Meet Cade & Dawn in
Beyond the Cut!
The newest addition to the
Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club Series is NOW LIVE!
Excerpt #2
“Dawn,
babe. You are so beautiful you could make a priest sin.”
“Good
thing then I already have a Sinner.”
When his
palm cupped the smooth perfection of her breast, and his thumb brushed gently
over her taut, rosy nipple, he couldn’t hold back. With a groan, he eased her
back on the desk, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Touch
me,” she whispered.
“What my
old lady wants, my old lady gets.” He smoothed his hands along her inner
thighs, his fingers brushing over the lace tops of her stockings and along the
garter elastics, until he reached her lace panties. She liked lace. He
remembered tearing lace panties off her before, the soft rend of material as
erotic a sound as her whimper when he stroked her wet pussy.
“More,
Cade. Don’t tease.”
His body
shook like it was his first time, like he had at the age of fourteen when he
discovered he could lose himself in a woman’s embrace and the shouting and
crying and screaming he heard at home would fade away beneath moans and
whimpers of desire. He couldn’t stop the pain, but at least he could give
pleasure.
He cupped
her breast in his hand, tugging down her bra to take her nipple in his mouth.
“Oh God.”
Dawn arched off the desk, offering him more. Her hands slid over his chest,
sending wave after wave of heat down to his cock. Unable to stop himself, he
ground his erection against the curve of her sex until he was on the verge of
spilling himself like a teenage boy.
Her hips
rocked against him, her heels digging into his back. With her head thrown back,
her hair spread around her in a golden wave, she was a goddess, devastatingly
beautiful, irresistibly wanton . . . and his.
Mine. Overwhelmed with a need
to claim her, he grasped the edge of her panties and eased them over her hips,
sliding them over her lean legs and off. Too pretty to tear away.
He heard
her gasp, and if he hadn’t been so wound up, he would have savored her, licked
the salty sweetness from her skin, and teased her nipples until she writhed
beneath him. But that was for another time. Another place. A night when they
weren’t the guests of honor at their own party and everyone would be wondering
where they were. Now was about sex. Rough and raw. Pure and primal. Now was
about making her truly his.
“Are you
wet for me, babe?” His hand dropped to his belt and he worked at the buckle.
“So wet.”
“Are you
hot?” The buckle gave way and he tore open his fly.
“So hot.”
“Legs on
my shoulders.” He pulled a condom from his pocket and ripped it open with his
teeth, then sheathed himself as she positioned herself, calves on his
shoulders, her glistening pussy wet and inviting.
“Now,”
she demanded.
He
entered her with one hard thrust, his hands around her thighs, holding her in
place. Dawn arched against him, rocked into his rhythm, her hands clenched
tight on the lip of the desk.
“God, you
feel so good.”
The desk
squeaked across the floor as he hammered into her. When he felt the little
quivers in her sex that told him she was close, he traced his thumb over her
clit, spreading her moisture up and around until her legs tightened around him
and her heels dug into his freshly dressed wound. Pleasure-pain suffused his
body and he felt a familiar pressure at the base of his spine.
The
doorknob rattled and Cade froze. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Not again. Someone’s
gonna die.”
“Hey you
two,” Tank yelled. “Come outta there and join the party, or else we’re coming
in.”
Cade
heard laughter and the sound of voices. His cock throbbed so painfully his eyes
watered. “Fuck off.”
“Maybe we
should . . .”
He thrust
deep and Dawn’s back arched. “Oh God. So close. Make them go away.”
“Pleasure.”
Cade reached across the desk for his gun. Sex with his old lady was serious
business. Not to be disturbed. Especially when he was so damn close he had to
grit his teeth against the pain.
“No. I
didn’t mean—”
He fired
at the door, aiming his shots at the ceiling. A woman screamed. The brothers
gathered outside the door roared with laughter.
“Catch
you at a bad time, brother?” Sparky shouted. “We need to know if you’re
fighting at the next fight.”
“This is
worse than a civilian wedding,” Dawn muttered. “Although we’re supposed to be
in a fancy hotel room when we’re hazed.”
Cade
placed the gun on the table beside her. “My woman doesn’t get interrupted when
she’s about to come.”
“That’s
sweet, in a
terrifying-ruthless-biker-I’ll-be-totally-humiliated-when-we-walk-out of-here
kinda way.”
“Fucking
me is not humiliating. Most of the girls out there would die to take your
place.”
Dawn
glanced from side to side, taking in the dingy room, and then laughed. “First
of all, I am reassured that you do not suffer from a lack of self-confidence.
Second, how about you get on with the program. Since they all now know what
we’re up to, we might as well enjoy it so I can lord it over all those girls
who are dying to take my place. And third, if you do any more shooting, someone
probably will die.”
The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club Series
Reading Order
Rough Justice (Book One)
Beyond the Cut (Book Two)
About the Author:
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled
abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans
and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance
and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who
tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance
series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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