Lane (Grim Sinners MC Book 1)

by LeAnn Ashers

  Everyone is laughing and joking around and having a great time. I am hyperaware of Lane holding me against him, his hand running up and down my arm. I try to withhold the shivers I am having.

  “You’re too fucking gorgeous for your own good. You know that? Too many fuckers in here looking at you,” he whispers into my ear, and I melt into a pile of goo. He is so sweet.

  I turn around to face him, my hands resting on his chest. He touches my cheek.

  “You’re so sweet, Lane,” I whisper back and he smiles.

  “Just don’t tell the guys that,” he jokes and my heart aches at how sweet this man is.

  I run my hands up his forearms and stand on my tiptoes. “Kiss me?”

  He grins at me, and his hand twines into my hair and pulls slightly. “Fuck yeah.” He presses his mouth on mine, and I grab his vest, pulling him into me harder.

  God, he can fucking kiss.

  One hand rests on my face and the other in my hair, slowly tugging on the ends. God, this man is amazing. I step closer until we are hip to hip, and I let go of his vest and bring my hand down to his ass. I squeeze and groan at the feel of his bubble butt. I couldn’t resist.

  Whack! A hand lands on my ass, and I pull back in shock. “Behave, Doll.” He chuckles and I blush deeply. I seem to just lose all control around him.

  “Get it, girl!” Danielle yells, and I hear a bunch of guys’ chuckles.

  I lay my head on his chest to hide my embarrassment. He laughs and runs his hand through my hair, then down my back.

  He is so affectionate—everything is so new.

  I turn around and he wraps his arms around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head. Danielle gives me a double thumbs-up and pops back another drink.

  She is going to regret this tomorrow. She dances around the room happily, in her own world. Danielle must be the most joyful person alive. She is always so bubbly and upbeat.

  A man walks over to us. He is taller than Lane, and Lane has to be six-foot-three. He is also bearded like Lane and covered in tattoos.

  “This is my VP, Wilder,” Lane says.

  I smile. “Nice to meet you, Wilder.”

  He shakes his head and smiles at Lane. “Fucking lucky, bro.”

  “That was really nice, thank you,” I tell Wilder and his expression softens.

  “Mine, bro. Don’t even fucking look,” Lane grumbles and pulls me into him harder. I laugh at his possessiveness and lean back, kissing the underside of his neck.

  “You’re cute,” I whisper and Wilder bursts out laughing. Lane laughs along with Wilder and I grin, running my hand along his arm.

  I look around for Danielle, and I see she is still dancing by herself. She bumps into the table and knocks some empty cups onto the ground.

  A door slams into the wall and I jump. Lane’s arm tightens around me, and he straightens his body. We all turn to the entrance of the bar, and a bunch of guys pile into the room. The guy who bothered me earlier, along with his friends, turns to face the guys who walked in.

  Uh oh.

  “So you showed up to get your ass beat?” the guy who grabbed me earlier says. He laughs and elbows his friends.

  “You asked for it, fucker, messed with the wrong person.”

  “We will see about that.” He laughs and the guy who bothered me earlier pushes him. His friends do the same thing, and my stomach sinks as I realize they are all heading in our direction.

  Danielle!

  I look over and see one of Lane’s men grab her, pulling her from the danger zone.

  The door to the bar opens again, and a bunch more men pile into the building. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

  Lane lets go of me and puts me behind his body. He steps back until my back is touching the wall. I look around the side of his body, my stomach sinking, when I see the chaos surrounding me.

  Men are piled on the floor beating each other’s brains out. Danielle is on the other side of the room with an MC guy protecting her, the way Lane is protecting me. She looks at me with frantic eyes, and I smile at her reassuringly.

  A group of men move over to me and Lane. Lane steps away from me and pulls the men apart. “Fucking stop!” he roars and they turn on Lane swinging. He shakes his head like he is bored with the whole situation. He punches the one on the left directly in the face. His eyes roll back in his head, and he hits the floor, knocked out.

  Holy fuck, that was hot.

  The other guy sees what Lane can do and runs into the fray to take care of someone else. “Holy shit, Lane, you’re badass,” I tell him and laugh. He shrugs like the badass he is.

  I want a piece of this man. Goodness me.

  Little by little, the fight ends and they start drifting out with the help of the MC guys.

  Once everything is cleared out, I go over to Danielle to make sure she is okay. She’s slumped over the guy who was protecting her, her head lying on his back, her eyes closed. “Is she?”

  He laughs and nods.

  She is asleep. I laugh along with him, and Lane moves up beside me. “Want me to help you get her home?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He picks up Danielle, and I’m instantly jealous to see her in his arms. Those are my arms.

  I am such a fucking mess.

  “Don’t worry, Baby, you’re the only one I want in my arms,” Lane teases and I give him the middle finger.

  “You’re adorable, Doll.”

  I flip him off with both hands.

  “She’s a feisty one, Prez.”

  I spin around and face the person who called me feisty, and I place my hands on my waist, glaring at Wilder. “Want me to show you feisty?”

  Fuck, quit being cute, Amelia.

  “Let’s get her home.”

  I follow Lane out to my car. I open the door, and he gently lays her down on the backseat. I grab the blanket I keep on the floor just for this very purpose. This isn’t our first rodeo.

  “Follow behind me?” I ask Lane, and he nods then leans forward and kisses me on the lips. My eyes flutter closed. I want him so much. Just the way he smiles sets my world on fire, and the way he is possessive makes me feel wanted.

  Right now, in his presence, I feel protected and safe. I just really like everything about him.

  “Be safe, Doll.”

  “I will.” I walk over to the driver’s side and climb in. I start the car and wait for Lane to get on his bike.

  Once he is set, I drive toward her house.

  Lane

  I fucking want her so much and it’s driving me insane. It’s getting hard for me to control myself around her—she is so fucking hot. Men look at her and I fucking hate that. I am selfish and want her all to myself.

  Right now my dick could probably hammer fucking nails. Her body was made by the gods themselves.

  The way she smiles up at me like I am her fucking world, her eyes lit up with innocence and vulnerability. She is sassy, but so sweet. I want to protect that and keep her the way she is.

  Who cares if I just met her? I want her and if I want something I get it.

  She is mine.

  Amelia

  Locking Danielle’s door, I spin around and look at Lane. I want him to come to my house. I just want to get to know him on a deeper level.

  I clear my throat. “So what do you say about bingeing on some movies tonight? Unless you need to go home to your daughter?”

  He smiles and touches my jaw. “I have a babysitter for the night. She was asleep when I left.”

  “Let’s go then.”

  Butterflies swarm my belly, and my body is shaking with nerves.

  We arrive at my house, and if I thought I had nerves before, it was nothing compared to seeing him standing next to my car door. I turn off the car, grab my purse off the seat, and climb out. I pull my hair over my shoulder and peek up at him, and I notice immediately that he is studying me closely.

  Oh boy.

  I unlock the front door and step inside. “I am going
to go change into some sweats. I will be back in a second.” I practically run to my room.

  I shut the door and lean against it, my heart pounding. My stomach feels like an endless pit. I let out a deep breath and walk across the room to my closet. I reach into the basket, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt.

  “You got this, Amelia,” I whisper to myself. I shake my hands and take my hair tie off my wrist, and I twist my hair around into a bun at the top of my head.

  Okay, okay, let’s do this.

  I open my bedroom door and see Lane sitting down with his leather vest on the back of the couch. Lane looks me up and down.

  “Could you get any cuter, Doll?”

  I grin at him when I hear “doll.” I love that he calls me something besides “Baby.” I grab the remote off the coffee table and sit down beside him.

  “Get your ass over here.” He lifts his arm.

  I blush and smile down at my lap. He is such a sweetheart. I lean over, laying my hand on his chest.

  Heaven, this is literally pure heaven. His smell, his warmth, and just everything is perfect. It just feels right.

  I close my eyes and snuggle deeper into his chest, my fingers digging into his shirt. “You’re comfy.”

  His chest moves as he laughs, and I tilt my head back to look at him. He doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to mine. I sigh and scoot farther up the couch to get closer to him. His kiss is soft, gentle, sweet.

  His hand moves down to my ass, lifting me up until I am in his lap. I maneuver myself until I am straddling him. My hands go to his jaw, and I kiss him harder.

  Would it be wrong of me to give in and let him have me? I never have sex on the second date, but I want him.

  His mouth drifts from my lips to the side of my throat. I tilt my head to the side and grip his shoulders slightly. His hand moves from my ass and under my shirt, and I shiver at the feel of his hand drifting along my skin.

  “Want to take this to the bedroom?” I ask before I can think on it another second. To hell with what I would normally do.

  Lane stops his movements and pulls back to look me directly in the face. “You sure you want this?” he asks and I immediately nod.

  “I want you,” I whisper and his expression softens.

  “Then you have me.”

  My stomach flips at his words, and he stands up with me in his arms. His hands are on my ass cheeks as I am carried to my bedroom. With every footstep it feels like my heart is pounding harder and harder.

  The bedroom door creaks open. He walks across the room, and I am gently set on the bed. He moves over to the side of the bed and turns on the dim nightstand light.

  Dear goodness gracious, I feel like I am going to throw up! I haven’t been with anyone in years. Practically a born-again virgin.

  “You know you don’t have to?” he says.

  I shake my head. “I want to. It’s just been a long time, like over five years.”

  His expression darkens, and I swallow. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

  “Hot damn!” I yell and I clutch my chest at the sight of his body. Holy fuck, his abs, arms, chest? Everything is perfect.

  He laughs and grabs my feet, pulling me flat on the bed. I squeal with laughter and sit back up, and I pull my shirt over my head. I wiggle out of my sweats, throwing them on the floor.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Doll.” He climbs on the bed with me, and I scoot farther up the bed.

  He cocks his head to the side. “I love a chase.”

  Oh boy.

  He moves closer and I scoot back again, laughing. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs my legs, not letting me move again.

  He bends forward and I lie back until my head hits the pillow. He stops when we are only an inch apart from each other. “Trapped,” he whispers and his lips touch mine.

  Oh boy, I repeat in my mind, and I run my hand up his bare back, his muscles bulging. His lips are so soft and amazing. His body is radiating heat, and that makes my body ten times hotter, and it has already been set on fire.

  I need to feel him closer. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he takes the cue to grind his dick into me. Fuck me sideways, he is huge! Like way bigger than I have ever seen before.

  His lips move down my neck and my head falls to the side, my eyes closed, enjoying myself. His hand moves behind my back, unsnapping my bra. He pulls the bra down my arms and throws it on the floor. I watch his face as he takes me in.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispers and my face flushes.

  He moves on down my body and kisses between my breasts. My body jolts at the sudden touch, butterflies swarm my belly, and I resist the urge to grab my stomach.

  He lifts his head, and I close my eyes as his mouth moves over my nipple. I hiss the moment his mouth closes over the nipple. He sucks hard and I rake my nails down his back. It’s like electricity is going down to my pussy.

  He chuckles at my reaction; his tongue shoots out, teasing the tip. I laugh and pull his hair slightly.

  He moves down my body, his tongue shooting out as he drags it down my stomach. He stops when he is right above my pussy.

  “What are you…” I stop before I can finish what I was saying. He licks my pussy through my panties. “Oh fuck,” I hiss, rising to look at him. He winks and wraps his hand around the waistband of my panties. Then he rips my panties off my body.

  He brings his arms over my legs, locking them in place, with me completely open and bare. He lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth instantly.

  “Oh my god!” I cry out and my body jerks at the sudden shock. I bring my hand down, resting on the back of his head, moving with his motions as he works my body.

  He kisses, sucks, and licks over and over. His two fingers join the mix and enter my pussy, throwing me over the edge as he curls those two fingers, hitting that spot.

  “Lane.” I groan and my legs shake and my body convulses as my orgasm rocks my body.

  He gets off the bed and strips down to nothing. His dick is huge, and what I mean by “huge” is at least nine inches and thick. This is going to hurt like a bitch.

  He rolls on the condom, and I shudder again as he strokes himself. He crawls back on the bed and between my legs. His eyes search my face, looking for any uncertainty.

  “You sure, Doll?”

  I nod and bring my legs up around his waist. I press my hands to his face gently, my thumb stroking the scar on his cheekbone.

  “I have never been so sure of anything,” I whisper and his face changes with realization as he gets my double meaning. He grins and bends down, pressing his lips to mine.

  He breaks his lips from mine and looks me dead in the eye, and I feel his tip pressing at my entrance.

  I relax my body, and I feel his hand at my clit. He rubs the sensitive nub and I groan. He presses deeper and deeper into my body. “You are mine,” he whispers and enters me all the way.

  Fuck me, it’s a tight fit. His arms are shaking as he restrains himself from moving. “I’m good.” I rub his face and kiss him.

  He slides out and slowly glides back in.

  God, that feels amazing. He reaches a part of me that nobody has ever reached before. I tighten my inner muscles and he groans loudly, tucking his face into the side of my neck.

  “Do that again and I won’t be able to control myself,” he groans and I laugh.

  “Who said I want you to control yourself.”

  “You asked for it, Doll,” he says against my neck before he rises. He sits back on his knees and his hands grab mine, raising them above my head, pressing them into the bed. He leans forward.

  He grins and slides back out then back in, hard, his hips slamming against mine.

  He does this over and over.

  Faster and faster.

  “Fuck!” I cry out and hold on for dear life as he hammers into me.

  My legs are shaking beyond control. I let them fall to the bed, and my pussy clamps down hard on him.<
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  Which drives him fucking wild and makes him go faster.

  My toes curl into the bed, and my body stiffens as I get closer and closer to the edge. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

  One of his hands leaves mine and snakes between our bodies, his thumb circles my clit, and I am thrown over the edge. I hide my face in the side of his neck as my body is wracked over and over.

  A few seconds later he comes along with me.

  We are both silent as we try to catch our breaths. He slowly slides out of me, takes off the condom, and throws it in the trash can beside the bed.

  He slides off the bed and my heart sinks. Is he leaving? But my question is soon answered as he goes into the bathroom. I hear the water running, and he pops back out a second later with a washcloth in his hand. What is he doing?

  He stands beside me on the bed and pulls my legs apart. He brings the washcloth between my legs, cleaning me.

  What the fuck? I close my eyes and try to hold back my tears.

  He steps away, and I hear the rag hitting the laundry basket in the bathroom. Why is he so nice to me? He treats me like I am something precious. I have always wanted that, but did I ever think it would really happen?

  No, I didn’t.

  I feel the bed shift and I turn in his direction. I open my eyes and he stiffens as he sees my tears.

  “Baby,” he whispers and a horrified expression comes over his face. “Did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head frantically. “No, it’s not that. I loved every second of earlier.”

  He brings his hand up and wipes away my tears, which makes more fall. “Then what’s the matter?”

  I sniff slightly and wipe away the rest of my tears with the back of my hand. “Why are you so good to me?” I finally ask.

  I am rolled over onto my back with him above me. “Doll, why wouldn’t I treat you good? You’re my woman and deserve to be treated like a fucking queen. You are my queen. You are with the fucking president of the Grim Sinners MC. You are to be treated with the most respect imaginable.”