Undercover Heat [Men of Iron Horse 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 2

  The corner of his mouth quirked. “No, but I’d still like to know it.”

  When he placed his hand on her hip and moved in closer, she tingled. “Brynn,” she whispered breathlessly, her patience gone. “And if you’re only interested in talking”—she locked onto his gaze—“then, I’m not the gal for you. But if you want to fuck…then let’s do it already.”

  Chapter Two

  Brynn. He repeated her name in his mind a dozen times. He’d noticed her the second he’d entered the bar. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and now, as she cupped his cock and balls in her hand, she was the wickedest. He wasn’t normally into women who were so brazen. He preferred a gentler touch, but the way she looked at him with those hungry hazel eyes, he was no match for the power she had over him.

  An eagerness to have her claimed him and when the dumb fucks he was forced to investigate teased him, he had no choice but to mark her as his. He wouldn’t risk that one of them would make a move on her. For whatever reason, their vulgar behavior toward her filled him with unease. Each time he thought of her, a protective edge sprung up, as well as undeniable lust-driven desires.

  “Are you gonna kiss me or not?” she asked, her tone filled with the same need blasting through him.

  His body swelled with passions he could no longer mask and his cock throbbed against her palm as her grip tightened. She gasped as he pulled her against him. He fixed his eyes on her red lips and a guttural growl rolled from his throat.

  “I’m going to do so much more than that,” he warned and a flicker of lust curled her lips into a crooked grin.

  “Don’t disappoint me.”

  As he crushed his mouth against hers, her arms came around his neck, pulling him even closer. There was a frenzy between them, hands and mouths consuming one another. He wanted to devour her, his mind and body warring with so much passion.

  She held him as she backed up into the corner where some boxes were stacked up. “Lift me up,” she demanded between kisses and he did.

  The height was perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist and she quickly went to work unfastening the belt of his chaps and jeans. She shoved them down his hips and quirked a brow. “No boxers?”

  He grinned. “I need to do laundry.”

  She bit her lip and the look had him wanting to impale her on the spot. Damn, she was the most tempting woman he’d ever seen and she was shredding him down with each touch, each heated look.

  She reached down with one hand and stroked his cock. The other trailed up his waist, then to his ribs, and stopped. He’d forgotten he wore his gun. Brynn was too distracting. Shit.

  “It’s a hazardous business,” he explained, eyeing her hard.

  “Riding motorcycles?”

  He didn’t answer. He simply slipped his hands up under her skirt and lifted the material. He caught a glimpse of her panties, black and red lace. Using the material, he gently parted the swollen folds of her pussy and teased her clit. She arched back, her breathing more erratic.

  “Tank was right,” he rasped.

  “About?”

  “You are wearing panties.”

  She lifted her hips. “But not for long, I hope.”

  He teased his fingers over the hem and slowly brought the material down her hips and legs. He tucked her panties into his pocket and dug the condom out of his pants—a more difficult task with them hanging loosely around his thighs—and placed it beside her on the box.

  Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help himself. With her legs spread wide, he could see everything. She was free of hair and glistening with her arousal. Growling, he lowered his head down and licked her pussy, tasting her thoroughly. Her breathing became more erratic as he sucked and her fingers weaved through his hair, holding him against her.

  Fuck. She tasted as good as she looked. He wanted to feast on her, make her come that way, but he didn’t think he’d last long enough to enjoy it. Hearing her breathless moans was his undoing and he had to take her, had to have her wrapped around his cock.

  He pulled away and pressed a finger inside her tight sheath. When he inserted a second finger, she arched her hips. He pumped in and out of her faster, harder. Then he swirled her wetness over her clit and watched as she unraveled in front of him. Her body quivered against him as she came and he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous that it wasn’t his mouth on her pussy that made her come.

  She picked up the condom, her movement quick. With her feet on his ass, she pulled him closer and put the latex on him. He lifted her hips and brought her to the edge of the box, then shoved inside her. She rolled her hips and arched her back, taking him as deep as he could go.

  He was dreaming. There was no way any of this was real. The feel of her surrounding his cock felt too good. He’d never last.

  He threaded his hands through her hair, calming himself. He didn’t want to seem too eager, but then again, she didn’t seem like the kind of girl who wanted things slow and easy. She wanted them hard and fast. But fuck, he hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. His work had taken away all the pleasure in life. Now he was holding a wildcat in his arms, one who showed no fear or shyness. The last thing he wanted to do was come before he got her off again. He didn’t want to be like the other men who only took when offered something so sweet.

  “Don’t move,” he muttered, sounding like a teenager rather than a thirty-six-year-old man. If she wiggled an inch, he’d come and it would be over.

  She froze, easing back. “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing. I just need a second.”

  Her eyes widened as if figuring out his problem. “Are you kidding me?”

  “What? Has a guy never lost control with you before? I find that hard to believe.”

  “Do you need a nap, too?”

  That got a smirk from him. “No. I’m not tired, sweetheart. I’m just closer to the edge than I want to be.” He untied the lacy straps of her corset and yanked it down, revealing her gorgeous full breast. “I find you incredibly sexy and worth more than just a few minutes’ fuck.”

  She hissed in a breath between clenched teeth as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked. The tips beaded against his tongue as he teased and plucked them with his teeth and lips. She was sweet, a complete contrast to the hard exterior she showed him.

  He moved to her mouth, kissing her with possession, wanting to fuck her like a wild demon. She tasted so damn good, felt better than he imagined. Lord knew he’d been having one wet dream after another where she was concerned. And now he had her and he was going to take her over the brink if it killed him.

  He moved hard, filling her with everything he had. He tried to think of anything to keep from coming, like—cleaning his gun or changing the oil in his motorcycle, but every thought brought him back to the woman in his arms. He gave up, unable to deny just how badly he wanted to possess her. He let it all go, thrusting hard and deeper, hungrily owning her.

  She gripped his arms, holding on as he drilled inside her. Her heavy-lidded expression set him on fire, his body erupting with need as he watched her come undone. Her hands worked their way under his shirt, digging into the flesh of his body. He groaned as her nails scraped over his skin.

  * * * *

  Brynn’s mind was cloudy with lust, her body vibrating. As he thrust inside her, he stared at her, holding her gaze as if connected to her, demanding more from her than she was willing to give. He wasn’t looking at her like a stranger getting his kicks. It was more alarming than that. His gaze was that of a man who cared for a woman and wanted to see the pleasure pour from every cell in her body.

  Quinn surprised the hell out of her and had left her reeling from the aftershocks of her release. She’d never expected him to taste her pussy. Never expected him to want more than a quick fuck. He seemed to savor every minute and demand more and then reciprocated.

  Sex with him wasn’t supposed to feel so extraordinary, so exciting. It was supposed
to satisfy the itch of desire, not make her want more of it. He wasn’t the kind of man she wanted messing up her life, and craving him was dangerous. She wasn’t ready for that. He was a onetime deal. Wanting more of anything with him would only set her up for disaster.

  He kissed her. This time his mouth glided over hers in a sensual caress, a kiss filled with tenderness. He pressed his pelvis forward, rocking his hips.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against her ear.

  His raspy tone stroked her stretched thin nerves and soothed her savaged soul. The powerful grasp of his hands on her body left her breathless. She would’ve preferred his chest bare to touch and kiss, but it wasn’t his chest pleasuring her. It was his cock, mouth, and hands. Those were enough. They had to be. Anything more was a fool’s dream.

  The world around her was fading into oblivion. Her body ripped apart with wild tension and passion. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and cried out, her body shaking with her release.

  Then his mouth was on her neck, kissing and tasting her once more before he groaned, stiffening his entire body. He shuddered against her, clinging to her as he emptied himself inside her. Like longtime lovers, he held her, and she wished she could say she didn’t like it, but she did. Quinn was a dangerous man, a man with whom she needed to sever ties with before her head got caught up and trampled her heart.

  She shoved at his chest to get him to move, the awkwardness of their situation brought to light. “I need to get back to work,” she told him hurriedly, making him step back so she could fix her clothing.

  He didn’t seem bothered by her abruptness. “Sure,” he said, pulling his chaps and jeans back into place. He bent over and picked up her panties that had fallen out of his pants. She held out her hand to take them, but he shoved them into his pocket.

  Was he going to try to keep her underwear? “What the hell are you doing?”

  He grinned and she melted. There was something devilishly sexy about the way one side of his mouth lifted just before the other did. It might also have something to do with the way his eyes darkened as he looked at her.

  Stop that! She had to keep a level head. He’s stealing my panties, for crying out loud.

  “A souvenir,” he said with a wink.

  “I don’t think so,” she said, trying to grab them from his pocket.

  He clasped his fingers around her wrists and spun her around, pinning her up against the door with her arms braced above her head. “I suggest not bending over tonight.” He kissed her hard and instead of being angry, she grew hot everywhere. Then, as he held her wrists together with one hand, the other circled around her ass and kneaded the bare flesh there. “Unless you want me to fuck you from behind.”

  She scoffed, bumping her chest against him. “Get off me.”

  He did, but very slowly. His eyes stayed fixed on hers as he reached for the doorknob. “By the way, I’m kind of thirsty. Maybe you could bring me a beer when you get back to the bar.”

  Her eyes widened, but before she could hit him, shove him, or yell at him, he slipped from the room, chuckling.

  “Asshole,” she grunted out.

  Her chest heaved with vigorous breaths. Not that she was angry. Just the opposite. If Quinn wanted to play games, then she would play, too. “Game on, biker boy,” she muttered, before heading back to the bar to get his damn beer and to win the first round.

  Chapter Three

  After cleaning up, Quinn stepped from the bathroom and headed back to the table to rejoin the club. As he sat down, the questions came at him like bullets from a gun.

  “Any good?”

  “Red on her head, fire in her hole, right?”

  But the one question that made him grin was when Dozer asked, “She wasn’t wearing panties, right?”

  He rubbed his hand over the stolen pair in his pocket, his cock pulsing with the memory of her slick heat. “A gentleman never tells,” he said, casting a look over to see Brynn’s heated glare. She could melt ice with that look. And he liked it.

  Now that he’d taken her and showed interest in her, the others would leave her alone. He hoped.

  He cleared his throat, wondering if his little vixen would bring him a beer or simply throw it at his head. “What’s the plan for tonight?”

  “In a hurry to go somewhere, pretty boy?” Cappy asked, a red bandanna covering his brow. The leader of the club was a salt-and-pepper-haired, middle-aged guy, who’d seen his fair share of hard times.

  “I thought we were going to get a ride in tonight, not just drink beer.”

  “So, eager to leave?” he asked with a snicker, shifting his gaze to Brynn.

  The muscles beneath the skin of his jaw tightened, but he kept his smile forged on his face. “No. Just want to ride.”

  Cappy’s eyes narrowed on him. “I thought you just had.”

  “Maybe we should ask her what she thought about pretty boy here. Maybe he didn’t give it to her good enough and she needs a real man to take care of her,” Dozer said with a chuckle, cupping his balls in a vulgar gesture.

  But before he could come back with a comment suitable for a slime ball like Dozer, Brynn was handing him a beer, then to Quinn’s surprise she sat down on Quinn’s lap. He was confused as hell and getting blindsided by everyone around him.

  She leaned forward, moving her ass over his cock, and he couldn’t help but feel how bare she was. He groaned, biting the inside of his cheek.

  “Welcome to Iron Horse,” she said, with her sweetest smile. “I hope you’re enjoying the new accommodations.” She tightened her butt cheeks, privately rubbing herself on him. “Sadly, we had a fire that closed us up for a bit, but things are back in working order now.”

  Why did everything she say sound like she was talking about his cock? Shit. She was trying to kill him with an erection he could do nothing about. This was payback. She was pissed he’d taken her panties.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked softly, clenching his jaw.

  She twisted to look at him, a coy expression on her face. “I bet you wish I was wearing those panties now, don’t you?” she asked him, her husky voice low and sexy.

  She was teasing him. What he wouldn’t give to turn her around and fuck her senseless. Show her exactly what her rubbing on his crotch was doing to him. Panties or not, she was wicked. And he might just have met his match.

  “All right, well, if you need anything else, be sure to let us know.”

  She wiggled once again before shoving off his lap and heading back to the bar. He quickly leaned forward and pulled the chair closer to the table to hide his erection. All eyes were on him.

  “What?” he asked, feeling their questions like the heat of the sun. “She likes me.”

  The table erupted in laughter and he got plenty of slaps on the back. “Pretty boy did good,” Tank cheered.

  Dozer grumbled.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, he hoped that meant they’d leave her alone. Brynn would never know what her playful teasing had done for him and her. He just hoped she’d continue to play along or he’d never be able to protect her from the cretins who found her brazen behavior noteworthy.

  * * * *

  “And why are we sitting on customers’ laps?” Sam asked, wiping down the counter.

  Brynn swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat. She couldn’t believe what had come over her. Quinn could’ve been a pig about their entire situation, offered her up like some kind of whore. But he hadn’t. He played it cool, even when his cock throbbed against her ass.

  “Stop mothering me,” she ordered, eyeing Sam.

  “Mothering?” Sam scoffed. “First, I’m your manager, not your mother. Second, what’s gotten into you? Layla told me you took a guy to the storeroom to fool around with? Is it the same guy you were just sitting on?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled, turning away to help Zerina at the other end of the bar.


  Sam followed her.

  Great.

  “This behavior needs to stop, Brynn. You can’t do the things you’re doing and expect me to overlook them.”

  She rounded. “You’re right. It won’t happen again.” Her tone was gruff, so unlike her when it came to speaking with her friends.

  Sam’s expression softened. “Why did it happen at all? Is everything all right?”

  She went to rattle off something, but nothing came out. There were no reasons for what she’d done with Quinn. At least, none that she could think of. Somewhere in the night, she’d gone and lost her mind.

  “Customers are waiting,” she said sternly, avoiding the answer.

  There was no way Sam would argue with her. She was a company woman and that bar was the only thing she loved. She would never argue with her taking care of business.

  “This isn’t over, Brynn. You and I are going to have a long talk about what happened tonight.”

  “Sure. Whatever,” she muttered, facing the customers and taking their orders.

  * * * *

  Quinn tossed his keys and a pair of black and red lace panties on his dresser, and then headed for the shower. The night had not gone anything like he had expected and things were taking too long. After months of submerging himself in with the biker club world, he still had no new leads to follow. Nothing had changed since the day he’d been introduced into the group. He had no idea if the club was running drugs, and if it was, who was involved.

  The movies and TV shows were nothing like real clubs. Things moved at a snail’s pace and that often left him frustrated from lack of progress. There were clubs that still were considered rough and dangerous, but that wasn’t the impression he got from Cappy’s group. They were laid-back, older guys. Except for Randy, the newest and youngest member.