Grayson (Hell's Lovers MC, #2) (A Hell's Lovers MC)

by Crimson Syn

  He nuzzled my neck, sending chills down my back. “Stop lying to me. I know what you need, Rahyne. I always know. Let me finish you off, baby. I’ve been wanting to for days.”

  He sucked on my shoulder and my mind started to cloud. I knew I should have gotten up, gotten away from him, but my body wasn’t listening to my mind and I let him touch me and hold me. He had left me completely unsatisfied, and my body wasn’t going to forget him that easily.

  “See, Rahyne. You know you want me as much as I do you. You ache for me, your pussy aches for me.” He suckled on my earlobe and I felt his hands roam under my top, sliding against my bare skin. “I fucking ache for you.”

  His scent, his body, his voice was intoxicating and I moaned. “Let me have you Rahyne? I want you so damn much.” His lips touched mine in a brief kiss and as much as I wanted to give into him, I managed to push him back.

  He watched me silently as I scrambled off his lap. His hands grazed my skin as I moved back leaving behind traces of his heat. I didn’t say a word as I turned around and walked back to the bar.

  MY BODY VIBRATED the rest of the night. At three in the morning, Jackson, one of the new prospect’s, closed the doors yelling out his goodbyes. Grayson had disappeared so I gave up on him coming after me. I grabbed my jacket and purse, and made my way out the back door. I was walking to my car, lost in images of his hands and mouth, when I was ripped out of my daydreams and forced up against the side of the building.

  I screamed as loud as I could when I realized what was happening. The man Grayson had fought a few nights before held me pressed up against the brick wall, his hand covering my mouth. He reeked of liquor and stale cigarettes and I almost gagged as the stench hit my nose. My instincts kicked in, I bit down on his hand and shoved my knee up, connecting with his groin.

  He released me and I shoved him back hard. I started to run, but I didn’t get far as I felt my head get yanked back by my hair. Shooting pain travelled down my neck as he pulled me back against him. I screamed again and elbowed him on the side. He only grunted and lifted me up so my feet were dangling in the air. I kicked and screamed, my nails scraping against his skin.

  “Shut the fuck up, puta!”

  I screamed again and his hand came around and covered my mouth. His other hand slid up to my neck and slammed me against the wall. I struggled against him, but he just smirked.

  “Oh baby, you are too hot for words. I bet that cunt tastes real good, don’t it?”

  He sneered at me and I struggled against his grip. Fear was starting to seep in as I realized how alone I really was.

  “Fuck you.” I mumbled into his hand.

  “What? What was that?” He crooked his neck. “You want me to fuck you? Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

  He shoved me down to the filthy ground, my knees hitting the concrete hard. I fought and kicked as he grabbed my arms and sat on my legs. He was a big man and I was slowly starting to realize I was going to lose this fight very quickly.

  I screamed again and stilled when I felt the edge of a knife at my neck. “Enough! You shut the fuck up or I cut your throat.” His voice terrified me and I remained frozen. The knife grazed down my neck until it reached my tank top. I suddenly felt a tug and I was fully exposed to him.

  He chuckled and bit his lip. “Fuck, you’re a tasty puta, aren’t you?”

  His hands roughly cupped my breasts and I closed my eyes trying to remember my self-defense skills. I felt his hands on my jeans and my mind went blank. All I could think was that I needed to fight. I screamed again and he slapped me, but I continued to struggle. Before I could scream again I heard two shots being fired.

  Suddenly the man got up off me and staggered away. I heard yelling as I stared up at the starred sky and flinched when I heard another gun shot. My hands shook as I tried sitting up. My head was spinning and suddenly I was lifted up into a pair of strong arms, soft brown eyes looked down on me.

  “Oh baby. Baby? Rahyne answer me, are you alright?” I heard the urgency in his voice, but I couldn’t talk. I knew it was Grayson, his scent enveloped me and I drifted off into blackness as he held me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  GRAYSON

  I held her tightly as I ran through the events of the night. I was coming out of the club when I heard her screams. I ran as fast as I could towards the deafening sound. I spotted him above her as she struggled beneath him and my instincts ran through me. Pulling out my gun, I fired one shot into the air startling him, I lowered the gun and kept it trained on him. As soon as I saw him pull out his weapon I fired a shot to his shoulder. Mother fucker was fast as he ran down the block, but I had gotten a clear view of who it was.

  I tightened my hold on Rahyne and she whimpered in her sleep. One more minute and I would’ve been too late. I buried my nose in her hair and rubbed her back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled into my chest.

  “I missed you,” she whispered, and my heart leapt in my chest.

  Looking down on her, I swept the hair out of her face. “Aww, baby. I missed you so fucking much.”

  She gripped me tightly and wrapped one of her legs around my waist. She didn’t want to let me go and I wasn’t about to either. My hand gripped her leg and I felt her gasp.

  She looked down at herself and then back up at me. “Are those your underwear, Mr. Carter?”

  I smiled half-heartedly at her. Her teasing was a sign that she was going to be alright.

  I nodded. “I hope so.”

  She tsked at me, but hugged me tighter. “Grayson?”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Wrap your arms around me. I need you to hold me.”

  She turned her back to me and I scooped her up against me, pulling her tightly into me.

  “You scared me, baby. I’ve never felt so scared in my life.”

  “I thought you had left me.”

  I kissed the soft slope of her shoulder. “I was in my office. I came out and you were gone. I was on watch tonight. I shouldn’t have ever left you alone.”

  She turned around and faced me. Sliding her fingers along my beard, she smiled. “It’s not your fault.”

  I closed my eyes. “I should’ve been there. I could’ve prevented it…”

  She pressed her fingers to my lips. “Shhh. It’s alright.”

  I glided my hands up her back pulling her closer to me.

  She played with my beard and bit her lip.

  “You like it?” I asked playfully.

  She looked at me and smiled sexily. “I can’t wait to see how it feels between my thighs.”

  Her words immediately had my cock jumping to attention. Knowing what she’d done to me, she purposefully wrapped her leg around my hip, pressing herself up against me. She moaned and gripped my waist.

  “Grayson, please. Please take me. Consume me. Make me forget his greasy hands and replace them with yours. Please.”

  I shook my head and crawled over her, flipping her onto her back as I moved. “You don’t ever have to beg me for that. I’ll do anything you need, baby.” I leaned down and grazed her lips with my own, feeling her breath on my mouth. “Remember one thing, baby. I’m as much yours as you are mine.” With those last words I kissed her, making sure everything I felt for her was packed in that one moment.

  She moaned against my mouth as our tongues danced and stroked one another. My hands glided under the t-shirt I had placed on her a few hours ago.I lifted it slowly off her and then went on to remove the briefs I had dressed her in. I wanted to clothe her, I didn’t want her to see her torn clothes.

  I continued to kiss her as I removed my shirt. I lifted her up and took her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the edge of the counter I turned the water on, making sure it was hot enough for her to step into.

  I spent the next twenty minutes taking care of every inch of her softness. My hands stroked every curve of her body as I lathered her with soap; trying to make each of those dark memories disappear. As I kneeled down in front of
her, I took the soap and lathered my hands, bringing them up to her mound and washing her thoroughly. She whimpered as my fingers dipped inside her and washed her out.

  “Grayson,” she whispered my name and gripped my hair and I couldn’t help but take advantage of my position.

  I propped her leg on my shoulder and gave her what I had kept from her for so long. I licked my way into her folds, savoring her essence. Her head fell back and her breathing became ragged.

  “Grayson. Oh, Grayson.”

  My name became a mantra on her lips as I stoked her orgasm with my tongue. I teased her endlessly until I had her whimpering and swirling her hips, trying to grind herself against my face.

  I licked her up and down, twirling my tongue into her opening and sucking her completely into my mouth as I ate her up. Her hips rocked above me, her thighs quivering as she pressed her hands into my hair, tugging at it furiously as she tried to get me where she needed me the most.

  I looked up at her from between her legs and she looked absolutely beautiful. Her body was bowed back as water droplets fell off her soft skin. Her eyes were clenched tightly from the onslaught of sensations I was causing in her. A deep red flush crept form her breasts to her cheeks and her plump lips were slightly parted in awe.

  My eyes remained on her, watching her as I sucked in the tiny nub that would drive her wild. Sure enough, she shattered around me with that one touch. Her legs trembled and she pressed my face into her folds as I continued to suck and nibble on her. She collapsed against the wall and I kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. She moaned and ran both her hands along my hair and back.

  I stood up and picked her up, guiding her out of the shower and handing her a towel. I quickly soaped up and rinsed, stepping out behind her to help her get dry.

  “So, did you like my beard on you?” I whispered teasingly as I suckled on her earlobe.

  She giggled. “More than you can imagine. I think I might want you to keep it.”

  “Anything for you, baby.”

  I picked her up and placed her on the bed. I crawled up on top of her and my body responded to hers as I watched her spread her legs for me.

  “Are you going to make love to me now, Grayson?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her choice of words. “Is that what you want?”

  She raised her hips and grazed her pussy along my length. My body shuddered at the intensity of her erotic touch. “Make me yours, Gray. I want to be yours. Only yours.”

  I bent down and kissed her, devouring her moans as I slid inside her. This time around I was going to give her everything we’d both wanted. As I stroked her she murmured sweet nothings into my ear, and as she trembled out her orgasm the words, I love you, Gray, slipped out of her, making my own release even sweeter.

  CHAPTER NINE

  RAHYNE

  “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, honey. I can pick up the shift if you don’t feel up to it.”

  Luna shook her head. “I got this. You go do you.”

  I had come back to work to keep my mind occupied after what had happened. Grayson had kept me captive in his apartment—and his arms— all weekend, and I needed to get back to my life as soon as possible.

  I liked working with Luna, she was young but efficient. Never complained, was always at work on time, didn’t flirt with the clients and I had to admit Scarlett did me a favor having her bartend. I don’t think I ever could have done it without her.

  “Alright, I’m heading out. Call me if it gets to be too much. I’ll come right over. I was planning a quiet night at home, without Grayson. He had literally exhausted me with all of his sweet love making. Who was I kidding, I loved every freaking minute of it. I still couldn’t get used to the idea of constantly being with someone, then again, tell that to my body that yearned for him even now.

  As I took my apron off, the door to the entrance busted open and we both screamed as shots were fired. I heard shouts in Spanish and then five men appeared out onto the floor. They were all carrying guns and looking like they came with a purpose, to cause damage. I looked at Luna and pressed my finger to my lips, keeping her quiet. We ducked behind the bar, but I knew they’d eventually reach us.

  Sure enough, after a few seconds, a rough and mean looking man caught us as he hovered over the counter. “Well look what we’ve got here boys. Hello ladies.” He reached down and pulled Luna up by her long hair. She screamed out, but it was useless. Grayson told me they’d be gone for a while, and he’d have Jackson out front just in case. By the looks of it, either Jackson had disappeared, or they had hurt him. The club didn’t open for another three hours, and no one would show up until an hour before opening. We were on our own until then.

  I saw one of the guys go behind the bar. He was short, with a buzzed haircut and a nasty scowl. He wore a black leather vest and he was covered from neck to wrists in tattoos. I did focus on one tattoo, two pistols on his right arm with the words Los Perdidos engraved on it. I remembered the gang name from what Grayson had told me. He didn’t give me too much info on club dealings but that information, he said I had to know. These guys weren’t welcome at the club, and I could see why.

  Another taller man with a beard and a leery gaze crept up towards us and we tried to back away, only to be grabbed and manhandled by two other men. They were all sporting the same tattoo, some of them were wearing bandanas on their head, and chains hung from their black worn out jeans. They all looked rough and menacing.

  The guy behind me started to smash bottles, dropping them one by one. When I looked over at him he only smirked. “Duck, bitch.” As he said it, he brought up a bat and swung it at my head. I dropped to the floor and covered my head as broken glass shattered around me.

  When he was done, he lifted me up, forcing me against his lewd arousal. I took the chance to kick him in the shins and tried climbing over the counter. I managed to drop to the floor on the other side when I heard Luna scream again making me freeze. She was standing in front of me, and the guy that stood before her had her clutched by the neck, a knife pressed to her throat.

  He chuckled and the sound made me cringe.

  “Keep screaming, puta! I fucking love it!” He stuck his tongue out and licked her chin. Luna just slammed her eyes shut and turned her head.

  His eyes suddenly went to me and I tried running off, but I was grabbed and brought down to my knees in seconds. The man holding Luna smirked. “Hey Rubio! Why don’t you take the blonde and I’ll take this young bitch. She’s fucking hot!”

  I watched as Luna struggled in the man’s grasp whimpering as he pulled on her hair, and my heart went out to the girl. My eyes focused on the floor, where a pair of black boots came into sight. Immediately, I was dragged up and pressed against the front of the counter. The same big guy, with the makeshift blonde tips, the one who had attacked me two nights ago was now standing in front of me. I could feel my fear start to overwhelm me. “You always liked the young ones didn’t you, bro?” He looked down at me and smiled, knowingly. “Anyway, this one I want for myself.”

  He placed his hand on my neck and I struggled to get away. His left arm was wrapped in a sling, but he had enough strength in one hand to cause pain. He smirked down at me. “Struggle, puta. This time, you’re not getting away.”

  I spat in his face, but it didn’t faze him, he just smiled and reached out to wipe his cheek. Looking at me, he placed his finger in his mouth and moaned. “I can’t wait to see what you really taste like.”

  I nearly gagged from repulsion. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the other two men smashing up the stages and the venue. The furniture was being thrown across the room, curtains torn, floors lifted. They were there for that reason, to ruin Ravenous and hurt the Hell’s Lovers. But the one called, El Rubio, was there for one sole purpose. He sneered at me and I closed my eyes trying to keep from shaking. This man was here for revenge, and at this point he was going to get it.

  Turning my face, I saw one of the men head towa
rds the staircase and Scarlett seeped into my mind. Luna suddenly yelled and all their attention was back on her. I caught her eyes, giant frightened saucers that looked back at me. I could tell both of us were focused on that door that led to our friend. Luna had somehow managed to get out of the hold she was in, and was behind the bar holding a broken shard of glass.

  They laughed at her as one of them pointed at Rubio. “Can you believe this, bro? She wants to hurt us, that’s fucking adorable.” He lifted his gun up and pointed it at Luna.

  She stood her ground and I watched her throw a bottle at him. He laughed harder as he ducked. She continued to throw broken shards of glass at them until she swung one at El Rubio. The broken bottle struck him on his head and he loosened his grip on my neck as he held his temple. I took advantage of his temporary daze and leaned back, kneeing him in the nuts. I ran towards Luna as she shoved past the guy with the leather vest, sending him sprawling into the broken glass. She scurried past him and we both managed to run down the hall and get into the back-storage room.

  My hands were shaking as I looked for something to place against the door. The door had a lock, but wasn’t enough to hold them back. I looked around spotting some empty pallets against the wall and I immediately started to drag them over. Wooden tables aligned the back wall and we shove them against the wooden panels. Finally, we sat down on the floor, worn out and scared.

  There was pounding on the door and I started to shake. “Come out! Get the fuck out, putas! I swear when I get my hands on you there won’t be anything left to give your families!”

  More banging and I reached over to Luna. His voice was full of venom. “Open the fucking door!”

  The storage room is located right on the other side of the bar and we were able to make out everything they were saying. I cringed as more bottles were broken and thrown against the wall.