by Bella Rose
“Not really.” Griffin shrugged. “I like people I know.”
“I’m sure,” she muttered. Sliding into the booth, she waited for him to sit before she launched into her speech. “I want to know what you were talking about when you said Thorn would be cut out of his inheritance.”
“I’m just saying that if there’s nobody living in Deacon’s house, someone’s going to squat there. By the time Thorn comes back to claim it, someone else will be settled in and they won’t be eager to go.”
“That’s bullshit,” she fumed. “You can’t just squat in a house that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Sure you can, if it’s empty. And the house is located on the crew’s lands, so the cops won’t care.”
“Those lands don’t belong to the crew, and you know it,” Leah said with just a touch of smugness. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”
Griffin realized that he had to tread carefully. It was possible that Leah knew a lot more than he’d given her credit for. “What are you referring to, exactly?” he pressed.
“I’m referring to the fact that the land all of your crew thinks of as their own—houses, trailers, garages, and even your little clubhouse. All of that is on land that belonged to my mother.”
“Maybe.” Griffin shrugged.
“No maybe about it.” Leah pursed her lips and looked him straight in the eye. “I’m the one who has those deeds, Griffin. I know exactly who it all belongs to.”
Leah could see that she had really gotten to him. Had he expected her to be unaware of her own financial situation? Or had they all thought her mother was stupid enough to let Deacon keep it all even after he treated her so badly?
“My mother never did anything about the land because she knew that Deacon loved my brother and treated him well. The lands would have passed to Thorn, if Mama had lived until he was legal age. I’m supposed to make sure of they still do when the time comes.”
“So just give them to him and be done with it,” Griffin suggested with a careless shrug.
She scoffed. “Why? So you can somehow bully him into giving them to you? Do I really look that naive?”
“So what do you want, then?”
She stared at Griffin and wondered what the answer to that question was. It would have been a big help if she found him a little less attractive. He’d been her personal brand of crack since high school. They’d known each other as children, but attending the same high school had brought them back into proximity. She’d lusted after him ever since, despite her better judgment.
You. She shut her mouth before she could say something stupid, but she could tell from the flare of heat in his eyes that he knew what she’d been about to say.
“Me between your legs?” Griffin said with a smirk.
Leah swallowed. God he was rude! Why did it turn her on so much? She was demented. That was the only answer. “I’m not into bad boys,” she informed him.
“Is that right?” He winked at her. Winked! “Then why are you staring at me as if you’d like to rip my clothes off?”
“I’m not.” Leah attempted to play it off. “This expression means I’d like to rip your balls off. It’s not the same thing.”
“Depends on the guy,” he quipped.
She laughed in spite of herself. Why did he have to be cute and funny? Ugh! She was supposed to hate him. She’d come here to read him the riot act and get her brother’s place with the club settled. Now she was completely sidetracked.
Griffin leaned in closer, and she felt herself trying not to breathe lest she inhale his delectable male spice. Then he grinned as though he had more than a little bit of the devil inside him. “Leah, I’ve thought a lot about getting between your legs.”
“Why is that?” She licked her lips.
“Because I was too young back in school to realize how much fun it would be to blast through that icy shell of yours and let out the wild child,” he told her softly.
Her breath caught, and she wondered if he had picked those words just because he knew how thoroughly they would get under her skin.
Oh yes, Griffin knew he had her now. The flare of heat in her gaze was enough to tell him that Leah was just as into him right now as she had been as a sixteen-year-old. Of course, he was kidding himself if he tried to say he wasn’t also into her. The memory of Leah had taunted him for years. If nothing else, having sex with her now would finally prove to his brain that she had been the fantasy of a hormonal teenage boy, not a full-grown man. He needed to get her out of his system once and for all.
“I live upstairs,” he said casually. “We could go up and talk, you know.”
“Oh yeah,” she said with a laugh. “Talk. Because no woman has ever heard that before.”
“Fine.” Griffin met her derisive gaze head on. If she wanted to be a bitch, he’d call her on it. “Then allow me to invite you upstairs to my apartment for mind-blowing sex. Is that better?”
“Oh, much better!” She stood up.
Griffin stood as well. “Come on, Leah. Take that stick out of your ass and remember what it was like to have fun.”
He wasn’t quite sure why, but for some reason his words struck her deeply. Her green eyes darkened with barely suppressed pain and rage. She whipped around and her hair flew out from her body and created waves of cinnamon over her shoulders. He longed to take one long lock between his fingers and savor the silky texture.
“You know what?” She held out her hand until he took it. “Let’s go upstairs. You want to rock my world? Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Griffin refused to laugh. It wouldn’t have helped anything. But he was definitely up for this challenge.
Chapter Three
Leah took in the small apartment above the bar. The only way in or out was through the bar itself. A rickety flight of stairs ended in a door with a lock that was more joke than functional. The room was big and square with a bed in one corner and a kitchenette in the other. A single door suggested that the toilet, at least, was private.
“Are you done with your perusal?” Griffin asked.
She spun around to face him and snorted. “It’s pretty much exactly what I would have expected. Real classy, Griffin.”
He grinned. She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, then she realized that he had used the word perusal. What kind of biker gang leader had that kind of vocabulary? How odd.
“I remember you in school,” she said suddenly. “You were always in trouble.” That was probably what had attracted Leah to Griffin most of her life. Bad boys were so much more interesting than the other ones.
“Is that right?” He moved closer, his walk almost a swagger. “And you remember that I was in trouble because…?” he prompted.
“Because it was sort of hard to miss.” She gave him a dismissive glance and then looked away to take in the rest of the apartment. “Our school wasn’t exactly large.”
“No,” he agreed.
He grabbed her quite suddenly and Leah wondered if she should struggle. Except what would be the point of that? She had been the one to instigate this whole farce of a one-night stand. At least she figured it could be classified as a one-night stand.
“So you’ve talked a big game,” he murmured. His blue gaze was so intense she almost couldn’t keep herself from looking away. “Now. Are you going to own up to your bold words? Or are you going to run like the little rabbit you are?”
“I’m not a fucking rabbit.”
She hated that reference. Her father had used it, and Griffin knew it. His wolf-like smile said as much. There was nothing to lose here. Not really. This was one night of crazy and then she’d go back to her little bungalow and her regular—blessedly normal—life.
She shoved her fingers through his tangled blond hair and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. The taste of him was surprising. Wild and spicy, but with a hint of something strong and masculine that promised so much more than she ever would have expected from a man like him. She pushed her tongue pas
t his lips and rubbed it against his. He was passive for only a moment. Then he took possession of the kiss, and Leah thought she might actually faint dead away.
He bent her over his arm and made love to her with his mouth as though he intended to force her submission. She moaned and whimpered. Her fingers scraped his scalp and a wave of heat rose inside her body, threatening to overtake everything. She wanted him so badly that her pussy ached, and her panties were soaked in seconds. This was more than she’d ever dreamed of, and she was starting to be afraid that she was in way over her head.
Griffin knew that a woman like Leah didn’t just choose to spend a night with a man like him on a whim. She had a purpose. He just didn’t know what it was. For the moment, it didn’t matter. He was going to take her and enjoy her in ways he had dreamed of for years.
He broke the kiss and took a step back. She nearly fell over. Griffin took her face in his hand and gently forced her to meet his gaze. “Unfasten my pants, Leah. Show me how much you really want this.”
He was a little surprised that she didn’t argue. She immediately reached for his belt and the button closure of his leather riding pants. She was quick and nimble. Seconds later, she peeled the leather over his backside and down his legs. He toed off his boots, and she pulled his pants right off.
Griffin pulled his T-shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. Now he was naked and she was still clothed. To some, it might seem like he was submissive one. He knew better. He stabbed his right hand through her silky hair and forced her to her knees.
His cock bobbed hard and heavy between them. He remained silent for a moment, watching the way she looked at his equipment. It looked as if she’d never seen a penis before. The idea was intriguing, but unlikely. Still, he wondered exactly how far he could push her. Then she licked her lips and he knew what she wanted, even if she refused to admit it.
“Kiss my cock, Leah.” His voice had the quality of gravel. In a few minutes, he wasn’t even going to be able to speak.
Her green eyes grew wide, and she looked apprehensive. But there was no hesitation in her touch when she wrapped her right hand around his shaft and tentatively placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. He groaned. The sensation was exquisite. The way her lips barely brushed the opening at the tip was intoxicating.
“Again,” he ordered.
She seemed emboldened by his appreciation. This time she added her tongue. She slipped it between her lips and laved it around the end of his head. He had to tighten his haunches to keep himself from thrusting deep into her throat. He wanted to fuck her face and watch his cum spurt over her lips. The primal urge to mark her was almost overwhelming.
He gave into his need, keeping his hand locked in her hair. “Suck me.”
Leah should have told Griffin to go fuck himself, but something deep inside her didn’t want to. This was so much different from all the sterile little liaisons she’d had in the past. She’d gone out with other teachers, with businessmen, a few lawyers, even a minister. They were boring as hell and none of them could give her what she needed in the bedroom.
Now she was on her knees with Griffin’s hand clutching her hair so hard that her scalp tingled. His cock was in her hand and the taste of him was in her mouth. She wanted this. Just one down-and-dirty night of sex, and she could go back to the sedate life she had worked so hard to build for herself.
She played with the soft tip of his erection with her lips. He groaned and she felt his hips tremble. He obviously liked it. She grew bolder. She swallowed a little more, going further and further until finally she put every inch of his considerable length into her mouth. She breathed in and out through her nose and felt the soft tip of him tickle the back of her throat. His short dark gold pubic hair rubbed her lip. She could smell the earthy scent of him and it fascinated her. Then she reached up between his legs and found his balls.
He jumped a little when she gave his testicles a light squeeze. But she kept bobbing her head up and down on his cock, and he seemed to enjoy the extra attention to his sac. The skin was puckered and very soft. The hair was sparse. She could feel the twin spheres inside and wondered if she could make those feel good too.
Letting go of his cock with a soft pop, she got further underneath him and laved the flat, wide part of her tongue over his sac. Griffin cursed, but then she felt him shift his legs to give her better access. He hadn’t said anything else to her, but she figured she was doing okay anyway. She was having fun at least.
Leah pushed her tongue up into the space beneath his balls. The two spheres inside separated, and she could feel the base of his cock through the thin skin. She used her tongue to apply pressure and then sucked a little at the skin. Griffin grew rigid and tightened his grip on her hair until she could hardly move her head.
“Fuck, yes!” he groaned. “Lick them. Suck them! Damn woman, you know what I like!”
Leah hid her smile and did exactly as he asked. She sucked and licked and played and teased until she was so turned on herself that her slacks were wet between her legs. She had soaked completely through her panties and she could smell the heavy odor of her own arousal. It was strange and exciting. She squirmed a little as it started to grow uncomfortable. She needed something or she was going to explode with frustration.
Griffin emerged from a haze of lust and realized that Leah had reached the point of frustration. He’d been so immersed in the sensation feeling of her lips on his cock and balls that he hadn’t even thought about her needs. What an ass.
He tugged at her hair. “Let go, rabbit. You’ve got far too much clothing on, and I can tell your pussy needs some attention.”
She stumbled to her feet, and he caught her against his body. Her breathing was labored, and her big green eyes were luminous and hazy with passion. He began unbuttoning her blouse, wondering if she even noticed what he was doing. Then he peeled if off, and her hands came up quickly to cover her breasts.
“You’re still wearing a bra little rabbit,” he pointed out. “But if you want me to kiss your breasts, you need to take it off.”
It seemed to take her a second to make a decision. Then she reached up behind her and unfastened the clasp. Her breasts spilled out of the lacy cups, and Griffin groaned in appreciation. The woman had the best breasts. They were full, with pink areolas and hard little nipples that he couldn’t wait to taste.
Lowering his head, he took first one and then the other into his mouth. He sucked her nipples until she was writhing against him with need. He tugged and nipped with his teeth until each bud was swollen and elongated. She was nearly weeping with need.
Griffin unfastened her pants and shoved them over her rounded backside. He could smell the heavy scent of her arousal. She was so wet for him that he was going to drown in her juices, and he couldn’t wait to get started. Once she’d kicked off her shoes and he’d pushed the slacks onto the floor, she stood naked before him.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Perfect. Get on the bed and show me your pussy.”
She looked confused.
“Lie on your back, spread your legs, and use your fingers to spread yourself wide open. I want to see what I’m about to take.” He was about to die of anticipation.
“You really want me to do that?” It was the first thing she’d spoken out loud, and he could see her confusion. “Why?”
“Because it’s sexy.”
“Oh.”
She did exactly what he had told her. Griffin gazed at the soft pink folds of her pussy and noticed how glistening wet they were. The dark pink center of her throbbed with her need.
He climbed up onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. Staring down at her, he decided that there was no waiting around. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to take you hard and fast, and I’m not going to be nice about it. I want that pussy too bad. Got it?
She nodded, eyes huge. Then Griffin grabbed her inner thighs and pushed his cock deep inside her pussy in one long thrust.
Chapter
Four
Being inside Leah was even better than Griffin had imagined. She was gloriously tight. He backed out only far enough to thrust inside her again, and the wet sound of fucking filled the room. He didn’t hold back. He hit her pussy hard over and over again.
When that wasn’t enough anymore, he lifted her legs and placed her feet flat against his pectoral muscles. The new angle allowed him deeper access to her body. She gasped at the increased friction and depth, and he shared her wonder. God, it felt so good!
“I love this pussy!” he grunted. “It’s mine. You understand? Mine. This is my pussy and I’m the only one who’s going to fuck it.”
He pressed inside her as deep as he could go until he felt the tip of his cock brush the end of her channel. The inner contours of her body stroked his shaft. He felt a tiny spot of friction grow and grow until he could stand it no longer. He needed to come. His balls were tight and his seed was ready to spurt inside her hot little body.
Griffin reached between them and found her clit with his finger. She stiffened around him, and her pussy grew even tighter. Her orgasm came on like an earthquake. She grew tighter and hotter, and then she absolutely melted around his cock. Her cries ricocheted off the walls, and she clutched the sheets in her fingers as she tried to hold on.
Griffin reveled in every bit of the pleasure he had brought her. Then he let go and filled her with his cum. He convulsed, eyes closing and face contorting as he came hard until every single drop was spent. Then he collapsed to the side and lay motionless on the bed.
Beside him, Leah was in much the same condition. Her breasts were quivering with each breath she took and she was staring vacantly at the ceiling as though she couldn’t quite believe what had happened.
“Damn you’re a hot little piece of ass,” Griffin told her with a grunt. “I think you could kill me with sex.”