Page 51 of Beyond the Cut
“Well, then let me go get Doc Hegel. He’s on call tonight so he hasn’t had anything to drink.”
“Fine. I’ll give you this one ’cause I want that present and I want it soon.”
She found Doc Hegel by the bar. A solidly built redhead with a small goatee and a big stomach, he helped club members with injuries that would ordinarily draw police attention at a hospital, and in return he had been granted nomad status at the club. No voting rights, but he was allowed to ride and participate in most club functions, save for church meetings.
“What he did to your tat is unforgivable,” Hegel said as he tended to Cade’s back. “And because of the infection, you’ll have scars. It will never be the same.”
“I know.” Cade looked up to where Dawn perched on the desk. She saw more than anger in the depths of his eyes. Pain. Confusion. Betrayal. She understood why the Sinners hadn’t avenged Cade right away, but it had clearly affected him deeply.
Hegel gave Cade a shot of antibiotic, and instructions about caring for and dressing the wound, and then Dawn walked him to the door.
“Do you think he knows how bad it is?” he said quietly.
Dawn looked back over her shoulder. “They defiled it the second they touched it. Doesn’t get worse than that.”
“Are you going to be okay?” Dawn asked after Doc Hegel left to rejoin the party.
“Yeah. A few cuts aren’t gonna slow me down.”
“Even if they’re here?” She placed her hand over his heart. Cade jerked back and her hand fell. What had she been thinking? After Doc Hegel’s treatment he was probably hurting. “Sorry.”
Cade clasped her hand and brought it back to his chest. “I like your hands on me. It was just what you said… like you knew what I was feeling.”
Heat sparked between them and she wondered if he knew whatshewas feeling. She liked her hands on Cade. Maybe too much. She liked everything about him, from his loyalty to his possessiveness, from his gentleness to his ferocity. And he was right about Jimmy. She couldn’t take him on alone when he came part and parcel with the Devil’s Brethren. Would it really be so bad to accept the Sinners’ help?
And afterward? What would happen when they both had their justice? Already, she couldn’t imagine not having him around, feeling his arms around her, watching him laugh with her girls, lying with him in bed at night knowing she was totally and utterly safe.
A dangerous place to be for a woman who had sworn off bikers for life.
Standing in his arms right now was also a dangerous place to be. Especially with the weapon straining against his fly. She had plans for that weapon and they involved the white lace corset, garters, and panties she’d bought for the occasion.
Time to focus on now, and worry about the future later.
Weapons shouldn’t be wasted.
THIRTEEN
I will do without question what has to be done for honor, for loyalty, and for my brothers.
SINNER’S TRIBE CREED
He couldn’t stop himself. Even though his back burned, it was nothing compared with the pain of keeping his desire at bay. He had to have her. And it had to be now.
“You made me a promise. Now I intend to collect.” His arms snaked around her and he crushed her to his chest, trapping her hand between them. He could hold her forever. A balm for his soul.
“Here? Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere… private?” Her head tipped back and he leaned down and kissed her. Soft lips. Sweet kiss. She tasted of the bourbon she’d sipped from his glass, smooth and rich, and he licked the stickiness from her lips. Dawn melted against him and his cock throbbed, pressed against his fly, blindingly painful, as if he’d been wanting her forever.
Maybe he had.
“Can’t wait. I’ll do you here, then I’ll take you home and fuck you there, too.”
“Does this mean you aren’t angry at me anymore for twisting your arm to see Doc Hegel?” She reached up with her free hand, tangling her fingers through his hair, pulling him down. Her soft moan cranked him higher and he thrust his tongue in her mouth and devoured her, leaving no inch untouched.
“I could never be angry with you, although you seem to have picked up the old lady attitude pretty damn fast.”
“Good to hear.” She dragged his hand up her thigh, pulling up her dress until the tops of her stockings were visible, complete with their little elastics. “Because I bought this for you.”
“White lace.” Cade breathed out his appreciation. “I would have picked white for you if I bought it myself. So beautiful against your skin. Like an angel.”
