Red Eyes MC: Books 1 - 3

by Grey, Blair

  I began to rock my hips, fucking myself on his length. I didn’t have the most finessed movements; I was having a hard time keeping the rhythm going. I kept getting distracted by how good it felt, by how close I was to orgasm already. But Will still didn’t seem to mind.

  He pulled me down toward him, one hand in the back of my hair to guide me into a passionate, sloppy kiss. He dragged his fingernails down my back, lightly scratching, and I broke the kiss with a gasp, my eyes fluttering shut.

  He maneuvered himself so that he was sitting up on his knees with me in his lap. I held on to his shoulders, using them for leverage, while he thrust up into me, using his hands to support my hips and help my movements. With this new angle, I could feel him all the way up to my navel, stabbing inside of me, splitting me open from the inside out. He nipped at my collarbone, and I came hard, my vision whiting out.

  Time slowed, and I gasped for breath. It seemed like all I could do was cling to Will as he continued to use me for his own release. But I trusted him. I wasn’t afraid.

  He rocked into me for what seemed like forever, while my walls clenched tight around him. It was almost too much, I almost had to ask him to stop, and then he was spilling as well, a muffled groan on his lips.

  We lay there in the bed, both utterly spent. I was one second away from passing out, but I didn’t want to let go of this day. What a perfect day it had been.

  I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look over at Will. He grinned right back at me. “So I take it you liked that position,” he said.

  I nodded emphatically. “Yes,” I agreed.

  He laughed and tugged me into his arms, folding his body around mine.

  Suddenly, I felt the melancholy spill through me again, though. It was already Saturday night. We didn’t have much longer here in Texas. And this whole thing had been spurred on by his reminder that this was just a fake marriage. No matter how much we might both like this, there was still so much we needed to talk about.

  “Uh oh,” Will said.

  “What?”

  “That sigh. What’s going on in that head of yours? I can tell you’re upset about something. Was I too rough with you?”

  I shook my head. “No, you were perfect. I’m just thinking.”

  “About?”

  “About what happens when we get back home,” I said finally. I forced myself to pull away from him, to sit up. I wasn’t going to be able to have this conversation curled up in his arms. I wasn’t going to be able to say all the things I needed to say.

  I wasn’t sure if I could say them even now when I wasn’t curled up in his arms.

  “What do you want to have happen when we get back home?” Will asked carefully.

  “I don’t know,” I said, unable to keep the frustration from my voice. The problem was, I knew exactly what I wanted, I just had no idea what he wanted. “I like you.” There. It wasn’t the whole truth; I wasn’t about to tell him that I loved him, not yet. But at least “I like you” was something. It gave us somewhere to start.

  “I like you, too,” Will said, sounding cautious. “And like I said before, there’s no one I’d rather be fake-married to.”

  “But when we get back to Las Cruces, once you have the money, you expect me to get divorced from you?”

  “I didn’t say that,” Will said. He paused. “If that’s what you want, of course I’m not going to stop you. But we can talk about our options.”

  “What are our options?” I asked, unable to let it lie. And I sort of hated myself for doing it right now, like this. Couldn’t I just enjoy the weekend and worry about all of this when we got home? Couldn’t I just bask in the afterglow of a good orgasm, curl up in his arms, and let myself drift off into a peaceful sleep?

  But no, I had to go and ruin this by pressing him about the future.

  “Well, you mentioned something about moving in with me,” Will said quietly. “I’ve been throwing that idea around in my head. Your father is probably going to hate it, and I’m not sure if we can get him to agree to it, but I can’t say I’m opposed to it.”

  “You’re not opposed to it, but you don’t sound too interested in it, either,” I said, trying not to sound bitter. “Look, I know this is just convenient for you. And the sex is good, but I know there’s nothing more to it than that. I just can’t help wanting more, I guess.”

  Will sat up, staring at me. He reached out and caught my hand, staring down at our linked fingers. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice raw with honesty. He paused and then shrugged, glancing quickly up at my face before looking away again. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when we go back home. I don’t know what Ray thinks about all of this. You know him better than I do. But I do know that I don’t want to lose you.”

  My breath caught in my throat for a moment. That was almost as good as admitting he had feelings for me. I swallowed hard, squeezing his hand. “You’re never going to lose me,” I promised him. “No matter what happens.”

  Will stared at me and then slowly brought my hand up to his mouth, lightly kissing my wrist. Then, he released me. “We should grab some dinner,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, relieved that we’d had the conversation, even if we hadn’t really resolved anything yet. “Let’s get some food.”

  We got dressed and headed out into the cool night’s air. I twisted my fingers into his as we walked, wanting to stay close to him. He smiled down at me, but he seemed distracted. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed.

  35

  Will

  We spent Sunday cuddled up in the hotel room together, watching shit on TV and generally just having a lazy day together. I couldn’t stop thinking back to the conversation we’d had the previous night. God, Belle had looked so serious when she told me she liked me. That I was never going to lose her. I wasn’t entirely sure what decision we had come to, or if we had come to any decision at all, but things felt easier around her after that.

  I couldn’t stop wondering if maybe this wedding wasn’t such a sham after all. If somehow, we could make things work between us.

  I was still trying to figure out exactly what I wanted. That was part of why the conversation had been so difficult the previous night. Belle seemed to know just what she wanted. She seemed to have thought all of it through already, from moving in with me on through the rest of our lives. The trouble was, I just couldn’t tell exactly what she was going for.

  I couldn’t stop wondering if she was only interested in moving in with me because she wanted to get out from under Ray’s thumb or if there was something more to it than that. But I couldn’t think of a way to ask her about it without admitting that I was starting to develop some pretty serious feelings for her as well.

  And what’s more, the whole Ray thing was a huge obstacle we still had to tackle. Continuing any sort of relationship between us would mean admitting to him that I had fallen in love with his daughter, that we had consummated our marriage. But I couldn’t just pretend I’d only fallen in love with her because of this fake marriage because of this trip to Texas. I’d have to come clean to him about before, too.

  I had no idea how he would take that. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

  We headed over to Greg’s office on Monday.

  “Ah, the lovebirds,” he said as we walked in. “How was your weekend?”

  “It was great,” Belle said, grinning at him. “Will took me to the amusement park.”

  “Good choice,” Greg said, nodding at me. He handed out an envelope. “There’s the check, as promised. It turned out that the real value of your grandmother’s estate was slightly more than what had originally been calculated, so it’s slightly more than what was written in the will I had shown you previously.”

  I opened the envelope and pulled out the check, my mouth falling open when I saw the sum. Shit. That was almost more money than I knew what to do with. That gave me plenty of money to cover Red Eyes’ losses as well as pu
t me through school as well as… Well, I could do whatever I wanted, really.

  An image formed in my mind, of Belle and me. We could have a real wedding, the fairy-tale wedding of her dreams, in front of all our friends and family. And then we could put a down payment on a house. I loved where I lived currently, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would be to find a place together. Maybe a larger place, where we could get a dog and have some children.

  Wait, children? Had I really just thought that?

  I glanced over at Belle, and even though I knew she couldn’t read my thoughts, I started to feel a little guilty. Here I was, planning out our lives together, and for all I knew, she only wanted to move in with me for a few months, to set some sort of precedent, and then we’d get divorced, and she would move into a place of her own.

  The thought felt like bands tightening around my heart, but I tried not to let it show.

  “Well?” Belle asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I flipped the check around so that she could see it, and she gasped. “Oh, Will,” she said. “You’re going to have no problem going back to school, are you?”

  I grinned at her, shaking my head. “Or affording that nice, proper honeymoon that you were after,” I said mischievously.

  Belle laughed and shook her head. We both thanked Greg and then headed out of there. I used my phone to cash the check immediately, not wanting to risk something happening. Maybe Greg would somehow find some other loophole, some other hoop that I had been meant to jump through.

  I didn’t really think that would happen; I knew the guy knew what he was doing. But this was a lot of money. An absolute game-changer.

  “Lunch before we get on the road?” I suggested.

  “Sounds good,” Belle said.

  We sat across from one another in a little diner down the road from our hotel. “We’re going to have to talk to your dad when we get back,” I said slowly. I couldn’t hide this from Ray anymore. God, he’d probably take one look at me and realize everything.

  “I know,” Belle said.

  “I think we should tell him everything,” I said. “That this isn’t entirely fake. That we’re in a relationship.”

  “I know,” Belle sighed. “I agree with you. I’m just sorry that things have to be so difficult.”

  “Don’t be,” I said. “It’s not your fault.”

  “I still can’t help feeling responsible,” Belle said. “If you had fake married anyone else, you wouldn’t have to deal with my father. Or if I hadn’t come over with dinner that time. I’m the one who started all of this.”

  I shrugged. “I haven’t exactly been complaining. And I knew what I was getting involved with before we started all of this,” I pointed out, even though admitting that didn’t make me feel any better. I still felt as though I had betrayed Ray in the worst way possible.

  Besides, what was I supposed to say to him? “Your daughter is just so smoking hot that I couldn’t keep my hands off her for the two days that we were in Texas”? Something told me he wouldn’t really appreciate that. So did I go back further than that and admit we had started sleeping together even before the fake marriage? He wouldn’t appreciate that, either, especially when I admitted that I was the man he had suspected she was dating and that I hadn’t told him that.

  I had pretty much lied to him. It was a lie of omission, sure, but it was a lie all the same. This to a man who had taken me in when I had nowhere else to turn.

  “I don’t think it’s going to be that bad,” Belle said.

  I snorted. “You don’t? Do you know your father?”

  “He said something before we left,” she insisted. “Something about how if there was one person in this world that she would maybe consider allowing me to date, it was you. I think he’s probably going to be glad when he finds out that you’re the person I’m interested in. Better you than anyone else.”

  “He’s going to think I made up this whole wedding thing just to get close to you, though,” I pointed out.

  “No, he won’t,” Belle said, shaking her head. “Come on, that would be crazy. Besides, you got the money. Clearly, it was a real thing. And he’s going to owe you a favor after you bail out Red Eyes.”

  “This is more than just a favor,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Besides, you make it sound like you’re condoning my buying you or something.”

  “That’s not what I’m saying,” Belle said, sounding frustrated.

  I was starting to regret having this conversation with her. As much as I didn’t want to give up this thing I had with her, she was never going to understand how I felt about betraying her father’s trust. She wasn’t part of the motorcycle club, even if Ray was the president of it, and she couldn’t understand the bond that I had with the other members, Ray in particular. As far as she was concerned, this was just a matter of telling her overprotective father that I wanted to date his daughter, simple as that.

  It was so much more than that, though. “I don’t know… I just don’t have a good feeling about this,” I said.

  “I’ll be right there with you, though,” Belle promised. “We’ll tell him together.” Her eyes twinkled. “He’s not going to kill you right in front of me; I don’t think. He’s always wanted to keep me out of the more violent things that the MC gets up to.”

  “That makes me feel so much better,” I said. But I couldn’t help grinning at her. “So we tell him that we’re in a real relationship and that you’re moving in with me?” I asked, just to clarify.

  Belle looked away. “If that’s okay with you,” she said quietly. “Or I don’t know; maybe we should just tackle one thing at a time. Get him used to the idea of us being together before we spring the idea of me moving in with you.”

  I stared at her for a long moment. It seemed like now she was going back on what she’d said the night before. Like maybe she was having second thoughts. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed in that, even though I was also sort of relieved that I wasn’t going to have to tell Ray I was kidnapping his beloved daughter and whisking her away to live with me. Maybe she was right; maybe it was too soon for that.

  “Are you still thinking about getting divorced?” I asked.

  Belle gave me a surprised look. “I wasn’t thinking about it,” she said. She shrugged. “Seems like a lot of hassle for no reason. It’s not like there’s someone else that I’m looking to marry. We might as well stay husband and wife, at least for now. Until we see where this is all heading.”

  I was surprised at how relieved I felt about that. I didn’t like the idea of us getting divorced. It almost felt like we were breaking up that way. And even though this had just been a fake marriage, all for the sake of getting that inheritance money, I couldn’t help liking the fact that we were married. We were committed to one another, in some way, for better or for worse.

  In sickness and in health, and all of that.

  Still, it was one more thing I was sure we were going to have to fight with Ray about. He would feel like I had tricked him or somehow tricked Belle. He would feel like I had broken his trust. And I hated that.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Belle said softly, and I looked up at her. “He means well, and I know he knows you’ll be good for me,” she continued.

  “I hope you’re right.”

  For a moment, I had that same feeling, like Belle had something she wanted to say but was holding herself back. I wanted to press her, to ask if maybe she had real feelings for me, if maybe she wanted more than just a simple relationship just as much as I did. But our food arrived just then, and I let it go. One thing at a time. Tell Ray about our relationship first. Then figure out where to go from here.

  The ride back to New Mexico was long. I went a little faster than I had on the way over to Texas, but it still seemed like the road stretched out forever. But when we arrived in Las Cruces, I immediately started wishing that we were still out there on the road, cruising along. Because now, back here, I had to face Ray. And I wasn’t sure I was read
y to do that.

  I drove slowly up the street to Ray’s house, overly aware of Belle’s arms around my waist, of the ways in which we had explored each other’s touch over the last few days. It seemed like we had been gone forever, but it wasn’t long enough when I saw Ray standing there in the doorway of his house, watching as I parked the bike.

  “Welcome home,” he called.

  I felt dread settle in the pit of my stomach. That was the moment I realized I couldn’t be this selfish, that I couldn’t take his daughter away from him like this. That I wasn’t ready to face his wrath. He had been so good to me, helping me out when I was first getting started in the MC, and now helping me again, by letting me marry his daughter just so that I could get my hands on my inheritance.

  Sure, this helped him as well. He needed the money to keep the MC running. To keep the Unknowns from running us all out of town. But he didn’t need to lend me his daughter to do it. He could have suggested someone else. I was sure I could have found someone else to stand in for my wife if I had really tried to.

  The only reason Ray had let me use Belle for this was because he trusted me to keep his daughter safe. And I had failed at that. I hadn’t been able to protect her from myself, to keep her clean of my carnal desires.

  I walked slowly up the front walk behind Belle, feeling like I might be sick.

  36

  Belle

  I spent the whole ride back to Las Cruces kicking myself for not telling Will what I was really feeling. Of course I wanted to move in with him. Of course I didn’t want to get divorced. I loved him. I was surer of it than ever. But I was afraid that if I said those words, that would be the end of this thing between us, and I didn’t want that to happen.

  At least we were going to talk to Dad about our relationship. I didn’t think I could keep it a secret anymore. As soon as Dad asked me how the weekend was, I was going to tell him all about it. Maybe not all about it. There were certain things he didn’t need to know about. But he would be able to tell that I liked Will. That I had had a good time with him, in more ways than just having fun at the amusement park together.