Ravens Ruin MC: The Complete Series

by Marie James

  “Get in the shower,” he commands.

  And this devilish guy has a place as well. I yearn for both personalities.

  I pop off the counter with more enthusiasm than I should have with blood from an unknown source on my skin.

  “Jesus!” I scream when water jets out from everywhere hitting me with icy-cold spray.

  “You can turn off the wall jets,” he says rounding over my back and reaching past me to hit a few buttons on a digital panel. The six wall jets halt, and I’m almost impressed enough to ask him to turn them back on.

  The jut of his erection digs into my back, and stubbornly, I refuse to move. The heat of it comforts me. It lets me know he wants me in some way at least. Although possibly only sexually, I do serve some sort of purpose for him, and like a greedy cat with her very first bowl of cream, I want to lap it all up before he takes it away again.

  “Did you miss me?” His arms are around me, his hands rinsing the front of my body.

  I shake my head, rolling my damp hair against his chest. My response is outwardly playful, but confessing how I’ve felt the last couple of days only opens me up for further pain. I don’t need to have my feelings exploited, and Lynch seems like just the type of man to use any means necessary to maintain control of me and whatever this situation is that we’ve found ourselves in.

  “Really?” His tone is playful, just how I want it to be as his hands skate lower on my body.

  “Ronan—” He pinches my clit punishingly, making me squeal as I try to squirm away.

  “I’ve had enough of that bullshit,” he warns in my ear.

  He releases my clit, and when the blood rushes back to it, I nearly sag in his arms. It’s painful and pleasurable, and I’m screwed because my body is demanding both.

  “I’m sorry.” Facing away from him somehow makes it easier to make my confessions, the ones he seems capable of drawing out of me no matter how much I need to keep them hidden. “I’m also sorry for what you walked in on the other day.”

  “With Xena?” he clarifies, and I nod my head. “That was so fucking hot.”

  “Really?” I try to turn to face him, but he holds me securely against his chest. His fingers are teasing now, igniting my arousal insanely fast.

  “Watching her gnaw on that pink, little button of yours—” He groans in my ear, the sound shooting goosebumps all over my body despite the warmth of the water cascading down around us. “I could come right now just thinking about it.”

  I’ve given that day a lot of thought. The shame and arousal at the memories have been confusing, to say the least. I’m still struggling with accepting that things are different in the compound than they are in the civilian world. No matter how much I tried to ignore the questions, they always popped right back up. The only way to put them to bed is to get the answers I need.

  “Would you feel the same way if it were another guy?” His fingers pinch me again, only this time I’m prepared for it. My pussy clenches with need when he pulls his hand away too soon.

  “You’re playing with fire,” he whispers in my ear. “Are you purposely trying to piss me off?”

  “I’ve always wanted to try a threesome,” I confess to the shower wall.

  “You had one,” he grunts as he brushes over my clit again.

  “That was not what I pictured.”

  He’s silent now, and I’d give just about anything to have access to his thoughts.

  “You want two guys to fuck you?” He swivels his hips letting me know his erection hasn’t flagged the slightest with my confession.

  “I have a list,” I spit.

  Why the fuck did you just say that?

  I roll myself against him, praying that he’ll ignore my last statement and just bend me over and fuck me.

  “A list?” There’s humor in his voice, but his fingers working their magic down below are all business.

  Fuck he’s good because I’m going to tell him every nasty thing I’ve dreamed of. I’ll confess anything so long as he keeps touching me.

  “A list,” I confirm.

  “What kind of list?”

  “Of all of the things I want to experience,” I pant as his middle finger slips inside of me.

  I’m wound so fucking tight, I know it’s only a matter of moments before I’m splintering.

  “Like college and marriage and stuff?” His mouth is right against my ear as he works his sexual magic on my body.

  “Like threesomes and bondage,” I correct.

  His chuckle is the only thing that makes me review what I just said. See how dangerous he is? With his hands on me, it’s as if he’s my confessor.

  “Good to know.” He doubles his efforts, and I’m imploding seconds later.

  He doesn’t give me long to recover before he’s putting pressure on my shoulders and urging me to my knees.

  “I want to fuck your mouth,” he insists.

  God, I want that, too.

  When I turn to face him, he’s grinning down at me?

  “Really?” He hasn’t given me a second to enjoy the aftereffects of my own release, selfish bastard.

  “It’s on my list.”

  “Well,” I say with a wide grin as I lean closer. “I’d love to help you tick off all of the things on your list.”

  He grunts his appreciation when my mouth wraps around his cock.

  As I suck him off, giving him my best effort, I hope that he just forgets about the entire conversation altogether, because talking about the things I’ve desired for so long while face to face with him seems like an impossibility.

  “Perfect,” he praises as he thrusts his hips forward one last time before coming down my throat.

  The next couple of minutes are spent with economical movements. We wash, rinse, and dry ourselves without another word, without another touch. I know how the night, or should I say morning, ends. He’s always attentive, focused solely on me until he comes. It’s like all of his care and comfort seeps out of the end of his cock, and he has nothing left to give. Then I’m back to something he can toss away and ignore until his nuts fill back up and he needs attention.

  I don’t bother with the t-shirt he forced me to take off earlier, opting to leave it lying on the bathroom floor. Instead, I beeline it to his closed bedroom door. Molly’s room is only a few doors down, so making a naked sprint to her room seems like the best plan.

  “Where are you going?” I turn to see him standing in the bathroom doorway running a towel over his damp hair.

  He exudes power, his bicep flexing with masculine definition.

  “Back to Molly’s room to get some sleep,” I answer.

  “Nope.” He points to his bed.

  “I can’t stay in here.”

  “And I can’t fuck you when I wake up if you’re not beside me.” His towel falls to the floor as he stalks toward me.

  His cock thickens with every step, and I’m pretty sure the fucking is going to happen long before we fall asleep.

  Chapter 23

  Lynch

  Dim sunlight filters into my room when I finally manage to open my tired eyes. I almost convince myself that I didn’t just waste the entire day sleeping.

  Candi shifts in my arms. I’m not startled she’s still in here. Her presence when I woke up was considered before I ever closed my eyes. I don’t want her here, but I couldn’t bear to let her go earlier. I clear my throat, hoping it will startle her awake so she’ll leave, but all it serves to do is rouse her enough that her hand slides down the ridges of my stomach to settle just out of reach of my thickening cock.

  It doesn’t bother me that she’s on my chest. It doesn’t torture me that the tips of her fingers are mere inches from my dick. What spooks me is realizing my fingers are stroking through her hair. I’m loving on her, petting her like a kitten without even thinking about it.

  And what’s worse?

  I enjoy it.

  I love the dark strands sifting through my fingers, and the way the soft light catches
a hint of red on occasion.

  And those thoughts make me a pussy, and if there’s anything in the world I’m not… it’s a pussy.

  I jolt out of bed, rustling Candi enough that she should wake up. She doesn’t. She must not have gone to bed much earlier than when I went into Molly’s to collect her last night.

  She grumbles, much the same way she did when she was in my room back at the clubhouse last week and snuggles deeper into the pillow.

  God, she’s fucking cute wrapped in my sheets. The sight of one exposed nipple beckons to me, calling me over.

  I ignore it.

  That’s a lie.

  There’s no way to ignore the delicate curve of her breast and the way her dark, brown hair practically floats on the bed.

  I fight the urge.

  Fight it the entire time I’m pulling my boxers and my jeans on. I don’t even bother with the button and zipper. Or socks for that matter. I shove my feet into my boots and haul ass down the stairs. Distance is the only thing that will ensure I don’t go right back to her. I have too much to do, and wasting hours lying beside her while she sleeps isn’t an option.

  My plans to sit at the breakfast bar and drink a cup of coffee are deterred by Molly standing at the stove, so I grab a beer from the fridge and head out onto the front porch.

  “Son of a bitch,” I grumble at seeing Briar and TJ sitting in two of the four chairs on the front porch.

  “Hey to you, too,” TJ snaps playfully.

  “Any fallout from last night’s job?” I ask as I settle into my own rocker.

  “Nope,” TJ responds.

  I already knew the answer. If there was an issue, I would’ve been woken up. I don’t lead this club with my head in the sand like my father did. They know to come to me with all issues. I’m the one who decides the level of importance.

  “Pete’s on the gate now, but Sam assured us all was quiet today,” Briar elaborates.

  “Won’t be quiet tonight,” TJ says, smiling around the lip of his beer bottle. “Everyone is rested up and ready to party.”

  We sit in silence for a few long moments before TJ slaps his knees and walks away without another word.

  “That boy gets stranger by the damn day,” Briar mutters, watching his back as he disappears into the back door of the clubhouse.

  I grunt in response. I don’t have the energy to pay that close attention to my little brother.

  “Find what you were looking for when you got home?” I don’t look at him, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

  Rolling my head on the back of the rocker, I look over at my oldest friend. “I need some new pussy.”

  What seems like disappointment fills his eyes before he looks away. His beer tilts to his mouth for a long pull before he responds. “I’ll take care of you, Brother.”

  I know he will. I don’t make this request very often. Each time I do, he always provides what I need, but tonight the response is different. A month ago, I would’ve confronted him. I would’ve called him out on being so much in my business that he has an actual opinion about how I spend my free time. His discontent with my request has nothing to do with fucking. It has to do with the fact that I’m requesting someone other than Candi.

  “I’m going for a ride,” I hiss, standing so fast the empty beer bottle at my feet topples over and begins to roll off the porch.

  I don’t even bother to look back.

  “I’ll grab my leathers,” Briar says.

  “I’m going alone.”

  “That’s not—”

  I turn on him, daring him to question me again. The frustration, the anger I feel right now with my best friend, is the reason Candi needs to be gone. Her ability to dictate my decisions and influence my emotions is a power no one should have over me.

  I know all of this. Yet, I can’t imagine making her leave.

  Relief fills my chest when I get upstairs and find my bed empty. I’d sworn to myself with each step I took closer to this room, that if she were still in here, I’d tell her to not only get the fuck out of my bed, but out of my home, and out of my compound. I would’ve been strong enough to make her leave, but I know without a doubt, I’ll never be strong enough to not go after her and drag her beautiful ass right back here. Her being elsewhere in the house has really saved me a lot of time.

  Quickly, I tug on a shirt, zip my jeans, and get socks on my feet.

  “Hey,” a sweet voice says as I hit the bottom of the stairs.

  I nod at Candi as I walk through the kitchen toward the back door.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck me when you woke up.”

  My cock jolts, but my fists clench at the same time.

  A riot of emotions hit me one after the other as I stare at her across the room. Where the brazen, seductive act came from I don’t know. For the most part, she’s shy. Her devious side only makes an appearance after I’ve said something filthy to her first.

  I hate that she’s gorgeous, standing there in tiny fucking shorts and a tank top that barely restrains tits I know for a fact are the perfect size, both tipped with the sweetest damn nipples I’ve ever had the pleasure to wrap my lips around.

  Goddamn her tits are perfect. Note to self: Add fucking them to my list of filthy shit I want to do to her.

  The words are right on the tip of my damn tongue. I’m seconds away from telling her to change so she can hop on the back of my bike, but a rattle from the porch breaks her hold on me.

  “I have better things to do,” I say and walk out the door.

  My disposition doesn’t improve when I see Briar and Molly standing close together. His hands are gripping her upper arms.

  “Something we need to discuss, Brother?” Red-hot rage burns behind my eyes as I glare at them.

  Briar releases his hold on Molly, but they don’t step away from each other.

  “She thinks they’re going to a party in Worcester,” Briar explains.

  All of my attention is now on my sister. She has two damn older, blood brothers, and I still require help from other guys in the group to help manage her.

  Molly’s eyes narrow, focused on Briar rather than me. She’s pissed that he’s snitching on her, and I get it. The girl thinks she’s grown and safe outside of these walls, but I know differently.

  “You’re not leaving the compound,” I tell her before walking away.

  “You’re a dick,” she spits, but I ignore her.

  Even the slam of my front door doesn’t affect me. I have one goal in mind, and that’s all I can focus on. A ride alone without the worry of what’s going on at my clubhouse is the only reprieve I’ll get for a few hours. Some days I just want to get on my bike and ride away. I want to leave everything behind me and start anew somewhere else, but I can’t do that. People depend on me. My club depends on me.

  I don’t say a word to anyone when I pass through the clubhouse. People must be able to read the look on my face when I enter and walk straight through to the front because no one tries to speak to me or ask me to join in on their fun. TJ was right earlier. All of the guys are drinking, laughing, and hanging on to the women spread out among them. Life is good. They have no fucking worries, not a care in the world for the evening. If only my life was as simple. I’d thought things were hard trying to get work done around here without drawing my father’s attention, but things have been even more hectic since he was put to ground.

  Pete doesn’t give me shit when he sees my lone bike inch near the gate. He merely presses the button, giving me a slight wave when I gun the engine and ride off into the darkness.

  Chapter 24

  Candi

  “Your brother is an asshole,” I swear as I plop down in the vacant rocking chair between Molly and Briar.

  Molly snorts, and Briar just stares off into the distance, holding a beer on his lap as his fingers pick absently at the label. I feel like I’m interrupting something. Both of them seem sullen. Well, Molly is pissed, and Briar seems dejected.

  “You t
ell me that at least once a day,” Molly reminds me.

  “And I’ll keep telling you until he changes.”

  “He’ll never change,” Briars says.

  “Things can change,” Molly insists. “Love makes everything different.”

  “Love?” Briar huffs. “Love can’t mean shit when it breaks the rules.”

  With that crushing piece of information, Briar stands up and walks off the porch. Molly doesn’t speak until he disappears into the darkness around the side of the clubhouse. I’ve learned that the garage is in that direction. Briar spends a lot of his time in there when a party is going on inside the clubhouse. If we’re inside the clubhouse, he’s always near, but it seems like he avoids the place when we’re at Molly’s house. He’s there for her. I know it, and everyone else knows it too. Well, maybe not Lynch, but anyone else with a pair of functioning eyes can see the draw they have to each other.

  “He’s an asshole, too,” my friend says.

  “So him loving you is against the rules?”

  Her face pinches, but she doesn’t answer me. She won’t. I’ve learned very quickly that there are a lot of things that aren’t spoken of around here. Only certain people are informed of everything, and I’m not informed of a damn thing.

  “We can go hang out with the girls,” Molly says brightly. She’s faking a good mood, but her denial is also none of my business. I have enough of my own shit to wade through.

  “That’s a great idea,” I return in a matching jolly mood.

  Fake it until you make it, right?

  “Wow,” I say with a grin as Vixen slams another shot back. “That’s like ten shots. I can’t believe you’re still standing.”

  “Want one?” Vixen asks sliding a shot in my direction.

  I shake my head. I’m not saying I don’t feel safe around the people here, but after what happened in Andover, I’m not willing to take any chances. I got drunk here once before, but it was mostly just the girls here. Tonight, everyone but Lynch is hanging around, laughing, and having a good time. Things just feel different. Molly is slamming them back like she’s on a mission, while Briar stares her down from across the room. Something is building there, and before long it’s going to boil over. I just hope that I’m not in the way when that volcano erupts.