Savior: Silent Phoenix MC Series: Book Five

by Myers, Shannon

  Maybe it was because they knew that Bear really was the traitor.

  “Why do you think that Little Ricky is mad at me?”

  Zane shifted to face me. “Besides the fact that you took his DNA without his consent? Probably because you meddled. Put yourself in his shoes. Kid spent his whole life thinking that his dad died before he was born, and now you drop the bomb on him that he’s alive.”

  “And how is that any different than what I went through? Up until six months ago, I thought my dad was dead. Finding out he was alive was the greatest thing to ever happen to me—”

  He cleared his throat with raised eyebrows. “The greatest thing?”

  “Well, besides meeting you and finding out I was pregnant with baby Thor. I just…” I sighed. “I just really thought he would’ve been happier. Now, we may never speak again.”

  “He’ll come around. I’m convinced it’s impossible to stay mad at you.”

  “Really?” I said, a smile creeping onto my face.

  “Really, Cap. Now, get comfortable and watch for anything suspicious.”

  “Is this something you used to do a lot?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, as long as you stay inconspicuous, it’s a good way to get information. I did surveillance on you.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “I even peed in a bottle to avoid blowing my cover.”

  It wasn’t a romantic thing to say, but I found myself turned on, regardless. “You watched me like this? Just hours and hours, doing nothing but watching me?”

  “Yep. Camped out in the parking lot of the mall one night and waited for you to come out. Then I followed you back to your apartment—”

  “Did you watch me get undressed?” I interrupted with a giggle.

  His eyebrows pulled together as he frowned. “Uh, no. It was the night that Jackson Blake showed up at your door. I left when he did.”

  I frowned. The big lug was ruining my fantasy by bringing up my ex-fiance. If we were going to pass the time, it was up to me to get him back on track. “What if he hadn’t been there?”

  “What do you mean?” He lifted the binoculars and studied something near the door before lowering them again.

  “I mean…” I ran a finger lightly down his arm. “What if it had just been me? Would you have stayed?”

  “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It was pretty late. I guess I might’ve observed you for a little bit longer, just to see if there was anything I could’ve used on our case.”

  I bit down on my lip, fighting a grin. “I remember there being this one area of the parking lot where you could clearly see into my apartment if the balcony blinds were open. What if you’d parked there?”

  Zane rubbed at his beard, clearly thinking through the scenario like a cop would. “I guess it’s possible. If I had reason to believe that you were working with the Blake family and I didn’t know you’d be coming into the gym, it’s entirely possible that I might’ve camped out in the parking lot and watched you.”

  Another fantasy entered my mind of me showering alone in the locker room while he watched from one of the nearby couches.

  One fantasy at a time, Dakota.

  My mouth went dry, and I swallowed before continuing. “So, you’re camped out in front of my apartment, and I come home from, say, comic book club. I look really hot, by the way. I go into my apartment and kick off my heels before stripping down. I don’t even look to see if the blinds are open before doing it. So, there I am in just my underwear, walking around my apartment without a care in the world.”

  Zane’s face remained blank, but I watched as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before reaching down to adjust himself through his jeans. “What’s the underwear look like, Cap?”

  Welcome to the party, Detective Masterson.

  “Oh, it’s that black lacy set you like so much. You know, the material is so sheer you can almost see my nipples if you look hard enough.”

  His hand dropped back down to the crotch of his jeans.

  “Maybe that’s what I’m wearing when you’re watching me. And then I remember that I’m thirsty and grab a bottled water from the fridge. I’m drinking it so fast that some spills from my mouth and down my chest. It’s so cold, and now my nipples are hard, just rubbing against the lace.”

  Zane groaned softly and clenched his hand into a fist before asking, “Yeah? Then what?”

  “Oh, I don’t want to wear a wet bra around the house, so I reach back and unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor. And, I look at the clock and realize it’s almost time for the news to come on, and I’m a single girl living in the big city all alone, I need to stay informed about current events.”

  “The news?” He asked through his teeth, forcibly restraining himself.

  “Oh, yes,” I said, trying for sultry.

  “I go toward the couch before noticing how big the moon is. Without another thought, I pull the vertical blinds to the side and open the sliding glass door to see it better. Only, now you can see me better too. You wanted to stay hidden, but I know you’re there and now you’re worried. Maybe I’m about to bust your entire case wide open. But, then I do something surprising.”

  Zane had given up any pretense of hiding his erection and was now openly stroking himself through his jeans. “What do you do, Cap?”

  I grinned. “I go back inside and close the door, but I leave the blinds pulled so you can see me. I realize I’ve seen you around the complex before, and from what I remember, you’re incredibly sexy. I keep my eyes on your truck as I move my hand down to my panties. As I slip my fingers under the waistband, I realize it’s not my hand I want… it’s yours.”

  “M-mine?” He forced out. “What are you going to do about it?”

  “I walk up to the glass door, letting my nipples brush against the cool glass before gesturing for you to come up. What would you have done then, Big Guy?”

  He hissed out a ragged breath. “I would’ve been out of my truck and up those stairs within seconds.”

  “And then what?” I whispered, slipping a hand under the waistband of my leggings. Zane’s eyes followed the movement, and he clenched his jaw. “What would you have done if I opened the door and invited you in?”

  “This.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned across the console, his lips parting on a warm exhale against my skin. Suddenly, being forced to spend hours in his truck together didn’t feel quite like the punishment it was an hour ago.

  I lifted a finger and traced it around his mouth, similar to the very first time I kissed him. “Hey, Big Guy,” I whispered. “Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

  Zane grinned down at me, his eyes drunk with lust, before lowering his mouth over mine. He tugged my lower lip into his mouth with a sigh. One hand went behind my head, holding my hair back, while the other stroked small circles over the baby.

  “Unbuckle,” he murmured against my lips.

  When I complied, he resumed sucking and nipping at my lower lip, letting his hand wander down to the top of my leggings. As his fingers slipped beneath the waistband, much like my own had only moments before, my body grew slick with need.

  “If I’d just watched you do a strip-tease in your apartment, and you answered the door for me in nothing but your panties,” Zane panted against my cheek.

  “I wouldn’t have wasted time pulling them off.” His fingers brushed over the lace before he yanked it to the side with a growl. “See, I would’ve known what you needed and just… repositioned them for easier access.”

  When his hand stilled against me, I opened my eyes with a huff of frustration. “Big Guy, I’m… I’m a little uncomfortable.”

  He froze. “Is it Thor?”

  I shook my head with a hiss. “Um, no. I’m just really turned on and wearing too many clothes and—”

  “Kick your shoes off,” he directed, before freeing my lower half from the confines of its cotton and spandex prison. True to his word, the lacy panties stayed exactly where they were. I di
dn’t have the heart to tell him that they weren’t maternity, and had begun leaving indentions and patterns in my skin. It would’ve ruined the fantasy.

  “Where were we?” Zane asked with another sly grin. “Oh, right. You’ve just answered the door.” His teeth grazed along my jawline. “And now I’ve got you up against the wall with my hand between your legs.”

  “I—I would’ve begged you to touch me…”

  “Oh, yeah? How?” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “How would you have begged me.”

  There was only one thing that I could’ve said. The one word that never failed to turn him on. Pushing my lips into a pout, I whispered, “Fuck me with your fingers, Big Guy.”

  “Jesus,” he growled before plunging one inside me, my body completely ready for him. “You know what it does to me to hear you talk like that.”

  My head fell back against the seat, and I arched my back, forcing his finger deeper. “D-don’t stop.”

  He added another before crushing his mouth to mine again. His kisses became rougher, his beard scraping against the delicate skin around my mouth with every one. I twisted his long hair up in my hands, fighting to keep his mouth on mine.

  I didn’t care if I had the world’s worst case of beard burn afterward as long as his fingers continued moving just… like… that.

  My belly tightened, and I dropped my forehead to his as I clenched around him with a strangled cry. Zane didn’t slow his movements, just thrust his tongue past my parted lips, silencing the sound.

  I slowly came back down, my body still pulsing around him with mini-orgasms. “Oh,” I managed.

  “Oh,” he agreed before pulling his fingers from my body, bringing them up to his mouth to suck clean. “I need a bigger truck because you taste fucking amazing, and a man like me needs room to eat.”

  I pulled the damp hair off my forehead. The breath faltered in my chest at the image of Zane down on his knees in front of me. The man was going to give me a heart attack.

  His own breathing had gone ragged, and I cracked one eye open at the sound of his zipper coming down. His dick tented the front of his boxer briefs, clearly in need of attention.

  “Sit back,” I directed before moving up onto my knees. Baby Thor shifted, contorting my belly as he stretched before settling back to sleep.

  Zane let his eyes drift down to rest on my stomach, the look of love so intense on his face that it made me want to cry. “God, I fucking love watching him move like that.”

  I dropped my mouth down to his with a happy sigh. We were definitely going to be doing more surveillance. It had really brought us closer together.

  He caught my hand and brought it down to circle his dick. “Touch me, Cap.”

  I gently squeezed his shaft in my hand before lowering my head. “If you came into my apartment and made me orgasm like you just did, I would’ve felt the need to return the favor.”

  “Yeah?” His voice was strained.

  I swirled my tongue over the tip of him with a low hum of pleasure. “It wouldn’t have been fair to leave you like this, would it?”

  “Definitely… not.”

  I let my hand glide up and down for a few strokes before taking more of him in my mouth. At our wedding reception, one of Zane’s buddies had stumbled over to drunkenly tell him that now that he was married, he’d never get a blow job ever again. At the comment, I’d choked on my ginger ale and promptly had to excuse myself.

  Before Zane, I would’ve agreed, but there was something about watching my superhero lose control because of my mouth that turned me on.

  Maybe I was the exception to the rule.

  It wasn’t as if Kate would’ve been open to questioning. My sister kept the details of her sex life locked down tighter than Fort Knox.

  I swallowed around him, and he thrust deeper with a low groan, keeping my hair twisted up in his fist. We quickly found a rhythm, the cab of the truck filled with the sounds of me pleasuring my husband.

  “Come here.” He tugged my hair, just until my mouth slipped off of him. “Straddle me.”

  I looked down at my belly and then back to him. “Babe, I’m not sure—”

  He reached in between the seat and the door, and the seat hummed to life, reclining his chair until he was almost laying flat. “Ride me.”

  My tank top slipped over my head before joining the leggings on the floorboard. I awkwardly climbed across the console. As I placed my legs on either side of his, I was painfully aware of the dampness clinging to the inside of my thighs.

  Zane hadn’t missed it either and reached between my legs to coat his fingertips. “If we were at home right now… I’d want you to sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue.”

  “Z-Zane,” I stuttered, suddenly wetter at the thought.

  “It’s what I would’ve done if you’d invited me into your apartment,” he said with a grin as he lined the head of his dick up with my opening.

  “Wouldn’t have let a single drop go to waste,” he growled before pulling me down onto his thighs. “That’s my girl. Fuck, I wish you could see yourself like I do. You are so goddamn sexy that it’s almost fucking impossible not to come right away.”

  “Mmmm…” I moaned at his words of praise. “Not yet. I need more.”

  “I know you do, babe. Let go, I’ve got you.”

  I rolled my hips forward until he was where I needed him, digging my fingernails into the hard muscles of his chest as I came apart with another loud cry.

  Zane’s hand moved over my mouth, muffling the sound before he thrust up, forcing me to take all of him. His other hand stayed against my belly as if he was reassuring our son that I was okay.

  I wasn’t okay.

  Another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I shuddered through my next breath, wondering how it was possible that sex still felt this good.

  I rocked back with a whimper, my hand sliding over the fogged-up window as his thrusts became shallower. Even my glasses were coated in condensation. Knowing I was good for one more, I moved my hips faster, chasing my next high.

  Zane came up off the seat, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and back as he filled me with a roar. Our heavy breathing filled the small space, and I began to giggle.

  “What?” he panted.

  I wiped the sweat from my head with a smile. “I just imagined what it would’ve been like if you would’ve come into my apartment and made love to me like that. I would’ve never let you leave.”

  “Who’s to say I would’ve left? Maybe I would’ve broken out the handcuffs and stuck around for extra questioning,” he exhaled a laugh and buried his face between my breasts with a playful growl.

  The radio that Mike had insisted we needed crackled to life from the cupholder. “What are we seeing, Big Guy?”

  Zane lifted his head and whispered against my ear, “Let’s see… a pair of fantastic tits and the woman I love wrapped around my cock.”

  “I don’t think you can tell him that,” I whispered back as if Mike might somehow hear us.

  He reached around me for the radio and brought it up to his mouth. “Yeah, we got nothing so far. Pretty quiet—”

  We both jumped as something heavy rapped against the driver’s side window. The radio fell from Zane’s hand as he tugged himself back into his jeans before lifting me over the console and into the passenger seat.

  Just as Zane reached for his weapon from the side pocket of the door, it was thrown open. I saw the barrel of the gun as it dug into Zane’s temple before the man holding it came into view. “Thought I made myself pretty clear—” Bear said in a low voice.

  “Masterson, come in,” Mike’s voice crackled from somewhere under the seat. “Is there a problem? Do you have eyes on the target?”

  I kept one arm over my chest and the other between my legs, fighting to remain semi-decent. “Sir Bear, we did not mean to—”

  “Jesus Christ, Dakota! Put your goddamn clothes on!” He snapped, looking away with a wince. “Some spies you t
wo make. What happened, Detective? Took a wrong turn and got lost in your wife’s cunt?”

  “Don’t talk about her like that,” Zane growled through a clenched jaw. “We weren’t here for you.”

  Bear laughed. “Right, you were just here to fuck.”

  I hurriedly replaced my clothing before trying again. “Please, we didn’t see anything. Just let us go, and—”

  “Out. Let’s go. I gave you both a warnin’, one you obviously didn’t pay a goddamn bit of attention to. Maybe you’ll listen a little better this time around.”

  Zane brought his hands up to rest against the steering wheel before calmly stating, “Let her go, Bear. She can take my truck. You and I both know the last thing you need is Grey’s daughter’s blood on your hands—”

  “No,” I argued, tears already leaking from the corners of my eyes. “I’m not leaving you alone, Big Guy.”

  “Dakota, listen to me. You are going to—”

  “Shut the fuck up, both of you. Jesus Christ! No one’s goin’ anywhere, no one’s gettin’ special treatment, okay? She ain’t a kid anymore, Masterson. See…” He kept the gun on Zane before dragging him from the truck. “In my club, we have rules. Apologies and second chances don’t exist. We live by code, and we die by code.”

  Panic held my body in a vice as I threw my door open and scrambled down after them, feeling as if I was on the verge of hyperventilating. My bare feet landed on broken glass, but the feeling of pain barely registered in my rush to get to Zane.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” Bear warned, keeping the gun trained up at Zane. “Stay where you are unless you wanna be scrapin’ your superhero’s head up off the pavement. Now, I’ve let a lot of shit slide, but this has crossed a goddamn line. I ain’t your villain!”

  “You didn’t even look for him,” I choked back a sob, knowing the only reason Zane hadn’t tried fighting back was because of me. “You just gave up—”

  “Gave up? You don’t know a fuckin’ thing about what I’ve done,” he snarled.

  “The reason you don’t know? Because I’ve got a goddamn traitor in my clubhouse. And, if I have to sit back and let everybody think it’s business as fuckin’ usual, I’ll do it to catch the rat who gave up your old man. But I’m not lettin’ a fuckin’ civilian come in and tell me how to run my club!”