The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club, Books 1-3 (123 page)

Evie eased her legs further apart, leaving her totally open to him, vulnerable and exposed.

“Beautiful.” He stroked her ass gently even as he pressed her against the table. Her nipples brushed over the cold, damp, gritty surface. Sinfully erotic.

“Up on your elbows. Hands apart. Hold the corners of the table. If you let go, I'll tie them in place.” His low, sensual command turned her blood to molten lava and she spread her arms and gripped the rough, hewn wood. The edge of the table dug into her belly, just above her mound, the painful pressure only inflaming her need as her body stretched to accommodate his demands.

She heard the snap of his cut, the soft rustle of clothing, and the rattle of a chain. But when she tried to look over her shoulder, Zane pressed her head down, cheek to the table.

“This is my show.” He leaned over, his bare chest hot against her cool skin, his hard, cock wedged firmly between her open thighs. “And I want to spend some time playing dirty with you.”

Before Evie could ask how much dirtier he could get, he pulled her hips back from the table, then crouched in front of her and feathered kisses along the inside of her thigh, his beard an erotic prickle over her skin. “I wanna taste you, Evie. I spent a week in jail in Stanton imagining every sweet inch of your body, trying to remember your honey.”

“Yes.” Unable to see or touch him, she gripped the edges of the table and focused on the rasp of his breathing as he worked his way toward her center, and the brush of his lips over her heated skin. She wiggled, angled her hips to get him where she wanted him to go. She needed him, craved his touch and the release only he could give her.

“Stay still.” His finger slicked through her folds in a slow, gentle caress that made her jerk against him.

“More.”

Zane chuckled, a low deep rumble that vibrated in her core. “This?” He slicked his finger through her pussy, spreading her moisture up and around her clit. “Or this?” He flicked his tongue over the throbbing bundle of nerves, as his bristles scraped over her sensitive skin. Evie shuddered in response.

“Lick me again.”

He teased her clit with the tip of his hot, wet tongue, the touch so light she wanted to scream, and then he thrust a finger inside her. Evie groaned at the intimate intrusion. Zane added a second finger, thrusting with firm, relentless pressure as he teased her clit, licking up and around, but never where she wanted him to go. With his expert touch, he held her on the edge, letting her peak and bringing her down before she could sail into oblivion.

“Zane. I can't take anymore. Please.”

He thrust again, curling his fingers against her sensitive inner walls, and then his mouth clamped over her clit. Her climax came in a rush of wet heat, flooding her pussy and sending her spiraling in a wave of sensation.

“I'm gonna fuck you, sweetheart. Dirty and rough like you want.” He pulled away as she heaved in her breaths, and then he was behind her, one hand in her hair forcing her to arch back against him, her ass in the air, the other hand on her hip, holding her steady as he thrust into her wetness.

“Keep those legs open for me.” He tightened his grip on her hair and then he drew out and thrust deep. “Fuck, Evie. I missed you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I want you so bad.”

He slapped her ass, sending heat racing over her skin and straight to her aching pussy. Her desire spiraled again and she tightened her inner muscles against the steel of his shaft as he pounded into her.

“Oh, sweet heart.” He groaned. “Just like that.”

Her body burned with sensation, from the rich scent of earth mixed with pine from the table, to the musky smell of sex, and the damp fragrant air brushing over her skin. Every nerve ending in her body flared as she jerked against the table, rough wood over tender nipples, sharp edges against her palms and stomach, her pussy wet and throbbing.

“Who can give you what you want?”

Zane grunted and changed his rhythm, his thrusts coming hard and fast, his fingers digging into her hip, holding her steady.

“You.”

“Only me.” He reached around to flick her oversensitive clit. “Come with me, Evie. Together.”

Her muscles tensed and her back arched as the climax ripped through her, her pussy clenching around his hardened length. With a deep, guttural growl, Zane joined her, his cock driving deep and hard, sending her over the edge again.

He collapsed on top of her and for a few moments there was nothing but the combined rasp of their breaths and the warmth of his chest on her sweat-slicked back.

“My Evie.” He brushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her neck. “My dirty girl likes it rough.”

Finally he pulled away and she shivered as cool air rushed over her skin. When he helped her up, she looked down and grimaced at the sight of her soil-covered breasts.

“When I agreed to dirty sex, I didn't mean it literally.”

Zane chuckled and gently brushed her clean with a damp cloth from the sink in the corner. “I like all ways of dirty if they involve you.”

“I have a feeling I've just seen the tip of the iceberg.” She fastened her bra and then her arms dropped as a wave of sadness crashed over her.

“I didn't know T-Rex that well, but from what I saw, he was a special person.”

Zane pulled her into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around her. “I'll miss him,” he said softly. “But I'll be grateful to him every day of my life for keeping you safe and giving me another chance. There hasn't been a single day in the last nine years that I haven't regretted leaving you the way I did. Every year, I spent the last week of summer riding in the mountains, thinking about you, and what I could have done differently. After I saw you and Mark together, I just imagined a different life where I made different choices.”

“Then you wouldn't be you.” She reached up to stroke his bristly chin. You wouldn't have found the Sinners. You wouldn't be a biker. You wouldn't be the man I love. And I have to admit, the whole badass biker thing is kinda hot. Every time I see you in that cut, or on your bike, I just want to jump your bones.”

“Anytime. Anywhere. Any way you want.”

“I'll wait for you, Zane.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “As long as it takes. Five years. Ten. Twenty. I'll be here for you. And when you're free, I want to see you in that cut. I can make it work because I know in my heart you're a good person, and I know I have the strength to survive in your world. Arianne showed me there is more than one way to live the life. I can still be me. I can run my shop, be a soccer mom, and give you heck when you put yourself in danger. It will be you and me and Ty and your MC. Together.” And then, because she could feel the tears welling in her eyes, she smiled. “Of course it won't be that long. I believed you when you told me the truth about what happened that night. The judge will believe you, too.”

“Your faith means everything to me.” He rested his forehead against hers, closed his eyes. “Now that I've seen you and put T-Rex to rest, I'm gonna deal with Viper. Then I'm gonna take that faith back with me to Stanton, knowing that if it does go wrong, you'll be safe until I see you again.”

Viper.

She had almost forgotten about him. But she was dead certain he hadn't forgotten about her.

 

TWENTY-FOUR

Don't get too cocky after your first successful repair. There are always hidden problems.

—SINNER'S TRIBE MOTORCYCLE REPAIR MANUAL

Evie awoke from a dream of being seduced by a man with dark hair and darker eyes, only to discover it was no dream at all; her seducer had one hand between her legs and the other on her breast.

“What the…”

“Shhhh,” Zane whispered. “You fell asleep at the party. Had to bring you home in a cage.”

Evie grimaced. Ah, yes. The party after the funeral. Part Irish, T-Rex had asked that his brothers throw an Irish wake if he died and the Sinners had gone all out to honor his wishes, renting out Banks Bar, where Arianne and Dawn worked part-time, and inviting as many Sinners as it could hold.

After standing outside for a full five minutes, Zane had decided there weren't any felons in Banks Bar that he personally knew, and the Sinners weren't really a criminal organization; they were just a bunch of guys who liked to ride bikes. Plus, he'd seen someone's hand on Evie's ass, and that was the end of his good behavior.

“Knees up, sweetheart. Curl up and bring them to your chest.” Zane's deep voice slid over her like a warm blanket. The morning light was already streaming through the crack in the curtains, filling the master bedroom of her new rental with the soft rays of dawn.

Half asleep, her body languid and relaxed, she complied, curling up in front of him, half wondering what he was up to now.

His hand slid over her ass to cup her sex, now fully exposed to his questing fingers. “You're so wet. That's my fault. I couldn't keep my hands off you all night.” He slicked a finger through her folds and brushed her wetness along her inner thigh. “I never saw you drunk before. You were very affectionate. Shooter should be out of the hospital this afternoon. I only hit him a coupla times. And Patches is … well, we can go visit him tomorrow.”

Evie groaned and turned her face into the pillow. “Don't tell me anything else.”

“So you don't want to hear the part where you tried to rip off my clothes?” His hand stroked down her body to caress her breast, then over her curves to touch her intimately once more. Evie gasped as pleasure surged through her. She released her knees, and Zane growled softly.

“Don't move. Back in position.”

Evie bit back a smile. She liked this side of him, confident, dominant, unyielding. It was a side she hadn't seen when they were young, but she had always suspected was there.

He kissed her neck, then bit her gently as his finger pressed against her wet entrance. “All ready for me. But then you were ready for me hours ago, weren't you, sweetheart?” He licked the bite, wrapped one arm around her knees, and before she realized what he intended, he drove his cock into her hard and deep.

“Oh, God.” No teasing. No more foreplay. But she was more than ready for him.

Her body tensed at the intimate intrusion, but in the tight position she couldn't move to relieve the pressure, or shift to accommodate him in any other way. The world narrowed to the slide of his cock into her pussy, the press of flesh on flesh, and the deep sensations as he pushed inside inch by inch, so slowly she wanted to scream, to rock her hips …

Zane ground against her until he was buried to the hilt. “Take me, Evie. Take all of me and let me take care of you.”

Her senses heightened: his scent of sex with a hint of cologne; his body warm around her and hard inside her; the taste of his last kiss before she fell asleep; and the sight of him moving gently behind her in the mirror across from the bed. So erotic.

He always wanted to take care of her. And yet, although she loved his protectiveness, she didn't need it. Not anymore. Maybe, for once, she could take care of him in the bedroom; she could drive him crazy, the way he did to her. She could be in control.

Evie twisted away then quickly turned and gently pushed Zane to his back. She straddled him, his shaft nestled between her folds, grinning as his face registered surprise, then curiosity.

“How about I take care of you?” She rocked over him, and Zane's corded throat tightened when he swallowed.

“How about you do that when I'm inside you?”

“Not yet.” Evie licked her lips. “I want to play.” She leaned up to kiss him, easing herself up until his swollen head brushed her entrance. Zane groaned, clamped his hands on her hips and tried to pull her down.

“If you're naughty, you don't get to be inside me at all.” She feathered kisses over the soft bristles on his jaw, down his neck, over his pecs, then licked her way along the ridges of his abdomen. Zane threaded his hands through her hair, his finger gripping her scalp.

“If I'd known you were planning to torture me, I would never have come back.”

“It's a good kind of torture,” she said as she slid down between his legs. “The kind where you get to beg.”

She flicked her tongue over his crown and Zane growled. “You do that again, and I won't be responsible for my actions.”

She licked.

He grabbed her shoulders, hauled her up, and settled her on top of his rock hard shaft. “You got two choices, sweetheart. We do this your way, with you on top, or my way, with you beneath me. But both of them involve me inside you by the time I finish talking.”

With a laugh, Evie lifted her hips and took him deep. His cock slid easily into her wet center, and she gasped with pleasure.

“My, what a big cock you have,” she teased.

“All the better to fuck you with.” He gripped her hips and filled her with slow, easy thrusts.

“Ah. Ah.” Evie gritted her teeth, trying to resist the urge to grind against him. “I'm doing the fucking. You're doing the watching.” She cupped her breasts, rolled each nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the sensation all the more intense for Zane's rapt attention, his taut muscles, and the jerk of his hips as he tried to entice her to give in to the passion burning between them.

She slid one hand down to her clit, and stroked gently around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her heart pounded, as everything inside her clenched tight, making her tremble with pent-up desire.

“Evie.” Zane groaned. “Sweetheart. You're too fucking sexy. Too hot. Too wet. I can't take any more.”

“You want me to take care of you?”

“Fuck, yeah.” He shuddered as she rocked over his shaft.

“You want me to take care of you the way you take care of me?”

“Yes. God, Evie. Yes. Please.”