Connected in Pain : A Motorcycle Club Romance Trilogy of Crow & Rylynn

by Ryan Michele

  I decided to speak. “Actually, my inner hellcat was let loose, and I climbed him like a tree.”

  Chuckles spread through the guys, and I was happy they got my meaning. Like I said, sometimes people got it and other times they didn’t.

  Crow’s grip tightened putting pressure at my chest, gaining me his attention. “Had you purrin’ just fine,” he said slowly in my ear nipping my lobe. My knees tried to give out, but I held strong.

  “Never said you didn’t.” Then I turned my head around to him and peered into his eyes. “Why are you here? Rebellion is three and a half hours away.” I winked. “Or three if I’m driving.”

  His eyes flared in that sexy way, like when he came deep inside me. “Club business.”

  I broke his spell by turning back to the guys. Those were the magic words for me to shut up and mind my own business. “Right. Okay, I need to get to my Jeep so I’m ready to roll when this guy leaves.”

  Crow’s arm tensed, but didn’t release me. “You think for one fuckin’ second I’m lettin’ you go so you can follow this asshole to his piece or wherever? I’ll tie you to the back of my bike before that happens, Pixie.”

  I smirked, kind of liking that idea, and turned in his arms. “While I’m happy to be tied up, I need to get the goods on this guy, or by the way this is going, not getting the goods on him so I can close this case and get paid.”

  “That’s. Not. Gonna. Happen,” Crow growled. He had to bend down slightly to get in my face, and I was a tall woman. It made the movement all that more intriguing. His words should piss me off as he was again telling me what I was going to do; instead, they made me wet. Full out if I could get some friction between my legs, I’d come, wet.

  Shit, all this guy had to do was breathe on me and I was turned on. Touch me and I wanted to purr like a damn kitten.

  Off to the side a car started up, and I swung my head to the noise seeing it was my guy. I tried to break out of Crow’s arms, but he refused.

  “Crow. Let me go. That’s my guy!”

  I felt my body jolt as Crow fell back into the wall. His arms came up capturing mine, and one of his legs swung around pinning me to him. He had me completely and totally under his control.

  Glaring at him, my nostrils flared as I turned just in time to see my guy drive out of the lot.

  My eyes went back to Crow’s to see him grinning. “Told ya, you’re done with this.”

  “Are you telling me, a man whom I’ve slept with once, that I’m done with a job?”

  “Yep.”

  My glare turned into a snarl. “Do I come to your clubhouse and tell you that you can’t do your job?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then what makes you think you can do it to me?”

  I struggled a little to try to get free, but he had me captured so I stopped since it wasn’t worth my energy when a bigger argument was meant to be had.

  Crow looked over my shoulder and spoke, “Call the prospects. Get them on the road to get Ry’s Jeep.”

  “What?” I hissed. “There’s no reason for them to drive three hours to get a car when I’m standing right here and can drive perfectly fine.”

  “On it,” heard one of the guys say as I glared at the man in front of me.

  “Told you, you’re on the back of my bike.”

  I felt my body tense because he didn’t say that. He said he would tie me to him on his bike. Being around bikers my whole life, I’d heard lots of different terms. Some of my father’s associates used and others they did not. This was one that wasn’t said much around me at home, but I knew what it meant.

  I knew that the words were powerful and held so much meaning my chest clenched at the though. ‘Being on the back of a man’s bike’ meant he wanted me. As in me with him. He couldn’t be serious. It didn’t make any sense whatsoever. We’d had one night together. One hot, amazing night, but there was no way he meant what I’d thought.

  “Crow?”

  “We’re goin’ back to your hotel. Now.”

  “But, Crow…”

  “No, Rylynn. Not fuckin’ playin’ with you.” His tone was dead serious, and I knew from experience this was something I couldn’t cute or sass my way out of. Shit.

  His head lifted as he looked behind me. “Recon. Get back to the hotel. Meet in the morning.”

  “Oh shit,” I heard from someone. Then a “Got it boss.” And a “On it.”

  It was Brewer who came up and stood beside us, his focus on Crow, not me. “This what you want?”

  Crow’s eyes turned sharply to his brother and I tensed, the effect hitting me in the gut. Yeah, Crow wasn’t playing here. Not one little bit.

  “Got it,” Brewer said. “Call if ya need anything.”

  “Later,” Crow growled then turned back to me. His lips came down hard on mine, stealing my breath just like all the kisses he’d given me before. My body began to relax at the feel, but just as soon as he started, he pulled away.

  “Back of my bike, Ry. Now.”

  At the intensity and overall aura around him, I just nodded as he let me go, but grabbed my hand and dragged me around the building. I tugged a bit, his head whipping around. “Crow, I need my bag.”

  Motorcycles just started up, and Crow whistled loudly gaining their attention. “Bag!” he called out, and one of the brothers tossed it in our direction. I made a move to grab it, but Crow’s hand was out and beat me to it. He reached in and grabbed my keys, tossing them back to the guy.

  Shit. The man was as serious as a heart attack. But I wasn’t scared; no, I was intrigued. This man, huge and imposing, was a mystery, and I always loved a good puzzle. This was bad. Very, very bad.

  “Thank you,” I whispered as he handed it to me, only letting me go to get on his bike. I didn’t dilly and swung my leg over the ride, wrapping my arms around his stomach.

  “Where?” he asked before firing the bike up.

  “Holiday Inn on West Court.”

  He nodded as if he knew this area well, fired up the bike, and we took off like a shot. This was different than our first ride together. That time we were both horny as hell and wanted to be fucking as soon as physically possible.

  I rubbed my pussy back and forth over his seat trying to get the friction I needed to come. It was out of reach though that night.

  This time, I was able to enjoy the ride with Crow.

  My body was thrumming for him, but it was knowing the pleasure we could give each other that made me relax and take everything in.

  What in the fuck was going on here? Oh yeah, I was in serious trouble.

  12

  Crow

  She was going over my knee first thing when we stepped into that room. Working a job in a town she didn’t know on her own, and unless she had a fucking gun in her bag, she was out of her damn mind. Hell, even with it she was.

  Rylynn should know better than most what could happen to a woman out on her own without anyone at her back. She’d lived this life. It wasn’t a shock or a surprise. She didn’t get all jumpy with anything about the club. When I told her club business, she shut it down quickly. She knew and fuck if that didn’t feel good.

  With her being this fucking smart, why in the fuck was she doing this shit? While she looked like she could handle herself, with her toned arms and legs, I didn’t like it. I didn’t like her being alone. I didn’t like her in any ounce of danger. I just didn’t fucking like it. It only took one second, one act, and she’d be dead. The thought of that made me sick to my stomach.

  The bike swung into the parking lot, and I felt Rylynn’s head twist this way, no doubt looking for the car that asshole was in. Sure enough, I saw it off to the right parked. Rylynn must’ve seen it too because she sank into me.

  Parking, she got off and I followed behind.

  “Crow,” she started, but I interrupted, “Room key and number,” holding out my hand. She dug in her back jeans pocket and pulled out a white card handing it to me.

  “Four seventeen.” She
didn’t hesitate and I pushed us through the lobby to the elevator, up and into her room. Not until the door latched behind me did I turn to Rylynn who looked like a deer in headlights. It made me wonder what I looked like.

  Tearing off my leather I prowled to her. She was my prey, and I needed inside of her. Now.

  “Crow. What…”

  “Clothes off. Now.”

  Her eyes widened and beautiful lips parted. Fuck, she was sexy, my cock already trying to escape and meet its target. I didn’t make it wait long as off came my boots, socks, jeans, underwear and shirt in seconds.

  “Holy shit,” Rylynn whispered, eyes wide, nipples hard through her shirt showing me just how aroused she was.

  “You’re still dressed,” I said expectantly, but her expression was filled with awe. “Not like you haven’t seen me before, babe.” I stalked to her watching as she swallowed hard liking what she saw.

  “Right, but you never tore your clothes off like they were burning your skin before.”

  Reaching her I whipped off her shirt and tugged at her bra, getting it to release her breasts giving a soft bounce. “That’s because they were.”

  Capturing her lips with mine, I divested her of the rest of her clothes, wrapping my arms around her body and bringing her down on the bed with me. Curving her under by body, my hands roamed taking extra time at her nipples, pulling and pinching.

  To this she released me and gasped out for air, but I captured her lips once again needing to taste her again and again. I missed this. As fucked up as it was, I missed her.

  Fuck. Since I’d left her, hadn’t felt like fucking anyone, which was bizarre. Getting laid had never been a problem. Then having Carley suck me off did nothing.

  This, though.

  I was damn ready to go all fucking night.

  Rylynn. Fuck me. She was heaven, somewhere I never knew I’d have the pleasure of enjoying, but since I was there I would to the fullest.

  Her hands roamed my body, nails scratching down my back as I fell between her legs and thrust inside of her in one deep penetration. The feel of her was even better than before. Slick, tight, and wet. The perfect pussy. She stilled, pulling away from my lips and arching her back with a moan as she stretched for me.

  Knew I was a big man and gave her a moment to acclimate.

  Lifting to my knees, I pulled her legs up with my forearms practically bending her in half, her pussy and ass up in the air perfect for the taking. Driving my cock down in her hard, screams fell from her lips and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her hands gripped my biceps with so much force her nails drew blood. But I didn’t give a fuck. Blood could be pouring out of me everywhere and I wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

  My need for her was too great. It was too close to the surface, and there was no control left. Her sleek, wet pussy wrapped around me and clenched my cock over and over as she fell over the cliff calling out my name, her body spasming to the point of shaking. Her eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body.

  Not waiting a single second, I pushed into the root, burying myself inside her and came hard. With each drop of my come entering her body, the tension in mine slowly began to melt away. Everything riding on my shoulders relaxed. Every problem that weighed on my mind disappeared. It was as if I were riding through the hills once again. Feeling free. Feeling at peace.

  My weight fell down on her body, her arms going out to her sides, and I could feel her chest rising and falling with breaths. As her body shook, I took a few moments to bury my head in her neck inhaling her wild scent and putting it deep in my memory banks as a refresher. I swore her smell followed me when we parted before, but now having it fresh again, the craving for her magnified.

  Wanting to stay buried inside of her, I flipped us so she was on top, my cock still inside semi-hard inside her and ready to go again. The relaxation of the orgasm was fantastic, but I needed to know that she was alright.

  “Fucked you hard. You okay, Pixie?”

  Her body shook with laughter, and I took that as a sign she didn’t break because it was hard. “Great,” she mumbled, lifting her head and resting her chin on my chest. “You know I would’ve come with you without all this pomp and circumstance.”

  “Pomp and circumstance?” I mimicked, amused.

  “Yeah. All the drama back at the diner.”

  My brow quirked. “Sorry to tell ya, but you instigated that shit. Being all pissed off when I told you about not following that guy.”

  “Yep. And now that you bring it up, I’m still not over that shit.”

  Wrapping my arms tight around her, I said, “Too fucking bad.”

  “You’re not my keeper.”

  This pissed me off. “Never said I was, but maybe you need one.”

  “Need one? Are you serious right now?”

  Lifting up, my lips touched her briefly. “As a heart attack.”

  “I’ll be sure to put that on my to-do list when I get back home.”

  This made me chuckle. “Next to batteries for your dildo.”

  Her hand came up and smacked her head. “I knew I forgot something. I have this one that has a suction cup on the end. I stick it on the wall and fuck myself with it.”

  My cock jumped still inside her, and she gasped. “Awe, did I stir up the bear?”

  Fuck, the thought of watching her fuck herself on a huge cock with mine in her mouth was painful and made me want to run out and find a sex shop so that memory would be stuck in my head forever.

  “You’re slick already. Knew you’d be happy you came.”

  Her eyes rolled. “Really? You’re the one who ordered me on your bike.”

  “You came.”

  “Like I had a choice.”

  I felt my chest get tight. “You always have a choice, but I knew in your eyes you wanted this just as fuckin’ much as I did.”

  “I did.”

  “Then what the fuck?” I really wanted to know what the deal was here. We both got exactly what we wanted, even if she didn’t want to admit it right then. I’d give her time to sort out her head while I fucked everything out of her.

  “It’s my job, Crow. You can’t be pissed at that.”

  Cupping the back of her neck, her silky hair feathered through my fingers, another thing of hers that I missed. “Not pissed you’re doin’ your job. Pissed you don’t have a man at your back during that shit. Pissed that this guy could be a sick fuck, find out you’re tailin’ him, and fuck you up. Pissed that your father or Cruz hasn’t put a man on your back to do this shit.”

  She lifted a little higher and her eyes changed, expression becoming hard. The post-orgasm feeling sweeping clean away from her. “First, I’m not yours to worry about.” I squeezed her hard, not liking the sound of this. Not liking her shutting me down one fucking bit. She continued, “Second, my father wanted a prospect to come with me when I first started, but since this isn’t club business he understood my view of this.”

  “I have a very hard time thinking Rhys would just understand when it comes to his kid putting herself out there in any way, shape, or form.”

  She sucked in her bottom lip showing a slight vulnerability, but her shoulders lifted contradicting herself. “Look, it wasn’t a good time. But we had it out and when he wouldn’t let up I stopped telling anyone except two of my people what I was doing. It’s worked out well so far.”

  In other words, she was keeping it from the club, and it pissed me off because Rhys was far from a stupid man. He had to know what the fuck was going on with his daughter. “I don’t like it.”

  “And you have no say.”

  A growl rumbled up my chest again, not appreciating her trying to shut me out. No one shut me out, and Rylynn was going to learn that fact. “My cock inside you?”

  She wiggled her ass. “Yep.”

  “That means I do.”

  “Nope. I’m not one of your whores in your club. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. We don’t work like that. W
e fuck. That’s it.”

  “Do ya wanna make a bet on that one?” I felt my anger rising, and my body tensed feeling it coming. I always had a say so, and with Rylynn a fucking bigger one that even I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit yet. She would be safe, dammit. We didn’t just fuck, and she knew it. She had to feel it too.

  “Crow, let’s just have fun tonight, and then I need to head back to Sumner. I’ve got other cases that need my attention. You helped me out, and I’m grateful for that. My cover at least isn’t blown. But there’s no need to make this any more than what it is. A fun time between two people.”

  The deep growl came up through my throat vibrating my chest, my hands gripping her tighter. Women leaving my bed had never been an issue before. Fuck them and out. That had been my way since high school. I’d had my fair share of pussy, but not a single one of those women drew me in like Rylynn did. Wanting her, craving her, and desiring her every fucking moment. Not even Sophia had done that, and I thought when I was young she’d be my wife one day, which never happened.

  Women came and went.

  Never. Not one time did I want to grab a woman, tie her to my bed, and fuck her brains out every single second of the day, not letting her come up for air the entire time. Rylynn though, I’d love to do exactly that, but I couldn’t because only tomorrow was free since the next day was the run for Xavier and Marcus, and that couldn’t be missed. Fuck really, I didn’t have that time either way considering all the other shit polluting our lives that I should’ve gone back to Rebellion to take care of.

  Between Rook’s mess, Sophia’s new man, trying to find stupid Berry, getting Jenny in rehab, and making sure my kid was safe the plate was overfilled.

  Maybe if I could fuck her out of my system, everything would go back to normal. The craving for her would mellow and not be every second of the fucking day. That was what I hadn’t realized while being back in Rebellion; Rylynn was always there under my skin just laying in wait to burst out. She was who I’d thought about before going to sleep and fuck me, that was a stark realization that hit me like a damn boulder.