Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 28Graff

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Graff

Adelina planted her hands on my chest and pushed me backward onto the bed. She unbuttoned my jeans and worked them down my legs, allowing my straining cock free.

Despite my shower before, all the twisted and dirty guilt still covered me in grime. She was my oasis, the place where I could wash myself clean.

The dark room enveloped us like a deep well. For now, it was only us—my pain, her comfort. A fragile promise of good. A connection to remind me of the best things in life.

Things that were possible for us if all this other shit took a flying leap off a towering cliff.

But this would suffice, if only for tonight.

Sas had been right. Her presence and her touch soothed the rage and confusion.

She stripped her yoga pants and climbed up my body, kissing the weeping crown of my cock, my lower belly, over my abs, each of my nipples, the spot where my heart beat wildly under her ministrations, and then my neck.

When her lips met mine, it was like stepping into cool, clear water after wandering through a desert. I’d been parched—my throat dry, my soul cracked and crumbling beneath the weight of everything I’d carried.

Her kiss was different now than I’d tasted before. More mature and nurturing even though it’d been less than a week since I last held her close.

The strokes of her tongue were soft, like a gentle stream washing over me, cleansing the dirt and grit from my skin. Each touch was a wave, rolling in, breaking down the walls I’d started to construct around my pain, stripping away the blood that had stained my skin.

She slipped her hands into my hair as her light weight pressed into my body. A slow, steady tide pulled at the darkness that clung to me, loosening its hold. Her lips moved against mine. Her perked nipples grazed against my chest and eased the ache.

With every move she made, Adelina washed away layer after layer of blackness.

She was tender— we were tender with each other. She enjoyed Sas’s rough hand and Rafe’s desperate need for her. And after Savannah, I wasn’t sure what I could be to her. But I swear, she was hell-bent on showing me.

Each second in her embrace felt like rain falling over scorched earth, quenching the fires that burned within me. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until her kiss reached those parts of me I’d forgotten. The art that poured out of me on the ride home was dark, twisted, ugly... but I was starting to see color through the shadow.

She was finding the parts of me that still believed in something good. She was water, and I was drowning in the best possible way. She washed me clean again, if only for now.

Her parted legs allowed her slick pussy to slide over the length of my cock, the underside. And though I didn’t want the feelings to end, a different need coursed through my blood. I wanted to bury myself inside her, to have her inner walls drawing more from me.

I broke the kiss, my hands moving from her sides up her back. I plunged my hands into her hair and fisted them both, putting tension on her scalp and pulling back her head to expose her beautiful neck.

“Graff,” she let out on a needy breath, and I pulled her closer, kissing my way up the side of her neck and then sucking hard.

The demon inside me needed to mark her, to claim her as his master. He needed to give her everything so he could rest.

I was coming alive again beneath her, and it had to be the most glorious thing in the world. Letting go of her neck, I nipped her earlobe and said on a harsh whisper, “I need to be inside you.”

Even from where my cock sat between her lower lips, I felt her pussy clench.

“I want that clenching all around me, Adelina, bella.”

“Yes,” she said. “I need you too, Graff. All of you. The dark and the light. The color and the gray. Everything.”

I seized her mouth then, kissing her with all the love stirring within, but also with the pain and need. My horrible actions may have decimated me, but finding myself in her was proving to be the highest of highs.

When the kiss broke, we were both breathing hard, the urgency building to a point that we needed to be one. I grabbed the base of my cock as she lifted up and positioned her core over my head. As she sank down onto me, in a torturously slow motion, I threw my head back into the duvet and bit down on my bottom lip to keep from exploding too soon.

She let out breaths through her o-shaped lips as she adjusted to my girth, then she leaned forward, placing her forehead against mine and looking through my eyes into my soul.

When she apparently found what she was searching for, she sat up with my cock buried to the hilt, dragging her hands down the sides of my face, over my scruffy jawline, and down my chest. She found both my hands with hers and intertwined our fingers, and then she rotated her hips, finding her rhythm.

A beautifully broken cadence.

Our eyes remained glued to one another’s as I let her set the pace.

Until the sensations threatened to detonate and nature took over.

Pure instinct.

I rocked up into her, loving the wetness of her warm sheath.

Adelina met my every thrust, and together, we rolled like the ocean. We were the tides, rolling toward shore and retreating to build bigger, more intense waves. The waves crashed and built and crashed again as I slid in and out of her slick heat.

“Graff...oh, Graff. I’m gonna—” Her brows drew together as her eyes closed in pure ecstasy and her teeth sank into her lower lip.

Watching the beauty of her climb to orgasm on top of me was the pinnacle of my existence. “Come for me, bella.”

And when her body locked up and her fingers gripped my hands as her walls pulled against my cock, I shot upright, latched one arm around her waist and the other on her shoulder. In two more deep thrusts, I was coming too.

A slow, sensual, perfectly healing orgasm ripped through my body.

How long we stayed like that was anyone’s guess, but eventually, I rolled her to the side, keeping my softening cock inside, and pulled the covers over us both.

Hours later, with the sun streaming through the crack in the curtains, Adelina stirred in my arms. We had slept, not moving, until dawn. Although I had no idea how late it was when we’d finished.

Regardless, I felt lighter this morning. Sas had been right about her, but I’d already known how amazingly strong Adelina would be one day. Strong enough to take three rough men, strip us of our hurt and inhibition, and build us into something unbreakable.

Had she truly been no more than the spoiled rotten Mafia princess Sas first believed, we would all be somewhere else right now. Perhaps Sas wouldn’t be in jail, or maybe the lights would’ve gone out in Georgia for both Rafe and me.

I kissed our girl on the top of the head. “Good morning, bella.”

She paused as the cloud of sleep dissipated and then giggled. My half-erect cock thickened again inside her.