CHAPTER FOUR
RAHYNE
The next evening, was my first night on the job and I was following Meg around the club as she showed me the ropes. Scarlett had shown me the bar the night before, but now Meg was giving me a fully detailed tour. She had taken me behind the stage curtain and led me to the girl locker rooms, we entered a few of the back rooms, each with a different color, blue, crimson, violet and white. Each room had its own theme and comfortable king sized bed.
The rooms had me intrigued. They were not to be used by just anyone, only the brotherhood and very exclusive members could use these back rooms. If the brotherhood or any member seeking refuge needed a place, then that’s what Ravenous was all about. It was a place where these men could kick up their feet and be treated like kings without any questions, repercussions, or fear of being shot dead.
When using this part of the club they were to follow four simple rules: no violence of any kind, used with invitation only given solely by one of our lovely ladies or a Hell’s Lover, safe words were a must at all times, and absolutely no guns. Guns were to be checked in at the bar if this was the case. I was curious about the rules, but didn’t ask too many questions. I did ask one important question to Meg.
“What happens if they break the rules?”
She turned to me and grimaced. “I don’t know”
“You don’t know?”
She shrugged. “No one has ever broken the rules. Then again, no one ever breaks the Hell’s Lovers rules.”
I smiled and winked at her. “Except for Wolf, that is.”
She gave me a hearty laugh and slapped her hip. “Damn straight. Best rule he’s ever broken was marrying that pretty friend of yours.”
I shook my head and passed another room. She paused and looked up at me. “No one enters this room. The Black Velvet room is never to be used by anyone but Cain, not even I’m allowed in it. He has his own key and comes and goes as he pleases. Wolf, Grayson, and the brotherhood never questioned it, and neither do we.”I nodded in acknowledgment and continued on.
Next was Grayson’s office, set in the far back corner of the building. It was filled with security screens that were focused on every corner of the club. His scent permeated the air and I lingered there for a few minutes before following her to my soon-to-be office which was next door. We spent hours talking about the club’s reports and how she kept track of the numbers. She also told me about the exclusive memberships and who was or wasn’t allowed into Ravenous. Then she took me back to the inventory room. I bit my lip, trying not to smile as an image of Grayson slamming me against one of the boxes came to mind. Now that I knew there were beds in the back, I might have to get Grayson to share the meaning of those rules with me, especially the one about the safe word.
“We carry a pretty good variety of drinks, but most of our customers like the four horsemen.”
I smiled. “Jim, Jack, Johnnie and Jose. The sexiest men behind the bar.”
She laughed. “I like that. You’re quick, smart. Where’d you work before?”
I shrugged. “I’ve had a few jobs here and there. My last job was as an assistant manager at an upscale restaurant. My boss was a douchebag. He grabbed my ass and I kicked him in the balls. Needless to say, I had to leave.”
Meg frowned. “Good for you. Guys can be rough to handle, especially in this environment. I’ll give you a tip, don’t leave the counter. As soon as you step away from that bar, every man will want to touch you, especially a pretty blonde like yourself. That bar’s your protection, it means you belong to the Hell’s Lovers, no one can touch you there.”
My eyebrow shot up. “Is everyone aware of this?”
Meg shrugged. “If they aren’t, it only takes a few seconds for them to get the rules down. The advantage is that you have Scarlett and Wolf protecting you, so the boys will be keeping an eye on you.”
I nodded. “Good to know.”
“Shipments come in the second and fourth Wednesday of the month for the hard stuff, so you have to be here at the crack of dawn to receive them. It gives us enough time to switch out what we need for the weekend. Wine and the fruity mixes come in once a month. Really depends on when you order them.”
I took down notes as she continued to point out the different liquors and where they went. At eight o’clock we were back out front.
“Alright. Bar opens in an hour. Make me four drinks, free hand, in five minutes.”
Interesting, I thought, since most places used a jigger, but I was pretty good at eyeing the amount, and I was great at handling the bottles. I prepared a Four Horsemen, a Manhattan, a Red Headed Slut, and my personal favorite, the Long Island. She watched me carefully as she timed me. I took six minutes, but she looked impressed. She took a sip of each and nodded.
“Not bad. Where’d you learn to do all that fancy stuff?”
“Hey, I paid my college tuition doing all that fancy stuff. Tom Cruise was a good teacher.”
That made her crack up and I laughed right along with her. We were enjoying the moment, when I suddenly felt the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I felt him before he even spoke. His scent hit my senses, weakening my knees. I turned to him slowly, bracing myself for how scrumptious he looked. Sure enough, he walked in wearing his leather vest covered in patches and a tight white t-shirt that molded to every one of those brawny muscles that made my mouth water.
“What’s so funny?” His sly boyish smile made me want to smile back, but I held it back from him trying to maintain my professionalism.
Meg frowned. “None of your business, pretty boy.”
He raised his hands up and winked at me. “Can I at least be nosy and inquire about the lovely lady behind the bar with you?”
Meg narrowed her eyes on him. “Don’t be bothering my employees, Grayson Carter.”
He shrugged. “You know I need to know who everyone is, Meg. Now, why don’t you let me talk to the pretty lady?”
I hid a smile and looked down at my hands. The way he was looking at me made me blush for the first time. He was never so open at showing his hunger for me; then again, he never had a chance to. I made sure we were never seen in public together. But now, in front of Meg, I started to feel shy over his advances. I had to admit, I actually liked it.
Meg sighed. “Fine. We open in thirty minutes. I’ll be in the back doing inventory. Holler if you need me.”
I nodded as she turned to leave, she looked pointedly at Grayson. “Hands to yourself, pretty boy.”
His smile widened as she disappeared down the hall. He leaned forward and downed the Four Horsemen. “Now that’s a good drink. So, are you our sexy new bartender?”
I smiled back. “Try bar manager.”
His eyes widened. “Seriously?” I nodded and gave him a sly smirk. “So, does that mean I get to see you every night?”
I laughed. “I suppose. But I take my work very serious.” I leaned in towards him until our breaths mingled. “Which pretty much means I don’t shit where I eat.”
He tilted his lips into a lopsided grin. “I guess you’ve already broken that rule, haven’t you?”
His lips barely touched mine and I closed my eyes inhaling the scent of him, mint and fresh linen with a touch of whiskey; he smelled like home.
“Mmm, baby, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back all night.”
I opened my eyes and winked at him. “Well, you’re gonna have to try, pretty boy.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, and the next thing I knew he was leaping over the counter, grabbing me around the waist, and fully pressing me against the hard planes of his body. My whole body immediately melted into his. He pressed his lips against my neck and I breathed out softly.
“Mmm, but you taste so good.” He moaned, and I could feel myself soaking my panties. “I like those jeans on you.” He bit my collarbone and I gripped his arms as the tingling sensation ran down to my tiptoes. “They make your ass look fantastic. I wanna rip them off and bend you over.”
“You’re going to get us in trouble.” I whispered.
He chuckled and flipped me around, my back leaning against his chest. “Isn’t that what you live for?”
His hands came around my stomach and his hot breath tickled my neck. I watched in slow motion as he unbuttoned my jeans. His hand made its way into the waistband of my underwear and I snapped out of my sex haze, placing a hand on his wrist to stop him.
“Meg’s in the back,” I whispered hesitantly.
“Shhh. You’re going to have to practice being quiet, then.” His warm hand continued to slide down my pelvis, tickling my mound until his fingers glided along my wet slit. I gasped and he groaned.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He took his hand out, his fingers glistening with my juices, and I watched as he put them to his mouth and sucked on them. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
I half-whimpered, half-groaned and leaned my head against his shoulder. There was no way of denying him even if I tried. He took advantage of this as his lips met mine in a heated, greedy kiss. His lips were hot and hard, sending me into a whirlwind of need. I didn’t notice he had slipped my jeans and underwear down until I felt his hands run up my bare thighs.
“Grayson…” I whispered incoherently.
“We’re down to fifteen minutes, baby.”
My breathing became labored as his hands travelled up my torso and slipped my bra up, palming my breasts in his large, warm hands. Chills travelled through me, making a drop of wetness slide down my thigh.
“Fuck, I need you.” I whispered.
He chuckled again and the vibrations of his voice sent a thrill through my greedy pussy. “Let’s see if I can give you what you need, then.”
His mouth suckled on my shoulder and I heard the pull on the zipper of his pants. Next thing I knew the steel silkiness of his cock was spreading my folds wide open. I whimpered and bit my lip trying to keep quiet.
He guided my shoulders down, demanding me to bend over the narrow bar sink. My jeans were now at my ankles, and God knows where my underwear had gone, another pair torn of course. I made a mental note to make sure not to wear any next time.
He had me just where he said he wanted me and my breath caught as he impaled me on his enflamed pole in one swift move.
“Fuuuck.” He groaned. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
I moaned and hung my head down, gripping the sink as I felt his thickness fill me up completely. Every time he entered me it felt better than the last. No man had ever had this effect on me, this power over my body, I was his to do with as he wanted and I loved every minute of it.
I felt his hot rod slide out and then push into me slowly and steadily. He wasn’t in a hurry to get off. He wanted me to feel each and every single inch of his thick muscle.
His hands roamed my legs and hips and I gave out a high-pitched whimper, loving the feel of his hands on me.
“Oh baby, you feel too good to be true.”
His hips started to plunge into me in a deep, steady push-and-pull that drove me right to the edge. I tightened my pussy walls around him, milking him as he pulled out, and he grunted and sunk his head into my hair.
I arched my hips into every thrust and reading my mind, he reached around me and slipped his fingers onto my clit. He pinched and circled it, fiddling with it until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“More…more, Grayson. Harder. Fuck me harder,” I whispered.
He swiveled his hips and the urgency to make me fall off that edge began. His hand tightened around my waist and I could feel the heat of his body against my back. His warmth seeped into my loins making me feel safe and protected.
“I want to keep you, Rahyne. God, let me keep you?”
His husky plea and the sensations he was producing in me while feverishly working my clit, had me spiraling into one of the most frantic orgasms I’d ever had.
I felt his nails dig softly into my thighs and he dragged them up the tender skin, the hint of pain gave me a pleasure that nearly brought me to my knees. He then smacked my ass making my pussy pulse as I trembled around him.
He dug his fingers into my skin as he rammed his cock into me, stealing my breath away as another wave of pleasure coursed through me. I clenched onto him as he swelled inside me, and gasped as he quickened his pace and finally found his release. I didn’t know if he’d put on a condom, but in that moment, I didn’t really care.
He dropped his head and I could feel his ragged breaths on my lower back. I was glad for his arms around me, since I was sure if he let me go, I’d crumble to the floor. Slowly he squeezed me and slipped out of me. I leaned on the bar sink, catching my breath and shocked from the incredible sex I just had. I felt his hands glide down my legs and I shivered, our connection had been so strong. He didn’t say a word when he dragged my jeans up, or when he leaned me back against him to button them up, not even when he cupped my breasts, making me jump as he gave each nipple a last pinch before gently tucking them back into my bra. He squeezed my hips and kissed my neck softly.
“I’ll see you later, Rahyne Andrews.”
I nodded, and felt him slip away, leaving a slight emptiness. Turning, I watched him go up the stairs. He turned to look back at me and winked. My body hummed from his attention and I leaned back on the bar trying to get myself together.
That had to be the most intense sex I’d ever had and it made me want him all the more. I looked around wondering if any of those cameras in his office focused on the bar. When I spotted the one right over my head, I smiled, knowing Grayson would enjoy our little show later. I went back to work, imagining how he’d get off to our love-making, and I wondered if he’d ever let me watch.