The last fucking thing I want to do in this world is lie to her, but I don’t want to burst the bubble of her happiness. Instead of answering right away, my arm hooks around her waist and I haul her against my chest. She melts against me and it helps to smooth out the last of my worry and some of the need for violence.
Not all of it. Not by a fucking long-shot, but I’ll satisfy my blood lust soon.
Very fucking soon.
“Smells good in here,” I murmur against the crown of her head.
Even though I have no doubt that my woman knows I’m deflecting, she lets me. “Dinner’s done,” she murmurs against my chest.
I hate it, but when she steps back, I let her. Her fingers find mine and she twines them together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The contact, her touch, gives me just enough relief from the pressure of his presence, which she doesn’t even know about, and I can breathe a little easier.
Dinner is a blur of laughter, good natured ribbing, and my woman sitting right beside me like she’s always sat at the table. Even though most of the brothers try to act normal, the tension in the room is easy to feel.
The things left unsaid are ignored because there are times when we can’t talk about what is going on. Club business. It’s a phrase that gets thrown around a lot and for good reason.
We don’t hide things from the club whores, our family, and even our Old Ladies because we like it. Sometimes silence is the only way to protect those we love.
But I know I can’t keep Graycie in the dark on this one.
Even though lately we’ve been going home at night, tonight I want her in the clubhouse. When I lead her towards my room upstairs, she doesn’t hesitate to follow. The trust she gives to me feels fragile in my hands. I’m scared of shattering it, but I hold it with gentleness and care.
The moment the door shuts behind us, I’m on her. I lift her into my arms and press her back against the door. My movements are frantic, not even bothering to undress her.
Thankfully, the leggings she has on are flimsy as fuck. When I rip the seam between her thighs, the sound of fabric rending fills the room along with her startled gasp.
“Turner?” My name comes out as a question, one filled with so much unsaid, unasked.
But then I’m shoving my jeans down enough for my cock to spring free while I wrench her panties to the side and burying myself balls deep inside her tight, wet heat. Her pussy opens for me, stretching around my girth.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl against her neck, my teeth scraping along the column of it.
Her back arches and whatever questions she was going to ask, and all her concerns fly out the window. In this room, at this moment, there is only us.
I fuck her hard and fast against the door not realizing that I’m running from her demons, with the only thing driving me being the hope of keeping her safe, of keeping her in the dark for just a few more minutes.
Because I’m afraid of what will happen when she knows. Will she break? Will she want to see him? Will she need to inflict his punishment?
I don’t think I’m strong enough to stand back and allow her to dole out his punishment. She might be, but I’m not.
It’s not like I would look at her differently. I just don’t want the blood staining my hands to ever touch her, even if she deserves to enact her revenge and take her pound of flesh.
My hands are steady, holding her with a gentle grip, as my body anchors her to the wall. When I pull almost all the way outof her pussy, we both watch as my length appears glistening with her arousal.
When I shove back inside of her we both moan. Her hips move to meet my thrust, both of us chasing, both of us falling in slow motion.
Her name falls from my lips as her pussy spasms around my length, and I bury myself as deep as I can get and unload inside of her. It feels like something clicks inside me, an awareness, a readiness.
We’re both panting as she holds onto me, as if I’m the one who might disappear. But I’m not going anywhere.
“What’s wrong, Turner?” She asks the question again, but this time I can’t hide anything from her.
I’m laid bare in front of her. But I’m not afraid, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“We got word that he checked into a hotel in Hickory,” my words are low and my cock is still buried inside her. Graycie stiffens in my arms, and I rush out the rest of what I have to say. “You don’t need to be afraid. I went with Ryker, Sidewinder, Playboy and Dad to go and grab him. He’s here, but he’s restrained and behind a locked door.”
Her breathing changes, becoming shallow with a thread of panic every time she inhales. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes and brush some of her hair, especially the strands trying to stay plastered to her forehead.
Her hazel eyes are filled with so many emotions that it makes my chest ache.