Page 51 of Shadow's Surrender
“That’s fair. My club is the Insurgents and we’re a brotherhood, which means that we’re not just a riding club—it’s our way of life. I mean, we don’t just put on leather and ride our bikes as a hobby.” He rubbed his hand over his chin. “The brotherhood is us and we are the brotherhood.”
“So, you’re more involved with your club than the average biker?”
“I guess I’m not explaining this right. For me and the other members, we take the club, our loyalty to it and each other, and our bond to a life-and-death level. We step in front of a bullet for each other. There’s a closeness among us that you don’t even see in most families. We’re united through the ride, the middle finger at society, and the respect we hold for our brothers. Being an Insurgent is a culture and a way of life. The freedom and excitement of that life are kickass.”
His eyes sparkled as he spoke and she wanted to lean over and kiss him while running her hands through his thick black hair.
Shadow laughed. “Being an outlaw biker is not for the cowardly or the weak. It’s hard for citizens to reallyget it, you know?” He brushed his knuckles over hand.
“Is that what I am? A citizen?”
“Yeah.”
“Are the wives and girlfriends citizens too?”
“No—they’re old ladies.”
A lock of hair fell across his forehead, giving him an almost boyish look. She reached out and brushed it aside and didn’t stop as she ran her hand through his hair, loving how soft it was—like silk beneath her fingertips.
“Do they like being called that?” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he replied thickly, his heated gaze holding hers.
“Shadow,” she whispered.
He moved closer to her then dipped his head down and covered her mouth with his. Scarlett stretched out her legs and let him gently push her all the way down on the blanket. She circled her arms around his neck and tugged him closer to her. His hands teased over her body, and hers slid under his shirt, skimming over his firm muscles. Scarlett felt the surge of wild passion only Shadow could stir in her.
She traced her fingers over his corded back as he pulled up the hem of her sundress. Arching her back, Shadow slipped the dress up and over Scarlett’s head and hovered above her, capturing her eyes with his smoldering gray ones.
“Scarlett,” he rasped before pressing his mouth on hers and kissing her passionately. Without breaking away, he had her cotton bra with the tiny daisies off in one fluid movement.
Cupping her breast in his hand, he pinched her nipple between two fingers even as his index finger stroked back and forth against the hard tip. Bolts of heat streaked through her, and she pressed against him.
“I missed you so much,” he growled and leaned over her, his desire-filled eyes piercing into hers.
“Oh, Shadow. I almost died without your touch,” she whispered close to his ear as she parted her legs.
His hand slid down and cupped her sex. “Fuckin’ soaked, baby. I like that.”
Her hips jerked and she cried out when he slid her panties down her legs then tossed them aside. Scarlett was completely naked and exposed, and she didn’t give one crap if anyone was watching them, all she wanted was Shadow inside her. Now.
The sound of him unbuckling his belt and then unzipping his jeans was music to her ears, and she giggled and flushed from the anticipation of having him buried deep inside her. There was no doubt about it: Shadow was her drug, and like an addict, she always needed another fix.
“I want you right now,” she said.
“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you say that.” He kicked off his boots then pulled down his jeans and boxers until he stood naked in front of her.
Scarlett’s eyes took all of him in, and she reached out and pulled him down to her. He chuckled at that. “Do you like what you see, baby?” His tongue slowly swiped across her lips.
“Oh yeah. You’re just perfect,” she whispered, tugging him closer before kissing him.
Shadow pulled up, knelt between her legs and spread them. Scarlett watched as he looked down at his hard dick while easing it into her. Then he grunted and pushed in hard, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved with him. Wild. Hard. And so very deep. She met his thrusts, scratched his back, screamed out while thrashing about. To be with Shadow and not have anyone around to hear them, unleashed a frenzied desire that Scarlett had kept cooped up inside her for far too long.
“Damn, baby, I love what you’re giving me,” he groaned as he kept pummeling in and out.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!” she yelled.
“No fuckin’ way, baby,” he grunted.
