Page 20 of Grimm
Why didn’t he tell his brother about our deal?
Viper ushered me through the garage’s lift doors and one of the garage bays, then out a door at the back of the building. We stepped onto a small gravel path and walked a short distance in silence, tension lingering in the air. This man was a member of Sin City and saw his president nearly kill his brother over the woman who’d put the founder in prison. What was there for either one of us to say to one another?
Noises of the night echoed all around us. Sounds I usually found solace in did nothing to drown out my anxiousness.What’s gonna happen nowswirled in my head. What would Angus say? There was no way these men would keep quiet about what had happened. What would they say about me?
At the end of the gravel path sat a beautiful ranch-style home with an attached two-car garage. It had a manicured lawn and perfectly-trimmed hedges, nothing like what I’d assumed would be Tavish’s home. Viper pushed one of the black-paneled double doors open, and my eyes widened when we crossed the threshold. It was like we had stepped into a home makeover magazine. Everything looked so pristine. Did I need to take off my shoes?
“This is Tavish’s place?” I asked, following Viper.
His home looked like it was ripped from the pages ofArchitectural Digest. I gazed around the massive open floor plan in awe. The place was so immaculate with its slate gray floors, powder blue walls, navy furniture, and dark wooden beams accentuating lofty ceilings. This was like a show home, not a place someone lived in.
“You can have a seat over there.” Viper motioned to a navy couch with yellow and white striped throw pillows in front of a group of three large-paned windows, trimmed in white, taking up the entire wall. “Prez shouldn’t be too long.”
I nodded and sat down while Viper stood with his massive arms across his chest like he was making sure I didn’t move.
My eyes continued to dart across the room, taking everything in, looking for any sign of the life Tavish lived outside of Sin City MC. Nothing said “home” anywhere, not even the abstract painting with yellow, gray, and blue splashes on a large white canvas that hung perfectly above a rustic mantle and light gray stone fireplace. All of it looked staged.
“Your name is Viper, right?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence in the room.
We didn’t know each other, but he’d been polite enough. And I’d seen his pale ass while he’d screwed someone into oblivion. That alone was enough to at least have a conversation.
While I waited for his answer, I eyed the beautiful black and white snake tattoo that rose from under his shirt. It stretched across his collarbone, wrapped around the back of his neck and ended with the snake’s mouth biting his throat.
Grimm must be named after the Reaper. I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Yes.” His one-word response broke into my thoughts and was also very telling. Getting information from him would be difficult, if not damn near impossible.
“Well, Viper, how long have you known, Tavish?”
“I don’t think we should be talking about—”
The noise from the front door slamming shut and the sound of heavy footfalls off the floors stopped his response.
“I’ll take it from here, Viper,” Tavish said, never taking his eyes off me. “Thanks.”
Although his voice was strained, it reminded me of warm and smooth honey. Honey I wanted to be poured all over me and licked off by him. Despite him being dangerous, seeing him nearly beat his brother to death with his bare hands, and having the rumors confirmed about him burying bodies in the desert, I still couldn’t stop my desire for him. Desire I wanted to give into so badly.
Viper looked between us, smirked, and then headed toward the door. When the door closed, Tavish slowly stalked toward me like a predator stalking his prey. He reached out with bruised knuckles and hauled me from the couch, his large arms engulfing me. The fire in his eyes filled my entire being with want.
“Tavish…” I whispered before all my calm shattered when his mouth brutally but so beautifully crashed into mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
GRIMM
I couldn’t stop myself from tasting her. Colin was right about one thing; if Gina were anyone else, she would have been dead for having the nerve to step foot on Sin City territory. But she wasn’t just anyone else. What Gina was, I hadn’t put my finger on yet, but she was special.
Colin had accused me of choosing pussy over family. If in his shoes, I would have accused him of the same thing. But pussy wasn’t it. Not with Gina. It went beyond what was between her beautiful thick thighs. Although I couldn’t deny I wanted to fuck her, there was something else going on between us. She felt it, and I felt it the minute I laid eyes on her at the clubhouse. It was fucking electrifying and terrifying at the same time. It wasn’t the best situation to explore what was happening between us but fuck it. I wanted her any way I could have her. For however long she would have me.
My name from her lips shattered all my resolve. I wanted to punish her for disobeying me earlier yet praise her for trying to protect my little brother, even if it was from me. His ungrateful ass deserved the beating he got. I could have killed him when I saw the grip he’d had on her. The promise I made her was the only reason I restrained myself from doing more. He knew it, and I knew it.
After our little “talk,” he understood not to say another damn word to her unless it was to beg for her fucking forgiveness and to thank her for saving his ass. Brother or not, I wouldn’t be responsible for what happened the next time. Next time, not even Gina would stop me from snapping his neck. Blood or not.
I moved my mouth over hers, devouring the softness of her lips. Since she stepped foot on clubhouse grounds, I wanted to taste her and feel her softness against the hard planes of my body. She moaned, and the sound went straight to my cock.
I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers, trying to calm the fire raging inside me before I exploded inside my damn jeans. We needed to slow down to make sure this was what she wanted before things got carried away. It was exactly what I wanted.
I was thinking with my dick. We were a fucking Chernobyl-level disaster waiting to happen. She was law enforcement, and I was a One-Percenter. We were on different sides of the law, shit, even society, but all I could think about was being inside her pussy, her beautiful dark skin covered in my cum. Like I said, I wasn’t thinking with my brain, and I was sure we both were getting ready to fuck everything up.
