“Open for me, sexy girl.”
Dawn couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her lips, deep, hungry, and full of need. She’d been with other men since Cade, but none was as rough, driving her past all restraint to touch the wild side she had buried long ago.
“Seems you can’t help being bossy.” She nuzzled his jaw, prickly with a five o’clock shadow, and then braced herself against his shoulders to wrap her legs around his hips.
“Only ’cause I know you secretly like it.” Cade slicked a finger through her folds and groaned. “So wet and ready for me.”
“It’s the whole vibrating motorcycle, chasing bad guys, pressing up against you, dangerous speed, shooting at people, shouting at me, being sweet, and fucking me in a parking lot thing. It turns me on.”
Cade growled his appreciation. “You were fucking made for me, sweetheart.”
“It’s just chemistry.” She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his masculine scent, laced with leather and crisp mountain air.
“Fuck, yeah.” He yanked her down, his cock thrusting deep inside her slick, wet heat. Dawn groaned as he filled her. So hard. So thick. So … perfect.
His fingers tightened on her ass and Dawn trembled. Cade had no limits in the pursuit of sexual pleasure, and after two nights with him neither did she.
“You promised me hard and fast.”
“Christ. You’re killing me.” Cade gripped her hips and hammered into her with a primal intensity that took her breath away. Passion burned between them. Her head smacked against the brick wall, and the rough mortar dug into her back, but she wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. Only Cade could drive her wild.
“Come for me. I wanna hear you.” He slid a thick finger between them to stroke over her clit, and her arousal peaked. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body, a pleasure so intense she could only hang on for the ride.
Cade pounded into her, fingers digging into her skin. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he rode out her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure, before his body finally tensed and he came with a groan. His muscles bunching beneath her hands, cock pulsing inside her. Then he fell forward, cradling her against him with one arm, bracing himself against the wall with the other.
He held her as they came down, chests heaving together, hearts pounding in unison. Then he released her, and they straightened their clothes in comfortable silence.
“Maybe sometimes it’s okay if you’re bossy,” Dawn murmured as he fastened his belt. “Especially if it means chasing after Jimmy and having hot sex in a parking lot.”
“Good to know.” His mouth quirked at the corners, and then he stilled.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s behind us.”
He leaned down and kissed her slowly, reverently, lingering, as if they were alone, while he reached between them and drew his gun from its holster.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispered. And then in one smooth move Cade spun around, pushed her behind his back, and fired.
SEVEN
What’s mine is mine and I shall strive to protect it to the best of my ability.
SINNER’S TRIBE CREED
“I can’t fucking believe you got into a high-speed chase only three blocks from the police station. Or that you fucking shot at the Brethren on the highway.” Jagger glared at Cade as they stretched out on the rocky outcropping just above the valley where Rizzoli’s truck full of weapons was due to cross at any moment. “Or that I had to hear about it on the fucking news.”
“I was just trying to run them outta town. Dawn grabbed my gun and started shooting. Nothing I could do about it. I was going so fast it woulda been dangerous to let go.” He looked over at Jagger and grinned. “Safety first. And there was nothing stopping her from taking Mad Dog out except for the fact she can’t shoot for shit.”
“Jesus Christ. Someone put a bullet in his head.” Jagger turned to face him. “You think I’m stupid?”
“Calm the fuck down,” Zane muttered from behind them. “Sound echoes in this valley. We don’t want to tip them off. The point of an ambush is to stay hidden until the last moment.”
“You would know, since you live in the fucking shadows.” Cade snorted when Zane scowled. Nothing he liked better than riling Zane up. The guy was wound up too damn tight. Just once he wanted to make the VP laugh.
Cade’s dad hadn’t had much of a sense of humor, either. But on the good days, when he was kind to Cade’s mom, Cade would try to make him laugh with practical jokes he bought from the corner store with the money he saved from his paper route. He’d felt an incredible sense of achievement when he made his dad smile or, even better, ruffle his hair and toss him a compliment the way he tossed their dog, Selma, a bone.