His brow creased. “You okay?”
“Hard, Cade. Fuck me, hard.” She braced herself on the bed, spreading her legs to accommodate him. Then she gave him a wiggle.
Too much. Too hot. Too sexy.
With a grunt of pleasure, he hammered into her, his firm hands gripping her hips, holding her still. Her pussy tightened around him, and a moan ripped from his throat, and in that moment he was hers to command.
“More.”
Cade shifted behind her, changing his angle so his cock hit her sensitive inner walls, driving her to come a second time. Again and again he hit that sweet spot, and then he reached around to stroke her clit. Dawn stiffened and climaxed again, her pussy clamping around him, pulling him over the edge.
“I’m coming, babe. Fuck. So good.” Cade thrust deep and hard. His balls lifted, tightened. Then sensation exploded from his spine. His cock thickened and jerked inside her as he came in heated waves of pleasure.
He collapsed over her, brushing kisses over the soft skin on her neck, covering her with his body.
“You have no end of talents.” Dawn looked back over her shoulder. “But I kinda liked being in charge.”
“You weren’t in charge. I was in charge.”
Her lips quivered with a smile. “I let you be in charge.”
He gave her that because she wanted it. But seriously, who did she think was running the show?
*
“Cade!”
Dawn startled awake when someone banged on the door. Cade jerked up beside her in the bed and stumbled to his feet.
“What the fuck?” he shouted.
“The Black Jacks are outside,” Tank yelled. “They’ve taken out the guards. They’re trying to burn down the clubhouse.”
They dressed quickly and Cade yanked open door.
“Where’s Jagger?”
“On his way.” Tank wiped a hand over his face, black with soot. T-Rex stood behind him, bare-chested save for his cut, his belt undone, hair a messy rumple. Gunshots rang out below and fire lit up the night sky, the acrid stench of smoke only now filtering through the windows.
“What do you want us to do?” Tank panted. “There are only twenty men brothers here and the prospect.”
Cade morphed from gentle lover to fighter in a heartbeat, his words coming fast and clipped as he strapped on his weapon. “Tell the prospect to start calling up the brothers. Get as many men out here as we can. Barricade the road where it meets the highway so they’re trapped here unless they want to chance riding through the bush. We gotta guard the Rizzoli weapons. I want five men out at the weapons shed. Everyone else should arm up and get out front.” He grabbed Dawn and shoved her forward. “T-Rex, take her home through the trail out back.”
“He’s not a fucking babysitter,” Tank spat out. “We need him here.”
Cade’s hand shot out and he shoved Tank up against the wall. “I’m giving the fucking orders and your job is to obey. If I say we can spare him, then we can spare him. End of discussion.”
“I can help. I know how to use a gun.” Dawn tugged on his arm and he brushed her away.
“What you did out near Big Bill’s wasn’t shooting. You coulda got us killed. And I can’t lead the brothers if I’m worrying about you. I want you out of here, and I want you safe. We took out five Jacks the other night and they’re here for revenge. Go with T-Rex. Now.” He tagged his cut, shrugging it on as he stalked down the hallway with Tank following close behind.
Dismissed.
Dawn gritted her teeth at his abrupt departure. He hadn’t even considered her offer. As with Jimmy, he thought she was a liability. But dammit, she wasn’t helpless and in need of protection, and she didn’t want him to be a man down because he thought she couldn’t look after herself.
An explosion shook the clubhouse, and the chandelier in the hallway rattled. T-Rex ran over to the window and swore. “The weapons shed is on fire. They musta thrown something at the roof. If it blows, we’ll have the cops, the fire department, and the fucking ATF out here. We’ll all go to jail.”
“Then we’d better put it out right away. I was part of a fire line during a vacation with my parents in North Carolina. We need buckets, hoses, and as many brothers as can be spared. We can run water from the kitchen and any outside taps.” She didn’t wait for his agreement, but ran barefoot down the hallway, wishing she’d brought something to wear other than her slinky red dress.
Within minutes T-Rex had rounded up some buckets and Dawn organized the brothers. She filled bucket after bucket from the tap in the sink, passing them to T-Rex who sent them down the line. Gunfire peppered the front of the clubhouse and thick, black smoke billowed through the windows, choking her and making her eyes water, but she didn’t slow her pace.