“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“No, Laura cleared me to move around, why?”
Her voice was breathy and soft and Fury’s dick pulsed at the sound.
“‘Cause it’s been days since Ive been inside you, and I don’t think I can wait anymore to have you.”
Rayna groaned and tugged on his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp, sending his pulse thundering through his veins.
“Then take me, Fury.”
He hissed at her words, turned on beyond even his own comprehension, because the woman of his dreams had just agreed to be his wife.
Wife?
Yeah, the sound of that had a great fucking ring to it, just like Rayna’s voice when she asked him to take his shirt off.
“I wanna feel you,” She admitted, her palms gliding along the ridges of his hard abs.
“I thought I was going to lose you, Ryder. I thought Arrow was gonna blow your brains out right in front of me,” She cried as she pressed hot open mouthed kisses against his burning skin.
Burning for her, because she was the fucking match that lit his flame, the accelerant that lit his fire…
“You’ll never lose me.”
“You can’t promise me that, baby, and that’s okay. Like I said before, I’ll take anything you can give me,” She whispered against his mouth.
Fury gripped her chin and kissed her hard, his tongue tasting hers, exploring the velvety caverns of her mouth like he intended to explore the velvety heat of her tight pussy.
“Jesus, Rayna, I’ll never get tired of you,” Fury said.
A satisfied sound rattled in the back of her throat as he lifted his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside, before he made quick work of shedding his pants.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?”
“Stop asking me, Fury. I need you, now.”
Rayna ran her point home when she slid her panties down her legs, and Fury watched as the dark purple material hit the floor.
She’s so hot.
Rayna barely got her shirt up and over her head before she was on him again, her teeth nicking his neck, her tongue caressing his skin.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and easily lifted her against him.
“Does this hurt, baby?”
She shook her head, but Fury fully intended to do all of the work this time around.
“Hold on tight, Rayna.”
He followed his own command by pressing her against her bedroom wall and kissing her again.
Her hands gripped his shoulders.
Fury spread her thighs wider and Rayna made that sexy whimpering sound again when his cock brushed against her bare pussy.
“You’ve missed this, haven't you?”
She nodded, but Fury needed words.
“Tell me you want this,” He demanded as he slid the tip of his dick against her slick folds, fighting every cell in his body that screamed for him to take her.
Take her, fuck her, keep her…
“I always want you!”
Her plea went right to his head as he slid against her once more.
“Please,” She asked.
Her blue eyes opened wide and Fury swore he could have gotten lost in the cerulean depths and he wouldn't even care.
This time Fury took his time as he thrusted into her, his cock immediately pounding with relief as he bottomed out inside of her.
Before Rayna, sex was just sex, but with her it was practically an out of body experience.
Her eyes didn't close as she kissed him, sucked his tongue into her mouth, wiggled her hips.
Fury kept the pace slow, steady, as he loved her better than he’d ever loved anyone.
Better than he could ever love anyone.
Rayna held onto him for dear life as her sexy mouth formed his name, fell open, gasped her approval.
She was wet, slick, so fucking hot, and her wet cunt wrapped around his cock like she was made for him.
Fury knew he’d never desire another pussy the way he desired hers.
He wouldn’t ever want another person the way he wanted her, and he’d be lying if he said that the fact that she was twisted didn't appeal to him.
Fury needed someone like Rayna to share the darkness with him, to ride or die, to understand him when he didn’t even understand himself.
“I love you,” She choked out.
Fury growled under his breath as a rush of possessiveness came over him, his hands gripping her narrow hips hard enough to leave a mark on her soft, soft skin.
“I love you too, Rayna,” He said as he kissed her again.
Their tongues danced together, and Fury tugged her hands up and over her head so he could intertwine their fingers.
When Rayna tightened the hold her legs had around his waist, Fury dipped his head to suck one of her pink nipples into his mouth. He rolled the pebbled peak between his teeth and laved it with his warm tongue while she squirmed, while her pussy squeezed his cock.
She was ready to blow, he could feel it, he could practically taste her orgasm as it neared the surface of her skin.
“Don’t stop,” She demanded roughly.
Her husky voice wrapped around Fury like a rain cloud, drenching him in it’s sweet, sweet sound, and suddenly he knew without a doubt that marrying Rayna Claire would be the only shot at redemption he’d ever need.
“Never,” He responded as he laid a fiery kiss upon her swollen lips.
Rayna cried out, her whole body tensing as her release gripped her in it’s formidable clutches and threatened to set their whole world ablaze.
This is it, this is what forever feels like.
Rayna’s cries filled the space between them, her pouty mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as Fury held onto her tighter.
His own orgasm reverberated between them as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
He inhaled, swallowing the scent of her body, their sweat, the passion that sweltered between them.
“Well, what do you know?,” Her breathless voice whispered.
Fury lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting her light ones.
“What’s that?”
She smiled lovingly as she caressed his jaw.
“You do know how to do gentle, after all.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Rayna Claire didn’t expect much in life.
Over the last few months she’d been given much more than she ever thought she could handle.
Death.
Agony.
Pain.
Forgiveness.
Redemption.
Love…
Rebirth.
Rayna knew what it was like to love someone and lose them. She knew what it like to lose herself and grow to hate the person that took her place- It wasn’t easy to wake up on rock bottom and singlehandedly climb her way to the top again, but she’d done it.
She owed Fury so much more than taking his ring and his name, regardless of what he thought.
She owed him her life, because if he hadn’t of shown up when he did, she’d be dead.
Literally.
“You okay?”
Rayna turned to see Ox watching her from the doorway.
“Yeah, I'm okay. Where is everyone?”
Ox cleared his throat and waved her father’s black book in the air.
Ignoring her question, he said “You should have mentioned this to me.”
She nodded somberly.
“I didn’t think about it, honestly.”
“I know, sweetheart. I’m glad you were smart enough to take it when you did, or Arrow and the Blazin’ Eagles would have gotten their hands on it and you,” Ox said.
Rayna tucked her hair back behind her ear and glanced at Fury through her bedroom window.
He was standing with Green, who was waving his hands around wildly and gesturing towards the garage.
“I caused a lot of trouble, Ox.”
He smiled affectionately before he patted her back.
Rayna couldn't stop the smile that crested her cheeks when he lifted the two carat pear cut solitaire towards the light coming in from her window.
He whistled before he wiggled his eyebrows.
“You must be one good lay for him to lay the money down for a rock like that.”
She smacked his arm and giggled.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I didn't ask him to buy it for me, Ox. He just brought it to me this morning,” She admitted.
Ox shrugged.
“You’re his old lady, Rayna. He’d do anything for you. I’ve known him almost my whole life. He’s been through a lot, but you're good for him. You’re a good fit here, too,” He said as he gestured at her room.
She knew he meant she was a good addition to the club, and the overwhelming feeling of belonging was heady in her veins when she hugged him.
“Now, I know you didn’t come in here to see my ring. So what's the news?”
“We’ve been following Jaden and Haze around town for two days now, Rayna. They’re still circling our clubhouse and everyday they get closer and closer. We think they're waiting for word from Arrow, so tonight he's gonna call them and tell them he has the book. He's going to tell them he's found it, and lead them here. And then we're going to kill them.”
He said the words so casually, like it was everyday that Rayna was an accomplice to murder.
At least, she hadn't been before this entire fiasco started.
She used to be a good girl, an innocent girl, but now she was nothing but a tangle of twisted bones and arteries and a cold-blooded-criminal.
So, she said the exact opposite of what the old her would have said.
“I want in.”
Ox studied her silently.
“Fury has to okay that.”
“I don’t care. I think I’ve proven myself at this point, Ox. They started this. I want to finish it.”
He didn't argue with her, instead, he too looked out of her bedroom window.
They both watched Fury and Green speak animatedly through the glass.
“What do you think they’re talking about?,” Rayna asked.
Ox snorted.
“Well, Green could be telling Fury about the penile transplant or the romantic comedy you two watched together while you were unconscious.”
Rayna’s mouth fell open as she laughed.
“He’s such a weirdo.”
“Yeah, but he really cares about you. Green isn't an easy man to impress, and you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger.”
Rayna shook her head.
“That wasn't intentional,” She said.
“Never thought it was, darlin’. Either way, I just wanted to warn you that tonight is the night. We’ve been sitting on this for too long,” Ox told her.
She nodded, her gaze still trained on Fury.
“I want to talk to Arrow before this all goes down. I want to see him make the call,” Rayna said.
Ox opened his mouth to argue, but another voice interrupted.
“Let her do it, Ox. She deserves it,” Prettyboy said from the doorway.
“She doesn’t have to-”
“I want to, Ox. There’s no turning back for me now. If I'm doing this, I'm going all in. Those men raped me, tortured me, killed my father…It’s my fucking right to decide their fate.”
Ox’s honey-colored eyes roamed over every inch of her face.
“Fine. But, you're talking to Fury first. He has to agree with this. Sorry, baby, but this is club business whether you want it to be or not.”
“I think Rayna should do it,” Rayna heard.
Fury stepped into the room, Prettyboy next him.
He dropped a kiss to her temple and looked up at Ox.
“Let her in on it. She’s right, this is technically her beef to settle. I don’t have a problem with it as long as we're all present.”
The sun was just starting to set over the horizon, bathing Rayna and Fury in a familiar red glow.
The anger usually lining all of his features was gone, and instead, Fury looked relaxed.
More relaxed than she'd ever seen him.
“That’s fine by me, the more the merrier at this point.”
Prettyboy smiled, the mangled half of his handsome face only lifting slightly.
“I’ll let Rider and Limit know the fun is about to start.”
“What about Slayer? Where is he?,” Ox asked.
Prettyboy shrugged.
“He’s been glued to his phone all day. Probably watching porn,” Prettyboy offered.
Rayna laughed and wrapped an arm around Fury’s waist.
“Is it weird that I’m almost…relieved to know this will all be over after tonight?”
Ox chucked her under the chin.
“No. You’re an official old lady now, Rayna. This life ain’t easy and it definitely ain’t for the faint-hearted, but you can handle it.”
Rayna took that compliment and tucked it away, appreciating it more than Ox knew.
“Okay. I’ll be out there in a few minutes. I have to load my father’s gun.”
“Fitting ending to a fucked up story, using your father's gun,” Prettyboy rasped.
Rayna nodded, her heart heavy for what she was about to do, but her mind clear for the first time in days.
She turned to look at him, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth.
“It is, isn’t it?”
~`~
Fury had his arm around Rayna’s waist, and she appreciated the support.
Ox and Limit were discussing the state of their prisoner, and Rayna grimaced as she watched Limit wash his bloody hands in the sink behind the bar.
“He’s alive,” Limit said off-handedly.
Ox scoffed.
“Alive enough to make a phone call?”
“He’s still got his tongue, if thats what you're asking,” Limit said as he turned around.
Green slapped his palms against the bar top and looked over at Slayer.
“You ready for this?”
Slayer lifted his shirt and motioned towards the pearl handled guns resting at either hip.
“Born ready.”
Ox took a drink of his beer before he set it down on the bar top and looked pointedly at Rayna.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she replied.
And she was ready; she felt like her entire life would be on pause until this was all over.
She wanted to know without a doubt that she’d never have to see an Blazin’ Eagle ever again.
“Okay, the let’s do this.”
Fury turned Rayna in his arms and kissed her lips gently.
“I know you can handle just about anything, but if you get overwhelmed I want you to tell me.”
She patted his chest.
“I appreciate the offer, baby, but tonight ain’t the night for me to get cold feet. My entire sanity is riding on this,” She admitted.
Fury seemed to understand.
“I felt the same when I finally got a hold of the last of the Steel Ponies. Okay, Rayna. The ball is in your court.”
Every man had his eyes on her as she led her very own Calvary into the garage she’d spend countless hours working in.
There was only one light on, at the far end of the garage, where Arrow was tied to a chair.
His head hung forward limply, but when Rayna neared him, his gaze snapped to hers.
He looked better than she’d expected- one eye swollen shut, his mouth inflamed and bloody, his cheeks scraped raw from someone’s fists.
She couldn't see his hands, but she was willing to bet he was missing a few digits.
“Not lookin’ so good,” She murmured.
Arrow gnashed his teeth at her.
“Say whatever you want, bitch. We both know the Blazin’ Eagles got the
best of you,” Arrow sneered.
His crooked smirk told her he knew exactly what they’d done to her.
Rayna thought about that- wondered briefly if it what he said was true- before she pulled her father's gun out of her back pocket and leveled it at his head.
His eyes widened.
“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Torch. The last man that had something to say to me got his head blown off, do you want me to blow your brains out?,” She asked calmly.
Inside, she was trying not to remember the way the Blazin’ Eagles had torn her body apart only after they'd ravaged her mind.
“They’re gonna kill me anyways!”
Rayna glanced the men beside her that he’d nodded at.
She flicked one finger in the air, rocking it side to side.
“Not just yet, baby. You’re gonna do me a favor first.”
He spit blood on the floor as he glared at her.
“Why would I do anything for you?”
Rayna thought about that, turned to see that every single patch member, including Torch, had their eyes on her.
“Because if you don’t, I'm gonna let Limit cut out your tongue,” She spat.
Limit waved in Arrow’s direction and the smaller man began to wiggle in his chair, his eyes wide with fear.
“What do you want?”
Rayna held out Arrow’s own burner phone towards him.
“You’re going to call your friends and tell them you’ve got what you came here for, and tell them to meet you here.”
“Why would they meet me here? I haven’t gotten back to them in days.”
“Rider’s been tracking their phones. They’ve been circling our clubhouse, presumably looking for you. Call them and tell them to meet you here because you have what they want. Tell them you couldn’t get away because the tension in the clubhouse was too hot, but you have a minute, and they can pick up Jonathan Claire’s book.”
Arrow’s jaw ticked and he opened his mouth to argue, but Rayna leveled her gun in his direction again and he finally conceded.
“Fine.”
Limit took the phone from Rayna, probably to give Arrow more incentive not to screw them over for a second time, before he pressed a few buttons and held it up to his ear.
The phone rang two times before Rayna heard a disgruntled voice answer on the other end.
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