Grayson
Fuck. Ashley Johnson is something else. I've had women throwing themselves at me since the day I took over the Crimson Reapers. Comes with the cut. The patch. The reputation. Before I got married, I was running through a different chick every night. Sometimes two. Shit, sometimes even three. Anything to shut out the noise in my head. To pretend I didn't need the pills just to keep breathing. Never lasted long. And I sure as hell never thought I'd be the type to keep going back to the same woman for a threesome—especially not my sister's childhood friend. We're not exclusive. Made that clear from the start. Just a no-strings hookup. Still, I figured it would blow up eventually. Ashley always struck me as the jealous type. The slap-the-shit-out-of-you-for-looking-at-another-woman type. Turns out, I was dead fuckin' wrong. Because right now she's sprawled out on this table, Diamond's head between her thighs, moaning like she was made for it—and loving every second as much as I am. "Mmm, that feels so good," she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as Diamond's tongue teases her clit. "No," I growl. "Eyes on me, little minx." They snap open instantly, locking on like she knows better than to disobey. I watch every twitch, every shaky breath, the way her hazelnut-toned thighs tremble. My fist works my cock faster, feeding off every sound she makes. "Good girl," I rasp, heat crawling up my spine. "Cover her pretty face for me, baby." Diamond moans against her, her tongue moving quicker before sliding two fingers inside my girl's slick pussy. Ashley unravels within seconds. "Oh, fuck—Gray!" she cries, her voice nearly lost under the bass thumping through the club and the chorus of other people fucking around us. Her back arches, heels digging into the table as Diamond fucks her through the aftershocks. I don't look away. Not for a second. When she finally slumps back, chest heaving, my gaze cuts to Diamond. "Come here," I order. Her brown eyes go wide. She hesitates for half a beat, then moves toward me—like she can't decide if she's nervous or wet from it. Probably both. I pull her onto my lap, straddling me, my grip firm on her hips. I drag her mouth to mine, tasting Ashley's cum on her tongue. She moans into the kiss, grinding against the hard ridge of my cock like she's trying to get herself off on it. "Turn around," I murmur against her lips, low enough to sink into her bones. "I want her licking your pussy while I fuck you." "Okay..." she breathes, the word a shiver more than a sound, wetness already dripping over me from nothing but the thought. She pivots in my lap, and I hook my arms under her thighs, holding her wide open before driving her down on my cock in one deep, claiming thrust. She gasps loud, her head tipping back against my shoulder as I work her up and down my length. Ashley's still watching, her eyes dark and hungry. I lift a brow. She drops to her knees without a word, palms braced on my thighs, and leans in. Her tongue flicks over Diamond's clit each time her ass meets my hips, making her jerk and tremble. Diamond's cries spill out loud, desperate. "Fuck," I snarl, heat pooling low as I watch my girl push her higher with every stroke of her tongue. Moments later, Ashley shifts lower. The second I feel her tongue drag over my balls, slow and deliberate, my vision damn near whites out. A deep growl rumbles from my chest. "Fuck, Ash..." My head tips back for a breath before I force it down again. I want to see this. Every fuckin' second of it. Diamond shudders on top of me, still riding the rhythm Ashley set, and I catch that she still hasn't stopped rubbing Diamond's pussy even with my balls still in her mouth. Talented little minx. Ashley alternates between sucking and licking, rolling her tongue while she moans softly like she's savoring me. The vibrations shoot straight through my cock, buried in Diamond's dripping pussy. Diamond's hips jerk, her breath hitching. "Oh God—oh, God..." Yeah, she's right on the edge. So close I can feel her walls fluttering around me, trying to drag me over with her. I lock my hands on her hips, keeping her exactly where I want her. "That's it," I growl in her ear, my voice rough. "Give it to me. Let her watch you fuckin' fall apart for us." Diamond whimpers but rides me harder, her soft moans breaking into loud, desperate cries. I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck and feel her come apart—her entire body quaking, soaking my cock and thighs. Ashley doesn't let up, her mouth still on Diamond's clit, sucking her through every shiver and gasp. "Good girl," I murmur, lapping at the mark I just left. "Ride it out... let her devour every drop." Diamond's nails scrape lightly over my arms as she tries to steady herself, her breathing ragged, head bowed until damp strands stick to her flushed cheeks. Ashley finally pulls back, lips slick, a smug little smirk curving them as she looks up at me. I meet her gaze, sliding Diamond off my cock and onto the couch beside us—spent, trembling, and still trying to find her goddamn soul. My fist closes around my cock, stroking slow as I crook a finger at Ashley. "Your turn, little minx." She stands with that seductive sway in her hips she knows drives me crazy, her eyes locked on mine like she's already decided how this ends. When she reaches me, I catch her wrist, pulling her into my lap. Her pussy hovers just above the head of my cock, heat radiating between us. "You gonna make me wait," I murmur, tweaking her nipples through the thin material of her dress, "or you gonna be a good girl and take what I give you?" Her smirk deepens, but she doesn't answer—just reaches between us and sinks down on me in one swift, greedy motion. A groan rips from me, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it. All the fuckin' way, baby." She bites her lip, rolling her hips slow at first, savoring it. But I'm in no mood for slow. I haul her down onto me, her gasp shattering into a moan, and drive into her with steady, punishing thrusts that make her nails bite into my shoulders. She doesn't flinch. Doesn't try to slow me down. She takes it—lets me fuck her exactly how I need to. Every stroke bleeds the tension out of me, violence and need twisted together, until the rest of the world is gone. Her breath fans over my neck, her body tightening like she's trying to lock me inside her. "Gray..." she moans, her voice breaking. I grip her ass and force her down my shaft again, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing. Buried inside Ashley's heat, my mind goes blissfully blank. No thoughts about the club. No endless list of responsibilities stacked up and waiting for me the second I walk out of here. No replay of what I could've done differently to keep my wife from walking away. Just this. Pleasure. Heat. Release. The only thing I want right now is more. She moves with me, riding each thrust like she knows I'm using her to burn through every dark thought in my head. "Baby," she breathes, her voice a plea and a challenge. I hold her tighter, pounding into her until the table behind us rattles from the force. "That's it, little minx," I growl, feeling her squeeze around me. "Let me ruin this sweet pussy for anyone but me. Let everyone here hear you scream my name." "Oh, fuck," she mewls, but I don't ease up. Not even a little. I push harder, faster, each stroke tearing another cry from her throat until she's screaming, her body convulsing as she comes apart around me. I bury myself deep, the heat in my gut snapping loose, and a guttural snarl rips from me as I spill inside her. For a few long seconds, I hold her there—our hearts hammering together, her pussy milking every drop. She hums a content sigh, but before it turns into something heavier, I slip out of her. Diamond is still sprawled on the couch, watching us through half-lidded eyes, the slow rise and fall of her chest proof she's just barely recovered from her own high. I lean back, take in the sight of both of them wrecked and glowing, and feel that familiar calm settle in—a rare, fleeting quiet in my head. It won't last. It never does. But for now? It's enough.Alyssa"You ready?" Ashley asks as we pull into the clubhouse lot. Morning slices across chrome—King's, Niko's, and Mason's bikes parked in perfect formation, metal flashing like teeth. The air is crisp, a raw mix of exhaust and wet leaves that smells like trouble waiting to happen. Of course, Gray's bike is nowhere in sight. He's probably off handling whatever chaos couldn't wait until nightfall. Typical.That means Ashley won't get the confrontation she came for.Fine. I'll chew my men out solo.My hands grip the steering wheel until my knuckles go white. If what Ashley told me is true—if there really is a trafficking ring in our town—keeping it from me wasn't protection.It was betrayal. Plain and simple.Did they honestly think I couldn't handle it? That pretending I was fragile somehow made me safer?After everything I've fought through, everything they know about me, they should know better. Ashley's right. I was born into this life.This MC runs in my blood. Time to remind
Mason"When are we gonna tell her?" Niko asks, his eyes locked on the laptop screen, blue light reflecting off his face.He's been digging into Senator Alder's finances for hours, his fingers flying over the keys like he can hack his way straight into the bastard's soul. Meanwhile, King and I have been combing through camera feeds—traffic lights, alleyway corners, gas stations—anything that might give us even a glimpse of what went down the night of the drop.So far? Nothing.Either the footage was scrubbed, or those sick fucks knew exactly how to stay hidden.Not that there were many cameras in that part of town anyway. It's the kind of place the city pretends doesn't exist—where drug deals go down dark alleyways, and the only witnesses are junkies or corpses no one bothers to claim.Even if more than one person saw it happen, they'd keep their mouths shut. In neighborhoods like that, silence isn't loyalty. It's survival.I lean back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face, the weig
AshleyGray: Gonna be busy all day. Pack a bag. Want you to stay at my place.I stare at the text, propped against my pillow with the sheet clutched to my chest—not because I'm embarrassed. Please. Gray's already seen every inch of this fine-ass body, and I'd flash the whole damn block before I ever pretended to be ashamed of it. The sheet's just something to hold on to while I fight the urge to yeet my phone across the room.Stay at his place? The hell does that even mean—one night? A week? Am I pulling up with a cute little overnight bag, or should I be backing a U-Haul into his driveway? My thumb hovers the screen, itching to fire back a smartass, "define pack a bag." But under the attitude, my chest squeezes tight. Because if Gray's really asking me to stay with him, then maybe—just maybe—he's not bullshitting about the promises he made yesterday. I should be hyped. Thrilled, even. But Gray's not the "let's play house" type. He doesn't invite anyone into his space unless he mea
Grayson"Baby, I'll be back later, okay?" I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead."Mm-hm." Ashley burrows deeper into her pillow, her lips twitching faintly like even asleep she knows I'm still here. She looks at peace. Soft. Content. That glow that only comes after hours of tearing each other apart and piecing ourselves back together. We spent the day making up the only way we know how—skin on skin, nothing left but heat.It almost makes me stay. Almost.But War's call won't leave my head. The moment I saw the missed call at four a.m., I knew. Shit's moving, and it's worse than I thought.I just called him back. He's got a name. A thread to pull.So I sent a message out to my brothers: Church. One hour. No excuses.We can't sit on this. This is our window, our edge.And I'll be damned if we don't use it.The ride to the clubhouse is nothing but static—plans, angles, a dozen ways this can go wrong and the one way it has to end right. Catch the bastard. Shut it down before it sp
WarBlunt pinched between my fingers, I let the smoke curl slow toward the ceiling as one of my dancers, Naomi, flips herself upside down on the pole. Her heels smack chrome, legs spread wide for the kinds of men who couldn't get laid unless they paid for it.Business at Rapture's been good. Too good.Nothing sells better than ass. Doesn't matter if it's dusted in glitter under neon or raw in some backroom—men'll bleed their wallets dry for five minutes where they feel wanted. Powerful. In control.The Iron Serpents is my kingdom. Rapture's the throne room.Every dollar that moves through this joint feeds the club—fresh cuts on my brothers' backs, a roof over their heads, ammo stacked for the next asshole dumb enough to test us. The girls get paid. The rules stay clear. Cross one and you learn quick why we run this town.Working with the Reapers fattens the cash. Their enemies are ours now. Their assets back mine. Muscle multiplies. Protection sharpens. Power consolidates.Moonshadow
AshleyWith the help of aspirin, a few mind-blowing orgasms, and a long nap in Gray's arms, I'm feeling somewhat human again by mid-afternoon.He's still out cold—stretched across my bed like he owns the lease, naked, shameless, completely unbothered—while I drag my hungover ass to the kitchen. I whip up pancakes, bacon, and eggs, letting the smell of grease and syrup do its thing and sober me up a little more.Don't get it twisted—I'm still pissed at Gray. But the way he showed up last night, making sure I didn't choke on my own vomit? The way he fucked me like it meant something instead of using my body to blow off steam?Yeah... that's progress.It's proof he's trying. Shows he's not out here running game on me, or jumping into some other bitch's bed just because we're not official.But none of that changes the fact that we still need to talk.Ground rules have to be set if Gray actually wants another shot with me.Any tattooed bad boy with a deep voice and an ass you could bounce