Dipping his finger between her legs, he spread her wetness. His balls tightening at the smooth silkiness. For a second, he regretted not taking her at the clubhouse. There would've been an empty bedroom upstairs. He could've taken his time, discovered exactly how she wanted to be touched, and taken his fill of her.
He lined up his cock at her pussy. His toes curled in his boots. He wanted to nail her and take what he knew would be the most pleasure he'd had in days, but he slid into her slowly.
Dinah's head came up, and a low mewl escaped her. "Hard. Faster."
His chest expanded. He'd picked a winner. A woman after his own heart.
He grabbed her hips and plunged into her. Getting a taste of her tight pussy grabbing his dick, he withdrew, keeping the head of his cock inside her, and slammed back in.
Dinah came up on her toes. Her ass tightened.
Urged on, he pounded inside of her as if he was on a personal mission to bring her to climax.
Sweat dotted his forehead. His erratic movements fighting against his need to unload inside of her.
He leaned over, grinding while inside of her, and reached around her and cupped her breast. "Sweet piece."
She bucked underneath him. He held her in place, his strokes shorter, faster as her breast bobbed in the palm of his hand.
Her knees weakened, and her body dipped. The muscles at the back of his legs constricted as he held her up.
In her ear, he whispered, "I got you."
"Yes." She flipped her hair.
The long strands caressed his arm. He let go of her hip and used both hands on her breasts, straightening her body, balancing her in front of him. Taking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, he tugged lightly and thrust his cock in her pussy from behind.
Thankful for her long legs, he moved in and out, over and over.
She raised her arms and reaching behind her, grabbed his hair with both hands. He rocked to his toes. Her pussy squeezed down on him, and her body stiffened.
His balls lifted and all the blood in his body centered around his cock, pulsating fast.
"God, yes." Dinah moaned out her release.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her back to his chest while he grabbed on to the hood of the Jeep, keeping them both on their feet. And, came hard.
Exhaling harshly, he closed his eyes, shaking the high off him. Dinah stepped forward, slipping from his cock, and tugged her skirt down. He pulled the condom off his dick. The night caught up with him.
He pulled his jeans up and spotted a garbage can behind him next to the building. Throwing away the condom, he buckled his belt and turned around to see how Dinah was doing, and the door of the Jeep closed, headlights came on, and the engine revved to life.
Standing in front of her vehicle, he could only watch her back out of the parking spot and squeal her tires in her hurry to leave.
"Well, fuck," he muttered.
She'd ditched him.
Chapter 2
The train whistled. Dinah Reed stood on the porch of the rental house at dusk watching the wheels turn on the steel rails. The sound deafening and yet made her feel alive.
She had stayed outside most of the day, hoping Monica would notice her and come over for a visit, but despite her efforts, she hadn't seen anyone coming and going from Slag Motorcycle Club. The gate at the end of the alley in view of her house, across the tracks, remained closed.
Her phone vibrated. She pulled out the cell and answered, knowing who it would be.
"Hello?" She covered her other ear in case the train whistled again.
"Where are you?"
She rolled her eyes at her brother's tone. Tony should be here instead of passing the job on to her.
His whole life, he'd neglected his responsibilities, forcing others to do his dirty work. Clear back to the time he and Brad, Dinah's oldest brother, took guardianship of her after their parents died, she'd been forced to save his ass because no one else would help him.
"Where do you think I am?" She looked over her shoulder at the front of the house.
Tony had rented the run-down single-story house next to the train tracks going through Portland for her use. Every night when the whistles went off and the trains went by, the house rumbled, and she damned him to hell. In the month she'd stayed here, she hadn't received a full night's sleep.
It was ridiculous that at thirty-nine years old, her brother was still getting in trouble. Being thirteen years younger than Tony, he still had ways of manipulating her, which was how she ended up living here. And, the fact that she was jobless after being laid off at the car dealership back home gave her no excuse not to try and help her brother.
She owed him and Brad—something he was always reminding her. They could've dumped her into state care when their parents died. Raising a young child when her brothers were barely adults ruined their lives and put more hardships on them than she could count.
"I need you to get closer to the Slag members," said Tony.
Last night, she got as close as possible to one of them. She looked over at the clubhouse and swallowed the tightness in her chest. Having sex with a member hadn't been part of her plan.
She was lonely. She was frustrated. And, Brage was hot.
Some of the other members had hit on her at the party, and even when she'd visited the bar in front of the clubhouse, she'd seen the looks and accepted the flirting to pass the time. But none of them appealed to her the way Brage had.
He'd seemed untouchable. There was something about the way he stayed to himself during the party that appealed to her. A bad boy she wanted to conquer.
His prominent brow
