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

by Ryan Michele

  Even without the time, I was going to make it. The phone was a powerful thing and it would get used a lot. “Tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night. Leave that next morning.”

  “What?” she asked, her breath catching at the end of the word. Her heart picked up rhythm against my chest as I felt the rapid thumps. She liked the idea.

  “That time. Me and you in this bed. Only leavin’ for food.” And for me to handle business, but I left that part out.

  “So, you want me to stay here so you can fuck me delirious?”

  I smiled, thinking that was at the top of the goal list. “Fuck yeah.”

  Her body wiggled against mine, my cock twitching. “Told you, I have to work.”

  “And I told you, I want you here with me.” The demand was clear. No wouldn’t be an option. I had shit that needed to be done too and on high priority, but I was cutting out time for her, and she would for me as well.

  Her eyes flared, that burn of independence and defiance shooting right to my cock. Fuck, everything she did made me hard enough to pound nails.

  “And I want a money tree in my backyard to spring from the depths of Tinkerbell’s ass; doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen.” She slid me out, rolled off me, landing on her back and looking up at the ceiling, arm going over her forehead. “Why?”

  “Why?” For some reason, I wanted to burst out laughing. She really needed the answer to this question? I’d thought it was pretty clear considering my cock lay heavy and hard on my abs. The fucking woman was gorgeous with an abundance of tits and ass. She had to know she was hot and I desired her.

  She turned to her side resting her elbow into the bed and head on her hand. “Yeah, why? You could get anyone to fuck you, Crow. You sure as hell don’t need me.”

  Grabbing Rylynn, she fit under me like she was meant to be there, every curve of hers complementing mine. My lips crashed on to hers, giving her a taste once again of the desire I had for her. Then I proceeded to show her exactly why I needed her. Come hell or high water, she wasn’t leaving and if she tried, I’d tear the sheets into strips and tie her to the fucking bed.

  “This is so good,” Rylynn moaned as strings of mozzarella cheese fell off the pizza, making a path from her lips to the food. She tried getting it all in her mouth, but there was too much and she needed her finger to help twirl it, then sucked it off. It was pizza foreplay and thoughts of me shoving the pizza box onto the floor and fucking her came directly to mind.

  “Why is it I’m hard just from watching you eat?”

  She shrugged, chewing, swallowing, then saying, “Because I’m a sexy bitch.”

  A chuckle escaped me. It was another thing that Rylynn gave me, the easy humor like we’d known each other for years instead of only weeks. Really only a couple of days. It was a challenge of getting one over on her and seeing her smile. It was just her. She was relaxed and comfortable in her own skin.

  We’d fucked twice more before Rylynn claimed that if she didn’t get food she was going to pass out, making some smartass comments about the queen needing sustenance making me laugh again. Since I wanted to have a marathon fucking night, we ordered food and had it delivered, but it was late.

  Since my brothers and I found her before we could eat, I was pretty fucking starved too. So while we waited, I ate her. She was full of shit about not having energy because her hips moved in time with my lips, tongue, and teeth pulling another screaming orgasm out of her. All the while her taste filled my mouth. It was like an addiction.

  “Yeah, Pixie. You are.”

  “Now that we’re actually talking and you don’t have your cock in some hole of mine, how have you been?”

  Shoveling in my slice, chewing then swallowing, I answered, “Good, Pixie. Goin’ day by day. You?”

  She threw her crust into the box and picked up another slice. “Got three new cases I’m workin’ on, and my sister thinks I can change my father’s mind about her going to a friend’s house. All in all steady.” The pizza didn’t have a chance as she took a huge bite. It was nice she didn’t have an aversion to food. Some women only ate salads because they were afraid of not being skin and bones. Me, I’d always loved a woman. Rounded with tits and ass. Rylynn’s food settled in all the right places on her, and I’d order as many pizzas as she wanted to keep her the way she was. She was confident in her body, sitting naked eating. Fuck, I liked that.

  “How long have you been doing this?”

  She swallowed, wiping her mouth with a tissue. “Since I was sixteen.”

  Food lodged in my throat at this declaration. “You’re fuckin’ shittin’ me.”

  “Nah. It was little stuff like finding a friend’s car that her parents ended up stealing because they found out she was at a party drunk with boys, or finding out who started some rumor, which ended up being the chick’s best friend. She wanted her boyfriend. I didn’t get into the good stuff that paid until I turned eighteen, but doing it early put my name out there. It helped.”

  “So you’re what? Twenty-five, twenty-six?”

  She laughed full out, tossing the pizza into the box and wiping her hands on the Kleenex we found in the room. “You really want the answer to this, Crow?”

  I wasn’t sure if this answer would change anything, but… “Well, you’re not fuckin jailbait so yeah.”

  “I’m nineteen. I’ll be twenty in a month.”

  My hand stilled, the slice of pizza beginning to droop down, but I was too stunned. She was closer to my son’s age, not that it mattered, but she didn’t act like she was that young. She had a maturity about her that spoke volumes. Maybe that was from growing up in this life and seeing what she saw and how things were. “What?”

  “Nineteen, Crow.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “What, an old guy like you can’t keep up?” she joked, and my pizza was tossed into the box which was shoved off the bed. I tackled her while she giggled and laid my body on top of hers, smothering her with my heat.

  Falling between her legs, there was no preamble. There was no touching. All there was, was my cock thrusting inside of her hard and fast. Her hands came up to touch me, and I pinned them down clasping our fingers together.

  Her body shuddered under me as her neck arched giving me a beautiful view of her smooth neck. Not missing a beat with that invitation, my lips went to her throat kissing, nipping, sucking and feeling each of her breaths as I stirred her up.

  She was on the cusp, and I pulled out only leaving the very tip of my cock inside of her. Her eyes shot up to mine. “Don’t stop.”

  To this I smiled. “This old guy can’t keep up, remember.”

  She glared. “Not funny, Crow. Fuck me already.”

  Slamming into her, I pulled back out only leaving the tip in once again.

  “Asshole!” Rylynn yelled as she tried to fight for her hands to be freed, no doubt to scratch the shit out of me to get her way. Too bad that wasn’t happening.

  “You gotta problem with our ages?”

  Her glare turned to ice. “That’s it. Move off of me so I can finish myself off.”

  I didn’t budge. “You’re with me—my cock, fingers, or tongue are the only things inside of you.”

  She growled so deep it shook my chest. I liked this, keeping her on edge until I was ready to let her have it.

  “Did you forget your Wheaties this morning? Not enough energy to finish the job?” She’d changed tactics on me going for smartass. Unlucky for her, I liked that part of her even more.

  “Three big bowls. We’re goin’ all night.”

  My hips moved up just a touch pressing inside her, then retreated. Fuck, it was torture for me not to slip balls deep inside of her, but I had something to prove.

  She wiggled her hips trying to get me further in, but I didn’t allow that. “What do you want?” This was on a shout of utter frustration. A light sheen of sweat glistened off her forehead.

  “Answer my question.”

  “What was that again? I mean, I have
a cock inside of me and an orgasm only a thrust away.”

  Another chuckle escaped. “Why am I laughing while fucking you?”

  “Don’t know, but you’re not fucking me,” she retorted.

  “Do you have an issue with our ages?”

  “Fuck no.” The declaration came out fierce and immediate. She was telling the truth. “Now fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

  I continued with the short movements keeping her right there on the edge ready to tumble over into the abyss of pleasure. Saying nothing, I just stared down into her green eyes that right now looked like a dragon about to breathe fire.

  Fuck, something else to turn me on with.

  “What? Did you want something?” Like there needed to be one more thing.

  The noise from her lips was low and guttural as she bucked her hips trying to get me off. Too bad for her I weighed probably double what she did. There was no way she’d get what she wanted.

  “You really are a dick. Maybe you should put a condom over your head.”

  My head flew back as I laughed all the while she struggled, not liking this one bit. Her words, though. Condom. Fuck. The realization hit, I hadn’t used a single one with Rylynn. Actually, anytime I’d been inside of her, I hadn’t gloved up.

  My first kid came from being young and stupid not using protection. I learned my lesson and gloved up every time after that. Still had no fucking idea how Jenny got pregnant. My luck she put holes in the rubbers. After the test said Van was mine it was too late, and I wouldn’t trade anything for my baby girl.

  But Rylynn. Fuck.

  “Pixie.” Her eyes blazed up. “Haven’t used a condom.” I watched her expressions trying to take her pulse on this fact. She gave nothing away. “You on the pill?”

  Her jaw got hard, then relaxed. “I have an IUD. You clean?”

  “Always wrap up. Last time tested clean.”

  “Fuck.” Her arms went slack and body relaxed, catching me off guard.

  “What?”

  Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”

  Releasing her fingers, I cupped her face until she was looking directly at me and pushed in all the way to the root, connecting us in every way possible. She groaned, and I waited for her eyes to come to mine. This was serious, and she needed to know I wasn’t fucking around.

  “No. I glove up and get tested. No way I’m goin’ out due to some kind of STD.”

  “You didn’t with me.”

  “No, I didn’t. You’re different.”

  She let out a large puff of air, and I thought for sure she was going to come back with something smartass about me telling all the women that she was different and I was going to have to spank her ass, but she surprised me by saying, “I believe you.”

  That left part of my chest warmed as I began to move my hips. Her hands came to my neck, while mine kept her face on me. Close. Connected. One. Fuck, it was nice.

  Her face went soft as she didn’t take her gaze off me. There was something big happening here. The connection between us was so damn strong, there felt like this pull to her like no other. She was burrowing herself deeper inside of me every second we spent together.

  Leaning down, I gave her a soft kiss, my hips still moving in and out. Her hands gripped my neck tighter. Fuck, that felt good.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered so softly.

  “Eyes on me,” I ordered, swirling my hips. This set her off as she flew, her eyes never leaving mine. This took effort because she wanted to close them so damn bad, but she forced them to stay wide open. She allowed me to see the beauty that was Rylynn. Her passion and heart. Everything right there on the surface ready to be held close. Begging me to take a hold and never let her go. Jesus.

  “Beautiful,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly continuing to move as I felt mine coming. This wasn’t hard or fast. It was slow and intense. I’d fucked her every time we’d been together. This wasn’t that, nowhere close. She was a burr that kept going deeper and deeper in my skin, making a home there not wanting to leave.

  As I came, my eyes never left her soft, sated ones. We built a bridge in that moment. One that was sturdy with the beginnings of a strong foundation to continue to grow, expand, and see where it would take us.

  We had a day to see if what was between her and I was a fluke or something real on both sides of the coin. I needed to use my time wisely.

  13

  Rylynn

  A phone rang waking me from a deep slumber. Sunlight poured in through the large crack in the curtains that we failed to close up tight before we passed out. Not that either of us would’ve attempted to move, because we couldn’t. The man sure as hell knew what he was doing.

  The clock said ten forty-five, meaning we only had four hours of sleep. My body felt it.

  “Crow,” he answered as I closed my eyes trying to chase sleep once again. It was right there on the cusp and only part of me was able to make it. The other part wouldn’t shut the hell up.

  Crow had fucked me so many times during the night parts of my body throbbed because they hadn’t ever been used so much. I was completely worn out and happily sated. Happy, content, at peace—all these emotions I hadn’t felt since before losing my grandpa. This was a solace for some reason I could only find with Crow. It wasn’t just the sex that did it, though. He made me smile and gave a shit what I did in my life. Sure, he didn’t like me tailing men, but that didn’t mean I’d ever stop.

  Shaking my head to clean out my thoughts, I focused on the sex because that was all this could be, and getting emotions involved was stupid as hell with a man like Crow. It was a setup for shit things to happen. Like I didn’t know a broken heart. Because that was where I was headed if these thoughts didn’t shut the fuck up.

  Crow knew exactly how to bring every bit of pleasure out of me. Sometimes it paid to have an older, experienced man to really make your body sing.

  Out of all the times we fucked, there was once when it was something more. I felt like it was a dangerous game I was playing letting myself read into things, but I wasn’t one to look for more. I felt it, though. The time when he told me not to look away from him as I came and he did the same. No, that time he’d made love to me. There was a huge difference from every other time, and I felt it in every way possible.

  While we stared in each other’s eyes finding our releases, my heart squeezed and tears threatened to escape, but I held them in. Barely.

  There was definitely something between the two of us. Not only were we combustible, there was deep feeling there as well. One that excited me and scared the shit out of me at the same time. Sex, Rylynn. Pull your head out of your ass. You know better than this.

  “Bring me Rylynn’s keys and head home. Prepare and I’ll meet you tomorrow before.”

  Cryptic words that didn’t take a rocket scientist with a fancy degree hanging on the wall to figure out. Whatever their business was, it was here not in Rebellion. That was why he had time to stay, because his brothers would be back and he’d meet up with them then. Sometimes it was scary how well I knew this life.

  “Right,” he said then told whoever was on the phone where we were and gave them our room number. “Later,” he called out, and I heard the phone clatter on the side table.

  Strong arms pulled me against a hard, warm body. His hand started playing with my nipple, swirling around the tip so feather light, then pulling. I groaned. “Crow… I need to sleep.” It was true, but my body was ready to get up and join the show.

  “You can sleep when you’re dead.” His hand skated down between my legs giving my clit a roll and a glide, waking my body up once again. Traitorous bitch!

  “Fine. But you’re doin’ the work and then I sleep.”

  “Done,” he decreed and proceeded to show me exactly why sleeping when you’re dead was a good way to go.

  My phone rang with the tone I gave all my clients so I could tell who was calling, just from the r
ing. There were three family and friends or something to do with work. It was simple. The well-defined arm around me tightened as I reached over to the nightstand, grabbing my phone and seeing the name Cindy, the woman whose husband I lost last night. Double shit.

  I’m sorry. I wanted to get laid so following your husband took a back seat to an alpha male with a solid body that makes me scream and body sing. Therefore, what you’re paying me to do doesn’t matter.

  Umm. No.

  “Hello.”

  “Rylynn. What did you find?”

  Letting out a sigh, I wiggled my ass into Crow trying to get him to let me go, but it backfired as his hand snaked around my hip to my stomach. I clenched my legs together tight, and I could feel his body shake from laughter. Damn man knew what I wanted, but he had other ideas.

  Unable to tell him to take a long jump off a short pier, I had to answer Cindy. “Absolutely nothing, Cindy. He went directly to the hotel alone, went to the office, went to dinner on his own. There was no other woman.”

  “I just don’t believe that. Did he go back to the hotel after dinner?”

  Since I didn’t know exactly if he pulled off the side of the road and grabbed a hooker on the way, which I highly doubted, he was that boring. I answered, “Yep. Found nothing, Cindy, at all.”

  “Really?”

  “Wouldn’t lie to ya.”

  Her long exhale came through the line. “Okay, can you send the bill to me at work. I can email you the address.”

  “That mean you want to close it out?”

  “For now. We’re having a really tight month, but I needed to know. Thank you.” Relief swarmed me like a thousand butterflies. Not only would I be paid, there was no going after him again. Bonus was fucking Crow all night. A win-win in my book. Guess coming here ended up being exactly what I needed.

  “Any time.”

  “Well, I hope never again. I’ll email you the address,” she retorted, and I couldn’t blame her one bit.