Page 3 of Shine: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC: Second Generation #8)

Fiona—

Oh shit!

I stare at the man who just walked in and ruined everything. I saw the Evil Dead patch on his back before he swung to meet my gaze—and especially the bottom rocker. Nevada. What the hell is he doing here?

I’m not supposed to be here, and if my father finds out, I’m dead. He’ll never trust me again. But this man seems to think I’m some gift his brothers set up for him.

I rack my brain, trying to think of another reason to give him for me being here, but I can’t think of any, and there is no way in hell I’m telling him I’m Wolf’s daughter. He’d tell my father, and I’d be screwed. So, I do the only thing I can think of—I play along.

“Right. Exactly. Your brothers sent me. Why else would I be here?”

He strolls toward me, and my eyes sweep over him.

He’s tall, broad-shouldered with narrow hips and blond hair that brushes over his collar.

But it’s his eyes that capture me, and when mine lock with his, something happens, something weird like déjà vu.

It’s like I know him, but that’s crazy. I’ve never laid eyes on this man before. If I had, I’d surely remember.

“You okay? You look a little freaked out.”

“I’m fine.” I paste on a smile.

“So, where’d you come from, pretty girl?”

I shrug. “San Jose.”

“Right. Of course. You a sweet butt?” His head tilts. “Or maybe one of the dancers down at that strip joint the San Jose chapter owns. What’s it called?”

“Sonny’s Gentlemen’s Club.”

“Right. Sonny’s. I was there once, but I don’t remember seeing you. My loss, huh? I think I’d like to have seen you dance. Maybe I’ll have to come through sometime and catch your act.”

I nod because I don’t know what to say to that.

“What’s your name?”

I blurt the first thing that comes to mind, and that’s the dancer from Sonny’s who gave us girls a pole dancing lesson the night we snuck in for Tori’s bachelorette party.

“Desiree.”

“Desiree,” he repeats as he stops a mere foot away, then tilts my chin up and runs his thumb across my bottom lip. I’m lost in his blue eyes, and a flash of desire shoots through my body.

“Do you use this place often?” I ask.

“First time I’ve been up here.” His eyes skate down me again. “But I’m liking it so far.”

I give him the once-over right back. “Same.”

He chuckles, and it’s a deep, rich sound that draws me in, and I lean closer.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and a moment later he’s kissing me

The soft brush of his lips is not what I expect, and I’m completely thrown off balance. He doesn’t push me or rush me. It’s a sweet first kiss, like he’s testing the waters, almost like he’s wanting to make sure he’s got my consent before he goes further.

My head tilts back, and my mouth drops open, giving him what he wants. I can’t help it; he’s drawing a reaction from my body that takes me by surprise.

And oh my God, can this man kiss. It’s not like any kiss I’ve ever had before, and I don’t even know his name.

Finally, he pulls back and stares at my mouth.

“Damn,” he breathes, and I flush, thrilled he’s as enthralled with my kiss as I am with his.

Without another word, he takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom, and I follow willingly behind his broad shoulders.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Shine.”

“Shine?”

“Yup,” he replies, not stopping. The man is on a mission, and apparently, he’s done with chit-chat.

He glances around, taking it in, then spots the door to the bathroom and moves us that way.

I’m not sure what he’s planning until he reaches into the big shower stall and flips on the water, all the while never losing my hand. He adjusts the temperature and then turns to me.

“Was your ride up here long?” I blather like an idiot, nerves starting to get the best of me. For all my pretense, falling into bed with a stranger—or in this case, showering with a stranger—is not something I often do.

“Don’t want to talk,” he says in a low, sexy voice that sends a flash of heat through me.

“Oh.”

He doesn’t say anything more, just reaches for the hem of my shirt, and before I can react, it’s up and over my head.

Instinctively, I cross my arms over my exposed breasts. I’m standing in nothing but a pair of panties. Those don’t last long, though. His fingers hook in the fabric at my hip, and he yanks them off.

His gaze sweeps over me, and he gently reaches for my wrists and pulls them out of the way.

“Don’t. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I stand there and let him get his fill, watching desire darken his eyes.

He releases me and strips out of his own clothes, and it’s my turn to watch.

He doesn’t have an ounce of shame in baring his body.

And why would he? He’s magnificent, with beautiful scrawling ink covering ripped abs that I long to reach out and touch.

His biceps are sexy as hell. Not too huge, just big enough.

I’ve always hated muscle-bound men, but Shine is not that.

He’s ripped in a lean way that’s perfect.

He undoes his watch and lays it on the bathroom counter.

When he turns to check the temperature, my gaze drops to his ass. It’s perfect. He turns back, catching my eyes on his ass, and grins. Before I can react, his hands land on my waist, and he drags me under the spray.

The shock of the water is nothing compared to the sensation of his heated skin pressed to mine when he pulls me against his body. My soft curves and his rock-hard body. Yin and yang. Meant to go together. Now why did that flash through my brain?

His head dips, and his lips find my mouth, but there’s none of the earlier sweetness. His mouth devours mine, and I give it right back, my hands sliding up his ink-covered chest to wrap around his neck, keeping his mouth to mine.

A groan rumbles from his throat and vibrates into my mouth, driving my desire even higher. I feel my reaction flood my pussy, and I press closer, my breasts crushed flat against his chest.

His big hands skate up my waist, over my ribs, and slip between us, easing me back to cup my breasts, squeezing. His thumbs flick over my nipples, drawing a flash of heat from deep in my core.

After a moment, he breaks our kiss and grabs the bar of soap from the wire organizer hanging from the showerhead. He works a lather into his hands, then soaps my body, taking his time and treating me like I’m a precious gift, not missing an inch.

He turns me in his arms so my back is pressed to his chest, and he continues moving his soapy hands over my body, giving my breasts a ton of attention before he locks one forearm around my ribs while his other hand drifts between my legs.

His soapy fingers delve and find my clit, stroking silky circles around it until I’m gasping.

I can handle what he’s dishing out. I’m not afraid. I arch against him, lolling my head to the side as he kisses my neck. His fingers dip lower, and two of them plunge inside me, bringing me up on my toes.

I drag in a breath.

He nips the tender flesh of my neck, then laves it with his tongue.

He keeps playing with me until my legs shake, and I feel an orgasm barreling toward me like a freight train. Oh, God.

I clutch his arm, feeling my knees go weak, but his hold locks around me.

“I’ve got you, beautiful. Let it come.”

I do, moaning loudly and bucking against his hand.

His touch eases to barely there caresses, and then he dips his mouth to my ear.

“You okay?”

I nod against his shoulder.

He spins me around and passes me the bar of soap, then presents is back to me.

“Soap me up, sweetheart.”

I do as he asks, my hands running over his slick wet skin, exploring every inch of him until he turns to face me and I do the same with his chest, then down to his erect cock that calls to my waiting hands.

I can’t help wondering how long it will be before he presses my body to the tile and fucks me hard against the shower wall.

But Shine doesn’t seem to be in any hurry, and I find a new respect for the man. I like that he doesn’t rush this, but seems to want to drag it out and savor every moment.

It’s not until the hot water runs out that he shuts it off and grabs a towel to wrap around me.

Once we’re both dry, he spots my open toiletry bag on the bathroom counter and snags the bottle of body lotion.

My breath catches, watching him pour some into his palm, knowing he’s going to rub it into my skin.

I hold perfectly still when he pulls the towel from me and begins the exquisite torture of stroking and rubbing it into every inch.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and when he notices, he dips his head and kisses me.

When he’s finished, he yanks me against him, reminding me he has no problem taking control, then stares in my eyes.

“Not too late to change your mind, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m gonna lay you out on that big bed in there and take my time appreciating this gorgeous gift the boys had waiting for me. You gonna give me that?”

I nod, too intoxicated by his voice to find mine.

He tips his forehead to touch mine, then lowers his mouth to my lips again.

His fingers thread through my hair, holding my head while his mouth devours mine.

I slip my hands up to cup his neck, and I feel a vibration of a moan bubble from his chest.

Keeping the kiss, he dips and grabs my ass, hefting me up, and then we’re moving into the other room, and my back comes down on the bed.

His delicious weight presses on me, pinning me to the mattress with his muscled body.

Not wasting a second, he moves down my body and spreads my thighs apart with his shoulders.

“I can’t wait another second to taste that sweet honey, pretty girl.” With that, his mouth comes down on my pussy, his tongue seeking my clit. He plays for a while, then buries his tongue inside me.

My spine arches off the bed, my breasts in the air, and I cry out in pleasure. His mouth doesn’t let up until I’m soaring toward another orgasm.

When it comes with a sharp jolt, he laps up every bit, then rears up, takes his dick in his hand, and plunges inside me with one thrust.

I’m gasping for breath, barely recovered and floating on a high as he starts slowly pumping inside me.

“Easy, sweetness. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want.”

He rests on his forearms, bracketing me in, and dips his head to press soft kisses to my mouth. As he rides me, he stares into my eyes, watching each flare as the sensations shoot through my body.

Soon we’re both breathing hard, and his body is covered with a slick sheen.

His muscles bulge with his efforts, still taking his sweet time, until I catch up with him and can’t believe I feel another orgasm building.

I writhe, and soon I’m lifting my hips to meet his every thrust.

“God, you’re fucking wet. Your pussy feels like a silken fist around my dick. Best fucking feeling ever. Nothing better on this earth.”

“Oh, God,” I gasp, knowing it's coming on hard now.

He increases his pace, and soon he’s slamming into me, his face twisted into a snarl, and I’m flying over the edge again. He goes still, coming hard inside me, his breathing ragged.

A moment later, he drops his weight onto me, then rolls off.

The air chills my damp skin, missing his body heat immediately.

I roll against him, and he gathers me close. We both fall into an exhausted sleep.