Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

Skylar lie awake in Shades big king size bed. The window was open and she could hear the early morning sounds coming through it. A bird call echoing across the water. The quiet trolling motor of an early rising fisherman setting out at dawn.

She sat up and looked out the wall of windows that faced the lake. In the early morning mist, with just the pale gray light of dawn before sunrise, she could see the small boat moving slowly across the glass-like stillness of the water, broken only by the small trail of ripples left in the boat’s wake.

She felt a strong arm lock around her waist as Shades pulled her back down to her back. He was on his stomach, facing away from her, the sheet riding low on his ass. His head turned on the pillow, and he cracked one eye to look at her.

“Goin’ somewhere?”

She smiled, twisting in the bed to her side facing him and ran her palm lightly over the smooth bronze skin of his back, her eyes moving over him, following the track of her hand.

“Just looking at the water,” she replied lazily and watched his eyes slide closed again.

“It still there?” he asked, his sleepy voice muffled by the pillow, and she saw a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth.

She grinned. “Yeah, it’s still there.”

“Funny how that works.”

Her fingers trailed up his spine to his neck and over to his ear to toy with the curls there.

“My baby want to play?” he asked in a deep, growly voice, his eyes still closed.

“Maybe.” She leaned down to press a line of kisses down his temple, his cheekbone, his jaw, his neck.

“Mmm. Feels good,” he murmured with a moan. “Keep goin’.”

She kept going, trailing soft brushes of her mouth across his shoulder to between his shoulder blades and then her mouth began a descent down his spine, one slow soft kiss at a time. She didn’t miss a vertebrae.

“You get low enough I’m gonna roll over,” he warned.

She rose up and smiled down at him, her hand running over his ass, pushing the sheet down with it. “Sounds like a workable plan.”

Her palm stroked over his firm buttocks, her eyes taking it in. He had the best looking ass she’d ever seen.

“You likin’ what you see, pretty girl?”

“You have a beautiful backside.”

He rolled over with a grin. “And how do you like the flip side?”

She grinned back, her hand stroking over him. “Impressive.”

“Damn straight,” he insisted, his brows raised and his teeth flashing.

Her mouth came down on his nipple, and she drew hard on it. His hand fisted in her hair, and his dick bobbed in reaction. “Babe.”

She trailed a line of kisses down his abs, pausing to dip in his bellybutton with her tongue and then lower, following the sexy trail of hair down, down. She kissed his erection from root to tip. She pushed his hands down on the bed, and he fisted them in the sheets.

“You gonna tease and torment me, babe?”

She grinned up at him. “Maybe I’ll give you a hickey?” she teased with a wink.

“Ouch.” He grinned.

“Payback’s a bitch, honey.”

“Baby, have mercy.”

Her mouth moved to his inner thigh and she clamped down, sucking hard.