CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) (36 page)

She wanted their night together to be special. There was only one place
that would be perfect. That huge poster bed of his. The place she’d imagined
them together in since the first night she’d crawled into it. It had to be
there. She shook her head, the movement almost imperceptible.

Crash’s
nod in return was almost as subtle. “I know,” he whispered. The keys went
sailing through the air back to Cole. “Think we’ll pass on the room, brother.
But thanks for the offer.”

Cole
grinned, his look moving between them. “You sure?”

“Positive,”
Crash replied as he smiled down at Shannon. He pulled her hands from around his
waist, lifting them to press a soft kiss on the knuckles of both. “Be right
back, Princess.”

Shannon
watched him move off to shower and change. When he was gone she turned back to
Angel, who was smiling from ear-to-ear and an equally smirking Cole.

“What?”
she asked, playing dumb.

Cole
pulled her close, his hand on the back of her head, his mouth at her ear. “You
treat my boy right now, you hear?”

When
he pulled back, and she saw the teasing look on his face, she rolled her eyes,
embarrassed and teased back with a promised, “I’ll give it my best shot.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY

Crash
pulled the bike into the garage, and Shannon climbed off. Excitement rippled
through her. And if she was being honest, a little nervousness, too. She wasn’t
sure if she would ever live up to Crash’s expectations.

They
entered the elevator. Crash shut the metal accordion gate, threw the lever, and
they began moving. He stood there, leaning back against the metal bars. Their eyes
connected, and a split second later he was across the three feet that divided
them lifting her up and slamming her back against the wall. The elevator shook
with his action. Her legs wrapped around him as his mouth devoured hers.

His strong arms held her as his mouth worked down the side of her neck,
and pleasure danced along her skin like an electrical charge. She shuddered
from the heat of his mouth. She couldn’t believe they were actually going to do
this. Tonight there’d be no more stopping. She was actually going to have sex
with the hottest bad boy she’d ever met. No, not boy. Man. He was all man, make
no mistake about that. With a man’s desires and a man’s hunger.

The elevator came to a shaky halt on the upper level. Shannon moaned as
Crash let her down, his hands going to the bars above and to the side of her
head. His arms spread high and wide, caging her in. Her breathing accelerated
as she saw the heat in his eyes. He leaned into her and brushed her lips softly.
Pulling back, he whispered, “Feels like I’ve waited for this night forever.”

Shannon looked up at him, wondering why he was waiting. The hunger was
written plainly in his eyes. It was a powerful lure, to be wanted that way. She
hadn’t been this aroused in a long time. He must have seen the anticipation
shudder through her, for his eyes moved over her face as he muttered, “You
have, too.”

A statement, not a question. But she answered it anyway. “Yes.”

“I’m tryin’ to slow down here. Don’t want to rush this. I want to make
this good for you, Shannon.”

“You will.”

He smiled at the faith she had in him. “I want you to tell me if I do
anything you don’t want. You just say the word, Princess, and I’ll back off.
Understand?”

She nodded.

“I can do you fast. I can do you slow. I can do you rough. I can do you
sweet. Whatever you want. Whatever you need.”

“Yes,” she bit out breathlessly.

His lungs expanded with his indrawn breath. “Yes to which?”

“All of them.”

She watched the grin spread slowly across his face. “Oh, darlin’, this
is gonna be one hell of a night.”

Ducking under his arm, Shannon pulled the elevator door open and stepped
out. His arms still on the bars, Crash twisted his head, his eyes tracking her.
She paused by the wall, flipping the switch, and a couple of dim lights came
on. Turning to him, she began walking backwards as his arms dropped, and he
followed, moving toward her like a predator. She shivered, unable to take her
eyes off him as he advanced on her, stalking her across the room. As she
watched, he pulled his cut off, tossing it toward the green felt of the pool
table. Next came his tee shirt. He yanked it over his head, dropping it to the
floor.

She kept moving backwards.

“Your turn.” He nodded toward her tank. “Take it off.”

He stopped advancing, and she stopped retreating. When
she hesitated, her chest rising and falling, he whispered, “
Not a good idea to keep a starved
man waiting, Princess.”

She watched his gaze drop as she slid her hands under
the hem of the draping silver sequined tank, the fabric gathering as she lifted
it, obeying his command. She watched his eyes track every movement, taking in
every inch of skin revealed to him as she
slowly
dragged it up and over her head.

She let it fall, dropping softly to the floor and met
his gaze, suddenly nervous. His eyes dropped to take in the pretty bra
revealed. Deep purple lace with a little bow.

He came toward her, stopping just a foot away from
her. “You’re so damn pretty, Shannon,” he told her quietly. His eyes held the
conviction his voice revealed.

She lifted her hand and touched him hesitantly,
running her palm down his chest, over his rock-hard abs and perfect six-pack.
His head dipped as his eyes followed the movement of her hand, watching her
fingertips trail over his skin. He blinked slowly, and his eyes lifted to hers,
his head still bent low.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he warned, a
split-second before
his hands slid to her waist, the heat of his touch burning through her
skin, and he began walking her backwards. She assumed toward the bedroom until
he changed direction suddenly and backed her up against the wall between the
kitchen and bathroom. She gasped as her skin came in contact with the smooth
cool surface.

His head dipped to the curve below her jaw,
his close beard brushing the
vulnerable underside of her chin, and his tongue moved over her skin as
he pressed kisses
down her throat. Moving lower, past her collarbone and breastbone, trailing along
the edge of her bra, his mouth warm and wet on the skin of her exposed
cleavage.

He dropped down, squatting, one knee hitting the floor. His grip on her
waist tightening as his mouth worked its way down her body. He paused at her
belly button ring, exposed by the low waist of her jeans, and his tongue toyed
with it, flicking it several times before dipping inside her navel. She inhaled
sharply as she remembered the last time he’d done that. Memories flashing back
to the belly shot he’d taken from her on the pool table.

Her eyes followed the movements of his hands as they moved to the button
of her low-cut jeans, popping it open and dragging down the zipper. And then
his hands were hooking in the waistband at both hips and dragging her jeans
slowly over her hips and down her thighs. His eyes fell to the matching lace
panty revealed.

“So pretty, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss just above the tiny bow in the
center of the top edge, his lips warm against her skin and his soft beard
brushing seductively.
He
touched her as though she were precious, as if he cherished her. It made her
feel treasured and adored, a feeling that made her heart soar.

He pulled the jeans free of her legs, leaving her heels in place. Taking
an ankle gently in one of his big warm hands, he lifted it and studied her
shoe. “Those shoes are sexy as fuck, baby. I think I’ll leave them on.”

His eyes traveled up her long legs as his hands glided up them, touching
her as if she were fragile porcelain. Shannon looked down at him, kneeling at
her feet. He met her eyes, and she found herself staring lost in the depths of
the hunger reflected back at her. Her chest rose and fell, her breaths short
and panting. The anticipation was torture, twisting her insides, making her
tremble. He must have noticed.

“You’re shaking, pretty baby.”

She nodded once.

“Don’t be afraid of me, of this. I’ll be gentle.”

“I know,” she rasped out.

His hands hooked in the top edge of her panties, pulling them down a
bit, just enough to reveal the rose he’d inked on her. “Beautiful,” he breathed
a moment before his lips brushed against it. And then his tongue snaked out,
the tip skating along the design.

Shannon’s hands went flat against the wall behind her as white hot
desire shot through her, and she stuttered out on an indrawn breath, “Crash.”

His hands dragged her panties the rest of the way down and off, his
movements a little more urgent, his control beginning to break, it seemed. She
stepped free of them. A moment later his hands were grasping her hips firmly as
his face pressed against her, inhaling deeply. Shannon’s head fell back against
the wall, her eyes closing as she moaned in response to his erotic act.

Suddenly, he was back on his feet, his arms sliding around her,
unhooking her bra and pulling it free. He tossed it aside, his eyes devouring
her, his palms brushing up her ribcage on either side. Only a moment’s pause
before they slid up, closing over her breasts, squeezing, kneading. He leaned
into her, his warm hard-muscled chest coming flush against her nakedness. She
looked down at his big hands, still closed over her breasts, his muscled biceps
bulging. The contrast in his darker tanned skin and her creamy golden skin was
striking.

She took in the eroticism of her position, being completely naked,
pressed between his mostly clad body and the wall, and a thrill shot through
her. She felt completely at his mercy, completely there for his pleasure, and
she was all too eager to please him. His hands squeezed, pushing her breasts up
as his head dipped, and his lips brushed soft kisses across the swell. Her
hands went to his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she moaned.
Her hands fell to his waist, urgently, as desire tore through her. She clutched
the side of his jeans, her fingers closing on the belt loops, and she pulled
him tighter up against her.

He released her breasts on a moan as his jean covered cock rocked
against her. His palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of her head as
he ordered, “Undo my pants. Now.”

Her hands obeyed, going to the button of his jeans, she undid them. She
pushed the placket wide, and her gentle fingers brushed against his belly, her
fingers finding and tracing the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans.
The soft touch of her fingers must have done something to him, because she
heard the hiss of his indrawn breath.

A moment later, his hands dropped, sought out hers, his fingers lacing
with hers and lifting them to press them against the wall above her head. He
dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing sawing in and out. “Christ,
Shannon. If we don’t slow down, I won’t be able to do you gentle, like you
deserve. I’ll be rough and take you hard and fast,” he warned.

“Please, I want that. What you said.”

He pulled back, stunned. “What?”

“I…” She stopped, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t want her to be so
forward.

“Say it again, Princess. Please, God, say it again.”

“I want that. Rough. Hard. Fast. Please, Crash. I don’t think I can wait
another minute.”

Suddenly, she was up and over his shoulder, and he was carrying her into
the bedroom. He set her down on her feet, and before he could stop her, she did
what she’d been longing to do since he’d crawled in bed with her. She dropped
to her knees at his feet and yanked his jeans down roughly, baring him to her.
His cock rose up big and hard and beautiful. Her hands slid up his thighs, and
she looked up at him. He was gazing down at her, his expression letting her
know how much he was craving her touch. His palm moved to her head, his fingers
tangling through the long silky locks tumbling down her back.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything as gorgeous,” he
murmured, his hand gentle in her hair.

She grasped him, her hand closing over his velvety steely hardness and
heard the moan that tore from his chest when he felt the heat of her touch.

“Tighter,” he managed to grit out.

She did as he asked, and as if he couldn’t stop himself, Crash’s hips pumped,
his whole focus shifting to his cock.

He stood so tall, towering above her, powerful and commanding, and yet
his touch on her head was gentle. She felt the control he fought to maintain
though, when he growled out the words, “Give me your mouth, Shannon. Open those
lips for me.”

She did, taking him inside. With an indrawn breath and a groan, his
other hand clasped her head holding her as he sank into her wet mouth. He
shuddered in response, and it encouraged Shannon to open wider for him. Crash
didn’t hesitate to take advantaged. He thrust deep, groaning out, “Christ,
baby. That feels so good. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fantasized
about you doing this. How many times I’ve fantasized about that mouth of
yours.”

After a few minutes of heavy thrusting he pulled out, staggering back a
step, his cock glistening from her wet mouth. “Christ, Shannon. I’m about to
come, and as good as it would feel and as much as I want that, the first time I
do that with you I want to be buried deep inside you.”

Before she could reply, his hands grasped her wrists, and he pulled her
to her feet, then they moved to her waist, and he tossed her up onto the bed.
After yanking off his boots and jeans, his big hard muscled body came down on
top of her, pinning her to the bed.

She loved that. There was nothing to compare to the feel of a man’s body
over you, his hot skin burning into yours. There was something dominating about
it. Something primitive and erotic that spoke to the whole male-female dynamic.
The male dominating and taking, the female submitting and giving in. She loved
everything about it.

Crash rose up on his elbows, his muscled biceps surrounding her as he
looked down. His knee slid between hers, pushing her legs apart. His thigh
heavy against her crotch. He pushed his thigh up, driving it firmly into her, letting
her know he was in control.
 
He paused,
pushing her hair back from her face and brushing a soft kiss to her lips. “What
do you want? Ask me. Ask for it,” he ordered roughly.