Page 6 of Shine: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC: Second Generation #8)

Shine—

It’s about three hours north to South Lake Tahoe, but I manage to shave off fifteen minutes.

It’s almost noon when we roll up the main drag.

Pulling over, I punch in the address I have for this asshole’s mother, then find the place.

It’s a condominium complex right on the water.

Turning in, I roll through the lot and find her unit number.

The units are all at an angle, facing the west, and hers is two in from the shoreline.

I scope out the place and consider going up to the door, but I don’t want Desiree anywhere near if there’s a violent confrontation.

My contact said he was picked up in a burgundy four-door sedan.

They thought it was a Nissan Altima. Scanning the lot, I don’t see one.

Maybe they haven’t arrived yet. It’s possible they stopped off at a motel somewhere along the line.

Or maybe his mother is out getting groceries for her hungry boy.

I do a double take, because I caught the movement of a curtain, but when I stare at it, I can’t tell if there’s anyone there.

If he’s here, I’ll find him.

With a last look, I roll out onto the road. There’s a motel right next to the condo complex, so, making a split-second decision, I turn in and park near the office.

We climb off, and I meet Desiree’s eyes.

“What are we doing?” she asks.

“I’m gonna get a room. You’ll be safe here while I do what I’ve gotta do.” I shrug out of my cut and lay it across the seat. “Wait here.”

When I return to the bike; she’s got her helmet off and has put her hair in a messy bun. I grab our bags. “Got us a room.”

She follows me to the second floor.

It’s an average room, but there’s a balcony overlooking the beach and lake, so the view makes up for what the room lacks.

Desiree looks at me, and I can read the question in her eyes. Now what?

“So, how dangerous is this guy you’re looking for?”

I ignore her and walk onto the balcony. There’s a perfect view of the condos across the beach to the right. Studying the third unit from the end, I see no movement.

There are people on the beach, and with so many eyes around, I figure it’ll be best to wait for nightfall to make a move.

Stepping back through the slider, I take Desiree’s hand and pull her against me, my mouth coming down on hers.

After a momentary shock, she pushes me away with a frown on her face. “What are you doing?”

“We’ve got some time to kill. It’d be better if I wait until I’ve got the cover of darkness to go snooping over there.

“Oh.” She smiles, and I take her down to the mattress.

I roll us until she’s straddling me.

“You have the softest, silkiest skin. I can’t get enough of touching you.” My voice is guttural, filled with desire, with hunger, with need. I press a kiss to her knee and make a trail of them up the inside of her thigh, my destination clear.

Her belly quivers, and she writhes and lifts her hips. She lies before me, naked, vulnerable, ready.

I reach for my belt buckle, and her eyes drop, following my motions as I work it open. I take out my hard dick, and she sinks her teeth into her lip. My eyes lock on hers as I stand over her. The power dynamic is not lost on her.

The need to take her is strong, and my heart pounds and my blood rushes through my veins.

I keep myself in check.

“I want to savor every moment with you, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” I reply.

As I strip off my clothes, her gaze roams over me. My cock stands long and hard. I grasp the thick shaft and stroke it, root to crown.

At the motion, her chest rises and falls, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Sweetness, the image of that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick is all I can think about.”

I grab her ankles and drag her to the end of the bed.

Sliding along the bedspread, she gasps, and I grin.

“Baby, the way your eyes flare tells me everything I need to know. You like being manhandled, don’t you? You like me taking control, don’t you?”

I don’t wait for her answer, just drop to my knees and put her thighs over my shoulders.

At the first stroke of my thumb over her pussy, she jumps.

“I can’t wait to taste you again,” I murmur, my voice deep with desire. I stroke her again, slow and easy.

Her body responds with a rush of wetness. I dip my head for a taste.

The first swipe of the flat of my tongue has her shuddering and moaning. I go back for more, again and again, until she’s lifting her hips, seeking my mouth.

I tunnel my tongue inside her wet channel, and then up to circle her clit. She jumps again, then bucks against me.

I grasp the back of her knees and pin her to the bed. Then I take my sweet time, spending endless minutes on the sensitive bud that I coax out, until her hands are fisting handfuls of the bedspread.

I release one leg and slip two fingers into her tight pussy.

She moans.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” I stroke with my fingertips, searching out that secret spot deep inside her, while my thumb, drawing circles around her clit, both motions sending her thrashing until she can’t focus. I watch every emotion cross her face.

Her eyes close, and her mouth parts.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” I order.

She does and finds me watching her with liquid heat.

Her breasts jiggle as she writhes, and my gaze drops to them.

“I haven’t even gotten to these beauties yet.”

I find the spot I’ve been searching for, and her spine arches, her head throwing back.

I shift, moving over her, and while I keep at her with my fingers and thumb, never letting up, I capture one tight, hard, sensitive nipple in my mouth. I toy with it, nibble at it, and then suck hard.

She bucks against my hand, pleading, “Don’t stop.”

Her breathing increases, her chest heaving, and I move from one breast to the other, never letting up with my strokes. She bucks and moans, collapsing as a new rush of wetness coats my fingers.

I slowly withdraw them, and she moans again, then I carry my wet fingers to her mouth and paint her lips.

“Open.”

She does as she’s told, and I slip two fingers inside her mouth. She sucks them clean, then I pull them free and kiss her. She wriggles beneath me.

“I can’t wait much longer to have you.”

But she has different ideas, pushing me to my back and sliding down the bed.

I shift to the headboard, leaning against it while she moves between my legs and grasps my hard-as-a-rock dick in her hand and guides it to her waiting mouth. She gives it a long lick, then runs the head of it around her lips before taking it to the back of her throat in one movement.

I suck in a breath. “Goddamn, woman. Yes.” I cup her head, brushing her hair off her forehead, and watch my wet cock slide in and out of her lips. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I roll my hips, matching her movements and urging her on.

When she senses I’m about to come, I roll us until she’s on her back, then I move to my knees.

With my dick in my hand, I guide it to her pussy, then circle the head around her entrance until it’s coated in her wetness.

“You want my dick, pretty baby?”

She moans and nods vigorously.

“Say it.”

“I want it.”

I drive inside her in one quick thrust. “God, I love the feel of your tight pussy clenching around me.” I stare into her eyes. “I want to commit this moment to memory.”

I rock against her, dragging the shaft of my cock along her clit with every thrust.

Soon she’s panting again, thrashing on the bed. I keep up my pace, building her toward orgasm stroke by stroke, until she’s desperate for me to go faster.

“Harder,” she pants.

I give her what she wants.

“I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. I’ve been damn near ready to blow since the moment I slid inside your perfect pussy.”

Her hands stroke up my chest to cup my neck and pull me down for a kiss.

I break off, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing heavily. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

She squeezes on my cock, and I groan.

“Do that again,” I order and keep up my pace.

“I’m so close to orgasm,” she hisses.

Her breasts bounce with every slam of my hips, and my eyes lock on them. I dip my head and suck one, then the other.

The sensation sends her over the edge, and she bucks and clutches me.

I go rock solid against her, coming long and hard, then collapse on top of her, my chest heaving.

Her hands trail over my back.

I rouse enough to press a kiss to her cleavage, then lift off her, roll to the mattress, and gather her to me.

We stay cuddled that way until our slick skin cools and our breathing returns to normal.

Desiree goes up on her elbow, and her fingertip traces over the ink on my chest. I follow it as it trails along my skin.

“So, this guy you’re looking for,” she begins.

My eyes snap to hers. “Yeah? What about him?”

“What’d he do wrong that made you want to kill him? I’m assuming that’s what you’re planning, right?”

“He doesn’t deserve to walk the face of the earth.”

She holds my gaze, waiting.

I sigh. “He raped my kid sister.”

Her demeanor changes in the blink of an eye.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“The only reason the motherfucker is still breathing is because the law got to him before I could. I’ve been patiently waiting five fucking years for his release. Now it’s time he got what’s coming to him.”

“Is your sister okay?”

“Okay? Hardly. She’s never been the same. Crissy used to be so full of life, always a smile on her face. Now she barely leaves the house. And she doesn’t want anything to do with men. It’s a real shame, too. She would have been such a good mom. Now she’ll probably never have kids.”

“That poor girl. I’m so sorry.”

“I failed her. I should have been there. I should have protected her.”

“How did it happen?”

“The motherfucker grabbed her from a parking lot. Took her out to some field, beat her, and left her for dead. She’s lucky to be alive. She managed to crawl to the road and wave down a car. I’m sure that asshole had no intention of leaving her alive.”

Desiree swallows and relaxes against me, her arm wrapping tight around my chest. I’m sure she doesn’t know what to say. What can anyone say but how sorry they are? I don’t know why I told her, but her arms tight around me now brings me some peace and takes some of the rage out of me.

I stroke her head and press a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you. It’s not a pretty story.”

“It’s not, but I’m glad you told me. And I’m glad you’re going to kill that man. You’re right. He deserves to die. Just please be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

I smile against the crown of her head. It feels good to know she cares enough to worry about me.

Then she pops up. “Wait. How did you know he was released today?”

“I’ve got a guard on the take who’s been passing me information, keeping me up to date. Today he earned a bonus.”

“What’d he tell you?”

“ Donnie Ray Sidler’s been in prison for almost five years. Upon his release this morning, his brother, Carl, picked him up.”

“But how did you know they’d come here?”

“ Their mother was in the courtroom every day of Donnie Ray’s trial, and I’m betting his brother eventually brings him here to see her .”

Her head returns to my shoulder. “I suppose you’re right. His mother would want to see him.”

I’m tired of talking about that scumbag. “You hungry?”

“Are you?” she replies.

“I’m always hungry. How ‘bout we take a quick shower and go find a place?”

“I’d like that.”