CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series)

by James, Nicole

  She nodded.

  “Fuck, I love watching you when you’re about to orgasm.” He hooked a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her down, his mouth going to her ear. “You’re so fucking hot, Shannon. I want to feel that moment when you clench that pussy around me and come all over me.”

  His dirty talk was enough to send her bucking over the edge, clutching the headboard as her body slowly stopped. Her breathing heavy, her arms went limp, and she fell against him. He caught her to him, his arms enfolding her, holding her close until the tremors of release subsided.

  When she was melted all over him, he eased her to her back, keeping their connection as he rolled on top of her. “Can you feel me, Shannon?”

  He brushed the hair back from her sweat slicked forehead, his eyes searching hers.

  She nodded.

  He pushed forward, letting her feel that he was still big and hard inside her. He began to move slowly, gliding inside her, stroking in and out.

  She moaned under him.

  “Is that a good moan or a bad moan, sweetheart?” he asked, his strokes not letting up.

  “It’s good. So good,” she panted, breathless. “More. Take me. Take me hard.”

  He grinned down at her. “All right, sweetheart. However you want it.”

  She smiled. “I can’t move my muscles. I’m all melty.”

  “You just lay there and enjoy it. Let me do all the work this time.”

  She gave him another dreamy smile. “Okay.”

  The next morning, Crash woke before Shannon. He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned, his eyes fell on her body as she lay in the bed on her stomach. She was facing away from him, one leg canted up, the sheet fallen away, and her body completely bare. His eyes trailed down the beautiful sensual curve of her body. The gorgeous line of her spine that led down to the dimples at the small of her back, poised over her perfect heart shaped ass, down her long, slender legs. Her golden skin in contrast to the bright white of the sheets, her hair spread out over the pillow. In a spur of the moment action, he picked up his cell phone from the bedside table and took a picture of her lying there, so perfectly beautiful.

  Still holding the phone, he crawled in next to her. His eyes were on the photo, and he was smiling when she shifted, turning to look at him through sleepy eyes. He looked up from the screen and saw the serene expression on her face as she smiled at him.

  “Good morning,” she murmured.

  He couldn’t help himself from lifting the phone and snapping another photo. A close-up of her smiling face. Then he set it on the bedside table and slid closer to her. “Good morning, Princess.” He brushed a soft kiss on her lips as his hand stroked over her bare back, down her spine, to the curve of her bottom.

  Shannon’s eyes slid closed again as she enjoyed the feel of his touch, his hands stroking gently over her skin. His touch was tender, loving and affectionate without turning sexual. It felt good that they could share this. That they could be intimate without it being just about sex.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. Crash was turned on his side, his head propped in his hand, his eyes on his hand stroking her bottom.

  “Crash?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I don’t even know your real name.”

  He grinned, and his hand slid up, picking her hand up where it lay on the pillow between them, and he brought it to his lips, brushing a kiss on the backs of her knuckles. “Tyler Shaw.”

  She grinned back. Her hand reached out, the back of her index finger stroking down his light beard. “Tyler, huh?”

  His hand released hers and drifted down to her thigh, his eyes following as the backs of his fingers stroked softly from her upper thigh to her knee.

  “Angel told me you were married once before.”

  “Yup.” His eyes still on her leg.

  “Yup? That’s it?”

  He met her searching gaze. “You really want to talk about this?”

  “Yup.”

  He grinned when she gave his word back to him. “It was when I first moved out here. It lasted about three years.”

  “What went wrong?”

  He shrugged. “I was too young. Too wild. I just wasn’t in family mode.”

  “Was she?”

  “She wanted kids. I didn’t. She got tired of waiting for me to be ready.”

  Shannon thought about his words, not responding.

  “At least she had the decency to not force that down my throat.”

  “Force it down your throat?”

  “I’m just saying I respect her for not just turning up pregnant and making me deal with it, when she knew I didn’t want that.”

  Shannon nodded, thinking about how good he was with Melissa, she’d thought he’d make a great father someday. She’d never expected that he didn’t want kids.

  He looked over at her. “You’re being quiet.”

  It was her turn to shrug. “Just surprised, I guess.”

  “Surprised? How?”

  “I just didn’t expect that. That you didn’t want kids. The way you are with Melissa, I never would have thought you didn’t want to be a father.”

  “Shannon, that was then.”

  She looked at him blankly.

  “That was years ago. Before Melissa came into my life. Things change. I’ve changed.”

  “So, now…”

  “I think about it sometimes. I’m not gonna lie, it still scares the shit outta me, but I think I’m in a place now in my life where I could see it as a possibility.”

  She rolled to her back and grinned. “You know accidents happen, even if you’re careful.”

  “Not if you remember to take that pill every day, they don’t.” His eyes bored into hers.

  “Crash, even if it’s taken conscientiously, things happen. There are some antibiotics that can reduce the pills effectiveness and-”

  “Yeah, and all that shit’s spelled out in the paperwork that comes with the prescription.”

  She laughed. “I take it you’ve read it all.”

  “Damn straight, I have. Haven’t you?”

  She nodded.

  He studied her for a while. “Don’t be one of those women, Shannon.”

  “What women?”

  “Women who turn up pregnant without having that conversation with their partner, without it being what they both want.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  “Do you want a baby, sweetheart?”

  She looked away. “Someday.”

  He brought her chin back to him. “Shannon, do you want a baby?”

  “I…I hadn’t really thought about it.”

  “Then why is this bothering you?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just hearing you talk about not wanting kids. I guess it’s making me think about it.”

  “It’s making you realize you do want kids.”

  She nodded. “I guess.”

  “Baby, we get there, I’m not saying never. I’m not saying no. I’m just saying I want to be part of the decision.”

  She huffed out a laugh.

  “What’s funny?”

  “This conversation. Considering you just now told me your real name.”

  He grinned. “Yeah.” He studied her, thinking.

  “Now what are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking us having this conversation speaks more to where this relationship is at, than what name you call me does.” He brushed the hair back from her face. “So, you think I’d make a good father?”

  She smiled. “The way you are with Melissa, yes, I think you’d be a wonderful father.”

  His face lit up, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Maybe I just have a way with dealing with females.”

  “Then you’d better hope for a daughter.”

  He fell to his back on the bed. “Hell, she’d have me wrapped.”

  Shannon rose up on her elbow, smiling down at him. “Around her little finger.”

 
“Speaking of fingers and wrapped, I know where I’d like your fingers wrapped. Around my dick.” He took her hand and brought it to him, closing her hand around him. His hand covered hers as she began to stroke him. He grinned. “So, what else did Angel tell you?”

  She smiled, working over him with her hand, stroking him to life and watching his body tense and react. His breathing deepened, and her eyes watched his chest rise and fall. She took in the beauty of that muscled chest.

  “Shannon?” he prodded.

  Her gaze lifted to his. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

  The corner of his mouth pulled up. “I’m supposed to be the one losing concentration here.”

  She grinned back. “Then I must not be doing it right.”

  “You’re doing it right. What else did Angel tell you?”

  “Not much.”

  “I’m not believing that.” His hips lifted, encouraging her hand. “Harder.”

  She smiled, giving him what he wanted. “She said you were into me.”

  He moved without warning, rolling on top of her and sliding inside her in one hard thrust. His arms were braced, keeping the majority of his weight off her as he stared down into her face. “I’m into you pretty good right now.”

  “Crash,” she panted. “That’s not what she meant.”

  He hovered over her and gave her a slow glide in and out and back in, staring into her eyes. “Yeah, darlin’.” He dipped his head, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m into you.” His nose glided along her face until his mouth was at her ear, where he whispered, “I’m into you so deep, I may never find my way out.”

  Crash pull back and stared down at her.

  “Baby,” she breathed, her face softening at his words, and she slid her hands to his face, pulling his head down and brushing his lips with a gentle kiss that only flamed the fire that was already building inside him.

  An instinctive drive to dominate her surged through him. It was a compulsion to lead, a need to control. His weight came down on her, and he deepened the kiss, growling as he caught her hands in his, lacing their fingers and pressing them to the mattress. She yielded, giving in so sweetly, opening to him and letting him take.

  He tightened his grip on her hands as his body flexed and moved above her, driving into her slowly, forcefully, powerfully. He held her gaze, and then as if inexplicably drawn by some instinct, his head dipped as his eyes were pulled down her body to where they were joined. He watched for several strokes as he slid in and out of her. “I like watching you take me,” he panted. “I like seeing those beautiful legs spread open for me, letting me in. I like watching you give it all to me.”

  She moaned, her legs wrapping around him, locking him to her.

  He lifted his head, his eyes piercing hers. “Is that mine? Is that all mine, Shannon?”

  She nodded, her gorgeous eyes big, the pupils dilated fully, they, too, taking him in.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “It’s yours. All yours.”

  “You good with that?” he pressed.

  “Yes.”

  “And if I don’t want to give it back, you good with that, too?” he demanded.

  “Yes, baby. I’m good with that.”

  He smiled as he slammed into her. “Better than good?”

  “Better than good.” She smiled back. “Always pushing for more, aren’t you?”

  He slammed into her again. “That can be a good thing, too, baby.”

  “A real good thing,” she agreed.

  Late that afternoon, Shannon walked out of a boutique wearing a cute little super-soft stretch lace halter top in gold that she’d purchased. It looked nice with the low rider jeans she bought. She had her other outfit in the bag as she walked out to the street. Pausing on the sidewalk, she looked down at Crash, where his bike was parked at the curb.

  He was asleep on his bike waiting for her to come out of the shop. He lay backwards, his ass in the seat, his shoulders leaning back against the gas tank and his legs propped up on the rear fender. His arms were folded, and his eyes were closed. She couldn’t begin to imagine how he was balanced so perfectly that he didn’t fall off.

  Shannon smiled and quickly pulled her camera from her bag and took a photo of him. Looking down at the screen, she knew it was a good shot and grinned, thinking she’d have to show it to him later. Tucking the camera back into her bag, she happened to glance down the street. What she saw had her freezing in place.

  Two men were walking out of a restaurant about a block down. They were dressed in dark suits and stuck out like a sore thumb. One was average looking, but big with a goatee. The other was shorter and stockier with a shaved head. Even from a distance, she recognized them immediately. She’d spent enough time with them following her everywhere like her own personal shadow. They were Nicklaus’s men. The men he had constantly keeping track of her. She knew it wasn’t for her own protection, but rather so he could keep her under his thumb at all times. Somehow they’d tracked her here. Did that mean they knew about her going to the MC? Did they know about Crash? Did they know she was with him?

  As she watched, they got in their black SUV and pulled out, thankfully turning in the opposite direction.

  Shannon felt her heart race, and a cold sweat break out all over her skin. A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach had her staggering a step. She had to get out of here. She had to get Crash to take her out of here. She glanced down the street. How could she possibly get Crash to leave town without raising his suspicions? They’d just gotten here. Her mind scrambled for a way out.

  She stared down at Crash and bit her lip.

  After dinner that night, Crash was standing at the counter of the local mom and pop drug store flipping through a magazine and waiting for Shannon. Finally, she met him at the counter. With her shopping basket over her arm, she began unloading the few items onto the counter.

  Crash glanced over. What he saw had him pausing mid-page-flip. What the fuck? When she’d insisted he stop here, he’d assumed it was for tampons or some other chick shit.

  Not this.

  “Fuck no!” His exclamation had her pausing, the box of hair dye in her hand hanging in mid-air as she looked at him quizzically.

  “What?”

  “You are not dyeing that beautiful blonde hair that god-awful Goth black shit.”

  She stared at him and started to protest, “What do you care what I-”

  He grabbed the basket out of her arms, peering inside. Pulling out another item, he held it up in front of her. “Black nail polish, Shannon? Really? What the fuck, babe, you trying to look like Elvira? Fuck no. That shit creeps me out.” He tossed it back in the basket and pulled out the next item, his eyebrows arching up as he glared at her and held the offending item up in front of her face. “Scissors? Oh, hell no. You cut your fucking hair, I’ll leave your ass out on the street right fucking here.”

  “What is your problem?” she blurted.

  “What’s my problem?” He handed the basket to the wide-eyed cashier, who up until that moment had remained mute, and probably terrified watching their exchange. “Sorry, ma’am,” Crash apologized. “But the lady, here, won’t be needing these.”

  “Y-yes, sir.” The girl fumbled to take the basket.

  Crash clamped a hand around Shannon’s wrist and practically dragged her out the door and to his bike, where he finally let her go, ordering, “Get on.”

  “What is with you?” Shannon asked, glaring at him and rubbing her wrist.

  Crash threw his leg over the seat and lifted the bike up off its kickstand. “Get the fuck on, Shannon.” She stared at him unmoving as the engine roared to life. “You make me get off this bike and put you on it, you’ll wish you hadn’t,” he threatened in a soft but deadly voice.

  She got on.

  They rode down the street and turned into the parking lot of the motel. He pulled in a spot and cut the bike off. A moment later he was pulling her through the door of their room.

/>   “Okay, let’s hear it.” He glared at her.

  “Hear what?”

  “Whatever the fuck it is you’re not telling me, Shannon. Whatever shit it is that’s got you trying to transform your appearance like you’re suddenly in witness fucking protection hiding out from the goddamn mob. That fucking shit.” He stalked toward her.

  She took two steps back. Her legs hit the bed, and she plopped down on her ass staring up at him. “There’s nothing to tell.”

  He shook his head and stalked across the room, pacing. The room didn’t allow for him to go very far. “The hell there’s not. You told me and Cole that you were lying low from an ex-boyfriend.”

  “T-that’s right.”

  He ran his hand over his jaw, pausing at the dresser. What the fuck kind of mess had he gotten himself into? He turned back to her, and his hands landed on his hips, one canted to the side. “What aren’t you telling me, Shannon?” He watched stunned as her eyes pooled, and then the tears spilled over the edge. A moment later, he was crouched down in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Baby, what the fuck?” he asked softly.

  Her shoulders shook, and she wouldn’t look at him.

  “Hey, look at me.” She looked up at him with a terrified look. He continued, “I can handle just about anything else, but not another lie. Okay? So just tell me the truth. What the hell is really going on with you?”

  Still she stayed quiet.

  “If you’re in trouble, let me help you.”

  Her lip trembled.

  He cupped her face, looking into her eyes. “I care about you, Shannon, and if you need help-”

  “I saw him. Well…not him. His guys.”

  “Whose guys?”

  “The guy I was seeing.”

  He rose to his feet, looking down at her. “The kid you were seeing has guys?”

  “He isn’t a kid.”

  “What are you talking about? He’s some preppy kid you met at college, right?” Shannon was only—what had she said—twenty-three, twenty-four?

  She shook her head. “No. He’s an associate of my father’s.”