You can leave my assistant out of this. I can't afford for you to chase him off. Besides, you know he doesn't like people, which is why the warehouse suits him. He’s hated every second of being in charge while I’ve been away. I laugh softly, thinking about him. Most people don't even know I have an assistant and that's the way Wyatt likes to keep it. He’s hostile to everyone but me and our friend Viddy. To us, he’s a teddy bear.
Fine. Jack pouts as I ring up his purchases and place them in a pretty purple paper bag with my shop’s logo printed on the side.
I’ll get him to text you. Take care. I smile and wave, handing over his bag of goodies and watch him sashay out the door with a jaunty wave of his own.
Both Grim’s and Kaz’s eyes are glued to me, looking amused.
“Are we safe here? I mean, I was under the impression that I was meant to be looking out for you, but I didn’t know Kaz and I would be in danger. I’m pretty sure that dude just stripped me naked and did very dirty things to me,” Grim points out with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you look so damn pretty.”
He scoffs. “I’m not pretty. I’m all man, baby,” he tells me with a wink, making Kaz and me laugh.
“Oh, I know that.” I let my eyes travel over his body slowly, watching him swallow hard.
“Just a really pretty one.” I give him a wink of my own before heading into the back. I reach up to grab some candles to fill the space where the others were when Grim appears and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal in surprise and grip him for dear life when he starts moving through the back of the shop and up the stairs to my apartment above it.
We pause for a moment, I guess so he can fumble with the keys, before he swings the door wide and lowers me inside my home.
“What the heck are you doing?” I slap his chest but he grabs my hand before I can pull it back, effectively trapping it against his heart.
“I’m going to show you how unpretty I am.” He nudges me farther into the room and closes the door behind him. He takes off his cut and hangs it on the hook near the door. Without looking away from me, he pulls his T-shirt over his head, leaving his impressive six-pack and tan skin on display.
He waves to get my attention, making me realize I had zoned out staring at the v that peeks out of his low-slung jeans. Jesus, is it hot in here? Maybe that's why he's taking his clothes off.
He runs his fingers over his left side. “Shrapnel.” His fingers trail up to his shoulder. “Bullet graze.” He keeps moving his fingers around his body, mapping out the scars etched into his skin.
I walk forward and place both of my hands on his chest, halting his movements. “If you think these scars make you any less pretty, you are out of your damn mind. Scars don’t take anything away from how attractive you look, they add to your appeal. All they do is show that you are stronger than whatever tried to kill you.”
His chest moves up and down rapidly, the heat of his skin seeping into my palms, reminding me that I have a half-naked man in my apartment. One I’m not sure I even like. Retreat, Megan, throw the guy his T-shirt and back the fuck away.
Do I do that? No, I let my vagina do the thinking and climb him like a tree. Seriously, one minute I’m looking up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes, and the next my legs are around his waist and my tongue is in his mouth.
He walks us over to the kitchen counter and sits me on the cool tile before pulling his lips from mine.
“We shouldn't be doing this,” he pants before kissing me again.
“Agreed,” I answer, pulling away. “It’s a terrible idea.” I lean forward and trace his lips with my tongue, feeling his growl vibrate against me
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he tells me. “But…”
“Oh, I like but…” I breathe, panting as he looks me up and down.
“But I have to taste you.” He doesn't give me time to protest, not that I was going to. I’m not the kind of girl that turns down free orgasms.
He presses against my chest until I’m lying flat on my back before making deft work of the button and zipper on my jeans. I lift my hips and let him drag them down over my ass until they get stuck around my ankles, thanks to my boots. Instead of pulling them off, he focuses on my exposed pussy with a look of rapture on his face. Oops, I forgot that I had gone commando. My underwear is still drying, hanging from the shower rail in the bathroom. He lifts my legs and bends my knees, pressing my thighs against my stomach. Locking my ankles together he holds them with one hand while he rubs his calloused fingers over my exposed ass.
And boy, am I exposed. The position he has got me twisted in leaves nothing to the imagination. I don’t have time to be embarrassed though before he dips his head and drags his tongue through my slick folds.
“Oh, Jesus,” I gasp.
He mumbles something against my pussy. I have no idea what he says but lord, he can talk all he wants because the vibrations are sensational.
He flicks his tongue over my clit, circling it until it’s hard and aching, then he dips inside me, lapping away at my juices. He feasts on me like a starving man, making me lose all sense of time. I don’t care that Kaz is downstairs alone or that I have a damn shop to run. All that matters is the magical spell Grim has woven around us. When he slides two fingers inside me and sucks hard on my clit, I scream harshly enough to hurt my throat.
“Lord have mercy,” tumbles from my lips. Vibrations ripple over my skin from him laughing against me, before he gently lowers my shaky legs. He looks pretty damn pleased with himself and he should, dammit.
“I feel like I should thank every girl that came before me, literally, because that tongue right there is the fucking shit. I guess practice really does make perfect.”
He grins at me like the cat that got the cream and I guess in a way he is.
"All right, we'd better get back downstairs before Kaz sends out a search party," he tells me.
Chapter Ten
Grim
"This girl is going to be the death of me," I mutter to myself as I follow that delectable heart-shaped ass back down the stairs to the shop.
Kaz tosses me a knowing look when I meet his eyes, making me flip the fucker off. I made myself a promise to stay away but then Viper went and made her our old lady and now... Well, now I can’t seem to think of anything other than her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her hard or her toned thighs squeezing my face as I lick her pretty little pussy.
I groan and adjust myself, ignoring the laughing asshole by the door.
“Laugh it up, dickhead, and I'll have you scrubbing the toilets later," I tell him, making him flip me off this time.
The light flashes above the door before a tall guy who looks like he belongs on the cover of Forbes magazine with his expensive suit and Italian loafers walks in. Something about him is vaguely familiar but I can't place where I know him from.
Megan doesn't seem to have that problem, though. She looks over and squeals when she sees him before running around the counter and launching herself at him. I clench my fists to stop myself from ripping her out of his arms before I snap them off and beat him with them.
He, unlike the guy before him, looks like he can handle himself. In fact, there's something about him that screams darkness, making me wonder if Megan is aware that this guy is not all he appears to be.
"I missed you," she tells him, and I frown again. Well, whoever he is, she obviously trusts him enough to speak to him. I don't like that, not one little bit.
"So, you wanna put my girl down now or do I have to make you?" I ask, letting the menace seep into my voice.
He dismisses me with a smirk before pressing a kiss to her forehead, sliding her down his front far slower than necessary.
"She was my girl first," he informs me with a smile, but I don't miss the hint of longing beneath his words. Interesting. I stomp over to them and snatch her up, causing her to squeal in the process, and wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side.
"Well, she’s my girl now, so keep your fucking hands to yourself." I hold her tight making her squeak, before I loosen my grip a little. "You like this asshole enough to speak to him?" I question, looking down at her, but I sound like an idiot. Of course, she speaks to him if he's an ex of hers.
"Well, how else was I going scream out my safe word?" she sasses me as plans start running through my mind of retribution that involves this guy bleeding from a gunshot wound and my girl’s ass being blistered red.
The dickhead in front of us throws his head back and laughs, making me want to punch the motherfucker in his exposed throat.
"Megan, Megan, Megan. Always full of surprises," he tells her with a charming smile when he finally gets himself under control.
"I've just come for my usual, and to see if you can order me some more of these." He hands her a piece of paper, which she reads and nods along to.
"Yeah, Jax, that won't be a problem. I'll message Wyatt and see if we have any of the silks in stock, but the rest of it I know I'm out of. I’ll order them and get it sent straight to the club if you like."
"That would be appreciated, darlin’. Put it on my tab and let me know when to expect a delivery," he winks at her before walking over to give her a kiss on the cheek. His lips linger just long enough for me to want to rip them off.
"No worries, Jax, you know I will."
"When are you going to come by for a play? You can bring your friend." He looks me up and down and clearly finds me lacking.
"Don't be an ass, Jax. Besides, I'm not sure it's their scene."
"Their?" he questions. I look down at her, expecting her to blush or backtrack, but not this girl. She has more balls than most guys I know, at least when it comes to her sexuality.
"Viper, Zero, and the big unmovable statue here. They decided to make me their old lady, so what’s a girl to do other than demand hot and sweaty sex for the rest of her life?”
"Excellent point. The offer still stands. You know, you are always welcome back," he coaxes, and I know damn well he means that in every way. Back in his bed, back in his heart—this fucker has a death wish.
"I know, Jax," she answers, waving him off as he leaves. I glare down at her, which she ignores, pressing a soft kiss against the scruff of my jaw before heading back behind the counter, I'm assuming to text this Wyatt person.
Kaz taps her arm.
"How the fuck do you know Jax?" he asks her, a look of surprise on his face.
"He's my friend and my ex-boyfriend," she replies with a shrug before ignoring us and sending a text.
"Who is this Jax guy and how do you know him?" I ask Kaz, who’s still looking at Megan like she just performed a really cool trick.
"Jax owns Sinners in the next town over. It’s an exclusive, by invite only, sex club." I whip my head around to stare at my girl. My sweet, young, innocent girl, and then back to Kaz.
"A sex club, seriously? How the fuck did he end up tangled with Megan?" I ponder, thinking he must have come in here for something and met her that way.
"That would be after I pulled off his mask the first night he fucked me." The soft voice has me looking up even as my vision flashes red.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here, Grim, especially if it's about me. If you want to know something, then just ask me."
I stalk over to her, our bodies separated by the glass counter between us, and yell, even though I know she can't hear a word I'm saying.
"You went to a sex club? You had sex with a stranger? You were in a relationship with this guy?" I keep firing out questions, not giving her time to answer even as her eyes flash with anger.
"You stupid fuck," Kaz mutters behind me, making me stop and take a breath.
"First of all, you giant douche canoe, what I do with my body is up to me. If I want to walk down the street naked and bend over for the first guy I come across, well, that's up to me. Second of all, I was in a safe place where everyone had been vetted and all of us had been tested. Fuck, I had to go through so much red tape you’d have thought I was going to be fucking the president. It was ridiculous, but I can assure you, it was all consensual and I loved every second of it." Her chest is heaving up and down now as her temper rides her hard.
"I had nightmares every single day for a year after my attack. I couldn't bear to have anyone touch me for even longer than that. Nobody, man, woman, or child. It literally made me feel like bugs were crawling under my skin.
“After I got safe and bought this place, I started working on me. One of those steps was to teach myself how to not be afraid of touch, and the most effective way to do that was to change my perception of it. I always associated touch with pain but over time, I learned that touching someone or being touched by someone can also bring you unimaginable pleasure. You don’t get to fucking make me feel bad for that. You were not in my life back then. You were not fucking me, feeding me, or providing for me financially, so you have no goddamn right to an opinion on the subject." She turns and storms off upstairs again.
"Well, fuck."
"You dick," Kaz snaps at me.
"Watch it, prospect," I warn, knowing he's right
"Fuck you, Grim. You were way out of line and I'm thinking any headway you made with that girl has now been erased. Nice job."
“Oh, and I suppose you wouldn’t have a problem with your girl visiting a sex club?"
"Why the hell would I? She wasn't your girl back then, Grim. Can you stand there and tell me you've been an angel waiting for her? No, of course, you can’t. Don’t be a fucking hypocrite. Have you even looked at it from the flip side? Your girl is confident and sexy. She knows exactly what she likes and she's willing to explore it. Lucky for you, I'd say, or I would sincerely doubt she would have given the idea of a relationship with three guys a shot. You have the perfect woman there. Sweet in the streets and a freak in the sheets."
He turns and heads back to his spot by the door, muttering under his breath, leaving me to my own chaotic thoughts. I know I was a dick. But I can’t shake the image of Megan in a sex club out of my mind. It’s like watching a lamb getting circled by a group of hungry wolves. I bet they had a field day with her. Is that why she has taken to Viper, Zero, and me so easily? Has it been conditioned into her? I like her, more than I should, given the colossal fuck up I am, but I’m not going to take advantage of her. I pull out my phone and dial Viper.
“Yeah,” he barks out distractedly when he answers.
“Did you know Megan was a frequent flyer over at Sinners?”
“Sinners? The sex club?” he questions.
“Yep, it seems our old lady is into that whole scene.” He’s quiet for a while, so much so I check my phone, thinking the call’s dropped.
“Viper?”
“Hmm… that girl is just full of surprises.” He sounds intrigued.
“It doesn't piss you off imagining a dozen hands all over her or a dozen dicks inside her?” I ask, shocked.
“Jesus, Grim. She’s been to a sex club. It doesn't suddenly make her the gangbang queen of the US. Have you ever even been to a sex club? Fucking hell, it’s not like some giant orgy you are imagining it to be. From what I’ve seen, Jax runs a pretty tight ship.”
“Wait, you know Jax?” I growl.
“I’ve met him, sure. I’m not exactly bosom buddies with the fucking dude but he meets everyone he gives a membership to.”
“You're a member?” I question. “Why the fuck would you go there when you can get all the pussy you want at the clubhouse?”
“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, Grim, but there is more to fucking life than club girls. They serve their purpose and most of them are respectful but sometimes I want to be able to fuck someone that hasn’t also been dicked by every other brother in the clubhouse. Now we have Megan, it isn't an issue,” he tacks on the end.
“I can’t see what has you so riled up, Grim. Do I like the thought of Megan being with someone else? Of course not, but she has to deal with t
he fact that we’ve been with the club bunnies, so how is this any different? Just don’t go off on one before you’ve had the chance to think clearly about it. The last thing we want is to push her away.”
I don't say anything, which reveals my guilt.
“Grim, tell me you kept your mouth shut!” he warns, making me sigh.
“He had his fucking hands all over her! I reacted, so fucking sue me. I had her coming on my tongue and five minutes later she’s in her ex’s arms,” I bite back.
“Ex?” His voice has gone dangerously quiet, letting me know I just tossed a grenade into the conversation.
“Yeah. Jax is Megan’s ex, and from what I can see, they still care about each other, far more than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’m on my way.” He hangs up, leaving me glaring at my phone.
I turn to Kaz and find him looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“I’d love to know who fucked you over.”
“What?”
“You just threw Megan to the wolves. He wasn’t reacting to the sex club info like you thought he should, so you threw in the bit about her ex, knowing it would get a rise out of him. You played on his trust issues with his ex and then pointed him straight at Megan.”
“What?” I repeat, genuinely confused.
“Real men act as a shield for their women. You just picked her up and placed her in the firing line. Dick move, Grim.” Kaz storms outside, leaving me questioning his words and replaying what just happened.
“Fuck!” I dial Zero’s number and wait for him to answer, knowing he’s at the garage today, which isn't too far from here.
“Yo!”
“I fucked up,” I tell him straight out.
“Of course you did, it's a day ending in y. What happened?”
I ignore his sarcasm and fill him in, leaving him to curse me out.
“Goddamnit, Grim. I’ll be there in five.” He hangs up on me too, leaving me standing there with my dick in my hand. See, this right here is why I don't do relationships. I’m no fucking good at them and I fuck everything up.
“Fucking, fucking shit,” I grumble and make my way upstairs to her apartment, hoping she doesn't throw anything at me when I walk in. I swing the door wide and step to the side just in case, but nothing comes whizzing by, so I sigh in relief.
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