Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

“Ummm,” he groaned. Then he sat up, grabbed her legs, yanked her around on top of him and clamped his mouth on her inner thigh, giving her one right back.

“Hey, no fair. You already gave me one.”

“Then you better find a better use for that mouth of yours,” he warned with a brow raised and a smile.

So she did.

****

Several hours later, the midmorning sun had risen in the sky, its heat having burned off any lingering morning mist.

Skylar could feel the warmth of the sun coming in through the window, heating her skin. It was such a delicious feeling, she didn’t want to open her eyes. Apparently, neither did Shades, as he hadn’t moved an inch from where he’d collapsed after their last bout of amazing morning sex.

She smiled, recalling it.

The distant rumble of a set of motorcycle pipes broke through her quiet meditations. She tilted her head up, the crown of her head burying into the pillow as she looked out the window behind the bed. She paused and listened.

Yep. A motorcycle. Coming this way.

“Fuck. Not again,” she heard Shades growl into the pillow. He was flat on his stomach again, his face in the pillow, facing away from her.

She laughed. “You realize the only place this doesn’t happen is at my place.”

“Yeah, babe, cause they don’t know where you live yet. Give it time. It’ll happen.”

“Oh, no, it won’t. I’m never telling them where I live. Besides, the entrance is gated.”

“Did that stop me?”

“No. I guess not. Damn.”

The motorcycle sound got closer, and she went up on an elbow, twisting to peer out the window to the drive below and the gravel road beyond.

“Just one bike,” she announced.

“Yeah, babe. I know. That was obvious by the sound of only one set of pipes.”

“Oh.”

“I’m guessing it’s Ghost.”

“Yep,” she confirmed as the bike pulled right up to the cabin, and she got a good look at the rider. When Shades just continued to lay there, she asked, “Does he do this often?”

“No, not really. Not this early.”

“Does that mean there’s trouble?”

He rolled over and looked at her, chuckling. “Yeah, and I’m lookin’ at it. You’re the only trouble around here, baby.”

She wacked him with her pillow.

He grabbed it out of her hands, threw it on the floor, hooked his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. One kiss turned into two, then three, until she finally pushed against his chest and rose up to look down at him.

“Go greet your guest.”

“You gonna wait for me naked in my bed till I run him off and come back up here?”

“Yeah, that worked out so well the last time.”