by Sophia Gray
“Someone’s been doing homework.” I glared up at her. “We don’t’ run drugs anymore.”
“But you do cart illegal guns all over the fucking place. Do you know how many kids get brought into the ER every week because they were playing with that garbage? Kids joining gangs at twelve years old! Last week we had an eleven-year-old die on the table from a gunshot to his chest. He was hanging out with some friends on his front porch when a car drove by, one stupid kid jumped out, ran up to him and shot him right in the chest then hopped back in the car and took off. Initiation the cops told us.”
I’d heard about those types of activities before, but we had nothing to do with those. All of our runs were done out of state. “I know it sounds bad…"
“Sounds bad?” She finished plucking out the last of the stitches. “I let you in my house! What the hell was I thinking? My daughter is here. I don’t need complications. I don’t need the drama you bring. Look at us already, Rafe. We aren’t even together, not really, and already I’m locked in my house because it’s not safe for me to go outside?”
I let her finish her job of placing the Band-Aids on my arm. No sense in arguing with her, she seemed pretty riled up and until I could get my hands on her properly, there wouldn’t be any getting to her. She had a point, she was in danger simply because she was my girl. Whoever killed Jason wouldn’t be wanting to leave any loose ends behind, and I was a loose end. Tristan being killed only made things messier, and until I saw the reaction of the club over his death I couldn’t be sure my own club didn’t’ have something to do with it. Tristan wasn’t a huge fan of Gray’s, he’d been pretty vocal about it, too. Having Gray as the president would make things difficult for Tristan, but he never would have betrayed the club or walked out. He would have dealt. So until I knew where the shit was coming from, I had to assume it was headed my way, too.
“I get that you’re pissed about being locked up inside today, and you’re right we haven’t been together long enough for me to really stake my claim on you.” I pulled her hands away from cleaning up the first aid gear and tugged on her until she stood in front of me, between my legs. “But that doesn’t change that you are mine.”
She sighed, but let me settle her on my lap. “You’re impossible.”
“Of course I am.” I grinned, tilting her head up by her chin on my finger tip. “But I’m yours, too Beth. Your claim on me is as strong as mine on you.”
“I’ve known you such a short time.” She shook her head. “You’re dangerous.” When her eyes caught mine I got the sense that she wasn’t referring to the mess with the club, or the fact that I was the VP of a biker club, no, there was something else she meant.
“I’ve never laid claim to a woman before.” I let my thumb run over her bottom lip, enjoying the way she parted her lips for me when I did it. Even when her mind wanted to push me away her body welcomed my touch.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You’ve never had a girlfriend before?”
A knock on the door interrupted us before I could answer her. The door swung open and the purple haired twin poked her head in. Giving me a look of irritation she spoke to Beth. “We’re heading out, Beth. Call me in the morning, before you head over.”
“I’ll walk you out.” Beth slid off my lap and followed Brittany.
Chapter Eleven
BETH
Brittany slung her purse over her shoulder and gave me a serious look. “He’s just going to pull you in further, Beth. You have to get him gone.”
I rolled my eyes. “First you tell me to get a guy and now you tell me to get him gone?”
“Beth, he’s the Anarchy’s Reign VP, there’s shit with that club you don’t need to get in the middle of. Don’t forget, I dated one of those guys for a while. If you don’t get killed by association, you’ll get sucked into being one of their old ladies, and then you’ll be treated like a glorified whore. He’ll fuck you when he wants, as well as any other chick he wants. Is that what you want? To be treated like property, but not even first priority property?” Brittany gestured to Chrissy to speak up.
“Listen to her, Beth. You don’t want his kind of drama. You have Madison to think about.”
“Thanks for reminding me, I had forgotten all about the five-year-old sleeping in the other room.” I put my hands on my hips. They were talking from love, I got that, but the last thing I needed was parenting advice from two bar hoppers. “He’s gonna come out here and I really don’t have the energy for the fight right now, with you or him.”
“I’m not gonna fight with them. They’re allowed to think what they want.” His deep voice crawled up my back and tickled the hairs on the back of my neck.
“He’s not wearing a shirt.” Chrissy whispered to me with wide eyes. I could imagine the sight he made.
“Are his arms folded over his chest, and his face looks bored?” I asked Brittany, who couldn’t seem to stop gawking at him.
“Oh. Yeah.” She smiled.
“Okay, you guys need to go. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way.” I pushed the twins toward the door.
“Just remember what I told you.”
“Oh, I’m sure she will. Good night, girls,” he called from behind me.
I still didn’t look behind me, but I had a pretty good idea what he looked like just by the flat tone of his voice. The twins gave me one more look before they walked out the door and shut it behind them. I locked the door and took a deep breath before turning around to face him. When I did, the sight before me almost made me lose my nerve to glare him down.
Leaning against the wall in just his jeans, his hair tossed about carelessly, and his tatted arms folded over his chest showing off every muscle in his abs and arms, he looked hotter than he had the right to look at that moment. “Rafe. You can’t scare my friends off like that.” I crossed my own arms across my chest.
He crooked his finger at me. I shook my head, but found myself stepping toward him anyway. When I stopped a few feet from him, he leaned forward until his eyes were at my level. “We weren’t done talking.”
“Rafe. I had a really long day. We can talk tomorrow. After I get off of work.” I tried to walk around him, but before I could get past him, he bent over and scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder.
My stomach hit his shoulder and I slapped his back. “For hell’s sake, put me down.”
“Nope.” His hand landed hard on my ass and I grunted from the slap.
Once back in my room, he kicked the door shut and tossed me onto the bed. Standing over me with his hands on his hips, he looked at me as though he were deciding whether to strip me naked or lecture me some more.
“Why are you picking up the twins in the morning?” He decided on the lecture.
“Brittany has an appointment, I’m driving her in, and Chrissy is picking her up afterwards.”
“Appointment for what?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” At least I hoped it was nothing. Brittany always downplayed when things weren’t going right. Having missed a period and several negative pregnancy tests, she needed to find out for sure what was going on before she could make up her mind.
“Why doesn’t Chrissy just take her in, then?”
“Chrissy has a morning shift at the diner she waitresses at. Don’t worry about her.” I leaned back on my elbows, taking a good look at him staring down at me.
His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest again as he studied me. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“If you think I’m lying about driving a friend to a doctor appointment, how can you trust that I won’t roll over you in your sleep and stuff a pillow over your face?” The idea actually held some merit, as the man was starting to work my last nerve.
In one swift movement he had me pinned to the mattress, his hands cupping my face, and his nose pressed against mine. “You wouldn’t dare.” One hand ran down my body, unbuttoning my jean shorts with ease. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t get this.” His
hand slid into my shorts and found my clit with a skill no man should possess so easily.
I wanted to roll my head to the side, to break away from his gaze, but his other hand had my face trapped. His tongue ran over my lips just before he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me hard. His hand retracted from my shorts, but only to push them down over my hips. He moved to the side just enough to give himself room to fully remove my shorts.
“There. That’s how I like you.” His arrogant grin made me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
He jumped off my bed and made quick work of removing his own pants and boxers. I noticed the tattoos weren’t just on his arms, or his chest, but one ran down the side of his torso and wrapped around his hip. A tail. The tail to a dragon that sat perched on his shoulder.
Before I could comment on my new find, he was back on the bed, back to pressing his hard body over mine. I missed my chance to escape. If I had wanted to escape. At that moment I wasn’t sure I did anymore.
His mouth crushed mine in a possessive kiss. He owned me in that moment and he wanted me to know it. His hands roamed my body, pulling my shirt up over my breasts, and yanking my bra out of his way. Fingers encircled my nipple as he nipped along my neck, down my shoulder and along my collar bone. His tongue swirled around my hardened nipple and I arched my back to push my breast further into his mouth.
Grinning, he sucked on my breast while his free hand once again found my clit. Heat pooled between my legs as he intensified his strokes. Rafe let go of my breast with a pop and settled himself between my thighs. His forehead pressed against mine, his hot breath washing over my face with each short burst. “Tell me you belong to me.” He dipped two fingers inside of me, almost filling me in the way I needed, but not quite.
“Rafe. Please, no teasing. Not now.”
“Tell me who you belong to.” He removed his fingers, and quickly replaced it with the head of his cock circling my entrance.
I knew if I said the words it would make it real. In his eyes I already belonged to him, my admitting it would only seal our fates together. Slowly he thrust his cock into me, stretching me and filling me.
When he was completely in, fully up to his balls, I wiggled beneath him. The stretch was almost too much, the pain lingered just below the pleasure of having him inside of me. When he didn’t move, I started to wiggle even more.
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll help you out.” Another arrogant smile was shot at me.
His fingers dug into my hip as he began to move within me. Slow, steady strokes at first, that built up to hard fast thrusts that shook the bed beneath us. I gripped his shoulder, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers, and dug into him, careful of the wound I bandaged earlier.
His eyes were dark as he started down at me, his brow furrowed in concentration. His fingers still played over my clit while he drove into me again and again. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he grunted with approval. “Who owns you, Beth? Who do you belong to?” His hand snaked into my hair and pulled my head up, making our gazes lock.
My orgasm teetered right before me, dangling from an invisible string that he held out of my reach. His fingers pressed harder against my clit, his cock rammed faster into me sending shivers throughout my entire body, and his hand gripped my hair tighter. My legs spread wider for him, taking him even deeper, encouraging him to fuck me harder.
The bubble forming in my lower belly was about to burst, and there would be no stopping it aside from him. “Tell me, Beth. Who do you belong to?”
“You!” I yelled at him. “I belong to you!” With my confession my entire body exploded. Nerve endings shot electricity across every circuit in my body. Every muscle tensed and air suddenly failed me.
“There you go. Fuck, such a good girl.” He slowed his thrusts, gently bringing me back down from the mountaintop from where he had just thrown me. My breath returned in short harsh bursts, my legs throbbed from the tension, and my scalp burned when he finally softened his grip. “Over.” He withdrew from me and flipped me onto my stomach with less effort than it took for me take a breath.
Needing more of him, I pulled my knees up and arched my back, offering him my body, and needing his. His hot, large hands pulled my hips toward him as he thrust back inside of me. The new angle, the new strength, had my body responding to him all over again.
I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy as he fucked me harder and harder. His grunts became moans, and I fisted my hands in my pillows. It felt so good it almost hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I began to match his thrusts.
Looking over my shoulder, I caught him staring at me. “You’re mine now, Beth. Completely mine.” I nodded, not looking away, and not wanting to. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Rafe. All yours.” Two more thrusts and my body relented again to his command. I cried out with the second orgasm and pushed my face into the pillow, completely drained from the pleasure being ripped from my body.
He stilled behind me and I felt him withdraw from me. I looked again over my shoulder and saw his thick cock in his hand, stroking it until hot streams of his come shot out all over my ass and my back. He hadn’t worn a condom, and I hadn’t thought about it either. The man made all common sense leave my mind when he touched me.
I rested my head on the pillow and tried to steady my breath. “You make me lose all control.” He pinched my ass as he stepped off the bed. He opened the top drawer of my dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, using it to clean me off.
“You lose control? I’m not sure that’s possible.” I flipped onto my back and straightened out my shirt. My bra had torn when he yanked it, so I tossed it into the trash can near the dresser. “And you owe me a bra.”
“I’ll take you shopping for one next weekend. You can try them all on for me.” He pulled on his boxers, leaving his jeans on the floor, and hopped back into bed. Pulling me to him, he wrapped his arms around me.
I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that it felt good to be in his arms. He was dangerous; there was no doubt about that. After he left that morning I spent several hours googling his club and looking at old news articles about the trouble they seemed to find themselves in. Rafe was mentioned in several of the articles. Nothing stuck to him though, or any of the other club members, but charges of drug trafficking, gun sales, and smaller misdemeanors all popped up in my search.
Rafe wasn’t a man to be around my daughter. He shouldn’t be anywhere near us. He was trouble. Yet when he vowed that he owned me, that I belonged to him, I couldn’t help the warmth that spread through my chest. He meant it, I could see it in his eyes. I thought we were just fucking, just having fun, but I was starting to understand Rafe didn’t say what he didn’t mean. And if he said I belonged to him, then I belonged to him.
And that should have scared me way more than it did at that moment.
Chapter Twelve
RAFE
I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t stop her. Beth was going into work. Even if I told her to stay home again, I had a good feeling she’d head in anyway. After finding Tristan dead, and having that run in with the Hells Spawn, I was reluctant not to follow her all the way to the hospital and camp out in the parking lot, but she could be pretty damn stubborn.
“It will be fine, Rafe. I’ll text you at lunch if that will make you feel better.” She turned away from me with her little smirk on her face. If Madison wasn’t sitting at the table eating her cocoa puffs, I would have given her a slap on her ass.
“You’ll do better than that, you’ll text me every couple of hours. And I’m coming over for lunch, so you text me what time that happens.” I stepped behind her as she finished smearing peanut butter on some bread for Madison’s lunch, and gripped her hips. Fuck, she smelled so good, like spring flowers.
She let out a loud sigh. “Fine. Do you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich too, or will you be bringing your own food?” She gestured to the loaf of bread and looked over her shoulder at m
e.
“Isn’t that Maddie’s lunch?”
“No, she can’t bring peanuts to the day care. She’s having carrot sticks and a ham sandwich.”
I picked up the jar of generic peanut butter and looked over at Madison. “You don’t like ham?”
She snatched the jar back from me and screwed on the lid. “Ham is expensive if you don’t buy the crap loaded with antibodies and preservatives.” Her answer didn’t sit well with me. She was a fucking nurse, but had to eat PB&J sandwiches because she gave the good stuff to her daughter.
“Her dad doesn’t send you any cash to help out?”
“No. I have to hurry up, I need to grab Brittany and I’m starting to run late.” She tossed the peanut butter back in the cabinet and shoved the jelly in the fridge before she jogged out of the room. I heard the bathroom door shut and leaded against the countertop. These two deserved so much better than stale bread and generic peanut butter. If I could get my hands on that fucker who walked out on them, I’d rip his throat out.
