Red Eyes MC: Books 1 - 3

by Grey, Blair

  “I do,” I agreed, nodding. I shrugged. “I guess I just do normal stuff. Watch some TV. Chill out. Go for drinks with the boys.”

  “None of those are things that would give you calluses on your hands,” Belle said.

  I looked at her in surprise. “What?”

  “You heard me,” she said. She rolled her eyes. “I could feel them. When we had sex. And again when I was bandaging your hands. You’ve got calluses. You must have some sort of hobby.”

  I grinned at her. “You’re very observant,” I said, still surprised that she had noticed. “I play guitar. And I do a little woodworking.”

  “What kind of woodworking?” Belle asked.

  I blinked and then got up from the table, disappearing into the other room for a moment before returning with a small crane carved out of wood.

  “Gosh,” Belle said in surprise, cupping the thing between both her hands like it was some rare jewel that she was afraid of dropping.

  I grinned at her. “Had to find something to do with my time,” I said. “I just always thought it was fascinating, that people could take a block of wood and turn it into something like that. So I started practicing. I’m still not very good, but I get by.”

  “It’s amazing,” Belle said, shaking her head. “You could go to school for that kind of thing, couldn’t you? Or for the music thing, too.”

  I gave her a look. “I thought we were going to not talk about the school thing,” I reminded her.

  “Right,” Belle said, but she traced her fingers over the edges of the crane one more time before setting it down reverently on the table.

  I hid a grin. “And what about you?” I asked. “What are your hobbies?”

  Belle shook her head. “I do a lot of watching TV and chilling, too,” she admitted. “I take a lot of long shifts at the diner, and by the time I get home, I’m about ready to collapse. But I do a lot of reading, too. And a little bit of knitting.”

  I snorted. “Like an old grandma,” I said, unable to keep the fondness out of my voice.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” Belle agreed, shrugging ruefully. “Gives me something productive to do while I’m watching TV, though.”

  We continued to chat as we finished dinner. It was strange; I had known her for years now, but there were so many silly little things about her that I had never known. It was nice, getting to know her a little better.

  It also meant that it was going to be impossible for me to quit thinking about her.

  I carried the plates out to the kitchen and put them in the sink. Belle padded behind me, slipping up against me as I ran water over the dishes. She ran her hands up the back of my shirt and out across my shoulders, massaging lightly.

  “Hey,” she said quietly. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but just remember: You’re really smart. Smarter than you give yourself credit for. Even if you didn’t finish high school. And if you want to go back to school, or if you want to learn a trade, or whatever, I want you to know that I think that’s awesome. And I’m going to find a way to help you.”

  I sighed and shut off the water, turning around to face her. “If there was a way to get my inheritance, I would have figured it out by now.”

  “This isn’t about that, or at least, not entirely,” Belle said, shaking her head. “Like I said before, if you really want to do it, if you really want to better yourself, then there are other ways. We’ll figure it out.”

  I wanted to protest that. I wanted to remind her that there was no “we.” That there couldn’t be, because of her father. But right now, with her pressed up against me like that, pushing me against the sink, it felt like just maybe there could be a “we.” We’d have to be careful, sure. But as I’d realized earlier, the damage had already been done.

  I didn’t really want to be alone with my thoughts that night, either. Otherwise, I might go get on my bike and disappear again, maybe for good this time. Better to fuck the restlessness away.

  I leaned down and kissed Belle questioningly. I could feel the way her breath caught, the way she hesitated, but she didn’t pull away. And when it really came down to it, I knew she had known exactly what she was getting into by coming over here tonight. If we pissed off Ray, we were both to blame.

  But I didn’t think about any of those consequences for long. Instead, I slid a hand into the silken hairs at the nape of her neck, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. I turned us around so that she was the one pressed back into the countertop, slotting a leg in between hers.

  She immediately ground down against me, and I could tell that she was already incredibly turned on. I wanted to strip her down and have her right there in the middle of the kitchen, but there was something about Belle that made me hesitate. She deserved better than that from me. She deserved this to be sweet and caring.

  Not least of which because it was only her second time.

  Still, I wanted to have a little fun with her before taking things to the bedroom. I slowly kissed down her jaw and her neck and then lower, undoing the buttons of her dress as I went. She shrugged the material off her shoulders, seeming to have no complaints about being half-naked in the kitchen.

  “These are very nice,” I said, tugging at the black lace panties she was wearing.

  She blushed, but I could tell she was pleased. “I thought you might like them,” she said.

  I dropped to my knees in front of her, sliding the sexy panties carefully off and then nudging her feet wider. For the first moment, Belle looked uncertain, but I smiled reassuringly up at her. “Another first?” I guessed.

  “Yeah,” she breathed, the single syllable shaky as a newborn colt.

  “Relax,” I murmured, kissing her inner thigh and running my hands soothingly up and down her legs.

  She nodded at me, her fingers finding the edge of the countertop and her head falling back as I used my tongue to explore the sweet space at the apex of her thighs. I dipped my fingers into her wet folds, my digits gliding easily against the velvet of her skin.

  Belle moaned, but I didn’t let up until I could feel her entrance quavering with the need for more. I got to my feet, pressing a heated kiss to her lips, and then pulled back, grinning at her starstruck expression.

  “Come on,” I said, twisting my fingers with hers. “Let’s move it to the bedroom.”

  She nodded frantically, stumbling along after me.

  20

  Belle

  I couldn’t believe this was happening again. I couldn’t believe that Will had agreed to it, after he’d been so adamant that we couldn’t sleep together again. Then again, it wasn’t as though either of us disliked sleeping with one another. Or at least, that wasn’t the impression that I got. No, it was more that we weren’t sure how to be together. It would be easier not to be together.

  But that didn’t mean it was right. It didn’t mean that that was what was best for either of us.

  I had spent the whole night imagining what things could be like if Will wasn’t part of Red Eyes. Would my father see him any differently? Would it ever be possible for him to accept us? Because I wasn’t sure that I could quit seeing Will.

  He was the most perfect guy I had ever met. And I was sure Nicole would agree if I told her about this. He’d cooked me dinner. He’d shown me that absolutely adorable paper crane he had carved.

  I still couldn’t believe he had done that. I knew he was talented with his hands in certain other respects, but I hadn’t expected him to be an accomplished wood-carver.

  Everything I learned about him made feelings swell up in my chest, and it definitely wasn’t just lust.

  And then after dinner, this.

  At first, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed to have him down there between my legs like that. Especially right there in the kitchen, as though we couldn’t make it to the bedroom. What if someone walked in? I knew that wasn’t likely, but wasn’t it still a possibility? And what would we do if that happened?

  I couldn’t thin
k about it for very long, though. I was having a hard time stringing together any sort of thought as Will continued to work me over.

  He dragged me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, stripping quickly before joining me. I still had my bra on, I realized distantly, and I immediately fumbled at the clasp of it, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine again. When my fingers fumbled, Will laughingly helped.

  “I think you’re better at that than I am,” I said breathlessly.

  Will snorted, but whatever response he might have had was lost as I claimed his lips in another passionate kiss.

  He kept things moving tantalizingly slow until I was practically crazy with desire. I suddenly realized that I was begging him over and over again: “Please, please, please.”

  “Please what?” Will asked, nuzzling my neck. “What do you want?” I could hear him fumble with a condom that he had produced from somewhere, though, and my whole body fizzed with excitement. Not long now.

  “You know,” I said, but my exasperation was lost as he closed his mouth around one of my nipples, biting and sucking until I thought I could cum from just that. Still, he didn’t do anything with his fingers. Not until I pushed my fingers down between my own legs, shamelessly desperate for some relief.

  He grinned, grabbing my wrists and pulling my seeking fingers away. “Not yet,” he rumbled, teasing my entrance with just his tip. I sobbed with need, and finally he plunged into me, all the way, in one smooth motion.

  It should have been too much. But my body was eager for him, desperate for him, and all I could think was how good it felt, how right to have him seated inside me.

  He pulled nearly all the way out, yet again teasing me with just the tip. He released my wrists, and I clung to him, pulling him closer as he stroked my cheek, his thumb tracing across my lower lip. I instinctively sucked at the digit, watching the way his eyes darkened. He thrust back into me again.

  He set a slow but steady rhythm, pumping his hips against mine. I fought for every breath, feeling as though at any second, I could spill over into ecstasy. But he very carefully and expertly kept me right there on the brink, never giving me exactly what I needed. I tried to be patient, but soon I found myself pleading desperately with him again, clutching at his hips in an attempt to get him to move faster, more forcefully.

  He was having none of it, though. He breathed a soft breath across my ear, and then, seeing the way that I shuddered, nibbled lightly at the earlobe. I squirmed and moaned. He continued to bite soft kisses down my neck until I was sure that he must be leaving marks there. Dad would kill me if he saw a trail of hickeys down my neck. But I was beyond caring about that now.

  He caught my ankles and pushed them up and back until he was practically folding me in half. It changed the angle, pushing him deeper inside me than any of his previous thrusts. I screamed out his name as I came hard. Again, I could feel everything all at once: the way his hands immediately released my ankles, letting them fall back to a more comfortable position around his waist; the way his rough fingers slid along my cheeks, my sides, my breasts; the way he continued to thrust into me, but more slowly now, giving me time to recover.

  The way his hard cock continued to pulse inside of me, making me catch his hips and urge him on even when it was almost too much.

  Will suddenly pulled out, the latex of the condom dragging against my walls in a way that had me keening again. He deftly flipped me over and pulled me back toward him so that I was face down on my knees. I groaned as he reentered me.

  He placed a soft kiss against my shoulder blade, and my fingers found his against my hip. I used what strength I had left to rock back into his thrusts, reveling again in the warm, intimate feel of this. I wanted him to cum, needed him to cum. But I also didn’t want this to end.

  We hung there for what seemed like forever, heat spiking hotter and hotter in my core until I was crying out on every thrust, unable to stop myself and too far gone to care. And then suddenly, we were both cumming at once.

  I could feel his dick jolting inside of me even as my walls squeezed tight around him, joint vibrations that seemed like they would never stop. I was totally caught up in the feel of it, in the utter relaxation that came when the quivering finally stopped.

  Will’s body was still draped over mine, hot and sticky and smelling so much of him that it was overwhelming. All my senses felt like they were overly aware, and I knew, quite simply, that whatever ended up happening between the two of us, I was never going to be able to forget about this. Every detail would be ingrained in my mind forever.

  Finally, Will pulled away and dropped down on the sheets, still breathing heavily. When I finally managed to turn my head to look at him, he grinned brilliantly at me. I knew I had to leave, but I let myself roll into his side and pillow my head on his chest for a moment. His fingers absently traced down my spine, making me shiver again and again, the last vestiges of that incredible orgasm flickering through my body.

  “Don’t let me fall asleep,” I mumbled, even though I was right on the verge of doing just that.

  Will jolted a little, and I wondered if he had, in fact, fallen asleep, or at least dozed off a little. “Right,” he said, sitting up slightly against the pillows and pulling me up with him. He stroked my hair back. “Where does your dad think you are right now, anyway?”

  He sounded nervous, and I sighed. “I didn’t tell him anything,” I admitted. “He doesn’t have to know where I am at every hour of the day, does he?”

  Will was silent for a moment. Then, he shrugged the shoulder that I wasn’t lying on. “That’s your business," he said.

  “It’s your business, too, if I get you in trouble,” I mumbled, hiding my head against his side.

  “The deed’s been done,” Will said philosophically. “I’ve already slept with you. So if Ray is going to be mad, he’s going to be mad. I’ve made that bed.”

  I groaned and rolled away from him. “And all I want to do is sleep in it,” I said, getting a smile out of Will. Right then and there, I decided that I wanted to make him smile more often. I knew he was a big biker dude and that he was meant to intimidate people, but god, I loved to see him smile.

  I reached over and found his hand, squeezing his fingers. “I should probably go,” I said.

  “Probably,” Will agreed. He yawned widely enough that I could hear his jaw crack. He gave me a sheepish look, and I smirked.

  “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s tired,” I said.

  “I can’t help it,” Will said, shaking his head. “You really take it out of me, woman!”

  “I thought that was the point,” I said, grinning mischievously.

  Will laughed and gave me a little push off the side of the bed. Fortunately, I managed to get my feet under me, but I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue out at him when I had my balance again. I grabbed my bra and my dress, pulling both of them on. “Where the hell are my panties, anyway?” I asked. Then, a slow flush spread over my face and down my neck. “Oh. Right. I almost forgot.”

  “Oh. Right,” Will teased, winking at me. “You liked that, though, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted. I laughed a little and came back to sit on the side of the bed, reaching toward him. “It was weird. It felt like maybe I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did? But it felt really good.”

  “I’m glad,” Will said. He paused, giving me a serious look. “But right now, all I can think about is the fact that you’re currently still commando under that dress and how much I’d like to pull you back on top of me.”

  I knew I should get going, but if he was going to tease me, I was going to tease right back. I reached out and palmed his dick a few times. It barely twitched in response, and I laughed. “I think it’s dead for now,” I said to him.

  “Maybe so,” Will said, grimacing. “I’m not seventeen anymore.”

  “Thank god for that or else Dad would really be mad at me!” I joked. I started to get up, but before I could, Will
tangled his fingers in the front of my dress and pulled me into another kiss.

  “Thank you,” he said as we broke apart.

  I giggled. “Are you thanking me for having sex with you? Because I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

  “No,” Will said, and he wasn’t laughing. Shit, I didn’t think I’d ever seen him this serious before. “Thank you for treating me like I have a future.”

  I stared at him for a moment and then crawled back into bed next to him, cuddling in close again. “You do have a future,” I said quietly.

  “It doesn’t always feel like that,” Will admitted.

  I was silent for a moment. I knew that platitudes wouldn’t help right now. But I had to make sure he knew I was serious. That I wanted to help him. If he would let me.

  “We’ll figure this out,” I promised him, my voice quiet but fierce. “Whether it’s figuring out a way to get you the inheritance that you deserve or figuring out some way to save up money or get you some scholarships, we’re going to figure it out.”

  Will stared down at me for a long moment and then lightly kissed my forehead. “Thank you,” he said again. We lay together for another couple of minutes until I felt Will start to breathe deeply, on the edge of sleep. As loathe as I was to leave, I knew that I couldn’t stay there. Dad would shake the town apart if I didn’t make it home again.

  I pressed one last kiss to Will’s cheek before slipping out into the kitchen to retrieve my panties and then home to fall into my own bed.

  21

  Will

  I was lounging on the couch, aimlessly strumming chords on my guitar when the phone rang. I glanced over and was surprised to see Ray was calling me. Immediately, my mouth went dry. It was only eleven on Saturday, and I had fucked Belle again the previous night. She had gone back home, but what if he had seen her return? What if he had questioned her and she’d admitted that she’d been out with me?