Connected in Pain : A Motorcycle Club Romance Trilogy of Crow & Rylynn

by Ryan Michele

  Of all the guys in the club, it had to be him of all people. I was out of my mind.

  Hot, sexy as hell, rough, take no shit—Crow.

  Fuck, even his damn name was mysterious and foreboding, leading me thousands of ways in how to interpret. Too bad I didn’t ask him how he got his road name, or I assumed it was his road name because not many men would be named Crow, but who the hell knew anymore.

  We were too busy doing other things to discuss the intricacies of his name.

  Great things.

  Sexy things.

  Hot things.

  Things that didn’t involve conversations about names or pretty much anything. Movement, noises of pleasure, and the air conditioner kicking on then off were the only sounds in the room.

  I was an idiot even if I still felt him between my thighs in delicious ways. But the worst part was I put myself in this position. He kept looking at me across the room at the clubhouse, and I approached him. No, I couldn’t believe it either, but I did. One touch of those sensuous lips of his and I melted. The rest was obviously history.

  Searching the room for the time, I took in the space, needing to get my head out of the clouds and get focused. The layout was like any other hotel I’d ever been in: bed, TV, dresser, chair and desk. The sleek lines of silver around the mirror and accents of the furniture screamed of money. That could only mean one thing—we were at the Marriot right outside of Sumner, Georgia about twenty-five miles from my home.

  Shit.

  Too close, but still far away.

  Since Crow gave me a ride last night on the back of his bike, now I had to figure out how in the hell to get home from here. Another stupid move, but being on the back while he drove the roads of my hometown with the moon shining down on us last night was incredible and worth every second of it. The getaway portion of the morning though, not having my Jeep was a hindrance. But I was a big girl and could handle anything life threw at me. That was what we did in my family. Problem, find a solution. End of story.

  Being around clubs all my life, I knew how this one-night stand situation worked. Brother picked up a woman, fucked her seven ways to Sunday, then kicked her out on her ass after he had his fill.

  A piece of ass.

  Fuck, now I was one of them, something I never wanted to be in the club life. Women were all over the guys in the club before they met their significant others. They did the fuck-n-go on more than one occasion, never even remembering the chick’s name. Hell, Cooper and Ryker tore up the sheets all the damn time. Not now, though. Now, I was the one doing it. No, I chose to do it. Had no one to blame but my damn self for putting me smack dab in the center of the situation.

  Seemed my thoughts of staying clear from being one of those girls went up in a huge puff of smoke. Lost in a blur of alcohol, a haze of pain, I allowed myself to fall to the very depths of Hell with a man I could tell would show me a great time. Shit, I initiated it, even going as far as kissing him right off the bat with no preamble or small talk whatsoever.

  The strange thing was that after those thoughts swam through my head, I searched for the guilt that I thought would smear my conscience.

  Guilt that I went against my own damn rule.

  Guilt that I slept with someone from my father’s club.

  Guilt that I knew the hurtful look in so many women’s eyes the morning after.

  Except that look wasn’t on my face. That wasn’t what I had inside me.

  The feeling of regret wasn’t showing its ugly head, chasing me down with a crowbar ready to beat the shit out of me.

  Except that emotion wasn’t there barreling through, trying to take over my rational thoughts. There was no resentment for what I’d done or being angry with myself. Crow helped kill the pain last night, exactly what I’d needed to keep going. There was no way to get pissed at that. He gave me what I needed more times than I could count, taking me away from life for a period of time.

  A steel tattooed, banded arm fell across my stomach pulling me into Crow’s hard and warm, just woke from sleep body, my head having no choice but to fall on the pillow next to his as he’d turned his body some time during my thoughts.

  Damn, the man was strong. We’d battled it out last night, each of us wanting the upper hand and each wanting to be in control of the night. Unfortunately, with him being built with hard muscle, fast reflexes, and being all man, he took me over with frustrating ease, even with my best defensive moves and I had an arsenal of them. It was sexy as all hell when he brought me to surrender, because not many could do that, and it kicked ass that for the first time in my life Crow was able to accomplish it in the most delicious of ways.

  “Kiss,” he ordered, his lips coming in to claim mine, and immediately I pulled back. No way in hell he was coming near my mouth before a toothbrush went through it—twice. No man wanted to taste cotton mouth from the chick he fucked the night before. That was just gross. Fuck, I didn’t want to taste that shit either, but was stuck for the moment.

  His brow raised in question, but he said nothing waiting for me to explain. This was one of the swift revelations when it came to Crow. He had this way about him, that he didn’t need to say a word, but you knew he wanted more information. You would think it’d be obvious what my dilemma was for him, but apparently not and I needed to fill in the gaps.

  “Bourbon tastes like sweaty balls after a workout at the gym in the morning, buddy.”

  A slow, sexy smirk tipped the corners of his lips, my body wanting to pull even closer to him. That one movement was such a dynamic change to his hard face that part of me melted. The man was gorgeous in that rough, don’t fuck with me, I’ll beat the living shit out of you if you come near me—way. A look that made my body alert and wanton. There was no doubt in my mind that if someone was on Crow’s bad side, they wouldn’t last long on this planet.

  He in no way took me for a man to put up with shit and eat it. Instead, a man who would do what needed to be done without hesitation.

  But that damn smirk was killer. It pulled me in like no other and if I didn’t have sweaty balls in my mouth, my lips would be on his in a flash.

  Crow didn’t speak. Quick as lightning though, he released me, his arms wrapping around my spread opened thighs, his body falling to his stomach positioning right at my core where his mouth attacked. Speedy. Fuck, he was fast for a big guy. The way he had control of his body was damn impressive.

  “What are you—” My words were cut off when his tongue flicked my clit and sent spasms up my spine, causing me to arch at the sensations. His tongue felt rough over my flesh one moment, then soft the next. He repeated this over and over, changing it up.

  “Having breakfast,” he said, but I really didn’t care because he was devouring me with his mouth, his lips pulling in as he sucked my hard nub. My hands went to the sheets and dug into the softness, holding on for dear life as if my fingertips would stop me from floating from this spot up into the air.

  Crow was damn good with his mouth, like he should get an award for ‘fastest and most precise tongue flicks’ because he knew exactly when to give them to me, at what speed and what pressure. Even going as far as to give it circles that ended in a deep suck. As I looked down, his blue eyes captured mine, holding me captive in some sort of trance and causing me to be unable to look away.

  He was reading me, my body, taking notes on what got me off and what didn’t. Which part of my pussy got the most reaction and experimenting with his fingers this way and that to find just the right spot to set me aflame. The ways my body arched or quivered and doing those things over and over again like the tempo of a song on repeat. If something didn’t get the reaction out of me that he wanted, he changed it up to something new, never stopping, never giving me a second to gather myself, keeping me on edge, making me yearn for it. My head flew back to the bed.

  His fingers inside of me crooked up rubbing the sensitive flesh, building my body higher and higher. My skin was hot and a slight sheen came over it holding noth
ing back from this man, letting him see exactly how he made me feel. I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t allow it. Instead, it was pushing me, taunting me, and making me crave more and more, pushing me to want to beg for his cock. I didn’t beg, but fuck if I didn’t for want to for him. He was that damn good.

  My clit spasmed as he flicked then sucked it, doing this while his fingers thrust in and out of me, rubbing the sensitive walls.

  All of it together was too much.

  Too much feeling.

  Too much winding up.

  Too much everything.

  Clutching the sheets and pulling them from the confines of the mattress, my body bucked when wave after wave of pleasure swept through every cell inside of me exploding me into particles in the atmosphere. My mind blanked letting this moment sweep me away and ride the euphoria, my body shaking on its own accord. Yeah, staying here until the end of time would be fantastic.

  He was damn good at this beginning to know my body more than myself.

  Crow didn’t stop touching, licking, kissing and sucking as my mind started to float back down to earth, my body becoming flush on the bed once again. The light sheen of sweat turned into full wetness, my arm going to my forehead to wipe it away quickly. Working out today wouldn’t be necessary. Crow took care of that just fine.

  Breaths were hard to intake. Once I pulled my shit together and was able to steady myself, my eyes gazed down at him. He gave my mound one more kiss, lifted up, and gave me the killer smile that landed my ass here in the first place.

  That alone was a weapon.

  Lethal. Brutal. Beautiful.

  The first one I saw at the clubhouse wasn’t even directed at me, but it hit me between the legs rocking my world on its axis and bringing me here.

  “Smug,” I murmured, my head falling down to the bed missing the pillow and collapsing on the mattress. When he said nothing for a moment, I lifted up on my elbows to look down at him, but the moment my arms touched the mattress, hands went around my ankles and pulled me down the bed.

  An unexpected shriek filled the air when Crow lifted me as if I weighed nothing and carried me to the bathroom, setting me on my feet. The cool tile did nothing to alleviate the warmth coursing through me. Good thing his arm was around my waist because the quick movement had my brain screaming at me to take it easy. “What are you doing?”

  Crow said nothing.

  A man of few words I was coming to realize, but as I stared at him, he said, “Teeth” and he pointed to the sink, then leaned into my ear, his lips caressing the shell. “Our tongues’ll be dancin’.”

  Damn that was hot. The few words he spoke packed a hell of a punch. My knees felt wobbly for a moment before I stopped that shit and stared at him in the mirror. “Smoke signals would’ve worked better.”

  His brow quirked as I knew it would. The sarcasm that came from my lips was something people around me either loved or hated. Most saw it as a bitch thing, while others laughed and caught on quickly. Some people had sticks up their asses and didn’t get me, which was fine because I didn’t want to get them either. They weren’t my kind of people, which were a select few in this world.

  His teeth nipped my ear and warned, “Thirty seconds.”

  “I hear cotton mouth is the new thing. All the chicks are trying it.”

  He said nothing again, just stared at me through the mirror, waiting, but not really waiting… more like challenging me. Which I didn’t get, but I was no pussy. I may have one, but that didn’t mean I was one. Two completely different things.

  I kept his stare meeting his invitation.

  “Fifteen.” His fingertips dug into my hips, biting into my flesh. Crow was on edge, his eyes filled with desire, and I was going to push him over. I couldn’t help myself.

  “Threw up a little in the night too. Add that to cotton and you’ve got a party in my mouth.”

  That didn’t faze him in the least because he smirked just waiting for me again, saying nothing.

  It occurred to me that I had set up the rules. It was me who told him not to kiss me because the taste was gross. It wasn’t him because he was obviously fine with it and wanted it before the words left my lips.

  He didn’t tell me I had to do anything. He brought me into the bathroom because of me saying I needed to brush. This had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me. Crow was doing me a solid, giving me what I’d asked for. Dammit.

  “Seven,” he warned, and I grabbed the ugly as hell complimentary white toothbrush and paste, then brushed the hell out of my teeth, repeating the process twice. I spit, tried to grab a towel to wipe off my mouth, but it was no use because Crow’s lips were on mine.

  My taste on his tongue turned me on and damn him, there wasn’t a hint of morning breath or cotton mouth to be found on him. How the hell did guys do that? Still taste damn good after a night of drinking and fucking. Women, at least me, weren’t that lucky.

  He stole my breath, my hands moving up to thread through his hair at the nape as he pulled me as close to him as possible. His hands went to my ass, lifting me up as my legs wrapped around his hard, naked hips. My breasts pressed into him, nipples becoming aroused peaks. Wetness pooled at my thighs as I rubbed my clit on him like a fucking cat in heat.

  One explosive orgasm only moments ago and I was ready to go again. Damn this man.

  His hands squeezed my ass hard, to the point of erotic pain. I ripped my lips from his and yelled out, tossing my head back as my hips ground more into his abs craving the friction. Shit, I was almost there and he wasn’t even inside me.

  Crow walked me out of the bathroom and my back found the bed, his hard cock at my entrance ready to plunge inside and I wanted it, desperately. Needed it. Craved it.

  One solid thrust and he was deep inside of me, my body stretching to accommodate him and burning at the same time. He wasn’t my first, but he was the first with this much girth and I felt him everywhere, opening me and making me burst from the seams. It was so damn good.

  My legs wrapped around his hips and tightened and flexed with each of his movements, while his lips came down on mine and sucked what little air I had in my lungs out. His back was covered in a slight sheen as his hips went to work pounding inside of me. The cords of his muscular arm flexed with each of his thrusts.

  Crow pulled out, my eyes flying open to stare at his blues. A wicked grin tilted his lips as he flipped me to my belly then climbed on top of me and pressed my legs together. I couldn’t think or move because he had me captured, pinning me to the bed with his weight.

  His knees wide over my hips, he tipped my hips just a touch and found my entrance once again. This position was indescribably deeper, and a cry poured out when he touched my womb. Each stroke of him in that spot sent me higher and higher. It was as if it were another G-spot or something up there and with the combination of my clit rubbing against the sheets and his cock not slowing, I dropped my head to the mattress and screamed out my release.

  “Fuck your pussy,” he grunted it like a curse, his hips pistoning like an engine, the bed hitting the wall and making a steady rhythm of noise that I didn’t give one shit if someone was pissed in the next room for.

  My orgasm continued or maybe another one hit, I wasn’t sure, but my body was loving every second of the thrill of the ride.

  On an intense upward thrust, he stilled inside and I could feel his cock pulsing, spilling himself inside of me. Fuck, I needed to get to the pharmacy and get the morning after pill. He fucked me all night without a condom, and I hadn’t said a damn word. I’d had an IUD for years, but fucking him raw was a mistake. Fucking any man you didn’t plan on being in your bed regularly wasn’t smart to do ungloved, and the morning after pill would just give me more reassurance that at least a baby wouldn’t be in the mix.

  Ungloved. Mark this in the stupid as fuck category. Bikers didn’t have a code for getting off, but most did have one for using condoms considering the amount of ready pussy available to them. That was my own
fault though, because I was smarter than that and wanted to kick my own ass for it. Doctor’s appointment would be in my future. He’d better be clean or I’d have to shoot that gorgeous dick off, and that would be a shame for all womankind.

  His weight came down on my back, his labored breathing all I could feel. Lips came to my ear with the pants sending chills down my spine making me feel wonderful that I put this strong man to the point of exhaustion. Already warm, his hard body made me feel like an inferno burning from the inside out. Normal was never my thing, but being ready to go again right after fucking someone’s brains out was a bit over the top. But here I was ready for more.

  It was such a turn on that he wanted me so badly, like he couldn’t get enough of me. He craved me. Wanted me. And that feeling was mutual. The chemistry between us could cause more sparks than a fireworks show.

  He was so fucking good at this, but being older than me he’d for sure had his fair share of practice. I didn’t know exactly how old he was, but I knew it was older than Cooper. So, my guess was early thirties. Really though, who gave a shit? Age was just a number to tick off on your paperwork. It didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of life. He may have more experience than me, but fuck yeah, I could hold my own.

  “Fuck, Ry,” he groaned, pulling out of me and rolling to the bed on his back. I took that opportunity to roll to mine and get some fresh air inside my lungs and on my body.

  “Not so bad yourself for an old guy,” I teased.

  His head turned to me, brow lifted. “I’ll fuckin’ show you old.”

  He rolled me over and proceeded to show me—twice more—how old he was, and I loved every second of it.

  Rules be damned, I fucked myself this time as hard as he fucked me.

  2

  Crow

  How the fuck was my cock hard again, just from laying by Rylynn? That shit hadn’t happened since I was a fucking teen when pussy was all I thought about. With Ry though, I didn’t think the sated feeling would ever come. It was strange to feel this way. I wasn’t used to it. Nor had it ever happened before.