Red Eyes MC: Books 1 - 3

by Grey, Blair

  As though reading my mind, Marcus slowed his thrusts even further. When he wanted to, he could have the speed and the force of a piston, his hips jetting back and forth, his dick slicing in and out of me, cutting me in half, cleaving me into a state of pleasure that I had never felt before.

  But there was something incredibly intimate about doing it this way. Like every moment mattered, like each slow drag of his skin inside of me was something to savor, something to remember.

  His fingers found their way between my legs again, and I cried out, my fingers sliding down his arms as I tried to find something to anchor myself to. He pinned me back against the wall, his lips hot against my neck, against my jaw, moving tantalizingly slow along my skin, the perfect counterpoint to the movements of his hips.

  It all sped up at once. I clung to him as he changed the rhythm, changed the force behind his thrusts, and sent me spiraling ever higher. I had already cum once, and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to again. Did I have enough left in me? I couldn’t even tell.

  I trembled against him, my teeth chattering as though I was cold, even though the water spilling all around us was hot enough to make the entire bathroom steamy.

  It was certainly steamy there in the shower, with Marcus grinning at me with that devilish charm of his.

  We came at the same time, our bodies convulsing as one, Marcus’s groan joining my hoarse cry of ecstasy. In that perfect moment, it felt like time had stopped, like we might stay twined there forever in absolute, white-hot bliss. I could feel Marcus cumming, spilling wave after wave of his seed first inside of me and then, as he slipped out of my depths, against my leg, the sticky liquid washed away by the cascading shower.

  It was a long moment before I could breathe again. I forced open my eyes, hardly remembering that I had closed them. Marcus pulled me into a tight hug, cradling me against his chest, kissing my hair.

  I love you, love you, love you. It echoed all around us like the droplets from the shower against the drain, and I smiled against his skin.

  Marcus pulled back and grabbed a loofah, squirting some body gel onto it. Then, he started to wash my whole body, starting with my shoulders and breasts and ending with my toes. There was something soothing to the rhythm of it, a rhythm that matched that slow rhythm of his hips. Gentle circles, all across my flushed skin.

  We didn’t say a word as we changed places beneath the spray.

  Finally, Marcus broke the silence with a soft laugh. I laughed as well, unable to help it. We grinned goofily at one another until Marcus shut off the shower, herding me out into a big, soft, fluffy towel. “Was that what you were looking for this morning?” he asked.

  I cocked my head to the side like I was thinking about it. “Hmm, follow that up with some breakfast, and I might just promise to love you forever,” I told him mock-seriously.

  Marcus laughed and sighed, just as teasing. “It’s never enough with you, is it?”

  I reached out and stroked one finger down his soft member. “Oh, it’s enough,” I said, this time very serious.

  Marcus snorted. “So not what I meant,” he said, but he pulled me into his arms again, towel and all, and kissed me soundly on the lips. “I’ll see what I can do about breakfast.”

  We both pulled on house clothes, sweatpants and T-shirts, and then padded into the kitchen. I busied myself with the coffee while he started making eggs. “Which are you hoping for?” he asked suddenly. “A Rachel or a Ray?”

  I groaned. “Those cannot be the name choices for our baby.”

  Marcus grinned at me, but it was clear that he was still waiting for my response.

  “A boy,” I finally said. “Someone that Gavin can be best friends with.”

  I had given a lot of thought to it, and there was more to it than that. I wanted a boy who could look up to Marcus. Who would one day grow up to be just as strong and handsome as his father. Of course, we’d have to keep a close eye on him. Make sure he didn’t get caught up in the wrong things, but I was pretty sure we could handle it.

  “You think Rachel and Gavin are going to follow us up to Portland?” Marcus asked, glancing over at me.

  “They might,” I said. “If not, I’m sure they’ll come to visit. And we’ll come back here to visit, too, won’t we?”

  “Of course we will,” he said, sounding surprised that I would even ask.

  I would miss Rachel, definitely. But again, this felt like one of those things that we just had to do.

  We were quiet for a moment, each thinking our separate thoughts. I watched Marcus’s deft hands as he chopped up vegetables to throw into the skillet.

  “I want a girl,” Marcus said after a moment. “Less to worry about.”

  I laughed. “Except that one day, she might decide to marry a biker dude who’s just like her father,” I said, winking at Marcus.

  Marcus snorted. “Hopefully we can raise her to have more sense than her mother,” he teased. “How about this, we’ll have a girl this time, and then we’ll give her a little brother. The boy won’t be able to be too terrible with his older sister to keep an eye out for him. And the girl will have to learn that the world doesn’t belong to her.”

  I giggled. “I like that idea,” I said, moving over to him and putting my arms around his waist, nuzzling into his shoulder. Then, I let go, stepping back so he could continue cooking. In my head, I was already picturing the family we would have. “Three little kids,” I said softly. “That’s what I want.”

  “Two,” Marcus said, but I knew he was mostly joking. “The most I’ll give you is two.”

  “Then I guess I’ll go right back to the sperm bank,” I said, winking at him.

  He burst out laughing, shaking his head.

  39

  Marcus

  Monday (months later)

  Our life in Portland couldn’t have been going better. Things weren’t perfect, of course. There had been a bit of a learning curve. Some days, Leila and I were still safely in what you might call the “honeymoon stage” of our relationship. Other days, it was like nothing I said was the right thing.

  That was partly to do with the pregnancy, too, though, and I tried not to let any of it get to me. I had learned pretty early on that if Leila was upset about something, I could always win her over with one of her favorite snacks. At least, when she wasn’t yelling at me for making her fat.

  We still hadn’t come up with a name for the little angel inside of her yet. We didn’t know the gender yet, either. We had decided to wait until the baby was born. A little surprise for the both of us, as though this whole pregnancy hadn’t been such a surprise to begin with.

  Things were working out well, though. We were both happy, even on our bad days.

  I finished up one of the classes I was teaching and turned to wipe down the board as the students filed out. When I turned back around, Ray was standing there in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” I asked in surprise. “I didn’t know you were coming for a visit.”

  Ray grinned at me and shrugged. “It seemed like a nice time of year for an extended ride,” he said. “And since I’ve started handing off some of the Red Eyes duties and doing more delegating, thanks to you, I’ve started trying to get out of Las Cruces more. See what the world has to offer. Figured I’d come visit you.” He wrinkled his nose. “Of course, the weather turned to shit right about the time I reached the state border.”

  I laughed and moved to give him a hug. “Yeah, it has a tendency to be pretty gloomy up here. For most of the year, from what we’ve seen.”

  That, too, had taken some getting used to. But to be honest, after the heat and sunshine of New Mexico, it was kind of nice to escape into the drizzly overcast of Oregon. At least for a little while. Until we figured out where we were off to next.

  “Never thought I’d see the day when you would be a professor,” Ray said, looking around the large classroom. “And they really cram the kids in here, huh?”

  “It’s a freshman seminar class,�
� I explained. “So it’s mandatory for all the incoming students, and they can’t find enough teachers to actually teach it.”

  “So the new guy gets stuck with it, is that how it works?” Ray asked, laughing.

  I shrugged, grinning ruefully at him. “To be honest, I like this one. Good group of kids. We have some good conversations.” I paused. “There are a couple of them whose heads I’d like to knock together, but they’re generally on their good behavior.”

  “Your tattoos probably scare them,” Ray said, shaking his head. He leaned back against my desk while I packed up my things. “So how’s that missus of yours doing? She popped yet?”

  “You’ll be the first to hear about it when she does,” I told him. “There’s probably a couple more weeks to go. Nothing more.”

  “Getting very real, huh?” Ray asked. “You nervous?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “Good,” Ray said seriously. “You should be.” He paused. “I’m still terrified for Belle most days, even though I know Will is taking very good care of her.”

  “Leila’s hoping for a boy,” I told him. “I’m just hoping we don’t screw the kid up, either way.”

  Ray waved his hand dismissively. “You’re probably going to do that anyway, but you’re going to make a great father.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “What about you?” I asked. “How are things going with the MC?”

  “They’re really good, actually,” Ray told me. He cleared his throat. “I still can’t thank you enough for everything you did with the Unknowns.”

  “They haven’t been back to bother you, have they?” I asked worriedly, wondering if he was up here to try to get me to do another favor. I didn’t really think that would be the case. He had been nothing but supportive when I told him that I wanted out. That I was too old to keep doing this and that I wanted to focus on my baby and my family.

  I think it was a decision that he sometimes wished he had made when Belle was young.

  “Nah, they’re not bothering us at all,” Ray said dismissively. “Nor is anyone else. We’ve reclaimed all the territory that we lost, and we’ve managed to make a deal with the sheriff, too. Things are going really well. And it’s all thanks to you.”

  Ray cleared his throat, looking as emotional as I had ever seen him. “I can be a pigheaded fool sometimes,” he said. “I get stuck in my ways. It didn’t help that I knew Lex from back before. I didn’t really want to tangle with him. Even if that was clearly what needed to happen.”

  I shook my head, finally deciding to just come right out and say it. “I’m not coming back,” I said. “If that’s why you’re here, to get me to help out with something or to try to delegate some of the work to me? I’m not coming back. My MC days are done.”

  Ray laughed. “I wouldn’t dare come up here to try and drag you back into it,” he promised. “I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you were appreciated. We all wanted to make sure you knew how much you were appreciated.”

  He led me over to the window and pointed out at a bike. “I know the weather is shit up here, but that’s for you. We all pitched in for the parts, and Will spent some time putting it all together. Surprisingly good with his hands, that one.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I can’t keep that.”

  “Yes, you can,” Ray said firmly. “You sent me pictures of the house, and I know you have a garage. Keep it in there for the few nice days you get. A little treat. Or else give it to your kid, when they’re big enough to ride one. Send them on a trip across the country. But I’m not taking it back down to Las Cruces with me. I already have a flight booked.”

  I continued to stare out at the bike for a long moment, trying not to get choked up.

  It had been hard, leaving everything behind. Those guys were still like my family, and now I never knew when I was going to see them again. If I was going to see them again. I was under no illusions: the things we did in Red Eyes, they were dangerous. They were the kind of things that could get a man in trouble. I never knew if I was going to see Cameron or Ray or Will or anyone else again.

  What’s more, now that the peace had been broken, I had a feeling it was only a matter of time before it was broken again. It was only a matter of time before the Unknowns came back to finish what they started, crawled out of whatever hole they had gone off to hide in. They’d need a new leader, sure. But Lex hadn’t been much of a leader to begin with.

  And if it wasn’t the Unknowns, it would be some other MC. Someone who wanted to challenge the best, who wanted to gain all the territory that we had painstakingly amassed over our years in Las Cruces.

  Or else the sheriff would crack down again and find some way to get everyone shipped off to prison, just like he’d originally threatened. You just never knew what might happen.

  I would stay away from them for the most part, because I didn’t want my kid dreaming of growing up and joining an MC. But also because the allure of that lifestyle was pretty great, too. I loved my life here with Leila, and I was looking forward to raising our family together. I was looking forward to many semesters here at the college. Teaching suited me in a way I had never expected.

  But there would always be some part of my heart that was born to run free. Some part of my soul that would always feel best when I had a bike thrumming between my legs as I hurtled down the highway with my destination unknown.

  Ray gave me a quick, thumping hug. “You’re a good guy, Marcus,” he said seriously. “Your father raised you well. And now it’s your turn to raise your own kid.” He paused. “But if you ever want a place in Red Eyes again, you know it’s there waiting for you. It’ll always be there, for as long as I’m around.”

  “Thanks, Ray,” I said honestly. “That means a lot to me.” And it did, even though I planned to never take him up on his offer. It still meant that I always had a home, somewhere out there.

  “Your Leila is a very lucky woman,” Ray said, shaking his head. “If you sacrifice half as much to your family as you did to the MC, you’ll do all right.”

  I laughed and knocked my shoulder against his. “Sacrificing for my family, it’s all that I’m good for,” I said, and even though I was laughing, I’m sure he knew I wasn’t joking. Because although that chapter was closed in my life, Red Eyes would always be my family. No matter what.

  Epilogue

  Marcus

  The day of Marcus and Leila’s daughter’s birth

  I rushed around the house, getting everything ready to go to the hospital. Leila’s water had finally broken. It was a few days after her due date, and she’d been getting crankier and crankier, threatening to go to “extreme” measures to get that baby out of her. Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that. Some of the stuff that she’d read online sounded like it would make her sick, rather than induce labor. And the last thing I needed was a sick, cranky, pregnant woman.

  We had put together the hospital bag weeks ago in anticipation, but now I felt like I was fumbling for everything. Bag, check. Keys, check. Jacket, check. I still felt like I was forgetting something.

  “Come on,” Leila said, and at first, I thought from her tone that she was just that annoyed with how slow I was being. But one good look at her face showed me just how much pain she was in. Another contraction, then. God, this was really happening.

  We were going to be parents.

  When Leila had first talked about having kids, I had been sure I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I wasn’t at that stage in my life. But over the past nine months, we had worked hard to get to that stage. I was pretty sure that Leila had read every book on newborns that had ever been written. I’d done my research as well, albeit not quite as thoroughly as she had. We had gone to birthing classes, and we had baby-proofed the house.

  Our house. Because we had moved up here to Portland together, to start a new life together.

  I couldn’t resist grabbing Leila and pulling her close as I walked to the front door. I kissed her forehead and smo
othed back her hair. “You’re amazing,” I told her, never ceasing to be amazed by how strong she was.

  Right now, she scowled at me. “Yeah, yeah, I love you, too,” she said. “But your timing sucks.” She was grimacing again. Was I supposed to be timing these things? Or would they handle all of that at the hospital?

  Oh god, I hoped we made it to the hospital. What the hell would I do if she started giving birth in the car? Did I even remember where the hospital was anymore?

  I was a nervous wreck by the time we made it there, and I could barely sit still to fill out the forms. “Give them to me,” Leila said, grabbing them out of my hands. She had seen a thousand of these forms over the years, and she quickly had all the pertinent information filled out. Then, she waddled up front and slammed them down on the counter. “Get me an epidural now,” she said to the scared-looking receptionist.

  “She’s not usually like this,” I promised, trying to herd Leila back to a seat.

  Meanwhile, I was still trying to think about what I had forgotten. Suddenly, I grabbed the camera out of the overnight bag. “Say cheese,” I said.

  “Get that thing out of my face now,” Leila said, glaring at me.

  “Come on, we’ll want to remember this later,” I told her, even though I was mostly just joking.

  Whatever she said in response, something that she was going to make me remember later, was lost as the doctor came back to get her and usher her into a room.

  We had agreed before that I wouldn’t be in the birthing room. I had protested at first. I wanted to be there to support her. But she had decided that she didn’t want me there. As she put it, why would I want to see all of that anyway?

  She probably knew what she was talking about. She didn’t specialize in childbirth, but I assumed she had seen one or two in her time, and she knew exactly what I would be looking at.