The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club, Books 1-3 (84 page)

The vehicle rocked again and the rear passenger door opened. Feet scuffed the concrete floor beside her. But she didn't have time to worry about what was going on. Jimmy was down, unarmed, injured, and for the first time vulnerable. She steadied the gun between her breasts and slid her finger over the trigger. This was it. The moment she had dreamed about for ten years. The end of Jimmy. She would finally be free.

*   *   *

Cade heard the SUV door open. This was it. Gunner was out. Sparky and Zane would be right behind him. It was the end of Mad Dog. And he was going to be the one to pull the trigger. He threw himself forward and grabbed Mad Dog's weapon. Then in one swift move, he rolled, aimed, and fired.

In that moment three things happened.

First, two more shots were fired, each from a different gun. Mad Dog fell backward, his hand to his chest.

Second, as Mad Dog fell, a bullet from a fourth gun hit Mad Dog from behind, a clean hit through the neck that slowed only when it pinged off the hood of the SUV.

Third, four people yelled, “I got him.”

Gun at the ready, Cade surveyed the scene. Curiously none of the Brethren ran to Mad Dog's aid. Even the two dogs that had so obediently heeled at his command left him to lick the face of an old geezer lying on the floor with a gun pointed where Mad Dog's neck used to be.

“I got him.” Dawn slid out from under the SUV.

“I got him,” the old geezer yelled. “Right through the fucking neck.”

“No fucking way.” Gunner lowered his weapon. “I got him.”

“No, I got him,” Cade said. “Hit him in the leg.”

“That's just the old injury from when I hit him in the leg.” Dawn glared and then sucked in a sharp breath. “Why are you lowering your weapons? We're still outnumbered.”

“Not for long.”

As the last word left Cade's lips, the Brethren dropped their weapons. He turned and smiled at the Sinners pouring through the wrecked wall on either side of the SUV.

His brothers.

His club.

And …
What the fuck? Benson?

Talk about ruining the moment.

“Dawn!” Benson stared at Dawn aghast as he walked over the rubble. “What are you doing with that … weapon?”

“Shooting people.” One hand on her hip, she held up her gun. Cade snorted a laugh. Damn, she was a sight in that tight red dress, dirty and torn, her hair tangled, scratches and bruises on her arms and legs. But with that weapon in her hand and the triumphant smile on her face she was beyond beautiful to him.

“Actually she was shooting toes, not people, but she did a good job. She's better at shooting toes than tires.” He looked over at Benson and lifted an eyebrow. “We got business together, Benson. A little matter of locking me up in jail and trying to steal my girl. You got anyone you want to call before you die?”

Benson's mouth tightened. “Your girl.”

“Mine.”

Benson's gaze swept over Dawn, lingering, and then his shoulders slumped. “She's definitely a Sinner.”

Dawn put her arm around Cade and leaned her head against his chest. “Cade's Sinner. I am sorry, Doug, but this is where I want to be.”

“I wanted so badly to save you,” Benson said wistfully. “My sister was taken by a biker gang when she was fourteen. We never got her back. I joined the police thinking I would make a difference and something like that would never happen on my watch. I think I lost perspective, and I might have gotten a little carried away.”

“You went to fucking crazy town and back.” Cade shoved his weapon in its holster. “Even coming out here alone … all kinds of stupid. You always gotta have someone at your back.”

“I get it. I'm sorry, Dawn. I won't bother you or the Sinners again.” He turned to go and Cade gestured to Tank to cut off Benson's retreat.

“You don't get off that easy. Locking up a Sinner is serious offense, but 'cause you were looking out for my girl, I'll give you a choice. I beat the shit out of you, break your fucking arms and legs, and dump you in a ditch outside of town, or you can be the Sinners' eyes and ears inside the police station. Sheriff Morton did a fine job for us, and was paid well for his trouble until he got greedy, so now there's a vacancy that needs to be filled.”

Benson shrugged. “It's not really a choice, is it?”

“You always have a choice.”

“He's being nice to you.” Dawn's lips tugged at the corners. “He would usually smash your vehicle, too.”

“And burn down his house.” Cade brushed his lips over her forehead. “But I got my girl so I'm in a good mood.”

“I kinda like my vehicle,” Benson said. “And my arms and legs. You've got yourself a mole.”

*   *   *

“I got the girls.” Cade pulled Dawn against his side after Tank and T-Rex escorted Benson back to his police car. “They're safe at the clubhouse.”

Dawn exhaled a relieved breath and leaned against SUV. “Thank you. I can't tell you how worried I was about them. But the clubhouse? Two little girls? Really?”

“Dax is with them.”

“Dax? The torturer?”

“He's got his own kids. He knows how to have a good time.”

“I'm sure he does.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Probably dissecting frogs and shooting at squirrels.”

Cade growled low in his throat. “Made me hot watchin' you shoot Mad Dog from under the SUV.”

“Everything makes you hot. You'd probably have me naked and over the hood of the vehicle if I'd done more than shoot him in the toe.” She had been bitterly disappointed after Zane checked Jimmy's wounds and pronounced Old Mick the winner of the shoot-out.

“I think you should put down that gun and we'll let the boys finish doin' what they're doin' with the Brethren and I'll show you just how hot your toe shooting made me.”

Dawn glanced over at Old Mick and Jagger, deep in conversation while Doc Hegel tended to Old Mick's wound. Around them, Sinners kept watch on the disarmed Brethren, while others searched the clubhouse, and still more guarded the doors.

“I think they aren't going to be doing anything to the remaining Brethren other than taking their weapons and offering them a choice of patch-over or death,” she said. “Mad Dog's supporters are already gone. The usual rats fleeing a sinking ship.”

“We'll hunt them down. Guaranteed.”

She tightened her arms around Cade, drinking in the warmth of his body. “That was a pretty damn awesome rescue. Very Cade. Lots of drama. No sneaking around or hiding in the shadows. Just straight plowing through the wall in an SUV like an action hero.”

“I know something else I want to plow into. Hop in and I'll take you back to the clubhouse and show you what else an action hero can do.”

“You're filthy.”

“And you love it.”

“I love you,” she said. “But the filth is a close second.”

*   *   *

“What's this?” The skin on the back of Dawn's neck prickled when she saw the duffel bag packed on Cade's dresser. She'd checked on the girls and showered in the grimy clubhouse washroom to wash away all traces of Jimmy, easing the tension from her body. Now, freshly scrubbed and dressed in one of Cade's shirts, her anxiety returned all over again.

“You're going on the road so soon?”

“Shhhhh.” He cupped her face between her hands and brushed his lips over hers. “I got a coupla things I got to do that can't wait. I'm taking T-Rex, Dax, and the prospect with me.”

She tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his hands too firm, his lips too soft. “Where are you going?”

He smoothed a hand over her forehead. “Better if you don't know.”

“I want to know where you're going.” She shoved him back against the door. “I'll be worried, Cade. I worried when you were up in Whitefish, but at least I knew where you were. Tell me. Now.”

“You trying to turn me on, babe? 'Cause I'll let you know a secret. That fire of yours, when it gets going, makes me hot like nothing else. Nothing a biker likes more than soft and sweet with a sassy inside.”

“Cade…” She moaned when his hands slid down to her ass, pulling her hips against his hardened length.

“I want to love you, babe,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me love you tonight. I promise you won't regret it.”

She answered him with a kiss, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest. “Love me. Then tell me where you're going.”

“I'll tell you where I'm going to as soon as you strip off your clothes.” Cade settled himself on the bed, hands behind his head, legs spread, the quintessential alpha male.

“I've never stripped for anyone, Cade. Not after leaving Jimmy.”

“You aren't stripping for anyone. You're stripping for me. And you're gonna think about how much I love your body, and how much I want you, all of you, inside and out; how I'm dying here waiting to see every beautiful inch of my beautiful girl.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of her top. Drawing in a shallow breath, she pulled it up and over her head. Why was she so nervous? They'd had sex. He'd seen her without her clothes. But she'd never felt like she was baring everything to him before, dropping the walls that protected her heart.

“Keep going.”

He wanted her. Not just her body, but
her
. For the longest time she hadn't known who she was. Even after she left Jimmy, she had one goal and one goal only: to get her girls back. But Cade made her think about herself, who she was, and what she wanted. He made her see just how deep her strength ran, and how desirable she was to him. She wanted to take what he offered. To bare herself to him and not worry about what might happen after.

She dropped the shirt on the floor, shivering in her purple bra and panties as cool air brushed over her heated skin.

Cade made a low, sensual hum of approval. “Turn.”

A smile tugged at her lips, and she turned for him, using the skills she'd learned when she was dancing. Smooth, elegant, slow, and seductive.

“You're killing me, babe.”

Encouraged by his half-lidded gaze and obvious arousal, she slowly slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, and then she ran her finger lightly over the lace framing the crescents of her breasts.

When his eyes flared, she tucked her thumbs beneath the elastic at her hips, running them back and forth over her tummy before she slid them down her thighs.

“Stop.”

Half bent over, her breasts swaying gently beneath the cups of her loosened bra, she looked up to see he had half risen from the bed.

“Don't you want me to finish?”

His low rumble reverberated through the room. “I can't wait.”

“You started this. If I can do it, you can wait. I've never wanted to strip for someone before. It was never really a choice. But I'm kinda enjoying your discomfort.”

Cade tensed and she could see his inner struggle in the lines of his face. His hand slid to his groin and he adjusted himself. “Discomfort is the least of what you're gonna feel when I get my hands on you.”

“Promises. Promises.”

“Finish.”

She bent again to slide her underwear over her heels and Cade groaned. “Babe…”

“Would it be better if I faced away.” She stood and turned, letting her hair sweep over her back, and then gave him a full rear view as she slid off her panties.

After a painful moment of silence, she looked back over her shoulder and a grin spread across her face. Cade had shoved down his clothing, freeing his cock for the firm stroke of his hand.

Mesmerized, Dawn turned back to watch him. She'd done that to him. Driven him past the point of control. Far from turning her off, she found it fiercely arousing and she wanted nothing more than to replace his hand with hers. But when she took a step toward him, he dropped his hand and waved her back.

“You're not finished.”

“I think I am.” She reached behind and unclipped her bra, then threw it at him, grinning when it landed on his erect cock. “I always had good aim.”

His laugh warmed her inside, but when he launched himself off the bed, she startled and turned away.

“Shhhh.” His T-shirt was cool against her heated skin, his half open fly rough against her ass. He shoved his clothing down and his cock, hot and thick, jerked against the small of her back.

With a moan, Dawn arched into him, rubbing her ass against his groin. Cade splayed his hand over her hips, pulling her so tight against him, his erection pressed into the cleft of her buttocks.

“Cade…” Her body was on fire, but when she tried to turn, he held her fast, his free hand gliding over her rib cage to her breasts, now tender and swollen with need. He rolled one nipple, then the other, working them between his thumb and forefinger until she was bucking mindlessly against him, wanting the promise of what was to come.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered, his lips warm and wet on her shoulder. “Tonight I'm gonna make you mine. All mine. Body, heart, and soul.” His teeth found the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder and he sunk his teeth into her skin with a firm, hard pressure that she knew would leave a mark.

His mark.

She writhed against him, almost delirious with pleasure and the need for release. One hand still splayed across her belly, he caged her jaw with the other, pulling her head back to his chest. Then he pushed his finger inside her mouth.

“Suck.”

Her blood turned to molten lava and streamed through her veins. He was wild tonight. Dominating. Barely contained. And yet she had no fear of where he might take her. She could give her power freely to Cade, knowing in her heart he would never abuse it.

Her lips closed around his finger and she drew it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his knuckle, drinking in the faint taste of bourbon and the essence of him.