CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) (27 page)

Cole sat at the bar, next to Shane. “So you’re serious about
prospecting?”

Shane looked to Jake on his right, and then back at Cole. “Yes, sir. We’ve
talked with Crash about it.”

Crystal ran her hands over Shane’s shoulders from behind. “Hey,
handsome. Buy a girl a drink?”

Shane twisted his head to look. “Hey, sweetheart.” Then he looked over
at Cole. “Ah, we were kind of in the middle of a conversation here.”

Cole grinned and waved him off. “We’ll talk later.”

Shane swiveled on his barstool and slid his arm around Crystal’s waist,
his eyes skating down her body. “I’d love to buy you a drink, darlin’.”

“Sweetheart. Darlin’. I like those so much better than the ma’am you
called me earlier.”

“I’ll remember that,” Shane replied, pulling her closer.

Cole laughed and turned to say something to Red Dog on his other side,
when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wolf moving towards them, his eyes on
Crystal. Cole straightened, angling back toward Shane and Crystal, knowing what
was probably about to happen.

Sure enough, Wolf walked up, grabbed Crystal by the arm and started
pulling her away. She looked back at Shane, like she didn’t want to leave him,
but she kept her mouth shut and followed behind Wolf.

Shane began to come off his barstool, and Cole put a hand to his chest,
pushing him back down. Their eyes connected. “Lesson one, you don’t challenge a
patched member. Ever. That clear?”

Shane’s eyes moved from Cole to where Wolf was now pulling Crystal up
the flight of stairs and back to Cole. “Yes, sir.”

At the top of the stairs, Crystal pulled back. “Wolf, what the hell-”

“What the hell crawled up your ass?” he demanded.

“Nothing. Let go of me.”

“Not a chance. Changed my mind about your offer, kitten.”

“I thought you had other plans.”

“I always do. When has that ever stopped us?”

“Where’s your girl?”

“Gave her to Green.”

“What, did you run another one off?”

He slid one hand up her leg, edging his fingers under the hem of her
dress. “Don’t I always?”

She slapped his hand away. “And you always think you can come running to
me.”

“I know I can.”

“I’m not that easy.”

“Sweetheart, nothing about you is
ever
easy.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re the most complicated woman I’ve ever known. And I can’t
fucking stay away from you. No matter how hard I try.”

The look in her eyes went soft, but she still pushed against his chest.
“You need a new game, Wolf. That one’s getting old.”

“You like our game. As much as I do.” He grabbed her wrists again and backed
her into the wall, hard, pinning her there. He watched her eyes flare with
arousal. “Is this what you were going for, Crystal? Is this what you wanted?
What you were trying to drive me to with that little display downstairs? Say
it. Admit it.”

“Never,” she gasped, twisting her face away, showing him her neck

She could object all she wanted, but he saw how her breathing had
increased, and the pulse in her throat beat wildly. Crystal liked him to
dominate, take control, and sometimes even get rough. It suited him fine. She
was the yin to his yang. They both got off on it. His mouth ran along her
throat, kissing his way up to her ear. “I watched you with the new guys. You did
that on purpose didn’t you? To get to me?” He bit her earlobe, wanting a
response. “Answer me.”

“And did I get to you?” she replied breathlessly.

“Isn’t this proof enough? I’m here aren’t I?” He released one of her
wrists and slid his hand into her hair. He tightened his fingers, giving her a
quick tug of warning. “So you were going to go home with one of them? Was that
your plan? Did you think I’d let you?”

“I didn’t think you’d even notice.”

“I noticed,” he murmured, pulling her hair hard enough to bring her chin
up, her face to his. “You’re lucky you didn’t pull this shit with a brother.”

“You can’t always just take what you want,” she gasped out, breathing
heavily.

“Yeah, I can. You know I can. You also know how it gets me off.” She stared
at him a moment and then smiled as she leaned forward trying to reach his mouth
with hers, but he pulled out of her reach and demanded insistently, “Don’t fuck
with me, Crystal, say what I want to hear. Tell me you don’t want him.”

“Him?”

“Either one of them. Say it.”

“I don’t. Just you.” And suddenly his mouth was on hers. Plundering.
Demanding her surrender.

“Damn it, woman, you are making me crazy,” he groaned as he pulled back,
and then he whipped her around, her face to the wall. He pressed up against
her, lifting her arms above her head, ordering her to keep them there as his
hands slid down her arms to her breasts.

Crash took Shannon’s hands in his and laid them on his knees. Then his
went to her hips. “Do you see how she moves?” he asked, looking over her
shoulder at the stripper who was giving a lap dance to Green. She rocked
against him, rolling up and back down. Green smacked her ass. “It’s not half as
sexy as this. Look.”

Crash took her jaw in his hand and turned her face. He nodded toward the
second level. Shannon followed the direction of his gaze. At the top of the
stairs, in the hallway that disappeared down toward Cole’s room was a couple,
just inside the shadows. Their profile in the edge of light.

“Watch them.”

She was shocked by what she saw. Wolf had Crystal up against the wall.
They were struggling. He grabbed her wrists, slamming them against the wall
above her head.

“He’s hurting her.” Shannon squirmed in his arms as if she was going to
do something about it.

“Shh, sweetheart. He’s not hurting her. It’s not what you think. That’s
how they always are with each other.”

“I don’t understand. Are you going to let him treat her like that?”

“It turns her on. Watch.” He still held her jaw in his hand, keeping her
gaze on the couple.

Wolf held Crystal pinned, staring intently at her. Even at this distance
and the dim lighting, Shannon could see the strong emotions flashing between
the two of them. Wolf leaned in. Crystal twisted her head, not letting him kiss
her. He was talking to her, whispering things in her ear a moment before his
mouth took her throat. He stepped closer, his body coming up against hers. And
suddenly, she was undulating against him, brushing up on him, twisting, her
eyes drifting closed, her mouth opening. And then she turned her head, and her
mouth sought out his. He released her wrists, and her hands threaded through
his hair, pulling him closer. They kissed long and passionately, and then he
was spinning her around to face the wall. Taking her hands, he held them to the
wall above her head again. He said something in her ear, must have ordered her
to keep them there, because she nodded and when he pulled his hands away, her
hands stayed where he’d left them.

Shannon watched as Wolf’s hands stroked slowly down Crystal’s arms, down
until he reached her breasts. He cupped them, stroking, squeezing, gently
kneading. One arm locked across her breasts, while the other hand slide down
over her waist and hips. Lower to the hem of her dress. His hand went up,
disappearing underneath, and then his arm moved forward, his hand going between
her legs.

Crystal’s head dropped back against Wolf’s shoulder, her mouth open, her
eyes closed.

“Look at them, Shannon. Look at how aroused she is. The look on her
face, it’s fucking beautiful.” Crash muttered the words against her cheek, his
lips brushing the corner of her mouth. He had her pinned against his chest, one
hand on her jaw, keeping her gaze focused on the pair above them, and the other
arm locked across that smooth bare belly. She could feel his arousal growing,
pressing into her bottom. His hand slid across her belly, his palm warm against
her skin. He paused between her belly button and the snap of her jeans. His
thumb brushed over the dangling rhinestone, flicking it.

Shannon sucked in her breath. When she did, the tips of his fingers slid
under her waistband. He murmured in her ear, “I want to touch you like he’s
touching her.”

His other hand still held her jaw, keeping her focus on the couple above
them, and her breathing quickened. “Crash, I…”

“Shh. Watch them.” She made a strangled whimper. His mouth slid over her
earlobe. “Look at the way he’s touching her.”

She looked up. Wolf was stroking Crystal fervently. He was building her
to a climax.

She couldn’t look away even if she tried. As Wolf cupped Crystal’s
breast and brushed his thumb across her nipple, Crystal’s eyes slid closed. At
his unrelenting strokes, she moaned and moved back against him, curling her
fingers into the wall.

In response, Shannon’s own fingers curled into Crash’s knees as shock,
and yes, desire, tightened her throat. Wolf’s attention never veered from
Crystal. It was as if neither of them were aware of the people below them.

Shannon began to see submission and dominance, surrender and control,
and the whole male-female dynamic in a completely new light. For Wolf and
Crystal, there was nothing but each other, and Wolf’s focus didn’t stray from the
woman under his hands.

“Aren’t
you curious to know what it would be like to be in her position?”

Crash’s palm slid down, into her pants. The darkness of the room and the
position of her up against the table, with Crash at her back, hid them from
most eyes. Her hands on his knees tightened.

“Shh, relax, Princess. I won’t hurt you. I just want to make you feel
what she feels. Watch her.”

It was erotic. Watching Wolf and Crystal. Feeling Crash’s hand touch
her. Feeling what Crystal must be feeling. Oh, God. His middle finger slid over
her, stroking gently. It dipped lower, into her wetness and then pulled back to
stroke over her again. She felt her knees weaken. Crash must have felt it too,
for the hand that held her jaw slid down to her throat, and then down, his arm
locking like an iron band just under her breasts.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. She felt his eyes
on her as he watched her face as the rest of the room dissolved away for her.
The driving base of the music, and even the sounds of the crowd drifted away as
he lowered his mouth to her throat and latched on, sucking. Her head fell back
against Crash’s shoulder. The room was spinning as his fingers worked her.

She couldn’t prevent the way he overwhelmed her with sensations, though
she knew she’d done little to make any effort to stop him.

“So sweet, so sexy,” he whispered in her ear, and then his mouth moved
down to her throat, and his teeth nipped at her, sucking, marking her.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Shannon whispered. She’d never
experienced anything like this. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever had
done to her. It was crazy. She should be turned off, embarrassed. It was
shameful. But God, it was heavenly. The liquor she’d drank had her warm and
pliant, and she didn’t want to stop him. She should, but she didn’t want to.
She wanted to feel what Crystal was feeling. Crash’s stroking intensified. Oh,
God, it was cresting. She could feel it building. “Crash,” she whispered,
brokenly.

“Let go, honey.” His hold on her tightened. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”
At his words, she did. She came apart in his arms. His free hand clamped over
her mouth, smothering her moans.

As she came slowly down, Crash released her and slid his hand free of
her pants. Both hands gripped her hips and pulled her back into his body. She
could feel his choppy breathing brushing across her neck and back and his
racing heartbeat as his fingers gripped harder into her hips, making her
realize he was as affected by what had just happened as she had been.

“If I don’t taste you soon, Shannon-” His voice was rough with need
before he broke off, not finishing his thought. It left Shannon to fill in the
blanks and sent a shiver through her. Crash’s lips came down gently just behind
her ear. She heard his deep inhale and then his hushed words. “You smell so
good.”

She melted back against him.

At the bar across the room, Red Dog was grumbling to Cole, watching the
lap dance Green was getting from Misty. “Damn, Green always gets the hot ones.
Wait, isn’t that Wolf’s latest-”

“Not anymore, apparently.”

“Fuck, he goes through ‘em.”

“Go get you some,” Cole replied from his place at the end of the bar.

“Shit, I think I’ve done enough damage tonight.” Cole grinned, his eyes
fixated on something in the corner. Dog twisted to look. “What’re you lookin’
at?”

“Just watchin’ the show.”

“What show? You ain’t even watchin’ Sonny’s girls.”

“A couple different shows going on here tonight. More interesting than
Sonny’s stable.”