“It’s a life where I protect the people closest to me the best way I know how. Being part of the MC means I don’t worry about rules or laws or orders when my brothers are at risk. It means I can do what needs to be done to protect what’s mine. It means I can live a life without guilt or regret.”
Cade wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. For a long time they stood in silence, hearts beating together, and then he brushed his lips over her forehead and pulled away.
“You okay with that?”
“I don’t think I can handle it,” she said. “I saw too many things when I was with the Brethren that still give me nightmares. I don’t want to be part of that life, even if we’re just hanging out and having a good time.”
“What I do with the club doesn’t come back on you, sweetheart.” His voice tightened. “It doesn’t touch you. And what Mad Dog did to you is not something I would ever do. Yeah, I may be violent, but it stops outside that door. I don’t need to hit a woman to feel like a man. I don’t get off on dominating a woman until there’s nothing left but an empty shell. I am always in control.”
Dawn released the breath she’d been holding. She hadn’t realized just how much she needed his assurance. But more than that, he seemed to understand abuse at a fundamental level. Almost as if …
The door vibrated under the pounding of someone’s fist. “Jagger wants to see you.”
“Fuck off.”
“He said now.” She recognized Tank’s voice and T-Rex’s low chuckle. God, this was like being in high school all over again.
“I said fuck off.”
“You busy in there, Cade?” Tank knocked again. “You need any help taking care of business?”
Hmmm. Not as busy as they should be. And since everyone already assumed they’d be at it by now, and she could see her way forward through the forest of the biker world, maybe they should get on with the program.
“You wanna lose a fucking hand?” Cade barked.
Dawn slid her hands under Cade’s shirt and pushed it up and over his head, grimacing at the four white bandages on his pecs. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest. His skin was warm and dry, tasting slightly salty, deliciously male.
She felt the low rumble of his pleasure at the juncture of her thighs and yanked open his jeans. Oh God. He’d gone commando. She wrapped her palm around his shaft and he let out a groan that made her mouth water. The floor outside the door creaked and footsteps faded down the hallway.
“Christ. I fucking ache for you.” He hugged her face with his hands and took her mouth in a deep, hard kiss, almost violent in its intensity. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed. He devoured her mouth as if he’d been starving for her, giving her barely enough time to take a breath. He tasted of bourbon, and the thick, sweet taste sent her pulse skyrocketing, ripping a moan from her throat.
“Here I am.” She dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his shaft, just as she’d wanted to do when he’d been standing in her kitchen. Except this time his injuries weren’t bad enough to keep her desire at bay.
*
Ah God. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. After letting her dance that little dance downstairs in her fucking sexy dress, and seeing the lines of worry disappear from her forehead after he gave her the assurance he wouldn’t be taking his fists to her pretty face—his father’s son he was not—he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in her pussy and drown himself in her sweetness.
But damn her hot, wet little mouth was impossible to resist.
Cade slid a hand through Dawn’s hair, pulling her forward until she took all of him in. “So fucking hot seeing you on your knees, those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”
She pulled away and smiled. “So fucking hot doing what I wanted to do the last time I had you injured and at my mercy.”
Cade bit his lip as she teased, licking and sucking his cock until he had to fight back the urge to pump into her mouth. In the distance he could hear the low murmur of voices, the rev of a motorbike, the rustle of leaves outside his window. In his ears he could hear the thud of his frantically pounding heart. He tasted his own blood on his tongue, and his fingers tightened in her hair.
“You keep teasing and it will be you begging for mercy.”
“Naughty.” She withdrew and gave him an admonishing look. “You should be nice when your girl has your cock in her mouth.” She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently while she flicked her tongue over the swollen head of his shaft. His hips jerked forward and his cock prodded at her lips.
“My girl.” He liked the way it sounded. He’d never had a woman exclusively his. Never wanted one. Not since he’d left the military. But damn he wanted her, and not for just one night.
Dawn laughed and slid her hand between her legs, grinding her palm over her clit. “Maybe your girl will just take care of herself.”
Cade’s eyes locked on her hand, positioned exactly where he wanted his cock to go. “You want to touch yourself, you do it with no clothes on, and when I got a good view.”