Page 8 of Shine: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC: Second Generation #8)
Shine—
Only one lamp burns on the nightstand when I slip into the hotel room. Desiree is asleep on the bed, her phone in her hand.
I take it gently from her and set it on the nightstand. When I do, her screensaver comes on, and I freeze.
It’s her in a skimpy costume, probably a publicity photo from Sonny’s. In it, she’s wearing a fireman’s outfit, but I’d only know it by the hat she wears and the wide suspenders that are all that cover her breasts.
Ho-ly fuck.
She’s hot as fire.
I pull out my phone and snap a picture of it. A little memento of our time together. At this point, I’m not sure we’ll ever exchange phone numbers. She’s with me as a favor to the club. But someday, I may have to look her up, and I know I’ll be able to find her at Sonny’s.
I strip and slip into bed beside her. She immediately moves toward my heat and cuddles against me.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I stroke her skin. I’m not sure she’s awake until she lifts her head.
“I’m glad you’re back. I was worried.”
“Were you?”
“Yes. What happened?”
“No one was there. I slipped through an unlocked window. The place was empty; not even a dirty dish in the sink. They’ve probably taken off.”
“The mother, too?”
I shrug. “If they spotted me, maybe they didn’t think it was safe for her there. Look, I’ll take you home to San Jose tomorrow and go after them later. I just thought this would be my chance. I’ll get that motherfucker, eventually.”
She hugs me tight, her cheek on my chest. “You will. Someday, you’ll get him.” Then her head pops up, and her eyes meet mine. “Tell me about your childhood.”
I huff a laugh. “My childhood? Why?”
She shrugs. “I just want to know. Did you grow up in Las Vegas?”
“Dad was a wildcatter. I grew up in West Texas, mostly.”
“I knew that accent wasn’t from Nevada.”
I grin. “Guess it slips out now and then. Least I don’t say yes, ma’am anymore.”
“What’s wrong with saying that?”
“Nothing, but the teasing I incurred from all my club brothers was non-stop. I learned pretty quickly not to say it again.”
“So, West Texas. Where about?”
“We moved around between Midland and Lubbock. Dad drilled in the Permian Basin, the largest crude-producing region in Texas. He was a rig operator until I was in high school. Then we moved to Las Vegas, and he got a job doing security at one of the hotels.”
“How old were you when you moved?”
“Sixteen. It was a bad time for me. I lost all my friends. Never really fit in at the new high school. I hated everything about Vegas. That’s when I met a guy, and he told me he was thinking of prospecting with the Evil Dead.
We came into the club together.” I stroke my hand along her back, wondering about her own story.
“What about you? How’d you end up dancing at Sonny’s? ”
I feel her body tense, and I know immediately I shouldn’t have brought it up. “Sorry. Maybe you don’t want to talk about that.”
“Not really.”
“If you could do anything, what would it be?”
“You mean for a job?”
“Yeah. Your dream job.”
“You’ll think it’s silly.”
“Why would you say that?”
She’s still for a long moment, and just when I think she’s not going to tell me, she replies.
“I like to bake. I’d like to open a shop and sell cupcakes, cake pops, things like that.”
“Cake pop? What’s a cake pop?”
“It’s a little round piece of cake covered in icing on a stick like a lollipop.”
“Huh. What’ll they think of next? That sounds awesome. I bet you’d be good at it. Seems you’ve got lots of talents.” I thread my fingers through the soft tresses at the base of her neck. “I noticed your screensaver when I set your phone on the nightstand.”
“Oh, my God. You did? My girlfriend put that as my screensaver as a joke the other day. I meant to change it.”
I whistle low. “Hot as fire, sweetness. That’s all I’m sayin’.” I reach down and grab my hard dick and tease her. “You want a hose to play with, I’ve got one right here.”
She whacks me in the ribs with the back of her hand, but with enough force to knock the wind from me. I curl forward with an oomph and start laughing.
She takes her pillow and tries to smother me with it, but I rip it from her hands and toss it aside, rolling on top of her.
“What are you gonna do now, little firefighter?”
She grins and pushes me onto my back, then slides down my body and gives me the best blow job I’ve ever had while I stroke her silky hair and shower her with praise.