Read Soul Ties (Club Ties #4) Online
Authors: Em Petrova
Tags: #Mystery & Supesense, #Suspense, #Romance, #Romantic Suspense
“Someone help,” the lady cried. “My father! Help my father.”
“He is helping, ma’am,” Sarah said.
“No, get away from him. You’re a— Just take your tattoos and leather and go away.” She forked her fingers through her hair again. When Connall didn’t move away, she kicked out.
Her foot glanced off Connall’s forearm. He glanced up at her and shook his head. Understanding didn’t penetrate until she screamed for him to leave again. A store employee came from the side. “Please leave the man alone.”
“But I’m a doctor.” And this was the end. He’d have to leave Heller’s Gap, drifting once again.
“Connall.” Sarah was there, tugging his cut. He looked up into her pained expression and his heart flexed. “You can’t do anything, Connall.” She pulled on his leather again, and he got to his feet, following her blindly through the store, their cart abandoned.
It wasn’t until they reached the parking lot that his fury struck. Hot, raw. He slammed his truck with his shoulder. The metal gave way with a satisfying crunch. So satisfying that he did it again.
Bells began to chime in his head—a death toll. “I might have been able to save him, goddammit.” That was worse than knowing he had a hard and impossible decision before him. He couldn’t stay here now. How long before the hospital knew he belonged to a motorcycle gang?
Then there was the trouble of the Falcons and another weighty decision to be made.
Sarah made a noise in her throat as she slid her arm around him. “It wasn’t her wishes for you to help. You did your best.”
“I didn’t do enough.” He ground out the words and threw himself at his truck again. He had to feel the pain. Otherwise, he wasn’t whole. He’d spent a lot of time trying to analyze that in his mind, but he’d never found an answer other than since Lorraine, he had to feel the pain.
“Connall.” Sarah’s voice cut through the haze in his mind. He grabbed her by the upper arms, shoved her against the dent he’d just created with his body, and kissed her.
A squeak escaped, and he took advantage of her parted lips, plunging his tongue between them. Fisting her hair, he directed her head back. She twined around him, kissing him back with as much force as he kissed her.
Fuck, when had she become the bright light in his shadowed existence? He had to get closer to her glow and bath himself in it. Need claimed him. He ran his tongue over hers and jerked his hips. She mewled in answer to the thrust of his cock against her pussy.
Pressure gathered at the base of his spine. “I fucking need you. Here. Now.”
She gripped the fabric of his shirt. “Right now?”
“Right. Fucking. Now.” He ripped open the small back door of the truck and practically tossed her inside. She stretched across the black leather, her warm brown hair surrounding her beautiful face. When she reached for him, he lowered his body over hers with a growl and slammed the door behind them.
The back windows were tinted black, so even in the busy parking lot, it was unlikely they’d be seen.
“Connall. Hurry.” She clawed at his shoulders, yanking his cut off his shoulders. Then she ripped his T-shirt overhead. As she captured his nipple between her teeth, all restraint fled.
“Get these fucking jeans off and roll over. I need to feel your ass under my hands.”
Her eyes were a myriad of hazel colors—green, gold, and various shades of brown. He could get lost in those eyes.
I already am.
Unable to wait for her to remove her clothes, he did it. Tugging off boots, tossing aside pants. When he reached the barrier of her hot pink panties, he hooked a finger in the crotch and pulled. The cloth separated with a loud
rip.
“Fuck,” she whispered hotly, eyes brighter.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She did, presenting the prettiest round ass he’d ever seen. The dark seam of her pussy beckoned. But first her curves beckoned—he needed to warm his hands on them.
“I want to spank this hot fucking ass of yours. Will you let me?”
She looked over her shoulder, hair hanging like a curtain. “Don’t hurt me.”
“If you want me to stop, say Harley. Got it?”
“I…don’t like pain, Connall.”
“You need this pain, same as I do. Try it?”
She hesitated, facing forward again. He caressed her ass from top to bottom, running his fingertip through the slickness between her thighs. Easing the tip of his finger into her clutching heat, he kissed her shoulder. “Try it, Sweetheart.”
“Yes.” Her ragged whisper thrilled him and scared the hell out of him. She was willing to go along with his darkest fantasy? And in the middle of a parking lot?
He brought his hand down on her cheek. The clapping noise startled even him. Sarah cried out.
Soothing the hurt he’d caused, he hovered over her, his lips at her ear. “It’s all right, Sweetheart. On the other side of this is the sun, I promise.” Another crack of his hand on her ass. Low enough he could stretch his fingers and skim the swollen folds of her pussy.
She shoved into his touch, and he couldn’t resist—he gave her three more smacks that echoed through the small truck. Her breath sobbed in her chest, but she wasn’t really crying.
Sinking his fingers into her pussy, he found her wetter than before. “Oh fuck, you like it. You fucking want me spanking your ass?”
“I want you inside me. Connall.” Her plea was a bullet to the heart, and he was a dead man.
He didn’t remember locating a condom or rolling it on. But suddenly his sheathed cock was in hand and his head straining toward her intensely wet heat he needed. Reaching around her, he found her nipple and pinched hard at the same moment he drove home.
She arched, pussy gripping him perfectly. Her breaths came faster, interspersed with cries. With each push of his cock, she slid across the leather seat. When she braced her hands on the door, he couldn’t take another moment.
He had to possess her. Sarah…she was different.
Her body rose and fell under his assault. Her cheeks were perfectly red from his hand, and the warmth cradled him beautifully.
He clenched his jaw and pounded into her. She moved with him to a wild beat. When he braced a hand beyond her on the door frame, she curled her slender fingers around his.
He angled his hips and lifted her on his cock. She pulsated once, twice… A cry bubbled out of her, and there was no turning back. She was his beautiful angel of light. Of salvation. She took his pain and turned it into something he didn’t deserve.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
ran through his head on a loop. Tomorrow he’d send her away from him, return her to the club, and watch her from afar while protecting their secret.
She came harder with each stroke. When he didn’t think he could wring one more contraction from her hot pussy, he let go.
And flew higher than he’d ever hoped.
“Sarah, bring those beers my way,” Rocket called from his position at the horseshoe pit.
With several longnecks looped in her fingers, she made her way through the crush of kids doing a three-legged race. Several ladies lounged on blankets on the grass waiting for their men to stop playing silly games and settle for the fireworks show.
As she passed Harris, he eyed her. She offered him a beer but he waved her on. When she looked up, she caught Connall staring at her with a grim expression. She saw a lot of that look. He also wore it when he was fucking her. Even in ecstasy he was in torment.
All my fault.
She’d burdened him with her sin, and though his shoulders were broad enough to carry it, he bled.
She gave him a slight smile. To her surprise, the corner of his mouth quirked up. Her heart turned over and took off at a faster pace. Doctor Connall West was a devastating man. She’d fallen for his brains first, in awe of his store of knowledge. Then his skill had opened some chasm inside her. Finally, his tenderness and the care he showed her melted her into a puddle.
Somehow she managed to reach the horseshoe pits without falling flat on her face. Rocket took a beer and leaned in to plant a sloppy, half-drunk kiss on her cheek. Unable to help herself, she glanced at Connall.
His smile was gone and that deep crease etched between his brows. He folded his arms over his big chest and pressed his fist to his mouth as he looked on.
Her body was more alive than it should be at seeing his thoughtful pose. After he’d spanked her and spent himself, they’d crawled into the back seat, where he’d let her hold him. Cradling his head against her bare breasts, she’d soothed him with soft words.
He didn’t say so, but not being able to help that man in the store had cut him deep. Sliced him, shattered bones that were the very foundation of what he believed in. He’d taken an oath to help, but he’d been looked down upon for what he was besides a doctor.
He’d confided that he moved around a lot because of the clash of his career and his personal interests in the club. It worried her that he could take off again, but she had no rights to him. If he left, she couldn’t stop him.
His gaze was trained on her as she circled the group, passing out beers. When her hands were empty, she wiped the condensation on her jeans and turned in a circle to see where she was most needed.
The Fourth of July celebration was just as it always had been. Good food and fun for all the club members and their families. One of the old ladies, Delta, was singing, and Ever and Jamison were slow-dancing. Their lone figures struck a chord deep inside Sarah, and suddenly she ached to be held.
Twisting around again, she searched for Connall, but he was nowhere to be seen.
She was letting her emotions guide her too much lately. Cutting herself off from the heart-stopping doctor biker, though… Well, he knew how to wield a scalpel better than she did. At times he closed up and wouldn’t let her beyond his barrier. Then they’d go at each other, tearing clothes and dragging long moans of pleasure from each other, and he seemed better for a time.
“O’Dovey—”
The name floated to her on the rich night air, and she choked on her heart as it filled her throat.
“He wouldn’t have missed this party, man. Something’s off.”
Oh God.
Wildly, she looked for Connall. She tripped a few steps toward a group of club ladies. “Have you seen the doc?”
“Not lately, Sweetheart. Last I saw him, he was over there, looking at you.”
She could barely draw enough air to keep her body in motion. He’d promised to keep her from the fires, and the ring of flames was closing in. The Sons were suspicious. Had they taken the matter to Church yet? The official meeting, known as Church, was as sacred as a blood sacrifice. What was decided at their table was a done deal.
If they declared O’Dovey’s disappearance was foul play, they’d be searching.
What have I done?
O’Dovey had gotten what he’d deserved in her mind, so the sin was against the club, not man or any god.
A hand closed around her wrist, and she cried out.
Connall’s dark gaze pierced her as he swung her against his chest. He brought a protective hand around her nape, holding her to him. “Sweetheart, what is it?”
Panic beat in her chest. She clutched his cut. “Have you heard them talking?”
“I heard it all at Church earlier.”
Terror seized her. “They know?”
He shook his head. “There’s nothing to tell. O’Dovey took off.”
She pulled his head near enough she could whisper in his ear. “They won’t be satisfied with that. Connall, what have I done?”
He drew her face close enough he could murmur back, “You wiped some fucking scum off the earth. As it should be. Don’t break on me now, Sweetheart.”
A tremor ran through her, and he hitched her tighter against him. With his steady heartbeat under her ear, she found a little inner strength. Some of her panic ebbed.
Connall stared into her eyes. He lightly probed the depression at the base of her skull with a long finger. “You belong to this club, and I won’t let anyone take that away from you.”
While she believed with her whole heart that what he said was true, she wasn’t certain the idea extended to him. She had to speak her piece. “You’re not better off among our kind. You should be golfing with colleagues. Dining in fine restaurants while having intellectual conversations about books and French films. If you hadn’t been seen as a biker in the supermarket, you would have been allowed to treat that man.”
Swallowing hard, she met his gaze. Sending him away would be like tearing off a limb—he was her only happiness right now. But she was coming to care about him, and she didn’t want him crashing and burning with her.
“Sarah, there may be blood on the breeze, but nobody else understands the bad in me like the Hell’s Sons. You aren’t going to get rid of me.”
Did that mean he wouldn’t run from any heat from the townspeople and probably the hospital hearing that a doctor also belonged to a biker gang?
Her chest burned. “What bad, Connall? There’s nothing bad in you.”
His eyelids lowered as he stroked a fingertip along her jaw. “Oh Sweetheart, if only that were true.”
“Hey, doc! Come and help set these rockets!” Ace’s call drew them apart. The man had his arm slung across Belle’s shoulders, and her face was wreathed in happy smiles.
Connall set her back from him and nudged her beneath the chin with a knuckle. “Gotta go play with some fire.”
As she watched his fine, muscled body move away from her, she couldn’t help but think he didn’t only mean the fireworks. If she guessed, he was going to set some fires within the club, hoping the smoke would lure the Hell’s Sons away from the true conflagration.
“What have I done?” she whispered around a ball of tears.
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When the first colors burst in the sky, Connall was watching Sarah’s face. Blue and green washed over her features. Next was pink. Red. A rainbow, but her expression remained the same—it was filled with awe and joy.
He couldn’t let her secret be discovered. She wouldn’t lose her club no matter what he had to do to stop it. If that meant sacrificing himself, he was willing. After all, he deserved to be punished.