Ravens Ruin MC: The Complete Series

by Marie James

  “Lean back,” he urges as he positions himself behind me, sandwiching my body between his long, muscular legs.

  “I thought you didn’t take bubble baths.”

  “You aren’t them.” His lips trace my pulse as it pounds in my neck.

  “Them who?” I ask, regressing back to high school apparently. It’s as if I need him to spell everything out for me. I don’t want to make a mistake in assuming I know his feelings and intentions.

  “The other women who have been in here,” he answers. “The women who have been in my bed.”

  I don’t know how to respond to that or what his expectations are. I have no right to wish he’d been untouched before now. He’d explained his childhood and the way he was raised in this clubhouse, but that doesn’t stop me from being curious. He told me himself he’s fucked hundreds of women, and I didn’t have a problem with it when the words fell from his mouth, but after what happened in the basement earlier, I can’t help but feel emotions I have no right to feel.

  “Have you been with anyone since we met?”

  “Yes,” he admits without pause as his fingers begin to circle my nipple.

  I cringe when tears burn the back of my eyes. Getting upset at his confession is a big red warning sign. I shouldn’t be so involved that I give a shit about what he does in his spare time. His grip tightens when I move to stand up. I can get fucked by him. I can admit my desire for his brutal punishments, but the sweet routine including sliding against his wet skin in the tub is too fucking much. Being with him like this makes it impossible to separate myself from it all.

  “I haven’t touched anyone since before I pushed you to your knees at your place and rammed my cock down your throat. Not one fucking person since I tasted your decadent cunt. So, settle the fuck down.”

  “I d-don’t care what you do,” I stammer, but the tremble in my voice betrays my real emotions.

  “Yes, you do.” He punctuates his words with the twist of my nipple, and my lip bleeds from biting it to prevent the moan from escaping. “Would you like to watch what I can do with another woman? What she’s willing to take from my blade to please me?”

  My nostrils flare as I bare my teeth. “Only if you’re cutting out her heart.”

  His silent chuckle shakes me, but his grip remains firm.

  “I snapped the guy’s neck before I pulled you off his bed at that last party. All he got before I showed up was a taste of your sweet cunt, but I couldn’t help myself. Knowing he put his mouth where only mine belongs—” His muscles tense at my back as he draws in a long, harsh breath. “Every time I pull you from one of those fucking frat houses, my body count goes up.”

  I should feel bad that the guy at the frat party died. He was a pawn, a means to an end, but I put him in that situation. I know I’m evil when all I do is smile at TJ’s dark confession.

  “I won’t tolerate another man touching you, tasting you, sinking inside of your wet pussy.” For emphasis, he cups me between my legs, allowing his long middle finger to trace my slick lips.

  “Wh-what about women?” I swivel my hips, goosebumps washing over my exposed skin when a long groan rattles in his chest. “Xena looked quite keen when she brought me something to eat earlier.”

  His finger plummets inside of me. “Did she touch you?”

  “No,” I pant. “She said she had to have your permission.”

  “Although I won’t share you, it makes me so fucking hard imagining one of the girls sucking on that perfect clit of yours.” His hips punch upward, letting me feel his hard cock at my back. “Giving them permission to bring you to the edge but not let you come.”

  “I don’t need your permission to let anyone fuck me.” I ride his hand, his finger buried deep, and wait for his retribution.

  “Is that so?” I nod until his fingers leave my pussy and tangle in my hair.

  A second later, I’m lifted and slammed down on his thick cock. A minute after that, I’m begging him for more and promising him the world as soapy water splashes all over the bathroom floor.

  Chapter 32

  TJ

  “This is new,” Kaci murmurs against my skin but doesn’t bother to lift her head from my chest or open her eyes.

  “What’s that?” I ask as my fingers flex against her lower back.

  “You’re normally gone when I wake up.”

  I can’t tell her I never fall asleep with a woman because it’s happened more than once at her place and telling her I never stay overnight would be a lie too because she just woke up in my arms. I know it’s my bed and everything, but I wouldn’t have pulled myself from her naked skin if the fucking apocalypse came banging on the door.

  As if I’ve conjured the Devil, a pounding fist hits my door three times.

  “Church!” Briar yells from the other side.

  Kaci startles from the unexpected banging, so I do what any man unwilling to admit his feelings would do, I hold her tighter and kiss the top of her head.

  “So much for the blow job you were going to give me this morning.”

  I feel, rather than see, her smile against my skin. “You sound so sure.”

  Without warning, I flip her on her back, covering her naked body with my own. She moans when my teeth sink into her nipple. “I’d fuck your mouth right now to prove my point, but I’ve got to get to church.”

  I don’t get up until my tongue and the press of my cock against her naked cunt makes her beg for me to slam inside of her. Her whimpers of distress are the sweetest fucking thing I’ve heard when I climb off her.

  “You don’t seem like the religious type,” she muses, watching me as I tug on a pair of jeans. “Unless it’s a devil worshipping thing.”

  Her eyes focus on my erect cock until it disappears behind the denim of my jeans.

  “We aren’t religious,” I assure her, leaning down to press my lips to hers. “It’s a biker thing.”

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tug on my boots as she draws shapes on my back with her fingernails.

  “I need to come,” she complains as I cross the room to the door.

  My cock jolts in my jeans at the undiluted urgency in her voice, but I do my best to ignore it as I pull on a t-shirt and my cut.

  “Be good while I’m gone.” I know she can hear the warning in my tone, but her hand is moving under the sheet before I even leave the room.

  “Took you fucking long enough,” Lynch spits when I walk into the chapel.

  “What’s the big deal? I’m always the last one to arrive.”

  Lynch narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t utter a word back. I don’t know why I’m getting a reprieve without threats or verbal warnings, but I have a feeling he’s trying to be sympathetic to my current situation with Kaci. I can’t decide right now how I feel about it.

  “We have a trip to Richmond in two days,” Lynch begins. “Same amount as last time. I’m staying back this time. Briar, you’ll team up with Mac.”

  The VP grumbles his distaste. That Irish fucker has struggled with keeping his eyes off my little sister, and Briar is fit to be fucking tied over the attention she draws from some of the men in the club.

  “And I expect him to live through the drop-off,” Lynch warns.

  “I promise nothing,” Briar mumbles.

  Briar won’t hurt the guy unless he does something to earn it, but Mac isn’t an idiot. He’ll probably shit in his leathers when he’s informed he’s going to be on the road, one-on-one, with Briar for several days. Mac hasn’t patched in yet, so he will be kissing ass to the best of his ability until he has a little more say in the club.

  “TJ you’re back to New York, but you’ll have Sonic with you this time.”

  “What the hell?” I look over at Ronan. We rode together last time.

  “He’s got shit here he has to take care of,” Lynch says in a tone that challenges me to disagree. “Nothing changes for you other assholes.”

  A round of agreements echo off the walls.

  S
ilence fills the room until I look back at my brother. “What are your plans for that girl while we’re gone?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask playing dumb.

  “It’s not the girls’ job to tend to your caged pets.”

  “I bet Xena would love to tend to that pet,” Hornet drawls.

  “She’s in my room,” I inform the group. No one seems surprised. I’m certain they saw me carry her naked ass through the kitchen last night.

  “Is she going home before you leave?”

  “She isn’t leaving,” I tell my brother.

  Lynch’s eyebrow raises, and I fully understand his shock. There hasn’t been a woman that’s walked this earth that I couldn’t turn my back on and walk away from, but Kaci isn’t like any woman I’ve ever met.

  “You plan to keep her a prisoner?”

  “It’s not anything different from what you did with Zoe.”

  “Zoe was in trouble,” he counters.

  “Same goes,” I argue.

  Lynch nods, understanding without having to go into details about why I can’t let her return home right now. It’s not that someone else would hurt her. She’s a danger to herself.

  “And if she tries to leave while you’re on the road?” I don’t answer him immediately. “I don’t want to be put in the situation of using force to make her stay.”

  “I’ll make sure she’ll know the consequences if she steps foot off the compound.”

  Ronan chuckles from the other side of the table. “You sure she won’t prefer your consequences?”

  A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. Ronan is well aware of how women respond to me. He’s got a couple of girls in the club that beg him for his certain style of attention as well.

  “I’ll track her down if she leaves,” I assure Lynch, and just the thrill of hunting her makes my pulse speed up.

  “We need to talk about the other matter concerning Kaci,” Virus adds, sitting up straight in his chair.

  Like a real man, he looks me directly in the eye rather than deferring to Lynch to bring up this topic of conversation.

  “Envy,” I correct. “She hates people using her real name.”

  Several grunts of approval filter out from the men surrounding the table.

  Not sparing any detail, Virus and I volley back and forth through my girl’s past. All the way up to including the fact that her father paid a trafficking organization to abduct her from the beach during her post-graduation vacation.

  “And what do you want to do?” Lynch asks me once all the shit is out on the table.

  “I want to torture him, peel his skin from his body inch by inch until he begs me to end it all,” I tell the group of men without blinking an eye. Most in the room nod their head in agreement, several speaking up to offer a hand if I need it.

  “Prez—” Virus says on a sigh.

  Lynch holds his hand up to silence him.

  “But, I know this is her choice. She doesn’t know, and I haven’t told her yet. I don’t plan on having that conversation with her right before we hit the road. I need all of you fuckers to keep your mouths closed, and trust that I will handle this situation with the level of respect that Envy deserves.”

  Everyone agrees, and when I look up at my brother, I see a glimmer of respect in his green eyes. Pride is something neither of us got from our father, and although the feeling is hitting me in the chest with that look on Lynch’s face, I can’t help but smile at him.

  “Are you bringing her out of your room tonight?” Ronan asks with a sly grin.

  “I haven’t met her yet either,” Virus adds.

  “Kai has been chattering about her since he did shots with Xena last night,” Professor interjects.

  “What are you? A bunch of fucking women?” Lynch bellows from the head of the table. “He’ll introduce her when he sees fit.”

  “And all you motherfuckers will keep your filthy fucking hands off her.” I take my time to glare directly at each fucking man around the table. “Even if she tries something with you, you better back away.”

  Knowing laughter filters through the room.

  “And if she asks you for any drugs, the answer is no. She’s self-destructive.” I don’t have to say anything else before the guys at the table stop laughing. I have already explained why she was here, and how Briar and I met her. They know how serious I am.

  I’m now the one filled with pride for the men in my club when they all nod their agreements. We’re all brutal motherfuckers, but we band together and protect when we need to.

  “But,” I begin with a wicked smile, “I will bring her out of the room tonight for a little bit of fun. Ronan and Hornet, I’ll need your help making her night one to remember.”

  Chapter 33

  Kaci

  When TJ doesn’t come back after an hour or so, I just let my eyes flutter closed and sink deeper into his bed. They open again when the bedroom door is flung open.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I hiss when I realize TJ isn’t the one entering the room.

  “Sassy,” says a slender man as he walks in and sets a tray of food down on the dresser before turning back around to look at me. “I like it.”

  “Who are you?” I repeat.

  “I’m Kai.” His hand goes to his hip when I just continue to stare at him. “I’m Professor’s pet.”

  “Pet?” What a ridiculous concept.

  “Yes. Like you’re TJ’s pet. I belong to Professor.”

  “Bisexual bikers?” I huff a quick laugh. Just when I thought I’d seen it all. Even though I’m naked under the blankets, for some reason, Kai doesn’t strike fear in me.

  “Professor isn’t bisexual. He’s flat out as gay as they come, sweetheart.” His tongue sweeps over his plump bottom lip. “I’m bisexual though.”

  He winks in a mischievous way, and unconsciously I’m tugging the blankets a little bit higher under my chin.

  “Don’t worry, doll. No one in this club will touch you without permission.”

  “TJ’s permission,” I qualify.

  Another wink. “Exactly.”

  “And no one touches you without Professor’s?”

  His bright white teeth dig into his bottom lip. “I tend to get into trouble with that, but I think my man expects it.”

  I don’t move a muscle to climb off the bed, figuring if I just sit still this guy will leave.

  “I wouldn’t advise you doing the same though,” he says as he begins to sit on the edge of the bed like he owns the place. “Professor uses orgasm denial to punish me, and well, TJ has that damn knife, so his punishments may be a little more permanent than blue balls.”

  “What are you doing?” I try to slide further away, but he’s sitting on top of the blankets, preventing me from moving.

  “I made breakfast for you.” He points to the tray. “Well I didn’t make breakfast for you, but Vixen has PMS, and she likes to cook when that happens. The entire club benefits when it’s her time of the month.”

  “And to think, I just sleep all day,” I mumble when I look past him at the tray stacked high with pancakes, eggs, and sausage links. “Did TJ already eat?”

  “TJ left,” Kai says. “He probably won’t be back until after the sun goes down.”

  My grip strengthens on the blanket. “He left me?”

  “He left, doll. He didn’t leave you. He’ll be back.” Kai springs off the bed. “Eat and get dressed. There’s a party tonight, and you need to be ready.”

  I do what any girl would do in this weird-ass situation. I stare at him like he’s grown two heads.

  “Now!” he insists, pointing his finger at the closed bathroom door. “Get a shower. You have half an hour.”

  “I’m naked. I’m not getting out of this bed until you leave.”

  He snorts, humor sparkling in his eyes, but turns around and leaves. “Thirty minutes,” he hollers from the other side of the closed door.

  It’s early afternoon. If there’s a party going on tonight, i
t won’t jump off until close to midnight. Kai may be a diva, but it won’t take me hours and hours to get ready. Plus, I don’t even know if TJ is going to want me here. Knowing all of this doesn’t stop me from scarfing down the food Kai brought and rushing through a shower. I’m normally not one to get involved with anyone expecting friendship or anything of that sort, but there’s something about being here in TJ’s space and being invited to god knows what that has my blood thrumming with excitement.

  I’m towel drying my hair with the bathroom door open to vent some of the steam from my shower when the bedroom door opens again.

  “Now I see what all the fuss is about,” Kai says, his eyes never straying from my tits. He seems enthralled, even with just the side-boob and perky nipple he’s able to see.

  I don’t cower or cover myself and insist he leave. Doing that would show fear or shame, and I’m too fucking stubborn for that.

  “Are you just going to stand there making my dick hard?”

  “The inability to control your dick isn’t my problem.”

  His lips twitch when I hang the towel on the rack and face him full on.

  “You’re bare.” His eyes have left my tits and are now focused on the apex of my thighs. “Xena’s going to be saddened by that.”

  “I don’t have any clothes.”

  “I don’t think anyone is going to mind.”

  It’s my turn to snort at his ridiculousness.

  “You don’t think TJ would get upset if I prance around buck-ass naked?”

  Kai shrugs. “He’s never had a problem with any of the other girls showing and sharing his goodies.”

  My stomach roils.

  “But I don’t think anyone has been given free rein over his room either.”

  That last part barely softens the jealous rage I feel from his first statement.

  “He’s also warned all the guys away from you, and that’s new as well.” I don’t know if he’s saying this to make me feel better because I wasn’t able to school the disappointment off my face fast enough or if it’s actually true. “Let’s not take any chances. Better get some clothes on.”