Page 37 of Griz's Edge

All the times I’d driven past the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse, I never thought I’d actually be stepping into it. Not until Griz came into my life.

Sure, Griz said I was coming here for a party on Friday, but that was at the end of the week. I thought I’d have time to get used to the idea of being here around so many people I didn’t know.

Instead, I’m freaking out on the inside, and I don’t know why. I’ve never been the nervous type. I’ve been around bikers before. Even loads of rough around the edges’ men. I grew up with a man like my dad. I shouldn’t be in the least bit freaked, yet I am since I’m essentially meeting Griz’s family for the first time.

Over the weekend, during one of the breaks of our marathon sex, Griz and I were cuddling while he told me that the club was his family, them and his dad. His mom died years ago. His dad was still around, though he’s been out of town for the past two months, having decided to go riding coast to coast.

“Don’t get out,” Griz orders after parking the truck. He quickly gets out and slams the door shut behind him.

I watch him as he rounds the hood and comes to my side. I barely get my seatbelt off before he’s there, the door open, one arm beneath my knees, the other behind my back. Griz scoops me out of the truck with such ease, it doesn’t jar me in the least bit.

“Once we get you inside, we’ll get you cleaned up and into bed,” he murmurs, making his way to the front door. “I’ve got one of my brothers stopping in town to get something from the diner for you.”

“Bacon cheese fries, I hope.” If there was any time for loaded cheese fries, now would be it. It’s comfort food and so good.

“Told him to get your usual and two of today’s special. Before you ask, I don’t know what it is.”

It didn’t matter what the special was, I knew it would be good. The diner always has great food.

Relaxing into Griz, I close my eyes as we approach the clubhouse. I don’t know who all will be in there, but having seen so many of Griz’s brothers at the scene of the wreck, I’m not sure how many more there are. It’s something I hadn’t asked Griz about.

“Hey, Griz,” a woman calls out the instant we step inside. “Blow called and said you were on the way. He said you might need some stuff for your woman. I put it on your bed. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Thanks, Storm, appreciate it,” Griz grunts.

Opening my eyes just enough, I’m surprised to see the woman who he called Storm. I’d seen her around town a few times. Off to the side of the room, there were several other women, all dressed scantily, where Storm was dressed in jeans and a white fitted tee with the Devil’s Riot MC logo across the front, emphasizing her breasts.

Storm’s eyes meet mine, and she gives me a smile that isn’t fake in the least. “Hey, Marley, I’m Storm, Blow’s ol’ lady. If youneed anything, let me know. What I put in Griz’s room was a pair of fresh leggings, and by that, I mean new panties and a bra, as well as a tank top. There’s also some girly soap so you don’t have to use Griz’s. Blow had said you and I looked about the same size. I guess he was right.”

“Thank you,” I utter, unsure what to think about the woman. She’s young yet seems like she would be an incredibly sweet person.

“No problem.” Nodding, she looks to Griz. “I’ll be in the kitchen getting the boys’ dinner together if you need me for anything. They’re napping, so I need to get on that before they get up and I’ve got my hands full.”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way, and you know it.” Griz snorts and walks past her, making her laugh.

I close my eyes as he keeps going. I didn’t have it in me to look around or to pay attention to the scantily clad women. I make a mental note to ask Griz about them later. Right now, I am too exhausted. My body was screaming at me. My head hurts. I want a shower. Then I want to climb into a bed and just go to sleep.

Well, I want to eat something before I do that. Maybe take something for the aches and pains.

Griz stops us a few minutes later, jostles me slightly as he opens a door and steps through, closing the door behind him. “You’ve got a choice, sweets, we can shower first, get you clean, or we can make that phone call. You pick.”

“Shower.” There was no picking to it. I smelled like smoke and blood.

Something had hit me in the middle of my car exploding. The paramedic had cleaned a wound at my hairline along with the rest of the road rash that could be seen. I could feel a few other spots I hadn’t let them look at. My back was scraped up. My bottom hurt. Those places I didn’t let them exam.

“You got it, baby,” Griz murmurs, carrying me across the room through another door to the bathroom.

“This is nice.” I thought he might have had to share a bathroom with a bunch of others, instead it was attached to his room.

“We all have our own bathrooms. The brothers, that is. The fallen harlots all share one, though.”

“Fallen harlots?”

“It’s what we call the women who stay here for . . . ugh, best way to say it is they’re here to fuck and give it up whenever their services are wanted.”

“So, they are whores,” I note.

“Yep.”

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