CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) (47 page)

“Sounds good,” Crash replied.

“Amen,” Red Dog pronounced.

“There’s two places around the corner,” Green suggested.

Crash looked back at him. “I’m not taking Shannon to one of those rundown
roach traps. You feel free to stay there, though, Green.”

Green grinned back.

“All right, brother. See you shortly,” Cole said, slapping Crash on the
back.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Crash and Shannon stood at the front desk, checking into a hotel on the
Reno strip. The clerk typed into his computer and looked up at Crash. “So
that’ll be just one room checking in today and checking out tomorrow, the
nineteenth. Is that correct, sir?”

“Yeah. That’ll do it. I’ve got some friends that’ll be checking in soon.
Can you put us on a floor with enough empty rooms to book us all on the same
floor? We’ll probably need at least two more rooms.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sure I can arrange that. I have several rooms available
on the sixteenth floor. Will that be acceptable, sir?”

“That’ll work. Thanks.”

Shannon frowned at the desk clerk. “Is today the eighteenth?”

He smiled back at her. “Yes, ma’am.”

Crash looked over at her, frowning. “Why? What about it?”

The corner of her mouth pulled up. “Nothing.”

He wasn’t buying it. “Shannon, what?”

“Nothing, it’s just…”

“It’s what?”

She blushed. “I guess I lost track of the days. With everything going
on.”

“And?”

She shrugged. “No big deal, it’s just…today’s my birthday.”

“Happy birthday, miss.” The front desk clerk slid the key card across
the counter to Crash. “Your key, sir.”

Crash’s eyes held Shannon’s for a moment before they moved to the clerk.
“Thank you.”

Several minutes later, they were riding up in the elevator when Crash looked
over at her. “Is it really your birthday?” She nodded, and he looked back at
the numbers flashing above the door. Seven. Eight. Nine. “I want to take you
out tonight.”

She looked over at him. “Out?”

“Yeah. For dinner. Somewhere nice. Actually, there’s a nice restaurant
here in the hotel.”

She glanced down at her jeans and shirt. “Crash, I’ve nothing to wear,
and…”

“I’ll give you some money to buy a dress, shoes, whatever stuff chicks
need.”

She looked over, meeting his eyes, frowning. “You’re serious?”

“Sure.” He reached over and slid his hand to her neck, turning her
toward him, and he grinned down at her. “How old?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not telling.”

“Shannon, how old?” he repeated, turning serious.

“Twenty-five.”

His eyes moved over her face. “Damn, baby. I got ten years on you.”

She grinned. “Old man.”

“Don’t worry, Princess, I can still keep up with you.”

She arched a brow. “Oh, can you?”

He backed her against the wall. “Need me to prove it?”

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. She smiled up at him.
“Saved by the bell.”

“Only for the moment.” He took her hand and pulled her down the hall to
their room. Crash slid the key card in the slot and pushed the door open. They
walked in. There was a king size bed and your basic room amenities, but what
drew Shannon was the large wall of windows showcasing the view of Reno and the
front range of the Sierra Nevada’s beyond the city skyline. It was gorgeous.
“Oh, Crash, look.”

He shrugged out of his cut and shoulder holster, then he came up behind her,
his arms going around her and kissed her neck.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?”

“Fucking beautiful, baby.”

She turned her head to the side to look at him. “Are you even looking at
the mountains?”

“What mountains?” he murmured, still caught up in kissing her neck.

“You’re not even looking.”

Turning her around, he lifted her up and walked to the bed. “Later.
Right now, I’ve got something more important to do.”

Her back hit the bed, and he came down on top of her. She grinned up at
him. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“Giving you an orgasm.” He slid down her body, his hands working on the
fastening of her jeans.

“Only if you give it to me in the shower. I’m sweaty and haven’t had a
chance to clean up,” she protested. He paused tugging them down her hips and
grinned up at her.

“Sounds like a plan.” He yanked the jeans off and stood at the foot of
the bed. Then he grabbed her ankles and pulled. Shannon gasped as she slid
across the bedspread toward him. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. The
halter top went up and over her head, and then she was standing there in a
strapless gold lace bra and matching panties. His eyes swept over her. He
stepped back, taking it all in. “Turn,” he ordered.

She frowned, but obeyed, looking over her shoulder at him coyly. His eyes
dropped down her body, and he grinned. “Damn, that’s a smack-able ass.”

She spun, backing up as he followed, grinning. Her arms came up to hold
him off as he backed her into the bathroom. She giggled. “Don’t you dare.”

He reached into the shower, turning on the water and dipping his hand in
the spray to test the temperature. Then he pulled his tee shirt over his head,
dropping it to the floor. His eyes met hers as his hands went to his belt. She
stood, unmoving. Watching. She always enjoyed watching Crash strip. There was
just so much to look at. His arms. His shoulders, his chest. His abs, that
delicious v that dipped into his pants. And then his 501s hit the floor, and
there was so much more.

“Your turn, Shannon.”

She looked up and caught his eyes. Hot, hungry eyes. Her hand reached
behind her and undid her bra. But before she dropped it, she turned her back to
him, looking back over her shoulder, determined to give him a little show. She
dropped the bra and slowly lifted her arms, her hands running through her hair,
lifting it and giving him a coy look. She saw his eyes move over her bare back
to the exposed side of her breast. His chest rose and fell. His Adam’s apple
bobbed. Her eyes skated down his body. That wasn’t all that bobbed. Her eyes
flew up, connecting with his.

“Keep goin’,” he commanded, nodding toward her panties.

She dropped her hair and moved her hands slowly down her sides until she
hooked her thumbs at the lace at her hips and shimmied them down. They fell to
the floor, and she stepped out of them.

“Turn around.” His voice was deep, rumbling. Her arms crossed over her
breasts, shyly as she turned. “Drop your arms.”

She did.

“Come here.” He stood there, and his head dipped down slightly, his eyes
boring into her from under his brows with a penetrating stare that made her
want to drop to her knees and do anything he commanded. And what’s more, she
could see he liked her acquiescence to every command he issued. It was turning
him on. Big time. She decided to prolong it and took one slow step. Then
another.

“Shannon.” His voice held warning this time. When she reached him, he
stared down at her, not touching her yet. Her breathing was coming in quick
little pants now as she looked up at him. She was ready to do whatever he
commanded. Her tongue came out to lick her suddenly dry lips. The anticipation
of his touch was heating her skin, she felt a flush move over her body. And
then, finally, his hand came up. Just one hand, and his thumb brushed softly
over her bottom lip, his eyes on her mouth. “You like to tease, Shannon?”

Her mouth closed over his thumb, and his eyes flicked up to hers. She
stood there, so close her breasts were almost touching his abs just under his
pectoral muscles. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to die.

And then she didn’t have to wait any longer as his hands closed around
her upper arms, and he stepped into the shower, pulling her in with him. A
moment later, she was pressed against the tile wall. His mouth came down on
hers, his tongue sweeping inside with long swipes, teasing her, delving in and
pulling back, making her tongue chase his. Until she was coming up on her toes,
her mouth going after his as he lifted his head higher, making her have to work
for it. Until she was whimpering his name as her hands threaded through up into
the hair at his nape, trying to pull his mouth back down for deeper contact.

He laid his palms on the tile above her as he lifted his head and stared
down at her, ordering, “Touch me.”

Her eyes slid down his body, and her hands moved over his wet skin, down
his chest, down his abs, down. Until they closed over him, and he made a
throaty rumbling moan. She stroked him and worked him until his breathing was
ragged, and his muscles were tensing and contracting.

“Christ, baby. I want inside there,” he growled as he flexed his
muscles, pressing a push up against the wall and lowered his head slowly to
hers, capturing her mouth with his. They were touching in just two places. Two
erogenous places. His mouth ate at hers as her hands worked at him. It was
incredibly erotic.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and she saw the hunger in his eyes.
And then he was guiding her to her knees, and he slid inside her mouth.
Cradling her face in his hands, he urged her to take him all. When she did, he
leaned one hand on the tile and pumped his hips, plunging in slow and deep,
over and over.

Shannon slid her hands up his thighs and gripped his ass, pulling him
close as his body flexed above her. She looked up, and their eyes locked and
held. His head was bent, his arm on the wall, holding him up, and his face was
tight. She could tell he was struggling with trying to last, trying to prolong
the pleasure as long as he could bear it. He made a valiant effort, trying to endure
it as long as he could, his teeth bared. When he could tolerate her torturous
touch no more, he growled and lifted her with a jerk, slamming her against the
wall and plunging inside her with one fierce thrust that had her gasping with
the force. He took her, there were no other words for the way he plunged into
her with long, powerful strokes.

Her eyes roved over his body, watching the play of his brawny muscular
build. He was a man in the height of his masculine prime, and it was an
impressive thing of beauty to behold. The connection between them, the intense
sexual attraction was heady, overpowering her senses and overwhelming her
emotions. She was helpless in the wash of his potent male magnetism.

He was every bit the aggressive male, the epitome of carnal appeal and
erotic temptation. It called to everything feminine in her, and she clutched at
him, unable to get enough. He pounded into her, and the woman in her reveled in
the fact that she could drive him to such strong driving passionate responses,
provoking such intense sexual need and desire.

He shifted her in his arms, tightening his hold, then pumped
frantically, his hips pistoning in and out of her, until she feared she
wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. When his release finally exploded, he thrust
into her with a growl and pinned her to the wall, his head dropping to her
shoulder. She stroked her hands over his back, shoulders and nape, pressing
kisses along his throat and jaw as his breathing sawed in and out.

When Crash could finally lift his head and speak, he murmured, “I’m a
greedy son-of-a-bitch, I know. That was all for me.” He kissed her deeply, then
broke off, still gasping for breath. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I’ll make
it good for you, I promise.”

When he pulled out slowly, she whimpered, and the soft sound tore at his
gut. He set her on her feet, but held her until she could stand on her own. A
surge of feelings for her bulldozed through him. Damn, he could be a demanding
lover, but the need she had just incited and aroused in him was over the top,
even for him. Pressing his forehead to hers, he asked, “You okay, pretty girl?
I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Shannon looked up into his eyes, seeing the sudden worry there. She
could see he was afraid he’d gone too far. She wanted to reassure him, she
cupped his jaw and smiled. “No. I’m fine. I liked it. Seeing you lose control
like that for me, it was sexy as hell.”

“I don’t lose control, Princess. I just get demanding. You givin’ in so
sweet like you did…let’s just say the more you give, the more I’m gonna want to
take. I shouldn’t let it get out of hand, though. I don’t want to scare you
off.”

“You aren’t.”

“Good. Glad to hear it, baby.” He pushed her under the water and gently
soaped and washed her. His touch tender, loving. He took his time soaping her
body and lathering her hair, his strong hands massaging her scalp. Then he patiently
rinsed her hair, cupping the water to her head, cradling her in his arms as he
leaned her back into the spray of water and ran his hands through her hair,
getting all the shampoo out. With his tender ministrations, Shannon had never
felt more cherished or cared for.

When he was done, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower,
bringing her with him. He took a towel and patiently dried her body, then he
carried her to the bed and kept his promise, making slow sweet love to her.
Making it all about her. Taking his time and worshiping her body until she was
writhing and begging for release. And then he gave her one of the greatest
orgasms she’d ever experienced. As she floated back down to earth, he crawled
up her body, coming down on top of her and kissing her softly over and over.
When he broke off the kiss, he took her in his arms, holding her close as the
last tremors left her, and she drifted off to sleep tucked against the heat of
his body in blissful contentment.