Stitch: Satan's Fury MC(32)

“You want my cock?” he taunted.

“Um..hmm.” I answered.

“Tell me, Wren. Tell me that you want my cock, that you love me and want me inside you.”

“I want you, Griffin. I want you, now,” I whimpered. As soon as he slid his cock deep inside me, I said, “I love you.”

His fingers dug into my flesh as he held onto my hip as he pulled back and drove inside me again. I braced my hands against the tile as I let my body adjust to the rhythm of his movements.

“I love you,” I whimpered over and over again as he drove into me harder with each and every thrust, our bodies slamming into each other. He felt so good inside me, driving me wild with a passion I’d never known. I couldn’t restrain myself, and began rocking back against him, meeting each and every thrust. His hand reached for my hair, pulling my head back towards him so he could kiss and suck along my neck.

“You’re mine. Now and forever,” he growled as his rhythm increased. As the need to climax began to overtake me, my body began to spasm around him, signaling him that I was about to lose control. With his free hand, he reached around me, pressing firmly as he circled his fingers around my clit. I tilted my ass towards him, grinding harder against his cock as he drove deeper inside me. My body began to tremble as my orgasm took hold, my muscles contracting around him and pulling him deeper inside me. His growl echoed around us as his entire body tensed and he came inside me.

“Fuck!” he roared as his fingers dug into my hips, holding me firmly in place. After several seconds, his breathing began to slow and he released me, just long enough to turn me around to face him. He placed his hands on my face, forcing me to look at him when he said, “I’ve never known love like this, never felt it, never even knew I wanted it. But I want it now, and nothing is going to stop me from having it. I love you, Wren.”





Chapter 26




Stitch




Wren’s face twisted into a worried frown as she checked my wound and said, “I think you may need stitches.”

“It’ll be fine,” I assured her.

“It’s not fine. You need to let Doc take a look at it,” she scolded.

“You’re looking at it. Don’t need Doc,” I provoked as I dropped my towel to the floor and reached for my sweats, slowly pulling them over my hips as Wren watched intently. Her face flushed red with desire when her eyes dropped, roaming slowly over my body. I loved the way she looked at my body, like she’d never be able to get enough of me. I stared at her standing there in my t-shirt, looking sexy as fuck, and she completely captivated me. I found myself wanting to take her all over again.

Sensing my thoughts, she took a step back and said, “Don’t even think about it, mister. I’m going to bandage your arm before there is any more of that.”

“Come here,” I commanded.

“Griffin,” she warned.

“Wren,” I said firmly as I leaned against the dresser. My lips immediately curled into a smile when she stepped closer, settling between my legs. She placed the palms of her hands on my chest, looking up at me with anticipation. When I didn’t move, she gave me a puzzled look. I placed my hand under her chin and said, “You need to know that you’re it for me, Wren. I’m claiming you as mine.”

“Claiming me?”

“Yes. I want everyone to know you are mine,” I explained.

Her hands slipped around my neck as she smiled and said, “So, you want me to be your old lady?”

“For now. But when things settle down with the club, I’m going to put a ring on your finger, make you mine in every way.”

“I like the sound of that,” she answered before pressing her lips to mine. With just a simple touch, the kiss became heated, full of need and want. I couldn’t get enough of her. I reached for the hem of her t-shirt, but quickly stopped when there was a knock on the door.

“Momma?” Wyatt cried. As Wren quickly turned and headed for the door, I reached for a clean shirt.

When she opened the door, she knelt down in front of him and asked, “Hey, Buddy. What’s wrong?”

“This cast is bothering me. I want to take this stupid thing off. I can’t sleep with it on. I keep bumping it on the rails of the bed and the wall,” Wyatt pouted. “And it’s starting to itch a little.”

“Sorry, honey, but you’re pretty much stuck with it for the next few weeks,” she explained.

He let out a disgruntled sigh and said, “Okay.”

“You want to sleep in here with me?” Wren asked him.

“No. I’m going back to Dusty’s room. His bunk beds are cool, and he’s letting me sleep on top,” he answered. Just before he turned to leave, he looked over to me and asked, “Hey, Griffin. Will you sign my cast tomorrow?”

“You know I will. I’m sure some of the other guys will want to sign it, too,” I told him.

His eyes lit up with excitement when he said, “That’d be awesome.” He paused for a minute, then asked, “What about your president? You think he’d sign it?”

“Yeah. He’ll sign it for ya.”

“That would be so cool. The president of Satan’s Fury… Thomas never had anything like that,” he said excitedly as he stepped forward and gave Wren a quick hug. “I better get back before Dusty wakes up and sees that I’m gone.”

“Okay. I’m here if you need anything,” she told him as she watched him take off down the hall. When she knew that he was in Dusty’s room, she closed the door and headed over to the bed. She down on the edge of the bed and asked, “So, what’s the story with Dusty? He is such a cute kid, and Wyatt seems to really like him.”

“Awesome kid. He’s had a rough go of it, but you’d never know it. He lost his dad a few months back, and it was pretty hard on him,” I explained.

“I can’t imagine how hard that must have been on him and his poor mother,” she whispered with an anguished look.

“It hasn’t been easy on any of them, but they’re finding their way. I think Dusty has been a real comfort to his mother.”

“She’s lucky to have him. He seems like a sweet child,” she smiled. “He’s definitely made an impression on Wyatt.”

“He’s made an impression on all of us.”

With a silent yawn, she laid back in the bed and said, “I guess you have that in common with him, then. You tend to make a lasting impression on people, too.”

“Is that right?” I asked her as I turned off the light and settled in the bed next to her.

She nestled into my side, resting her head on my chest and said, “Yep. Very impressionable.”

“Get some sleep,” I laughed.

“I love you,” she whispered and the room fell silent as she quickly drifted off to sleep.

I looked down at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. She was perfect, more than I ever dared to dream for, and she was mine. I loved the feel of her body close to mine, and I wanted this moment with her to last, but I could barely keep my eyes open. I reluctantly I closed them, finally giving in to my own exhaustion. Hours later, my phone started ringing. When it started ringing for the second time, I reluctantly got up, cursing under my breath, and answered the call.

Before I even had a chance to speak, Guardrail said, “Cotton’s called us into church. Be there in ten.” Then the phone line went dead.

I quickly got dressed, and as I headed for the door, I looked over to Wren curled up in the covers. She was still sleeping soundly, completely content lying there in my bed, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into the bed next to her. Unable to stop myself, I walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and I pressed my lips against hers once more and said, “I’ve gotta go for a bit. Cotton has called us in, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay,” she answered sleepily.

“Try to go back to sleep,” I told her as closed the door behind me and headed to church. When I walked into the room, Cotton was already sitting down at the front of the table, and my brothers were quickly following suit.

Once we were all seated, Cotton said, “It was Derek. He was the man who we caught on the security feed.” The room fell silent as we all tried to comprehend what he’d just said. I’d heard about Derek in random conversations, but never thought much about him. He was before my time, long before I ever joined the club.

“Your cousin?” Guardrail asked, running his hand through his hair in aggravation.

“Yeah, that’s him. Until last night, I hadn’t seen him in almost twenty years,” Cotton explained.

“So why do you think he’s back now?” Maverick asked.

“Vengeance… an ultimate, horrific kind of vengeance.” He paused, letting out a deep breath, then said, “We were close once, but when we got older, things changed. Derek was different… there was an evil about him that set everyone on edge.”

He looked down at the table as he took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then, he continued, “Even though he loved Derek, my uncle knew that he could never take his place as President. It was then that he took me under his wing. When the time came for him to step down, he named me as his predecessor. Derek stood there, listening to the news and it just broke something inside of him. He was never the same after that.”