Loving Crow (Unsaintly Kings MC Book 1)

by A. Lynn

  “Okay,” I say. “So, fly out on Monday and fly back on Friday?” I reach in my purse for my checkbook to give her money because the banks will be closed tomorrow. I think about the amount for a few minutes, finally deciding that seven thousand should be enough since I’m booking the flight, car, and hotel. But if not, I’ll just give her more.

  “That sounds good.”

  I hand the check over and when her eyes widen I say, “I just want him to have a good time and get whatever he wants. Plus, you’re going to be there all week, I’m sure there is plenty of stuff for you two to get into.” She just smiles. “Can he stay here tonight and I will get him in the morning? I’m going to try and meet my friend for a drink.”

  “Of course.”

  “Thanks, Sasha,” I say, hugging her. "For everything."

  “We’re family, Reagan, it’s what we do.”

  Walking back home, I pull out my phone to call Lynna.

  Chapter 7

  Reagan

  “Thanks for coming out with me, tonight. This past week has been brutal,” I sigh.

  “I heard Cleo talking to Lexi when she came in from her break,” she says with a wince. “So Crow, huh?”

  “Not anymore.” I down my drink.

  “Don’t let her come between the two of you,” she says.

  “She already did.”

  “Don’t be h—”

  “Do you know what a club slut is?” I interrupt.

  “Someone who fucks the club members,” she states.

  I raise an eyebrow at her.

  “I read a lot,” she says. “Is that what he said she is?”

  I nod and wipe away a traitorous tear that slips through and reach for my drink. Once again feeling betrayed when I discover my glass is empty. Scowling, I raise my hand to get Grady’s attention.

  He nods my way while finishing up with someone else down the bar. When he gets closer he smiles, “Ready for another one, Rea?”

  “And two shots of Amaretto, please.”

  When he is finished with my drink he looks to Lynna, “You want another cosmo, babe?”

  “Yes, please,” Lynna says all sweet and flirty.

  He sets her drink on the bar with a wink and goes to help another patron.

  When he is far enough away, she turns to me. “Girl, he is fine!”

  “So is his boyfriend!”

  “Why are all the good ones taken or gay?”

  I shrug, downing the shots, then pick up my drink. “Want to go dance?”

  “Definitely.”

  The club side of Fallen is packed. It’s extra hot on this side, but I am feeling too damn good to leave the dance floor. Make-up be damned… I’m not trying to meet anyone.

  When the song changes, I feel hands grabbing my hips, pulling my back into their front. It feels nice but wrong at the same time. Nice because I’m imagining it’s Crow behind me, grinding his perfect dick into my ass. Then wrong because I know it’s not my love, the smell is different. But I can’t seem to force myself to move out of his arms.

  When the song changes again, so does the position of the mystery man’s hands. His arms wrap around my waist with his hands right under my tits. When I feel lips on my neck I try to shake them off.

  Lynna's eyes bug out and she reaches out to pull me from his arms, but I suddenly find myself on my ass. She helps me up and turns me away from her.

  That’s when I see the reason why I landed on my ass. Crow is beating the shit out of a guy laid out on the floor. Why is nobody stopping him? A guy is standing beside him—wearing the same vest—but he is just watching Crow go to town. I rush over there to try and stop him before he gets arrested, but the guy standing above him grabs me around the waist and steps back.

  “Let me go, asshole,” I scream, but he’s acting like he can’t hear me. Dick. “Crow, stop! That’s enough! Stop, please! It’s not worth it. Damn it, Crow!” He doesn’t stop swinging. “KANE!” He freezes and glares at me over his shoulder. “Please stop, my love. You got him off of me, babe. That’s enough.” I reach my arms awkwardly—because his friend is still holding me back, dick—out to him and say, “come here.”

  He steps away from him and towards me. “Baby...I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I shouldn’t have let him dance with me,” I say.

  “You can let her go, Tex.” He drops his arms instantly and steps away from me and closer to Lynna. Crow’s arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me into his arms. His mouth goes to the spot on my neck the guy was just touching, and my heart aches. He’s doing the exact thing that I couldn’t do for him earlier.

  Tears rush down my cheeks, and he must taste them because he looks at me and says, “Please don’t cry, baby. You don’t have to be scared, I would never hurt you.”

  “I know that,” I say as he walks through the club and bar to the stairs on the back wall.

  On the way up he asks, “Then why are you crying, baby?” He opens the door across the landing so we can be alone. He sits down on a large sectional that is in the corner of the room.

  “Because I’m so sorry, Crow. I was being a bitch earlier. I don’t even know why that shit came out of my mouth. The depth of my feelings for you scare me, so I was trying to push you away. Please don’t let me” I plead. “I don’t want to be without you, please don’t make me. I love you too much, I won’t survive it.”

  “Never, baby. I already told you that I wasn’t going anywhere,” he says while threading his fingers into my hair. He gently presses his lips to mine.

  “I know you did, but earlier you said I wasn’t worth it,” I sob.

  “I didn’t mean it, I was just being a dick.”

  I nod. “You hurt me.”

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he says as he brings my lips to his once again.

  The sweetness of his kiss is soon forgotten as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hands fall from my hair to squeeze my ass and drag me closer. The movement makes me aware of his very hard cock. A rush of heat flows through me and I can’t make my hips be still. I feel so fucking needy that I can’t see straight.

  One of his hands slips under my shirt, and making contact with my bare nipple has him growling against my lips. “No bra, baby?”

  “Hmm.” My hands drop to the clasp on his pants.

  He stops my progress and pulls back with a sexy as fuck smile on his face. “No, not here. I don’t want our first time to be a quickie in the club—any other time, sure—but I want to lay you out and take my time.”

  “I would love that,” I smile.

  “Me, too.” He squeezes me tight “Want to get out of here?”

  I nod, “Come home with me? J is at Sasha’s for the night.”

  “Yeah, baby. Let’s go home.”

  I nod and kiss him again.

  We start down the stairs before he asks, “How many drinks did you have?”

  “Not much, two Amaretto sours and two shots. Why?”

  “I don’t want you on my bike when you’re not sober. It’s not safe.”

  “Okay. My car is in the parking lot anyway.”

  “Were you planning on driving home? After you had four drinks?”

  “No, I was just going to get a cab or walk or something. It’s not that far.”

  “I don’t want you walking, baby. Especially with all the abductions and shit.”

  I link our fingers as we walk. “Okay, love. Whatever you want.”

  “I need to get something from my bike.” He pauses for a minute and retrieves a gym bag from one of the bag thingies that are mounted on the side of it.

  “What’s that?”

  “A few changes of clothes and toiletries for when I’m at your place.”

  “Being presumptuous there, weren’t you? Considering the last time we spoke we broke up.”

  He cocks an eyebrow. “Two things. One: I packed this when I stopped at my house to take a shower. And two: We didn’t break up. You’re not my girlfriend, baby, y
ou’re my woman. That’s not something that will end easily.”

  I mumble, blushing, “Ok.”

  Laid out on the couch watching Sons of Anarchy with Crow's head in my lap and arms wrapped around my waist? My own personal heaven. I could stay here forever and be content, the only thing missing is Jordan. I am sifting my fingers through the length on the top of his head while I am buried deep in mine. So deep that I miss the first time Crow speaks to me.

  “Baby?”

  I look down at him and realize that not only did I miss him talking to me, but I missed him moving off of me as well. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “I said I’m going to get in the shower.”

  “Oh, okay. I’ll lock up and be up in a few.”

  “Okay, baby,” he says before giving me a chaste kiss and heading upstairs.

  After turning off the television, I grab some water from the fridge and slowly make my way up the steps. The door to the en suite is cracked, and hearing the shower running is like a siren’s call. Before I make a conscious decision to join him, I find myself at the door watching soap and water run down the large reaper tattoo on his back. Every inch of this man is delicious, fucking beautiful. I quickly remove my clothes and open the stall door.

  He turns to see my completely naked body on display for his viewing pleasure. “Damn, baby,” he croaks and when his eyes meet mine, they are hooded.

  I take a sultry step towards him. “See something you like?”

  He closes the distance remaining between us and fuses our lips. His hands running up and down every inch of my bare skin that is in range. Like he can’t decide what he needs to touch first, second or last. He shifts until I’m under the hot spray and reaches for my shampoo. When his fingers make contact with my hair, he breaks the kiss and watches in wonder.

  My hands are painfully empty and I can’t stand it, so, I reach for his cock. I squeeze the tip in my fist before I take long strokes up and down his length. He groans deep in his chest and it’s like a bolt of lightning to my pussy, making me gasp and yearn to reach between my thighs. I don’t though, I just squeeze and rub them together, looking for some relief from the friction. The last of the soap runs down my body and is quickly followed by his hands and then his mouth.

  He has my body wash on his hands as he makes a second pass over my achingly heavy tits and down my stomach, only stopping when his fingers make contact with my clit. He circles the bud once, twice, three times before his fingers shift lower. I start to spread my legs wider to give him easier access, but he pulls back and shuts off the water. Not only did he stop rubbing me, but he also pulled his pulsing cock out of my hands.

  My eyes snap open. “Why did you stop?” But he doesn’t answer, just roughly dries my skin and then his own.

  “Bed, now,” he demands and suddenly he tosses me over his shoulder, smacking me on the ass, making me giggle. In the bedroom, he tosses me on the bed and follows me down until his lips hit mine again.

  I have to turn my head to break the kiss because my lungs feel like they’re on fire. But he doesn’t take his mouth away, he trails it down to my pulse point where he nips and sucks like he’s trying to steal my life source. I thread my fingers through his hair when he starts to move lower. When his tongue comes out and circles my nipple to a tight peak and tweaking the other, all I can do is moan and pull his mouth tighter to me. Switches sides, he gives my other nipple the same treatment as his hands make the trek down to my waist. His tongue makes a path to my belly button where he probes it while his hands make their way to my inner thighs.

  His mouth stops just above my pubic bone. He raises his head, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Can I have you?" My breath stalls in my throat because it feels like he is asking for so much more. It feels like he is speaking to my soul.

  "Always."

  Then his tongue is making the same circles that his fingers just were when he slips a finger inside. “Fuck, baby. So tight,” he groans. He pumps his finger in and out a few times before I feel another working its way in. He sucks my bud into his mouth as his fingers are scissoring to stretch me a little. "You taste so fucking good. I want to eat this pussy every day."

  “I’m going to come, Crow.”

  “Give it to me, baby. I want all your pleasure," he says just before I feel his tongue thrust inside me.

  My hips buck and rotate on their own. “Oh, that feels so good!” His fingers are back inside and I feel his tongue fluttering over my clit. He pinches my nipple at the same time he bites my clit and I go flying over the cliff. "Kane! Oh, baby, right there! Don't stop!" The ripples coursing through my pussy are a beautiful agony. I fist a hand in his hair holding him against me so I can ride his face.

  When the ripples stop, I melt into the bed and close my eyes with a sigh. When I feel him climb over me and rest between my legs, I reach for him and bring his mouth to mine. I lick my juices off his lips, making him groan, giving me full access to suck his tongue into my mouth.

  I grab his hips and drag him closer. The head of his cock slips in and he stops, but when he feels me still pulling, he groans and drives in the rest of the way.

  I break away from his mouth and expel a gasp that is equal parts pleasure and pain. "Oh, fuck, Crow. I'm so full," I groan.

  "You okay, baby? Do want me to stop." He looks anxious, like he thinks I'm going to say yes.

  “I’m good, Cr—”

  “Kane.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to say my name. Kane when it’s just us. Crow when we’re in public.”

  “Okay, Kane,” I smile. “I’m good, but I need you to move.”

  “You’re so tight, I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he says making shallow thrusts.

  “Harder, Kane. Please,” I plead.

  He goes a little deeper, a little harder with each thrust. “Fuck. This pussy was made for me. My pussy,” he says as he slams into me. “Mine.”

  “Yes, just like that,” I gasp when he throws my leg over his shoulder, driving so deep he hits a new depth. I scream out as he brutally slams into me over and over again.

  “Who does this pussy belong to, baby?”

  “It’s yours…” I pant.

  “Yeah, it is,” he pauses. “Always.”

  “Always,” I repeat.

  “I’m. So. Close.” He emphasizes each word with a deep thrust. “Are you close, baby? I want you with me,” he says as his hand trails between us until his thumb makes contact with my clit again.

  “So, close,” I moan arching my hips so he rubs that delicious spot deep inside of me, too.

  My walls start rippling again; he must feel it, too, because he drives harder and harder, repeatedly saying, “Mine”.

  When I fly over the edge again and scream his name, he’s right there with me. “Reagan, baby! Here it comes. You ready for me, baby?”

  “Give it to me, Kane. You want my pleasure? I want yours, too," I breathlessly demand.

  He slams forward three more times before he slows to a stop, spilling deep inside.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. I connect our mouths again, kissing him hard. He collapses on the bed next to me and drags me into him and kisses my forehead. "Thank you, baby."

  I giggle. “For what?”

  “For sealing the deal,” he says.

  Confused, I ask, “What deal?”

  “The ‘you and me forever’ deal,” he says all mundane-like, as if he is telling me his favorite pizza topping.

  “Is that right?” I cock a cheeky eyebrow.

  “Oh, yeah. I’ll never let you go now,” he replies with a smile.

  I meet his smile with one of my own and—with conviction—I say, “I’m okay with that, my love.”

  Sometime later, when our bodies have calmed and settled, he asks, "At the salon earlier, why were you leaving early? Ma wouldn't say."

  “God, Kane, it’s so fucked up.”

  “What is, baby?”

  “Okay, so I
called Sasha when I was going up to Perks to get a coffee on my break,” I start, before having to backtrack. “Wait, let me go back. When I dropped J off at Sasha’s this morning, she told me that she was going to take him to see her.”

  “Okay, what’s wrong with that?”

  “Her disposition has changed drastically over the last few months. I mean, she has never been the overly devoted or doting mom, so I just have always been extra affectionate to make up for it. But since she started using, she has been outright mean to him.”

  He freezes. “What do you mean?”

  “She yells for no reason, "forgets" to pick him up from preschool, ignoring him…" I shake my head, sighing. "He's awesome, Kane. I just don't get it. How she can act the way she does is completely beyond me."

  “What happened today?”

  “Since she has been in the hospital, she has refused to see him.”

  “Did you tell Sasha that?”

  “No, I should have," I say sadly. "I just hoped that she would act differently in front of the person she considers her mother."

  “But she didn’t?”

  “No, the stupid fucking bitch escalated her effort,” I say as tears start to run down my face. I sit up so I can look at his face and squeeze his hand in both of mine, needing his strength before I can continue. "He was excited to see her and ran up to her bed. He reached for her hand but she yanked it away. Sasha said that he must have thought she was making room for him on the bed because the next thing she knew, he was holding on to the railing and climbing to sit next to her,” I break off on a sob.

  He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "It's okay, baby."

  “No, it's not. I want to fucking end her!" I take a few deep breaths and continue, "Apparently when he had both of his knees on the bed and had let go off the rail, her arm shot out and she pushed him off the bed."

  Wiping tears off my face—with a deadly calm—he says, “Are you fucking serious?” I nod. “Is he okay?”

  “Sasha was able to get her hand around his arm before he landed on his head. But she is beating herself up, because her effort to save him put a God awful bruise from shoulder to elbow.”