Page 14 of Unruly Defender
CHAPTER FIVE
– HENLEY –
I’m doubting my ownsanity as I get on my bike and ride over to the marina.I should be heading over to meet with Yates and a few other brothers he’s reached out to.Yates and I have set things in motion to take back what’s rightfully mine but we need to let others know what’s about to go down.It’s tricky, though.Yates isn’t completely sure about a few brothers on which side they are.
Apparently, Rush has promised them loads of cash without any effort.Of course, it’s dirty business he’s put his sticky fingers in and that’s not something we want the club connected with.But like I said, the asshole does have some bikers wanting to lean this way so we have to be careful who we approach before I walk into the clubhouse.Even more because Rush is the type of leader who forces his way and uses force against those who stand up to him.
That’s also why I’m questioning my sanity.I was set to keep my distance from Gracy but seeing her hugging Clemente made utter rage flow through my veins.It doesn’t make sense and maybe it’s the whole “if I can’t have her no one can.”But right now, as I park my bike and head to her boat, I leave it all behind me.My mother told me all about her and how they met and how fucked-up her father is.A father who turned out not to be her biological father.
Man, how can Clemente just throw that little piece of information at her as if it’s nothing?But, to be honest, I’m glad she’s not connected to this asshole, Spencer, by blood because I’ve dealt with him before, he’s a fucking snake.But all of this is something that slams into a person, and when I received her text, I had to go to her to make sure she’s alright.
It’s pitch dark on her boat and I’m not liking this one damn bit.A woman all alone late at night, even if I know this marina must have some form of security, and she has Finn with her, she shouldn’t be here all alone.Not with the information Clemente shared with her on top of everything.
I get on board and I hear Finn coming my way and the murmur of a faint, “No, no, Finn, stay here.”
I scoop Finn up and walk to the front where Gracy is trying to get up.There’s an empty bottle of wine and a new bottle right next to it.I put Finn down just in time to catch Gracy who stumbles over her own feet.Both of us curse for different reasons.Gracy about the pillows trying to tackle her and me for her drinking too much on a damn boat.
I bend down and take her into my arms and head below deck.I give a short whistle and Finn grabs his stuffed shark and follows me down.I have to say, this is one damn fine boat.There’s a wide space with a tiny kitchen, a large couch split in two so it covers half the space left and right along with two tables in front of it.A TV is plastered against one of the cabinets across the kitchen and in the back is a door where I imagine the bedroom is.
Gracy slaps my shoulder.“Put me down, I was going to fix something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t have had all that wine,” I grumble.
“You’re not my father,” she shoots back and snorts, “I already had that position doubled today.Cleared up.Switched.Clarified.Whatever.I’m hungry.”
Her feet hit the floor and she heads for the kitchen.When she passes Finn she mutters, “Go, Finn!At least one of us gets to have happy hump time.”She pulls open the refrigerator and bends over.“I could use some serious hump time.I need it more than food.”She shoots up and glances at me.Dead serious she asks, “Any chance you want to rethink the whole no sex thing?Because I’d be willing to do the whole down and dirty thing and move on as if nothing happened.”
She sidesteps as if the boat is going through rocky weather.“And I’m not just saying it because I’m drunk, because I’m not.”
Right.I’m pretty sure I could get tipsy from her breath alone if I’d kiss the fuck out of her right now.I’m glad I went against my better judgement and headed over to her.And I can’t believe Clemente left her alone to get drunk on a damn boat.
I stalk toward her and grab her by the shoulders to guide her to the side.I bend down to have a look into the refrigerator myself and glance around before checking some of the cabinets to see what I can whip up for us to eat.
“We’re not going to have sex, Gracelynn.And it has nothing to do with you being sober, tipsy, or drunk.I need for you to be safe.And that means I can’t get involved with you, no matter how badly I want you...it’s not safe.”
“We’d be safe if you use a condom, doofus,” she says and rolls her eyes.
Yes.Definitely sober as fuck.
“I don’t have a condom on me, darlin’.”I can’t help but chuckle and I can’t think of another answer as I gather some stuff to make spaghetti.
“Aw, shucks.”She sighs overdramatically and plunks down on the couch next to the kitchen.“I’m not on the pill or anything because I haven’t had sex in years.Stupid guys.Did you ever notice the different types of guys and how you can tell with one glance if someone is trying to hide their personality?It’s in the eyes.People who are rotten on the inside always hide things.It’s a gleam.I knew my father...who in fact turned out not to be my father at all...he has the gleam.I should have known.I wish my mother would have left him sooner and had her happily ever after with my biological father.Life really sucks.Like major sucking.Like more than the best blow job I ever gave.Shit.Forget that last part.I give good blow jobs.I just meant the way I hollow my cheeks til the max, the whole ultimate sucking experience.”
