Page 32 of Griz's Edge

“Interesting,” she mutters and lifts her head.

“Not that interesting.” I shift beneath her, letting her feel how hard I already am for her. “Now, I gotta ask one thing, sweets.”

“What’s that?” Marley’s voice drops just a bit.

“You look into this shit, you don’t do it alone. Let me and the club help you. We don’t know what you could uncover, and it’s always good to have someone at your back.”

Marley seems to think about this for a moment before nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you all help.”

“Good.” Grinning, I slide my fingers up and into her hair. “Since we’ve got all that sorted, it’s time to sort something else entirely.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MARLEY

Monday mornings are the worst.

I didn’t want to get out of bed. I especially didn’t want to get up this morning. Mainly because I’d been enjoying the warmth of Griz’s arms around me. Other than getting up to eat, we stayed in my bed for the rest of the weekend, and it had been completely and totally marvelous.

Even now, I could still feel the luxurious aches all over my body even after getting up, getting dressed, then going to work, mostly between my legs. I didn’t think a man could go as many times in a day as Griz went. Each time had been different. Several times, he’d taken me slow, built a burn inside me I didn’t think he’d be able to extinguish or grow even higher. Regardless, Griz did. Other times, he took me fast. However he took me, it didn’t matter. I enjoyed every bit of it. My favorite part had to be when I rode him. It was my favorite because he’d grip hold of me while he sat up, kissing me.

I didn’t want to leave him this morning, but he also had to get to the clubhouse, saying he had shit to do. I didn’t know what he did for the club and honestly, I wasn’t sure I cared. I’m surehe’ll let me know what he does when he’s ready. I, for one, won’t be demanding he tell me, considering I get club life, though I’ve never lived it. It’s just that I’ve been around men like him all my life.

The only men who filled me in on everything were Grail and Bash, only because I’d been part of the team. Technically, I still was a part of it.

I sometimes miss working alongside them; however, I don’t think I’d ever be able to move back. In a short amount of time, I’ve come to find this town my home.

I love being able to go to the diner and chat with Deloris when I’m grabbing dinner. I enjoy being able to see my grandma more often. Granted, I ended up canceling on her this weekend. She seemed fine with it. She said she was going to play bingo at the community center. I didn’t even know she played bingo.

My phone shrills its loud ringtone I have set for my dad and mom when they call, pulling me out of my thoughts. Sighing, I press the answer button on my steering wheel as I drive through town toward my destination. I had papers to serve, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. This isn’t the first time I’ve served this particular person with papers, and it’s never pleasant. Not that he’s done anything wrong, but he’s always an ass about it.

“Marley?” Dad calls before I manage to greet him.

“Yes, Dad, I’m here, what’s up?”

Turning the wheel, I pull into the establishment’s parking lot and park.

“Just checkin’ in. You’ve been dodging calls all weekend.”

“I wasn’t dodging calls. I was just busy.”

No way was I going to answer the phone while I enjoyed the pleasure of being in Griz’s arms. My dad has a sixth sense about things he needs not to know.

“Okay, but before this weekend, you’d been keeping your calls short, not barely talking. Can’t fix things when you don’t talk, darlin’.”

“Everything’s fine, Dad, I’m good. Y’all are good. Nothing to fix.”

The only way anything was going to be fixed was if I could find the person responsible and put both my parents’ minds at ease.

“That’s bullshit, Lee-Lee, and you know it,” Dad remarks, not pussy footing around. “You came home and brought up a subject that is best left in the past. Neither your mom nor I handled it the way we should?—”

I totally wasn’t in the mood to have this talk with my dad right now. “Dad, I get you want to talk right now, but I’m in the middle of some things and can’t really talk about this.”

I didn’t want to talk about it at all right now. Not until I solved who was behind it.

Dad doesn’t say anything for a while, and I thought he might’ve hung up at first until I looked at the screen.

Nope, he’s still there.

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