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“As twisted as this is, I don’t want to be anywhere else right now,” she admitted, her speed picking up, and I freed my hand, curing my fingers in the sides of her panties and ripped them from her body. One hand cupped her ass and the other methodically stroked her clit to the rhythm she set by her caress. “I might hate myself tomorrow, but tonight, let’s forget?”

She had barely finished her request when my mouth consumed hers. My tongue swiped against her soft lips and then dipped inside, locking with her own as I caught her moan. “Put your foot on the shelf.” I told her and she followed my instructions at once. I lined my tip up with her entrance, and she swirled it against her clit. Her eyelids met and her breaths became erratic. I took control, smacking the head of my cock as hard as I could on her sweet spot, and she cried out from a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Fucking more, Grey. Please, Wiley, don’t stop. I need you inside me now,” she begged, and I don’t know if I had ever moved faster in all my damned life.

My greedy fingers dug into her full hip, I wanted her to know who she belonged to. I wasn’t gentle, I was claiming her. The other hand palmed her neck as our lips crashed against each other, and I shoved inside her with a groan. “You feel fucking amazing, Darlin’.” I muttered, thrusting hard and fast and relaxed my forehead on hers. I wanted to watch her come undone. This would probably be the action that condemned me to a lifetime of suffering, so I wasn’t denying myself of any of it. No doubt tomorrow she would wake up in a panicked state and hate herself for what happened, but tonight I wouldn’t let her.

Her big perky tits bounced against my body every time I pushed inside her, and it only added to the euphoria. Her breaths sped into an uncountable pattern, and I panted along with her as we fucked. She groaned, and hungrily bounced herself up and down my cock, sending us both into oblivion.

“Fuck, Ezilynn.” I grunted while her walls squeezed me, and she came with me.

Once we soared back down to earth, I pulled out of her and shook my head as the epiphany entered my mind. One taste of her would never be enough for me. I was a fiend for her after just one hit, and I already wanted another.

“Osborne.” She smiled breathlessly, reaching for the shampoo, and got some into her palm.

“Huh?” I asked more than confused.

“It’s my last name.” She announced, rubbing her hands together and then ran her fingers over my hair.

“Townsend,” I told her my last name.

“Grey Townsend sounds like an expensive cologne.” She giggled, massaging my scalp with her fingertips and nails.

“It’s actually Greyson.”

“That’s less cologney.”

“Good to know,” I grinned, tipping my head backward to rinse my hair once she was finished.

16

WILEY

“Isaid she’s fucking clear, McFaye,” I barked into the burner phone. “If you come after her, be prepared to go to war with the Cleveland chapter of the Royal Bastards, and if you fuck with us, you piss off every other brother in the world. News flash, woman, bikers don’t like the feds.”

“Wiley, if you didn’t do it, and Ghoul did not, then who did?” she asked, the sheer curiosity in her voice was undeniable. I appreciated her not going into specifics, but even if she did, I still stood by my statement. I wasn’t giving her shit. My brother’s killer was a mystery, and if I had anything to do with it, it would remain that way. No one cared when a cockroach was killed as long as it was dead, so Garrett’s murder shouldn’t be any different.

“We may never know.” I shrugged even though she wasn’t able to see me through the phone.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Piss off, fuckstick,” I said. She wasn’t getting anything close to a welcome from me.

The only good things that came from this whole fiasco was Ezilynn and ridding the world of one more sick in the head, waste of human being.

EPILOGUE

Z

One month later

Ihated how codependent I was on Wiley after only a short time. It was fucking pathetic how much I wanted him. He did things to my body that made me feel things I had never felt before. No man had ever made me come so hard in my life, and, truthfully, I didn’t know it was possible until I was with him the first night.

Everything was a clusterfuck when it came to sensibility. Logically, I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him, but that didn’t stop me from doing it. He was interested in my past, wants, and my future. Malcom rarely asked how my day was, much less what my dreams were.

If I were being honest with myself, I hated how long I grieved for Malcom after Wiley told me what he was doing on the long business trips. There was no getting around it. I felt guilty, wondering if there was something I could have done to stop him, if only I figured out what he was doing. Remorse was second nature to me, and even though there was nothing within my power that would have changed him, short of killing him, I was no killer. I hated I hadn’t figured out his secrets. It took his death for me to know true heartache, but it wasn’t because I mourned him. I grieved the woman I could have been had we never met. Through all the pain and shit he released on this earth he brought Grey and I together.

Our relationship was still too new to put a label on it, but I didn’t ever want it to end. The lingering question that laid within me was if we had a future. Society seemed to believe every good relationship was built on a foundation of love and truth. That didn’t apply to Wiley and me. Death and debauchery had wound us so tightly that somewhere along the way our lifelines morphed into one solidary path. I didn’t belong in his world any more than he did in mine, but together we’d forge a new way of life for both of us.

“Best friend, of course, I’m not mad at you,” Dave repeated what he had over the past month. Initially he wanted to strangle me, but only after he was certain I was okay. I wasn’t able to say I was one hundred percent fine, and I didn’t know if that was something I would ever use to describe myself again. I was happy to report I was healing, though. After the initial shock of everything wore off, I had thought about moving back to Tennessee. After all, I didn’t have a ton of vacation days to use. When it finally came to the breaking point at work, I told them I wouldn’t be returning. Each time I considered going back to live in the house I shared with Malcom, a whirlwind of unwanted emotions all but consumed me. Most of which were the betrayal and hatred that festered within me for Malcom mixed with the guilt and pain of not knowing how many lives I could have saved had I known the truth about him. I just couldn’t do it. There was no way around it. Thankfully, Wiley didn’t have a problem with me living with him for the time being. There was no way of telling if two years down the road I would still be sharing a house with Zeus and him, but I hoped that I would be.

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