“Definitely not. Bikers swear. Boys don’t.”
Ty’s smile faded and his face grew solemn. “I’m going to be a fucking biker when I grow up. I’m going to swear and shoot guns and be in car chases. I’m going to be a Sinner’s Tribe motorcycle man like you. But first you have to teach me how to ride a motorcycle.”
“When you’re older.” He let the swear slide. Boys needed to learn how to cuss so they could express themselves when they became men.
Ty deflated. “I want to learn now. Trevor’s dad plays baseball with him and takes him to football games. And Jason’s dad is building a clubhouse with him. I want you to do things with me. Riding a motorcycle would be epic.”
“And dangerous.”
“I thought that was the point. Or maybe you’re not cool like I thought.” Ty’s bottom lip quivered and Zane’s pulse kicked up a notch. What would he do if Ty cried? Evie would think he was a failure as a dad. Fifteen minutes and he couldn’t keep his son happy.
“I am cool,” Zane protested.
“Prove it.”
Zane narrowed his eyes. What the hell was he supposed to do? What did a eight-year-old kid find cool? “You play vids?”
Ty’s eyes lit up. “Yeah. What games do you play?”
“None. But we got lots of games at the clubhouse and a couple the junior patch play all the time. There’s one guy, Hacker, he…” Zane trailed off when Ty’s face fell. “What’s the matter?”
“I want to play with you.”
“I haven’t played for a long time.” Not since he’d left Stanton. Video games were something he played with Evie and Jagger. He’d thought it almost a sacrilege to play with anyone else.
“Good. Then I’ll win.” Ty raced to the bedroom. “I’ll go grab my stuff. I brought my game console and a couple of games.”
Ten minutes later, awed by his son’s skill with hooking up the complicated system of wires and navigating all the Internet shit that now comprised a modern gaming system, Zane joined Ty on the couch.
“Here.” Ty handed him a controller with so many buttons it resembled an airplane console. He ran through the different commands and started the game before Zane had a chance to assimilate all the information.
Ten seconds later, Ty sighed. “You’re dead. Even mom plays better than you.”
“Even mom?” Evie walked into the living room, her hair damp and curled slightly at the edges. She wore a green dress that hugged every curve and highlighted the emerald of her eyes. So damn beautiful. And last night had gone so damn wrong, although he was still trying to figure out why.
“Gimme a minute to figure it out.” Zane frowned at the character on the screen. How many guns was that guy packing? No way could anyone walk with that much gear, much less leap off a ten-story building. And the magazine for the automatic Ty’s character carried didn’t hold unlimited rounds. Damn unrealistic.
“Move over and I’ll show you how it’s done.” Evie sat beside him on the couch and he inhaled the floral scent of her shampoo mixed with the familiar hint of her jasmine perfume. His groin tightened when her body pressed up against him, despite the few extra inches of space between her and the armrest, and he was immediately transported back to all the afternoons he spent trying to focus on their games while trying to quell the throb of teenage arousal. But the party in his pants really got started when she reached over him to take the extra controller from Ty, her breasts brushing across his chest.
Damn. He had to get a grip. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, and Ty was sitting beside him. He closed his eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths. When he opened them and saw her smirk, he knew she was teasing him on purpose, and a weight lifted from his shoulders. Okay. Maybe he hadn’t screwed it up too bad.
And he wasn’t messing up the damn game either. Yeah, she’d been a good player when they were kids, but he was a man now. He knew how to shoot for real and those pussies on the screen were his for the taking. He put his thumbs on the keypad and started firing.
“You’re dead.”
“What?” He glared at Ty and Evie, both laughing now.
“Mom killed you. She’s a tenth level Feline. You need to stay away from her claws.”
“Roawr.” Evie made a mock swipe at him with her fingers and he caught her hand and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips over her knuckles until her eyes darkened with arousal.
“Just wait, Feline,” he murmured. “And I’ll show you how I deal with those little claws.”
“You’re dead, too, Mom. You got distracted.” Ty bounced on the couch. “I win. I’ll reset.”
Evie glanced over at the screen. “I’ve got three power bars left. I’m very much alive, my feeble human friend.” With one hand still in Zane’s grasp, she leaned over and tickled Ty and they both fell back on the couch laughing.
Alive.
He’d never felt as alive as he did right now, with his Evie beside him doing what they’d always loved to do, and his son—his son—laughing on the couch. Yeah, he loved the Sinners, and he would never leave them. But he’d been living in the shadows since he left Stanton, and now it was time to come into the light.
Only one thing stood in his way.
He dropped Evie’s hand and picked up the controller. “Where’s the bad guy? It’s time he got a taste of Sinner’s steel.”
And when he was done with that bad guy, Viper would be next.
SEVENTEEN
Don’t sweat it if you don’t have formal motorcycle repair training. Experience and the desire to do a good job win out every time.
—SINNER’S TRIBE MOTORCYCLE REPAIR MANUAL
“Seriously?”
Zane looked over his shoulder long enough to raise his eyebrow, then resumed his guard position at the window in the coffee shop. “Whipped cream on black coffee?”
“Seriously.” Evie squirted an extra inch of whipped cream on her large Americano. Her coffee headache had hit her hard after they finished their video game—no wonder since she hadn’t had any coffee since yesterday morning, and she hadn’t slept last night after the most thrilling sexual experience of her life—and Zane had made a reluctant stop at the coffee shop on their way to the clubhouse.
She shivered, remembering their encounter in the forest: the rasp of Zane’s breath behind her; the potent mix of fear and excitement; and the feel of his hand around her neck when he finally caught her.
But more than that, she had been moved by his tenderness. Despite her emotional retreat, he carried her back to the clubhouse, washed and bandaged her feet, and then left her in the apartment without saying a word, as if he knew she needed to be alone.
And he was right. The intensity of their encounter had scared her, just as Zane scared her. And for all that she kept telling herself he was going to leave, no matter how hard she pushed, he wouldn’t go away.
“You should try it.” She offered him the cream-laden cup.
“Thanks, but I like my coffee black.” Zane sipped his filter coffee. “Pure. And I can think of better uses for a can of whipped cream.”
Desire flared white-hot inside her and her cheeks heated. She dipped her head and handed the canister to Ty, then glanced up again through the curtain of her lashes.
Zane caught her gaze, his sensuous lips parting in an erotically charged smile. Yes, she could imagine what he’d do with a bottle of whipped cream. And despite all her protests last night, she would be fully on board.
While Ty smothered his hot chocolate with cream, Evie took the first sip of her coffee, letting the mixture of bitter liquid and thick sweetness slide over her tongue. Ah. So good. She needed the kick. Hopefully one would be enough.
“Should we go?” She took the canister from Ty and placed it on the counter.