Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

Her legs wrap around him. “I want you inside me. Please.”

“I’ll be there soon, baby. When I know you’re good and ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she pleaded.

“Not yet, baby. I say when.” His body shifted to the side and his hand caressed down the soft skin of her belly to between her legs, where his fingers slid inside her. He captured the wetness that pooled there and spread it all around her, his fingers reigniting the flame that was just now starting to recede. “I want to see you come again, first.”

“Shades, please, I don’t know if I can.”

“You can. You will.” His hands worked their magic, and he soon had her writhing beneath him again, begging for release.

“Please, I need you. I…” her words broke off as a second orgasm swamped over her, and Shades smiled as she threw her head back, gasping. He slid from the bed to stand over her while he unbuckled his belt and then let his jeans hit the floor. The look on her face as she took in his size and length had a smile tug at his mouth.

“Oh, my God. There’s no way,” she objected in a breathy whisper, her chest still heaving.

He stretched out next to her. “It’ll fit, sweetheart. I promise you.” Taking his dick in his hand, he rubbed it over her, spreading her lubrication all over him.

She writhed, enjoying this new torture.

“Do you still want this, baby-girl?” he growled as he stroked over the sensitized folds.

Her breath stuttered as she sucked in a lungful. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He twisted, digging in his jeans for a condom. Once it was on, he moved over her, and lining himself up with her opening, he didn’t hesitate to plunge in. He got about half way and had to pause, poised above her. “Relax, baby. Take it all. I know you can.”

She tried to open further, and he sank another couple of inches. “Shades, I can’t.”

“Shh, sure you can, honey.” His mouth latched onto her nipple again and sucked hard, and she moaned. He pulled back and slid forward, slowly stroking, feeling a new rush of wetness ease his way. He hooked his arm under her knee and pushed up, opening her further to him as he slid in all the way to the hilt.

She gasped. “Oh, God, Shades. You’re so deep.”

He kissed her. “I feel it too, baby. Lock your free leg around me.”

She did as he ordered, and he began to thrust in earnest, pounding into her until he was slick with sweat, and his breathing was sawing in and out of his lungs. One hand was planted in the bed, his muscles corded as he held himself above her, the other arm was locked around her leg, holding her wide open. He knew he was being rough. He knew she’d feel every slam of his hips into her thighs tomorrow, and he didn’t care. Nothing was going to slow him down or lessen his frantic movements. Even the throaty moans and whimpers she began to make didn’t stop him. If anything, they drove him on, faster and harder until she clenched around him, driving him over the edge of restraint, and he went rock solid, coming hard as his body jerked with the most powerful orgasm of his fucking life.

As he came down, he released her leg and heard her moan as she dropped it down to the mattress. He lay stretched on top of her, slick with sweat, panting with exertion. With his dick still buried deep inside her, he rose up to look down into her eyes and whispered, “Hello, love.”

She repeated it back with a look of awe. “Hello, love.”

Present day—

The memory drifting through his mind cleared, and Shades watched his Skylar walking toward him, the arm of one of his brothers around her.

The years had been good to her. She’d been eighteen when he’d seen her last. She must be what, twenty-eight, now?

She still wore her dark silky hair long, almost to her waist. Her slender body had always been on the athletic side, but her woman’s body had filled out, the curves more pronounced since he’d last seen her. She looked more womanly than the girlish eighteen year old he remembered. Well, what did he expect? It had been ten years, after all.

His eyes couldn’t help but run over those curves, before returning to her face. He’d forgotten how beautiful her blue eyes were, especially in combination with that gorgeous dark hair of hers.

Jesus Christ, he’d never thought she could get more beautiful, but she had.

She sure as fuck had.

CHAPTER THREE

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

Skylar looked at the man who had spoken. He was an older man with shoulder length gray hair, a beard and wire rimmed glasses that had always reminded her of Jerry Garcia. He came forward as they approached the group by the fire. The patch on his cut read President, just like it had ten years ago when Skylar had first visited the clubhouse.