Not Attainable (Red Eyes MC Romance)

by Blair Grey

  I was starting to wonder if he was regretting things. From the way he had kissed me, like he didn’t really want to, to the way he had sent me off home alone for the night, it just seemed like maybe he didn’t want me around. Like maybe this really was just about convenience. Like there was nothing else between us.

  I tried not to be upset by that. It was probably just typical guy stuff. He was probably commitment-shy, and now he was forced into this marriage with me. He probably thought I was going to start getting attached to him, that I wouldn’t want to get divorced when all this was over, and that he was really stuck with me. He was trying to make sure that didn’t happen.

  Just because I understood it, though, it didn’t make me feel any better about it. I couldn’t help feeling somehow cheated. I wanted a real kiss from him, up there at the altar. Maybe it was too soon for us to be married, but we were married now, legally. I wanted to act like it. Even if it was just so that he could get his hands on his inheritance.

  I shook those thoughts out of my head, though, and smiled at Dad.

  “So where is your beau now?” he asked.

  “Back home, I guess,” I said, shrugging. “He told me to come home and pack. He wants to leave for Texas tomorrow.”

  “Good,” Dad said, nodding approvingly. He paused. “I would have thought you would take this opportunity to spend a little time away from the house, though.”

  I laughed. “Come on; we’re only married so that Will can get his money. You know that.” I wondered if he could hear how hollow my words sounded.

  Dad raised an eyebrow at me. “You know, if there was one man in this world that I would maybe consider you being with, it would be Will.”

  “Really?” I asked in surprise. “I would have thought that because he’s in Red Eyes, you wouldn’t want me anywhere near him.”

  “I said I would maybe consider you being with him.”

  “Right, right. No one’s good enough for me, are they?” I asked with a grin on my face. But I was still tossing his words around in my mind. Did he already know? Was that why he was so okay with this whole thing? But no, he would have said something.

  “So, off to Texas tomorrow, is it?” Dad asked. “You behave yourself with that man. I trust Will, but he is a man. And men have certain desires.”

  I rolled my eyes, even though I could feel my heart start to beat a little faster. Off to Texas, all alone. Just the two of us. Will could have his way with me every night if he wanted to. And I wouldn’t have to worry about getting home to Dad afterward; we could pass out together, cuddling, and in the morning, we’d wake up twisted together beneath the sheets.

  Dad raised an eyebrow at me, and I could tell he knew exactly what I was thinking, or at least had some idea of it. But he didn’t know that it wouldn’t be the first time that Will and I had had sex with one another. “Be careful,” he said, his voice gravelly with some emotion I couldn’t identify.

  For the first time, though, I started to wonder if maybe I could tell him about Will and me. Maybe he wouldn’t kill us both after all. I filed that thought away to consider further. But for now, I gave Dad another quick hug, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for always being there for me, Dad,” I said.

  “I’m sorry I had to get you involved in this mess.”

  “I don’t mind. Really.” If only he knew how much I didn’t mind. “Why don’t I make us some lunch?”

  “That sounds great, sweetheart,” Dad said. “And don’t you worry about this trip to Texas. You know I’m only a phone call away, no matter where you go. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

  “Thanks, Dad,” I said, even though the last thing I wanted was to have to call him in the middle of the trip to come rescue me. I appreciated that he would always be there for me, though.

  I headed inside, but my thoughts were far from what kind of sandwiches to prepare. I stared down at the ring on my finger. I’d actually been surprised when Will had pulled it out earlier. Silly me, I hadn’t even thought about all the logistics of the wedding. This was just so that we could get that piece of paper; surely, we didn’t need to exchange rings and everything, did we?

  But of course, it would look like it was just a sham if we didn’t act like we were married. And there had been something really nice about watching Will slip this simple band with its three tiny diamonds onto my finger.

  I knew we weren’t really married, not in any way beyond the legal one, but that didn’t stop me from feeling happy about the whole thing. It felt good being the wife of a man that I truly had feelings for. I knew I should feel like it was too soon, that things were moving too fast between us. A few weeks ago, we had still been dancing around each other, the sexual tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Somehow, we’d gone from that to sleeping with one another to married, all in the span of weeks.

  It was a whirlwind, an absolute whirlwind. But there was something about it I had to appreciate. Even if things didn’t work out between us in the end, I liked that Will was my first in so many things now: my first lover, my first husband.

  I smiled to myself, lightly tracing my finger over the diamonds, and then set about making lunch.

  29

  Will

  On Thursday morning, I headed over to Belle’s house, feeling as though my body was practically thrumming with energy. When I knocked on the door to the mother-in-law house, no one answered, so I headed to the main house instead. Ray answered the door.

  “Hey, man,” I said, feeling suddenly nervous. How was he taking all of this? “I’m here to pick up my wife.” I stumbled a little over the last word, still trying to get used to the idea that Belle and I were married now.

  Ray grinned at me and clapped me on the shoulder. “Congratulations on that, by the way,” he said, smirking at me.

  I snorted. “You know it’s just for show.”

  “Still,” Ray said. He eyed me seriously for a long moment, still making no move to let me in. “I want you to be careful,” he said quietly. “Take good care of my daughter, as though she really were your wife. Don’t let anything happen to her.”

  “Of course.”

  “I’m serious,” Ray continued. “If you were any other man, there’s no way I would have let Belle get involved in any of this. I’m trusting you with her.”

  I nodded, not sure what to say in response. There was still part of me that wanted to tell him that he had no reason to trust me, not ever again. That I had wanted her before this whole marriage thing had ever come up. That I was the asshole she was staying out late with.

  But I held my tongue.

  A moment later, Belle came down the stairs behind her father. “Oh, Will!” she said, sounding surprised to see me there.

  Ray finally stepped back to let me in, with one last, meaningful look at me. Then, he turned his attention to his daughter. “Did you find it?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” Belle said, holding up a dark leather jacket.

  I swallowed hard, picturing her in that, her arms around my waist, her hair blowing in the wind. Shit, I was getting hard already. She was too sexy for her own good.

  “Are you hungry?” Belle asked. “I could make you some breakfast.”

  “Already ate,” I said, kind of regretting that I had. The last thing I really wanted was to sit down with Belle and Ray right now, together. I was afraid I might say something wrong, something that hinted at the deeper relationship that Belle and I had. But at the same time, it would have been nice. A picture of domestic bliss, something I didn’t usually have in my life.

  “Okay,” Belle said, looking a little disappointed, too. “So it’s time to hit the road?”

  “Yeah, if you’re ready,” I said.

  “I am,” Belle said, nodding. She gave her dad a big hug. “I’ll see you soon, Dad.”

  “See you soon,” he agreed. To my surprise, Ray turned to me and gave me a hug as well, clapping me on the back. “Be good to her,” he murmured.

  “I will,”
I said, my heart in my throat as I watched Belle slip on the leather jacket. I shook my head and led the way out to my bike.

  I drove a little slower with Belle on the back of the bike than I normally did when I was out on my own, but we still made good time. Especially since our appointment with Greg wasn’t until the following day anyway. We wandered around town a little when we arrived, before finally settling on a burger joint for dinner.

  “Can you believe that this has all worked out?” Belle asked as we sat there across from each other.

  I laughed and shook my head, tracing my thumb across her knuckles. Her wedding ring glittered beneath the fluorescent lighting. “Honestly, I’m surprised at how cool Ray was about all of it.”

  “Me too!” Belle said. She shook her head. “I guess he really must have felt like he didn’t have any other choice, but still.” She paused. “So what do you think you’re going to study in college?”

  “It’s a little too soon for figuring that out, I guess,” I said, shrugging. “All the money I’m getting right now is going toward the motorcycle club.”

  “Does it have to, though?” Belle asked, cocking her head to the side. “I mean, I know you’re going to have to pay for the damages to the clubhouse and have enough funds for operational expenses, but I really don’t think it would be a problem for you to keep part of the fortune for yourself. Do you?”

  I stared at her for a long moment. Then, I shook my head. “Probably not,” I admitted.

  “I just figure, the sooner you get started with all of that, the sooner you can start the next chapter of your life,” Belle said shyly. “The next chapter of our lives.”

  I was surprised to hear her say that. “I figured as soon as we met with the lawyers and got our hands on the money, you’d be getting ready to get a divorce,” I said, grinning crookedly at her.

  “Why would you say that?” Belle asked.

  I shrugged. “I know the sex is good between us, but I just figured this probably wasn’t the way you pictured your life going,” I said. “I guess I just pictured you with someone different in the long run. And I know all of this has come up pretty fast.”

  “It has,” Belle agreed. She was starting to blush, and she stared down at the table. “But I don’t know; being married to you isn’t so bad.” She flashed me a quick grin. “Besides, I was already thinking that maybe you could help me out with something when we get back. I’ve been trying to get my own place for a while now, but every time I bring it up, Dad freaks out. If I moved in with you…”

  She trailed off, looking embarrassed. “I know it’s all too soon. That we don’t know each other well enough. And I know that you probably like your privacy, and you don’t want me to be around all the time. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “Hey,” I said, my voice soft but firm. Belle finally looked up at me. “If I can help you out, whatever you need, I’ll do it. I owe you one, after all. Besides, I don’t think it would be that bad, having you around.” I grinned. “If I really got sick of you, I have a guest bedroom.”

  Belle laughed. “Okay,” she said. She shrugged. “We don’t have to figure it all out now; I just wanted you to know that I’m not so unhappy about all of this.”

  “Good to know,” I said.

  “You’re going to be great in college, whatever you decide to study,” Belle said, picking up her earlier line of conversation.

  “How do you know that?” I asked, unable to keep the amusement from my voice.

  “You’re smart,” Belle said frankly. “And what’s more, I know that you really want to change your life. You’ll put in the effort. Get the work done. You’re going to be great.”

  “Thanks,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I’m a little nervous about it.”

  “Why?” Belle asked curiously.

  I shrugged. “I’m just probably going to be older than a lot of the people in my classes. And I didn’t graduate high school. I’ve got my GED, but it’s not the same. Plus, I have to face your father and tell him that I want out of Red Eyes.”

  “Maybe you should take things one step at a time,” Belle suggested. “Tell him that you’re temporarily not going to be around the MC very much, because you’re going back to school. Conveniently schedule one of your classes for Mondays so that he can’t guilt you into going to the club meetings. And then when you finally get your degree, tell him that you want to get a real job and settle down. Something like that.”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “That’s a pretty good plan,” I admitted.

  “Years of dealing with my father,” Belle said breezily. She smiled at me.

  Eventually, we headed back to the hotel room. Belle flopped on the bed, stretching widely. For a moment, I just had to stare at her. The wind had blown some of her hair free of its braid that afternoon, and her cheeks were a little flushed as well. Her shirt had ridden up a little when she flopped down, displaying a thin, pale stretch of skin just above her hips. I felt my mouth go dry. I wanted nothing more than to crawl on top of her, to cover her body with mine and kiss my way along her skin.

  Belle raised an eyebrow at me, and I realized that that was what she wanted as well. I remembered what she had said before, about how she didn’t exactly mind being married to me. About how maybe she might want to keep up this charade even once we were back in Las Cruces.

  I slowly tugged off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. “I guess since we’re married now, maybe it’s time to consecrate our marriage,” I said as I came over to the bed.

  Belle shivered, watching me with dark eyes as I climbed onto the bed and pulled her against me. Her fingers were gentle, tracing the tattoos that ran across my chest. For a moment, we just laid there like that. Even though this was just a wedding born out of the need to get my inheritance money, I couldn’t help but feel that there was something special about this time. I wanted to remember every detail of it, the look in her eyes, the way she licked those soft pink lips of hers.

  I leaned in to kiss her, tender but with an underlying note of need to it. Belle opened her mouth to me almost immediately, deepening the kiss as her fingers continued to rove over my body. I couldn’t help but grin.

  30

  Belle

  I trembled as Will stripped me down bare, his lips tracing lines of fire along my naked skin. He moved impossibly slow until I felt as though every nerve was keyed up, until I almost felt as though I would rattle right out of my skin. I could feel dampness puddling between my legs, a deep and insistent need to have him inside of me. But he took his sweet time, rubbing against me, pressing his clothed member against the hollow between my legs, until I was practically begging him for more.

  He shimmied out of his jeans and boxers, but even then, he left my panties on, rocking against me again. I could feel how hard he was, could feel his tip almost entering me, pressed tight against the flimsy material of my panties. He gave me another deep, passionate kiss even as he continued to grind against me. His fingers found one nipple, roughly stimulating it until it stood sharp against my skin.

  I twisted my face away from the kiss. “Please,” I gasped, twisting and trying to get my panties off myself. But Will pinned me easily in place with his weight, and his lips now closed over my earlobe, sending sparks of lust shooting right through me. I couldn’t help but laugh, breathless and desperate.

  He trailed kisses down the length of my body, and even though I arched and moaned as he got close to that spot between my legs, he didn’t stop when he got there. Instead, he pressed only a light kiss against the damp fabric, before pressing kisses along the insides of my thighs. I whimpered, feeling like I might explode just from this before he even got my panties off.

  Will caught my hips in his hands and dragged me toward him so that I had one leg on either side of his hips. He pushed my panties to the side and slid one finger into my core, even as his other hand fumbled with a condom. While he was distracted with the condom, I finally managed to get
my panties off, throwing them somewhere off in the room as though they had offended me. Will’s eyes twinkled with amusement at the gesture, but he didn’t comment.

  He thrust into me all in one go, and I gasped, feeling as though all the air had been punched out of my lungs. This wasn’t my first time anymore, but I still felt so impossibly tight around him, as though he had somehow been made to be inside me, just the perfect length and girth.

  He moved his hips tantalizingly slow, and no matter how hard I tried to quicken his movements, he refused to let me take control. He swiveled his hips to the side, and I mewled, surprised by how good that felt, his tip dragging down my walls, opening me even further for him. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, and I twisted my fingers in the sheets, sure that I couldn’t take this for much longer.

  Sensing that I was close to release, Will slowed things down even further, until I was hyperaware of every careful thrust. Just as I got used to the slower pace, just as I started to catch my breath again, he slammed into me, three rapid and hard thrusts that sent me spilling over the edge.

  But Will wasn’t done with me yet. He slowed his thrusts again, letting me catch my breath once more. My eyes fluttered shut, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me. He nibbled at my neck, his hand coming down to lightly stroke my clit, and I cried out, hardly able to bear the intense level of stimulation.

  I could feel how hard Will was, and I could tell from his ragged breathing and from the faces he made that he was close as well. Suddenly, he pulled out, flipping me over and sliding into me from a new angle, his body draped over mine. His movements were rapid now, almost frantic, slamming into my core over and over and over again. I cried out with each thrust, holding his hand where it pressed down into the bed.