Cara Darling (2 page)

“I’m not a betting woman.”

“No, but you’re a businesswoman and I seem to recall an illicit offer last night.”

She tried to keep a straight face, but it was somewhat of a challenge given the fact she could feel the sexual energy zipping back and forth between them. “So what are you trying to say?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t come up with the cash between last night and now.”

“I figured as much.” She searched those fine chocolate-colored eyes and just melted. “Did you even try?”

He moistened his mouth and lowered his lips to hers. Right before he took the first kiss, he whispered, “No, Cara. I didn’t try and I’m not going to. See I’m a man who likes to earn his keep and work off his debts.”

As his mouth assaulted hers, Cara could’ve sworn she whimpered. God bless. She hadn’t meant to swoon right there, but as he swept her into his arms and held her close, his hunger drove her own.

Their tongues dueled, swirled, and danced. His kiss led her to the brink of a fiery need, a desire she couldn’t quite name, let alone contain.

Before she considered the consequences, she straddled him. Working her fingers over his buttons, she opened his shirt and deepened the kiss.

He shifted his weight and pushed against her. Feeling that hard bulge underneath her, she lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Scott growled, pushed away from the table, and stood. He bracketed her legs around his waist as he walked. “I know you people are used to fucking whenever and wherever you get the notion, but this may take a little while.”

“You people?” Cara stilled in his arms.

“Don’t get snippy, woman. It’s a fact. The MC isn’t exactly known for its private practices. Every clubhouse I’ve ever visited makes a point to promote exhibitionism.”

“That’s a fact,” Cara said, wiggling free of his arms. She glared at the man responsible for getting her all worked up in less time than it had taken her to slap a little butter on some toast. “And pardon me for saying so, but it’s my people who have helped shape me into who I am today.”

“And who is that exactly, Cara?” He gave her a hard once-over. “I wonder if you even know who you are or if this club has made you believe you’re somebody you won’t even recognize if you take a second glance in the mirror.”

“You bastard,” she said, reading in between the lines. She’d give credit where credit was due. She’d never seen this asshole coming. She’d grown used to the smug remarks from some of the old ladies, the women who had the same man in their bed night after night, but the underlying meaning in Scott’s blind accusation gave way to a new understanding.

To the outside world, she was and always would be, the club’s sheep, their used-up whore.

Chapter Three

A couple of hours later, Logan threw his jacket on the bar next to where Scott was seated. “Figured you’d be gone by now.”

He smirked. “Ease up, Marcs. In case Sassy failed to tell you the truth, I didn’t bang your old lady.”

“You’re still welcome here because I know that’s a fact.” Logan stretched his neck and tried to see in the kitchen. “Is Cara around?”

“Nope.”

“That didn’t take long.”

Scott took a deep breath and nursed his beer. “Doesn’t take much to piss the woman off. I count myself lucky she didn’t haul off and knock the hell out of me.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yep. You might say that,” Scott muttered.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” Scott turned to acknowledge the people coming through the clubhouse doors. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“What’s that?” Logan went behind the bar and grabbed two longnecks from the cooler. He set one in front of Scott and helped himself to the other one.

After Scott twisted off the cap and took a drag, he said, “Live here like you belong here.”

“I do belong here.”

“The hell you do, Marcs. Remember who trained Sassy for this life.”

Logan nearly came across the bar then. He slapped his palms against the wooden surface and snarled. “Are you trying to mask a threat?”

“Do I need to?” He balked at that. “I’m just making a statement.”

“Sounded more like a warning,” Logan said. “Why are you here, Scott? You said you caught wind of the party but you’ve been here for three days and I’m not buying it. You rode with the Devil’s Angels, not the Heroes and Rogues. What brought you here and what’s keeping ya?”

“Maybe I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Sassy says you and Sharon had a nice spread down in Knox County.”

“Yeah, buddy, and you can drive by there anytime you like. You’ll find it’s not my truck in the driveway or my bike in the barn.”

“Sharon moved another guy in?”

“Took her all of two days.”

“Man, I’m sorry,” Logan said, a note of sincerity in his voice.

“Yeah, I was too before I came here.”

“Cara’s not worth the effort, man.”

“Why? Because she belongs to the boys here?”

“For starters.”

“Why don’t you admit it, Marcs? You don’t want me to pursue Cara because it would make your life a lot easier if I just rode on out of here as quickly as I rode in.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Scott.” Logan looked like a different man in a matter of seconds. His eyes were darker. His lips were firm. There wasn’t any doubt in Scott’s mind. A cop had emerged as if he’d deliberately called him out. “I’ll have you taken out of here if I have to, but we’re too close to turn back now. You don’t want to be a part of this.”

A door slammed behind them and Cara looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

Logan backed away from the bar while Scott studied the woman who had captured and held his interest. Dressed in jeans and a breast-hugging royal blue tee, Cara looked like sex shaking a leg. “Damn if that’s not a hot piece of ass, I’ve never seen one.” He returned to his nondescript cheap beer. “I’m not going anywhere just yet.” He kept his voice dangerously low. “And you have nothing to worry about, Marcs. I’m not blowing your cover.”

Cara strutted by them. “What doesn’t he want to be a part of, Logan?”

“Forget about it,” Logan said, looking at Scott instead of addressing Cara.

“I’d rather hear it from you. We’re all friends here. Right?” She clucked. “Then again, our people are beneath Mr. Matthews here.” She threw her purse and keys on the bar. “Mind telling me why you switched sides?”

“How’d I switch sides?” Scott wasn’t following her.

“In addition to being pals with Sassy, I hear you used to ride with the Devil’s Angels.”

“Briefly.”

“Why are you over here instead of over there?” She cocked her hip out to the side and placed her hand in the curve of her waist.

He took an indulgent sweep over those delicious curves. She was one hell of a woman and he was hard enough to know what to do with her. “Nothing held my attention over there.”

Her lips twitched. “Forget about it. Since you’re still here, I imagine you’re not anything like them anyway.” She turned. “You don’t look like you belong with them. That’s for sure.”

Logan turned and flashed the Glock tucked against his lower back.

Scott said, “You can’t judge a man by his looks, Cara. You can judge the kind of life he’s led by the lines in his face, but the only way to sum up a man is to find out what he’s packing.”

Logan stilled and Scott quickly changed up his intended meaning. He let Cara take a step or two. Then, he grabbed the little vixen around the waist and pulled her against his rigid cock. “Darlin’, if you went to the Devil’s Angels’ clubhouse digging for information, I’d say you’re interested enough to find out what I’m packing.” He lowered his lips to her ear and added, “Lucky for you, I’m about to show you.”

Chapter Four

Cara must’ve been out of her mind. She was sprawled out on her bed groveling like a woman in heat. No shame, no pride, just hell-bent on begging for cock.

No damn wonder she had a hard time gaining and keeping a man’s respect. She enjoyed fucking. She loved going down and going first.

She crawled over Scott’s body and paused right at his lips. “You didn’t fuck Sassy.”

“Would it bother you if I did?”

“Yeah, it would.”

“Why?” Scott nipped at her bottom lip. “Don’t want to share me with any of the other women here?”

“No worries there.” She kissed his cheek and trailed lower. “In case you haven’t noticed, Logan Marcs is an obsessed man. Where he goes, Sassy goes. Where you see one, you’re certain to find the other.”

She’d just loosened his belt when Scott grabbed her arms and lifted her over him. Without much of a preamble, he threw her lower body over his and yanked down her slacks. Once her hips were exposed, he bracketed his arm around her waist and shoved his hand under her moist panties.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, leaving his cupped hand right under her cunt. “Get wild with me, Cara. Leave all those inhibitions at the door and just trust the hell out of me for one day, one night.”

“Just one, huh?” She bore down on his knuckles, trying to force penetration.

“Easy,” he said, holding her tightly against him. “I’m leading here, darlin’.”

A second later she moaned when he flicked her clit with two hard taps. His fingers thrummed against the sensitive button, rolling over the tight point until she was crazy with need. She shimmied her hips and tried to move closer.

She made little progress.

He crawled his fingers up her spine and grabbed hold of her hair, forcing her head back as he rubbed his hand over her wet opening. “I’m not in any hurry, Cara.”

“Yeah, well I am,” she whined, grinding against him.

Scott rubbed her pussy, stroked the hell out of her until the friction left her wiggling one way and then another, pleading and begging, cursing and threatening. He laughed aloud as he watched her.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Lose the attitude, baby.” He rose to a seated position with his splayed fingers against the side of her head. Then he thrust his tongue between her lips, forcing them apart as he dove inside her mouth.

“You’re making me crazy,” she complained, breaking their kiss to whine.

“Lucky for you, I’m just getting started.”

A few moments later, Scott helped Cara up and left her standing at the side of the bed. He walked over to the small sofa and undressed there. He made a show out of stripping off his shirt and flexing his muscles. After he kicked off his boots, he unzipped his jeans and left them on the floor with his briefs. Then, he dropped to the couch and splayed his legs, showing off a tight package and a rod-hard cock.

“I’m beginning to think whenever you say, ‘lucky for you’ that the luck we’re talking about is debatable.”

“Take everything off.” He stroked his cock nice and easy. “And do it slowly.”

Under most circumstances, Cara could take her time and make it work for her, but as she watched him pump that hard wedge of masculine flesh, she noticed the dark shadows forming around his droopy eyes. She then had a hard time keeping up with the demands of an unhurried hand.

“Slow, Cara darlin’,” he said when she kicked off her shoes.

Given the pace Scott wanted to keep, she counted herself ‘lucky’ that her slacks had already been pushed halfway down her legs. She eased the material away from her calves and ankles then stepped away from them. Pulling her shirt over her head, she stood there in her panties and bra.

In a weird way, her undergarments practically defined her.

She wasn’t just aged. She was old.

She wasn’t just experienced. She was well practiced.

In many ways, that’s why Scott wanted her.

Older women had always appealed to him and women with experience didn’t put on fronts. The MC’s sheep and broads were like proud, branded bitches. They wore their jackets and sported their patches with as much pride as the men they often rode behind.

“Stop,” Scott rasped, bringing her goals to a quick end before she slipped away her panties and unhooked her bra. “Turn around.”

“Ah God,” she grumbled, taking a deep breath. “Tell me you aren’t.”

He sniffed. “Tell you I’m not what?”

“We’re both too old to play games. I know what you are.”

“You knew what I was from the moment I walked in this club.”

She thinned her lips and held her shoulders back. He studied her with conviction, willing her to bow that stubborn head of hers and lower her eyes like a subservient submissive should.

Cara would be a real pleasure to train. He wouldn’t break her will, but as a good Dom often knew, submission wasn’t about breaking a woman’s will. It was about respect and trust, a mutual trust established from the very start of a new relationship.

“Present yourself like you should, Cara.”

“And how would that be?”

“I thought we weren’t playing games.” He went to her then. Brushing her bleached-too-blonde faux color over her shoulder, he whispered, “You might defy me now, but you’ll never be able to resist me, sub.” He pinched her nipple and enjoyed the exasperating whimper falling from her pouty lips. “Bow your head, lower your eyes, and come to the couch and present yourself.”

He reclaimed his spot and watched her. “Cara, I won’t ask again. I’ll just get up and leave. We’ll start again tomorrow.”

She jerked, but instantly lowered her head and eyes. Good, he mused. The vixen didn’t like the thought of postponing their time together.

Maybe he was wrong. Perhaps she was fully trained for the lifestyle.

Trained or not, Cara was destined to be his submissive.

Chapter Five

“Exactly how long do you plan to leave me on the floor?”

Scott focused on the clock next to Cara’s bed. It was five-thirty. She’d been seated at his feet for about twenty excruciating minutes. They’d talked about his failed relationship with Sharon. She’d discussed Tigger and Summer, a woman who had apparently formed a close bond with Logan, which seemed to bother Cara.

It bothered Scott, too, but not for the same reason. If Marcs was friends or even friendly with any of the old ladies then that could mean trouble. From what he’d witnessed, Sassy and Logan didn’t make a lot of time for other folks. If Marcs had a pal, he had a friend for a reason.