Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 44 Graff

After one orgasm and watching Adelina impale herself on Rafe, my cock stirred again. But the urgency had slipped into something more meaningful.

I stroked myself as they took a moment to connect.

There was love building between Rafe and Adelina, the kind of emotion that would carry them and us through the worst of times and make the best of times shine. The kind of love I’d always seen with my mother and three dads.

Once we got the MC back to safety, we would have to make a trip to Idaho so I could introduce her and her harem to my parents. And to be perfectly honest with myself, I was shocked that I found this in the MC. I always believed I’d have to go back to the commune to find someone who would accept what I had always wanted in a relationship.

I wish my sister had been more accepting, even if she didn’t want that for herself. Then, perhaps, my family would still be in California.

“Alright, kiddos,” said Sas from the chair. After he’d stripped his clothes, he’d sat down and stroked himself too. Why wouldn’t we, when the scene we were playing out was fraught with love, devotion, and the beauty of sex?

His words broke the lingering kiss between Adelina and Rafe, but they held their foreheads together for a second as Adelina said, “Ti amo tanto.”

Even I understood most of that—at least the I love you part.

She pushed Rafe back and started tilting her hips. His hands rested at her waist, but he let her work him as he watched with the eyes of a starving man.

I glanced at Sas, who nodded his permission. Not that he would deny me, but I wanted to make sure he wasn’t ready to take control again.

Sitting on the desk, I drew Adelina’s head over, kissing her gently as she rode Rafe. I tasted him and her, and the intensity of it had my cock leaking again.

Her hands came up to cradle my face, and I wove my fingers into her hair.

Vaguely, I heard Sas rustling through the desk, but I ignored it and kept kissing our girl. Tilting my head left, then right, completely consumed in everything she had to offer. Until she pulled back and leaned her forehead to mine.

“Graff,” she said on a breath, “you’ve been so much. Our glue.”

“Adelina,” I started to object, but she pressed her finger to my lips.

“Shh, hear me out,” she said.

I bit my tongue.

And she continued, “You helped Rafe be with me. With us. Despite his torment. You’ve been at Sas’s side since before I came into the picture.”

“Damn straight,” Sas spouted off. “The man’s more than a brother.”

Adelina glanced over at him, a warning in her glare. He might want to control her, and she would let him sometimes. Now wasn’t one of those times.

When the silent convo between them finished, she turned back to me. “You eased me into the club, Graff.”

“But you’re the one who brought me back from a really terrible place.”

“And I will always do that, Graff. Whenever you or Rafe or Sas need that, I want you to lean on me. I’ll be your rock.” She moaned with the next roll of her hips, closed her eyes, and reopened them. Breathless. “You are the one, though...”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, clearly trying to keep her body from quickening before she was well and ready. Through it all, I kept running my fingers through her thick hair.

Gaining control, she finished, “You’re the person in this that makes us one, and I love you all the more for it, Graeme.”

Now, my eyes burned, and my chest suddenly felt full to the point of exploding. She saw to the core of me, all my wants and desires, what I needed to be whole.

“I’m so in love with you, too, Adelina,” I said in a low voice, then almost in a whisper, I added, “So much it terrifies me.”

“Give me your fear, Graff.”

I nodded and kissed her again.

But Sas interrupted our kiss. “Well, well, well.. . your father was apparently one horny ass son of a bitch.”

Adelina pulled back and chuckled, then we both looked over.

“Don’t call my nonna a bitch, Sas,” she joked.

Rafe barked a humorless laugh at that. “She was to me.”

Adelina ran her hand down his bare chest, stopping her hip action. “Nonno Ivo slept around, not only with your mother, Rafe. Nonna Petra’s rage was misplaced, and I’m sorry for that.”

“Look at this shit.” Sas pulled a bottle of lube out of the desk and a stack of photos.

“Who prints pictures like that anymore,” I asked, wrinkling my nose.

“Apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Adelina mused as she looked down at the images of her father fucking one girl and then another. Other than the keen observation, no emotion crossed her face at seeing the images of her father in very compromising positions.

Then, she grabbed the stack and threw them frisbee style.

They landed in the spilled Scotch and immediately discolored.

“Lube’s still good,” said Sas with a shrug.

Adelina moaned and started grinding on Rafe again, then looked at me with molten fire in her eyes. “Come here.”

She wrapped her hand around my cock and pumping, slower this time, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Sas opened the bottle, squirting lube along his fingers. Then, he dropped it and wrapped his other hand in Adelina’s hair.

Forcing her to look at him, he said, “You ready, wifey whore, for us to own every part of you?”

Then, not giving her a chance to answer, he crashed his lips to hers.