Climbing Out (16 page)

She grinned. “Oh, I know.”

I stood. “Would anyone else like anything?” After they gave me their orders, I stepped away from the table.

“I’ll help you,” Mattie said.

Of course you would, you cheating, lying, little fucker, who I was gonna kick the living shit out of.

We stepped up to the long line and waited.

“Will you stop glaring at me?” Mattie sighed.

I hadn’t realised I was, but now that he said it, I felt my brows were furrowed and my eyes were squinty.

“Give me a fuckin’ good reason why.”

“Well, at least I know if you’re pissed enough, you go back to swearing.” He laughed.

“This is no laughing matter, cocksucker. What in the hell, Mattie? You make me want to feel like crying, and you know I hate to cry and feel shit.”

We stepped forward before he said anything. “I know. Damn, I know. Look, can you just believe it isn’t anything and leave it alone?”

“No.”

He sighed and looked to the floor. “Deanna, you should know I would never jeopardise my relationship with Julian. I love that man with my whole heart and soul.”

“Mattie, I know, which is why I don’t get what that look was about, but I know it was intense enough for me to doubt that love you have for your man,” I explained.

He shook his head. “What I’m about to say cannot be passed on to anyone. And I mean
anyone,
Deanna, not even Griz.”

Shit. That was hard, but I had to know if I still had to beat the hell outta him.

“Okay.” I nodded.

Mattie pulled me out of the line and pointed over to the toy machines. He was putting on a show for anyone who was looking our way.

“We better make this quick before Preggo-zilla comes ballin’ us over, hunting for food,” I said.

He smiled. “That’s true.” We stood in front of the machine and I placed my gold coins in to see if I could win a stuffed toy.

“Mattie, talk,” I growled.

“He’s confused,” he said.

“Who? Pick?”

“Yes.”

“About what?”

Mattie looked at me; I looked back. “Oh,” I said.

“I think it has something to do with the fact that Julian and I helped him through...everything. He knows he’d be a dead man if I wasn’t the brother of his boss’s woman.”

“Oh,” I said again.

“He thinks he likes me, but he also thinks he likes Josie. You know how Ma is; she knows we were helping him, and in return, she thinks she’s helping him by inviting him over for dinner. Sometimes I’m there, sometime not, and he gets to spend time with Josie.”

“Mattie,” I whined.

“I know. I’ve told him that nothing can happen. I’ve also told him he only thinks he likes me because of everything that happened, but he’s not sure. Ever since he’s cut ties with his mum, he’s leaned on not only me, but my parents as well.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Nothing. There is no way I would leave the other half of me. Julian is my life. Pick knows this and accepts it; he just has trouble hiding his feelings at the moment.”

“Well, this has blown me outta the water.” I shook my head and sighed. “Pick thinks he’s gay.”

“No,” Mattie said.

“What?” I gaped. More? There was fuckin’ more to this?

“Apparently, he knows he’s bisexual.”

“How?”

“Um...”

“Mattie,” I growled again.

“No, no, nothing like that. I didn’t do anything.”

“Then what?”

“He, um...he told me he knows, because he still loves to...” he coughed and whispered, “fuck women and...he, um...he went to a certain club and...yeah. You can just guess what happened there.”

“With a man?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, wow. Okay, I mean, not that anything like that bothers me. It’s just...it’s Pick. He’s a biker. I didn’t know there were bi bikers.”

Mattie burst out laughing. “Honey, there’s bi, gay or curious in all walks of life. Oh, look you won.” He pointed at the machine and yes, I had indeed won a freaky-looking bear. Still, I knew Swan would love it.

“Deanna,” Zara bellowed across the room. I shifted around to look over at her. She pointed to her belly and then her mouth. I chuckled, took the bear in one hand and Mattie’s hand in my other and moved back to the line before Zara went on a killing spree.

“You won’t say anything?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Of course I won’t. To anyone. I promise. I’m just happy I don’t have to hurt you now.”

Mattie laughed. “Yeah, me too.”

Griz

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F
uck, I hated Mondays. I hated leaving Swan with Wildcat while Deanna went to work. I hated leaving Dee in bed alone before she had to get up for work. At least I had the chance to wake her up early enough—before Swan was even awake—for some morning entertainment.

Shit, I really had to get my body under control.

Just thinkin’ about how wet she was for me had me hard, and now wasn't the time. I bent over the hood of the Chevy to try and work out what the fuck was wrong with it.

But yet again, my mind drifted to Dee and that morning, because it had been different. Instead of fuckin', screwin' or just getting my jollies off, we'd made love. It was slow, sweet and damn unbelievable. I knew she'd felt it too; I saw it in her eyes.

She'd woken up on a moan, with my hand in her panties flicking her clit. “Griz,” she'd hissed.

“Darlin', you don't call me that here in this bed while I'm playing with you.”

She'd nodded before my finger took her over the edge. I'd gotten up on my knees, my hard-on pointing in the direction it wanted to go. So I pulled her panties down and off as she lay on her back and watched, with lust-filled eyes and a cute smirk on her mouth. In a quick rush, my boxers were gone and I was between her outstretched legs.

“Grady,” she'd growled, because I was holding back. I had my dick just at her entrance, my arms and hands braced on the bed beside her waist. I hovered over her. She wanted me to plunge in, but I didn't. Instead, as I kept her gaze, I slowly pushed my cock inside her tight, wet pussy. She saw it then, what it was I had intended. I needed this—the slow, passionate warm-up for making love to my woman. Her eyes filled with tears, and as I withdrew from her warmth and sank back in, I bent and kissed her tears away.

“Fuck, darlin',” I growled as I got back up on my arms to watch her. “You feel so, so good.”

“Grady,” she moaned.

“Slow and easy, princess. Shit, this is us, darlin'. This is what we've got,” I said and witnessed the warmth seep into her eyes.

She knew. She got it.

“Babe,” she'd uttered and wrapped her arms around my neck, tuggin' me down on top of her. “I-I love this—us,” she whispered, and then pulled me into a fierce, smouldering kiss.

My dick, still moving slowly in and out of her, knew it was only seconds away from shootin' its load. Only, there was no way I was lettin' my woman—my old lady—fall behind. I went to reach between us, but stopped when Deanna grabbed my wrist and brought it up to link our hands and fingers together.

“I'm nearly there, babe. Hell, so close, just from you—from your dick.”

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Oh, damn. Grady.” Her tight walls clenched around my dick, and grunted moans fell from my lips as I planted my seed inside of her.

––––––––

G
oddamn it.
I threw the spanner down to the concrete floor and stood up straight. My mind was definitely not at work. I needed to be embedded in my woman's pussy. My dick was achin' for release, but there was no way of getting it. Deanna was at work; otherwise, I would've rode straight home and had my way with her, and she'd be more than fuckin' happy to oblige.

I looked down at my hard cock, thankin' my damn lucky stars that the garage wasn't full of other brothers. Only a few were scattered here and there, but no one who'd take notice I was palming my dick through my jeans.

Christ. I was palming my dick at work.

What the fuck had my woman done to me?

There was only one way to fix it so I could get some work done. I walked outta the garage and over to the compound.

Another blessin'—no one was around while I walked through the building and into my room. I closed and locked the door, and then leaned against it.

Shit. I can't believe I was gonna do this, like some stupid, horny kid.

With my fingers on my zipper, I pulled it down, undid the button, reached in and grabbed my hard cock. A moan slipped past my lips. I pulled my dick outta my boxers and started strokin' it as I walked over to the bed and sat down.

Up and down, my hand slipped with ease. A picture of Deanna popped into my mind, spreading her legs wide for me like our first time. I imagined her playing with Vinny, as she called her vibrator, rubbing it over and over across her clit and then down, pushing it in and out of her dripping hole.

“Shit,” I groaned. With my other hand, I pulled my black tee up and over my head, leaned back on the bed on one elbow and watched as my hand moved faster and faster stroking my dick.

A picture of Deanna riding my cock was what ripped a moan from my lips and had me comin' all over my own stomach.

Fuck. I was feeling the need to stay in bed and sleep for a while after comin' so hard, but I had shit that needed to be done. So I grabbed an old tee I musta left there a while ago from the other side of the bed and cleaned myself up.

A smile etched across my face. I really needed to play out that first time with Deanna again, and even have Vinny join us. After cleaning up in the adjoining bathroom, I made my way back out.

As I was just getting through the door to the garage, Town, a younger club member with shaggy blond hair and beady eyes, stepped up to me.

“Hey, brother,” he said.

“What's up, man?”

“Not much. I gotta work on a bike some bird is bringing in later. Though, I'd rather work on her, if ya know what I mean.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Town.”

“Hey, do you know where Talon is?”

“I saw him this mornin'; he said he was doin' shit at home today. Why, you need him?”

“Oh, no reason. Just wanted to shoot the shit.”

Like Talon would fuckin' want to.
He couldn't stand this little shit, but he was good at what he did—fixin' bikes.

“So what's been happenin' with you, brother?” he asked.

“Just the usual stuff.”

“Any, you know,
secret stuff
I can help out with?”

“What the fuck are you talkin' about?” I was starting to lose my good vibe after comin'.

“Oh, you know...drugs.”

I got in his face and hissed, “Listen here, you little shit. You've been here five months; you should know by now we don't deal with that shit, and if you ever fuckin' try to bring it in or on our territory, which you are a goddamn part of, I'll rip shreds through you—after Talon is done with you, that is.”

“Yeah, all right, brother. Cool it. I didn’t mean anything by it; I just thought all motorcycle clubs dealt with that sorta stuff. I wasn't hearing anything about it, so I just assumed I wasn't high enough in ranks to hear about it. But now I fuckin' know. Damn, you don't need to put my balls in a vice about it.”

“Town, grow the fuck up.”

Walking off, I looked to my side to see he was following. I stopped at the Chevy, picked up the spanner again and started to work on it.

“Soooo...”

“Town, go find somethin' to do,” I growled.

“Come on. I just wanna get to know you.”

Sighing, I said, “There ain't nothing to know.”

“Sure there is. I heard you got yourself a sweet piece of arse, but that she can be a ball-busting bitch. At least you've got a replacement mamma for your offspring. I bet that's all you're with her for, right?”

I needed this fucker to get outta my space, or I was gonna punch the arsehole out.

Which was why I said, “Yeah, brother, that's why I put up with her; she's a nice replacement-mum for Swan.”

“Oh, shit,” Town laughed.

“What?” Why in the hell I was encouraging him to talk, I didn't know.

“Is your woman blonde, with a smokin' body and blue eyes?”

Standing, I moved closer. “I'm startin' to get sick of you talkin' about my woman. Like I said, grow the fuck up and you may find something special like I did. No, she ain't a replacement. She never was. I was just lucky enough she was interested in me. Now you say one more word about her, I swear you'll be breathin’ by a machine.”

His eye widened. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Man, don't kill me, okay? She, your woman, was just here, and she just heard your earlier replacement comment.”

“
What?
” I yelled.

“Sorry, brother. She was just here, but ran when she heard that.”

I pulled my fist back and clocked him in the jaw. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

“Never call me a brother again, and you'd better goddamn pray nothin' comes of this little fuck up.”

Running to the door to hopefully catch her, I was stopped short when Zara waddled in looking angry as all shit.

“You.” She pointed. She walked up to me and stabbed me in the chest with her finger over and over again. “You wanna tell me why my best friend just left here crying?”