Page 28 of Property of Grifter
“You don’t live in a house,” she counters.“I don’t see the club being a place for kids either.”
I let my fingers sift through her hair watching her face closely.If I hadn’t been, I would have missed the pleasure that flashed briefly when I mentioned kids.“I can still run a club and live in a house, baby,” I remind her.“Right now, I want your mouth.Are you going to give it to me?”
Georgia surprises the hell out of me when she leans up and puts her mouth on mine, her tongue sliding against my lips, silently asking for permission.I wouldn’t have thought it possible but that excites me more than anything I’ve experienced.I open my mouth, my tongue sliding against hers.I welcome her kiss, but I let her stay in charge wanting to see what she will do.She deepens the kiss, her hands grasping my cut, her fingers clutching the leather and pulling me in.“Griff,” she breathes against my lips and her hips rock underneath me.God, she’s like a drug and I’m quickly becoming addicted.My hand goes to her shirt and I’m just about to lift it over her head when someone pounds on my door.
“Yo, Prez.The men are waiting on you,” Scorpion calls out.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, letting go of my woman’s shirt, and flopping over on my back as I try to get control of my raging hunger for her.“I’ll be there in a minute,” I answer louder, my voice hoarse as hell.Damn, my hands are even shaking.Georgia needed to come with a warning label, the way she makes me lose control.
I force myself to look over at her and she’s watching me carefully, licking her lips.“You better go,” she whispers.
“This won’t take long and when you get back, we’re going?—”
“To watch a movie and talk.Despite what just happened, I don’t think I’m ready for more just yet, Griffin.”
Disappointment hits me, but I push it away.She’s staying the night with me and agreed to share my bed—even if it is platonically.I’ll take it for now.I’ll eventually break through her defenses.Georgia just needs to trust me and in time she will.I’ll see to it.
“Okay, baby.I’ll miss you,” I agree, kissing her lightly and pulling away when Georgia begins to lose herself.I won’t take advantage of her.I’m going to play by her rules.With that in mind, I force myself to get up and damn if my knees don’t feel weak.I reach down in my pants and adjust my aching dick.When I hear Georgia’s gasp, I look down at her with a grin.“See what you do to me woman?You’ve got me so hard I could hammer nails into a concrete pad.”Her face moves from shocked to fits of giggles.The laughter only increases when I lean over her and start tickling her body any place that I can touch her.“I’m going to get you and show you what happens when you laugh at me after making me need you so much,” I fake growl.
“Stop!”she screams, although the word breaks off into more laughing.“Stop, stop!I’ll be-be-be good,” she adds, the words stuttering in between gasps of giggles, as she twists her body one way to the next, trying to get away from me.
The sight before me fills me with so much pleasure that I stop and just kiss the hell out of her.“I’ll be back soon, baby.I’ll have all my men occupied so stay here until I get back, okay?I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Okay,” she says softly with smile.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect, Georgie,” I tell her, my heart feeling like it might burst in my damn chest.
I force myself to kiss her forehead and leave the room without looking at her again.If I do, I’ll never leave.I need to get this meeting over with and get back to my woman.It may sound crazy as hell, but I know in my heart that for the rest of my life—no matter what happens or where life takes me—I’ll always come back to Georgia Cutter.My world now revolves around her, and nothing could make me happier.
15GRIFTER
As I walk downthe hall, the clubhouse feels colder tonight.Of course, that could be because I just left my woman’s arms and the warmth of her laughter.This damn place feels dismal as hell, too.I need to talk to the men about fixing it up some.We just have other, more pressing needs and until I can get our businesses bringing in more money, I need to tackle the most important shit first and let others fall through the cracks.
As I open the door to the meeting room where we have church, I feel gazes shift to me.I concentrate on the concrete floors, cinderblock walls, and the echo of my boots as I cross the room.The air seems thick with oil, leather, and the faint stench of old beer.The TV hanging on the far wall is turned off, but the lighting in the room hums low and shines brighter around the red flag on the opposite wall.It hangs behind where I sit, and I take a second to glance at it before I sit down.Kings of Anarchy is stitched bold and proud across it in block lettering.Kings Ofis arched at the top,Anarchyis curved below.Our club emblem is in the middle of the lettering.It’s a wicked looking skull wearing a crooked gold crown and wearing a silver-and-black bandana.There’s an anarchy symbol carved into the skull’s forehead.It’s the kind of emblem that delivers a message.It’s one that warns outsiders not to fuck with us and I need to make sure that message is delivered loudly now that I’m the leader.
There’s no furniture in this room, save one massive, sleek, black oval conference table and ten expensive, black leather chairs surrounding it.It’s clean, simple, and cold—exactly how this room should feel.This is for business only—no bullshit.
My men are already seated when I walk in.Not one of them, except for C and Scorpion, look happy to see me.That doesn’t bother me in the least.I don’t need smiles.I need loyalty.C sits to my left, my second-in-command, my anchor.Scorpion’s to my right—Enforcer, muscle, and the closest thing I’ve got to a brother in this club.The rest fill the other chairs.Cowboy, Savage, Sidetrack, Hellfire, Hades, and Skeeter.That’s the club essentially.The prospects aren’t here—they haven’t earned the right to be a member, to wear our patch and have a vote.Some probably never will.
I take the head seat, lean back slightly, and let my eyes sweep the table.One by one.Measuring.Weighing.No one meets my gaze too long.The gavel waits in front of me.I pick it up, bang it once on the table, the sound sharp as gunfire.
“Church in session.”The room goes silent.I can feel the tension vibrating in the air, the weight of everything I’m about to say pressing down on all of us.“I’ve claimed Georgia Cutter as my old lady.”My voice comes out rough, steady.“That’s not going to change.I’ve said it before, but tonight it’s official.”A few glances shift, but no one says a damn thing.I keep going.“She’s been shown disrespect tonight—from a prospect and from Daisy.That ends now.I came here to take this club back to a place of strength and power.You voted me in, and I’m here to lead.But I’ll tell you this—if any of you think I’ll stand by while my woman’s disrespected, you’re dead wrong.”I lean forward, elbows on the table, stare them all down.“If a man’s got a woman that he cares enough about to ink her name into his skin and claim her under the club’s colors, she deserves respect.That’s how it’s going to be under my watch.No exceptions.No bullshit.”My tone drops low.“If that’s a problem for anyone, there’s the door.Walk now and save us all the time.”
There’s a long pause before Hades shifts in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck.“Shit,” he mutters.
I cock a brow.“Something you want to share, Hades?Or are you just scared that tiny little girl in there is going to hex you and make your dick go limp for life?”
The room cracks with a few snickers, but Hades isn’t laughing.He leans forward, voice serious.“Damn it, Prez, don’t joke about that.You don’t know the voodoo that chick’s done.It’s creepy.”
I fight my anger and just give him a look.“What’s she done that has you acting like a kid worried there’s a monster under his bed?”
“She dreamed a barn burned down—and it did.”
That earns him a few nods from the others.My jaw tightens.“What else?”
He hesitates, then looks at me carefully.“You know Alex was sweet on her once?”
That gets my attention.“The prospect tonight that disrespected her.ThatAlex?”
