10. Chapter 10
McKenna
Four hours have passed since Grim left the clubhouse.
Lock ends a call and looks across the meeting table at me.
“They have Rivers.”
My fingers tighten around the coffee cup. “Alive?”
“In federal custody.”
The answer loosens something inside my chest.
Ghost’s location led Grim, Striker, Torch, and Hound to a hunting lodge near the state line. Rivers was there with two guards, his auction server, and four women waiting to be transported.
The Sinners secured the building before the federal task force arrived. The women are safe. Rivers and his guards are under arrest. The server is now evidence in a trafficking investigation large enough to bury everyone connected to it.
“Grim?” I ask.
“Giving his statement. They’ll be back soon.”
“And my contract?”
“Part of the evidence.” Lock closes the file displayed on his screen. “It was obtained through coercion and fraud. It never had legal force.”
“That would have been useful to know before the bus ride.”
“Yes.”
Lock has the irritating habit of refusing to defend facts that cannot be defended.
“What happens to Alan?”
“The county deputies are on their way.”
“Anthony?”
“Federal agents have a warrant for him.”
“With his money, he’ll hire the best lawyer in the country.”
“A lawyer can challenge evidence,” Lock says. “He can’t erase the server.”
Official vehicles arrive twenty minutes later.
The deputies take Alan first. He looks toward me as they lead him across the yard, but I have nothing left to give him.
Anthony follows under federal escort. His wealth may soften what comes next. His name may open doors most people never see.
It does not open the handcuffs around his wrists.
The vehicles leave through the gates.
Lock places a set of keys on the table.
“Grim ordered an SUV made available to you. He left enough cash for travel and a hotel.”
The old hurt presses against my ribs. “He expects me to leave.”
“He wants the choice to be yours.”
I pick up the keys.
Freedom is heavier than I imagined.
The gates are open. The SUV is parked outside. I can book a hotel and drive far enough from my family to build whatever life I want.
Nothing stops me from leaving.
I remain at the table until engines enter the yard.
Grim walks through the clubhouse door with Striker, Torch, and Hound behind him.
Blood stains the front of his shirt. His knuckles are split, and a fresh scrape crosses his jaw.
His silver eyes find me.
Everything else disappears from his face.
“Angel.”
I cross the room.
“Your shoulder.”
“Fine.”
“That word still has no medical value.”
Razor catches Grim by the uninjured arm and pulls him into the medical room. I follow long enough to watch Razor remove the dressing.
The stitches held.
Only then do I breathe properly.
Grim looks at the keys in my hand.
“You have a way out.”
“I do.”
His jaw tightens. “Why are you still here?”
“Your office.”
“Angel.”
“Now, Grim.”
Striker becomes deeply interested in the ceiling.
Grim leads me down the hall.
I close his office door and turn the lock. The keys land on his desk.
I push his cut from his shoulders and let it fall beside the door.
His gaze follows it.
“You told me to choose when Rivers was handled and every gate stood open,” I say. “I have an SUV, an open road, cash, and nobody left who can order me onto it.”
He says nothing.
“I am still here.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
The words strip the control from his face.
He steps toward me, then stops.
I close the remaining distance and place my hand against his chest.
“Your father bought a contract. He did not buy what happened between us.”
“Angel.”
“I love you, Grim. You may accept that or spend the rest of your life losing arguments to me.”
His hand closes around my wrist.
“You plan to argue with me for the rest of my life?”
“Frequently.”
The corner of his mouth lifts.
“I love you too.”
My heart stumbles.
I grip his shirt and pull his mouth down to mine.
The kiss begins with restraint.
It lasts less than a second.
Grim catches the back of my neck and presses me against the brick wall beside the door. His body covers mine, hard and hot, while his mouth takes every answer I came here to give him.
His cock presses against my stomach through the fabric of our clothes.
Heat gathers between my thighs.
I break the kiss. “You once promised me this wall.”
His eyes darken.
“I remember.”
“I have been waiting.”
He pushes my sweater over my head and releases the clasp of my bra. Cool brick meets my bare back as the fabric falls.
Grim fills his hands with my breasts.
His thumbs drag over my nipples, tightening them before he bends and takes one into his mouth.
Pleasure pulls a moan from me.
His tongue circles the sensitive peak. His teeth close around it, firm enough to send heat straight to my pussy.
“Again.”
He bites harder.
My fingers twist into his hair.
His hand opens my jeans and pushes inside my panties. Two fingers slide through my wet folds.
“Already soaked.”
“Then stop wasting it.”
A rough laugh moves against my breast.
His fingers find my clit.
The first stroke makes my hips lift toward him. He circles it while his mouth moves to my other nipple.
My breathing breaks apart.
He pushes one finger inside me, followed by a second.
My pussy closes around them.
“Grim.”
His fingers drive deeper, curling as his thumb returns to my clit. The pressure builds quickly, sharpened by the scrape of his beard across my breast and the heat of his body holding me against the wall.
I reach between us and palm his cock through his jeans.
His jaw tightens.
“I need you inside me.”
He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth.
I watch him lick them clean.
“Take off your jeans,” he says.
I push them down with my panties and step free.
Grim opens his own jeans, releasing his thick cock. The swollen head glistens beneath the office lights.
I wrap my hand around him.
His eyes close for one beat.
“Touching me isn’t going to get you fucked faster.”
“It appears to be improving your mood.”
He catches my wrist and pins it beside my head.
“Smart mouth.”
“You like my mouth.”
“I like every part of you.”
He lifts my thigh with his good arm and hooks it around his hip. My other foot remains on the floor while the wall supports my back.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Angel.”
“I will tell you.”
He pushes inside.
The thick head stretches me before the rest of him follows. My body opens around his cock until his hips meet mine.
I gasp against his mouth.
Grim stays buried, his forehead touching mine. His eyes hold mine as he withdraws and thrusts back inside.
The force drives me against the wall.
My arms circle his neck as he establishes a hard rhythm. His cock fills me with every stroke, dragging through my wet pussy and reaching deeper each time he lifts my thigh.
Pleasure gathers beneath the stretch.
“Harder.”
His hand tightens around my leg.
“The wall is going to leave marks.”
“I’ll survive the medical emergency.”
His mouth covers mine as he drives into me harder.
The brick scrapes my back. His hips strike mine. The wet sound of his cock moving inside me fills the office.
I tighten around him.
He groans into my mouth.
“Do that again.”
I clench my pussy around his next thrust.
Grim swears.
He pins me more firmly against the wall and changes the angle. The next stroke hits a place that makes my vision blur.
“There.”
He drives into it again.
My nails score his back.
His thumb finds my clit and circles it while his cock continues filling me. The pressure climbs until every muscle in my body draws tight.
“I love you,” he says.
My orgasm breaks.
I cry his name as my pussy clamps around his cock. He keeps thrusting through every pulse, holding me against the wall while pleasure tears through me.
Heat fills me as his cock jerks. His mouth opens against mine, my name leaving him with every hard pulse.
He remains inside me until our breathing settles.
“The wall was better than the desk,” I whisper.
His forehead rests against mine. “I’m keeping both.”
“That seems reasonable.”
He withdraws carefully and lowers my leg. When my knees weaken, his arm tightens around my waist.
“I have you.”
“I know.”
Grim cleans me and helps me dress while I remain against the wall. When he finishes, he lifts his cut from the floor and settles it across my shoulders.
The leather surrounds me with his scent.
“If you walk out wearing that, the club will know you’re mine.”
I slide my arms through it. “I think they already know.”
He kisses me again.