Gin's Longing

by Joy Blood

  I let out a groan and shift myself behind her so I can run my tongue up her slit to that puckered ring of flesh. She lets out a surprised breath, then relaxes as I continue my exploration with my tongue.

  I pull back and line my cock up with her pussy and slowly press inside making her shudder. The ripples of her inner muscles clamp down, and I try my best not to start plundering her pussy so I don’t fuck this up and make her come too soon. I keep up the slow pace and take my thumb to my mouth, wetting it, then I bring it to her asshole. She freezes at the contact. When I run my hand up along her spine, she seems to relax enough for me to press in. “Oh, Gin.” Her voice is hardly recognizable as she pushes back onto me, her body telling me she wants more. “Yes,” she moans as my thumb starts to go in time with my cock. “Ahhh. It feels so weird, but good,” she says, making me chuckle.

  “Just you wait, babe.” I pull my thumb from her ass and replace it with the head of my cock. I press in. Bit by bit. Pausing when she tenses up, and strumming her clit until she relaxes again. “That’s it. Take it all, babe. Take my cock in your ass,” I growl. Her responding words are garbled and mixed with moans of pleasure as I fully seat myself in her heat. “You good?” I ask, bringing her back flush to my front.

  “Yes. Please don’t...don’t stop. Please.” She wiggles against me, and my hips pull back and surge forward, bottoming out again. She gasps, and I continue, bringing my hand down to her pussy to thrust in two fingers in time with my dick.

  “I can feel how close you are, babe. Let it go. Come all over my fingers.” He pussy clamps down hard at my words, giving me only seconds before I’m coming too. The intensity of my orgasm makes me press her forward into the bed, lodging myself as deep as possible, until I’m spent.

  “That was...wow,” she says breathlessly into the bed. I shift us slightly so her back is nestled to my front, my length slipping from her.

  “Good?” I question with a smile.

  “Oh yeah. I never would have thought...”

  “I’m just good at it,” I joke, making her tense. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say.

  “How many women have you been with?” she asks, but it isn’t in one of those jealous girlfriend tones, it’s just mere curiosity.

  “A few.”

  “A few? Like four or five? Or like I’m-a-biker-and-have-an-endless-line-of-women-in-my-past?”

  “More like the latter,” I admit, not wanting to lie to her. I have been with so many women, I honestly lost count. Hell, I’m in my late thirties, how could I not have a line of them?

  “I thought as much.” She goes to get up, but I hold her back.

  “What’s your number?”

  “Three,” she says, and I loosen my grip. “Including you,” she adds, pulling from the bed. “Let’s get going,” she says with a smile before going to the bathroom and closing the door.

  Thirty-One

  Grace

  Running off to the bathroom to hide was a childish move, but I couldn’t stay out there with him any longer. The thought of him being so experienced and me being…well, me, gave me a flood of embarrassment. Now, I’m trying to gather myself before going back out there and facing him.

  Before I can, the bathroom door opens and he walks inside. “Babe, you can’t be pissed at me for being a slut. Hell, I didn’t know you back then,” he says, coming closer to me. I’m still completely naked and exposed.

  “It’s not that.” I take a deep breath and decide to face him. “I just…I don’t know. Got overwhelmed, I guess.” I shrug and tighten my arms around myself.

  “Babe, come here.” He ushers me into his arms and holds me tight, only to lift me from the floor as if I weigh nothing.

  “Gin!”

  “We have stuff to do. I’m not letting you think about this shit anymore.” He takes me back into the room and places me down on the floor. “Now, even though I liked those tight ass pants on you…” he drifts off, rummaging through my drawers.

  “I will just put them back on then.”

  “No. God damn you like driving me mad, don’t you?”

  “You said you liked them.” I grab the leggings from the floor and reach past him to grab a clean pair of panties, then start pulling them on.

  “I do. But I don’t want to be hit with the need to fuck you in the produce section when you bend over to grab something,” he grits out, making me laugh.

  “You can’t control yourself?” He shakes his head. “Well, you are just going to have to learn. I’m not dressing like a nun because you can’t control your man parts,” I scoff, pulling the leggings up my legs.

  His heavy stare burns into me as I do this, so I make a show of it, turning from him and shaking my hips back and forth as I pull the leggings in place. I hear his growl before I’m lifted into the air, yet again, and tossed onto the bed. Only, this time, he doesn’t cover my body with his. Instead, a heavy hand goes to the middle of my back and his free hand comes down hard onto my backside, sending a sting through my now covered flesh.

  “Ah!” I scream as it comes down three more times before I’m lifted to my feet and spun around to face him.

  “Wear it, but I ain’t makin’ no promises,” he says between clenched teeth and storms out of the room, leaving me breathless and in need of another clean pair of panties.

  * * *

  Walking down the aisles in the local grocery store pushing a cart with a man twice my size apparently looks strange because people will not stop staring, and I don’t think it has much to do with me. Gin doesn’t have his cut on, but his short-sleeved shirt shows off his tattoos and his recently burned arm. The burns have healed, but are still red. He told me it will take a while before the color fades. His black bandana is firmly in place on his head with strands of his unruly hair tamed back underneath. He looks intimidating, no doubt.

  “We need steak,” he says, pulling me over to the meat section along the refrigerated wall. He grabs four packages marked T-bone and tosses them into the cart.

  “Do we need that many? There’s only two of us.”

  “Have you seen me eat?” he asks with a raised brow before leaning in closer to me. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll have plenty of room to eat you after dinner.” His hot breath caresses the shell of my ear, and I suppress a moan.

  “Gin,” I whisper, but he’s already moving on to the next aisle, laughing as he goes.

  “Did you find everything today, Grace?” Gary at the checkout asks me with his usual greeting. He’s not much older than me and has been working here for over a year now, always polite and helpful.

  “Yes, Gary. Thank you. How have you been?” I ask, making small talk as I place the groceries on the belt.

  “Just fine. We haven’t seen you in here for a while. Been out of town?” Oh, if he only knew. I don’t get a chance to answer because Gin is handing him a wad of cash and filling the cart back up with the bagged items.

  “Ready?” he grumbles, linking my hand in his as he pushes the cart toward the door, dragging me along with him. “Keep the change, kid,” Gin says a little louder as we walk away.

  When we are outside and out of earshot, I jerk my hand from his. “What was that?” He pays me no mind as he continues to the truck to fill the back with the bags. “Gin, I have to see these people on a weekly basis, I’d rather not be rude to them,” I explain, pissed off he hasn’t acknowledged my annoyance yet. “Gin!” I yell, and immediately wince from the volume. I take a quick look around the lot to see if anyone is watching. When I see there isn’t, I let out a breath and look up at him. He’s now regarding me with narrowed eyes.

  “Did you not see how he was staring at your tits and not your face?” he asks, and I huff out a laugh.

  “Oh, please. You do the same thing.” As if on cue, his eyes dart down to the V of my shirt, then back up to my face.

  “They’re my tits to look at. I can,” he defends, walking away to get into the truck. His tits? Not maintaining my anger, I stomp over to my side of th
e truck and yank open the door to get in, slamming it behind me. I make a show of strapping myself in and it takes four or five tries to get my belt buckled.

  “What?” I hiss, finding Gin staring at me. He still doesn’t speak, only moves closer to me. He’s on me in an instant, his mouth on mine, his hand sliding along my leg toward the juncture of my thighs, the other palming the back of my head to hold me in place. “What?” I pull back enough to whisper, cut off when his hand reaches its destination and palms my mound. His tongue invades my mouth once again, dueling with my own for dominance. The moan that slips from me is swallowed up, each one leaving my mouth as his hand makes its movements, stroking along my covered center.

  He hits right along my clit, the fire igniting inside me, and I explode. I can’t move much due to the seatbelt and Gin pinning me to the bench seat, but it doesn’t matter because my body goes lax as he lets up on his mouth and hands.

  “All mine, babe,” he says along my swollen lips, giving me one last peck before he slides back over behind the wheel and drives out of the parking lot.

  I don’t know what to say and I’m still trying to catch my breath by the time we get back to my house. I don’t get the chance, though. He’s already out and bringing the bags into the house, leaving me behind.

  Pressing my fingers to my lips, my mouth gives way to a small smirk at the word he used. Mine.

  Walking inside, I hear him talking to someone and halt my steps at his harsh tone. “The fuck? How the fuck could that happen in broad daylight? Fuck. Yeah, let me know,” he says as I round the corner to the kitchen.

  “What was that about?” I ask as he hangs up the phone, though I’m hesitant to know the answer.

  “Roger,” he says, and my heart sinks.

  “Tell me,” I demand, my voice wavering.

  “He’s dead. Looks like someone walked right up to him in the parking lot of some mini mall and put a bullet in his head.” Instantly, I’m in panic mode.

  “Tanya!” I yell, already running back for the door, but he catches me before I get very far.

  “Sage and Ringer must have shown up right after it happened. Ambulance was there loading him up.” He pauses letting out a long sigh. “No sign of Tanya, babe.” My body gives out in his arms. When she was taken before, it was Roger taking her away, someone who knew and loved her. I knew he wouldn’t hurt her. But now? My world is going black and Gin’s voice stars to get farther and farther away, until it, and the small amount of light, fades completely.

  Thirty-Two

  Gin

  I’m just in time to catch her before she falls to the floor, out cold from shock. Lifting her into my arms, I bring her into the living room and place her on the couch when my phone rings again. “Yeah?”

  “We got Reek tapping into the cams around the area, just waiting on a hit now,” Sage says over the phone, making me want to throw it across the room. Why I let the kid go with that pussy asshole is beyond me. I listened to her mother, that was my first mistake. Second was not staying at the safe house until shit was confirmed done. “G? You there?”

  “You two can come over here. We’ll wait for Reek to get back to us. Grace fainted when I told her what’s going on, so she might be out for a bit.”

  “Just keep her that way. As good as Reek is, we might have a lock on the kid before she wakes.” Sage is right. Keeping her out longer is a good idea. Even with this shit supposedly behind us, with the explosion wiping out the last of the assholes, I requested Ringer and Sage to keep an eye on Roger and the kid. I requested too late, and they showed up after the kid had been taken.

  “Yeah. One can hope, right?” I end the call.

  Twenty minutes later, Ringer and Sage come walking through the door, grim expressions on their tired faces, no doubt from having rode hard to get here. “Anything yet?” I ask.

  “Not yet. Still waiting. If we had been there sooner,” Ringer says.

  “Not playing what if. Not time for that shit. It happened, now we need to fix this shit.”

  “Where is she?” Grace’s hysterical voice comes closer. Guess she’s awake.

  “Babe, we’ll find her. She’ll be okay.” Her head starts to shake vigorously.

  “No. No. No. You don’t know. You don’t know. No!” she shouts, getting more aggravated by the second. I can’t put a handle on what’s wrong with her. Even when she came to me at the beginning of this mess and her daughter was taken, she wasn’t this freaked out.

  “Grace, you need to calm down.” I try to go to her, but she fights me off and backs away, still shaking her head. Sage’s phone goes off, but I don’t pay him any mind. I have a bigger concern right now. “Talk to me, babe. Tell me what’s wrong. What don’t I know?” Her eyes widen at my question, then she tries to run down the hall, but I’m quick enough to catch her before she gets too far. Her body struggles against my grip, but I don’t let go. “Babe, you need to let me help,” I whisper into her ear, holding her tight until she finally goes limp in my arms, her body still wracked with sobs.

  “Last time, she was with Roger.” She shakes her head. “At least I knew she was okay with him.” She sniffs and clutches my arms with her own. “She has to be so scared, Gin. She’s only four.” I slowly turn her to face me and plant a kiss on her forehead before hugging her to my chest.

  “We’ll get her back. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that happens.” I can’t promise her everything will be okay, but I can promise I’ll try my damnedest.

  “G,” Sage calls out, getting my attention.

  “Yeah?”

  “We got a hit. Reek backtracked to the time of the attack and got a shot of a car fleeing the scene. Tracked it through town after it left. It’s headed north, brother. No passengers, just one guy driving it. You ain’t going to believe who it is.”

  “Who the fuck is it?” I growl, and Grace flinches in my arms.

  “It’s fuckin’ Brand, man.”

  “The fuck? Why would that asshole take her kid? He’s not even part of this shit.” That’s when she freezes in my arms and pulls away.

  “What did you say?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

  “Brand. Do you know someone named Brand, babe?”

  Her face turns as white as a sheet and I think she’s about to pass out, but only gives a slight nod. So small, I almost miss it.

  “He can’t. How would he know?” she says, turning from me, but I keep on her heels.

  “If you know something that might help us find her, say it.”

  “He’s...he’s her biological father.” Her words hit me right in the chest, making me back away.

  “I thought she was Roger’s kid.” Her head shakes.

  “No. He was my best friend in college. When I found out I was pregnant, he offered to marry me and help raise the baby. I needed the support, so I said yes.” The tears fall from her eyes at her admission. “I never slept with him until much later,” she says, and I huff.

  “What was Brand then? A hook up? You see his cut and decide you needed to bag a Rider?” My words visibly hurt her. I’m being a dick right now, too pissed off at this revelation. “You couldn’t have me so you fucked him?” The words are harsh and she springs back as if I slapped her.

  “Brother, back the fuck off.” Sage steps in between the two of us, telling her to take a second to collect herself before turning back to me. “The hell, man? She just found out someone took her kid and you’re turning into a jealous prick? Grow the fuck up,” Sage snaps, then walks away, yelling to me as he goes. “VP and the boys will be here in a few hours, then we’ll head out. You can hang behind in your cage or stay here with her, don’t give a fuck, but we’re riding out as soon as they get here.” I grit my teeth, swallow down my selfish fucking pride, and head outside to have a smoke and wrap my head around this shit.

  Thirty-Three

  Gin

  A good five hours later, and two packs of cigs, my brothers get to Grace’s place. Jake, Sage, Ringer, and Rock roll
up to the curb and start toward the front porch. The sun is far gone from the sky making the moonlight and a few street lamps the only light.

  “We don’t have conformation that the girl is in there, but with what Sage said happened…” Rock starts, getting right to the point. His eyes catch something behind me. I don’t have to turn to know it’s Grace. “It’s highly likely he has the kid. What he wants with her is another question I don’t want to find out the answer to. We’ll ride out from here, stop on the edge of town, and get ready. Just like the old days, in and out, quick kill, no witnesses.” Rock pauses to see if anyone has any objections. When no one speaks up, he nods. “Let’s fucking go then,” he says, leaving our little huddle on the porch to get on his bike. One by one, they follow him, with Grace and me heading for the truck.

  She brushes past me and climbs into the truck, already strapped in and ready to go when I reach my door, determined look firmly on her face. It’s a good thing I have more guns. Hopefully she knows how to use one.

  I don’t say a word as I open the door and hop into the cab. Starting up the motor, I drive out of town in the direction Rock and the guys are headed. Even when we get out of town, she still keeps her mouth closed. “You going to tell me what happened?” I ask, glancing over to her for a split second to see her shake her head. “Not going to talk?” Another head shake. “Stubborn fuckin’ woman,” I mumble, and catch a smile tug at the corner of her mouth.

  It takes probably only an hour to reach the small town, but with the tension between the both of us, the drive seems to drag on for days.

  I pull up, park alongside Rock and the boys, and turn to Grace. “You stay here. Don’t fucking argue with me, and for the love of god, don’t get out of the fucking truck,” I growl before I climb out and go to the back where my bag of goodies sits. I don’t hear her door open as I start loading myself up with weapons—pistol tucked into the waistband of my jeans, one in my boot, and a knife in the other boot. I give the cab of the truck one last glance before joining up with the guys.