Page 53 of Beyond the Cut
He entered her with one hard thrust, his hands around her thighs, holding her in place. Dawn arched against him, rocked into his rhythm, her hands clenched tight on the lip of the desk.
“God, you feel so good.”
The desk squeaked across the floor as he hammered into her. When he felt the little quivers in her sex that told him she was close, he traced his thumb over her clit, spreading her moisture up and around until her legs tightened around him and her heels dug into his freshly dressed wound. Pleasure-pain suffused his body and he felt a familiar pressure at the base of his spine.
The doorknob rattled and Cade froze. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Not again. Someone’s gonna die.”
“Hey you two,” Tank yelled. “Come outta there and join the party, or else we’re coming in.”
Cade heard laughter and the sound of voices. His cock throbbed so painfully his eyes watered. “Fuck off.”
“Maybe we should…”
He thrust deep and Dawn’s back arched. “Oh God. So close. Make them go away.”
“Pleasure.” Cade reached across the desk for his gun. Sex with his old lady was serious business. Not to be disturbed. Especially when he was so damn close he had to grit his teeth against the pain.
“No. I didn’t mean—”
He fired at the door, aiming his shots at the ceiling. A woman screamed. The brothers gathered outside the door roared with laughter.
“Catch you at a bad time, brother?” Sparky shouted. “We need to know if you’re fighting at the next fight.”
“This is worse than a civilian wedding,” Dawn muttered. “Although we’re supposed to be in a fancy hotel room when we’re hazed.”
Cade placed the gun on the table beside her. “My woman doesn’t get interrupted when she’s about to come.”
“That’s sweet, in a terrifying-ruthless-biker-I’ll-be-totally-humiliated-when-we-walk-out of-here kinda way.”
“Fucking me is not humiliating. Most of the girls out there would die to take your place.”
Dawn glanced from side to side, taking in the dingy room, and then laughed. “First of all, I am reassured that you do not suffer from a lack of self-confidence. Second, how about you get on with the program? Since they all now know what we’re up to, we might as well enjoy it so I can lord it over all those girls who are dying to take my place. And third, if you do any more shooting, someone probably will die.”
He wasn’t sure if she was joking, but he would be damn proud if she wanted to share just how hard he made her come. After all, he might have an old lady, but he still had a rep to protect.
“C’mon, old man. Keep up.”
With a growl, he pulled out and slid deep inside her. He slicked her juices up and around her clit until her hips bucked against him and her cheeks flushed. His balls tightened, lifted, and he pressed hard on her clit. “That’s it, babe. Come with me.”
Dawn threw an arm over her mouth and climaxed, muffling her scream as her pussy clamped around him. Cade hammered into her until his body stiffened. He gripped her hard and climaxed in long hot heated jerks, listening to his old lady moan with pleasure.
“Not bad for an old man,” she murmured.
He collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his arms. “I aim to please.”
Dawn tunneled her hand through his hair. “So you liked my present?”
“Best present I ever got.” He nuzzled her neck. “But I like what’s inside the present better.”
“We should get back to the party or your brothers are going to break down the door. What fight were they talking about?”
“We hold fights on the last Saturday of every month at the clubhouse with our key support clubs. Mandatory attendance. Get a fire going, barbecue, coupla cold ones, old ladies and sweet butts…”
“I usually work on Saturdays.”
He wanted her there. He wanted her to watch him fight. His woman should see his strength and rest assured he could defeat anyone who challenged him. Or threatened her. “Take if off.”
She gave him a tight smile. “I need the money so I can see the girls.”
