Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
GRIZ
Fucking bullshit.
I knew I shouldn’t have walked away from her when I was at her house.
If I hadn’t left, she wouldn’t be sitting at a table with fuckwad Deputy Riggs. The asshole was doing his best to flirt and touch her.
From where I sat with my brothers, I could clearly see them both.
“You got it bad for her, don’t you?” Blow asks from across the table.
Blow, Keys, and Shiner had decided to join me at the diner. I hadn’t even had to ask them. They saw me in the lot parking my bike, and the three of them followed suit. No questions were asked about what I was doing here.
They all know it’s owned by my aunt and uncle, and you can always get some damn good food.
“From the looks of it, I think she’s got it just a bad,” Shiner states laughingly. “You see the look she got on her face when she saw him come in?”
“Oh yeah, it was the look of a woman who knew she was in fuckin’ trouble.” Key chuckles, playing with the edge of the menu. “Gotta admit, brother, she’s pretty in person.”
“What are you gonna do about her date?”
I shift a glare at each of them before answering Blow’s question. “I’m just waiting for the right moment to put an end to the bullshit date.”
In the past three weeks, I’ve done my best to stay away from her. I worked around the clock getting shit done at not just the garage but also the club’s other businesses. I even helped my uncle here a few times when he needed something fixed.
It’d been hard staying away from Marley. I found myself several times going in the direction of her house only to turn around and head wherever it was I was going in the first place.
The very fact I can’t get the woman out of my head pisses me off. I barely know a damn thing about her.
My dad’s words filter through my head, constantly reminding me of the saying he made sure to ingrain in me.
Fuck.
One thing I’ve concluded in all of this is Marley is mine. Seeing her with fucking Deputy Riggs just pisses me off all the more. What the fuck is she thinking?
I swear when I get her back to her house, I’m going to give her the spanking I should have given her weeks ago. Too many times, I’ve jacked off to that damn picture of her and that toy. Because of her, I haven’t been able to fuck any of the fallen harlots at the clubhouse or any woman for that matter. I tried once. Bitch got her mouth on my cock and couldn’t get me going enough to do shit.
“Whatcha plannin’ to do, brother?” Keys asks.
Grinning in his direction, I cock a brow. “I’m gonna get her ass on the back of my bike, take her where she won’t be able to get away from me, then I’m gonna show her the error of her ways.”
“You sure you wanna do that?” Shiner asks.
“Yeah, why you ask?”
Why wouldn’t I want to do what I said?
“Because it seems she’s ending the date and leaving now,” he remarks, jutting his chin in Marley’s direction.
I whip my head around to see Marley leaving, a container holding food in her hand.I glance back to where she’d been sitting to see Deputy Riggs was also gathering his stuff and leaving.
Interesting.
Climbing out of the seat, I give my brothers a two-finger salute and follow after Marley. I keep a good distance between us, not wanting her to see me just yet. She didn’t know that I was going to follow her ass back to her house and get started on what I’d already warned her I was planning to do.
I narrow my gaze on Marley, watching as she struts her ass across the parking lot toward her car. My cock thickens at the sight of her sweet ass. My hands itch to grab hold of her ass and hold onto it while I slam into her pussy. The fact is in the past three weeks, all I could think about was getting in her pants, sinking into her pussy. I thought about it so much it was in my damn dreams. To make it even worse, I hadn’t been able to get the taste of her kiss out of my mouth. I didn’t even want to.
Marley gets in her car, starts to back up, and only then do I move to my bike to follow her.
Pulling into the driveway behind her car, I don’t waste time in getting off the back of my bike and moving to her.
By the time Marley gets out of her car, I’m right there in her space.
“What are you doing, Griz?” she demands, her nostrils flaring, cheeks flush, eyes narrowed.
“Wanna explain why you decided to go on a date with fuckin’ Deputy Riggs?” I throw the question in answer to hers. “You want to explain to me why not even three weeks ago, I had my hand in your pants, mouth on your tits, and you feel it’s all good to move on to the next guy?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you or anyone else, Graham Holland,” she snaps, shoving me just the barest bit. But it was enough for her to maneuver the car door closed. “Go away and leave me alone.”
Rather than grabbing her, I follow behind her, eyes on her ass, enjoying the view. Damn, if it ain’t a beautiful sight. It’s not overly large. And it wasn’t small. Marley’s ass was just the right amount to fill a man’s hands. Now, her tits were another story. They were large enough to spill out of my hands. I could easily fuck her tits and intend to do just that while she holds them for me and sucks the head of my cock at the same time.
The two of us walk up the walkway and the two steps onto her cute little porch. Marley unlocks the door and comes to a halt just inside, her body going rigid.
Glancing past her, there’s no missing the destruction of the room.
“The fuck?” I demand, hands going to her waist. I pull her out of the way, grab my gun from the shoulder holster under my cut, and move into the little house.
“What are you doing, Griz?” she demands, coming behind me.
“Stay put until I give you the all-clear,” I order her and move farther into the room. I scan over the disaster of the living room and make my way to the hall leading to the other rooms. I quickly check first the one that she’s made an office then go to find her room. Both rooms weren’t touched like the living room was, but on her dresser mirror was a message.
Leave bitch .
The hell is that about?
Who the hell would ransack Marley’s living room but leave the rest of her house alone?
Quickly, I re-holster my gun and went back to the living room to find Marley already on her knees, cleaning up some papers in front of her and putting them back in a little box.
“Rest of the house is good,” I tell her, and start picking up some of the other stuff. “But whoever it was left you a message.”
“What message?” she asks without looking up.
“On your mirror, says ‘Leave bitch’ in black marker.”
“Great.” I hear her mutter to herself.
“You know anyone who would do this?”
“Nope,” she answers sharply, taking the little box and setting it gently on the coffee table she already righted. “I can handle this on my own. You don’t have to help.”
Straightening from my crouch, I close the distance between the two of us. I grab her upper arm and haul her up and into my arms, one going around her waist, the other into her hair.
“I’m not leaving you to handle this shit by yourself. Plus, you and I, we’ve got shit to work out.” Dipping my head down, I brush my lips across hers. “We’re gonna do that, sweets. We’re gonna get shit cleaned up, talk, then I’m gonna fuck you. Then tomorrow, we’re gonna talk some more.”
Marley’s lips part in a gasp, but she doesn’t say anything, just stares into my eyes. “There’s nothing to talk about, Griz.”
“Graham,” I correct her.
I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want her calling me Griz. When she said my name outside by her car, I liked it. Even if she was using it to scold me.
“What?” She blinks, brows furrowing.
“You don’t call me Griz. To you, I’m Graham.”
Before I showed up at her place earlier, I made a decision and I was sticking to it. Marley was going to . . . no, not going to . . . she is mine. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Are you serious right now?” she snaps, pressing her hands into my chest, doing her best to shove me away.
Her shoving was completely pointless since I wasn’t gonna let her get away from me. I like her right where she is.
“Oh, I’m definitely serious. More serious than you know.”
“More like you’re a nutso.”
Grinning down at her, I claim her lips for a hard, quick kiss and let her go. “Let’s get this stuff cleaned up. Then we’ll talk.”