Gin's Longing Page 9

  “It’s Grace.” Gin’s tone is even but serious. I want to speak up and say it’s fine if Sage calls me Gracie, but I keep quiet. His arm lifts from my shoulders before Sage walks past Gin, smacking him on the back. Sauntering away without a word. “Fucking asshole,” Gin grumbles under his breath, then looks at me. “Get some good stories?” he asks before turning his gaze on Ellie and Buggs. I don’t get to answer him before he’s talking again. “Done taking now. Think your men’s laps are getting cold over there,” he says to the women, who take the hint and give me a quick smile before walking back over to their husbands.

  “I wasn’t going to dance topless,” I say, making him look down at me again.

  “Why not?” he asks with a smirk, but quickly schools it away. “Let’s get something to eat.” He gestures to the drink in my hand. “If that’s the same shit those two had before, you’ll need some food in your stomach.” He turns to lead the way, and like it’s something he does all the time, he takes my hand in his, linking our fingers together. I can feel the hesitation through his arm when he does. The “what the fuck did I just do?” But he doesn’t let go.

  We eat without much being said between us, but the table we sit at is full of laughter and stories. The kids running around only come to the table to grab a quick bite of something, then take off again to chase one another. There are five. Two of which are Ellie and Vin’s children, Anthony and Dawn. Then there’s Rock and Bugg’s boys, Mason and Jayce. The last one is Jake and Kimi’s little boy, Finn. His sister, Ella, has been passed around to all the women and is now with Ellie. This close-nit family pulls at my heart.

  When my parents died almost four years ago, I lost that feeling of being part of something. It hit me hard, and being pregnant at the time, it broke my heart that they would never get to meet my daughter and she would never meet them. But now sitting here with these people who knew my biological father, I feel content. Like my little girl and I could belong here after everything has passed and I have her back. Not if you betray them. My inner voice speaks up, dashing my hopes at becoming part of this family. I love my daughter more than anything, and if I have to choose between her and this family—her and Gin—I will choose her.

  “You good, babe?” Gin asks, his voice breaking though my internal struggle.

  “Yeah. I’m just a little tired. I think I’m going to go inside. Lay down,” I say, getting up from my seat. I tell the girls goodbye before tossing my plate into the garbage and going inside. When the doors close behind me, the laughter and the kids’ playful screams are muted from the loud music playing in the bar. There are a few people in here, including Sage, who seems to be getting that topless dance he was talking about earlier. I try not to look as I walk by the two, but the closer I get, I notice it’s Jasmine. Her legs are draped over each side of Sage’s lap as she rubs her backside along him. That’s when I see he has his hand down her tiny shorts and from the noises coming from her as she moves, I can only guess what he’s doing with that hand. I speed up my pace and walk through the door leading to the hall when I see another man settle himself on her unoccupied side.

  It’s quieter, but I can still hear the music, and I swear, I can still hear Jasmine’s soft moans.

  I drop down onto the bed when I get safely inside the room, careful not to jar my ribs. They feel much better, and I haven’t used any painkillers today, so they must be healing well. I check my phone to see if Roger has tried to talk to me again, but he hasn’t. “Why do things have to be so fucked up?” I ask the empty room before getting up to strip off my clothes. Maybe if I get some sleep things will look different in the morning. Discarding my bra, I pull on a tank top, then turn to get in bed. I only get the covers pulled back when the door swings open.

  “Shit. Should’a knocked. Thought you would be in bed already. Just wanted to grab something to sleep in,” Gin tells me from the other side of the doorjamb, like he doesn’t want to cross the threshold. Like if he does, he won’t be able to restrain himself. And for a fleeting moment, I don’t want him to restrain himself. Blame it on what I witnessed out in the bar or the fact that I haven’t been touched by a man in what seems like forever, but I find myself hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and letting them drop to the floor.

  Gin’s eyes widen at the action, but still, he doesn’t move. The muscle in his jaw shifts under his beard as he grinds his teeth.

  “What are you doing, Grace?” his voice is strained as he stands there in the doorway, still not moving. So, I decide to keep going. I raise the hem of my tank top, but before I can take it completely off, the door is slammed shut and he’s striding toward me. “The fuck are you doing?” he growls, getting right up in my face, trying to scare me, but he doesn’t. He never has. Even when I learned he killed Tarrance. He only fascinated me even more.

  Slowly, I reach up to his bandana. “I’m letting go. Let go with me, Gin,” I say as I push the black bandana off his head, exposing his scars. My fingertips brush along the skin until they get to his beard, then his rough, calloused hand flies up to grab mine.

  “Let go? You want me to let go, huh?” His big hand roughly pulls mine down, pressing the palm to his hardness. “That feel like letting go to you? Because this is how my cock has been since you walked through those doors. Since I laid eyes on you.” His length twitches under my palm, and I respond by giving it a small squeeze, earning a groan from him. “Fucking hell, woman,” he growls, then leans down to crush his mouth to mine. Only…this isn’t a kiss. Not even close. He grips my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls just enough for there to be a slight pain. At my whimper, he pulls back to drag his teeth down my neck, his thick beard tickling along the way. “Get on that fucking bed, babe,” he rasps out. Before I can comply, one of his hands are on the back of my naked ass, and he is lifting me into position under him, putting us both on the bed in the process. He gives the fleshy cheek a hard squeeze, then his hand leaves to grip both of mine, pinning them over my head. “Keep ‘em there,” he orders as his mouth starts to travel south, nipping at each of my pebbled nipples over my tank top before he grips the hem into his hands and tears the fabric from my body. “Hell,” he curses, and his mouth is back on me. This time, with no barrier as he bites and sucks me to almost the point of pain, licking away the sting before he does it again.

  “Gin,” I pant out, but he doesn’t listen to my desperate plea. He only continues his torture, trailing down to my core where I want him most. My hips rise off the small bed, but he pins me down.

  “Don’t make me get out the cuffs, babe.” The humor thick in his voice, but in the back of my mind, I know he means it. Know he would love nothing more than to strap me down and have his way with me. The thought of it gets me even hotter. Before I can move again, his mouth seals over my sex, and I cry out from the contact.

  Pleasure zings through my body as he flicks that bundle of nerves until I’m falling. Falling so far, I don’t think I’m ever going to stop. “Don’t fall asleep on me now. You started this. I’m damn sure going to see that you finish it.” My eyes fly open at his declaration, and I watch as he strips off his clothes, being sure to place his cut on the side table.

  When he drops his jeans, I prop myself up on my arms to look him over as he pulls down his boxer briefs. His dick springs free, weeping at the tip, begging for attention. “On your knees, babe,” he instructs, catching me off guard, but I do as he says. Rising on my knees, I face him, but he has other plans.

  He circles the bed, and I feel it shift as he climbs on behind me. The next thing I feel is the heat of his body, then his thick cock dragging along my back. My whole body ignites further. One of his hands goes to my hair and he grips it into his fist, pulling just hard enough for me to let out a gasp as he wedges his knees between my legs. His free hand slides along my back until it reaches the rift of my ass, then his fingers dip into my wetness. “So damn wet,” he whispers into my ear. Pressing his hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me until I’m
on my hands and knees in front of him, at his mercy.

  The head of his cock slaps my clit, making me jump. Then he teases me with the tip before placing it at my entrance. “Let go.” The heavy rasp of his voice vibrates through me before he slams inside.

  Seventeen

  Gin

  I let out the longest groan known to mankind as I sink into her heat. She takes me in one thrust, my balls smacking her clit from the force. Damn, she’s wet. She cries out, but it isn’t in pain, as she lets out a moan of her own. “Gin,” she pants, and I take that as my cue to continue. Gripping her hip with the hand I have free from her hair, I start my pace, being sure to go slow at first before I start slamming in harder. Each thrust, I tighten my grip on her hair, and it causes her pussy clench around me even harder. Damn it, this girl likes it rough. She was so fucking wet by the time I got my mouth between her thighs. Right where I would have stayed if my dick hadn’t wanted to join in on the party my tongue was having.

  “You like it rough, babe?” I ask her, circling my hips, slowing down to make her mewl out my name once again. “That’s right, babe.” I pull her up so she’s flush against my chest, then wrap my hand around to play with her nub, causing another orgasm to rip from her body. So responsive. She goes lax in my arms, but I keep her upright for a few more pumps before I pull out and flip her to her back. “Look at me, babe.” Hooded, lazy eyes stare up at me from the mattress and crumpled sheets. Her hair is in disarray all over my pillow, and she has faint bite marks across her body. Perfection. “Watch me,” I demand as I position the head of my cock back to her entrance. She slowly props herself up onto her elbows and looks down to where we are about to be joined again. I press in, watching her pussy take my length all the way to the hilt.

  When I look back up to her face, she has her bottom lip between her teeth, and she isn’t biting it softly. Bringing my hands to the backs of her thighs, I lower myself closer to her. “Wrap ‘em around me.” She does as told, tightening me to her.

  “I don’t think I can—”

  “What? Come again?” I question her with a smirk. She nods, taking that lip back between her teeth. I bring up my thumb to tug it away. “That’s mine to bite, babe. And yeah, you are going to come again. And again. And again...” I drift off, pulling out and pushing in, with each thrust, telling her, “Again and again,” until she’s doing just that, bringing me with her this time.

  * * *

  I’m there again. The burning of flesh and leather permeates the air as I lay in the dirt, face pressed into the coals created by the smoldering cuts the asshole tore from my brothers’ bodies. “Gin, help me,” that voice calls again. It pulls me from my intended death. It keeps me alive long enough for me to start crawling. And I do. I crawl across the dirt and inside the club. Just like I do every time this dream plagues me. I can never get to her. She just keeps calling. “Gin!” There she is again, only it doesn’t sound like her. This voice doesn’t sound like she’s dying. This voice sounds... “Gin, wake up!” The hell?

  “Gin!” My eyes fly open to see Grace kneeling above me, shaking me. “Oh God,” she whimpers when our eyes meet. “You scared the hell out of me,” she says, still hovering over me with a worried face.

  “What? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Slightly panicked, I sit up and look her over. She’s still naked from last night and covered in only faint bite marks. “Babe?” I question, urging her to speak.

  “No. No, you didn’t. You just scared me. You were talking, then I swear you stopped breathing. It was like you were holding your breath in your sleep. Like sleep apnea or something.”

  “Weird,” I say, flinging off the covers to get out of the small bed. How I was able to properly fuck this woman in the tiny ass bed is beyond me. Shit, I fucked her. Memories of last night come barreling back to me with force. How I was rough with her and took her like a fucking club whore. Hell.

  I scrub my hand over my face and rise from the bed. “Sorry I scared you,” I say before walking to the bathroom, eager to close the door behind me to get away. The fuck is wrong with me? If Fuzz were alive and knew I fucked his little girl like she was nothing but a whore, he would kill me where I stood. A woman like her...shit. I turn on the shower, needing to wash away the sweat the dream must have accumulated, and step in before it gets hot.

  The cool water is a jolt to my system and wakes me up even more, letting the reality of what I did sink in. Going to fucking hell. No, correction—someplace worse than hell. If there even is one, and if there isn’t, they’ll create one just for me.

  The bathroom door opening and closing catches my attention, and I swear I can feel her step closer. “You need to go, Grace. We can’t be...” I try to talk, but she pulls back the shower curtain and steps inside.

  “I don’t need to do anything, Gin. I want to do this. It’s been a long time since I was able to do what I wanted. And I could use the distraction,” she admits as her body draws closer.

  “I fucked you like—”

  “Like I wanted you to. You think I’m so meek, I would let you do that to me if I didn’t want you to? Last night was just what I needed. Thank you.” She looks up at me with those damn eyes of hers, the water clinging to her lashes the closer she gets. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind doing it a few more times.” The little...

  Her hand reaches out to grab my stiff cock, and I decide to indulge the woman. I have never once told a woman no in my life, and I’m sure as fuck not going to start with her.

  Eighteen

  Gin

  I may have fucked her into a coma. Looking down at the bed, I try nudging Grace awake, but she only lets out soft snores. I decide to let her rest and go down to the kitchen to grab us both something to eat. She told me her ribs weren’t bothering her, but after the way I took her last night, I made sure I was more on the gentle side today.

  I should be out working in the shop on one of the many cars that have been brought in for weekend repairs, but my dick seems to be running the show, and it’s playing on repeat.

  “G, got a minute?” Reek calls out as I pass his open door.

  “Yeah. What’s up?” I ask, walking in.

  “Shut the door, man.” I raise a brow at him, but do as he says. “Got something to say, and by the sounds coming from your room last night and today, you might not want to hear it,” he tells me as I step closer. I know that look he is giving me, like I just might snap once he lets the shit loose.

  “Just spit it the fuck out,” I demand between clenched teeth.

  “Got her phone tapped. She say anything about her ex contacting her?”

  “Not a fucking word. Did he?” I ask, and get a nod from him.

  “He told her she would get her kid back, all she had to do was let some guys into the clubhouse through the back door.” My fists clench together so tight, I feel like I might break my own knuckles under the pressure.

  “The fuck?” I say, more to myself than him. “She say anything back?” My voice is now louder, wanting to know if the woman in my bed is going to betray the club—her family. But we aren’t her fucking family. Her kid is her family, and I’m sure as fucking hell she’ll do as her asshole ex tells her with that promise attached to it.

  “Nope, not yet. I’m guessing that’s because you’ve been with her. Maybe she will now that you left the room.” I shake my head.

  “She was out cold when I left.” Just as I say the words, a sound pings from Reek’s computer, and my heart sinks. I already know it’s her responding to the fuckwad. “That her?”

  “Yep.” He rolls over to the computers, clicks a couple times, and up pops a text conversation.

  I don’t want anyone to get hurt. From her. Seconds later, he replies.

  No one will get hurt. Just let them in and leave. They will have her outside in a car for you. All you have to do is open a door. Promise.

  He is a lying piece of shit. There’s probably a ten-minute lull in the conversation before she responds.

  I’ll do
it, she tells him, ripping me apart with just one sentence.

  “G, wait,” Reek says as I stomp out of his room straight to mine. Throwing open the door, it smacks along the wall, startling her from her cross-legged position on the rumpled bed.

  “Gin, what—?” Her cheeks are red and her eyes are puffy like she’s been crying, but I look past it. All I can see are my brothers slaughtered like pigs and the woman carrying my child being carved up while I’m forced to watch from the floor.

  “You going to do it? Going to just let some murderin’ turncoat motherfuckers into my fucking club?” I yell, getting close enough to pull her from the bed by her arms. “Tell me, Grace! Tell me you’re fine with them coming into this club and shooting us all to hell!” I shout into her face, ignoring the breaths she’s sucking in to keep from choking on her sobs.

  “Put her the fuck down!” Rock’s voice bellows into the room, but I don’t listen.

  “Tell me, Grace! Were you going to let us all die!” She nods. “Going to need the words, babe.” I give her another shake, and she squeaks out her answer.

  “Yes. Yes. I want my daughter back,” she sobs. “I just want my daughter!” I let her drop onto the bed and back away, leaving her to cry as I storm out of the room.

  Nineteen

  Grace

  Sobs still wrack my body when I look up from spot I’ve slid to from the bed onto the floor. I brace my hands on my legs as I slowly rise to my knees. I’m met with the prying eyes of Rock, who extends his hand to help me to my feet, which I take, quickly crossing my arms when I’m standing. “I’m sorry, but—”

  “I know why you did it. Doesn’t mean it sits right with me, but I can understand more than Gin right now. Ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do for my own kids, but this club is my family too. Should’a came to us. But what’s done is done. We will just be ready for ‘em when you let ‘em through the door.” My eyes widen.