Page 71 of Sinner's Steel
All Zane’s blood rushed to his groin and his cock hardened in an instant. Too much. It had been too long. Jagger had been careful this time, taking care not to hit his face too much so Evie wouldn’t get alarmed. He’d also avoided Zane’s kidneys and his groin, for which Zane was particularly grateful, especially now when he wanted her so damn bad he was seconds away from taking her on the grass.
“You show me what’s under your shirt and if you hit the target on two out of three tries, I’ll show you what’s under mine,” he countered.
Evie twisted her lips to the side, considering, and then she lifted the gun. “Done. Bill spent a long time showing me how to shoot in case there was trouble at the shop.” She edged the gun up, fired, and completely missed the target.
“Not that I like to speak ill of the dead,” Zane said, “but if that’s what he taught you, I’m glad you never had trouble at the shop. You woulda shot out a coupla nice bikes, maybe a window, but no bad guys.”
Evie looked back over shoulder. “And here I thought you were the bad guy.”
Oh he was bad, all right. The things he wanted to do to her right now were illegal in several states, maybe a few countries, too.
Zane growled deep in his throat. “Don’t tease a man with a weapon.”
“I can’t help it when his weapon is so big.” She wiggled her ass against him and grinned. Playful Evie. Fuck. He loved making her smile as much as he loved making her wet.
“Behave.”
“I want to see you shoot with the big gun.” She turned and patted the holster under his cut, her hand sliding down to his belt.
Too late he realized the danger. Evie yanked up his shirt and gasped.
“Oh. My. God. What happened to you?”
“Got in a fight.”
“A fight?” She shoved his shirt higher, walked around his back. “Oh, baby. You’re hurt so bad.”
This was good. Her compassion had overridden her curiosity.
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.
“Not hurt everywhere, sweetheart.” He turned quickly, bent down and nipped the exposed skin at the base of her neck. Christ, he loved to mark her, to see those bruises on her neck and know she belonged to him, to keep the predators at bay.
Evie shuddered as he licked the tiny wound. “Here?”
“Upstairs. You still have to make good your deal and I can promise it will make me feel a whole lot better.”
He led her around the side of the clubhouse and up the front steps. Shaggy was on guard duty and waved them inside.
“Hey Zane. Nice to see you up and about. Jagger worked you over pretty good the other night. I thought you’d be laid up for at least a week. But four days! You’re one tough bastard.”
Evie froze on the step beside him. “Jagger did this to you?”
“Biker business.” Zane put his arm on her lower back and steered her inside. “I’ll explain what I can upstairs.”
“Upstairs where you’ve been suffering for four days and no one called me?” Her voice rose in pitch. “I was only a ten-minute drive away. I could have looked after you.” Eyes flashing, she spun out of his grasp.
“Jagger!” She shouted his name and stormed into the living room.
“Shit. Did I say something wrong?” Shaggy came up beside him, stroking his thick gray beard. “I thought everyone knew. Isn’t that the point?”
“Yeah. But it wasn’t a lesson Evie needed to learn.”
He knew the exact moment Evie spotted Jagger talking to Gunner and Arianne in the vast room the MC used for church, the monthly mandatory meetings for all full-patch brothers. Save for a few couches and chairs, a long table where the board sat, and a computer table where Dax recorded minutes, the room was bare. No pictures on the walls, no curtains on the windows. Nothing to distract the brothers during the meetings.
Her feet thudded on the wooden floor, her hair fanning out behind her. She was glorious in her anger and he was glad for the small mercy Jagger hadn’t been in the living room because what was about to go down wasn’t something a small boy like Ty should see.
“Jagger!”
