“You going to pout all night? We could be getting it on instead of me watching you watch the news. I even packed my new nightie.” She bounced off the bed where she had been posing without success to get a rise out of the still peeved biker.

“Sex Piston was just joking. I never figured you’d be so fucking jealous-natured. You don’t see me all torn up because you looked at Lily.” She took off her sexy nightie, throwing it down on her suitcase before rummaging through the contents for her favorite shorts and tank top.

“I wasn’t looking at Lily like you were Shade. Why are you changing your clothes?”

“Because I was tired of waiting for you to notice that I was looking damn fine. You put me in a bad mood. I don’t want to fuck anymore.” She went to the side of the bed he was sitting on. “Roll over.”

“What if I want to fuck?”

“Then you should have thought of that before I changed my mind. You snooze, you lose. Roll over.”

Calder scooted over in the bed, giving her room to get in.

“I didn’t know there was a time limit.”

“What you didn’t count on”—she lay down, pushing the pillow under her head after giving it a hard whack—“was that I wouldn’t kiss your ass to make you feel better. Turn out the light.” She yawned. “I told Sex Piston I would have breakfast with them in the morning.”

“That’s another thing that hur—pissed me off. Why didn’t you include me when you mentioned having breakfast with Stud and his family?”

She gave a louder yawn. “She wants to eat at eight because Star and Harley wake up early. I had planned for you to be unable to move in the morning, much less drag your ass out of bed.”

The television was turned off, but the light wasn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

Crazy Bitch felt the bed dip as he slid closer to her, settling his chin on her shoulder.

“S’all right. Good night. Turn off the light.” She shrugged her shoulder out from under his chin.

“I mean it. I took the fun out of us finding the clue. Let me make it up to you.” He caressed his hand down her spine to cup her ass.

“I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“But I’m really, really sorry.” He kissed the curve of her shoulder that met her neck, sending goose bumps down her back.

“I even bought you a present when I bought my nightie.” She carefully poured more guilt on him. “I had planned for us to have a lot of fun with it.” She turned her head farther into her pillow to keep him from seeing her smug smile.

Men were such suckers. Give them what they want, and they don’t want it. Take it away, and they will beg for it. She had no intention of going to sleep without getting a little something, something.

“I really liked that nightie. Where’d you get it from?”

Her desire to play it cool hit a snag when he started massaging one of her ass cheeks through the soft material of her shorts.

“Shade’s sister Penni had a lingerie party when she came for a visit a couple of months ago.”

His hand stopped moving. “How did you buy me a present when you bought it two months ago?”

“I didn’t technically know it was you I was buying it for.”

“It can’t be called a present if you didn’t buy it for a particular person.”

Shit, he was getting angry again. Calder had more mood swings than a woman on PMS.

“Yes, it can, if it’s still brand-new and in the wrapper.”

“What is it?”

“Something you damn sure won’t be unwrapping tonight.” She jabbed him in the stomach to make him start massaging her ass again.

The soft laugh he gave as he used his chin to move her hair away from the nape of her neck had her thrusting her butt back toward him until she felt the rigid length of his cock nestled against her.

He curled his arm around her waist to cup her breast and push her back farther.

“I have a present for you, too, and I didn’t buy it two months ago.” He groaned, using his body weight to pin her down to the mattress until she was lying facedown.

She curled her fingers into the pillow. She wasn’t crazy about this position. In fact, she hated it. She hated not being in control and felt like she was being smothered.

“Get off!” It was everything not to scream at him. Luckily, he moved away immediately.

“What happened?” Calder sat up next to her, staring at her worriedly.

“I felt like I was being smothered.”

He frowned at her as she tried to gather control of her breathing. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No, it’s weird. I’ve never been able to enjoy that position. I don’t know why.”

“You didn’t have trouble when I laid on top of you when I fucked you last time.”

“Because I could see and know what you were going to do next.”

Calder fell back on top of the bed in a burst of laughter. “You’re a Dominant.”

“You’re crazy if you think that.”

“Don’t worry; it doesn’t bother me. As long as you don’t use a whip on me.” He playfully pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. Giving it a swipe of his tongue, he released it. “Or a paddle.” His mouth went to her other breast, sucking her other nipple into his mouth. Her hands went to the mattress above her shoulders.

“I… am… not… a… dominant.” She had trouble getting the words out of her thick throat. Her large breasts had always been as sensitive as her clit. That Calder was playing with them by tugging and nipping had her nearly ready to climax.

When he released her nipple to seek the curve of the one closest to him, she felt him bite into the plump flesh.

“You still want to go to sleep?”

“I’m reconsidering it.”

He laved the small indentions he had made in her skin. “I used to think about your tits every night when I was in prison.”

“That must have made for an uncomfortable night.”

“It was the only way I could get to sleep—thinking of you. Did you think about me when I was gone?”

She didn’t want to admit the truth, but she had heard the vulnerability in his voice.

“Yes.” She slid her fingers through his silky hair before sliding down to his neck. His powerful muscles were so thick she could trace each one with her fingertips.

“When Stud wrote to me that you had hooked up with Joker, I spent three days in solitary confinement. I was so jealous I picked a fight with the worst motherfuckers in my cell block.”

“Who won?”

“Who do you think won? There were three of them.”

“I think you did.” She moved her hands back to his hair, using it to tug his head back so she could kiss him. He opened his mouth, letting her sink her tongue inside and explore.

“Take off your shorts,” he demanded, twisting his mouth away.

Lifting her hips up, she took off her shorts, throwing them over her shoulder.

“I want to taste you.”

She bent her head, expecting him to kiss her mouth, and was surprised when he spanned his hands across her waist, lifting her up and raising her over him until her pussy was straddling his face. When she held on to the headboard, he lowered her to his waiting mouth.

The first feel of his tongue sliding between her damp cleft had her moaning. Engulfing tides of lust stormed her body.

She hadn’t fucked a man since Joker, too afraid of making another mistake like he had put her through.

Calder scraped his teeth over her clit, making her jump. He held her in place as he worked feverishly to build her desire that was already sending climaxing tingles through her body.

When he thrust his tongue inside, she lost it, giving in to the orgasm that had her giving a startled scream at its intensity.

She started to move off him, but again, the strength in his arms held her as he started rebuilding her passion, driving his tongue through her pussy as if he was searching for liquid gold that only he could find.

Racked with the aftermath of her orgasm, each movement sent her sensitized muscles quivering again until her thighs trembled as they grew tired of holding her poised over his ravaging mouth.

Calder didn’t just go down on a woman; the man went to town, not leaving any part of her neglected.

“When you come this time, I want you to say my name.”

“Huh?” Foggy-headed, she could barely remember her own name. Every twist and turn of his tongue had her breasts heaving while she tried to catch her breath.

“I want you to say my name when you come.” Each word was like a lash against her clit. The last one sent her into another climax that didn’t have her saying his name. She was screaming it to the wall her face was pasted against.

“Calder! Calder!”

She had every intention of sinking down to the bed when she came down, but Calder didn’t give her time. No sooner had her ass hit the mattress than he raised her until she was on her knees in front of him.

“You have a problem with this position?” he grunted, placing his cock at her entrance.

“Not as long as you don’t pin me down and you have a condom on that bad boy.”

“Fucking hell.”

Her shoulders shook when she felt him get off the bed to search for his jeans. Then she felt him get back on the bed after putting the condom on.

“Next week, I’m getting a fucking blood test.” He rubbed his cock against her pussy before driving forward into her. It had her shaking as the large head struggled to enter before sliding inside with a lunge of Calder’s hips.

“Just so you know, if I find you giving it to anyone but me, and that includes the sluts at the Blue Horsemen’s clubhouse, you’ll be going back to condoms forever, if I give it to you again at all, which I doubt. I gave Fat Louise hell for taking Cade back after he cheated. She’d never let me live it down.”

“Jesus, I’m trying to fuck you. Don’t warn me about cheating on you when I’m still inside you. It’s not like I’m going to fuck you then jump out of bed to go fuck another woman,” he complained, driving higher inside her.

“I’m just saying… Oh God, do that again!”

He was pumping his cock into her like a steamroller, surging through tissue that was still sensitive after two orgasms.

“This?” He brought his hands to her breasts, clasping them in a hard grip that held her steady as he fucked her with thrusts that had the large wooden bed rocking on the floorboards.

Jerky movements within her had her calling out his name again as she shoved her ass backward, wanting to catch the climax that was tantalizing within reach.

“Sweet, sweet Anna-Kate.”

It was the sound of her name on his lips that sent her tumbling down the winding path of desire he had driven her toward with every sigh, moan, and move of his body.

He finally allowed her to fall to the bed, falling to the side.

Rolling over, she stared up at the ceiling. How in the hell was a woman supposed to get over being fucked by a man like that?

“Damn.” She reached over and turned off the light.

“What’s wrong?” His hand went to her pussy possessively. “Did I leave you hanging?”

“No, you’re on my side of the bed and I’m too tired to move.”

He lifted her over him, switching sides with her. “Better?”

“Yeah, now let me go to sleep.”

She let him place an arm around her without pulling away.

He should go back to prison. Stealthily, he had crawled beneath her guard until she wasn’t sure she would be able to get him out again. Bit by bit, he was stealing another part of her heart. Each part was one she had sworn never to trust another man with.

Her survival instincts were telling her to run, not to allow herself to get closer, but she worried it was too late.

She wanted a husband and kids. She even wanted a fucking dog. She was going to have to risk her heart to get the prize she wanted, and Calder was a prize.

He wasn’t perfect, but he was sexy as fuck, made her laugh, and most importantly, he had made her come three times in one night. Men like that were few and far between—she should know. She’d had her share of needle dicks who thought their dicks were made of steel, only to see them wilting like a tulip when the time came for them to perform.

She liked a man who could get it up and keep it up. A man who gave her hope in mankind. Her last dud still rankled with her, but hopefully she had seen the last of Sam after her unexpected trip to his workplace.

Men hated to be embarrassed, and lowlifes like him hated to have their dirty laundry aired in public.

She would never forget when she was nine years old and her mother had loaded her into their car. She had explained how her current boyfriend hadn’t been home for two nights and they were out of groceries. Now that she was older, she realized what her mother had wanted was money for her drugs, but back then, she was just a kid and took everything her mother said at face value.

When they had showed up at her boyfriend’s work, he had quickly grabbed their arms and led them out of the loading dock and back outside. When her mother started yelling at him that she needed to feed her, he hastily took out his wallet and gave her several twenties without a word.

Of course, he broke up with her that night after he got off work, but her mother was too high to care, and neither did she. She hated the mean son of a bitch. He didn’t care that her mother wanted the money. What he cared about was that, when she had gone to the loading dock, she had done it with the shiny black bruise that covered half her face. He had only cared about how his coworkers had gazed at her sympathetically.

One thing she knew for sure was that Calder had never laid his hand on a woman. She had seen him with Candi, and if he had ever hit her, the whole club would have known. There had been a couple times she had wanted to deck her herself. However, Calder had shown his restraint where women were concerned. He hadn’t even badmouthed her when she had turned over state evidence to take a plea to get out of jail time, while Calder had done hard time for the drug buy that had landed him in jail.

The only reason Candi was still in prison now was because she had kidnapped Star.

Crazy Bitch was glad she was still in prison. She was far enough away from Calder that he wouldn’t be tempted to resume the way of life he had lived with her. Although, she was pretty sure Calder would remain clean. Still, he damn sure didn’t need her dangling a carrot in front of him, and Candi would.

“You asleep?”

“Yes,” she answered, drawn out of her thoughts by his whispered question.

“You want to order a pizza?”

“I’m sleeping.”

“Let’s order a pizza and watch a dirty movie,” he cajoled.

Crazy Bitch sat up in bed, reaching for the remote. She might be getting too old to enjoy all-nighters like she had when she was nineteen, but she wasn’t dead yet.