“I don’t like it,” Zane said. “So it’s not happening.”
“Baby, relax.” Evie nuzzled his neck. “I’m okay. Better than okay. I nailed that bitch and it felt so damn good. I want to do this.”
He growled low in his throat, feathered kisses along her jaw. “Wouldn’t have happened if I was there. Won’t happen again.”
“But if it does, I can take care of myself.” She leaned up and nipped his earlobe. “And you know what?” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “It makes me hot.”
“How hot?”
Evie pressed her lips to his ear and murmured. “So hot I want you to strip off my clothes, spread me out on the hood of the 300C, and then lick me until I scream. Then I want you to flip me over and fuck me hard, one hand in my hair pulling me back, one hand on my hip, holding me tight, as my nails scratch the paint and my hips smack against the grill, and the whole car shakes from the force of your thrusts as you hammer in to me with all the brothers watching.” Then she ground her hips against his hardened length. “That hot.”
He slid his hands down her back, cupped her ass and lifted her against him. “You talk dirty like that to me, sweetheart, prepare to have your wish come true.” He carried her away from the brothers to the front of the vehicle and settled her on the hood. Then he eased himself between her parted legs, held her face between his hands and kissed her hard. “You’re on the vehicle. What comes next?”
Evie’s eyes sparkled with the challenge, and she licked her lips. “You strip me.”
He slid his hands under her shirt. Although he had no intention of letting his brothers see what was for his eyes alone, he wanted to know just how far she would take this. Pretty far, he guessed, because in this moment she reminded him of the Evie he had left behind—the risk taker—confident, wild, fun and free.
“I do this, that mean we’re good again?” He smoothed his hands over her warm skin. “Can you deal with Jagger occasionally taking out his frustrations on me when I bend the rules?”
Evie mocked a frown. “If you put yourself in that position again, you’ll get no loving for all the nights you’re hurting. So before you make any stupid decisions, like putting your life at risk, just think about that.” She covered his hands with hers and pushed her shirt up to the bottom of her bra, baring her midriff.
A dark possessive growl left his lips and he tugged her shirt down. “Not here. Otherwise, I’ll have to kill all the brothers for looking at you and then we’ll never save T-Rex.”
“Too bad.” She slid closer until the curve of her sex pressed up against his cock, now straining beneath his fly. “I always wanted to be fucked on a car.”
“Behave.” He gave her a mock slap on the ass. Her eyes widened and her lips parted forming a silent oh. Zane filed that reaction away for later.
Jagger rounded the vehicle and cleared his throat, intruding on their moment. “All ready to drop off the parcel? Hacker and Tank will be here soon with the trucks.”
“Actually, I’d rather wrap her around a street light,” Evie said. “Just like Viper did to my car.”
Jagger handed her Sparky’s red bandanna. “You’ll have to settle for this. It’s as close as we’ll get to a bow.”
Evie laughed and twisted it between her hands. She seemed to have forgiven Jagger, which was a relief since Zane harbored no ill will toward him. He’d put Jagger in that position knowing the consequences, and in the end the sacrifice was worth it for the knowledge they’d gained about the Black Jack compound.
Sweat trickled down Zane’s back and it wasn’t just from the heat. How could he stop this? He’d almost lost Evie again. His heart couldn’t handle anymore.
“It’ll be fine.” Evie gave Zane’s arm a squeeze. “I know that look on your face and I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not going into the clubhouse. I’ll drop Doreen off and once they open the gate I’ll drive away.”
“We’ll be covering her from the hill,” Jagger said. “Even if Doreen tells them who she is, they won’t be able to catch her, and you and Cade should have just enough time to get through the fence.”
Why did Jagger keep pretending he was on board with this plan? No way would he have agreed to allow Arianne to drive a vehicle right up to Viper’s door. Not that he could have stopped her … just as it seemed he wouldn’t be able to stop Evie unless he wanted to throw her over his shoulder, caveman style. The thought held some appeal.
He heard the rumble of trucks in the distance. Jagger looked up and smiled. “Trucks are here. Let’s roll.”
Let’s roll? Zane released Evie and cut Jagger off from his bike, making one last effort to head off imminent disaster. “When did we start involving women and kids in club business?”
“Evie wants to do this, brother.” Jagger put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “And since she’s not your old lady, I gotta respect her wishes.”
Evie’s eyes sparkled and she flashed Zane a grin. “I know you’ll be there to catch me. You always are.”
Christ. How could he refuse her when she looked at him like that? The answer came in a heartbeat: he never could.
TWENTY-TWO
Sometimes, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, things just won’t go according to plan.
—SINNER’S TRIBE MOTORCYCLE REPAIR MANUAL
“I got a text from Hacker. The electric current is off.” Zane grabbed a pair of wire cutters and joined Cade at the fence.
“How long you figure we got?” Cade worked efficiently cutting from the bottom, while Zane worked from the top.
“Depends how long Evie can keep them talking.”
Cade stopped to wipe his brow. “She’s one hell of a woman. I can see why you couldn’t forget her all those years. She’s got the kind of inner strength that makes for a good old lady.”
“Yeah.” But did he want her as an old lady if it meant she was at risk of being kidnapped, hurt or even killed? She had a nice normal civilian life in her little white house with the white picket fence on the shady street with kids playing outside, people walking their dogs …
Something niggled at the back of Zane’s mind. “Where are the dogs? They’ve got four dogs. Big ones. They were here every time I came to do surveillance.”
“Maybe they took them when they got the tip about the ATF.”
Zane stood and scanned the clubhouse grounds. “And the guards? Usually they had at least five guards patrolling the fence. Benson said they’d left the guards behind.” The skin on the back of his neck prickled and he looked over at the shed where he’d seen the Jacks’ heavy artillery. “Gimme your binoculars.”
“We’re running out of time.” Cade pushed back the wire. “If we’re gonna save T-Rex, we have to go. We still have to get through the door.”
Zane ran his hand through his hair. “Something’s wrong. It’s all too convenient. The Jacks disappearing, the botched ATF raid … Do you think they know we’ve got someone inside the sheriff’s office? Are they playing us?”
Cade stepped through the fence. “Zane. C’mon man. We got one chance to get…”
Cade’s voice trailed off when a whistling sound filled the air. And then the world exploded in front of them, grass and dirt flying up on the other side of the fence.
Ambush. Where the fuck were the scouts?
Zane flew back, landing hard. He scrambled to his feet and spotted Cade, semiconscious, on the other side of the fence. In the distance, he heard the sound of gunfire.
Evie! He was supposed to be there to keep her safe. Catch her if she fell.