A pearl of pre-come dotted the very tip, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
Then, surprising me even more, he sat down and gestured me over with a curl of his hand. “Come suck my cock.”
I did.
I didn’t even question him.
Dropping down to my knees, I ran the tip of my tongue around the crown of his cock, circling it like a dripping ice cream cone, desperate not to spill a drop.
He growled and latched onto my loose hair, holding it up and out of my face so he could get a better view.
I looked up at him and fought not to smile at the look of anticipation in his eyes.
When I felt his balls start to tighten up, he pulled me off his cock roughly.
I stood, my eyes hooded and on him, waiting for his next instruction.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered roughly.
I did, shimmying the black tights down off my hips and kicking them off right along with my Sperry’s.
“Come sit on my cock,” he instructed.
Most men would’ve looked ridiculous with their pants bunched up around their boots, and their legs splayed with their cock pointing up at the ceiling. Grayson, however, did not. He looked fucking beautiful.
When I went to remove the shirt, he shook his head. “Leave it on.”
Following instructions, I straddled his hips with my knees and scooted close until they were touching the back of the chair.
The tip of his cock touched my folds, and he hissed at the contact.
Reaching behind us, he held his cock steady as I slowly bent my knees, engulfing him fully into my well lubricated channel.
“Shit,” I hissed.
He didn’t reply, but I could tell it felt just as good for him as it did for me.
His eyes burned with emotion, only causing me to clench even harder on his invading length.
Eyes flaring, he reached up and pulled the camisole of my top down, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Ride me,” he demanded.
Lifting up slightly, I sank back down experimentally.
His jaw clenched, almost as if he was fighting back his own instincts that urged him to take control.
Grayson, though, let me do my thing.
I rode his cock slow at first, relishing in the feeling of his hard, turgid length stretching me. Filling me to capacity.
I looked down, watching in fascination as his glistening dick disappeared and reappeared inside of me.
I licked my lips, and then started to move faster.
Soon I was slamming my hips down hard over his. His big cock filling me so fast and unbreakable that my orgasm slammed into me before I realized it was close.
With a blinding light of excitement, I clenched down on him tightly, and rode my orgasm as Grayson, sensing the need to take control, latched onto my hips and made me ride him harder.
He growled low in his throat and latched onto the skin above my breast, sucking furiously as his own climax overtook him.
We sat like that for long seconds before Grayson finally had the wherewithal to let my breast go. “Shit, you undo me.”
I grinned down at him, taking in his expression, before giving his dimple a kiss. “Back at ya, big boy.”
The door handle behind us jiggled. Then Sebastian filled the doorway with his large frame.
My ass cheeks, as well as Grayson’s balls, were shielded from view by the flap of his shirt that I still wore.
My hair was a mess of tangles from where he’d lost control and tangled both hands into it.
“Awww, man. Your balls better not be resting on my seat,” Sebastian groaned as he turned around quickly and covered his eyes.
I blushed furiously.
Just as I turned around, a very pissed off face, belonging to one very pissed off police officer, flashed in my peripheral vision before the door closed, leaving my heart pounding in the aftermath.
“Shit,” I gasped in embarrassment.
“Oops. I never intended to do this in here,” Grayson said sheepishly.
I shrugged. “It’s not like we can do anything about it now. Colby was out there, though, and saw me. We should probably get out there before he does something stupid.”
Grayson helped me stand, our combined releases gushing as I stood.
Walking bowlegged to the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and came back for my pants, pulling the camisole up and over my breasts as I went.
“You gave me a hickey,” I moaned as I saw the large mark on my breast, just above the fabric covering my left breast.
He grinned unrepentantly at me. “Oops.”
“You know,” I said, sidling up to him. “It’s only fair that you let me reciprocate.”
And that was how Grayson ended up with a hickey of his own, above the collar of his t-shirt, and getting ribbed for it for the rest of the night.
I did, too, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as hearing Grayson get it from the other members of the MC. In fact, it was downright entertaining, and I had a blast the rest of the night listening to them ribbing him for having no self-control.
Which was true. He didn’t. But I didn’t either. I couldn’t get enough of the man. In fact, I didn’t think that I ever would.
I drank. Grayson didn’t. I laughed, Grayson didn’t. I was loud, Grayson wasn’t.
But he didn’t care about our differences, and neither did I.
We were a perfect fit, and everybody knew it.
Even the one person that was still holding out hope that things weren’t what they seemed.
What I didn’t know, and Grayson didn’t either, was that a man became changed by our display of affection. He was so affected by the news that he promised himself that he’d die before I went any further with Grayson. If he couldn’t be happy, neither could we.
Chapter 16
I will not keep calm. I will raise hell and break shit.
-T-shirt
Torren
I don’t know what to do.
As I walked down the hallway to Frank’s office, I couldn’t tell if I was nauseated because of what I was about to do, or because I was actually nauseated.
My hands shook like I was an alcoholic in a room full of whiskey, and my knees literally felt weak.
Knocking on Frank’s office door, I waited until he replied with a terse, “Come in,” before entering.
Frank’s office was incredibly cluttered. He needed a filing cabinet…or two. Possibly even another room…with a file clerk.
My mind was a mess. “Hey, Grayson. Come in and sit down. I have to make one more phone call and then we can talk,” Frank said, pointing to a chair that was also covered in papers.
I picked up the papers covering the chair before sitting down, stretching my legs out far in front of me until they were nearly touching the front of his desk.
Of course the father had taken to calling me Grayson now, too. It was an off feeling having people use my real name again. It hadn’t been done in quite a long time.
I straightened the pile of papers on the chair and then sat them on top of his desk
She just told me she loves me, and I didn’t tell her I love you back.
I had two options, and neither one of them were good. One was going to kill me, and the other one was going to send me to hell, and then torture me.
“What’s on your mind, son?” Frank asked.
I blinked, not even realizing that he was done with his phone call.
Sitting forward, I leaned my elbows on my knees and scrubbed my face with the palms of my hands.
“Everything,” I groaned. “This is all so fucked up that it’s not even funny.”
Frank sat back in his chair.
The creaking of the leather made me remove my hands from my face as I saw him reach into his desk and pull out a bottle of whiskey, followed by two glasses.
My brows raised. “It’s only nine.”
“It’s three o’clock somewhere,” he said simply.
; I chuckled softly and accepted the glass from him. “I think that saying is ‘Its five o’clock somewhere.’ Not three.”
He shrugged. “It’s Colby again, isn’t it?”
I nodded, bile running up my throat again at just the thought.
“Yeah. I got a letter,” I said, leaning forward and extracting it from my back pocket. Then I handed it to him before watching him read it.
What I saw didn’t surprise me in the least.
I knew exactly when he got to the part that had been the precursor to my nausea.
Your girlfriend better become your ex-girlfriend real quick, or you’ll be finding her skin on your doorstep in pieces. Cunt first.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
That wasn’t even the worst of it.
I knew exactly who’d sent it. Not that there was a signature or anything. I didn’t need one. I knew it was Colby from the bottom of my heart.
I’d shown Silas, Trance and Loki before I came, and their solution was to ‘let her go’ since we had absolutely nothing to go on regarding Colby.
“What are you going to do?” His voice quivered.
My hands went to my hair, and I shook, vibrating with the rage I felt for what I was about to have to do.
“Break it off. I don’t know what else to do to keep her safe,” I said desperately. “They’ve literally got nothing on him. Everything that’s been done, up until now, can be explained away. Nothing ties back to him, and short of killing him, I’ve got nothing left to do. I don’t want her to die. I don’t want her to be unhappy, but if that’s what it takes, then so be it. She’ll be alive.”
I’d ran scenarios over and over again in my head.
I’d even thought of killing him. Ran through it over and over again in my mind, but coming up short each and every time.
If he was gone, I’d be the first one the police would suspect.
I didn’t want to bring that down on my club’s head, nor Tru’s. If it was going to be done, it’d have to be flawless. Nothing could lead back to my family or Tru. Nothing.
And until that could happen, I’d have to pray that by breaking it off, it’d stop.
If it didn’t stop, then I had one other option, and I wanted any and all ties cut before I did it.
“She’s going to be crushed at first, but she’s a smart girl, Grayson. She’ll figure it out. Make it look believable, though. Do it somewhere where everyone will see her. I hate to say it, but at the bar would be the best place. Invite her to lunch,” Frank said desolately.
His eyes looked haunted, and I could tell it was going to be hard on him as well.
“You know,” Frank said. “I can still remember the day where I said all those cruel things to my girl. I lost her, but she came back. She’s a forgiving one, my Tru. You’ve just got to put your trust in her. She’s a good girl. A loyal one. She thought she was sneaky about it, but I could still tell each and every time when I saw her discreetly watching me.”
He shook his head, and a smile crossed his lips. “There was this one time I was working a case,” a laugh burst free from his lips. “She must’ve seen my vehicle parked on the road or something. She stopped and wrote a note. ‘I love you,’ was all it said. I’d come out of that burned down building with my heart aching, and then I saw the note,” he shook his head again. “She’s the sun that comes out in the middle of a thunderstorm. She’ll change your life…if you let her.”
My eyes closed. I wanted to let her.
I knew it was cruel, what I was about to do.
God, I don’t want to do it.
“Alright,” I said and stood. “I’ll do it this afternoon. Go check on her for me tomorrow, please.”
He stood and offered me his hand. “I’m here if you need anything.”
I laughed humorlessly. “I’m going to need a shoulder to cry on, but I suspect she’ll need one too, and you can’t be there for us both at the same time.”
He smiled sadly at me. “She’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
Yeah, but would I be?
***
Tru
I left in a haze.
What the hell just happened?
With my phone tucked into the crook of my neck, I called in sick, knowing I wouldn’t be able to go back to work. There was just no way I’d be able to function. Not after what Grayson…Torren… had just told me.
I’m sorry, Tru. It’s just not working. It’s too much work. You’re too much work, and I don’t love you. When you admitted it last night, I knew I couldn’t string you along anymore.
Too much work.
I don’t love you.
I hadn’t been able to say a word. Literally, I stood there speechless.
He’d told me that in front of the entire bar.
Then that stupid bitch ex of his had given the smuggest look I’d ever seen before, and I’d wanted to punch her straight white teeth out.
In front of his friends. My friends. Or ex-friends, now, I guess.
There was no way in hell I’d be able to be around them. It’d hurt too much.
I had no one.
And Iliana wasn’t talking to me.
I should probably make an effort there, but right now I just couldn’t work up the desire to do anything.
There was no way I’d bring it up to my parents. I didn’t want them thinking badly about him. Especially when they both worked hand in hand with the fire department.
He didn’t deserve their anger. He was just being honest.
I walked to the car slowly, trying to think about anything but Grayson…Torren.
That man in there wasn’t my Grayson. That was Torren. They weren’t the same. Not even close.
The icing on the cake had been when he’d slung his arm around that girl. Molly.
Molly had beamed at him, looping her arm around his back and hugging him tight, laying her head against his chest.
I’d wanted to run out of there screaming and crying, but somehow I made myself walk.
Don’t run. Don’t run.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Those two mantras got me to my car, and then into my car by sheer force of will.
I could tell that everyone’s eyes were on me.
The patrons. The few members of The Dixie Wardens that had been in there. Torren’s brother. Hell, even Baylee had been there to witness my humiliation.
I knew as soon as I passed over the threshold of my new place, I’d be a goner. The tears would start, and wouldn’t stop until I was in an exhausted heap on the floor.
But I had one stop to make before that.
I had to go to the store.
A good cry wouldn’t do without ice cream and chips to gorge on. I couldn’t do it without that.
I’d be lucky if I didn’t gain thirty pounds in the next month.
I pulled up into the parking lot. The very last place I wanted to be.
But if I wanted to sleep on my bed without unpacking any boxes for sheets, then I’d have to get through it. That, and I didn’t have anything in my freezer.
The only thing in the entire place that’d been ‘unpacked’ was my TV and bed.
So I’d gotten the run to Walmart done as quick and painless as I could. I purchased sheets and the first season of Orange Is The New Black, and bought 3 gallons of ice cream before going home.
***
It took me a while to realize it.
It was somewhere in the middle of my sixth bowl of ice cream and the tenth straight episode when my rational brain had decided to come online.
His eyes.
That’s what had been bothering me since I’d left.
His eyes didn’t say ‘I want to break up with you,’ they said, ‘please forgive me.’
They’d been shiny.
At first I’d thought it was because the sun had been shining in his eyes.
But the longer I stayed there thinking about it, the more and more I became convinced that I was right.
Which begged to ans
wer…why?
Chapter 17
Truckies. First in, last out.
-Torren to Sebastian
Torren
“Get your ass out of that house, now,” Sebastian bellowed.
I ignored him, walking through the burning house, feeling the wall as I went.
“You’re not fucking invincible, asshole! Get out!” Kettle added his two cents.
The house was crumbling around my ears, but I could hear the weak cries of the infant in the room beyond, and I wasn’t leaving him.
We’d arrived on scene to smoke billowing out of the second story’s open window.
That’d been the way that the frantic mother had gotten out, slipping down the trellis.
She’d tried to get back in to no avail. Her locks had held true, and her infant son’s life hung in the balance.
We’d arrived, and as a Truckie, I’d been the first one in, with Dillon at my back.
Now, though, I was all alone.
Dillon had followed orders, thinking that I’d been right behind him.
He was wrong.
I wasn’t.
I’d frozen at the first sound of the infant’s weak cry before starting slowly forward, further and further away from the front door, and the only portal of exit.
“I’m getting the kid,” I stated firmly.
“If you don’t get out right now, you’re fired,” Sebastian growled menacingly.
I ignored him as adrenaline poured through my veins.
Fire was a living, breathing beast.
It was tricky, and had a brain of its own.
Just when I thought I had a lock on how fire worked, something new would rear its head. Every day was a learning experience.
Feeling the hard solidness of a wall in front of me, I followed it to the side until I felt the familiar feeling of a door handle.
After ascertaining no heat from the other side of the door, I opened it quickly and shut it behind me, relieved to see that the smoke hadn’t penetrated the room fully yet.
I saw the legs of the crib and crawled as quickly as my large body and tools would allow me, stopping once I was in front of it.
The infant’s cry was weaker now, but I was relieved to see that the tiny baby was kicking, fully aware.
Pissed, but aware.
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