“Never knew,” I whispered in her ear as I slid her t-shirt up over her stomach, revealing her perfect round breasts. “I never knew it could feel this good.” I took her nipple in my mouth, and I felt her breath quicken as my teeth raked across her flesh.
“Yes,” she moaned, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as she pulled me deeper inside her. I slowly withdrew, then gradually eased back inside her. My pace was steady and unforgiving, and she took it, wanted it even. She was everything I needed and more. My eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her gorgeous body. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady her breath, each gasp of air sounding more desperate than the last. Shifting her hips upward, her tight pussy gripped firmly around my cock. I growled with satisfaction when I felt her squirming beneath me. My pace never faltered as I continued to thrust inside her, over and over, constantly increasing the rhythm of my movements.
“Fuck!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release too fucking soon. I wanted to take my time with her – memorize every move, every whimper – but she was just too fucking tight, felt too fucking good to stop. I plunged inside of her again and again, feeling her pussy spasm with her release. My hips collided into hers, my thrusts coming faster, harder with every breath I took. I looked down at her, amazed that she’d been able to reach me, break through my walls and make me feel so strongly for her. She made me a better man just being around her, and I wanted to be everything for her. Wren’s body jolted as her orgasm riveted through her body. Hearing the light whimpers of my name echoing through the room sent me over the edge, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was done holding back. She was mine in every way.
When I stood, her legs fell limp against the cushions of the sofa. I eased down, carefully lifting her into my arms and headed down the hall towards my bedroom. She looked up to me and cleared her throat before saying, “I’m… gonna need… a minute before … we do that again.”
I laughed and gave her a light kiss before sitting her down on the edge of the bed. I left her just long enough to start a hot bath. When I walked back in the room, she said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to move my legs for the rest of the night.”
Smiling, I lifted her back into my arms and said, “Means I did something right.”
“You did lots of things right,” she smirked.
Laughing, I carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the tub. Once she was settled, I eased in behind her. She rested her back on my chest, relaxing in the warmth of the water. After several minutes, she said, “I could get used to this.”
“I know the feeling,” I told her as I ran the washcloth along her shoulders.
“I wish we could stay like this… lock the rest of the world out, and get lost in our own little world for just a little while longer.”
“We’ve still got tonight. We’ll make the most of it,” I told her as I kissed her shoulder.
She turned back and looked at me as she asked, “Could we stay in tonight? Maybe order some pizzas and watch a movie.”
“Yeah, we can do that,” I answered, thinking there was no place I’d rather be.
“Then you could do that thing you did again.”
“What thing?” I asked laughing.
“Any of those things you did in there earlier,” she smirked.
After we got out the tub, we spent the night curled up on the sofa eating takeout pizza and watching movies. When the second movie ended, I took Wren to bed and happily did all those things that she wanted me to do to her. The sun was just starting to rise when we finally drifted off to sleep. We’d been asleep for several hours when my phone started to ring. When I didn’t answer, it rang again. Realizing it was actually my burner ringing; I pulled myself out of bed and grabbed my phone off the dresser.
“Yeah,” I clipped.
“Need you back at the clubhouse now,” Maverick announced.
“We got a problem?”
“Fireworks at the construction company,” he started.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
“When Guardrail went to see about it, several guys tried to break in on Al. Two Bit and Lil’ Ricky were there to handle things, though.”
“They were after Al. Those fireworks were just a decoy to get Guardrail out of the house.”
“Yeah, that’s what we figured. Cotton is calling for a lockdown, and the meet with the Forsaken Saints has been moved up. They’ll be here in less than two hours.”
“I’m on my way. Gotta take care of some things first,” I explained.
Chapter 17
Wren
“Slow down, Griffin. And remember who you are talking to. I don’t know what the hell a lockdown is, and I certainly don’t know what it has to do with Wyatt or me,” I snapped.
“I don’t have time to explain it all to you right now. We’ve got to go get Wyatt, and go to your house to pack your things.”
“And what happens after that?” I demanded to know.
“You’ll stay at the clubhouse for a while. It’s the only way we can make sure you both are safe,”
“Safe from what? What is going on?” I cried.
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. You’re gonna need to trust me on this,” he answered as he pulled up his jeans. “We don’t have much time.”
I tossed the covers back and reluctantly got out of the bed. Searching feverously around the room, I tried to find my clothes. “How long do you think this will take?” I asked as I started to get dressed.
“As long as it takes,” he answered. He was already dressed and waiting by the door as I put on my boots. “Let your folks know that we’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
My emotions were running wild, and I couldn’t tell if I was scared out of my mind or just flat out pissed. One minute I was in a peaceful slumber with Griffin by my side, and now I was being dragged out of the bed and told that I was going to be locked in their clubhouse. None of it made any sense, but I knew something was wrong. The sound of Griffin’s voice when he was talking on the phone worried me – actually it petrified me. His anger was palpable, instantly changing him into a man I didn’t even recognize.
Sensing my trepidation, he walked over to me and pulled me close as he said, “It’s going to be okay, Wren. I need you to trust me on this.”
He’d never given me a reason not to believe what he was saying, so I said, “I do trust you, Griffin.”
“Then, let’s go get Wyatt.” He kissed me lightly on the lips, then took my hand and led me out the door. We didn’t talk on the way to my parent’s house. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. It was useless; I couldn’t form a single clear thought. My mind was filled with too many questions, and the look on Griffin’s face wasn’t making things any better. His fingers were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that I thought it might crumble beneath his hands. When we pulled up in the driveway, my mother rushed outside to greet us.
With a big smile on her face, she met us as we were getting out of the car. “You’re so early,” she complained, giving me a quick hug. When Griffin came up behind me, she extended her hand and said, “You must be Griffin. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Clayborn,” Griffin told her as he shook her hand.
“You’ve made quite an impression on Wyatt. He hasn’t stopped talking about you, and I’m pretty sure my daughter feels the same way,” she said playfully.
“Mom,” I scolded, shaking my head with embarrassment.
“It’s true,” she continued. “I asked him about Griffin after our little talk.”
Before she had a chance to say anything else, I asked, “Where’s Wyatt?”
“He’s inside with your father. He can’t find his tennis shoes.”
I was just about to go in and help when they both walked out the front door. “Hey, Stitch,” Wyatt said excitedly, completely oblivious that I was standing there. He walked over to him and asked, “Where’s your motorcycle?”
“It’s back at the clubhouse,” Griffin answered.
“I wanted Papa to see it,” Wyatt told him. He quickly turned back to my father and said, “It’s really cool, Papa. It’s a Harley, and it’s got double barrel exhaust pipes. You really gotta see it!”
“Maybe some other time,” my father piped in. “I’m Stan. Heard a lot about you,” he chuckled as he shook Griffin’s hand.
“I told him how Wyatt’s been talking about him,” my mother said smiling.
I thanked him as I took Wyatt’s bag from my father and said, “I wish we could stay longer, but Griffin has some things he needs to take care of. Thank you for keeping him this weekend.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. You know we love having him here,” my mother said as she gave me a quick hug. “Have a good week, Wyatt.”
“I will,” he told her, giving her a little hug before he darted for the car.
I walked over to my father, and just as I was about to give him a hug goodbye, he said, “Wyatt thinks a lot of this fella, and from the look on your face, you do, too. Just be careful.” He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly as he whispered, “Love you, sweet pea.”