Chapter 10
Alex Grayson
A lex Grayson
Alessandra (Alex)
My cheeks hurt from laughing so much as Granny—a name she insisted I call her—regales us with stories of Braxton’s childhood. According to her, Braxton was a hellion growing up and kept her and her husband on their toes.
“That’s okay, though.” She reaches across the table and pats the top of my hand. “I’m pretty sure we got him back for all the stress he caused us over the years when he walked into the kitchen one day and saw his grandpa feasting on something other than the lunch I made him.”
I choke on the sip of tea I just took at the same time there’s a loud clunk of silverware hitting glass. I lift my napkin and hack half a lung into it, trying to clear my throat and catch my breath. My cheeks are flaming red, not only because of what she just said, but also because not thirty minutes ago she caught Braxton and me in a similar situation. Thankfully, that wasn’t mentioned when we came downstairs. In fact, Granny acted like it never happened.
I feel a hand on my back, rubbing around in circles, and I move tear-filled eyes to Braxton, who’s sitting beside me. His brows are dipped in concern.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod and croak out, “Yes.”
“I’m sorry, honey,” Granny says, her grandmotherly voice sounding sincere. “I didn’t mean to startle you so much. I just figured you’d appreciate the irony, given the situation I walked in on a bit ago.”
My eyes bug out, and I feel the heat in my cheeks grow hotter. So much for that horrible incident never being mentioned.
“Granny, really?” Braxton asks in exasperation.
“Wait,” Drake interrupts. “What situation? What did I miss?”
“Oh,” Granny waves her hand in the air. “Just that I caught Braxton and this sweet girl humping like jackrabbits upstairs. Seemed kind of a waste of water to shower before sex since you’d just get dirty again.”
“Oh my God. Just kill me now,” I groan, dropping my face into my hands. I am absolutely mortified.
I hear Drake laugh, and if I were brave enough to show my face, I’d smack his.
“Where in the hell have you been hiding this utterly amazing lady, Goliath?” Drake says, laughter still in his voice. “She ain’t your Granny anymore. I’m claiming her as mine.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” I hear Braxton grate out. “You two behave, or I’ll take my woman where our company is more appreciated.”
I lift my head at the use of the term my woman . Why does hearing that leave his lips sound so good? It’s not the first time a guy has called me his before, but hearing it from Braxton seems… I don’t know, more intimate? More permanent? Like whatever we have going is more than just a temporary thing.
“You’ll do no such thing.” Granny’s firm tone pulls my attention away from Braxton. I swivel my head around and look at her. “Your butt stays in that chair until your plate is clean.”
My lips twitch, and I fight back a smile. She sounds like a mom scolding her child.
“And wipe that dirty look off your face,” she continues. “You know I’m just joking with you two.”
“It ain’t a joke if you’re making someone feel uncomfortable.”
She turns her gaze to me. “Are you uncomfortable, dear?”
I open my mouth, then snap it closed, unsure what to say. Of course, I’m uncomfortable with her bringing up that she caught her grandson and me in bed together. Surely, she knows that.
“Sex is a natural occurrence between a man and a woman. Me and his grandpa, Lord rest his soul, had sex at least three times a day before we took Braxton in. My Gerald used to call Braxton a cockblocker behind his back because we had to cut it down to only once a day.”
My eyes bug out at the too-much-information spiel.
“Jesus Christ,” Braxton mutters. He tosses his napkin down on the table and gets to his feet, his chair scraping across the floor. He grabs my hand and pulls me up beside him. “We’re going to my room.”
He tugs me away from the table, and I’ve never been so happy to exit a room. Drake’s booming laughter and Granny’s cackles follow us out.
Just before Braxton’s bedroom door closes, we hear Granny shout, “Make use of the lock on the door this time!”
Instead of closing the door quietly, in response to Granny’s advice, he slams it shut. I hear the snick of the lock sliding in place. I turn around to face him and find him glaring at the door with his hands on his hips. He looks adorably frustrated.
As embarrassing as lunch was, I can’t help the bubble of laughter that leaves my mouth. I laugh so hard I wrap an arm around my stomach. Tears appear in my eyes and my ab muscles start to hurt. I try to muffle it with my hand, but it does shit all to dampen the sound.
When I finally manage to get control of my mirth, I stand straight. Braxton is facing me, his eyes narrowed with his lips pressed into a firm line.
“Think this is funny, do you?” he asks, taking a slow step toward me.
I match his step with a backward one. “Yes. No.” A snort slips free. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”
He moves closer, and I move back.
“You won’t be laughing in a minute,” he warns, taking another step.
My tummy dips and moisture pools between my legs at his roughened tone. His eyes darken, easily revealing exactly where his mind is at. It’s certainly not on his Granny anymore.
I take another step back, and my legs hit the edge of the mattress. I contemplate dashing to the side to get away, but why would I? I want to get caught. I want Braxton to take me. I fucking need him to. Earlier wasn’t enough, especially because we were interrupted. And the time in the back of the camper during the shooting was too fast. I want to take my time exploring him and have him do the same.
I want to forget everything that’s happened since the shooting. I want to forget why we’re here and pretend it’s not because I’m in danger. That someone put a hit out on me. There are so many questions I need answers to, but there’s something else I need more.
He steps up to me, pressing his body against mine. I grab the front of his T-shirt in my fist and tug his face so close that our noses practically touch.
“Braxton,” I say quietly.
“Yeah, baby?”
I flick my tongue out and lick his top lip. “Fuck me.”
Goliath
Fuck , my cock turns to granite hearing those words leave her mouth. I had her tight heat wrapped around me not even an hour ago, and I still feel like a teenager about to have his dick wet for the first time ever.
Something tells me it’ll always be like this with this woman.
I grab her waist and toss her back onto the bed. She bounces twice before settling on the mattress. Reaching over my shoulders, I grip the back of my shirt and rip it over my head. Her eyes focus on my chest, and her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip. I groan at the mental image that pops into my head of her running that tongue down the length of my cock.
That’ll come later.
“Clothes off, Alex,” I growl, my patience to stuff my cock inside her needy cunt growing thin.
She quickly sheds her clothes while I yank off the rest of mine. As soon as the last piece of clothing hits the floor and Alex spreads herself back down on the mattress in front of me, I grab her legs and open them wide. My mouth fucking waters at the sight this new position presents.
Jesus, I want to devour her whole. Feast on her for hours until we’re both a mindless mess.
She said earlier that she may be starting her period. There’s a little bit of evidence of that now trickling out of her hole. Just a small bit of red. But that still doesn’t change my need to lick her from asshole to slit.
That part will come later too. Maybe I’ll fuck her mouth while she sits her pretty little pussy on my face, smearing her blood and cum all over me.
“Please, Brax,” she moans, taking my attention away from her cunt and to her face. “I need you so much.” Her hands go to her tits, tweaking her nipples, and her back arches off the bed. “I feel so empty.”
“You want my cock, baby?” I ask. “Does this needy pussy need to be stretched?”
“Yes,” she pants.
Gripping the base of my shaft, I angle it down so the head presses against her cunt lips. I slip the tip between the slippery folds, but I don’t push inside yet. Instead, I thrust a little so the head bumps against her clit. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I smear it around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She moans and tries to lift her hips to get a better angle. I press my hand against her stomach, holding her down.
“Stay still,” I order, “and let me play.”
Her pretty lips form a pout. “Stop torturing me.”
I grin down at her. “Not just you, baby.” My lips lose the curve, and I grit my teeth when my cock nudges her entrance.
It would be so easy to shove my hips forward and bury myself inside her. In one simple move, I’d have her tight warmth gripping me.
And it will, in just a moment.
I look down at her pussy. The peach-colored flesh is so wet it drips down her ass crack and soaks the bedding beneath us. I’ve never fucked a woman on her period before, but the thought of doing it with Alex has my cock leaking more pre-cum.
I slap the head of my cock against her clit, and she lets out a low cry. I do it a few more times just to hear that sound. Thank fuck for the soundproof walls in this room.
I hook one of her legs over my arm and drop down to one elbow. I grab the base of my cock with the other, notching it at her entrance. Her warm, silky flesh feels so fucking good. My mouth slams down on hers at the same time I ram my hips forward, fully seating myself inside her.
Fuckin’ hell , she’s so goddamn tight. It’s like a vise is gripping me, strangling my dick.
I swallow her cry with a deep groan of my own. Pulling my cock out a couple of inches, I plow back inside her.
I want this to last, but I’m kidding myself. She’s too damn tight, her silky walls milking me in the best way possible.
I hike her leg up further and lift my mouth from hers. Her glazed eyes meet mine.
“Oh God, that feels so good. Don’t stop, Braxton.”
“Not a chance in hell,” I growl.
I pull my hips back and slam forward again. Her lips fall open, and her muffled cry echoes against the walls. Her free leg wraps around my waist, and her heel digs into my ass, her movements demanding I give her more.
I put my face close to hers. “You’re mine, Alex,” I say.
I don’t know why I feel the need to tell her that and why I have to say it right now; only that it’s true. I barely know this woman, and our future is uncertain, but I do know one irrevocable truth: once this shit situation is taken care of, I won’t let her go.
As my thrusts slow, her wide eyes watch me. I wait for her to acknowledge my claim. After several tense seconds, she slowly nods her head.
I press my hips forward, burying my cock all the way inside her, and then still. “Say it,” I demand.
“I’m yours.”
My cock jerks inside her, apparently liking those words as much as my brain does.
I drop my mouth down to hers again. My thrusts pick up speed, slamming my pelvis against hers. I grind against her clit, rotating my hips to hit her sweet spot just right, and I feel the first spasms of her walls clenching around me.
I yank my mouth off hers and hiss in a breath at the nearly too-tight sensation. Her eyes widen and glaze over, her body stiffening when her orgasm hits.
My drawn-up balls slap against Alex’s ass, and my thrusts become frenzied, my mind going mindless.
Fuck , nothing has ever felt so good. I’ve fucked more women than I care to admit, but none compare to the woman beneath me. It’s different with her. Feels different in every way.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I grunt.
The muscles in my neck strain, and a loud groan reverberates in the room when my release hits. Hot cum jets from my cock, coating Alex’s insides.
Briefly, in the back of my head, the thought comes to mind that I didn’t use a condom the three times I’ve taken her. It’s an important issue that I’ll think about later. Why the possible consequences don't freak me out gives more credence to my belief that this woman is different.
The thought of getting her pregnant doesn’t scare me shitless like it has in the past with other women. And maybe I’m an idiot for believing this, given that I know virtually nothing about her, but I know I don’t need to worry about diseases. And she’s the first person I’ve been with since being released on parole.
Sweat coats my skin, and my chest heaves against hers. I stare down at her as I catch my breath. I release her leg, and it falls to the side. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, I drop my mouth to hers for a slower kiss.
“You okay?” I ask against her lips. I was rougher with her than I intended. I’ll feel like shit if I made her injuries worse.
She smiles against my mouth. “More than. You don’t think they heard, do you?”
My chest rumbles with a chuckle. “Soundproof walls, remember? But I guarantee they still know. I’d be surprised if my wall doesn’t have holes from the headboard.”
“Oh God.” She covers her face with her hands. She looks adorably cute when she’s embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle Granny and Drake.”
Just then, the sound of my cell phone ringing fills the room. I drop another kiss on her lips before I plant my fists into the mattress to hoist myself up. I groan when my body slides from hers, and from the hitch of her breath, the torture wasn’t just on my end.
I dig into the pocket of my jeans discarded on the floor and pull out my phone. My eyes go to Alex when I see the name on the screen. She watches me, pulling on the sheet to tuck around her as she gets to her knees on the mattress. I don’t answer the question in her eyes as I swipe my finger across the screen.
I put the phone to my ear and bark, “Talk to me.”
“Her parents are safe and out of the house,” Miller’s hard voice says. “Minor smoke inhalation was the extent of the injuries, but half the house is toast.”
I let out a breath of relief. Thank fuck for that. At least I can give my woman some good news.
“Where are they now?” I ask Miller.
“Safe house by the coast. They said Alex will know where. I was informed by her father to tell you to bring her there immediately.”
I grunt into the phone. “Not happening. She’s not leaving my side until this shit is over.”
“I figured. I told him as much, but he was insistent.” He pauses for a moment. “You claimin’ her?”
I don’t even need to think about my answer. “Yes.”
As I make my claim, I keep my eyes on Alex. She sits with her hands balled into fists on her lap, her expression anxious. I want to go to her and wrap her in my protective arms, reassure her that everything will be okay. And then, once she’s safely asleep, I want to find the bastards who orchestrated her kidnapping and rip the flesh from their bones.
“I’ll leave it up to you on how you want to handle that,” Miller says, pulling my attention back to the conversation.
“Wash and that situation?” I intentionally keep my question vague.
“Ran like a fucking coward.” I can hear the rage radiating through the phone line. “Dawg and Rabbit are missing too.”
My jaw clenches, and my blood turns to a slow boil.
“And the other one?”
“Dante and Enzo are on his trail. They’ll inform us once they have him in custody.”
“Keep me posted.”
I hang up and toss my phone on the end of the bed. I’m not too worried about Carlo Allegrini. Dante and Enzo seemed like they’re capable men, and Alex’s father is the head of the Allegrini mafia. You don’t get to be in that position because you’re weak. Carlo is a dead man walking; it’s only a matter of time before his fate catches up to him.
“My parents?” Alessandra asks. I can hear the worry in her voice and the emotion tightens my gut.
“Safe,” I respond, and her shoulders appear to lose a hundred-pound weight. “At a house by the coast.”
She nods, blowing out a long breath of air. “A cottage my father had built for my mother years ago. No one knows about it but him, my mother, and me.”
I walk to the end of the bed and hold my hand out. She drops the sheet and knees her way to me, placing her palm trustingly in mine. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I hoist her up and take a seat, settling her on my lap so she’s straddling me.
“Do they know who ordered my kidnapping?”
My eyes drop to the bruises and scrapes on her thighs. She has more scrapes on her palms and a small nick on her chin. I know there are more wounds on her body. I haven’t had time to do a full assessment.
I don’t want to have to tell her it was a trusted member of her family. Or that someone betrayed the club and was in cahoots with her uncle. But she has a right to know. She needs to be prepared.
I keep my arm around her waist and brush away a clump of her gorgeous hair from her face, keeping my palm on her cheek.
“It was your Uncle Carlo.”
Her mouth falls open, and a look of betrayal contorts her expression. “You have to be wrong.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but the evidence is there. He’s been in contact with Wash, a member of my club. Carlo hired Wash to take you and your father out.”
“But why?”
“So Dante would become the head of the Allegrini family.”
Her eyes glisten, but she blinks the tears away before they can fall. Her spine straightens, and her lips form a firm line. My woman has a backbone of steel, even in the face of such a betrayal.
“Please tell me my cousins weren’t part of it.”
I’m happy to give her this answer. “They weren’t. They’re the ones who informed my president, Miller, about the corruption and your kidnapping. I only found you because they came to us.”
“Jesus,” she mutters. Her head falls forward and her hair goes with it, covering half of her face. I don’t like not seeing her face, so I push the strands back over her shoulder. “Papá is going to kill him.”
“Fuck, yes, he will. And if he doesn’t, it’ll happen anyway.”
Her head tilts back. “Because you’ll do it?”
I don’t say anything, but my answer is in the hard set of my jaw and the anger brewing in my eyes. Alex watches me for several moments, and acceptance slowly filters into her gaze. She knows how shit works in our world. I may be MC and she’s mafia, but betrayal always ends the same way.
I’ll allow Lorenzo Allegrini to take care of the man who threatened his and his daughter’s life, because it was his flesh and blood who betrayed him, and I know he’ll do it deservingly. Blood is everything to a family like the Allegrinis, just as much as it is for the Hell’s Jokers.
Wash, Dawg, and Rabbit are the club’s to take care of.
The severity of their death depends on who gets their hands on them first. Miller will make it quick but painful. Not to spare them of the torture they deserve, but to simply get it over with.
Me, on the other hand, will make that shit last for hours. I’ll fucking luxuriate in the sounds of their screams and relish their blood coating my hands. They thought to harm my woman. To wipe her from existence.
Having been part of MC life, they believe they know what’s coming for them.
They’ve got no clue the hell they’ve unleashed.