Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

“Aren’t you curious to know what it would be like to be in her position?”

Crash’s palm slid down, into her pants. The darkness of the room and the position of her up against the table, with Crash at her back, hid them from most eyes. Her hands on his knees tightened.

“Shh, relax, Princess. I won’t hurt you. I just want to make you feel what she feels. Watch her.”

It was erotic. Watching Wolf and Crystal. Feeling Crash’s hand touch her. Feeling what Crystal must be feeling. Oh, God. His middle finger slid over her, stroking gently. It dipped lower, into her wetness and then pulled back to stroke over her again. She felt her knees weaken. Crash must have felt it too, for the hand that held her jaw slid down to her throat, and then down, his arm locking like an iron band just under her breasts.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. She felt his eyes on her as he watched her face as the rest of the room dissolved away for her. The driving base of the music, and even the sounds of the crowd drifted away as he lowered his mouth to her throat and latched on, sucking. Her head fell back against Crash’s shoulder. The room was spinning as his fingers worked her.

She couldn’t prevent the way he overwhelmed her with sensations, though she knew she’d done little to make any effort to stop him.

“So sweet, so sexy,” he whispered in her ear, and then his mouth moved down to her throat, and his teeth nipped at her, sucking, marking her.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Shannon whispered. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever ha

d done to her. It was crazy. She should be turned off, embarrassed. It was shameful. But God, it was heavenly. The liquor she’d drank had her warm and pliant, and she didn’t want to stop him. She should, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel what Crystal was feeling. Crash’s stroking intensified. Oh, God, it was cresting. She could feel it building. “Crash,” she whispered, brokenly.

“Let go, honey.” His hold on her tightened. “I’ve got you. Come for me.” At his words, she did. She came apart in his arms. His free hand clamped over her mouth, smothering her moans.

As she came slowly down, Crash released her and slid his hand free of her pants. Both hands gripped her hips and pulled her back into his body. She could feel his choppy breathing brushing across her neck and back and his racing heartbeat as his fingers gripped harder into her hips, making her realize he was as affected by what had just happened as she had been.

“If I don’t taste you soon, Shannon-” His voice was rough with need before he broke off, not finishing his thought. It left Shannon to fill in the blanks and sent a shiver through her. Crash’s lips came down gently just behind her ear. She heard his deep inhale and then his hushed words. “You smell so good.”

She melted back against him.

At the bar across the room, Red Dog was grumbling to Cole, watching the lap dance Green was getting from Misty. “Damn, Green always gets the hot ones. Wait, isn’t that Wolf’s latest-”

“Not anymore, apparently.”

“Fuck, he goes through ‘em.”

“Go get you some,” Cole replied from his place at the end of the bar.

“Shit, I think I’ve done enough damage tonight.” Cole grinned, his eyes fixated on something in the corner. Dog twisted to look. “What’re you lookin’ at?”

“Just watchin’ the show.”

“What show? You ain’t even watchin’ Sonny’s girls.”

“A couple different shows going on here tonight. More interesting than Sonny’s stable.”

“Yeah, what?”

Cole pointed with one finger off the cut glass of bourbon he held in his hand. “Wolf at the top of the stairs.”

Red Dog followed where he pointed. “Shit. Those two at it again?”

“He can’t stay away from her. Wish he’d quit jerking her around. I like Crystal, and all he’s gonna do is end up running her off.”

Dog shook his head. He’d always had a soft spot for Crystal. They teased each other back and forth on a daily basis, but she was a real sweetheart and like a sister to him. “She could have any brother in this place. More than one has wanted to make her his ol’ lady. Why she lets him treat her like filler, like his goddamn fuck toy, I can’t understand.”

“He always comes back to her, though, doesn’t he?”

“Yep. Cause she lets him. She needs to wise up.”

“She will. One of these days she will.”

“Wait. You said, shows. What other show?”