by Wilder, L.
Seconds later, my bra was freed from my body and thrown to the floor, then his mouth closed over my breast, scraping his teeth across my sensitive flesh, knowing just how to drive me wild. My fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. His hand slid between my legs, and my breath caught as he ran his finger along the edge of my satin panties. His other hand cupped my breast, the rough pad of his thumb stroking across my nipple as he added fuel to the fire burning within me.
Impatient for more, I reached down and tugged at his belt, and he helped me lower his jeans down his hips. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I needed to be taken, to feel him inside of me. I glanced up and was in complete awe of how beautiful Grayson was with his perfectly defined abs and his oh-so-pronounced V. When he caught me gawking at him, his eyes danced with mischief. “Like what you see?”
All I could muster was a brief nod and “Mmm-hmm.”
His smirk quickly faded as he looked down at me sprawled out on the bed. “You’re amazing, Kiersten. Absolutely amazing.”
Before I had time to respond, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. He hovered over me, the heat of our breaths mingling between us until the anticipation became too much, and his mouth crashed down around mine. His hand dove into my hair and grasped at the nape of my neck while he delved deeper into my mouth, our tongues twisting and tasting with nothing but passion and desire as his other hand grabbed at my panties and lowered them down my thighs.
Once they were gone, I wrapped my legs around him, engulfing him deep inside me. I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move, matching the rhythm of his hips as I rocked mine against him. I’d never felt anything so incredible and wanted to savor the moment and let myself feel every erotic sensation, but Grayson had other plans.
He let out a deep-seated growl as he pulled out and quickly flipped me on my stomach, then lifted me up to take me from behind. With one thrust, he was buried deep inside me. He withdrew for a moment, then slammed into me again, and with each shift of his hips, his rhythm quickly became more powerful and fierce. I was close to the edge, and when he slapped my ass and tugged on my hair, the muscles in my abdomen immediately began to tighten. I reached for the headboard, bracing myself for the next wave of pleasure that crashed through my body. With one last deep thrust, a fire raged inside, consuming every inch of me as my orgasm ripped through my body.
I was left shocked and quivering from the outburst of pleasure, but Grayson wasn’t done. Not even close. He drove into me again and again until he found his own release, growling as he lowered his body over my back and we tumbled down onto the bed. I lay there limp beneath him as we both slowly tried to calm our breathing to a relaxed pace. After several long, blissful moments, he eased off of me and rolled over on his side. He reached for me and pulled me to him. As I nestled into the crook of his arm, I giggled and said, “We’re going to need to play beer pong more often.”
“After the way you played tonight, I doubt the guys will ever be all that eager to play again, at least not anytime soon.”
“Well, it was fun, and the winning prize was stellar.”
“Stellar, huh?”
“Mm-hmm. You really outdid yourself.”
“Just doing what I can to make my woman happy.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry there.” I eased up on my elbow as I looked at him and said, “I’ve never been happier. I love you very much.”
“You better watch it, or you’ll earn yourself another go.”
“I’d be good with that.”
I leaned towards him and pressed my lips to his, and that’s all it took. Grayson flipped me over on my back, and we were at it again. I loved making love with him, but more than that, I loved being around him. I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t, just simply be myself. I could have bad days, lose my temper, or stress out over crazy stuff, and he never judged me. He was always there for me. He knew all of me and still loved me, and that meant everything. Grayson was my best friend and the love of my life. He was my present and my future, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Four Years Later
“I’m sorry, babe, but I’m just not feeling this one.”
“But it’s so cute, and there’s a fireplace in the bedroom.”
“There’s also an open well in the basement.”
“But we could cover it up or something.” Kiersten grimaced. “Or maybe that’s not a good idea.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
“Okay, we’ll just skip this one and see if the next is any better.”
“I don’t think it could be much worse.”
Kiersten and I both liked living out at the Manor. After we got hitched, we decided to make it our home, so I sold my place and moved in with her permanently. It just made sense. She enjoyed being right there with her work and employees, and I liked that I was close enough to the club and Stilettos to make the trip as often as I needed. There was just one problem. Kiersten was pregnant, and even though we both thought of it as home, her small house simply wasn’t big enough to raise a family. We could’ve built a bigger place at the Manor, but neither of us thought bringing up a kid on a pot farm was a good idea. So, we set out to find a house that was midway between the Manor and the clubhouse, but our search wasn’t going as well as I’d hoped.
We’d already been to four houses, and each was worse than the last. I was far from ready to give up, but I was having doubts we’d find a place that fit our needs. As soon as Kiersten told our realtor, Joey, that we weren’t interested in the house, we headed back out to the car. While waiting for him to tell us where we’d be going next, Kiersten turned to me and said, “We could always go back and take a second look at that two-story on Maness Street.”
“Hell, no.” I started the car. “That place was straight out of a horror flick.”
“It had a room with a few dolls, Grayson. It wasn’t that bad.”
“It wasn’t a few dolls, babe. It was a room full of them, and they were all looking right at me.”
“I’m sure the homeowners would take them when they moved out.”
“Yeah, but their creepy mojo would still be there.”
“Oh, good grief. You are being silly.”
I reached over and placed my hand on her pregnant belly as I said, “I’m just looking out for the kid.”
“Mm-hmm. You’re just scared of old, creepy dollies,” Kiersten snickered. “But that’s okay. We’ll find a house without them.”
“It would also be good if we could find a place without a bathroom in the living room.”
“Yeah, that was a house I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
“So, where are we headed now?”
Kiersten looked down at the MLS listings Joey had given us, then said, “I think we’re going to check out a place on High Street. Joey seems to think it will be perfect for us.”
“He said the same thing about the last two.”
“Grayson.”
“I’m sure it’ll be great.”
I waited for Joey to back out of the drive, and then I followed him over to High Street. I was more than a little skeptical that this house would be all that different from the rest, but when we pulled up to the pale-yellow, historical Colonial, I was blown away. The yard was immaculate with freshly mowed grass and a large oak tree that cast just the right amount of shade on the wraparound porch. There were potted ferns and flowers arranged on the front steps and a large, wooden front door with glass panes that seemed to welcome us inside. As soon as she saw it, Kiersten looked over to me. “Oh, my God. It’s absolutely perfect!”
“Yeah, it looks pretty incredible, but let’s not get too excited until we see inside.”
Without saying anything more, Kiersten hopped out of the car and rushed over to Joey. She was practically bursting at the seams as she waited for him to get up the steps and open the front door.
As soon as he unlocked it, she darted inside and immediately called out to me, “Grayson! You have to see this.”
As I walked past Joey, he smiled and said, “I really do think this is the one.”
“I hope you’re right.”
I headed inside to find Kiersten, and the second I walked through the door, I knew we’d found our new place. It was amazing. The whole house had been renovated with new floors and freshly painted walls, but they’d managed to do it all without taking away from the historical feel of the home. The living room was three times the size of ours, and the sunroom looked out over the fenced-in backyard. It had a pool with a large patio and a small pool house. I could hear Kiersten in the kitchen, so I went to see what she thought of the place. When I walked in, I found her checking out all the fancy appliances in complete awe. “Well? Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” She gasped. “I love it.”
“You two should check the upstairs,” Joey suggested. “It’s really something.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Kiersten turned and started for the stairs. She was smiling from ear to ear as she turned back to me and said, “Come on. Let’s go see.”
“I’m right behind you, babe.”
I followed her up the steps, and as we entered the first bedroom, Kiersten gave me a nudge. “No dolls. It’s looking promising.”
“Yeah, I gotta say, it’s pretty great.”
“This could be the nursery.” Kiersten ran her hand over her tummy as she said, “I think she’ll love it.”
“She?”
Kiersten wasn’t quite three months along, so we hadn’t had the ultrasound to find out the baby’s sex yet. I thought it was fucking adorable that she assumed we were having a girl. She turned to me and smiled. “He or she will love it.”
“I’m sure he or she will think it’s great.” I motioned my head towards the door. “Why don’t we go check out the master?”
“Okay.”
I followed her out of the first bedroom and down the long hall to the master bedroom. When we walked in, I was surprised by how big it was. “Holy cow, it’s enormous. You could fit an army in here.”
“It’s so beautiful.” She walked over to the king-sized bed and sighed. “I just love what they’ve done with the place.”
“Yeah, I have to say it’s pretty incredible.” I stepped into the master bath, and the second I saw the oversized marble shower and whirlpool tub, I said, “Damn, these folks are living large.”
“Oh my, that tub is fantastic. I’m soaking in it every single night.”
“So, does that mean this is the house you want?”
“Yeah, I think so, but there’s one last thing we need to check out.”
“And what’s that?”
“The master closet.” She reached over and took my hand, then led me into the closet. Just like the rest of the house, it was fucking enormous. After I gave her a moment to check it all out, I asked, “Well, does it meet your expectations?”
“Yeah, it’ll do.” She shut the door, then stepped over to me. As she slipped her arms around my neck, she smiled and said, “I just wanted to make sure there was room in here for this.”
She eased up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine. The kiss started soft and slow but quickly became heated, which was no surprise. Even after all this time, I still couldn’t get enough of her. We were getting lost in the moment when there was a tap on the closet door. “You two okay in there?”
Kiersten quickly stepped back, breaking our embrace as she answered, “Yep! We’re just checking the dimensions.”
“Okay, just let me know if you need anything.”
When I heard him step away from the door, I looked down at her. “Checking the dimensions? Really?”
“I had to say something, or he would’ve thought we were up to no good in here.”
“I’m pretty sure he already knew that.”
“You really think so?”
“I doubt we’re the first to get busy in a closet, babe.”
“Well, that’s just embarrassing.” She let out a sigh, then said, “But it is a pretty cool closet.”
“Yes, it is. The whole house is pretty great, and it has a pool like you wanted.”
“I know! It’s just so perfect.”
Just seeing the excited look on her face was enough to convince me that we’d finally found the right place. “So, we’re buying a house.”
“Yeah, we’re buying a house, and it’s the house of all houses.” She slipped her arm around mine. “I truly love it.”
“Then, consider it ours.”
“I love you, Grayson.”
“And I love you.” I placed my hand on her stomach and added, “Both of you.”
THE END...
More from the Ruthless Sinners coming soon!
Be sure to check out Jagger’s Choice in the Very Naughty MC Christmas Anthology which releases on November 30th.
Short Excerpt of Claiming Menace after Acknowledgments
Acknowledgments
I am blessed to have so many wonderful people who are willing to give their time and effort to making my books the best they can be. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to breathe life into my characters and share their stories with you. To the people I’ve listed below and so many others, I want to say thank you for taking this journey with me. Your support means the world to me, and I truly mean it when I say I appreciate everything you do. I love you all!
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Volume One
One
Menace
“What the hell happened?”
“It’s nothing.”
“The fuck it is.” I sat there looking at the bruises and cuts on my brother’s knuckles and the gash on his cheek, and it was all I could do to keep myself from completely losing it. I knew Jagger could hold his own. Anyone could see that. At six-five and two-hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscle, the guy was a fucking beast. His dark, shaggy hair had grown long, making him look even more vicious, and with his Ruthless Sinners’ tattoo sprawled across his massive bicep, it was hard to believe anyone would dare to fuck with him. Enraged by the whole damn thing, I slammed my hand down on the table and growled, “This kind of shit isn’t supposed to happen. You’re under club protection!”
“And that protection comes at a cost.” Jagger remained perfectly calm. “Deluca has put his neck out for me more times than I can count. Last night, it was time for me to return the favor.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“I handled it.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, I’m handling things, so stop worrying about it and let it fucking go.” His coal-black eyes grew fierce as he leaned over the table and barked, “And while you’re at it, stop with all the fucking visits, brother. You got a life. Don’t be wasting it by coming out here. Go live it.”
“Not gonna happen, brother. I’m gonna keep on coming here week after week until you get out of this godforsaken place and don’t say a fucking word about it ’cause we both know you’d do the same for me.”
Jagger didn’t argue because he knew I was right. He would’ve come to see me as often as he could. That was just the kind of man he was. Jagger had no business being behind bars. He was a good guy who’d found himself in an impossible situation. His sister, Stacey, was a known drug addict and all-around troublemaker, but Jagger always stood by her and helped out any way he could, trying his damnedest to make up for the sins of their mother and father.
None of us were su
rprised when she’d gotten herself tied up with a short-fused, loser boyfriend. One night, the two wound up in a heated argument and things got out of hand. Knowing Jagger would come rushing to her rescue, Stacey called her brother, pleading for his help. By the time he’d arrived at her place, Stacey was hysterical. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her lip was busted, and her wrist was broken. Jagger had lost it. He’d laid into the boyfriend and didn’t let up until the guy was no longer breathing. The cops came, and Jagger was arrested for voluntary manslaughter.
The guy was in a difficult position—one any of us could’ve found ourselves in. Hell, I would’ve done the same fucking thing if Mallory called to tell me she was in trouble. We’d hoped that considering the circumstance, he’d get off a little easier, but after an agonizing hearing, he was sentenced to six years in prison with the opportunity for parole in four. It could’ve been worse, much worse, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling guilty for not doing more to keep him out of this fucking hellhole altogether.
Jagger shook his head as he grumbled, “Stubborn ass.”
“Damn straight.”
Deciding it was time to change the subject, he asked, “How are things going down at the club?”
“Good. Busier than ever. So much so, we’ve decided to hire a couple more girls to the lineup.”
“That’s gotta be tough,” Jagger mocked. “Having to check out all those hot chicks for the guys.”
“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“You realize you’re saying that to a man who hasn’t seen an ass or a set of tits in almost three years.”
“Damn.” I grimaced. “Sorry, brother. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Don’t sweat it. I was just fucking with ya.”
“Yeah, but I know that shit can’t be easy.” Since he opened that door, I used the opportunity to ask, “Have you seen or talked to Sadie lately?”
