Page 29 of Shine: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC: Second Generation #8)
Taking his fast-growing erection in my hand, I lick the tip, then take it into my mouth.
Shine’s fingers thread through my hair. “Fuck yeah.”
I peer up at him as I go to work. The heat in his eyes flares, and it makes me wet, seeing the way he watches my every move intently.
“Can’t tell you how many nights I’ve lain in bed, jerking off to the memory of your mouth on me just like this.”
At his words, I moan around his dick, and he smiles, his dark eyes watching his dick disappear in and out of my lips.
His jaw tightens, and his hips lift, bucking against me, chasing my touch. I know he’s getting close.
His fingers tighten in my hair, holding my head in place, and he fucks my face.
“You gonna take it all, sweetness? Every drop?”
I nod as much as his hold will allow, and he explodes.
I do what I promised, lapping him clean, then press kisses up his gorgeous abs to collapse on top of his heaving chest.
We drift off to sleep, both content.
During the night, I awaken to his fingers at my pussy, playing with me until I’m dripping wet and writhing. He takes me from behind, slipping his hard dick inside my wet pussy and rolling me to my stomach, dragging me to my knees and taking me hard.
When he finishes, he strokes me to orgasm.
Afterward, as we catch our breath and cuddle close, I trail my fingers over his slick skin and trace the gorgeous ink he has.
“How long can you stay?” I ask in a whisper.
“That’s up to Daytona, but he didn’t say we were pulling out in the morning, so maybe another day. We never like to ride long distances after a big blowout. Too many grouchy, hungover brothers make for a piss-poor trip home.”
“So, we might have one more night?” I’m already thinking of ways to be with him.
My mother would have to watch Dylan. But there’s only so long I could hide him and keep Shine from finding out I have a child.
Perhaps I should cut out in the morning before he wakes.
Maybe it’d be easier that way. Then I wouldn’t have to go through a tearful goodbye.
God, it’s going to kill me to watch him ride away.
I know watching his chapter roll off the clubhouse lot, headed back to Nevada, would rip my heart out all over again.
I blink and try to think of something else.
“So, how is your sister?”
“Still struggling.”
“I wish I could have met her. I would have liked to try to help her.”
“I think you’d like her. I bet you two would be friends.”
“Did you ever catch the man who hurt her?”
“Donnie Ray. No. Not for lack of trying. Daytona’s had the whole chapter trying to hunt him down. Every time we get close, the asshole slips through our fingers. It’s like he knows our movements and is able to avoid us. I just don’t get it.”
“Maybe he’s got another tracker on you.”
“I’ve been really diligent about checking my bike every time I leave it.” His fingers run absent circles on my spine, and he stares at the ceiling.
“I worry about you.”
“I can take care of myself, sweetness.” He presses a kiss to the crown of my head.
“Maybe you should forget about him.”
“I can’t. I promised my sister she’d never have to worry about him.”
“Does she know he’s been released?”
“Yes. I had to tell her when we moved her and my mom.”
I lift my head and study his face. “Moved them?”
“The club didn’t think it was safe, not with Donnie Ray out. Not if he’s bent on revenge. So, we moved them to a safe house.”
“Does your club know about Carl? Do they know I killed him and where he’s buried?”
“Daytona knows. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he’s going to tell Cole about it during this visit, so there may be some fireworks. Maybe you shouldn’t be around when they happen.”
“Does Daytona know I’m the one who killed him?”
“No. I told him I did.”
“Shine?”
“Yeah?”
“You think Donnie Ray knows about his brother?”
“Since Carl disappeared, I’m guessing he’s figured out by now that I killed him.”
“So, then he’ll want revenge, won’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“Has he tried to get to you?”
“I’ve had some stuff happen. I can’t for sure pin it on him, though.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Someone tried to burn down my mother’s house.
I’ve had the tires on my truck slashed. Another time, the brake line was cut.
Thank fuck I realized it before I got out of the apartment complex I live in.
I only hit the dumpster and wasn’t hurt.
If I’d been out on the highway, it would have been a different story, though. ”
I lay my head on his shoulder again, and hug him tight. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
He strokes my back. “I’m being more cautious. Don’t worry, okay?”
I nod against his shoulder, but I can’t help thinking about Dylan’s safety.
Shine doesn’t even know to worry about him or to take precautions to assure our child’s safety.
I’m sure if he knew about his son, he would do those things.
I think about telling him. There are a million reasons I should.
I almost told him earlier. It’s the right thing to do, but the moment I tell Shine, everything changes.
My life and Dylan’s life would definitely change.
Even though I don’t know how much of it Shine would want to be involved in, he’d want to see his son, and it’s possible he’d lead Donnie Ray right to us.
If the man suspected my child was Shine’s, it would definitely put a target on our baby’s back.
How better to cause a man pain than to kill his only son?
I swallow. This all just got very real.
Reckless presses another kiss to my head. “Get some sleep, Fiona.”
Closing my eyes, I nod, but I don’t sleep.
Soon, I hear Shine’s breathing change and know he’s drifted off. Not me, though. I can’t sleep a wink. There’s so much at stake. So much for me to lose.