Ravens Ruin MC: The Complete Series

by Marie James

  “I wasn’t—”

  “Candi!” My eyes roll in the direction of whoever just called my name.

  “I wasn’t,” I rush to tell Velvet. “I swear. It just took me by surprise.”

  She gives me a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Instantly, I feel like an asshole. These girls have been so nice to me, and I may have just ruined the friendships I’ve been building.

  Briar walks up to our group. “Prez wants to see you. He’s in his room.”

  I wait for whichever girl he was instructing to peel away from the group, but they all stand statue-still, watching me.

  “You better not keep him waiting,” Vixen urges as she touches my arm.

  I’m snapped out of my trance and self-recrimination.

  “Me?” My attempt to press my finger to the middle of my chest just leaves me stabbing my tit a little too hard.

  “You,” several of the girls answer.

  “If you’re lucky, he’ll cuff you,” Minx whispers as I turn my head to the VP of the club. “The orgasms are always the strongest that way.”

  “I like strong orgasms,” I agree, nodding my head a little too hard. My head swims, and my balance begins to fail. Someone catches me, steadying me before I topple over. Tears sting the backs of my eyes because I just insulted one of these girls, and they're still nice to me.

  “She’s drunk,” Molly says as she steps in between Briar and me.

  “She’s been called,” Briar counters before meeting my eyes. “Don’t keep him waiting.”

  “Have fun!” one girl calls after me.

  “You’re killing it in that skirt,” another one praises as I walk unsteadily to the entry of the hallway.

  The door is standing open when I reach the door that has a crown on it. The numbered rooms at the other end of the hallway are for people who don’t live here. I was in room four when I met Lynch for the first time. Someone pointed out that the crown room is his, clarifying that no one is allowed in here unless they have direct permission from the President himself.

  I snort as I cross the threshold and point at the painted crown. “A little pretentious isn’t it?”

  Lynch is sitting on the end of the bed, hair damp from a shower and a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “My father—” He cuts himself off. Clearly, I’m not deserving of an explanation.

  Stopping myself before I throw myself at his feet, I remember that I’m pissed.

  “I don’t like being called to come sit on your lap like a fucking dog.”

  “You’re the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen,” he replies.

  In the normal world, I’d claw his eyes out for saying something like that. At the Ravens’ clubhouse, I’m pretty sure his words are an incredible compliment, but I can’t let him know how happy it makes me.

  “You’re an asshole.”

  “Your opinion of me won’t keep you from coming on my cock.” The scrutiny of his gaze forces chill bumps to sweep over my arms and down my exposed legs. “Are you high?”

  “A little drunk,” I confess.

  “Are you wet right now?”

  Lying, I shake my head. Truth be told, I started to slicken the second Briar told me Lynch was waiting for me.

  “Are you too drunk to fuck?”

  I shake my head before adding, “But I don’t know if you’re the one I’ll be fucking tonight.”

  He growls, and I don’t know if it’s my slightly intoxicated state or if he has superpowers, because he crosses the room with super-human speed.

  Chapter 15

  Lynch

  “You won’t be fucking anyone but me,” I hiss in her ear.

  “For tonight,” she deadpans.

  “You have plans or someone else picked out?”

  “Ronan did compliment the taste of my mouth.”

  I release her the second she squeals in pain, not realizing my grip on her tightened.

  “I’ll fucking kill him.” She catches my arm before I can make it out of the room.

  “He didn’t kiss me.” Her shy smile is a total contradiction to how I last saw her in the chapel after coming on her fingers. Fuck if I don’t want both the filthy girl and the virgin-like tease. “We’ve been drinking Blue Motherfuckers, and he just said he bet my mouth tasted good.”

  So that explains TJ’s comment in the chapel about my balls.

  “Heaven,” she adds.

  “What?”

  “He didn’t say good. He said it would taste like heaven.”

  She tugs on my arm again when I begin to turn to leave the room. I’ll take both his and Briar’s asses down to the basement. My VP should’ve never recommended that fucker for a prospect and people who make mistakes fucking die around here.

  “Why don’t you decide?”

  My body freezes when her lips press to mine, and it takes several long moments before I’m cognizant enough to pull my mouth from hers.

  “I don’t kiss the whores.” Her eyes flash with hurt at my words. “Always remember that.”

  My lips crash against hers, our tongues tangling the second she gasps in surprise. I was going to pull away, treat her like every other woman here, but the pain in her eyes was too much. Frustrated that I let her play me, I nip her lip, earning a little yelp.

  “I don’t think we should fuck.”

  She says the words the second I pull my lips back to readjust before diving back again.

  “Sorry, babe, but it’s gonna happen.” My tongue trails down the column of her neck, on a mission to gain access to her gorgeous tits.

  “I want to be sober. I want to remember our one time together.”

  “One time?” I pull my head back from her skin and look at her.

  “Molly says you don’t do repeats.” She pants when I grip her hips harder. “That once you fuck a girl, you don’t touch them again.”

  I won’t argue with her misconception, because it’s mostly true. There are, however, leaks in the theory. I’ve let Vixen suck me off several times, and I haven’t completely given up on Legs. Her mouth was fucking epic the other night. Another problem with her theory is that I don’t always fuck the girls. Some suck me off, and that’s it. I’ve never been inside Minx or Piper. I shudder at the thought of messing around with Piper. She’s been more of a surrogate mom since I was thirteen. Of course, that hasn’t stopped TJ from plowing that field regularly. She enjoys fucking him, and I think he takes out some of his aggression and anger from his mom being gone out on her.

  “Where are you?” Cool hands cup my cheeks.

  “Not inside your pussy like I want to be,” I grunt, knowing she just caught me getting lost in my head. “I’m not going to force you to fuck me, Candi.”

  She frowns. “I never said you were forcing me.”

  I grip her waist tighter when she tries to step away.

  “I just want to rem—”

  I press my lips against her before she can repeat her words. Lifting her, I groan when her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed.

  “Let’s make a deal,” I concede, her dubious look almost pulling a chuckle from deep inside my chest. “If you don’t remember it tomorrow, I’ll fuck you again.”

  She smiles brightly, a teasing twitch playing at the corner of her mouth. “What’s your name again?”

  “You need to remember everything I tell you,” I order as I set her on the bed and position her arms over her head.

  “Haven’t we already discussed my memory issue tonight?”

  Her eyes dart to the cuff on her right hand when I snap the cold metal on it.

  “You need to stop teasing my brothers.”

  “I didn’t tease Ronan,” she argues.

  “The details won’t make a difference when he’s dead,” I mutter.

  “Huh?” She looks over at her other wrist when I secure it to the headboard.

  “Nothing, babe. Are you ready to come?”

  “I heard the orgasms you give when a girl is
cuffed are amazing.” Pink tints her cheeks, and I hate the sight of her shirt, knowing that it’s covering the incredible blush that is sure to be traveling over her tits right about now.

  “You need to stop talking to the other girls,” I huff as I lift her shirt over her chest and open the front snap on her bra.

  She whimpers when my mouth travels from one hardened nipple to the other.

  “If you fuck me, you have to let me leave the clubhouse.”

  My head jerks back immediately. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

  Just the thought of her leaving makes my heart race. Fear that she’d somehow snuck away while I was gone was what made me leave Detroit earlier today and race to get back here.

  “Look,” she says angling her head up in the direction of her restrained hands. All but her middle finger curl down.

  “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, babe. No doubt about that.”

  “Lynch,” she hisses before I can lower my mouth back to her nipples. “Look.”

  Annoyed, I raise my eyes back to her hand.

  “My nails are awful. This one is broken.” She flips me the bird a second time, and I notice a chip in it.

  “I’m not worried about your nails, doll.”

  “You will be when I draw blood on your back.”

  Just the idea of her digging her nails into my skin because I’m fucking her so good makes my cock throb harder.

  “Good thing you’re cuffed, huh?”

  She doesn’t mention her damn nails again when I lower my mouth and suck her nipple as hard as I please.

  “Nice.”

  Scrambling, I cover Candi’s body with my own and look over my shoulder at the still-open doorway.

  “Get the fuck out,” I hiss at the couple standing just outside of my room. “And close the goddamned door.”

  “You never minded people watching before,” Chains complains. His eyes aren’t on mine but roving over the exposed parts of Candi’s body.

  “And he’s never fucked a girl in his room either,” Piper says as she reaches for the doorknob. “Things are changing around here.”

  “What are you waiting for,” Candi says with a roll of her hips.

  When I look back down at her, there’s a brightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

  “You should be scared of me,” I warn when she watches my eyes with expectancy.

  “I’m terrified of you,” she pants when I pull back and shift my weight enough to get her blue jean skirt up over her hips.

  “Yet, you’re dripping.”

  My fingers tease and toy with her seam, and if I hadn’t spent more than half the day on the road, I’d situate myself between her trim thighs and feast on her. My balls are aching too much for foreplay. I haven’t sunk inside of a hot cunt since Legs climbed on my dick over two weeks ago.

  Feeling deprived and a little angry that she’s to blame, I roll far enough away from Candi to grab a condom out of my discarded jeans. Anticipation trembles in my hands as I strip off the towel, open the foil wrapper, and sheathe my dick.

  “You better get one really good orgasm,” I warn as I line my cock up to her slick entrance. “I’m not going to last all night.”

  “So disappointing,” she whispers. I ram inside of her in one forceful thrust. When she moans from deep inside her chest, I realize it wasn’t as punishing as I had planned on.

  “Is this what disappointment feels like?” I rock back and forth, thrusting in fast and retreating in a slow and torturous speed.

  She nods, but a wicked smile plays on her lips.

  Her deviousness makes me want to spray her with my cum long before she has the chance to meet her climax, but I’m a selfish bastard, anticipating just how miraculous her tight cunt is going to squeeze my dick when she orgasms.

  “Deeper,” she begs when I tease her with my tip. Her eyes widen when I slam forward. “Too deep.”

  “Really?” I ram into her again.

  “No. Oh, god it’s perfect. Don’t stop.”

  Words quickly become impossible, and I fucking revel in the quietness that fills the room. Only the harsh pants of our breaths and the amazing sounds of our flesh slapping can be heard. She doesn’t pretend, doesn’t arch her back like a porn star and feed me filthy, rehearsed lines like some girls have done in the past.

  Every sound she makes, every movement of her luscious body is solely in response to what I’m doing to her.

  “Amazing,” I praise, stilling my hips as she breaks apart under me.

  “Don’t fucking stop!” she yells, wrapping her slender legs around me to hook at the small of my back.

  “Jesus.” I begin to move again, my body moving at an erratic tempo. There’s no rhyme or reason any longer, no measured strokes or skill. She’s left me mindless and out of fucking control. I hate being out of control, even in here, even when it’s only the two of us and nothing else in the world matters.

  I roar when I come, so loudly Candi stills under me. It doesn’t stop the pulsing clench of her hot pussy on my dick though. She’s unable to control her body either. That gives me a little peace.

  With my heart still thundering in my chest and my pulse so loud I can’t hear her breaths, I reach up and undo the cuffs from her wrists, wincing when she tucks them against her tits and rubs them tenderly.

  “Thanks, doll.” I kiss her temple and leave the bed.

  The shower is calling my name. Tension fills my shoulders from the long ride back today as I walk to the shower.

  Chapter 16

  Candi

  “Stop,” I groan as I try to shake off whoever is trying to nudge me awake. “Sleeping here.”

  “Candi.”

  My eyes snap up to Lynch’s incredible green irises. A warm, forgiving smile spreads my face. I was livid when he left me in the bed alone right after we had sex. Incredible, mind-bending, filthy, cuffed to the bed until I came hard on his cock kind of sex. Best sex ever. At least to me, it was.

  When he climbed off and pulled out of me, he didn’t give me one considerate glance over his shoulder or an offer to shower with him before he disappeared into the bathroom. Then, to add insult to injury, he locked the damn bathroom door. It seemed like the echo of the lock sliding into place took hours to die down around me.

  I fumed, plotted his death, and ran scenarios over and over in my head. I strategized how things were going to play out when he came back into the room. My first instinct was to run and pretend like it never happened but…

  He had kissed me. He’d pressed his lips to mine and licked into my mouth like his survival on earth depended on it, only a second after saying he didn’t kiss whores. I knew then that he classified me as a woman who wasn’t going to sleep with others, as the girl who was only going to be with him. To him, I was different.

  Piper said he doesn’t sleep with the girls in his bed, yet I was cuffed to it as he covered my body with his so Chains couldn’t see me. He didn’t urge them inside and ask Piper and Chains to join. He didn’t include them in his plans like he did with me when he was entertaining Legs my first night here. In my mind, when he thrust inside of me, I was different.

  But somehow, all of that anger, all of the soul-crushing hurt I’d felt as I drifted to sleep waiting for him to finish vanishes the second I open my eyes to see him looking lovingly down at me.

  Only there isn’t a trace of love in his eyes, or a hint of promise in the pressed, thin line of his lips.

  My smile turns into a frown, matching the mood surrounding us right now.

  “You need to go,” he grunts pulling his eyes away from me.

  I’m not even worthy of being looked at now that he’s gotten exactly what he wanted. It was all a game. The passion, the rough fucking that contradicted the soft brush of his attentive fingers over my flesh, and the jealousy he trembled with when I mentioned others at the clubhouse were all a ploy to entice. They were strategically placed tactics used to make me beg for what he was offering, and like the naive girl that I am,
I fell for every single one. I rushed into his false sense of security and handed over everything.

  “I’m tired.” I roll over, giving him my back. We’ve played by his damn rules, and stubbornly I refuse to capitulate to this. He can fuck me stupid and regret it immediately, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to be tossed out like trash.

  “Back to the house.” He pushes against my back. “Go.”

  As strong as I want to be right now, as angry as I am, I climb out of bed. It has less to do with the irritation in his voice and everything to do with the sting of tears behind my own eyes. If I stay, I’ll cry, and that would make me pitiful, because no matter how much I can argue that they are angry tears, the truth is that he’s hurt my feelings. I’m a resilient person. I always have been, but his rejection is all too familiar, and it picks at the scabs of old wounds.

  I can’t bear to look directly at him, but my periphery registers the towel around his waist. I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes from the looks of him.

  I’m almost to the door, resignation washing over me faster than I thought it would, when I turn back in his direction.

  His eyes snap up to mine, but I don’t let hope fill me at the realization that he was watching my ass as I walked away.

  “You’re an ass—”

  A knock on his door interrupts my parting insult. Of course, it does.

  “Come in.”

  “Hey, baby.” My resolve hardens when Xena brushes past me into the room. “You ready for me?”

  “I’ve been ready for you since I got off the road,” Lynch replies.

  “Can’t do much with a towel on. Strip and get on the bed.”

  Obeying her command, Lynch reaches for his towel. “Leave.”

  His words jolt me out of my trance and the shock of witnessing him complying with someone else’s demands.

  I leave, but not before I see him drop the towel at his feet as Xena reaches into his bedside drawer. I know what’s kept in bedside drawers, so that means Xena is here for one thing only.

  Instantly sober, I shift my top, turning to face the corner as I fasten the front clasp of my bra and make sure the tiny skirt I’m wearing is covering my ass before I walk back out to the main area of the clubhouse. Not wearing panties tonight had been part of my plan when I’d heard that he and TJ were returning, but being bare after being used leaves me feeling disgusted and ashamed.