Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4) (16 page)

He’s covered in tats from head to toe. I had a quick glimpse of them before, but this is the first time I have had time to truly look. Most are colorful, but some are a subtle black and grey. It only takes me a second to discover my favorite. It’s a small heart, right above his left knee. It has been ripped in two but stitched back together, reminding me of my own heart.

I am so fascinated looking at his ink, I don’t move to take off my own clothes. He brings me out of my visual delight by reminding me, “What I have planned would be a hell of a lot easier if you didn’t have any clothes on.”

I shed my clothes and give him a sultry smile. “Is that better?”

“Oh yeah.” He smirks, pushing off his boxers. “Now,” he says, his glare sending shivers up my spine, “get your ass on the bed. I want a taste of that sweet pussy.”

I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told. Climbing up on the bed, I turn around so that my head is on a pillow and then spread my legs for him. He’s watching me as he fists his cock. My eyes move down his body to watch as he strokes himself. Mindlessly, my hands wander up to my breasts and start teasing the pebbled peaks. As my fingers circle my nipples, they start to harden even more.

He lets out a growl of approval. “Keep those hands on your tits. I want to watch you play with them while I eat that hot pussy of yours.”

“I have a better idea,” I say, still watching him stroke himself. “Why don’t you lay on the bed and let me finally get a taste of you?”

“I’m not stupid enough to turn down an offer like that,” he says with a predatory growl, climbing onto the bed and lying beside me.

I sit up and turn toward him, and as he spreads his legs for me, I climb over and settle between them. His hand still grips the base of his cock, giving me the perfect angle to lean my head down and lick the sensitive tip. A breathy moan slips past his lips as his hips jerk. My need to pleasure him like he always does for me builds inside me, taking over for me as I replace his hand with my own. I smile at him, our eyes meeting, and I open my mouth, ready to pull him inside of me as his eyes roll up. Warmth fills me as I pull him past my lips, sliding slowly down his cock until I feel the tip press against the back of my throat.

Up and down, my lips and tongue lavish attention to every inch of him. It doesn’t take long for pre-cum to hit my tongue. I release a moan of my own as the taste of him fills my senses. It’s sweet and salty but somehow tangy, too. It’s fucking delicious.

Still working his length with my mouth and hand, I let my free hand move lower to give his most sensitive spot a gentle squeeze. His ragged breathing turns to panting as his hips begin to thrust in rhythm with my mouth. Every sound that passes his lips, every move he makes, causes my own need to grow.

“I’m close, baby. If you don’t want a mouthful, you might wanna move.” He groans, laying his hand on the back of my head.

There’s no way in hell I’m stopping now. I want all of him, every damn drop he has to give me. After taking him deep into my mouth a few more times, Layton’s body locks up beneath me as his release floods into my mouth. I moan, sucking and stroking him, milking him for every last drop, savoring his taste before swallowing.

It takes a minute for him to catch his breath before he puts his hands under my arms and pulls me up to him, still gasping for breath. “Fuck, baby.”

He seems lost for words, and I smile with satisfaction. His lips press to mine, and I open for him, wanting him to taste himself on my tongue. When my head grows fuzzy, I pull back from him and flop down on the pillow beside him. I close my eyes and take a couple deep breaths. The bed shifts as Layton moves next to me, and then I feel his warm breath caress over my breast and his hot, wet tongue swipes over my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. He sucks and twirls it around in his mouth before giving it a soft nip. Letting it go with a pop, he grabs hold of my other breast, bringing it toward his mouth as he repeats the same delicious torture. It feels so good, I can’t hold in a string of tiny whimpers, and my body squirms beneath his touch.

“Is my woman ready for her turn?” he asks with a chuckle. “I know I’m ready to get a taste.”

He doesn’t waste a moment hitching his leg over mine, pulling it toward him with his knee, and spreading me wide so that he can slide in between my legs. His hands come up behind my knees as he lifts my legs over his wide shoulders, giving him the leverage he wants. He lowers his head, turning it slightly to pepper sweet kisses along the inside of my thigh toward my sex. My clit throbs at the anticipation. I can’t take it anymore.

“Please, Layton. I need more,” I plead, before he pushes a finger inside of me.

He lets out another chuckle before placing a kiss on my clit and begins swirling his tongue in a circular motion. I’m on the edge within seconds. My breaths quicken as my hips lift up to meet his mouth. He swirls his tongue slowly, giving me just enough to keep me on edge but not enough to give me what I need.

Grabbing the sides of his head, I force him where I want him. “Quit playing.”

He growls into my sex as he places his mouth on my clit, sucking it deep. As he works his finger in and out, he scrapes his teeth against my clit. Tremors of pleasure rocket through me in waves, pulling a scream from deep in my throat.

My legs convulse around him as he slows his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me still. Slowly, the quivering stops, and my legs fall off of his shoulders. I pull in a couple of deep breaths, trying to catch my breath. “Wonderful,” I moan.

He places one last kiss to my overly sensitive clit before rolling away. He plops down on the pillow beside me and pulls me into his arms. We lay there quietly for a couple of minutes, with him running one of his hands up and down my back, as sleep starts to claim me.

Layton breaks the silence, tightening his hold on me. “I love you, Gidget. Never stopped loving you and never will.”

I want to tell him the same thing, but fear snakes around my heart and holds me back. Instead, I place a kiss at the base of his throat and cuddle into him. I’ll tell him later, when my mind finally catches up with my heart.

Smoke

The sounds of bikes rolling into the yard wakes me up. Immediately, Gidget’s warm body draws my attention. Rolling over, I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes. I know I should get up and see if there’s any club business I need to take care of. Hell, there’s always something I could be doing, but I can’t bring myself to leave my woman’s side.

Every fucking day I wake up with her in my arms is better than the last. Two weeks ago, I thought I’d never have this again. Now that she’s back, I can’t imagine my life without her, or having anyone else in my arms.

She wiggles deeper into my hold and yawns. “Good Morning.”

“Morning, baby,” I whisper, placing a kiss on her naked shoulder. “I fucking love waking up with you in my arms.”

As soon as her ass brushes against my cock, I grind my hips against her. Even after being buried inside her half the night, I still want more. I can never get enough; that’s something that will never change. My lips brush against her shoulder again, slower this time. My hand wanders up to her breast, giving it a light squeeze, as my hips continue to move against her tight ass.

Her body moves with me as her breath starts coming in small pants. Using my knee, I separate her legs, just enough to press my hard cock against her core. The wetness that meets my length draws a groan from my lips.

“You’re always ready for me, baby,” I growl, moving to her opening and start to slide in.

Before I can get where I want, a knock sounds on the door. A second later, Addy’s voice meets my ears. “Gidget, I have to take Cam for his checkup this morning, so I’ll have to bring Parker down in a minute.”

Shit! We need a fucking house, because being at the clubhouse isn’t working out. Since there’s no room down here, Parker spends his night in Cam’s nursery, right next to Brew and Addy’s room. It’s only a floor above us, but Gidget doesn’t like it. To be honest, neither do I. Parker doesn’t mind sharing a room with Cam, but the kid needs space to run, and he doesn’t need to spend every day around the clubhouse. The brothers have been cool about it so far, but sooner or later, the boy is gonna see something he doesn’t need to.

“I’ll be up there in a minute. Just let me get dressed really quick,” Gidget shouts, making sure her voice travels through the door. Leaving me with an aching cock, she climbs from the bed and starts getting dressed.

“After this shit with Torch is over, do you want to stay at your dad’s place or look for something else?” I follow her lead, getting my lazy ass up and grabbing my jeans from the floor. “There’s a house for sale about a mile from Dad’s. It could use a little work, but it’s in decent shape. I figure we could get it for a steal.”

She stops in her tracks, her jeans halfway up her legs. “What?”

“I kinda like your dad’s place. It’s a shit hole right now, but I love the spot,” I say, forcing my hard cock into my jeans. “It’s got a lot of room for Parker to play. The house by Dad’s only has a small back yard.”

Gidget shakes her head as she says, “I’m not sure Parker and I will be staying in Trenton after this is over.”

It’s my turn to stop and stare at her. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Gidget slowly blinks her cloudy blue eyes and turns away from me without answering. She stays silent as she finishes getting dressed, not once looking in my direction. When she’s finally forced to walk toward me to grab her shoes, I grab her arm and use my free hand to force her eyes to mine.

“What do you mean, you’re not sure if you’re staying in Trenton?” I ask through clenched teeth, barely holding back the fear starting to build inside me. “Where the hell are you planning to go?”

Her teeth bite into her bottom lip before she finally answers. “I’m not sure what I’m gonna do or where I’m gonna go.”

Lifting a brow, I try to figure out her reaction. “If it’s money, don’t worry. I have enough to fix up your dad’s place or buy the new one. It’s up to you. Hell, we could tear down your dad’s place and build a new house on the land.”

“It’s not the money,” she says, not giving me any answers.

Frustration is burning bright inside me as I ask, “Then what the fuck is the problem then? We can do whatever you want—stay at your dad’s house or buy a new place. It’s completely up to you.”

She shakes her head and whispers, “I don’t want my son growing up the way I did. He deserves better than the violence that I was raised around. When Torch showed up at the house, I realized being in Trenton may not be the best place for him.”

My heart starts pounding against my chest as thoughts of her leaving work their way through my brain. I just started living. Without her, I’ll be dead inside again. I can’t live without her again, no fucking way.

“You’re not leaving,” I growl, tightening my hold. “I’m not losing you again, Gidget. That’s not gonna happen.”

Suddenly, her eyes go hard as she says, “You’re mistaken, Layton. You didn’t lose me. You threw me away.”

Her flippant answer pisses me way the fuck off. I let go and step back, pulling in a few deep breaths. “I explained that shit to you. I did it so you could be happy. Considering you got Parker out of the deal, you should be fucking thrilled.”

She grabs her shoes from the floor while shaking her head. “The end doesn’t always justify the means.”

What the fuck? Did she really just say that shit to me? “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I got Parker because of what you did. I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Still, the pain you caused me didn’t just fade from my memory,” she says, walking toward the door. “I don’t know if I trust you to not hurt me again. I want to. More than anything, that’s what I want. I have a degree I plan on using. I’m gonna be a nurse wherever we decide to stay. What happens then? What if you decide leaving me again would be for the best? This time, I wouldn’t be the only one feeling the pain. I can’t take that risk with Parker, and I don’t know if I can handle that happening to me again.”

I cross my arms over my chest, keeping myself from reaching out to grab her. “I would never hurt you or Parker. As for you getting a job, I just want you to do what makes you happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, was your happiness. I’ve said I was sorry, more than once. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I’ve admitted that I was wrong. I don’t know what else I can do. You said you trusted me. Where is all this shit coming from?”

“You already hurt me, so I won’t be giving you the chance to hurt Parker,” she says, walking out the door and closing it behind her.

I don’t know what the hell just happened. How did everything go from being fucking amazing to being shit in the blink of an eye? I thought, when we got back together, it was a given that she and Parker would be staying here. Now, she’s telling me she may leave. There’s no way I can let that happen again. This is my second chance, and I won’t let her go this time, not without a fight.

Gidget

Walking out of the room, I slam the door behind me. Layton’s words replay over and over in my head, yet I’m not sure why I’m so pissed. I knew this was coming, even thought about it myself. Still, I can’t just give in. I can’t pretend that a few days and a few nights in his bed have washed away all the pain I’ve felt for the last thirteen years.

Trying to push away the thought, I head to Addy’s room but run into her at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I was just coming up to get Parker.”

“He and Cam are in the kitchen with Lettie eating breakfast.” Addy holds up a baby blanket that she has in her hands. “I forgot Cam’s favorite blanket upstairs and had to run up and get it before we left. There’s no way I’m taking him to get his checkup without his blanky. He would scream the entire time.”

“I hear that. When they get attached to something, it’s hard to do anything without it,” I reply with a smile, following her down the hallway. “I’m sure you’ve seen Freddy bear. Parker doesn’t go anywhere without it.”

We are quiet as we walk toward the kitchen. Of course, my mind turns back to my current dilemma. How the hell can I decide if staying with Layton is the right thing to do? How can I decide if this is the life I want for Parker? Suddenly, I realize that the person I should ask is walking right beside me.