CHAPTER ONE
GRAYSON
“Fuck me Grayson! Fuck me, hard!”
It was the third time this week she had assaulted me at the club, dragging me into the storage room, slamming me up against bottles of whiskey and bourbon. I should have said no, but as my cock pumped in and out of her tight hole, there was absolutely no way I was planning on saying no to this juicy pussy.
If Scarlett Chase ever found out I was fucking around with her best friend, she’d kill me. But Rahyne was a temptation I was too weak to deny myself. I mean, the woman sucked dick like no other. Add in her angel like features looking up at me as her red lips slid up and down my shaft, and she was a perfect wet dream.
“Shit!” I gritted as she raised her hips taking me in deeper. I had her on top of the counter in the back room. I couldn’t resist as she spread her legs, her eyes asking me for more.
“Give it to me, Gray! I’ve been craving it all day.”
“You’re a fucking dirty slut, you know that?” I seethed as I felt my body light up by her words.
“But you fucking love it, don’t you? Ahhh!” She screamed as I pounded into her harder. The smacking of wet flesh and the sound of her wet pussy was fucking smutty and I lived off it.
It had become a game in the last few months. How many times could I make her cum? How many times until we got caught?
The first time I took her was at Scarlett and Wolf’s wedding. I had seen her before, at the engagement party, but she hadn’t seemed interested in me at the time. She had flirted and talked to everyone but me. The wench had even gone home with Cain, but I found out later nothing happened. She had given him a peck on the cheek, called him a sweetheart, and slammed the door in his face.
Three weeks later, she was screaming my name on a bathroom counter at the Rooftop Gardens. Now, after six months of having mind blowing sex, she didn’t miss an opportunity to have my cock stuffed deep inside her.
“Oh shit! Shit, Gray, you’re so fucking good at that. I’m gonna cum!”
“Oh yeah?” I slowed down, teasing her.
She arched her back, her blonde curls encompassing her beautiful features. She was all innocence when she was out and about, but behind closed doors she was a total freak, asking to be fucked and getting down on her knees every chance she got. Not that I was complaining.
“D…d…don’t. Don’t stop.” She whispered between intakes of air.
I slammed into her once and then dragged my cock out of her agonizingly slow. “I though you said I couldn’t make you cum even if I tried. Doesn’t seem like your threats are working to your favor, sweetheart.”
“Ohhh. Oh, shit! I can feel you so good. Fuck me faster Grayson, please,” she whispered in my ear as I continued to slowly slide into her. My cock wanted to ravage her, but I was an expert at maintaining control.
I buried my cock up to the hilt and moved my hips, making sure to rub her clit against my pelvic bone. “I’m gonna’ make you have the best orgasm of your life, you little slut.”
“Yes! Yes. Make me your slut! Yes!” She shouted as her body trembled around me. Her pussy clenched down on my shaft and I let myself go, cumming deep inside of her. The stream was so strong I thought I’d ripped right through the condom.
“Fuck Rahyne! You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
Giggling, she pushed me away. She ran a hand down her skirt and propped those pretty breasts back into her dress. Turning, she winked and blew me a kiss. “Until next time, big boy.”
With a pat on the ass, she walked out on me again.
She never stayed long. Never let me take her out to dinner, or even have a chance at a conversation. She was just that, hungry for my cock, and I didn’t want it to stop. She had me addicted to her body, and strangely, I found myself wanting more from her. She was the complete opposite of her friend, Scarlett. Rahyne was wild, yet closed off, and she made it clear that she didn’t want anything serious.
I should be happy, right? Sex with no strings attached, with a beautiful woman no less. But I wasn’t. Month after month of having her body and nothing more had me wondering if she truly wanted me, or just my cock. It shouldn’t bother me. Me! Grayson Carter! Infamous playboy-worried if a girl liked him- I’m a fucking idiot!
I watched as she walked up the stairs, that gorgeous ass, so tantalizingly sexy. I was in deep trouble with this one.
As she walked up, Wolf, our club’s president and my best friend, wandered down. “Hey man. You guys need to keep it down. Scarlett’s going to catch you one of these days.”
“Scarlett’s going to kill me.”
Wolf nodded as he made his way behind the bar. He poured two glasses of whiskey and clicked his glass to mine. “So, when are you going to tell her you love her?”
I nearly spat out the liquor from the shock of his question. “I’m not fucking in love with her!”
Wolf shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“She’s the one who’s been all over me, remember?”
“And from what I can see, you’re practically begging her like a lost puppy.”
“Oh! Fuck off, man! I can have any woman I want.”
Wolf chuckled. “All I’m saying is to admit what you have and roll with the punches.”
“Why don’t you go off with your pretty pregnant wife and leave the rest of the world alone.”
“Scarlett does look gorgeous when she’s pregnant, doesn’t she?” He sighed, a far-off look pasted to his hard face.
Right after the wedding Scarlett had told her beloved husband she was expecting, and since then he’s been in a delirious bubble of happiness. I’d be in that same bubble with him, but we had some serious priorities to deal with.
I snapped my fingers in his face and he frowned as I took him out of his reverie. “Bro, why don’t you focus more on Tuco, instead of your girl? I’ve seen his men coming around the club. One even smashed Riggs’ bike, and you know what that bike means to him.”
The gang, Los Perdidos, had been hanging around the club members for the last few months, seeing how far they could push until one of us snapped. It wasn’t going to be pretty when of us actually did. Maintaining control and keeping a low profile was what the Hell’s Lovers were known for. We gained trust and made connections with some of the top motorcycle clubs across the U.S. Everyone knew they could come to us for a safe haven. Wolf knew we were being put on the spotlight, and although he remained calm and focused, he was just as pissed as I was.
We were all put on alert and made sure to put the word out that the gang was not a friendly to the Hell’s Lovers. Cain, our Sargent at Arms, was put in charge of bringing in new Prospects. If anyone could test those fuckers it was Cain, he was one intimidating mother fucker. We needed to get Riggs back on the road. He needed to go find Gunner and convince Diesel to get his ass back home. He was too busy focusing on taking care of Luna then doing his job. I also wanted him out of my damn apartment.
Wolf had me as his VP for a reason, I got shit done. He may not always like the way I did it, but he trusted me.
Wolf frowned. “We need to handle this quietly. I’m thinking about compromising with him.”
I shook my head. “You’re crazy. That ain’t gonna happen.”
Wolf passed a hand through his hair. “Then what do you suggest?”
“I say we fight fire with fire. Tuco wants to make our lives a living hell so we get off their turf. They’re losing money and gaining nothing in return. But they can’t kill us, first, because it’s nearly impossible for him to touch us without consequences. Second, cause he knows we have as our own serious connections.”
“So, you want to...”
“Use our connections,” I nod.
Wolf remained quiet, staring down at the tabletop. “You know that’s going to have repercussions. Eye for an eye...”
“I’d rather owe them, then have Los Perdidos on our back.”
Wolf thought about it for a moment. With a swift nod, he agreed. “Fine. We’ll go tomorrow night. See what we can do, what they can offer.”
I knew that asking the Death Row Shooters for help was dangerous. They were a known bike gang and scary as all fuck. The Hell’s Lovers were well respected in the biking community, we took people out of jams, and Ravenous was neutral ground for anyone who became a member. The Shooters dealt in drugs, guns, and dirty business, but they liked Wolf. He let them into Ravenous when they needed it the most, so technically, they owed him one. They were our best defense in keeping Tuco at bay. We just needed to make sure our cards were dealt carefully.