Hot as Hades (Four Horsemen MC Book 2)

by Rayne, Cynthia

  Lightning split the sky, like skeletal hands reaching down from the heavens, grasping and then the rain came cascading down, even harder than before. Rain spattered on them both, borne on the wind, hitting them beneath the awning. It felt good. Texas summers could be hotter than a four alarm fire.

  “That was for show.”

  The sexual tension stretched between them, larger and more oppressive than the humidity in the air. She started for her room when he stood up and latched on to her arm. “You’re driving me out of my mind, Wildcat.”

  “Turn me loose!” she bit out.

  “You don’t want me to let you go.” To prove his point, he arched his hips against her and she moaned, low in her throat, a sound of pure sensual agony. It made his cock leap in response. The sound alone made him want to claw her clothes off, throw her down on the ground and fuck her. Her eyes flashed. Like she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to kick him or kiss him.

  She brought inspired a tangled mass of emotions he didn’t know what the fuck to do with—anger, lust, concern. What the fuck did he want with her? He sure as shit wished he could be immune. Fucking her had to do be the answer, maybe if they eliminated the need gnawing at him it would go away and he could think clearly again.

  “Aren’t you sick of pussyfooting around?” he ground out. “Pretending to be all business?”

  She said nothing.

  He licked his lips as he watched her pebbled nipples poke through the thin cotton of her T-shirt. They looked so ripe, so large. He craved the softness in his hands, the weight of them. He wanted to take them in his mouth, suck them and bite the nipples.

  Christ. He felt like he’d been hit with a dose of Viagra laced with crack. She caused his mind to race, made his cock painfully hard.

  “Talk to me,” he said.

  She glanced away and he grabbed her chin, forced her to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see the desire in their depths. Feel her want, even if she refused to verbalize it. He had to know she needed him, wanted everything he could give her.

  “Fuck you,” she muttered.

  She’d teased him past the breaking point. Enough was enough.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” With a growl, he hoisted her up on the railing, stood between her splayed thighs.She pressed her hands to his chest, but not to push him away, she stroked him.

  “Out here?” she cried, glancing over her shoulder at the empty lot. He didn’t see a problem, nothing but asphalt behind them. The darkness, combined with the thick curtain of rain, would make them invisible to the road. No one would see them.

  Frankly, in his current mood, he didn’t give a shit if anyone did.

  “For starters,” he managed to say.

  He ran a hand along her shirt, relishing the warmth of her skin beneath the dampness. She shivered at his touch, goose pimples raising on her skin. He tried to slide the fabric up her body, but it clung to her like a second skin. Unwilling to wait any longer, he brought both hands to the collar and ripped the cotton in half.

  Then he dipped her further backwards, into the runoff from the roof, and let the rain water sluice down over her, wetting her hair, her body. Then, he devoured her mouth, kissing her harshly.

  When he pulled back, she looked beautiful. Flushed cheeks, her lips kissed-bruises, eyes shining back at him. He brought his hands to the button of her shorts and undid them, then slid the wet cloth down past her hips, along with her tiny panties.

  He inserted a hand between her thighs, gratified to find how wet she had gotten, hot and needy for him, like she’d been when he first stroked her in bed. He pushed two fingers into her pink little pussy, caressing her, watching as her teeth sank into her lower lip. He played with her, teasing the hard nub of her clit until she moaned for him, arched her back.

  The lightning crackled in the black sky, lighting it up.

  “I need a bed,” he growled, “I need to be on top of you, inside you.” He wanted on his bed, open and eager, while he fucked her hard.

  With a growl, he hoisted her up into his arms, holding on to her ass, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him. He threw open the door and spread her open for him.

  He loved how unselfconscious she was; she kept her legs apart, arms at her sides, not trying to hide her body from his predatory gaze. Just looking back at him, bold as brass.

  How many times had he watched her? Delivering drinks topless or breezing around nearly naked, dancing on stage, just out of his reach? This time she was his, all his.

  He unfastened his jeans, and his cock pushed free, already aching and heavy, pulsing with need for her. It stood up against his abdomen. He needed to be inside, pound the ever living shit out of her, until they both came. Fuck, he’d been hard as a fence post all night.

  She reached for him, encircling his dick and stroked it, while meeting his eyes. The head leaked for her, fluid running down, to ease her strokes. Then, she licked her finger, ran it over the tip and he bucked in her grasp.

  “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, knocking her hand away, before he came in her grasp.

  He sucked in a couple of breaths, and then started in on her again. He tormented her a bit, rubbed the swollen head against the smooth folds until she groaned in response, arching her pelvis. Fuck. She felt like warm silk. She surged against him and his cock grazed her clit, making her wail every time he pushed forward.

  “You’re killing me!” she moaned.

  “I owe you, Wildcat. I’ve had blue balls for weeks. I’ve jerked off so many times, my palms are hairy, and I’m goin’ blind in one eye.”

  “I was doing my job,” she breathed.

  “Well, you did it really fucking well and now it’s time to take what you’ve been promising me.”

  He started to sink into her, when she placed a palm against his chest. “Condom!” she muttered.

  Hell, he’d nearly forgotten. With a groan, he reached into the nightstand drawer, fumbling in the dark and finally found a little packet. One of the crappier duties prospects performed included refilling everyone’s condom stash. He didn’t bring hellions here, but he kept a supply anyway, because shit happens. He unrolled the thing and slid it quickly over his over his dick, Indie 500 pit crew style.

  He sank into her, his cock gliding into her hot, tight, wetness. Fuck, she clutched at his dick, her sex surrounding his. He almost came then, but forced himself not to move. He brought his lips to hers, kissed her. He’d wanted to tease her, take her to the edge, until she exploded for him, and pleaded with him to cum, but he couldn’t fucking wait.

  He needed her. Needed this.

  He plowed into her then, thrusting hard and deep. With a cry, she lifted her hips further up, clinging to him as he pistoned in and out.

  “Cowboy!” she called.

  Oh fuck. His name on her lips nearly made him shoot. Then she began to move, coming up to meet his thrusts. She sank her nails into his ass, urging him to go harder, faster. He did, working her over. Impossible, but even inside her, he felt too fucking far away. She arched her back, making these luscious moaning sounds he wanted to hear again and again, and came for him.

  Just before he shot into her, he thought back to the first night, when he’d wondered how she would be in bed, purring pussy, or a wildcat.

  Definitely, a wildcat.

  * * *

  What the fuck was that?

  Afterwards, he lay on his back, stunned and staring at the ceiling, panting like a lizard on a hot rock.

  He had nothing to compare it to. Since Melissa, he’d cultivated his manwhore side, though he never came close to touching the amount of notches on Ryker’s bedpost, but he had a smooth way about him with the ladies. It seemed to fail him with Daisy. She made him edgy, possessive. Greedy.

  She curled on the opposite side of the bed. He’d wanted to take her in his arms, pull her against his side, but she’d retreated. It was quiet. Too quiet. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the rain falling outside, splashing across the
window panes, and the mechanical whir of the air conditioner unit on the wall.

  He wondered if she had regrets. The circumstances hadn’t changed, they were still in the middle of a volatile situation and they’d just complicated the fuck out of it.

  Daisy stretched and then slid out of bed. She leaned down and picked up her soaked, discarded clothing, tucking them under one arm, and a velvet box slipped from the pocket of her jeans, landed on the covers.

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “Oh, I forgot to mention it,” she shrugged, as she threw it to him. Then, a wicked smile lit up her face. “I got a bit distracted.”

  He chuckled, but the good times ended when he opened the box to see a heart charm attached to a delicate gold chain. She tossed him a tiny damp card as well. Inside, it simply read: Soon.

  Soon what?! “Who gave you this?” he asked.

  “Not a clue. I found it tucked into my windshield wipers.”

  He racked his brain, trying to think of someone who might have given her a present. “Think it’s from the short guy who tried to fuck you the other day?”

  “He doesn’t exactly strike me as the type of guy who gives a woman jewelry. The necklace looks expensive to me.” She rounded the bed, and plucked the box from his hand, popping it open. “It’s really beautiful.”

  “You sound like you want to keep the damned thing.”

  “Because I do. I grew up poor, Cowboy. Gold is gold, no matter where it came from.”

  “You aren’t keeping it,” he growled.

  “Why the hell not?” she asked.

  He frowned and spoke slowly, clearly she didn’t get it. “It’s a present… from a stalker.”

  “It isn’t the necklace’s fault.” She ran a finger over the charm. “It’s not my taste, I prefer silver, but I still think it’s pretty.”

  He snatched the box from her. “You aren’t keeping it, and that’s final.” He flipped it over to find the jewelry store’s name. Devilish Diamonds. “I’ll ask one of my brothers to track down the buyer.”

  “Hey! I planned on running down the lead.” She held out her hand.

  He raised a brow, not buying it.

  “Seriously, I think you are making way too much of this. It isn’t connected to the case, it's probably from one of those military guys, who just caught my act and thinks I’m hot. Now, Give me back my necklace!”

  “Nope. No obsessive stalker love tokens for you.” He removed his Four Horsemen pendant, a blazing horse with a silver chain and placed it in her hand. “If you want a necklace, you can have this one.”

  “Hmm, it’s your club symbol,” she said, examining the pendant. “Thank you for the offer, but I can’t accept it.”

  “Oh, but you can take the creeper’s jewelry?” She tried to hand it back to him, but he waved her off. “It’s done and it belongs to you now. Put it on.”

  She hesitantly slipped it over her head and it fell between her breasts. It looked damned good on her, right somehow. In the eyes of his club, he had just marked her as his own, but somehow he doubted she’d appreciate that bit of knowledge. He’d tell her about it later—much later.

  “Well, thank you, Cowboy.” She gathered her clothes up once more, and walked to the door.

  “Where are you going?”

  She yawned. “I’m tired and I need to sleep.”

  He raised a brow. “I got a perfectly good bed.” He patted the mattress. “If you’re tired, you can sleep here.”

  She made a face as she glanced at the bed. “No, thanks, I’ve never slept beside anyone. I’m really not the cuddly kind of girl.”

  “Never?” he asked, staggered by her admission.

  “I am pretty sure I couldn’t sleep next to someone.”

  He had only been truly intimate with Melissa but he’d found the experience soothing –holding her, touching her, watching her sleep had been sheer bliss. While he hadn’t held any of the hellions, he had the urge to tuck the little Marine into his body, sleep beside her.

  He shrugged as though he didn’t give a shit. “No problem.”

  She reached for the doorknob.

  “You aren’t going out there naked, are you?”

  She held up the clothes in her hands. “These are soaked and it’s only a few steps, besides, you and I were nearly naked outside a little bit ago.”

  “That’s different.” Fuck if he wanted her parading in her birthday suit by herself where any asshole could grab her.

  “Cowboy, my door is exactly one foot to the left. And, seriously, I spent years in the military with group showers. Now, I’m working as a stripper. I don’t have much shyness left.”

  He jumped off the bed and tossed her his abandoned shirt. “Here put this on.”

  She smirked at him, but pulled it over her head and then left him staring at the closed door. Cowboy collapsed on the sheets, feeling like he’d been hit by a cattle prod.

  What the fuck?!

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cowboy woke up all alone with a throbbing hard on.

  He couldn’t fucking believe he’d offered to share his bed with Daisy and she’d passed on it. Waking up with a warm woman was one of life’s simple pleasures. He ranked it right up there with a brand spankin’ new pair of boots, and fresh buttermilk biscuits slathered in sweet clover honey. He hadn’t had the opportunity to sleep next to a soft, willing woman in quite a while, but he remembered the feeling all too well. And he missed it.

  He briefly thought about going next door, talking his way into Daisy’s room, convince her into a morning quickie before they officially started the day. But with the way she’d run out of his room last night, he bet she wouldn’t be in the mood to indulge his cock’s whims. He might have to settle for banging this one out in the shower, all by himself.

  How depressing was that shit?

  Finally, he got the motivation to shower and then hauled his ass to the diner. His mood lifted a bit as he stood out in the bright parking lot. It was a nice day, sun shining, and in the eighties. It was the perfect day to catch some wind. He hadn’t been for a long ride on his Harley since he’d crashed and he craved the asphalt. He needed to get out of Hell, before he lost his ever lovin’ mind.

  As he waltzed into the diner, he found Voodoo and Daisy seated together and his momentary joy went straight into the shitter. He watched as Voo polished the last few bites of pancake on his plate while she drank coffee. They seemed to be old friends, laughing and talking, as though they did this every morning. And maybe they did? What if she spent the rest of her time with fucking Voodoo?

  He wanted to be the one sharing her meal. But she’d passed, running away from him like he terminal case of crabs or something. He pushed open the door, taking a savage sort of pleasure when it slapped against the wall with too much force, startling them both.

  Voodoo glared at him. “If you break my door you’ll be owin’ me money.”

  He gave his brother the finger and poured himself a cup of coffee. Took a sip of it and spit it back in the cup. Voodoo and his nasty ass, burnt-tastin’ French Roast. Coffee so strong, it’d raise blisters on a boot.

  He noted there were no more pancakes left on the grill, so he decided to be pissed about that too. He grabbed a glazed doughnut from beneath the glass container on the counter. Voo usually sent a prospect to Diablo’s every morning for fresh doughnuts.

  Then, he parked it next to Daisy and she frowned at him. He set his feet on a nearby booth, smiling as a couple of clods of dirt from his shitkickers fell off, onto the clean floor.

  “You sleep well, Wildcat?” he asked slyly. “Must have. I know you had to be tired after last night.”

  Voo raised a brow as he pretended to wipe down the counter, which didn’t have any stains or crumbs Cowboy could see.

  “Um, fine,” she answered slowly. She wore a gray T-shirt with the words Semper Fi across the chest, a pair of battered jeans, sneakers, and her she’d tugged her hair into a loose ponytail. Despite the boyish clothes,
she looked good enough to eat. If they were alone, he would have hoisted her up on the counter already, pushed into her from behind.

  Speaking of…

  He scowled at his brother. “Why don’t you leave?”

  Voo shook his head. “You are in my house. Ain’t gotta be nowhere but here.” He tossed his empty pancake plate in the small sink and leaned against the wall, watching with avid interest, not even pretending to be busy doing something else anymore.

  Cowboy seized her by the elbow and pulled her to the other side of the diner, whispering. “We need to get somethin’ straight.”

  “What?”

  He placed a hand under her chin, forced her to meet his gaze. “I know you had a good time. I heard the way you came for me.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, and?”

  “Why did you run out on me? I was getting ready for round two. I had plans to keep you up all night.”

  She wrapped her arms around herself. “I didn’t run. I just wanted some shut eye.”

  “Don’t dip it in sugar, Wildcat. I’m a grown man. I can take it.” He steeled himself, waiting for her to tell him she’d had her fun and now she’d be moving on to the next dickhead she found. For all he knew, she’d made plans to screw Voodoo.

  She refused to meet his eyes. “I like you.” She said it as though she’d admitted to something terrible, as if having a fondness for a man she screwed was somethin’ downright kinky.

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I got that effect on people.”

  She frowned. “No, you don’t get it. I don’t like men. I have sex with them and its fun, but then I move on.” She glanced up at him. “I’m seriously screwed up when it comes to relationships. It’s why I bailed last night.”

  God damn. And he thought he carried a truckload of baggage. Apparently, Daisy had a U-Haul the size of Texas behind her, stuffed full. He released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Okay then. Don’t push me away again and I won’t ask you for more than you give. Deal?”