“Cade…”
“Don’t talk,” he said. “Not just yet.”
Pulling her close for a kiss, Dawn melted into his mouth, her heart burning under her breasts, as he smoothed his hands down her sides and pushed his fingers under her shirt. She moaned into his touch and pushed forward to bring their skin closer when the sound of the bikes roaring deeper and deeper into the distance forced her from his kiss, even as he kept her tight in his arms.
“I—”
“I said not yet.”
Kissing her again, Cade turned her to his bike and eased her body back to the leather. One hand stayed buried in her hair, as he played with the buttons of her shirt and brought her breasts into the night air. No chill—only the heat from his fingers playing around her flesh. Dawn moved to keep his hand close, even as she left his lips and looked into his eyes.
“I…I may need a moment, too,” Dawn murmured. “You really want to test me?”
He laughed at the joke, fighting to calm the rising passion poking through his jeans as he twisted to her side and simply took her hand.
“Keep the other one where I can see it,” he warned. Dawn curled her free fingers into a fist and playfully punched his shoulder before staring into the night sky.
“Can I speak now?” she asked.
“Make it quick,” Cade said. “I want to show you how impressed I am.”
“Impressed?” she asked. “You knew I could handle myself.”
“And it’s still fucking spectacular,” he said.
He laid a light kiss on her cheek, and Dawn curved closer to his mouth, as she kept her gaze on the moon and released a nearly contented sigh.
“So you like your ladies tough?” she teased.
“I like them like you,” he said.
He pressed his fingers under her chin, and her lids went low.
“And who is Reese?” she asked.
Cade’s hand fell, and she looked up to see him in the throes of a decision.
“Don’t… don’t back away from me now,” Dawn said. “I’ve already seen more than I imagined.”
“And I brought you to the dance.”
He kissed her again, softly, and Dawn almost came to rest in his arms, wanting nothing more than to be with him and never have to think about anything or anyone else. However, there was still a story to tell, and Michael would want answers when she made her way back to the Plough.
If she ever could.
“So…so spill,” Dawn said. “Who is Reese?”
Cade pushed away from his bike and took a few small steps from her side. She watched his back tense, as his shoulders lifted towards his ears. It had to be some secret, and she longed to know all of it when he whipped back around, peeling her body from the bike as he moaned into her neck.
“We should grab a drink first,” he said.
“Do we have time?” she asked. “George said that—”
“Pay that fucking clown no mind,” Cade said. “The man lives to stir the shit.”
And that’s what she was afraid of. Yet, Dawn relented, as they moved back to the abandoned Pub.
Dawn settled on a stray barstool, as Cade tapped the keg and pushed a frothy mug to her hands before helping himself. He downed his drink with one swallow and went for another, as Dawn sipped and waited.
“Georgie…he likes to think that he has some kind of power,” Cade started. “Been with the crew for a long time. Since Harold’s time.”
Dawn searched her mind for the notes still buried in her desk drawer.
“Harold…you mean Whitaker?”
He shot up straighter, his hand curling around the mug’s handle, as a hint of suspicion filled his eyes.
“Hey, you know my deal,” she said. “Told you I’m just after the facts.”
“And I said I believed you,” Cade said.
“Don’t you?” Dawn asked.
Polishing off his second drink, Cade wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve and tapped his fingers to the bar, as he tilted his head towards his chest, a light stream of warm air leaving his lips as it swirled into her eyes.
“For some reason…yeah…I do, Dawn.”
Cade touched his finger to her wrist. Her skin buzzed, and she wished that they had stayed with his bike, mounting it in a new way, when his hand fell away, and he cleared his throat.
“Harold Whitaker,” he said. “Founded this chapter. Decent guy. There are honest men in this racket you know.”
“I do,” she said. “Got one right here in front of me.”
Growing bold, Dawn lifted away from the barstool, her lips just dotting his golden hair, as she stroked his cheek and lowered her eyes to the suddenly straight line of his mouth.
“I’m not always like this,” he warned her. “I can be mean.”
“And I’ve seen that, too,” she reminded him. “But the good outweighs the bad.”
“Nice of you to say that. But then you’re all about spinning stories, right?”
“Non-fiction,” she said. “I write about the things I see in front of me.”
Cade pushed his empty mug aside, as he hoisted her body to the smooth surface. Holding her down, he stripped off her shirt, cupping her breasts in his hands, and climbed on top of her.
“So just the facts, ma’am?” he asked. “That’s your schtick?”
“All you have to do is tell me the rest of the story.”
“When I’m ready,” he said.
Crushing his lips into hers, Cade brought her closer to his body, his kiss trailing down her neck, as he pulled her jeans away and pressed his hot hand between her waiting legs. A tremulous sigh hit the air, as she forgot her job, forgot her name, took him into her arms, and arched up to meet his pulsing cock.
“You…you feel ready,” she said, stroking him, as her lips lifted into a smile.
“You want to show me what you can do down there?” he said on the back of a whisper.
Dawn took hold of his cock, her body brimming at the feel of his lust nearly ready to drip between her fingers when she paused in her pursuit and narrowed her eyes.
“Why…shouldn’t you be running to cut George off at the pass?” she asked.
“Reese won’t buy what he’s selling,” Cade promised her. “Neither did his dad.”
He started to kiss her again when realization suddenly slammed into her brain. Harold Whitaker. Club president felled before his time. And rumor had it that…
“Wait!” she insisted, as she clung to his neck and struggled to catch her breath. “Reese…Reese is the—”
“Heir apparent,” Cade said. “At least one of…he’s ready to come into his own. And I’m helping him to clear the way. Step one. After that—”
“Then, why are we wasting time with me?” she asked.
“Waste? You’re far from that, Dawn.”
He kissed her hard and pushed her back to the bar. Even as her mind longed to simply soak in his compliment and know the sweet press of his cock, she still kept her head on her shoulders. Holding him close, she pushed the few fallen strands of gold away from his sapphire eyes.
“And you’re so sure that Reese will just accept your word as Gospel?” she asked. “You’re already running late.”
“Then stop stalling and let’s get down to it.”
His tongued darted between her lips, and Dawn fell back to the bar, as he eased his fingers into her cunt. Moaning at the feel of him there, Dawn twirled around his touch. Her eyes fluttered wildly as he intensified his pursuit, and she let loose a scream from the base of her soul.
“I didn’t expect that,” he said. “Didn’t expect you.”
“That’s fiction,” Dawn said. “You wanted this from the moment you sought me out.”
“Then write it down when I’m done.”
Cade’s hand fell away, and before she could beg for more, he planted his cock, starting to satiate her want. Dawn’s body shuddered at his impact, but she did not back away as he drove deeper, his hands back at her sides as he reached for her ass, kneading her soft flesh, as he stared into her eyes.
“And tell the truth, Dawn.”
Her words caught in the back of her throat, as he released inside her. Dawn moaned against the bar, her body content in the captivity of his arms when he crashed into her and fondled her face.
“Dawn…”
The fire in her pussy gave way to a sweet drowsiness. Wanting to drift away and dream of his cock over and over again, she returned his kiss and blinked hard as he eased her to the edge of the bar and fell away from her, his body still glistening as he ran his fingers up and down her bare arms.
“You want to know my truth?” he asked.
“What is it?”
“That I can’t get enough of you. Every which way.”
Dawn smiled, as he kissed his way down her contented body, settling his brow at her waist as he sighed heavily into her skin.
“So I’ll…I’ll explain you to Reese,” he whispered. “Just…just promise me that you’ll watch your—”
Cade’s speech stalled. He strained for her lips again, and she returned his kiss as she cradled his chin in her hands and slowly nodded her head.
“I promise,” she whispered. “No one has to know who I really am. And I…I swear that this is not about taking anything away from you.”
“Anything?” he asked, as he started to pull his clothes back to his body. Her eyes mourned the loss of his tight flesh, but she nodded as she started to follow his lead and cover up. “Stop.” Cade arrested her movements, his fingers curling around her wrists, as he knelt before her, his lips at her fingers as he suckled her flesh. “Anything includes you,” he murmured.
“Me?” she asked. “Cade, I—”
“And I’m not about to let anyone down,” he said, stretching to his feet as he kissed her cheeks and took her into his arms.
“Reese… Reese is waiting for the word,” he said. “Panthers are back. But they showed their hand too soon. We’ll be ready for them.”
He patted her cheek, falling to a lonely chair, as he ran his hands across his face and sighed through his splayed fingers.
“Now you can get dressed,” he said. “And I want to watch.”
Dawn pushed into her jeans, twirling her flannel around her hands as she lingered in his eyes and kept her breasts bare.
“So is it all about revenge?” she asked.
“Revenge?”
“Did the Panthers kill Harold Whitaker?”
Cade laughed darkly, as he shook his head.
“Natural causes,” Cade said. “When it came to the end.”
“What do you mean?”
“But nothing natural about what they did to his family,” Cade said. “Some said his response made him look weak.”
“And what was that?” Dawn asked, as she finally buttoned her shirt and winded her arms around his neck.
“Man’s daughter went missing,” Cade continued. “Only way to get her back was to let Plainfield go.”
Nothing about a Whitaker daughter in her notes. But then, the son was also a mystery until this moment.
“So that’s why the Alphas took off.”
“Long and short,” Cade said, as he led her away from the Pub, holding her close as he brought her back to his bike. “But now Reese is going to take it all back. Claim his birthright.”
Together they mounted his bike, and he reached for the handlebars, as Dawn turned to face him and touched his cheek.
“How did Harold Whitaker die?” she asked.
“Big C, okay,” he said. “Now Reese makes his move.”
“And his sister?” she asked.
Cade pushed his pedal and revved up his motor, as he tilted his head to the side.
“You really want a story?” he asked.
Dawn nodded her head, and he leaned into her arms.
“Then let’s make tracks.”