Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

She could object all she wanted, but he saw how her breathing had increased, and the pulse in her throat beat wildly. Crystal liked him to dominate, take control, and sometimes even get rough. It suited him fine. She was the yin to his yang. They both got off on it. His mouth ran along her throat, kissing his way up to her ear. “I watched you with the new guys. You did that on purpose didn’t you? To get to me?” He bit her earlobe, wanting a response. “Answer me.”

“And did I get to you?” she replied breathlessly.

“Isn’t this proof enough? I’m here aren’t I?” He released one of her wrists and slid his hand into her hair. He tightened his fingers, giving her a quick tug of warning. “So you were going to go home with one of them? Was that your plan? Did you think I’d let you?”

“I didn’t think you’d even notice.”

“I noticed,” he murmured, pulling her hair hard enough to bring her chin up, her face to his. “You’re lucky you didn’t pull this shit with a brother.”

“You can’t always just take what you want,” she gasped out, breathing heavily.

“Yeah, I can. You know I can. You also know how it gets me off.” She stared at him a moment and then smiled as she leaned forward trying to reach his mouth with hers, but he pulled out of her reach and demanded insistently, “Don’t fuck with me, Crystal, say what I want to hear. Tell me you don’t want him.”

“Him?”

“Either one of them. Say it.”

“I don’t. Just you.” And suddenly his mouth was on hers. Plundering. Demanding her surrender.

“Damn it, woman, you are making me crazy,” he groaned as he pulled back, and then he whipped her around, her face to the wall. He pressed up against her, lifting her arms above her head, ordering her to keep them there as his hands slid down her arms to her breasts.

Crash took Shannon’s hands in his and laid them on his knees. Then his went to her hips. “Do you see how she moves?” he asked, looking over her shoulder at the stripper who was giving a lap dance to Green. She rocked against him, rolling up and back down. Green smacked her ass. “It’s not half as sexy as this. Look.”

Crash took her jaw in his hand and turned her face. He nodded toward the second level. Shannon followed the direction of his gaze. At the top of the stairs, in the hallway that disappeared down toward Cole’s room was a couple, just inside the shadows. Their profile in the edge of light.

“Watch them.”

She was shocked by what she saw. Wolf had Crystal up against the wall. They were struggling. He grabbed her wrists, slamming them against the wall above her head.

“He’s hurting her.” Shannon squirmed in his arms as if she was going to do something about it.

“Shh, sweetheart. He’s not hurting her. It’s not what you think. That’s how they always are with each other.”

“I don’t understand. Are you going to let him treat her like that?”

“It turns her on. Watch.” He still held her jaw in his hand, keeping her gaze on the couple.

Wolf held Crystal pinned, staring intently at her. Even at this distance and the dim lighting, Shannon could see the strong emotions flashing between the two of them. Wolf leaned in. Crystal twisted her head, not letting him kiss her. He was talking to her, whispering things in her ear a moment before his mouth took her throat. He stepped closer, his body coming up against hers. And suddenly, she was undulating against him, brushing up on him, twisting, her eyes drifting closed, her mouth opening. And then she turned her head, and her mouth sought out his. He released her wrists, and her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. They kissed long and passionately, and then he was spinning her around to face the wall. Taking her hands, he held them to the wall above her head again. He said something in her ear, must have ordered her to keep them there, because she nodded and when he pulled his hands away, her hands stayed where he’d left them.

Shannon watched as Wolf’s hands stroked slowly down Crystal’s arms, down until he reached her breasts. He cupped them, stroking, squeezing, gently kneading. One arm locked across her breasts, while the other hand slide down over her waist and hips. Lower to the hem of her dress. His hand went up, disappearing underneath, and then his arm moved forward, his hand going between her legs.

Crystal’s head dropped back against Wolf’s shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes closed.

“Look at them, Shannon. Look at how aroused she is. The look on her face, it’s fucking beautiful.” Crash muttered the words against her cheek, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth. He had her pinned against his chest, one hand on her jaw, keeping her gaze focused on the pair above them, and the other arm locked across that smooth bare belly. She could feel his arousal growing, pressing into her bottom. His hand slid across her belly, his palm warm against her skin. He paused between her belly button and the snap of her jeans. His thumb brushed over the dangling rhinestone, flicking it.

Shannon sucked in her breath. When she did, the tips of his fingers slid under her waistband. He murmured in her ear, “I want to touch you like he’s touching her.”

His other hand still held her jaw, keeping her focus on the couple above them, and her breathing quickened. “Crash, I…”

“Shh. Watch them.” She made a strangled whimper. His mouth slid over her earlobe. “Look at the way he’s touching her.”

She looked up. Wolf was stroking Crystal fervently. He was building her to a climax.

She couldn’t look away even if she tried. As Wolf cupped Crystal’s breast and brushed his thumb across her nipple, Crystal’s eyes slid closed. At his unrelenting strokes, she moaned and moved back against him, curling her fingers into the wall.

In response, Shannon’s own fingers curled into Crash’s knees as shock, and yes, desire, tightened her throat. Wolf’s attention never veered from Crystal. It was as if neither of them were aware of the people below them.

Shannon began to see submission and dominance, surrender and control, and the whole male-female dynamic in a completely new light. For Wolf and Crystal, there was nothing but each other, and Wolf’s focus didn’t stray from the woman under his hands.