

Dawn trembled, her heels digging into his back. The wounds had healed and he felt no pain. He slowed his pace, overwhelmed by how perfectly her needs met his, how beautifully she responded to his gentle commands.

“Come for me, babe.” He stroked her with a slow, insistent rhythm that brought her to a powerful, rippling climax. Her deep-throated groan sent him over the edge and he pounded into her until his balls lifted and his cock stiffened. His climax came hard and fast, a frenzied burst of pleasure.

“You are mine,” he whispered. “Mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to love.” And then he slid one finger over her clit and stroked until she came again.

 

TWENTY-SEVEN

I will live my life with no regrets.

SINNER'S TRIBE CREED

“Mommy!”

Maia and Tia waved to Dawn from the road outside the school. They were wearing new pink-and-purple outfits, all ready for the housewarming barbecue Dawn had organized for later that afternoon.

The steady rush of an autumn breeze chilled her skin, pulling a few curls free from her ponytail. Dawn pulled her cut tight around her and pushed back the wayward strands just as Cade pulled up on his bike beside her.

“Did I make it?”

“They just got out.” She looked up just as Maia and Tia clasped hands and stepped onto the road.

“Crosswalk.” Cade's loud voice carried over the after-school chatter and the whistle of the wind; it carried across the street and into the ears of two little girls who knew very well that if they ran across the road, there would be hell to pay. And not just from their mom.

Dawn heard that voice at home and in the clubhouse, in restaurants and in bars. She heard it at school plays and picnics, but only once at a ballet recital because Cade didn't like to see his girls “wearing next to nothing” on stage. That voice had coaxed her deepest, darkest fantasies from her lips and made her believe, after six happy months, maybe dreams really could come true.

“Christ,” Cade muttered as they made their way to the crosswalk. “Every fucking day. Why don't they remember? I'm gonna stop coming here because one of these times I'll have a goddamn heart attack. Even when I was on the road, I'd see a crosswalk and get worried all over again.”

Cade had never talked about his road trip with Dax, T-Rex, and Hacker before. But he didn't have to. The morning after he returned, she found a framed photograph of her parents on his pillow when she woke up. And when she went to the kitchen and found him making pancakes with her girls, she had been too overwhelmed with emotion to ask. But she didn't have to. He had promised to protect her and now there were two people who would never hurt her again.

“Language, honey.” Dawn's gentle reminder was met with a string of cusswords that would have put the boys in the playground to shame.

“I'll fucking swear all I want when they put themselves in fucking danger.” He scowled as the girls crossed the road, his face softening only when they reached the sidewalk and smiled at him. “Don't know how Dax manages with five kids.”

“I heard it gets easier the more you have.

*   *   *

Two hours later, with the barbecue in full swing, Dawn sent the girls to play with Dax's boys and grabbed a minute to chat with Arianne.

“Aren't you worried your neighbors are going to call the police about all the bikes on the street and the bikers in your yard?” Arianne sipped her vodka cooler and sat beside Dawn on the back steps.

“Apparently they're used to it. Dax lives down the street and he's had lots of biker parties, both with and without the kids. From what I hear, our little barbecue is pretty tame. And now I don't have to pretend Cade is just a bike enthusiast. Dax has never hidden who he is or what he does so he's smoothed the way for us. No one at the girls' new school seems to have an issue with him and Cade showing up for school functions wearing their cuts. It was one of the reasons we picked this house.”

She didn't share with her new friends that she worked part-time for the Sinner's Tribe MC, helping Cade with the finances. But they did know she was always on the go, juggling her new restaurant and college classes with school runs and kids' activities.

“How's that new bike working out for you?” Sparky joined them on the step, a beer in his hand. He and Arianne had fixed up an old Harley Sportster for Dawn after she had officially become an old lady in the club.

“I love it, but I haven't told Cade about it yet. He's still a bit overprotective. He gets agitated if I drive the SUV too fast. I can't imagine what he's going to say about the bike.”

Sparky waved a dismissive hand. “Once he sees you on that bike, he won't be thinking about anything except chasing after you. Nothing hotter than a chick on a bike.”

“I thought nothing was hotter than a chick with a gun.” Arianne raised an eyebrow, but Sparky just laughed. “A chick with a gun on a bike … now, that would be something to see.”

Dawn stifled a laugh. Cade didn't need to see her on a bike to chase after her. He used any excuse to get her in bed. Dressed for job hunting? Check. Dressed for a PTA meeting? Check. Undressed for the shower? Double check. Cleaning and unpacking their new house in her old sweats and ratty T-shirt? Check again. He thought she was sexy. Period. And there was nothing she could do that didn't make him want her all over again.

She heard a squeal of laughter and spotted Cade playing with Maia and Tia and their new dogs. He'd brought them the two pups from a shelter in Whitefish—one each—and they were already a permanent part of the family. Although both girls adored him, Tia was his closest companion, always thinking up new ways to make him smile. He had suffered through countless of her baking disasters, but he never complained. He ate whatever she made and convinced even Dawn that it was the most delicious food he'd ever tasted.

“Hope you're not giving Sparky a hard time.” Banks pulled a beer from the cooler and twisted off the top. “You should see these two at the bar. They think they run the place 'cause they're old ladies. I need more staff. Normal people. Bikers are nothing but trouble.”

“That's why you're always at our parties.” Sparky grinned. “'Cause you hate us.”

“Just bein' polite.” Banks sipped his beer. “You're good customers, and I like to keep the customers happy.”

After catching up on club gossip, Dawn excused herself and went looking for Cade. She found him near the back fence with Zane, deep in conversation. Usually cold and distant, Zane greeted her with what looked suspiciously like a smile.

“Cade was just saying you have all the custody shit sorted out with your kids and they're yours free and clear.”

“Yes, they're all mine and no one will ever be able to take them away.” Warmth flooded her and she squeezed Cade's hand, still needing the simple assurance that she had her happily ever after. “Deputy Benson worked out a deal. Shelly-Ann testified that the video was a setup, and we were able to use the PI's confession to back it up. She also testified against a senator and some of the Brethren. In exchange Deputy Benson got her into witness protection with all charges against her dropped.”