“Babe. I need to talk to you.” He turned her gently, resting her head on his shoulder so he could harass her face-to-face. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“I wasn’t having any problems.” She squeezed her eyes closed and buried her face in his neck, breathing in his warm masculine scent. She’d dragged herself to work in the morning, stumbled through her job in the afternoon, spent a few hours sorting her house while the workmen changed the locks and window, and barely made it through her shift at the bar before Cade picked her up and took her back to the clubhouse.
Too tired to eat, she’d allowed him to put her to bed, expecting to sleep until the sun came up.
Apparently, Cade had other ideas, and now that she was awake, she had some ideas, too.
“I know a cure for insomnia.” She eased herself on top of him, perversely pleased she’d gone to bed without any clothes. Cradling his hips with her thighs, she slid down until he was perfectly placed, his semi-erect shaft nestled against the curve of her sex.
Cade groaned. “You’re making this hard.”
“Yes, I am.” She wiggled on top of him, delighted at his instant response. One thing about Cade, he could perform at a moment’s notice.
“What happened last night at your house, can’t happen again.” Cade stroked his hand down her back. “I can’t touch him, but I can’t sit back and let him threaten you, either. It’s gone too far.”
“What are you going to do?”
He spread his legs, parting her wide, and his cock slid through her wet folds. “I’ve thought of another way.”
“What way? And don’t think I don’t realize you’re trying to distract me.”
Cade leaned up and caught her nipple between his teeth, licking and sucking until she moaned. “You’re gonna be my old lady.”
“I don’t want to be your old lady.” She reared back, her breath catching in her throat. “I don’t want to be anyone’s old lady. Been there. Done that. Got the bruises and the emotional trauma to show it.”
“Shhhh, babe.” Cade’s strong arms wrapped around her and he pulled her down to his chest. “It won’t be permanent. Right now, Mad Dog still thinks you’re his, and he’s using the pass Wolf bought him to ride freely through town. That puts you in danger. So we make him understand you’re taken and he’s got no claim on you. And if he does come near you again, I can deal with him without going against the club ’cause I’m defending my old lady. No one fucks with a biker’s old lady.”
“I haven’t even gotten used to the fact that we occasionally have hot sex. Being an old lady is too big a step. I can’t deal with the violence, Cade. I can’t be part of this world again.”
He rocked his hips against her, his erection sliding against her clit. “You’re gonna say yes, because you can’t fight Jimmy alone. He’s part of the Brethren and to stand a chance you need a club on your side. And it’s not forever. There’s an election coming up and once it’s done and the Brethren patch over to us, Mad Dog is dead. You’ll be safe and … “He hesitated. “The Sinners can help you get your girls back.”
Now that caught her interest. “How?”
“’Cause if you’re a Sinner, then they are Sinners. Shelly-Ann can’t hold them for fucking ransom, and no one’s gonna do shit if I pick them up and bring them home. This is a Sinner town and the cops and social services will have to toe the fucking line.”
“I’m going to say no.” She pushed up, trying to get his cock where she wanted it to go. Although tempting, his solution didn’t address the fact there was a court decision out there that said she was an unfit mother. If this ended when Jimmy died—and she didn’t want to think about being in any way complicit in his death—then she’d be on her own again and the authorities could still take her girls away.
But oh, for a chance …
Cade gave her an evil grin, then rolled until he was on top of her, his shaft hard and heavy between her legs. “If you want a taste of me, you’re gonna have to be mine.”
Desire curled through Dawn’s belly, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Maybe I don’t want a taste of you. Maybe I just want to go to sleep and pretend this conversation never happened.”
He eased to the side then thrust a thick finger into her wetness. “You’re gonna say yes, sweetheart, because by the time I’m done, you won’t be able to say anything else.”
“If you’re planning to sex me into agreeing to be your old lady, then there’s something I want,” she said as a plan formulated in her mind.
Cade kicked her legs apart and pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance. “And you’ll get it when you say yes.”