13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
“Fuck, pipsqueak.” I fist Willow’s hair as she goes down on me.
She’s kneeling at the foot of my bed as I sit on the edge.
Her nails dig into my thighs as I fuck her pretty little mouth, wishing I was fucking her sweet cunt.
Nobody can get me off the way she can. Nobody does it better.
Knowing I’m the only man she’s given this to just does something to me. “Such a naughty girl taking my cock.”
She chokes on it. The noises she makes has me ready to shoot my load down her throat.
Her hand moves between her legs. Her touching herself with her mouth full of me is hot as fuck.
“Make yourself come, Low.”
She bobs her head faster, keeping in time with the rhythm she’s moving her fingers.
“When I fuck you, I’m going to fill that pussy up.”
She glances up at me, moaning around my cock.
She fucking licks and sucks me, teasing the head with the tip of her tongue before sucking me to the back of her throat. She’s so damn good at it.
“Are you going to swallow every last fucking drop?” I grip the back of her head and hold it as I piston my hips, thrusting slowly, prolonging the inevitable. I’m going to blow.
I pull out at the last minute, painting a pearl necklace around her throat.
Picture perfect.
“Did you get off?” I gather my come on my thumb and press it between her lips. She shakes her head. “Can’t have that now, can we? Trade me spots.”
Willow moves to the bed, and I go to my knees for her. She looks so damn pretty with her lips all swollen and pouty. I’m obsessed with eating her pussy. I can only imagine how crazy I’ll be for her once I stick my dick in her.
She raises her ass so I can pull her panties down her legs.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.” I run my nose along her slit, taking in the scent of her arousal before I get a taste.
I’m already getting hard again and she’s soaked.
“What is it about you that I can’t get enough of?
” I delve my tongue into her, but tasting her isn’t enough.
I’ve got to be inside her. I can’t take it. I kiss up her stomach and move up on top of her. She doesn’t try to stop me or ask questions. Her legs wrap around me. I stroke her jaw and hold her gaze, wanting to confess that I love her, but I don’t.
I take what I want. I line up with her velvet heat and guide my cock in.
Fuck, she’s so tight. I claim another of her firsts by being the first man to fuck her.
I take her virginity. It isn’t soft and sweet like she deserves.
It’s greedy, rough, and hard. The way I rut into her is selfish and on the verge of being cruel since it’s her first time.
I should feel like a lousy bastard, but I’m so lost in the sensation of having her I can’t find it in me to even care. I don’t even stop to ask if she’s on the pill or if she’s okay with any of it. The urge to own every piece of her drives me. Consumes me. Willow is mine.
Soon, I’ll claim her.
Sure, Woods and Dirty, hell maybe even Fletcher will beat my ass, but she’s worth it.
“Fuck, Low. Fuck.” I growl as I get off. I stay inside her. Her muscles convulse, milking me bone dry. I open my eyes, finding her gaze. I search her face and find tears.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head.
“Say something.”
Her lips tip into a smile. “That was hot.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “I should have been gentler.”
“I liked it,” she says, her voice soft.
She liked it.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the shower.
In the bathroom there’s a smear of blood staining my dick.
I’m an asshole.
I lied.
To her.
To me.
I’m not worthy, yet I fucked her anyway.
My cell phone vibrates against my nightstand.
I scrub a palm over my face. Low curls deeper into me, making sleepy noises.
I glance at the clock on my phone. It’s too fucking early for someone to be texting me.
Someone better be dead or on the verge of death.
And if they aren’t, they’re going to be for waking me up at five am.
I check the notification. It’s Kaylene asking if we can talk.
Kaylene: I need to talk to you ASAP.
I debate ignoring her when another message pops up. This time it’s an image.
“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself, shifting Low off me.
I look at the picture again.
A white stick with two distinct pink lines.
Kaylene is pregnant.
Fuck my life.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
This can’t be happening to me.
I must be having a goddamn nightmare.
Just because she’s pregnant doesn’t mean the baby is mine.
It doesn’t have to change anything.
I stare at Willow, gliding a hand along the curve of her hip. I know how she’ll take the news. She’ll pretend she’s fine. That she can handle it, but deep down she’ll hate me and resent that I gave someone else a baby.
I know her. She wants the picture-perfect life. The white picket fence. Two kids and a dog. She wants to stay home with her babies while her man provides.
I’m going to lose her when I just barely got her.
As though she knows I’m staring at her, and something is wrong, she yawns and blinks.
“Hi,” she whispers and snuggles back into my side.
I place my phone back on the nightstand face down.
“Go back to sleep.”
“Is everything okay? I mean, with Jessika and my brother?”
“As far as I know.”
“You look pissed off.”
“Got shit on my mind.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Want me to distract you from it?” She reached under the sheet and scratches her nails across my abs.
“Don’t.” I push her hand away, and her face falls.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No. You’re perfect, pipsqueak. I’m sorry. C’mere.” I haul her over onto me by her armpits and wrap my arms tightly around her. I breathe her in, hoping like hell it isn’t for the last time.
My mind flashes back to that image.
Why couldn’t it be Low?
Why was I so fucking stupid?
“Gray?” she mumbles against my chest.
“What?” I soften my tone.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry.” I loosen my hold.
She goes up on an elbow, looking up at me. Fuck me, she’s so damn pretty. So sweet. “Was last night…was it good? Was I okay?”
“Baby, you were perfect. Best I’ve ever had.” The second the words leave my lips, I want to snatch them back. While true, comparing her to other women isn’t the move.
“It’s just it was my first time, and I was so nervous.”
I took something precious from her, and she’s the one worried.
Woods has every right to kill me.
I should tell him everything so he can have Dirty start digging the hole they’re going to dump my body in.
“It’ll be better next time.”
“I don’t think I could love being with you more than I already do.”
I bring my lips down hers, knowing I’m going to break her heart.
I never should have started something with her.
I’m not the good guy she believes me to be.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“I’ll get you a painkiller.”
“It’s okay. I like how it feels.”
I kiss her lips and try to forget about the text messages on my phone.
My cell buzzes again.
I’m afraid to look.
“You’re popular this morning.”
“I should get up.”
“Busy day?”
“Something like that.”
“I should get a move on, too.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” I bring my mouth down on hers to give her the experience I should have given her last night.
Low left about an hour ago. Grannie Mags always has a family dinner at least once or twice a month.
I’m always invited, but this is one I’ll be skipping.
I can’t look her in the face knowing how disappointed that woman is going to be in me when she learns that I got Kaylene pregnant.
I know she’s always hoped I’d marry Willow.
Yesterday I thought maybe it could happen, but now everything is fucked.
I’m going over to Kaylene’s to talk about this shit.
It’s the last thing I want to be doing, but the sooner we figure this shit out the better.
As I’m about to get on my bike, Woods stops me out front.
“Got some good news.”
“What’s that?”
“That new buyer called. He wants to meet.”
“When?”
“Right now. Need you with me on this.”
“Always.”
Dirty, Shaggy, Caves, and Cash ride out with us to this meeting. Woods didn’t tell me who the guy is. Just that he’s got connections that we want if we want to scale up the business. I know he’s been talking about expanding our reach.
When we get to the spot, my heart drops to my feet. What the fuck is Kaylene doing here?
Dirty greets the dude with her first. “Jonny Mack.” They bump fists, and I feel blindsided.
Kaylene smiles at me.
I look at the rest of the guys, and they seem as clueless as I am.
“Let’s talk inside,” Woods announces.
Our group goes into the old printing press that closed down some years back. I forgot that Kaylene’s family owns it. They used to own a couple of newspapers that they sold off before the digital world exploded. It still doesn’t explain what she’s doing here.
“Hey baby.” She saunters up to me and kisses my cheek.
I don’t respond. I want to know what the fuck is going on.
“I don’t think you’ve met my brother. Johnny, this is Gray. The one I’ve been telling you about.” I shoot her a look. “My brother works at the prison. He was over the block Dirty was in.”
Now the pieces are falling into place.
He can get Diamond Dust into the prison.
“Man was a lifesaver when I was inside,” Dirty says.
“Hear you knocked my sister up,” Johnny Mack announces, holding his hand out for me to shake.
Woods’ gaze cuts to me along with every other brother standing here.
Kaylene smiles. “I just told Gray this morning. We’ve not had time to talk about it.”
Fucking hell.
“I don’t think I need to tell you to treat her right.”
“Of course.”
I’m going to be sick.
“Let’s talk about how this is going to work and what you expect your cut to be.” Woods steers him back to business.
“Our grandfather was the warden of the prison for twenty years. If I paly my cards right, I’ll follow in his footsteps.” Johnny Mack prattles on about how he knows the prison like the back of his hand and how he basically runs the show with the big timers. Gang members.
He helped protect Dirty. Made sure he was connected to the right people.
He kept him alive when we couldn’t be there to have his back.
This shit goes deep.
I can’t focus on what the specifics of this deal are. My life is flashing before my eyes. Woods and Dirty want this deal. This partnership rests on my relationship with Kaylene. That’s why she’s here. To keep me in line. To make sure she gets what she wants out of this.
How long has she been planning this?
Did she get pregnant on purpose?
What the hell am I going to tell Willow?
There’s only one choice.
I have to make her hate me.
That’s the only way I keep Kaylene happy and her brother in our pocket.
The club comes first.
I knew that when I accepted my cut.
I swore my loyalty.