Shade's Lady

“You’re a real prince, Bone,” Sara muttered.

“Get your asses punched in,” he said, ignoring her. “We’ll be busy tonight—the girls agreed to donate their tips to help your sister get back on her feet, and I’m matching them. Put the word out earlier, so people will come. The Reapers will be here too. You’ll be in charge of them, Mandy.”

I swallowed, wondering what I would say to Shade when I saw him.

The biker in question walked in just after nine. Behind him were Dopey and a bunch of others I recognized from the clubhouse, including one who’d been at the trailer. Not the guy who looked like Randy, though. Oh, wow… They put him in Randy’s clothes and had him drive the car away, I realized. That would explain how Mrs. Collins had seen him leave.

Dopey’s old lady came over and gave me a tight hug.

“So sorry to hear about your place,” she said, sounding genuinely upset. If she knew what’d really happened, she sure as hell wasn’t showing it. Dopey came up next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

“Let’s go find a place to sit,” he said. “We’re all real sorry about the fire, Mandy.”

Another biker slapped my shoulder, and then they were filing past me toward the back of the bar. Shade waited until they passed, catching and holding my gaze as he approached. His eyes were dark with desire and something else. I couldn’t tell exactly what that something else was, and I guess it didn’t matter.

He’d saved my family last night, risking his own life in the process. So far as I was concerned, he could call the shots.

“Mandy,” he said, sliding his hands around my waist.

“Shade.”

“Fuckin’ shame about your place. When we heard that the girls would be donating their tips tonight, we figured we’d ride over. Make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” I said, flushing. “I’m staying with Sara.”

“And Hannah?”

“She’s with Heath.”

Shade nodded, then leaned forward into me, his lips brushing my ear.

“You’ll be comin’ with me after work tonight.”

It wasn’t a question.

“All right.”

“We’ll talk more when it’s time for your break.”

I nodded, any resistance I’d felt toward him long gone. Shade let me go, joining his brothers at the back of the bar. I grabbed my tray and followed him, ready to take their orders.

Bone sent me on break at eleven that night. Shade had spent the last two hours watching me with that same intense stare he’d given me at that first barbecue with Rebel. When I started pulling off my apron, he stalked toward me, catching my hand and pulling me down the hallway past the office. Then we were out on the back porch and he was pushing me up against the wall, thrusting one leg between mine.

My fingers tangled in his hair as his hands caught my butt, pulling me up and into his pelvis. His mouth covered mine and his tongue thrust deep. Desire exploded through me. My nipples tightened and my legs clenched around his thigh. He shifted, hips moving against mine restlessly as his mouth dropped, sucking on my neck. I moaned and rubbed myself against his leg, desperate for sensation.

Shade dropped me abruptly, then caught my arm and dragged me over to the picnic table.

“Open your jeans,” he said, his voice heavy.

I glanced around, hoping nobody was watching from the darkness. But even if they were, would it matter? We’d already done this once. Following his order, I reached down and unbuttoned my fly.

“Now touch yourself.”

Swallowing, I slid my hand inside to find my clit, rubbing it. Sensation flooded me as Shade’s eyes held mine. I bit my lip.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“What do you want?”

“This,” I said, reaching out to cover the front of his fly with my other hand. “I want this. Inside me.”

“Right here on the porch?”

I nodded, rubbing my clit harder. I couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside. Filling me. Stretching me and making me his.

“Give me a taste.”

Pulling my hand out, I lifted my hand. Shade caught my wrist and raised it between us. Then he slowly sucked each finger into his mouth, holding my gaze the entire time. I squeezed his dick through the fabric of his jeans, then started rubbing it up and down with the heel of my hand, pressing hard. His tongue flicked against my fingertips, then he sucked them again.

Desire and tension and the need to fuck hung in the air between us—he’d committed violence to protect me and now I was his.

Something in Shade snapped, and he caught my shoulders, spinning me around and pushing me down across the table on my stomach. Seconds later, he’d jerked down my jeans and I heard the sound of his zipper opening followed by the crackle of a condom wrapper.

Laying his hand flat on the small of my back, he pinned me as the head of his cock touched my center. Then he thrust hard, filling me in one stroke, and I gasped. Shade stilled, breathing deep. I felt him throbbing inside me.

“Fuckin’ love this pussy. Squeeze.”

I did, clenching tight. His hips bucked into mine before pulling back. Then he slammed home again, and this time he didn’t stop to savor the moment. His hands caught my shoulders, holding me down and steadying me for his thrusts. Faster and faster he moved, the head of his cock hitting my G-spot with every stroke. Wild desire flared and I heard the sound of our bodies coming together. Raw. Dirty. Wet.

“Next time, you damned well call me if you get in trouble,” Shade said, his voice like gravel. The words were punctuated with his thrusts, like he was punishing me for trying to handle Randy on my own.

Maybe he was.

I should piss him off more often, because despite the brutality of it, I’d never felt anything more amazing. I’d loved it when he’d gone down on me, but this rough and wild sex was somehow better.

Maybe it was the way it hurt a little…the way his hands held me tight, forcing me to hold steady for him, taking everything he had to give, no matter what that meant. Whatever it was, the tension spiraled through me fast and hard until I hovered right on the edge of oblivion.

Shade convulsed, groaning as his hot seed blew into me. I felt the pulse of his cock as he buried himself. That was enough to push me over the edge.