Royce and Captain chuckle quietly.
“Yeah. I am.” She grins. “Which bed should I go to, big man?”
No, no ... we’re not playing this game.
I lick my lips and her eyes dart to follow. My smirk is slow. “You tell me.”
A throaty laugh leaves her, and she smiles. “Don’t make me wait.” She winks, and heads back up the stairs, shouting out once she’s out of sight, “Mornin’, boys!”
“Mornin’, Raven,” they tease back at the same time, then hit me with their grins.
“Good luck, brother.” Captain stands.
“With what?”
Royce laughs. “She’s got us by the balls, and she’s not even ours. Can’t imagine what she’ll do with yours.”
Captain grins. “We’ll go get a table for breakfast. We’ll wait thirty minutes then order.”
I nod and the second the door closes I take the steps two at a time.
I give her no warning, no notice other than my footsteps then I’m on her, crawling over her body, loving how her legs are already lying open for me.
She laughs and scoots back on the pillow, sliding her hands up my bare chest until she can grip my shoulders.
She brings her feet up and slides them inside the back of my sweats to try and push them down. “You lied to me.”
“’Bout?”
“Being a metal head.” She grins.
“Metal head.”
She laughs lightly. “Your dick’s not pierced.”
“You pissed me off, I had to come back at you with something,” I admit, annoyed at the memory and she smacks me.
“Hmm ... shame,” she whispers playfully.
“We didn’t use a condom last night,” I point out and she nods, licking her lips. “If you tell me to, I’ll go grab one.” I drop my hips so I’m pushing against her and she moans lightly. “But if I had it my way, you’d let me slide in bare.” I skim my lips across hers and she gasps. “Heat to fucking heat.”
She pushes against me, chasing for friction, begging for more pressure against her clit. Her eyes hit mine. “Heat to fucking heat,” she whispers with a sinful ass grin.
I groan, rolling my hips against her.
Her hands slide down, her nails scratching against my skin creating a fire trail to my dick. “Make me feel good,” she demands, and I smirk.
I dip, running my lips across the hallow of her throat, and whisper, “Patience.”
She chuckles huskily, then is gripping my hair to pull my head back.
Fiery eyes meet mine and my dick twitches. “When you’re on me, in me, or about to be, patience is the last thing you’ll get.”
I groan, pushing my hard-on against her, loving how her eyes darken before me. “You eager for me?”
She licks her lips, nodding against the pillow, her knees sliding up the comforter, showing flexibility I didn’t see from her last night.
Her hands run down my ribs, a dark brow lifting with satisfaction when my muscles lock under her touch. She pushes my boxers down so my skin can touch hers.
“Tell me,” I whisper, against her, sliding the tip of my dick across her slickness, growling as it’s coated with her excitement.
“Tell you what?” She lifts her hips, trying to get the tip inside of her. “How bad I want to fuck you?”
“How bad you want me to fuck you.”
She grins and lifts her head off the pillow until she can catch my bottom lip between her teeth. She doesn’t let up, forcing my face down with her.
She quickly lets go, flicking her tongue across my lips. “I want you inside me, big man. Now. Deep. And I want to come quick. We can test your stamina later.” She grins, but it disappears when I shove inside her.
“Yes,” she whispers, pulling her own knees back, begging me to hit the spot that’ll set her off.
I tilt my hips sideways a little and grind into her, not pulling out an inch and her hips start to roll against me. She starts shaking instantly, her clit rubbing with every move.
I dip my head, scraping my stubble across her sensitive nipples and she twitches.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out. “Do that again. Now.”
I grin against her skin, pulling out some so I can rock back inside slowly. It’s the grinding she likes, she wants her clit worked right along with this pussy. Double the pleasure points. I give her what she wants, scraping across her other nipple and her shaky hands grab my face, pulling it back to hers.
She kisses me like a starved fucking animal, and I growl against her, quickening my pace. She slides her hand under both our legs and cups my balls, squeezing lightly, and I jerk inside her.
That fucking raspy laugh floats right into my ear and I’m ready to come.
I pull back to look at her and she nods, her tongue between her teeth.
I slam into her, over and over and over, her legs flying out, her knees sticking straight into the air.
Her pussy convulses around me and I’m fucking gone.
We both come, loud and fucking untamed.
“Hello sister,” Royce jokes as I slide into the booth beside him.
“Get punched, Royce.” I steal Captain’s coffee and he frowns, but only for a half second before he motions for the waitress to bring another.
“So...” Royce grins, looking from me to Maddoc. “How’d it go?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Maddoc drops next to Captain, picks up a sugar packet and tosses it at him.
“Hey, I just wanna know if it was as hot as I imagine it was.”
“You imagine your brother fuckin’ often, Royce?” I tease, flipping through the menu.
Royce leans over. “So there was fuckin’?” He grins, making me laugh. “And he’s not my brother, ‘member? Cabin .... hotness ...”
I shake my head with a grin, catching Maddoc’s eyes on me a minute before he looks to his menu too.
“We ready to order?” Our waitress comes over with waters.
Everyone nods, gives their food of choice and she’s gone as quick as she came.
The boys start talking basketball strategy, so I slip from the booth and head for the bathrooms.
I’m just flushing when I hear the door open and a male voice telling the girl washing her hands to get out.
I hesitate a moment before unlatching the stall and walking out. I pause at the sight of Collins.
I keep a steady pace and loose shoulders as I walk to the sink. “Lost?”
“Nope. Saw you come in here.”
I nod, turning off the water and reaching for a paper towel, a way to lean against the farthest corner from where he stands near the door. “So, what’s up?”
He laughs lightly. “Checking on you is all. Seems the Brays get more protective of you by the day.”
“Seems so.”
“Wonder why.”
I keep my face blank, not answering him. Cleary, he has something he wants to say. Best way to hear it is to let him do all the talking.
“But so do you, don’t you?” He steps closer. “I could tell you, if you want. Because there is a reason.”
Pressure hits my chest but I ignore it.
“And what is it that you want, Collins?”
“Just you.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Liar.”
When he scowls, I stand taller.
“You want to feel like you’ve won something of theirs, gain an upper hand somehow. For whatever reason, you’ve decided that thing should be me. But you’re wasting your time, Collins. I’m as disposable as the next to come along.” I run my tongue along my teeth as acid fills my mouth at my own words.
“If that’s the case, why don’t you come home with me tonight, Rae?”
“Disposable or not, I’m not stupid.”
“You sure, not even for quick cash? You get down like your mom, right?” He tilts his head. “Tell me you can’t use the ten grand I promised.”
“You know, you’re not a smart as I thought you’d be, it’s no wonder you’re
forced to be overly aggressive in your efforts.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You’re getting braver, Collins. Cornering me in here like this, alone, with all three of them sitting just a few feet away. This means you’re more desperate, and you’re showing your cards. You want me away from the Brays and bad. Makes me wonder why you’d go through all the trouble just to take me off their hands. You and I both know, nothing good ever comes of a curious female.”
He blanches before he can stop himself but it’s quickly replaced with anger. “You seem to think I give a fuck what trash like you thinks. You know nothing about this world you were dropped into. Your eyes aren’t as open as they should be. You’re a fucking fool, Rae. Take the money.”
This bitch.
“The fact that you’d waste ten grand on paid pussy tells me how pathetic and underperforming you must be.” I step around him.
“You don’t belong with them, Raven.”
When I pause a moment, a dark chuckle leaves him.
“You’ll see.”
I exit the restroom and for a second, worry he won’t let me, but he doesn’t even attempt to keep me back. And that tells me all I need to know.
Collins has or does know something, or at least he thinks he does and he’s waging on my confronting the boys about it, trying to force fouls between us, but I keep my mouth shut.
Whatever it is doesn’t matter because, at the end of the day, I know where I stand, if not by their doing then by mine.
I knew from day one this was only temporary. It has to be.
I glance at Maddoc, right as he looks to me and unexpected dread fills me.
All of it.
“So what’s the deal with you guys versus them?”
“What?” he teases. “You didn’t read it in the files?”
I roll my eyes while dropping onto my back beside him. “Told you I didn’t read them.”
“I know.” He pauses staring at me a moment before he continues. “The Gravens and the Brayshaws used to run this town together. They were the most powerful families, stronger by two than one. Nothing happened here without their permission, down to nomads, families not tied to theirs, even moving in. They were all screened and had to be given the green light to live here and raise kids. Jobs were earned based on loyalty. It was like their own little royal world.”
“Until...”
“Until a Brayshaw son decided he wanted to be a black-tie gangster instead. Brayshaws and Gravens were given respect because of who they were and the control they had here, but that wasn’t enough for old-day Brawshaw. They wanted respect, but they also wanted fear. Eventually, they had both.”
“How’d they get it?”
“Blood and money. Power in numbers. That’s when our families were brought in. The Brayshaws were top tier, but the Malcaris - my born last name - were their second hand. It wasn’t until my great grandfather that Royce and Captain’s families were brought in. Four families became one. It didn’t take long before it was all about the Brayshaw empire, leaving the Gravens out completely.”
“So the Brayshaws were in charge and your families worked under them?”
“Basically, yeah, but for the core members, they saw each other as family. To them, they were all Brayshaw, like we are all Brayshaw now.”
“What did they actually do?”
“They all held power positions, still do. Judges, lawyers, engineers. Help keep the town in check. Watch the crime, control the gangs, shit like that. But we evolved when my dad took over.”
“How.”
“We find things out, then make sure people pay for it. Clean, if we can.”
Wait ... “The teacher. That was you guys?”
He nods. “He moved in with her mother last year. Has sexually assaulted her every day on the way to school since.”
My stomach turns. Jesus. “How’d you find out?”
“We don’t know. Another clue left lying there, just like the delivery papers left for Cap when Zoey was born. Or the email sent from Captain’s email to Royce’s warning us that chick you choked out with the hose had a video that needed destroyed.”
“The girl had said it would ruin your season. How?”
He considers lying, I can tell by the way his eyes tighten at the corners. But he doesn’t.
“Our coach is a good man, he just loves someone he shouldn't.”
“So the video...”
“Was him doing something he shouldn’t have been, especially with a wife at home.”
I push away slightly. “Why would you hide that? Let the wife find out, he’s a piece of shit for it and deserves to be busted.”
Maddoc’s eyes slide to mine. “She blackmailed him, Raven. Trapped him and his money in a marriage he never wanted a year ago.” His eyes bounce between mine. “He doesn’t love his wife, but he loves the girl in the video. Who would be fucked if that got out?” He shakes his head. “Not the wife.”
“You’re Saints,” I joke, honestly a little in awe of all this, and he laughs.
“So what about the Gravens, Collins?”
He groans, fake complaining and turns me onto my side. He pushes up behind me.
“Collins is Graven. Like we’re the last of our families, other than my dad, he’s the last Graven other than his mother and grandfather. Where we know we’re a fucked-up bunch and own up to it, the Gravens are dangerous because they pretend to be noble when they’re not. You saw the officer who searched us on the courts the day we found you smoking there? He’s their runner, so to speak. His badge gets him access to shit other Gravens blackmail our people for. He’s not Graven blood or brought in, but he’s on their payroll. Collins is the gutsiest Graven they’ve seen in decades. He challenges us, but we’re stronger.”
He buries his face in my neck.
“You guys fell into a war between men.” I push against him when his tongue slips out, sliding across the vein in my neck.
“We were born to be their army.” He lifts my knee, running his fingertips down my thigh until he can slip past the bottom of my shorts.
“Wait—” I gasp when his finger slips inside me.
I turn my head to meet his lips.
“No more questions,” he whispers, and I take his mouth with mine.
He’s slow in his movement, taking his time as he drives me wild. When I clench my pussy muscles over his finger, he shifts onto his elbow, his tongue sweeping so deep into my mouth I hold my breath.
He adds a second finger, curving his knuckles into a hook and he increases his speed, his thumb coming up to push against my clit as hard as his grip will allow.
When I start to push into his hand, he pulls his thumb back and scrapes my clit with the tiny nail of his thumb, making me moan into his mouth.
My hand finds his dick in his pants and I start to stroke him as quickly as I can, taking the time to run my fingertips over his head every few pumps.
Finally, he growls, rips his mouth from mine and jumps on top of me.
His pants are down, my shorts are moved over and he’s inside me in the next second.
He pulls my legs back, bringing my knees to meet his ribs as he thrusts in and out in manic motions.
My hands shoot up to push on the headboard to keep my body as steady as can be so I can feel every hit against my clit.
My pussy starts to convulse around him, and he slips his hands under me, gripping me behind my shoulders. He increases his speed.
It’s hard and loud and so are we.
“Oh God...” I moan, my head falling back as every muscle in me tightens, and then I come, hard and pulsing. My body shakes against him, but he doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow his pace. He fucks me harder and my walls clench again.
He pulls out and I whimper.
Maddoc bends, kissing my stomach before pulling my clit into his teeth. He bites, then sucks while rolling his tongue against me and I start to shake, my knees clamping over his ears, my feet locking over his head, but right
before I come again, he yanks back and flips me over, pulls my ass up and pushes back in.
Three deep thrusts and he grunts, running a hand down my spine as I wobble on my knees. He pulls out, spreads my ass cheeks apart and then his hot cum is coating my asshole, running down my slit to blend with mine as it’s forced from me.
He slides his dick against me, rubbing through our cum a minute before he smacks my ass and falls beside me.
I face-plant into my pillow, making him chuckle with the little breath he has control of.
A minute passes and then there’s a bang on my door.
“If you guys are done, we need to talk.”
I groan against my pillow and look to Maddoc with a raised brow. “Any chance you could go again real quick?”
He grins in amusement and covers my back with his body, pushing his dick against my ass. “I could go and go and go, Snow, but I like knowing you’re sitting around waiting to feel my dick stretching you again.”
My core heats and he laughs lightly like he knows it.
“And you thought you could pretend to forget this,” he says smugly and I my jaw drops, and I laugh.
He smirks and walks out, shoving Royce back when he attempts to slip past him and closes my door.
I laugh, grab some fresh clothes and head for the shower.
By the time I get downstairs, I figured the boys would be done with their little powwow, but I find them sitting on the couch, eyes on me.
I slow my pace. “What?”
“Did Collins corner you in the bathroom yesterday?” Maddoc asks, his face blank.
“Yeah,” I admit. No point in lying if they already know.
“And you didn’t fucking tell me?”
“No ...” I eye him, suddenly wondering if I made the wrong move. “I didn’t purposely not mention it, I just didn’t think about it.”
“Are you for real?” Royce snaps, shooting to stand. “You didn’t fucking think about it? You didn’t think we’d want to know if the one piece of shit who constantly tries to fuck us, was fucking with you?”
I eye them and my mother’s pitiful words spread inside me like the disease she is, wrapping around and squeezing my ribs and dare I say the organ that beats beneath them.
Foolish, worthless, unworthy of more than she gave.
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