BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) (17 page)

Fortunately, he doesn’t take offense. Instead, he grins and eyes me over the rim of his half-full beer glass.

“Keeping it casual, you know? Me going down there every night ain’t gonna maintain that. Plus, with the lockdown, gotta get Ax’s permission to leave. He ain’t too keen on none of us heading down to Brockford right now with Jase and Torvin still being ‘round.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “Please.”

He takes a sip of his beer. “You ain’t agreeing on that, sweetheart?”

“On the lockdown part, yeah. But not with the rest.”

“Yeah? And why not?” he asks, shifting his weight into a sitting position. He leans forward, resting his glass on his knee and looks at me, seeming really interested in what I have to say.

“A woman can tell when a man wants casual and when he doesn’t. Frequency of visits doesn’t matter.”

His eyes widen, looking scared for a moment. But he quickly covers it up and clears his throat, before responding in a casual, cool and collected tone, “That right?”

“Yep. Well, unless you’re dealing with Zeb “Runner” Wilkes, of course. The King of mixed signals.”

Shit. I can’t believe I said that. It just…came out. Days of frustration finally getting the best of me, I guess.

To my relief, he chuckles. “He ain’t the easiest guy to figure out, for sure. But he ain’t used to this.”

“This?”

“Women like you.”

“Like me?”

He smiles kindly. “A
good
woman.”

That has me blushing like an idiot.

“He likes you, so much that he’s claimed you as his. He just needs some time to wrap his head ‘round it all. Plus, what happened to him…it’s messing with his head.”

“I know,” I say, sadly.

He’s about to reply when his eyes dart to something behind me. A loud thud makes me jump and I turn around to see Zeb storming out of Ax’s office.

Ax follows him out and I hear him yelling angrily. “Calm the fuck down, Runner! You feel me?”

Zeb smashes his fist into the wall and spins around, roaring back at him, “I can track him, Ax! Jesus fuck! Just lift my lockdown! I got this! It’s
my
fight!”

A gasp escapes me then as I watch Ax lunge at him and fist his hand in his cut. He jerks him forward and bellows, “Wrong! It’s the
club’s
fight! Mess with one of us, mess with all of us. You know our code.”

“Screw it! You know I can sort this!”

“You can’t! You ain’t thinking straight! And, like I told you, ‘til you go to those therapy meets I set up for you, you ain’t leaving this damn building!”

“Jesus,” Smiter mutters. He gets up from the couch and makes his way over to the two of them.

Ax releases Zeb and I hear Zeb muttering curses. They glare at each other for a moment and then Zeb turns and storms off down the hall towards the inside entrance to the garage.

I get out of my chair and head over to go after him.

“Sarah!” Ax calls to me.

I stop and turn to face him and Smiter.

“I wouldn’t,” he tells me.

“He’s volatile right now,” Smiter adds, shaking his head at me with worry in his eyes.

But I don’t care about their warnings. Zeb is in pain. He might only be displaying anger at the moment, but it doesn’t take much to see the underlying reason for it. He’s hurting.

“I have to.”

I turn away and hurry down the hall, following Zeb’s path.

Thankfully, they don’t try to stop me. Two huge guys like them wouldn’t really need to do much to make that happen.

I push through the door into the garage. It shuts behind me automatically with a grating screech that has me cringing.

Zeb turns around at the sound. His eyes flash when he sees it’s
me
standing there.

There are two other guys inside. One is working on a bike that looks half put together. The other is doing something to the engine of an old red Corvette. There have to be about a dozen bikes in various states of repair inside the large space. There’s also a massive black shiny Hummer over in the corner. Zeb is standing between it and a bench cluttered with tools as he eyes me.

He gives the guys a quick glance and snaps, “Out.
Now
.”

At his word, they put down their tools quickly and hurry through the door at the opposite end of the garage—the one that leads outside into the courtyard.

Now that we’re alone, I don’t waste any time in getting to what I came here to say to him.

“Zeb, I—”

He holds up his hand. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“You were gonna ask if I’m okay, yeah?”

“I…yes…I know you’re not. I saw your blow up with Ax.”

He sighs and reaches behind him. I watch him snatch up a half-full bottle of beer from the workbench and gulp it down. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and puts it back down.

“Zeb?” I press.

He folds his arms across his chest and shakes his head at me. “Can’t do this. Can’t talk right now. Just go, darlin’.”

He turns his back to me and I see him slap his hands on the hood of the Hummer. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

I walk over to him, the soles of my flats not making a sound on the concrete floor.

When I reach him, I lay my hand gently on his back. “Zeb, let me help you.”

He spins around, making me jump and cry out from the surprise of it.

His eyes are hard this time as he tells me, “Go, Sarah. I mean it.”

I shake my head. “No.”

He steps into me and growls. “Telling you for your own good. Fuck, do it. Go.”

“You can’t scare me away, Zeb.”

He growls to himself and moves away. “You think you can help me? That it?”

“Just tell me what you need.”

He scoffs. “What I need, huh?” He strides back to me and gets in my face, forcing me to back up. My ass hits the hood of the hummer. He leans in to me and slaps his hands down either side of me, boxing me in. “What I
need
ain’t something
you
can give me.”

“Wh…what?” I struggle to get out, finding it hard to breathe with him suddenly this close.

“I need to get some shit outta my head. Outta my system. And the way I do that is booze or sex. But both…both I gotta do hard-core. No holds barred. All right? You wanted to know. Now you do.”

He pushes off the truck and steps back from me.

“You need…your whores?”

His eyes narrow. “Ain’t no more whores for me!” he yells, really pissed at my question.

“What?”

“
We’re
together now! You and me. And I don’t cheat, woman! You hear me?”

Oh. Okay, then. I guess I have my answer on that at last. But then…then he’s saying now we’re together, he can’t get what he needs…sexually? How dare he?

“Come here!” I find myself demanding angrily all of a sudden.

He starts in surprise at this sudden flare up of spunkiness from me. It has him stepping up to me again. “Yeah?”

I hold my hands out to the sides. “Take it.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head vehemently.

“Why not?”

“Cuz…you ain’t…it ain’t you. Too rough…no…no…no.”

I grab his arms and his gaze snaps to mine. “Zeb, don’t tell me who, or what I am. How dare you think you can decide this for me? How dare you refuse to let me help you? For days you’ve just been avoiding me. And then you tell me we’re together…in
your
mind. It’s not fair! You can’t do this to me! You can’t decide everything in this…this…relationship of ours!” I stomp my foot and yell, “It’s not fair! Stop it!”

He just stares at me, unmoving, for several long seconds of intense silence.

And then he says, “Tell me to stop.”

Before I can get a word out, he lunges at me and attacks me with his mouth.

Oh shit!

He kisses me harder than he ever has. He doesn’t wait for my permission this time either, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. I can barely breathe as his lips, tongue and teeth devour my mouth, taking intense possession of every part.

He grabs my wrists then as he leans over me, forcing me to lay back on the hood of the truck. He pulls them up over my head and pins them there with one hand. With his other, he grabs my ass and jerks me up onto the hood so my back is flat against it.

He breaks our kiss as he climbs onto me, straddling my hips, while his hand continues to trap mine above my head, holding me at his mercy.

“Tell me. Tell me to stop, Sarah.”

I shake my head. “No,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath from the intensity.

He shakes off his cut and then he’s ripping his t-shirt over his head in the next second and revealing those amazing rock solid abs of his. He smirks at the look on my face as his fingers glide down to his jeans. He pops the fly and he’s pushing them down frantically then. He’s not wearing any boxers and I gasp when his dick comes into view, as he pushes them down to the middle of his thighs. And then he’s tugging down mine. He doesn’t even take the time to take my panties off. He just rips them off me roughly, making me cry out in surprise.

“Sarah,” he growls as his hand comes up again and holds my wrists down above my head.

He thrusts into me then, shocking me with the lack of warning.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

He drives deep, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in again hard, driving
so
incredibly deep. It’s rough and brutal and every thrust has me screaming from the ferocity of it.
This
is what he was trying to warn me about.

“Tell me,” he grinds out as he slams back into me once more. “Tell me…to…” he pulls out. “Stop!” he yells, thrusting deep again.

I shake my head from side to side.

Desperation clouds his face and he groans, “Sarah.”

He pulls out, grabs my hips and lifts me up, his every movement jerky and urgent. He carries me over to the workbench. And then he’s sweeping his hand over it, knocking all the clutter onto the floor. It crashes to the floor with thunderous clang after clang, echoing through the garage. He lays me down on it.

His hands grab my thighs roughly, his fingers pinching the soft flesh there. He spreads them wide, holding me open.

And then his mouth is on me, his tongue lapping at my pussy wildly.

He doesn’t build me up slowly like he’s done before.

No, he overwhelms me immediately.

“Oh God! Shit!” I scream out, digging my nails into his shoulders.

He thrusts his tongue inside me and I almost buck up off the workbench. In and out. Hard and deep, just like with his dick moments ago.

“Zeb! Ah!” I scream, thrashing beneath him as his mouth assaults me with wild licks, kisses, nips and…sucking. Oh God…he starts sucking my clit into his mouth.

I dig my nails into the workbench and cry out, “No. I can’t. It’s too much! Zeb! Ah!”

“
Yes
!” he roars, pulling his mouth from my pussy. “Take it. Come. Give it up to me,” he commands, in a fierce tone I’ve never heard from him before. I look down at him and the look in his eyes makes me shudder. It’s wild. Primal. Uncontrolled and untamed.

His mouth is back on me in the next second and he’s suckling at my clit again, showing me absolutely no mercy.

He’s forcing me to come.

He’s hell-bent and desperate for me to give it up to him. I guess he needs the rush of watching me come undone because of him.

Not only do I want to give that to him, but I
have
to. He’s not giving me a choice. He’s brought me right to the edge.

I throw my head back and scream at the top of my lungs as my orgasm slams into me with a brutal intensity I can barely breathe through. “Yes! Zeb! Zeb! Yes!”

He doesn’t give me the chance to recover, before he’s jumping to his feet, gathering me in his arms and carrying me back to the Hummer. He puts me down, flips me around and bends me over the truck hood.

He kicks my legs apart, making me spread wide, as he presses down on my back, forcing me to bend over with my ass in the air.

He thrusts deep inside me.

“Ah!” I scream out, because it feels so much deeper in this position. So much so, I’m not sure if I can take it.

“Stop me!” he screams at me as he pumps in and out of me wildly. “Stop me, Sarah! Tell me it’s not for you.
I’m
not for you. Too dirty. Too fucked up. Say it! Tell me to stop!
Leave
me! Tell me I ain’t no good!”

His thrusts start to slow with every word he utters in a pained groan of devastation. He’s in so much pain. And it cuts into me.
That
and the intensity of what we’re doing has me tearing up. I can’t stop it. It overwhelms me and I sob, “I can’t leave you! I can’t!”