“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.