Gypsy: Sons of Sangue

by Patricia A. Rasey

  He tipped her chin with the pad of his thumb. “Mind if I join you?”

  Tamera smiled, elated to know he didn’t lament over their actions. “I’ll race you there.”

  Chapter 17

  Grayson stretched the muscles in his shoulders and back as he slowly drifted awake. What a hell of a night. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but what little shut-eye he had managed was filled with naked visions of Tamera. Talk about a wet dream. Had he not been wrung dry before falling into bed, he probably would have made a mess of the sheets. He sported morning wood, proving he had yet to be appeased this morning. There is one preferable way to assuage the ache, he thought with a lazy smile.

  Attempting to roll to his side, something silky tethered his wrists, keeping him from doing so. Grayson’s eyes sprung open to find the object of his erotic fantasies straddled over him on the mattress, one foot on each side of his rib cage. He noted not only were both wrists tied, so were his ankles. Grayson lay spread-eagle, shackled to the four corners of the bed. Tamera, noticing he had awakened, smiled like a Cheshire cat. She certainly looked proud of herself.

  A slight tug of his extremities and he’d be free. Surely she knew the red silk scarves were not strong enough to hold a vampire. But what fun would there be in that? Instead, he returned her grin and decided to see where she meant to go with her little game. The silk tickled his flesh and his libido. He licked his dry lips in anticipation. Whatever it might be, he was all in. Hook, line, and sinker. His boxer briefs covered his erection. The only reason he had donned them in the first place was to assure they got even the tiniest bit of rest. Spending time spooning Tamera with no barrier between them, meant even a few minutes of sleep would be insurmountable. Oh, he had stamina, had gone all night before and then some, but damn if she didn’t test his limitations.

  “Whatever do you have in mind, il mio dolce rossa?”

  Tamera laughed. The smile that followed tugged his heart. He bit back the unfamiliar sensation. He couldn’t allow her beneath his skin. She may not have slept with Anton, but she damn well still belonged to him. His doing, Grayson reminded himself. If Vlad got word of his transgressions against his brother, it wouldn’t be only Tamera’s head on the chopping block. And there certainly would be no saving hers if the ancient decided to take it. Regardless of what Grayson’s penance might be, he had to protect Tamera from being a casualty of his actions, even if it meant giving her up.

  “Whatever I want,” she said, rocking her weight from one foot to the other, and regaining his attention. Only her red lace panties hid her from his view.

  His mouth watered. Damn, she was a sight to behold. Her bared breasts bounced as she moved. If this was still part of his dreams, he hoped to hell he never awoke. Grayson tugged on his wrists, itching to touch her. To run his palms up the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

  “Don’t even think about it, Gypsy.” One delicate brow arched. “You break free and you get nothing. It’s my turn to pleasure you.”

  “I believe you already have … and quite well I might add, il mio dolce rossa.”

  A wicked gleam sparkled in her eyes. “I disagree. I have yet to taste you, Mr. Gabor.”

  Her gaze fell from his, zeroing in on the tent in his briefs. Tamera licked her lush lips. His dick twitched in anticipation of her delectable mouth encircling him. Still, he’d rather be surrounded by her heat.

  “I’d rather fuck you.”

  Her laugh was like a balm to his soul. He could listen to the sound all day and never tire of it. If only he had eternity.

  “All in good time. You, my sweet vamp, are at my mercy. I have a few rules. You cannot touch me unless I give you permission. You cannot speak unless spoken to. And you cannot come until I say.”

  He’d give her the lead … for now. “You drive a hard bargain.”

  Tamera lowered herself painstakingly slow, her thighs now hugging his ribs as his erection nestled the cleft of her ass. “Not half as hard as you.”

  “You best get busy.” His breath sawed out of him as she dragged her fingernails lightly over his flesh from wrists to biceps. Her pebbled nipples slid across the light dusting of hair on his chest. He groaned, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensations.

  “What’s the hurry?”

  “Unless you want the rest of the clubhouse in on our little sexcapade, then I suggest we get you out of here before the sun fully rises.”

  She wiggled her ass against his cock. “We have about an hour.”

  “Not nearly long enough.”

  She chuckled. “For what I have in mind it is. Now, not another word.”

  Leaning forward, the textured pad of her tongue traced a circle around his nipple before drawing the tiny peak between her teeth. Grayson moaned. What the hell? Men did not moan. And yet, she had dragged one from his lips. He wasn’t going to last. Just the thought of those lush lips wrapping the head of his cock had him gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold back as pleasure-pain shot toward that part of his anatomy. His razor sharp fangs sank into his lower lip in an attempt to get him thinking of something—anything—else other than her delectable mouth and what her tongue was doing to his flesh.

  Slinging her leg over his erection, which at the moment was standing at attention and begging for appeasement, she ran her tongue south. His abs bunched, his groin tightened and his balls tried crawling up inside him. He tugged on the binds wrapping his wrists, resisting the urge to free himself and flip her onto her back. He wanted to drive balls-deep into her, feel her walls grip him like a glove. He had a feeling, though, they weren’t of the same mind at the moment.

  Tamera looked at the tent in his briefs as if it were her last meal. Dragging a finger from his navel, down the path of hair arrowing to his groin, she pulled the band of the black briefs along as she went, only to let the waistband snap back into place before actually reaching the goal.

  Grayson’s restraint neared its end. He wasn’t sure how long he could play by her rules. No touching? Hell, no. No speaking? As if he cared to. No coming? Could you stop a volcano from erupting? If she so much as wrapped her soft mouth around the head of his cock, his control might just snap like a rubber band pulled too tight.

  He had never been much of a fan for receiving head. Not that he didn’t like a pair of lips around his dick, He was just more of a vagina man. Nothing like being sucked dry while pumping into a beautiful woman. And they didn’t get any more gorgeous than the redhead kneeling by his cock.

  Tamera gripped his penis through his briefs, her hand encircling it. All thought fled his brain. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, stretching the cotton as she went.

  “Shit—”

  She lightly squeezed the end of his shaft, just below the mushroom head. “No, talking.”

  He grit his teeth again, his heated gaze taking in the hand wrapping his cloth covered hard-on. Grayson couldn’t remember seeing anything more erotic, save for her wet and in the shower a few hours ago.

  She peeled back the cotton with her free hand, then released him from his briefs. A drop of pre-come clung to the tip. Tamera caught it with her forefinger and took it to her lips.

  “For the love of all that’s holy.” She was going to be the death of him.

  He watched with avid interest as she slowly mimicked with her forefinger, her intentions for his cock. Thankfully, she didn’t draw out the torture. Tamera wrapped her fist about him, just before she leaned down and took him into her mouth, her tongue licking the underside.

  His balls ached with the need to release. Grayson bit back a groan, trying to think of anything other than the woman loving every inch of his erection. Damn, if he couldn’t stop thinking of her lush mouth and what it was doing. He was about to break her rule number three and wasn’t far from it. Applying a little pressure with her hand, she suckled harder, releasing him with a soft pop before sucking him back deep inside.

  “Ah, shit. I can’t—”

  She release
d him again. “Not yet.”

  “Then stop sucking on me like a vacuum cleaner.” He yanked on his binds. “Keep it up and I’ll snap these scarves easy enough. I’m a vampire, not a fucking robot.”

  Tamera’s black, obsidian gaze turned up before she descended onto his cock again. After a few more minutes of blessed torture, she moved up his thighs and straddled his hips. Taking the lace of her panties, she pulled them to the side and slowly slid down his cock. His answering groan echoed about the small room.

  Grayson snapped the scarves as easily as if they were mere threads and gripped her waist. He guided her as he rose up to meet her, slamming into her. Tamera didn’t last but a few seconds before she tilted her head to the ceiling and cried his name. His balls tightened, his ass muscles damn near cramped, as he thrust one final time before withdrawing and spilling his seed between them.

  Tamera rolled off him, her breath uneven. “Wow.”

  Before they had time to catch their breaths, the sound of the crash truck pulling into the gravel parking lot, alerted them of Kaleb and Suzi’s return.

  “You need to get the hell out of here before Hawk sees you.”

  Tamera scrambled from the bed, grabbed a discarded scarf and wiped herself clean, before pulling on her jeans and top. She fisted her bra, not bothering to put it on, and stepped quickly into her shoes left deposited by the bed following their romp in the shower, just in case she’d need to make a hasty retreat. Tamera ran over to the bed, placed a quick kiss upon his lips, then crawled through the window at the back of the clubhouse. Grayson wasn’t sure where she had left her car, but he’d bet it was out of sight from the front door.

  Sitting up and untying his ankles, he grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower. The last thing he needed was the club P and his old lady suspecting there was anything going on between him and Tamera. He first needed to convince Vlad he had made a mistake and she belonged with him, not with Anton. Grayson wasn’t willing to take a chance with her life. Vlad had to be petitioned before anyone knew he had made his decision to keep Tamera as his mate. And damn if he didn’t want her in his life.

  Grayson turned on the hot water and stood beneath the hot stream just as the front door slammed off the interior wall and he heard Kaleb say, “Damn, Gypsy. This place smells like a fucking brothel.”

  * * *

  White towel slung low on his hips, Grayson left the bathroom and padded barefoot to the bar area. Kaleb stood behind, gently rocking Stefan in his arms. The child latched onto a bottle of breast milk, sucking it down like there was no tomorrow. The kid had Kaleb’s appetite. True blood children didn’t require blood until they came into their own at the age of sixteen. Then and only then, they abandoned human food for the fluid that sustained their lives into immortality.

  Kaleb looked up as he approached. “Guess that answers my question.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Just answer me one.”

  Grayson reached for the whiskey and poured himself a shot. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Tell me it wasn’t Tamera you were in there fucking.”

  He tipped back the amber liquid, then swiped the back of his hand across his lips. “What makes you think I would fuck her? She’s Blondy’s problem.”

  “Exactly. You gave her up.”

  Kaleb had likely picked up her scent as well as what he had been doing before their untimely arrival. “She was here, but not for very long.”

  “She catch you with a couple of ladies?” He chuckled. “How the hell did that go?”

  “Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.” Suzi exited her and Kaleb’s shared room with a fresh diaper in hand. She took Stefan from Kaleb’s arm. “Tamera doesn’t need you in her life. You gave her up. Stay away from her, Gypsy. And please, cover that shit up.”

  “What’s the matter, Suzi? Not like you haven’t seen it before.”

  “Not yours, I haven’t. And no,” she tossed in quickly, “I have no desire to.”

  Grayson chuckled. “Your loss.”

  “I’m sure it is. Stay the hell away from Tamera.”

  “What is it with you two?”

  Kaleb handed Stefan to his mate. “Because we care about you, you idiot.”

  “Don’t speak for me. It’s Tamera I’m worried about,” she said. “I’ll leave the two of you to talk. I’m heading for bed.”

  She snuggled Stefan to her shoulder and walked off. Grayson watched her head for the bedroom before looking back at Kaleb. Damn, he never thought he’d see the day. Kaleb’s eyes reflected the love he obviously felt as he watched his mate and firstborn. Things had certainly changed. There was a time when Grayson thought Club P wasn’t capable of it.

  Kaleb returned his attention to Grayson and poured them each a shot. Holding it up, he said, “Salute.”

  Grayson returned the sentiment, clinking his shot glass before taking it to his lips. Heat spread through him, warming his gut. It wasn’t the whiskey, though, putting a fire in his belly. Seeing Tamera climb through his window moments ago, ass in the air, had him wanting to fuck her all over again. He hid the smile itching the corners of his lips. Damn, she had a fine ass. Too bad he had no idea when he’d see her again. Truth of it, he shouldn’t be contemplating a replay, not unless he planned to petition Vlad first.

  He placed the shot glass on the bar and knocked twice. Kaleb quickly refilled it.

  What the hell was he thinking?

  He scratched his beard. One wild night with Tamera and he was ready to leave his bachelor days behind forever. He looked at his hand holding the shot glass. Either he was incredibly stupid to give her to Anton, or he had been a bigger fool spending the last several hours fucking her. Jesus, if they kept up the previous night’s activities, there might not be any more tomorrows. Vlad would have both their heads.

  “You regret it, don’t you?” Kaleb drew his attention.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hawk.”

  He laughed. “Go ahead and play stupid. I did once too, you know. I don’t regret chasing her down. She’s my life, man. You want that? Then go after it.”

  “This is different.”

  “How so?”

  “Because you loved Suzi. She’s the perfect half to your whole. No one else would put up with your shit.” He glanced back at the bar, tracing a scar on the wood with his forefinger. “I’m too selfish to ever love just one woman. Too many options out there to settle. Got to spread the love, dude.”

  Kaleb shook his head, a smile lighting his gaze. “You got it bad, man. I say you figure your shit out, then go petition my grandfather. Tell him you were a fool to hand her over to Blondy. You need my help, I’ll be glad to step in.”

  Grayson couldn’t see the point of arguing with Kaleb. He might not be in love with Tamera, but he sure in the hell felt something. It ate at his gut, just the thought of his MC brother laying a hand on her. Besides the fact, Anton was his friend. Had been for many years. If he went after Tamera, what would it do to him? He didn’t want to see Anton crushed by his decision. They may have been on each other’s last nerve the past nine months, but he never stopped caring for the man. They had been friends for too long to toss it away because of a woman.

  Kaleb tipped his chin toward Grayson’s backpack sitting on the end table by the sofa. “Going somewhere?”

  “I planned to meet Ryder at the beach house. Spend a few days at the coast and clear my head.” Grayson doubted a few days would do much good. Not after the night he had just spent. “You need me here?”

  “Go. Get your head together, man. If I need anything, one of the other guys can fill in. Besides, with Kane back, I’m sure we’ll have the bases covered for now. Things are going to heat up with Draven. We need to try to get him in the Devils deep pockets and get him buying and distributing the cartel’s coke.”

  Kaleb grimaced. “You aren’t going to believe who the feds sent in to help us build a case against the cartel.”

  Grayson furrowed
his brow. “Who?”

  “You remember Captain Melchor?”

  “The prick who tried to arrest Viper?”

  “One and the same. Looks like he’s back and aiming to give us a hard time.”

  “Didn’t he rape Viper’s old lady years ago?”

  Kaleb nodded. “Prick has a death wish.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to leave just yet.” Grayson chucked. “It might be fun to stick around here and watch Viper kick his ass between his ears. He’s got some balls coming anywhere near Lane County.”

  “That or his ego is as big as his balls. Viper pretty much warned him to stay the fuck out of our territory.”

  “So we run his ass back to Salem.”

  “Maybe. If we need to, we will.” Kaleb poured them each another shot. “If he minds his Ps and Qs and stay the hell away from Cara, we leave him be. Viper doesn’t want to rock the boat for Cara’s sake. You head to the coast. I’ll keep an eye on things here. You need to figure out what the fuck you want, man. If it isn’t Tamera, then let her go. Give her and Blondy a fighting chance. You’re my right hand, Gypsy. I have your back whatever you decide. But you start dicking what belongs to an MC brother, I’ll have your ass, club VP or no.”

  Grayson hung his head, his drying hair falling about his face. Kaleb was right. He needed to make a decision. No more fucking around. Raising his head and looking Kaleb in the eye, he said, “I’ll head for the coast. You need me, you know how to get a hold of me. I’m only a few hours north of Florence. I’ll take Ryder. Keep him out of trouble.”

  Kaleb nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I have Xander, Wolf and their prospects as well as the rest of the Sons to help out with Draven. You don’t worry about us. I’ll keep you in the know.”

  “Thanks, man.” Grayson walked around the corner, shook Kaleb’s hand and butted shoulders with him. “I’ll be back before you know it. I promise to have my head on right when I do.”

  “Good to hear. It’ll be nice to have Gypsy back. I’m kind of missing the man I knew nine months ago.”

  Grayson couldn’t agree more. He hated the man he had become. “Me too, bro.”