The Originals (Ghosttown Riders #10)

Chapter Fourteen

Son of a bitch!

Regina was still fuming when she made it back to Grain’s room. She slammed the door behind her so hard a framed picture on the wall fell to the floor. The glass hadn’t broken. Too bad! She was beyond livid. Being with Grain for almost a year and living the club life, she understood that other women, mainly club whores, were part of it. Nudity ran rampant in the clubhouse, along with open sex acts on full display. Regina herself had partaken in a few exploits in public. However, it was common knowledge to everyone, Grain was her man. The thought that he’d even indulge in humoring a club whore had her seeing red.

Fuck him!

She stalked over to the bed, grabbing her shirt from the floor. When she heard the door crack, her blood boiled through her veins.

“You calm down yet?”

Regina had a retort on the tip of her tongue. However, if there was one thing Grain hated most, it was being ignored. That was the beauty of knowing someone so well. I know your triggers . Regina quickly put on her shirt, flipping her hair from the collar. She glanced across the room, searching for her pocketbook.

“Gee,” he snapped, moving closer, but she side stepped him, walking to the chair in the corner. She grabbed her bag, hooked it over her shoulder, and dug inside for her keys.

It would be a long ride home on barely any sleep, but she’d do it. If for no other reason than to prove her point. As much as they spent a lot of time together, they were separated a lot too with the distance from Lawry to Ghosttown. There’d been times when Grain’s runs were scheduled on days she didn’t work and vice versa. Spending time apart meant their trust for one another had to be solid.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going!” he shouted, throwing his arms up in the air, clearly frustrated.

Regina continued her silent treatment. Why wouldn’t she? It’s working.

She was halfway to the door when his hands gripped her hips, and he picked her up. With her feet dangling, she tried to kick her way out of his hold. It was useless. Grain outweighed her by at least one hundred and twenty pounds and had the strength to back it. He tossed her on the bed, and she scrambled to the other side, but he grabbed her leg, pulling her back. She flipped to her back and lifted her leg. One sharp kick and he’d be on his knees. Unfortunately, Grain was one step ahead of her. He wrapped his hand around her ankle and came over her body, pinning her against the bed. With her legs trapped, she could only rely on her arms, but Grain was quick, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head against the mattress.

She continued to thrash but didn’t get very far.

“Calm the fuck down.”

“Fuck you, Grain. And get the hell off me.” She glared. “I’m going back to Lawry.”

Grain scoffed. “You ain’t going anywhere.”

“I’ll fucking scream.”

Grain smirked. “You’re always screaming when we fuck. That ain’t gonna make a difference to anyone. Now, settle the fuck down so we can get onto the fucking.”

Regina ground her teeth, squinting. “Why don’t you go fuck Miss Tits-Out at the bar?”

Grain squared his jaw. “I didn’t fucking touch her or any other woman or whore here.”

Regina raised her brows. “Oh, just here?”

“Anywhere!” Grain growled. “There’s only one little fucking psycho who gets my dick hard.”

Regina rolled her eyes. Most women would have been offended by the comment. But Regina saw the compliment through the insult. This was their life together. Tumultuous, toxic at times, and never a dull moment. And neither one of them would have it any other way. For all their fighting, they loved each other.

Grain took advantage of her silence, seeing it for what it was. Finally, Regina was calming down. He leaned closer and lowered his voice to a graveled whisper. “And I’m the only asshole who gets you wet.”

Regina scoffed, playing it off. She wasn’t about to admit it during a fight, but she hadn’t looked at another man since getting together with Grain. And she had options. She’d been hit on daily at the bar. None of them compared to Grain. It took a special kind of man to handle Regina while knowing he could never tame her. That was Grain, accepting her for exactly who she was.

“Tell you what? I’ll be fair. If you’re not wet, I’ll let you leave.”

Fuck!

“I’m not wet!” It was a blatant lie. All their fights ended in makeup sex. It was the best kind.

The corner of his mouth spiked. Grain brought her wrists together, and before she could pull away, he clasped them together with one hand, leaving his other one free. His knuckles slid over her chest and caressed her stomach. He unbuckled her jeans and lowered the zipper.

“Grain,” she warned, but her low pant was impossible to hide when he dipped his hand down her pants.

He leaned forward, licking her neck. Grain wasn’t playing fair. He groaned as he slipped his finger inside her and whispered against her skin. “So fucking wet for me.”

Regina could have fought against it, but Grain’s pull on her was magnetic and virile. He was impossible to resist when it came to sex. And why bother trying when it felt so good? She’d go back to fighting with him later. For now, she just wanted him inside her.

She strained against his hold until he released her. It was then a frenzy of him finger fucking her and Regina tearing at his shirt. Passionate was an understatement when it came to their sex life. They were beyond connected since the day they’d met. He knew all her sweet spots, and she knew his. They were in sync and perfect for one another in the bedroom. In the shower. In the bathroom at several bars in town. The list was endless.

Grain slid another finger inside her, and she rode his hand hard, swiveling her hips. He ripped up her shirt and dropped his mouth to her nipple, suckling hard then tonguing the tight peak. Regina managed to pull off his shirt and lowered her hands, working on his belt buckle. But she needed to hurry. Grain was putting her over the edge. In another minute she’d be on the verge of an orgasm.

She dug her nails into his stomach and moaned. “If I come on your hand, you’re not coming inside me.”

Let that sink in, Grain.

Grain’s hand stilled, and he glared up from her breasts. She cocked her brow in a challenge. They were always fighting for dominance in the bedroom. Grain usually won, but he wasn’t above bowing out to get what he wanted. His heated gaze told her everything. As much as he was enjoying his power, he wanted to come too.

“So unless you trust my mouth on your cock” —she paused— “and considering our fight, that’s a risk, baby. You might wanna stop before I come.”

Grain shook his head, let out a deep chuckle, and slowly pulled out his fingers. “You’re a crazy fucking broad.”

Yes, I am.

Grain pushed off the bed. His pants dropped to the floor in two seconds flat. Regina hooked her thumbs through the waist of her jeans and tried to wiggle out of them, but Grain grew impatient and tore them down her legs.

He grabbed her hip, flipping her over on her stomach. He grasped her hips, pulling her up on all fours, and without any warning, he thrust his cock inside her. Regina gasped, tossing her head back and closing her eyes. This was her favorite position, and he knew it. His palm spread out over her back, digging his nails into her skin as he fucked her hard.

“Ahhhh, fuck.” She moaned.

Never in her life had she imagined having sex with the same man for almost a year. Surely it would grow stale and boring. Grain proved her theory wrong every single time.

She rocked back on her knees, essentially riding him from the front. It was a grab for power, and Grain gave in. Briefly . He groaned, sliding his hands over her ass and squeezing. She dropped her face to the mattress, feeling him everywhere. She curled her toes, digging them into the sheets as her body tensed. She was seconds from coming and tightened her walls uncontrollably.

“So fucking close.” She moaned.

Without warning, Grain pulled out and flipped her over on her back. He hooked his arm under her thigh and sunk inside of her. She was half dazed being so close to coming before he switched positions. His mouth came over hers, his tongue sliding past her lips. He thrust deep and hard. The bed slammed against the wall, and the springs creaked.

“Den…” She moaned, hooking her leg over his back and her arms over his shoulders.

Sex was the only time she ever used his real name or an abbreviation of it. But every time she did, he responded with a feral grunt. Grain liked it.

He dug his fingers into her thigh and tangled his tongue with hers, breathing heavily into her mouth. His hips shifted, and she ripped her mouth away, gasping for a breath as she came. So fucking hot! He was only seconds behind her, slamming and crushing against her until all his weight came over her, and his breath echoed through the room.

Fine. I forgive you for being an asshole.

****

Grain took a deep drag from his cigarette, watching Regina walk across the room naked. If he had it his way, she’d never wear clothes. Well, within reason. Grain enjoyed the sight of his woman, but he didn’t like anyone else appreciating the view. Jealousy had never been an issue for Grain in the past. He’d never thought of anyone as his until Regina. Now? He was territorial and possessive when other men were around. It had little to do with insecurity and more to do with his claim over her. She’s mine.

She sauntered through the room, and his gaze zoned in on her ass. Best fucking ass he’d ever seen.

“So, tell me about the run.”

There was a general rule for members. Discussion of club business was never spoken about outside of the brothers. That carried over to associates and old ladies. Admittedly, Grain probably shared more with Regina than the others shared with their women. He was notorious for having a big mouth, which had gotten him into trouble dozens of times. However, Regina was loyal and faithful, not only to him but the club. She may have been the most hated old lady, but she was respected.

She grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it over her shoulders, concealing most of her body. She sat down facing Grain and raised her brows. He could almost hear her exasperated sigh. “I’m waiting.”

Grain took a drag from his cigarette and leaned over, tapping the ashes in the tray next to his bed.

“Just some changes.”

“What changes?”

Regina got a lot of information, but he never gave her everything. This specific topic called for more secrecy. He could only share so much since it now involved outside associates. Aligning with the Underground, an elite organization that had their hands in every illegal entity throughout the state, would be a game changer for the club. It would open up more revenue, fortify their territory, and offer back up if they ever needed it. But it didn’t come without risks and severe consequences if they were caught. Doing runs across state lines carried heavy penalties. They could be tried in multiple states. With the members’ rap sheets, no one would get off without punishment.

Ghosttown hadn’t fully committed to working with the Underground, but they had taken a few jobs in the past year. Sal ran the organization and was pushing for the club to come fully onboard in a partnership, but Jack resisted. Instead, he offered a trial period, which surprisingly Sal agreed to at the time. But the Underground was growing impatient with Ghosttown, and the pressure was mounting. Especially for Jack, who would ultimately decide their fate.

“Got some deals going with some people up north.”

Regina knitted her brows. She knew enough to know exactly who he was referring to.

“Sal Caruso and his brother, Jimmy?”

Shit! My big fucking mouth. He should’ve known Regina would put together the connection.

Grain gave a curt nod and took another drag from his cigarette. He was hoping that would be the end of the conversation, but he knew his woman. She always pushed for more.

“Why?”

“We align with the Underground, we got no worries about our territory. Do a few jobs with them seals our connection.”

“What kind of jobs?”

No. Grain may have a big mouth, but he never gave details. It wasn’t safe for her to know. She already knew too much. Anything more would put a target on her back, and if a deal went south, Regina could be seen as a liability to those outside of the club.

“Good ones. Make us a lot of money.” He paused. “We could move out of the apartment and maybe get a house.”

Grain had been looking in Lawry, knowing Regina needed to be close to work. The houses were out of their price range for now. But if they got more jobs through the Underground, he and Regina could be moving in another year or two.

Regina took the cigarette from his hand and took a drag. She glanced around the room, biting her lip. Grain rested his hand on her knee, gaining her attention.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You going to jail.”

Fuck!

“I ain’t going to jail.”

“You don’t know that! You could…”

“I do fucking know, Gee,” he snapped. “We do shit smart. We don’t fucking get caught. Ain’t been a problem in the past, and it won’t be one now.”

Grain saw the concern in her eyes.

“What do they deal in?” she asked.

Grain grabbed the cigarette from her hand and tossed it in the ashtray. “A lot of shit.”

“Like what?”

Again, more details he couldn’t give her. She could push all she wanted, but Grain wouldn’t cave on this. Not when it meant her safety. On the chance they did get caught, she’d have nothing to give the cops. And without information, she couldn’t be linked to their illegal endeavors.

“Let’s fuck again,” Grain said, and she immediately scowled, but he saw her lips twitch.

She knew what he was doing by purposely changing the subject. But she seemed to accept it. Grain had no doubt she’d bring it up again, but for now it was over.

He pushed up from the bed, wrapped his arm around her waist, and laid back down, taking her with him.

She fell over his chest. He slid his hand over her ass and hooked it under her thighs, forcing her to straddle his lap. In another few minutes, he’d be ready to go again. It didn’t take much with Regina.

“Don’t forget about Tuesday.”

He furrowed his brows as she leaned across his arm. Just the small shift in her body had his dick getting hard once again. He slid his hands over her ass, swiveling his hips for direct contact with her pussy. The last thing he was thinking about was Tuesday. Who gives a fuck about Tuesday?

Regina moved over his chest, pressed her hands against his pecs, and pushed herself up. She was sitting over him, and all he could concentrate on were her breasts. He shifted up, wanting to get a taste, but she pushed at his shoulders.

“Tuesday?” She raised her brows, waiting on him.

Fuck me. And fuck Tuesday. Grain had no idea what she was talking about, but if he had to guess, they’d discussed it before. He just might not have been paying attention. That was the last thing he’d admit to Regina, especially with her naked in his bed.

“Yeah, Tuesday.”

She squinted, and the corner of her mouth curled. “You promised me Tuesday night, Wednesday, and Thursday.”

He grasped her ass trying to maneuver inside her, but she sat firm and wouldn’t budge. Grain sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know, Gee. Tuesday.”

When he tried again to shift his hips and slide inside her, she dug her nails into his skin.

“Christ, woman!” He glanced down at his chest. Her nails were sharp as knives.

“And Wednesday and Thursday.”

Grain grunted, squeezing her ass. “Yeah, fucking Wednesday and Thursday. Now stop busting my balls and get on my dick.”

Regina lifted her hips and snorted. “Real fucking romantic, Grain.” Then she sank down on his cock, and he groaned.

Fucking perfect!