Zach (Hell's Handlers MC 1)

“An evil motherfucker. Beat the fuck out of one of our prospects and had a couple guys snatch Mav. We have no clue where he is.” Zach choked on what sounded like a sob. “It’s my job to protect the club and my brothers from outside threats. I fucking failed Mav.”

“No.” She tugged on his head until he lifted it and met her gaze. “No, baby, you did not fail him.” Shit. Why did she call him that? His vulnerability was going to be her greatest downfall. “I’m guessing you spent the entire day working your ass off trying to find him?”

He nodded.

“That right there proves you didn’t fail him. We may not have known each other long, but I know you well enough to know you’ll do everything in your power to find him and bring him home. And you will find him. I have complete faith in you.”

“But what will they do to him before I get there?”

The anguish in his voice nearly knocked her to her knees. If she could take it away, bandage it as she’d done his hands, she would in a heartbeat. A man as powerful and strong as Zach should never feel such anguish. But this was an internal wound, so there was nothing she could do.

Except…

As his gaze bore into hers, the temperature in the bathroom seemed to rise and the air thickened. He flexed his fingers against the backs of her thighs and she whimpered. Those hands would be her undoing. Strong, rough, capable; they could bring both pleasure and pain in equal measures.

“Zach,” she whispered as he nuzzled the side of her cloth covered breast with his nose. “This is a b-bad idea.”

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the valley between her breasts. The wet warmth of his mouth had her imagining how amazing it would feel just a couple of inches to the left. Or right.

She needed to stop him. Fist his hair harder and pull his mouth off her.

“Probably,” he whispered, sliding one hand up to the back of her neck. “But I don’t give a fuck.” He applied pressure until she bent her head forward. Their mouths were a mere breath apart when he whispered, “I need you tonight, Toni.”

I need you tonight.

Had there ever been a woman alive able to resist that plea? Need implied so much more than want. It told her that she was vital to him. That he couldn’t make it through the night without her.

And so, as she stared into the depths of his ocean blue eyes, she had a choice to make. Take the safe road she’d been traveling on for years or jump into the abyss that promised pleasure but also had the ability to crush her into dust.

She inhaled, ignored the warning voice in her head, and…jumped.

Chapter Sixteen

“Fucking finally,” Zach whispered, seconds before Toni’s mouth met his. He wasn’t kidding when he said he needed her. Needed to lose himself in something good to erase the filth of the day.

Maybe it was wrong to use her for his selfish needs, but he’d been dreaming about the feel and taste of her pussy for weeks. And she was finally offering herself up on a silver platter. No matter the fallout, he wasn’t stupid enough to turn her away.

He dove right into the kiss, stroking his tongue into her mouth and giving her his best. She moaned and swayed so he yanked her down into his right leg. With her hand still gripping his hair, she shifted around as best as possible and awkwardly straddled him. When her sex landed against his iron-hard cock, they both groaned.

Even through her shorts, she was so hot she nearly burned him. He hooked an arm around her lower back and held her snug against him as he ground his erection into her. In response, she deepened the kiss and tightened her hold on his hair to the point of painful.

He knew it. She would be wild and wanton in bed. Maybe not at first. He might need to lure it out of her, but an uninhibited sexual woman was there just waiting to burst free. And he was more than man enough to turn her into a sex junkie. His sex junkie.

“More, baby?” he asked. If she said no now, he’d be in for a hell of a shitty night. And that was the last thing he wanted following the shitty day. No, he wanted to forget for a few hours. Until the morning when he had to descend right back into hell.

“More, yes. Everything,” she said, flexing her hips over his length.

That was all he needed to hear. Zach stood, chuckling when Toni yelped and wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging for dear life. Like he would ever let her fall.

“I got you, baby,” he said as he backed her against the wall. He kissed her again, until the need for more of her grew painful. If he didn’t free his erection in the next ten seconds he’d be in danger of permanent damage. Though he hated to, he pulled his mouth away. “Slide down.”