does, I can take care of myself.” She leaned up and nipped his earlobe. “And you know what?” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “It makes me hot.”
“How hot?”
Evie pressed her lips to his ear and murmured. “So hot I want you to strip off my clothes, spread me out on the hood of the 300C, and then lick me until I scream. Then I want you to flip me over and fuck me hard, one hand in my hair pulling me back, one hand on my hip, holding me tight, as my nails scratch the paint and my hips smack against the grill, and the whole car shakes from the force of your thrusts as you hammer in to me with all the brothers watching.” Then she ground her hips against his hardened length. “That hot.”
He slid his hands down her back, cupped her ass and lifted her against him. “You talk dirty like that to me, sweetheart, prepare to have your wish come true.” He carried her away from the brothers to the front of the vehicle and settled her on the hood. Then he eased himself between her parted legs, held her face between his hands and kissed her hard. “You’re on the vehicle. What comes next?”
Evie’s eyes sparkled with the challenge, and she licked her lips. “You strip me.”
He slid his hands under her shirt. Although he had no intention of letting his brothers see what was for his eyes alone, he wanted to know just how far she would take this. Pretty far, he guessed, because in this moment she reminded him of the Evie he had left behind—the risk taker—confident, wild, fun and free.
“I do this, that mean we’re good again?” He smoothed his hands over her warm skin. “Can you deal with Jagger occasionally taking out his frustrations on me when I bend the rules?”
Evie mocked a frown. “If you put yourself in that position again, you’ll get no loving for all the nights you’re hurting. So before you make any stupid decisions, like putting your life at risk, just think about that.” She covered his hands with hers and pushed her shirt up to the bottom of her bra, baring her midriff.
A dark possessive growl left his lips and he tugged her shirt down. “Not here. Otherwise, I’ll have to kill all the brothers for looking at you and then we’ll never save T-Rex.”
“Too bad.” She slid closer until the curve of her sex pressed up against his cock, now straining beneath his fly. “I always wanted to be fucked on a car.”
“Behave.” He gave her a mock slap on the ass. Her eyes widened and her lips parted forming a silent oh. Zane filed that reaction away for later.
Jagger rounded the vehicle and cleared his throat, intruding on their moment. “All ready to drop off the parcel? Hacker and Tank will be here soon with the trucks.”
“Actually, I’d rather wrap her around a street light,” Evie said. “Just like Viper did to my car.”
Jagger handed her Sparky’s red bandanna. “You’ll have to settle for this. It’s as close as we’ll get to a bow.”
Evie laughed and twisted it between her hands. She seemed to have forgiven Jagger, which was a relief since Zane harbored no ill will toward him. He’d put Jagger in that position knowing the consequences, and in the end the sacrifice was worth it for the knowledge they’d gained about the Black Jack compound.
Sweat trickled down Zane’s back and it wasn’t just from the heat. How could he stop this? He’d almost lost Evie again. His heart couldn’t handle anymore.
“It’ll be fine.” Evie gave Zane’s arm a squeeze. “I know that look on your face and I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not going into the clubhouse. I’ll drop Doreen off and once they open the gate I’ll drive away.”
“We’ll be covering her from the hill,” Jagger said. “Even if Doreen tells them who she is, they won’t be able to catch her, and you and Cade should have just enough time to get through the fence.”
Why did Jagger keep pretending he was on board with this plan? No way would he have agreed to allow Arianne to drive a vehicle right up to Viper’s door. Not that he could have stopped her … just as it seemed he wouldn’t be able to stop Evie unless he wanted to throw her over his shoulder, caveman style. The thought held some appeal.