Dawn smiled. “That was a good night.”
“This one will be better.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Do you trust me, babe?” he asked again.
“Yes.” She answered without thinking, but almost immediately she felt the truth of the word. Knowing the lengths he would go to protect her, and tonight, when he’d watched over her girls … yes, she trusted him, in a way she’d trusted no one else.
He tied the nylon to the headboard then slid a finger between the fabric and her wrist, ensuring it wasn’t too tight.
“Those are very expensive nylons. You’d better not get runs in them.” She wiggled beneath him, brushing her taut nipples over the soft cotton of his T-shirt. “I’ll need them for when I run the restaurant I’m going to buy from you with the skills I’ll learn at college.”
“Behave.” He pinched her nipple hard and Dawn let out a moan.
“Christ.” He tied a second nylon to her other wrist and then through the headboard slats. “Maybe I’ll have to gag you, too, or I’m not gonna last.”
“You don’t want to do that, or you won’t get the benefit of my mouth.”
Cade laid a finger against her lips. “The kinda sass that comes outta that mouth makes me fucking hard, babe. So careful or I’ll go ahead with that plan.”
She tilted her head and drew his finger between her lips, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. Then she swirled her tongue over the tip and around the length. He tasted of leather and chrome, with a hint of outlaw danger.
Cade stilled, his eyes riveted to her mouth, his chest heaving beneath his cut. She could feel the weight of his cock beneath his jeans, pressed against her stomach. God, she wanted him bad.
Gently, he drew his finger away and brushed the hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her temple. “I’m fucking addicted to you. I can’t get enough, and the more I have, the more I fucking want, till I’m thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day.”
“That was sweet, except for the cuss words.”
He lifted an admonishing eyebrow, and then tested her bonds. “You think you’re really in a position to give me attitude?”
“If you take off your jeans, I will be.” She licked her lips. He tore off his clothing.
Naked, his cock proudly erect, he knelt over her, giving her a long moment to appreciate the taut planes and angles of his body. Damn, he was perfect. From his lean, narrow waist to his broad shoulders, and from his firm pecs to the rippling six-pack, partially hidden by the soft downy trail leading to his shaft, thick and heavy, the head pink with the promise of pleasure.
“Are you wet for me?”
“I get wet just thinking about you,” she whispered.
“Always knew she was a dirty girl.” His words vibrated over her skin as he worked his way up her body, kissing every inch of skin. “My dirty girl.”
“Your old lady.”
Desire sparked in his eyes, fierce and hot. “Mine.”
And then he reached her breasts and she couldn’t speak for the need pounding through her veins. He took his time, his hands stroking and squeezing as he sucked and licked her nipples. Dawn writhed on the bed, pulling against the bonds until they chafed her wrists.
“If you hurt yourself, I’ll throw you over my knee and spank you,” he murmured against her breast.
“This just gets better and better. Or maybe it’s worse and worse. I can’t tell anymore. The only thing I know is that I need to come so bad it hurts.”
“Hmmm.” Cade stroked his jaw. “Hurting is bad.”
“Very bad.”
He cupped her sex with his warm hand then pushed a thick finger inside her wetness. “Does it hurt here?”
Dawn’s body arched at the exquisite intrusion and she ground against his finger. “I don’t think your itty-bitty finger can reach where it hurts. Maybe you should use something bigger.”
A cheeky smile played over his lips, and he added a second finger, pressing against her sensitive inner walls. “Like this?”
“Not bad.” She yanked impatiently against the restraints, digging her heels into the bed, trying to get more of what he was holding tantalizingly just out of reach. “But maybe you have something even bigger and more … satisfying.”
“Maybe I do.” He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, making her eyes water with the sheer pleasure of his touch. “But you don’t get that until you come for me.” He thrust in deep, and then pumped hard. Dawn’s hips jerked, matching his rhythm, and the headboard banged against the wall.
“Shhhh, babe.” He grabbed the headboard with his free hand. “You wake the girls and I guarantee you a night of frustration.”
“It’s already a night of frustration.” She moaned and rocked against his hand. “Make me come.”
He lifted an admonishing eyebrow. “Is that a request?”
“It’s a goddamn fucking order from your old lady,” she bit out. “Make me come. Now.”
“Pleasure.” He slid down and settled himself on the bed between her parted legs, his breath warm against her sex. “I like this view.”
“Cade…”
He stroked her curls. “Such a pretty pussy.”
Dawn wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Not with the girls in the next room. So she growled softly instead. “Stop teasing.”
Cade looked up and grinned. “I got a bossy old lady.”
“You have a wet old lady. Soon to be a pissed-off old lady who will be closing the heavenly gates if you don’t get down to business.”
“Business? Not pleasure?” He leaned down and drew her clit into his mouth as he thrust his fingers back inside her. The sudden intense sensation of his warm, wet mouth, the velvet caress of his tongue, and the gentle suction of his lips on her clit finally took her over the edge. She climaxed hard and fast, burying her face in her shoulder to muffle her scream as a fierce burst of pleasure sizzled through her veins then faded into a gentle throb.
“Nothing I like better than watching you come.” Cade feathered kisses over her mound, then slid his fingers out and wiped her moisture along her inner thigh. Deliciously dirty. Painfully erotic. But that was Cade.
“Need more?”
Dawn nodded. She was so wet, so wanting. The climax had barely taken off the edge. “I need you inside me.”
He reached up and undid her restraints then flipped her over. “Wanna fuck you tied up, but I’m thinking the headboard is gonna be a problem. I want you so bad, I’m gonna take you hard, and I’m gonna take you raw, and I’m gonna be rough ’cause I know you can handle it.” He positioned her on her knees facing the headboard and knelt behind her, his chest tight against her back as he lifted her hands and wrapped her fingers around the iron rail. “There we go, beautiful girl. Don’t move.”
She looked behind her, drinking in his lean muscles, and received a sharp slap of reprimand. “Eyes forward.”
Far from hurting, the sting on her ass only added to her frustration. She needed him to relieve the ache in her core, and she needed it now. With a quick pleading glance over her shoulder, she spread her legs by way of invitation.
“That’s what I like to see. My girl open and ready for me. Needing my touch.” His fingertip grazed over her folds, dipped inside testing her wetness, then brushed lightly over her clit, drawing a gasp from her lips.
“So soft.” He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, as his fingers wandered over her body, stroking her breasts and thighs, feathering over her sex. Dawn’s clit throbbed for more attention, and she clutched the headboard until her knuckles whitened. He felt so good, his body hot and hard against her, his hands confident as he touched and teased.
“Cade … please.”
He palmed the swell of her hips and spread her thighs apart with his knees. “Since you asked so nicely this time…”
She felt the head of his cock probing her entrance and pushed back against him, too impatient to wait. Cade nuzzled her jaw, his breath warm on her cheek. “Not yet,
babe. I want it to last.”
Dawn groaned and released the headboard, dropping her arms to the pillow in mock defeat. Her cheek pressed against the cool cotton and Cade smoothed a hand over her back, from her nape to her ass, a soothing yet possessive gesture that made her bones turn liquid.
“I like you like this.” His seductive whisper only served to inflame her desire. “You aren’t a submissive woman and yet you have the strength to give yourself to me.” He reached over the bed and pulled a condom from his jeans. He sheathed himself, then moved against her until his thighs were tight against her own.
“Gonna start slow,” he said. “I want you to think of nothing but how I feel inside you, filling your pussy with my cock.” He held her firm, one hand on her lower back and one on her hip as he stroked into her body, inch by inch, forcing everything from her mind but the helpless anticipation of the moment he was completely seated deep within her.
She had never enjoyed this position with Jimmy, always fearful of what was happening when she couldn’t see. He was never gentle with her, never cared about her pleasure. This was a position for cold, rough, sometimes brutal sex, where any sense of intimacy was lost. But Cade was totally focused on her, angling himself to hit her sweet spot, driving her crazy with the slow gentle friction of his thick cock inside her sex, covering her body with his own. She felt nothing but devastating pleasure, and a sense of connection she had never experienced before.
“You like my cock, babe?” He slid one hand over her hip to toy with her clit, and she squirmed beneath him.
“I love your cock. Give me more.” She pushed backward, taking him deeper, ripping a groan from his throat.
“Squeeze me.”
Driven by a relentless hunger and a desperate need for release, she tightened her inner muscles and rocked against him.
“Just like that.” He pulled out and thrust again, harder this time, while his hand continued to roam her body. He knew just how to touch her to keep her on edge, stoking her fire until she thought she would combust.
Unable to submit to his slow, controlled rhythm, she jerked back, trying to drive him deeper, but Cade held her firm, letting her know with every powerful stroke that he was in control.
“Take me.” He leaned over her, engulfing her body with his own, threading his fingers through hers on the mattress, a curiously intimate gesture that made her melt inside.
And then he gave her what he had promised. With a last brush of his lips across her nape, he slid his hands down her body, grabbed her hips, and gave it to her raw and rough and hard. A soft cry tore from her lips at the intense, erotic pleasure. She wanted this—needed it—every stroke of his cock erased memories of Jimmy, made her feel powerful, wanton, and so close to climax she shuddered in anticipation.
“Now. More.” She gasped the words and he twisted her hair through his hand, yanked up her hips, and drilled down into her center. Everything faded away. Fear. Shame. Pride. And the last of her inhibitions. She spread herself wider, opening herself completely to him, and he reached around and lightly pinched her clit.
“Let it go. For me.”
A low, guttural groan erupted from her throat as the climax engulfed her, sensation flooding her body in a molten wave of heat that left her raw and trembling.
Cade hammered into her, using her body for his pleasure while he drew out her orgasm, sending aftershocks rippling out to her fingers and toes. His shaft thickened when he climaxed, pulsed and throbbed against her swollen tissue. Pleasure sparked through her when he groaned.
Yes, it was sex, but there intimacy, too, something she had never had with Jimmy. And although it scared her, she couldn’t deny how right it felt to be here. Now. With him.
He collapsed on top of her, his chest slick with sweat against her back, his stubble prickling against her shoulder. Dawn melted beneath him, content to stay buried in his warmth.
“My beautiful girl.” He nuzzled her neck. “What is it about you that makes it impossible to stay away? From the moment we met, I had to have you. Every day after you left, I thought about you. And when I saw you again, I knew I would never let you go.”
Maybe it’s because I feel the same way about you. But the words didn’t come.
He kissed her again and withdrew to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he lay beside her on the bed, and pulled her against him, settling her head against his shoulder.
“Do I get my loan?”
Cade chuckled. “Sweetheart, after that, I’d bring you the fucking moon if I could fly.”
Her body relaxed in the cradle of his arms and she sighed in contentment as his fingers stroked gently up and down her back. “I could stay like this forever.”
“So could I.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Stay with me, Dawn. Even after this is all over, I want you to wear my cut.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing. She had managed to hold her fear at bay when this was all pretend, when she knew it wouldn’t last. But now that he’d made it real, she had nowhere to hide. She cared about him, no doubt about that, but the depth of her emotion scared her. Was she really ready to do it all again? Did she trust him enough to let go and jump into the biker life for good?
NINETEEN
I will never be the aggressor. Unless someone fucks with me. Then they will pay.
SINNER’S TRIBE CREED
“Mom. There’s someone in your bed.”
Dawn awakened to Maia’s concerned face—her beautiful, angelic face—and Cade wrapped around her, his arm tight between her breasts, his head on her pillow, his erection pressed up against her ass. Thank God the covers were drawn around them.
“Is it Jimmy?”
“No, darling. It’s … Cade.”
Tia joined her sister staring down at them and frowned. She was always frowning, which made it easy to tell the twins apart.
“Why is he sleeping in your bed?” Maia asked.
She could feel Cade chuckling behind her, his chest warm against her back.
“Um … we’re having a … sleepover.”
“Can I have a sleepover with Susie?” Maia sat on the edge of the bed. “Shelly-Ann wouldn’t let us have sleepovers but now that we’re home, I want a sleepover, too.”
Cade ground his shaft gently against her ass and she choked back a gasp. “How about we talk it over at breakfast? You have to get ready for school. Both of you go brush your teeth and you can talk to Cade when he … gets up.”
“I’m already up.” His breath on the back of her neck reminded her of their heated night together, and she shivered. “And I thought you locked the door.”
“I did lock the door. You unlocked it when you went to get rid of the condom. I hope you remembered…”
“Mom.”
“Fuck.” Cade rolled away. “I think I forgot to…”
“Mom.”
“Christ. This is more stressful than a shoot-out.” He sat on the edge of the bed and scrubbed his hands over his face.
“No swearing around the girls. And no more inappropriate behavior.” Dawn pushed herself up. She would have been totally screwed if it was Saturday and she had to work at the diner. With no one to look after the children, she would have had to take a few days off. And what about this afternoon when she had to work at the florist? Or tonight when she had to work at Banks Bar? She’d spent so much time dreaming about her children coming home, she hadn’t thought through the practicalities. Maybe because a part of her thought it would never really happen. And another part was convinced it was all a dream.
“Mom.” Maia’s voice grew louder and Dawn’s eyes widened.
“Pants.”
“Door.” Cade reached for his jeans and Dawn threw herself at the door, just before Maia arrived.
“I’ll be out in a moment, darling.”
“Hell … I mean … damn, this is going to take some getting used to.” Cade pulled on his shirt.
Dawn grabbed some clean clothes from her drawer and slippe
d on her robe. Her PJs were lost somewhere in the bed. Or maybe on the floor. “I need to take a shower. Are you going to be okay with the girls for a few minutes? You’ve never been alone with them before…”
“I know everything about big girls,” he said. “I figure they gotta be much the same.”
* * *
After ten minutes alone with Maia and Tia, Cade revised his assessment of little girls. They were nothing like big girls. And the fact that they seemed totally immune to his charms this morning just made the situation worse. Winks and slow smiles, a slight drawl and a full-on swagger didn’t even come close to winning them over like he had at the zoo and the park. In fact, the harder he tried to engage them, the more cutting Maia became. Tia hadn’t said a word to him since he’d joined them in the kitchen. Maybe they didn’t like him sleeping over.
“Do you have a car?” Maia sat on the counter and kicked her legs, her little heels banging against the dishwasher while Cade searched the cupboards for something to give them to eat.
“Just my bike.”
“Bikes are cool,” she said. “But men who don’t have cars are not cool. Real men have cars. That way they can get groceries when it rains.”
“Good to know.”
“I saw your bike when you came to the park.” She slid off the counter as Cade pulled out a box of cereal. “I liked it. Tia thought it was too shiny. Maybe you can give us a ride sometime.”
“I don’t know if your mom would like that.” He found the bowls and filled them to the top. How much cereal did kids eat? He had no clue, but if he filled the bowls to the top they wouldn’t go hungry.
“She lets us do what we want because she doesn’t get to see us very much. That’s Jimmy’s fault. He’s a bastard.”
Cade found milk in the fridge and filled up the bowls. “I thought you weren’t allowed to swear.”
“It’s not a swear if it’s true and that’s what everyone calls him. Even Shelly-Ann. Jimmy’s a bad person. He hurts people. He hurt Mom and us. He hurt Shelly-Ann, too, because she lost his money, but then she remembered Mom had it so he left her alone.”
Was that the money Mad Dog was after? Why hadn’t Dawn told him about it?
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