7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
I wasn’t sure if I was going to come, but Gray isn’t my boyfriend. He’s never claimed to be. He didn’t owe me any explanations, but he was honest. He deserves credit for that, even if I don’t want to give it to him.
I had a good chat with my bestie when I got home last night. About Gray. She knows he’s all I’ve ever wanted. That I’ve been saving myself for him and thinks I need to just stop overthinking and see what happens.
I park my truck at my brother’s place and grab my bag from the other side of the bench seat.
Everyone is nearly ready to leave. I spot Gray with my brother and some of the other club officers. He glances my way, and I shoot him a jaunty smile and wave. He doesn’t acknowledge me, but I don’t expect him to. The conversation he’s in looks serious. I know not to interrupt club business.
I spot Ember, one of the girls from West Virginia. “I see you picked one.” I motion my head toward Creed. Him and some other guy were fighting over her when they first got here.
“Something like that. We’re getting to know each other. Nothing serious.”
“I don’t know. The way that man looks at you.” I fan myself.
“It’s complicated.”
I look back in Gray’s direction. “I know complicated well.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Yeah. I’m going to grab a coffee. Do you want one?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“All right. See you around.” I head inside to the kitchen and run smack dab into Faye. My cunt of a sister-in-law. “Did you change your mind about the rally?”
She makes a sour face. “I have that bridal shower I’m throwing.”
“Right.” I don’t believe her for one second. I’d never accuse her without proof, but I think she’s cheating on my brother. I just haven’t figured out the who with part of the equation yet. “Give her my best.” I pour a mug of coffee and take a sip, nearly spitting it back out. It’s cold and yucky.
“Sorry. I was about to toss that and make a fresh pot.”
I bet she was. “That’s okay. I’ll get something else.” I smile sickly sweet at her, wishing Woods would divorce her. He won’t do that, though. He wouldn’t want to piss off Big Daddy. Not without a real cause to do so.
“Keep your brother in line.”
Bitch.
“Curtis is his own keeper.” He doesn’t need me to cramp his style. Their relationship isn’t one I would ever want for myself. They have an unspoken rule of what happens on the road stays on the road. It’s permission to cheat as long as it happens away from home turf.
Whether either of them acts on it is another story.
“You know you’d be real pretty if you tried, Willow.”
“You ready to go, beautiful?” Gray comes up behind me, dipping down to rest his chin on my shoulder.
“Oh, yeah.” I’d leave with the devil himself if he got me out of this kitchen with the mega cunt.
I follow Gray, and he pulls me into my brother’s office and shuts the door.
“What are you–” he cuts me off, pushing me to the edge of the desk, forcing me to sit there as he comes in hot for a soul-searing kiss.
I part my lips to him, and he invades my mouth like he’s ready to conquer a new territory.
“Been wanting to do that since I dropped you off last night.”
“Well, hello to you too.” I smile.
“You just might be the death of me, pipsqueak.”
“Is that so?”
“Wish I’d kissed you a long time ago.”
“If you’d kissed me a long time ago, it might have been illegal.”
“Fuck. Now you make me sound like some sort of pervert.”
“You are a pervert.” I grab him by the chin and kiss him deep and wet.
“How am I going to keep my hands off you?” he murmurs between more kisses.
The handle rattles. “What the fuck?” Woods calls out, banging his fist on the door.
Gray moves to unlock it, and I straighten up, hoping my lips aren’t swollen. “My bad, bro.”
My brother shoves past him and gives me a curious look. “What the fuck are you two doing in here with the door locked?”
“She was helping shove a bag of cocaine up my ass.” Gray chuckles.
“Forget I asked,” my brother grumbles. “Have you seen my wife?”
“She’s in the kitchen,” I tell him.
“Be ready to ride out in five,” he tells us.
“See you out there, brother.” Gray gives him a fist bump, and I roll my eyes as I walk into the hallway.
My brother goes toward the kitchen yelling for Faye, and he doesn’t sound happy.
“What do you think I can accomplish in five minutes?” Gray shoves a hand into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Not much back there.”
“You’d be surprised,” he whispers, pulling me flush against his chest. I like this flirty side of him.
Being sneaky is kind of fun.
Like there’s a world where only Gray and I get to exist.
We duck into the bathroom, and he wastes no time yanking my pants and undies down to my knees as he tells me to brace my palms on the sink basin with my ass jutted out. He goes down between my legs, sitting on the floor with his back to the cabinet. My pussy is right in his face.
I’ve never done anything like this. I feel raw. Exposed. Excited. But most of all, desired.
I’m hiding in the bathroom with my brother’s best friend.
It’s naughty.
Dirty.
And downright bad.
“Fuck, pipsqueak. You smell so good and I’m starving.” His beard hair rubs against my thighs. He’s toying with me as he kisses my inner legs, licking and nibbling, then blowing his hot breath on me.
His fingers bite into my hips hard enough to bruise. As if to mark his territory.
“You’ve got about three minutes, buddy.”
“I only need two.” I feel his lips tip into a smile as he buries his face where no man has ever kissed me before.
Greedily, he goes right for it. His mouth covers my clit, and he pushes two fingers into me, curling them in a come-here motion, punching the right spot.
I rock my hips, grinding on his fingers.
His thumb teases the rim of my ass, and I gasp.
“Oh, fuck.” He rubs there, applying a gentle pressure that feels all too good. Forbidden like us.
Stars dance in my vision as he finger-fucks me until I turn into a puddle. My juices coat his face and hand. My legs tremble as a shudder ripples through me. I cry out at the loss of his fingers, but I am soon rewarded with his tongue taking their place as he laps at me.
“We’re leaving,” a female voice calls out, sounding amused.
Gray grins up at me and licks his digits. “Finger licking good.”
My cheeks turn red as tomatoes.
I slip out of the bathroom first, and Madz is leaning against the wall. She laughs. “Next time you guys might try being a little more discrete.”
“Shit. Was I that loud?”
“Oh, fuck,” she mocks and pats me on my shoulder as Gray exits the bathroom having washed his face. “Good for you, girl.” She saunters off.
I stare at Gray, but he doesn’t comment. He simply kisses my forehead then smacks my ass as the sound of dozens of motorcycles firing up sounds. “Let’s ride.”
Outside, I climb onto the back of Gray’s motorcycle, one of the only women to ever have had the privilege. A man doesn’t allow just any woman to ride bitch with him.
Not in this club. He reaches back and gives my thigh a squeeze.
I can still feel the scrape of his facial hair rubbing between my legs. If he’s that skilled with his fingers and tongue, I can only anticipate what he can do to me when he’s given longer than two minutes.
I wrap my arms around him, hoping that this is the beginning of our story. Though it kind of feels like the middle. I guess our story truly began the first day my brother invited him over.
I can’t imagine my life without Braxton Gray.
He’s always been the missing piece. I only feel whole when I’m with him.
Our crew rides out as well as the club from West Virginia. There’s probably one hundred of us total. I’m sure we look intimidating as fuck roaring through our small town. Good thing the locals are used to us raising a little hell. They welcome our brand of trouble.
When we get on the highway, that’s another story.
There’s always some sort of drama. A flat tire, someone cutting someone off, a fight at a diner. It never fails. Not with this large a group. Throw in some puking and pipe burns from inexperienced riders, and it makes for a long drive.
But between stolen looks and touches, we make it to California for one hell of a party. One I’m hoping will have my brother too occupied to notice the sexual tension building with Gray and me.
While Gray is off doing whatever it is he does for the club, I walk around with Madz of all people, since she’s been here so many times and seems to know everyone. She points out men she’s fucked and women she’s fought with over them.
She warns me to steer clear of some old bitch named Dirty Diana. Says she’s like a biker sugar mama or something. I guess it takes all kinds. While the rest of us party, there’s secret meetings being held. Deals being made. Alliances being broken. New ones being forged.
Anything you can think of happens, and if they don’t have it and you want it, all you gotta do is know who to ask to get it.
The days here pass in a drunken, weed-filled blur.
And it’s not like Gray and have gotten a moment to ourselves to be alone.
My brother and him share a tent next to mine.
Last night Gray went off to piss and was planning to sneak into my tent, but Woods was standing guard smoking a cigarette like he knew and was cockblocking.
During the day he keeps him busy meeting with some of the other chapters.
Though for all I know they could be hitting up titty bars or attending orgies.
I’m thankful for Madz, even if we’re both in love with the same man.
Gray is off with my brother talking business again, and I don’t have a lot in common with the other ol’ ladies.
I’m the Prez’s kid sister and they are buddies with Faye.
They don’t trust me and I don’t trust them.
I’m sure they look their noses down on me because I don’t snub the club girls like they do.
We make our rounds tasting food from different trucks and getting drunk as all get out in the process. We even end up getting tattooed together. I got a dainty pink bow on my ankle and Madz got a rubber duckie on hers.
She bumps her hip against mine. “Come on. Bad Habits is about to start playing.”
“For real.”
“Shit yeah. One of the guitarists is Soulless’s brother.”
Soulless is one of Big Daddy’s guys and totally hot. It makes sense that he’d have an equally hot rock star brother.
She drags me to where people are lining up by a stage.
Like I said, if you can think of it, you’ll probably find it here.
We passed a mud pit for wrestling. There’s dude’s doing burnout comps.
Wet T-shirt contests. Biggest ass. Longest and thickest dick.
They give out cash and bragging rights for anything.
The band starts off with one of their more popular songs.
Madz and I sway to the music. That Smoke guy comes up and starts dancing with her.
I’m glad she’s being cool with me and can get over the stuff with Gray and me.
I should hate her because he’s fucked her, but she’s not like Kaylene.
She’s never tried to rub it in my face, and she told me about him calling her my name.
She might sleep around, but at her core she’s a girl’s girl.
She’s not going to go behind my back and do me dirty.
I get lost in the music, and when some biker comes up behind me and grabs my hips, grinding on my ass, I don’t push him away until his hands get a little too friendly.
I’m trying to let the guy down gently without causing a scene.
Gray does it for me, except it isn’t the biker he’s pissed off at it’s me.
“What the fuck, Low?”
“What’d I do?”
“It’s what you didn’t do. He was all over you.”
“I was just dancing.” I push at him as he wraps his arms around me, screaming at me like a jealous boyfriend or an overprotective stalker.
“You were shaking your ass all over him. Any closer he’d have been fucking you.”
“You can’t get mad at me for dancing with some dude when you haven’t claimed me.”
He glances off to the side. “Quiet. Your brother is right there.”
“Of course. Can’t let him know you’ve been feeling up his baby sister.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Fuck you, Gray. Oh wait. You won’t do that. At least not with me.”
“You’re being a brat.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” his voice softens. “You’re drunk.”
“Am not. You’re just a party pooper.”
He laughs, and it pisses me off even more. I storm off to go have my good time far away from him.