Vicious Heart (Desert Kings MC #2)

3. Riley

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Riley

I was angry. My arm still stung from where he’d clutched it so tight. I’d been embarrassed I’d caused him problems and that I was being reprimanded. But the callous way he’d spoken to me, looked at me, hadn’t scared me.

He’d pissed me off. Even more his thinking he could bully me into submission.

I knew better than to start a fight right in front of everyone. I’d gotten that message loud and clear.

This one was coming in crystalline. The wildness in his eyes, the feel of his arousal against my stomach, the way his body stopped short of trembling. I hadn’t just made him jealous; I’d turned him on a ridiculous degree.

And I liked it.

He moved fast, tucking me against him and tossing a hand signal in the air to Merc. A quick, we’ve got to go. Judging by Val Soletsky’s boisterous, knowing laugh—they all knew why.

“You make quite a show, darlin’,” he whispered in the brief pause as the DJ switched songs.

The club flashed by after that, a blur of flashing lights and body parts. He didn’t run, but Cam threaded through the crowd like his boots were on fire. Anticipation licked up from my middle. The dancer had been sexy; even I couldn’t deny that.

But the way Cam had watched me, the reaction the lap dance evoked in him—was so much more.

The evening air was cool, the sun was an afterthought on the horizon, the sky more purple than blue or pink. Cam stopped on the broken pavement, glanced to his left and then to his right before pulling me to the right around the side of the building.

A smaller building butted up to the side, window-less and barely noticeable, painted the same color as the desert beyond. Designed to be nondescript in the ways of onsite storage. He spun, pushing me against the building.

I had a second to gasp before his mouth crushed down on mine. His hands gripped my hips, lifting until my legs wrapped around his waist. His kiss took no prisoners, ripped me open raw, and took everything.

Whatever anger I’d had and the embarrassment that still tumbled around in my brain were sucked up in a vortex of sensation.

He turned me inside out.

I kissed him back, one hand around the side of his neck, the other gripping the back of his head. We rushed toward something big, all tongue and teeth and lips and heat.

He ripped his lips away long enough to nibble across my jaw. “I’m about to do very dirty things to you, darlin’. If you don’t want it, right here, right now, say so.”

“Cam.” I reached for his belt, too excited to want anything but him. All of him. Right here, tucked between the buildings, only feet away from the front door to the club where people were starting to line up to enter. “I want you.”

“Good.” He pushed my legs off, and my boots clunked to the ground. Cam didn’t wait for me, just shoved everything I wore to my ankles. There was a second for me to register being half nude in public.

Then he was on me, the sound of his belt coming loose as he jerked me up again. I kicked out of my shorts and wrapped around him.

He drove his cock inside me, once, hard, and I groaned, not caring if anyone saw me. I wanted him, all of him. I didn’t even think about protection until that moment. As if he knew, he chuckled and moaned against my throat.

“I’ll pull out.”

And that was that. He moved, fast and hard, over and over. The rough side of the building dug into my back and the top of my ass. But I didn’t care. The entire thing was so sexy, so forbidden, so hot that I came fast.

“Baby…” Cam groaned, kissing my lips and thrusting his tongue against mine.

I trembled, wracked with shocks of pleasure. But he didn’t stop, pushing me past the orgasm, fucking me until I had to squeeze my eyes shut against the salacious sensation.

And then he jerked, pulling his cock all the way out of me, a sticky warmth coating the inside of my thigh.

I wrenched my lips from his, gasping, fighting to suck in the night air.

As quickly as he’d undressed me, Cam pulled a gold and black handkerchief from his pocket. I’d seen the other guys wear them so that they showed out their back pockets. The MC’s colors.

He cleaned my leg, wiping himself off as well, before kneeling in front of me. He tossed the handkerchief and picked up my shorts and panties, shaking them off and holding them out so I could step into them.

From furious and rough, to aroused and undeniable, and now gentle…Cam had hit all the buttons in the last half hour. It was a whirlwind that left me dizzy but satisfied.

I zipped and buttoned my shorts while he put himself back together, still kneeling in front of me. He paused before standing, resting his face against my thighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. That was fucking hot.”

He shook his head, his goatee tickling the sensitive skin there. I knew what he meant, though, and stroked both sides of his head with the tips of my fingers. He was so sexy, kneeling there in front of me, everything I could ever want.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that, but…” He gazed up at me, and in the shadows, I could make out the remorse on his face. “It scared me. We have to be careful. Don’t say shit to anyone, don’t give anyone reason to make me…”

Trailing off, he nuzzled me again then stood. “Let’s go.”

“Make you what, Cam?” I asked, pushing off the wall and sliding my hand into his.

He stopped at the edge of the building, long enough to light a cigarette, take a drag, and glance at me. “Hurt someone.”

I would have laughed it off, but the shadows that danced in his eyes were the sort of thing nightmares were made out of. Tendrils of something unexpected skittered up my spine and I shivered despite the warmth. But not from fear, but some sort of primal excitement. Because he was speaking the truth and I wanted more of that side of him.

Almost to the bike, a woman climbed from a dark SUV and caught sight of us. She made a beeline for Cam, trailed her fingers over the patch on his chest, and winked. Cam politely shoved her hand off and kept walking.

When I glanced over my shoulder, she stood and watched us, a sad and almost wistful expression on her face. The look was a stark contrast to the rest of her. She wore a fur stole, diamond earrings winking at her ears, and a silky dress that clung to every curve in a way that was as classy as it was sexy.

She blinked once, as if really seeing me, then put on a bright smile. Then she ducked inside that club.

“Who was that?” I asked at the bike.

Cam shrugged. “One of Val’s girls.”

“A dancer?”

Cam chuckled. “No, darlin’. Not a dancer. She’s an escort. I’ve seen her around before.” He got really quiet, like an iron door slammed shut on his face.

“I never took you for the hooker type.”

“Not me.” He crushed the cigarette out under his boot. “Archer.”

“Oh.” That put the entire weird exchange into perspective.

At least Archer had good taste. She was beautiful.