by Jodi Linton
The very idea that he happened to be jealous of Logan seemed ridiculous. Their time spent together—the stolen moments Cade and she had shared—consisted of a forbidden bathroom sexual encounter and a kiss that should have never taken place. Still, there was no mistaking the fire in his eyes.
“Already got tired of the twins?” She edged around Logan. “Thought by now you’d be itching for another round with blondie and red.”
Cade snorted. “We need to talk.” His head cocked at Logan. “Preferably alone, Connors.”
She shifted on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that’s kind of a funny proposition coming from the likes of you, seeing how every time we’re alone you either try to kiss me or get inside my pants.”
“No argument here.” He stepped away from the bike, the casualness of his tone void of all amusement. “Do you always need a bodyguard to watch your ass when discussing business with another biker?” His gaze landed on Logan sidled up next to her. “You can either hold your own with the boys or not.”
Teeth gritted behind her, and a firm hand fell on her back. “Em, don’t listen to that prick,” Logan warned.
She looked at Logan and then focused in on Cade. Was he pissed? Something had set him the hell off. And she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
“Logan, I’ll call you later.”
“Em,” her vice president warned.
She blinked, surprised. Never once had Logan questioned her authority in front of another member unless he had good reason to. With a newfound tenacity, she steeled her spine and lifted her chin. “Leave us be, Wrench. Jackson and I have some unfinished business.”
Logan stalked away, not even uttering a response, and that was exactly when the air shifted in the garage, grew thinner, and ignited a spark that could no longer be denied.
Uncrossing his arms, Cade swaggered past the workbench and toward her. He leaned into her and dropped his gaze to her lips, his expression a mixture of bad intentions. “I could kiss you right now.”
She stiffened. “But you won’t.”
“No. Never been much into sharing.”
“Logan and I aren’t…”
A single brow arched. “See, I knew you liked me.”
“You appear to still be drunk.” She shook head. “This is where we part ways.”
His lips twitched. “Shucks, princess. I was under the impression you were the type that liked to know about bad blood in your club.”
“That tequila must’ve been damn potent, because, fuck, it made your cockiness grow even bigger.”
“Like I told you before, I’m not drunk.” He growled.
“Like I believe that bull—” She tried to protest, but before she could get another word in, he gently pulled her hand into his and tugged them both into the shadows at the rear of the garage, safe from wandering eyes. His hand squeezed hers tighter as he pushed her up against the wall, pinning her body with his hard chest. The only sound within the dimly lit room was Em’s heart beating loudly inside her chest. Fluorescent lighting swayed overhead, and motorcycle engines revved from outside mixed with the giggling sounds of girls trouncing about the clubhouse grounds. Glancing back into Cade’s heated gaze, Em could tell the biker would be more than a little problem to her well-orchestrated plan. He held the ability to tempt her into desiring a better life. And there was no way she would end up as some biker’s old lady. She’d witnessed firsthand the devastation when it came to settling down in the club world. But loss could taint the best intentions. That was why she had to put a stop to whatever seduction game Cade happened to be playing. Because the sexy, magnetic man could make her actually believe there was more to life than revenge if she didn’t watch her back.
He brushed a callused thumb on her cheek and smiled. “Go for a ride with me.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m getting on that bike with you.” Hopping on the back of a bike with a drunk biker was plain dumb.
“Got an aversion to the guy taking the lead, sweetheart?” God, he was attractive. She found herself wanting him to kiss her. Hard. His hand curved casually around her neck as he angled his body closer and pulled her into him. “How about you hear me out first?” He winked, and the spell she was under deepened. “Then let’s talk about that kiss a little further.”
Apparently, besides tempting her beyond repair, this broad-chested guy was damn full of himself. “You seriously have one hell of a head on those shoulders. Listen, and listen closely, Cade. There will be no more kissing, touching, or spontaneous make-out sessions between us. Understand?”
His tense gaze fixed on her flushed face. The position of their bodies created a welcomed friction, and when she opened her mouth to speak, his fingers flew up to touch her lips, silencing her rebuttal. “Shush.” He leaned in slowly and pressed his mouth at her ear. “Some of the men in this club aren’t too fond of having a chick run the show.”
She had to laugh at his comment. “You think that’s news to me?”
“Explain then how a club president stays alive when her men are gunning to unseat her.”
“For sake of curiosity, who might we be talking about?” she asked, knowing it could be any Sinner, even Logan, vying to take her place at the head of the table.
Cade grunted. “Hammer.”
The accusation made sense. She’d known for a while Hammer’s discomfort with having a woman control the show but wasn’t aware that he spoke so openly about his annoyance to her holding the president patch.
She tried to scoot out from underneath his arms. “Thanks for the heads-up. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to leave and give you and your big ego some space.”
He curled a hand around her elbow and yanked her possessively up against his muscular chest, his lips pressed at her earlobe, and then he tugged on a bite. “Only a foolish man would let you just walk away.” Hot breath skated down the side of her cheek, and the proprietary way he held her body made her knees buckle under the pressure of his mouth on her skin. “And one thing I’m not, Em, is a fool…because only a foolish man wouldn’t fight for you.”
She let out an amusing laugh. “Kissing you is more trouble than it’s worth.”
“My memory is so much fonder.” Her head fell to the side, and he took it to his advantage, nipping and sucking on her neck. “You are worth all the trouble it’ll bring me to kiss you again. I need that kiss. I need you. Just you, Em.”
She licked her wet lips. “Something tells me this is going to be that kind of bad you mentioned being so damn good.”
Before she could move, he crushed their mouths together and slipped his tongue between her lips. Deeper and deeper she fell under the tempting biker’s touch. In an effort to gain some ounce of control, Em shifted against his hard planes to find an even harder erection pressed into her stomach. Heat rushed through her entire body. He consumed her, making her melt into his strong arms, aching to be touched. Cursing under a breath, Cade skimmed his hand up the length of her back, igniting the hunger into full-blown lust. She rolled up onto the toes of her boots, needing to have his lips pressed more firmly on hers. The slow, measured grind of his hips sent her clamoring to draw him closer. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders at the exact same time he pushed her back against a motorcycle and snagged her bottom lip between his teeth, and bit. Hard.
“Fuck your mouth.” He breathed against her lips. “It does a number on me. Until I can’t fucking think straight.”
Her lips left his on a moan. “My memory’s a lot clearer now,” she said breathily, watching his gaze slide down the length of her body before fixing on her mouth once more. Her thighs clenched together at the slight touch of his hand on her hips. If he asked, she’d let him take her right here inside the Sinners’ garage, and he wouldn’t even have to say please. “But you have a tendency to tease, only to leave me hurting for more.”
The muscles in his jaw clenched. “Not like you, huh? From the first time we met you’ve caused this constant ache inside me to make you mi
ne.” He leaned in slowly and lowered his hand between her legs and squeezed. “Look, you’re soaked straight through those tempting leather pants.”
“You could help me clean up.”
He dragged in a ragged breath, and before she’d registered movement he’d lifted her by the hips and sat her ass on the soft leather bike seat of a nearby Harley. Somewhere between their mouths meeting in a fierce, hot kiss, he’d shifted into a predator determined to own her. He shrugged his leather cut off massive shoulders; the heavy material crumpled in a pile on the cement floor. She was riveted by the way his tattooed, washboard torso looked under the dimly lit lamp. He could cost her more than just a one-night stand.
He tapped her hip. “Might have a love-hate relationship with these leather pants.”
“What do you plan on doing about it?” she asked, her voice laced with challenge.
His fingertips dipped below her waistline, and her back arched over the motorcycle when he rubbed their lips together. “How dare you make me lose sight of everything but the need to fuck you?” Working his hips in a rhythm matching their heavy panting, Cade thrust his hard length at the place she needed him most. “Not sure if I can ever get you out of my system. Ever.”
“Then don’t.” She undid the button on his jeans and slid her hands down inside his boxers. Rolling her finger across his erection, Em smoothed the pre-cum down his length and back up before withdrawing her hand and sucking the taste of him off her fingertip. Lord Almighty, she could get used to this. “I could get drunk on you.”
Gripping the waistband of her pants, Cade pushed them down, along with her panties, onto the floor. “Goddamn, you’re soaked.” He squeezed her, and a small cry bubbled up inside her when he danced the pad of his thumb past her swollen nub. “Was it fun teasing me by licking my come off your finger?”
“Yes…no.” A sob broke from her mouth. “Oh, God, I don’t know.”
At the sound of a condom wrapper being opened, Em saw Cade sleeve himself, making sure they were both protected. The rough denim of his pants rode against her bare thighs, and his mouth moved down the side of her neck. “Turn around.” He let out a growl and gripped her hips, spinning her to face the bike. The soft edge of the leather seat pressed firmly into her stomach. Her ass bumped his tightly drawn balls, and his bare chest slid against her back. “I shouldn’t find pleasure in ruining you, but I do,” he said, then dragged his teeth down the nape of her neck, igniting the heat at her core to an inferno once more. “Spread those beautiful legs wider and make my cock feel at home.”
With her hands gripping the motorcycle seat, Em parted her thighs, opening herself to him. “Please, Cade, fucking take me.”
“Such a dirty biker chick, and you’re all mine, right?” he whispered into the crook of her neck and skated his tongue along her hot flesh. “I’m going to fill every single mind-numbing inch of your sweet body.” He pressed the thick head of his erection between her legs at the exact same time his hand roughly gathered her hair into his fist. “Soon, you’ll be calling out my name,” he growled on a hair tug. “Screaming I’m your man while I bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll beg me for relief, but you won’t mean it. It’ll be that good. We’ll be that good together. Promise.”
Fuck she was a goner. “Promise,” she whimpered, rubbing into the head of his erection.
Ding, dong, the rebel biker was back.
Cade understood the meaning of “a desperate man” the moment he had peered down at Em licking her finger clean. His come clean. Gone was the cop determined not to lose control, and in his place stood a man whose sole destination was to strip her of every single defense. He meant to address the elephant in the room, his old partner, but when he saw her and Logan together, jealousy reared its ugly head. And he decided to screw his moral conscience and finally claim Em as his.
So it came as no surprise that he wrapped his arm underneath her stomach and drove himself into her upon hearing her simple plea. Fast, faster, he thrust into her. Hard, impatient hip lifts bounced her a few times onto his cock, and the slight motion pushed him farther, deeper into her wetness. Had he completely lost his mind? Because all his thoughts kept coming back to one simple truth: she is finally mine…my girl. And that knowledge was a sweet blow to his already fucked-up head. Em wiggled, sliding up and down on his length, hiking her ass up. And he couldn’t even remember his own name. Let alone his honor.
His hand moved on its own, coming down hard on the round globes of flesh calling out to him. She cried out at the sudden smack on her ass and rocked back into the palm of his hand.
“Do that again.” She arched her backside upward, searching for his touch. “I need to feel you fucking owning me. Show me how much you want to bring me to my knees.”
He stilled inside her and leaned forward, covering her body with his. “Are sure you want to cross that line? Play with fire?” he taunted, smoothing his hand over her spectacular behind. “Because I’m the perfect guy to spank that bad-ass chick backside into submission.”
Silky brown locks tossed about tanned shoulders. “Claim me.” Her breath hitched. “You wanted to leave your mark on me, right? Then fucking do it.”
God, she made him want to accept that rebel inside him so badly it hurt. Hell if he was going to deny himself an ounce of pleasure any longer. No. He itched to claim her, and he would.
Thwack!
His hand landed on her supple flesh, the pinkish tint making his heart swell with pride. He hissed, air rushing between his teeth. “Again, Em? I need it, babe.”
“I-I know you do.” She paused, breathlessly. “It’s okay. I know you need it.”
“Goddamn it, Em.”
And then his hand came down on her backside again and again. The smacking of flesh resounded in the small room, and it rattled his nerves. Nothing was left. They’d stripped each other bare, and the urge to touch all of her roared through his bloodstream, and he had to push harder, rougher, because nothing seemed to satisfy his craving for her. Smoothing his hands along her sides, he yanked her ass up hard against his stomach, indulging in the soft mewls falling from her mouth. She had rolled onto the toes of her boots, positioning her body over the bike, giving him ample room to seat himself more firmly inside her, but still it didn’t sate him. He wanted more, no, he needed Em, and suddenly in the heat of the moment, Cade realized he’d never been sober. No, she made him drunk. Drunk on her laugh, her smile, her company, and as she squirmed around on his cock, knowing exactly how to drive him mad, he knew there was no way he could just walk away after experiencing the real Em. She moved on a gasp, drawing him further into oblivion. And that action alone provoked him to ram into her tightness in a more frantic rhythm.
Fucking hell, he was a lost man.
Cade raked his teeth over her shoulder. “You enjoy giving up control to me, don’t you?” He moved his hand down between her legs and flicked her clit, then pulled on the tender nub. She bucked back, and slowly slid her round, firm ass against him. He fucking loved that ass. Strumming his fingers back and forth over her slick folds, he worked himself deeper, almost losing his shit when her walls squeezed around his cock. “Been desperate for a man to take you? Fill you?” He groaned the question beside her ear. “Like how full I make your tight, little body?”
She trembled. “Harder. Give it to me, Cade.”
“You’ve made me hurt, princess.” He pressed his thumb into the small of her back and stilled, his length stiff inside her until she relaxed on the bike, allowing her stance to widen. “Teased me to the point of pain,” he said on a thrust. “But you’re going to help ease it now, aren’t you?”
“Please, Cade.” She rotated her hips in tight circles, calling out to him to make a move, but he kept his position, determined to drive her mad as much as she had him. “You’re seriously driving me nuts here.”
He ran his thumb between her cheeks, parting the round globes of her ass. “Like you did to me, babe.” She pushed back against his palm, and a painfu
l exhale fell from his mouth. Would she let him? Lord knows he’d never had good intentions, and he needed this. He needed to claim everything that was Em Connors. The pad of his thumb probed the tender ring, and she began to claw at the bike seat. Lust filled his mind. Need occupied his head. And desire rocked his entire body. Small, soft gasps soared from her lips, making the blood pump furiously into his cock. “Now I’ve touched every single inch of you. When we’re done here, you won’t be able to look at this garage without thinking about all the fucking dirty shit I did to you.” He toyed with the forbidden opening, then pushed, listening to her quiet cries of pleasure. “Goddamn you’re gorgeous, Em.”
“You shouldn’t feel this good.” Her breathy reply pulled him over the edge.
Nothing could have prepared him for this twisted need he felt for the female MC president. Right now, as he stood seated inside her, his ears ringing with her hoarse pleas to “go harder,” he clearly understood the cop inside him had vanished. Fucking a person of interest in a murder case held so many complications. And yet, he regretted nothing. Em was his.
“Oh my God…can’t last much longer.”
“Give it up for me.” He soothed a hand down her backside. “I’m here, right here with you.”
She shook around him. With his arm wrapped snuggly around her waist, he quickened the pace of his thrusts. His own need drove him toward an impending release. The slow rush squeezed his cock and socked him in the gut like a fist to the ribs. His vision blurred, and his ears throbbed at the sound of Em’s begging. Suddenly his mouth went dry as he slammed into her, the walls of her sex clenched the head of his arousal, and reason faded as he filled her. As he finally lost the last bit of his moral compass inside her, Cade knew she was no longer just a case. She was a woman he wanted to spend time with. Even come home to. It was scary how much she could make him crazy. Before his legs gave way, he gathered her in his arms and pulled them both down to the ground.
When the fog cleared, reality hit that he was lying on the garage floor, his jeans around his ankles, with the MC president cradled in his arms and her tits on display. Gorgeous tits. Still, he wanted to keep her breasts, and everything about Em—her laugh, her loyalty, and her sweet kisses—all to himself.
