Page 2 of Deception (Deranged Drifters MC #22)

Chapter Two

Griffin’s Beach Grayson

A shley Tate rests her head on Grayson’s bare chest as they lay on the couch in front of the television, their clothes thrown all around the room.

“I don’t know what it is about this movie, but I can never make it to the end without climbing on top of you,” Ashley says, her dark hair splayed out for his fingers to toy with.

“I don’t mind,” Grayson says with a smile.

And he really doesn’t. Every time she suggests they try to watch the movie again, he knows he’s getting laid.

They’ve tried to get through it at least a dozen times since they started dating, and each time, they’re lucky to make it to the halfway point.

If someone asked him what it was about, he has no idea. He just knows he loves it.

This time, they only made it about ten minutes before her hands roamed along his body until his jeans were unbuttoned and down to his ankles. If she’d been any rougher, she’d have ripped them as well as popped his hip out of its socket.

He’d expected Ashley to climb on top of him and ride him like a bucking bronco.

It’s one of his favorite positions because he gets one hell of a view, but he didn’t mind the least when she kneeled between his legs and sucked him as though her life depended on it.

Her tongue and mouth greedily tasted him until he felt like he floated above the couch rather than sitting on the cushion when he came.

Yes, he may not know what this movie is or what it’s about, but he thinks it just might be his favorite.

“You have amazing rebound time,” she says, her lips peppering his chest with kisses. “Even after you finished in my mouth, you were ready to go in again in minutes.”

Smirking, Grayson twists a few strands of hair around his index finger. “Baby, I think you underestimate just how much I love burying my face between your legs.”

At one point in his life, he’d imagined what he has with Ashley with Colt’s wife.

He’d loved Lex Dalton—now Lex Nichols—with his whole heart.

He says it started in middle school, but it actually started long before then.

Knowing she was with Colt, of all people, drove him insane, but he’s glad he didn’t get what he wished for.

Lex told Grayson that he was in love with the idea of her, not actually in love with her. When she’d told him that, he thought she was crazy. Blind. How could she not see how much he loved her?

Ashley Short was a couple of years ahead of him in school, and he never knew all that much about her.

He wasn’t on great terms with Colt and Ky, mostly out of jealousy because of how close they were with Lex, so he never knew much about their families.

Not unless they made the papers by being arrested.

And he doubts Ashley would have given him a second glance back then.

But when she moved into the house next door to him, she captured his heart in a way he’d never expected.

For the first time, he understood what Lex meant when she said Grayson wasn’t in love with her.

The way he loves Ashley couldn’t be more different from Lex, and he’s proud to call Ashley his wife.

“I think you love how I moan out your name,” Ashley says.

He laughs and looks down at her. “Well, it’s not a turn off, that’s for sure.”

“What do you think it is about this movie?”

“I don’t even know what the damn thing is about. But as soon as I see that opening sequence, I know I’ll never be disappointed.”

“I bet you aren’t,” she says as the credits roll. “Maybe we should try it again.”

Giving a fake groan, he tugs on her hair. “Are you trying to wear me out, woman?”

“If we’re tired, maybe we’ll finally make it through.”

He flips them over, pinning her beneath him, and nips at her chest. “I don’t think it’ll work.”

The smirk she gives him lets him know the movie doesn’t need to start over at this point, and her hand slips between them to stroke his hard cock.

“I don’t think so, either. It hasn’t even started yet, and I’m soaking wet already.”

He thrusts his hips into her hand as his phone rings. They both groan, and she tightens her grip on his manhood hard enough to make him hiss.

“Don’t answer it.”

“I have to,” he grits out, annoyed at how turned on he is at her rough-handling him. “I’m working on something for the club, but I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

“I accept that.”

Once he’s released, he smirks as he grabs his phone. He knows exactly what Ashley expects, and he has no problems giving into her demands.

Grayson’s smile disappears and he’s suddenly on high alert as he sees the name on the screen. Alex McKenzie is the only person on the GBPD he still trusts. “Alex?”

“Julian has a warrant he’s about to serve at the clubhouse,” Alex says, her voice muffled. “He has an informant, Grayson. I don’t know any more than that.”

She hangs up before he can ask a single question, and he looks at Ashley lying deliciously on the couch with her fingers playing between her legs. “I need you to call Lily, Ash. Tell her she needs to get to the clubhouse right away. There’s a warrant about to be served.”

The overly sexualized touching stops, and she jumps up to find her phone, not bothering to grab anything to cover herself. Any other situation would have Grayson too distracted by his naked wife to focus on anything, much less the task at hand, but this is important.

He tries to call Colt, but it just rings until it goes to voicemail.

“Lily, it’s Ash. You gotta get to the clubhouse. Yeah, right now. There’s about to be a warrant served. No, I don’t know what for. Got it.”

“Damn it, Colt,” Grayson mutters before calling Brock only to get his voicemail, too.

“It’s after eight. They’re in Church.”

Great. Now what? Lex? “Hey, do you have that emergency line that Lex had?”

“Yes!” she says and reads the number to him.

He calls, his fingers tapping his bare thigh as it rings twice before Colt barks, “Who the fuck is this and where did you get this number?”

“It’s me. You gotta lock down the gate. Julian’s on his way with a search warrant.”

“What?”

“Ash just called Lily, and she’s on her way to meet them.”

Shifting of the chairs in the room fills the earpiece, and Grayson knows he’s on speaker. He also knows he can’t reveal to Colt what else he learned because there’s no telling who the informant is.

“Get what you can, and put them in the hiding places. Move them to the apartments of the guys without felonies in case they’re searched.”

“Colt, take me off speaker. I gotta tell you something.”

“Hold on,” he says. “Brock, close and lock the gates. I don’t want them surprising us.”

A few comments come from a distance, but they quickly disappear when Colt takes him off speaker. He can only imagine what it is they’re hiding, and he hopes it’s not much. He also doesn’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss in this type of situation.

“Okay, you got just me.”

“Julian is getting information from an informant. It has to be someone from the inside.”

“What? Who?”

He sighs and wishes he’d had the chance to ask Alex even one question. Not that she seemed to have any answers. “I don’t know. The person who told me knew nothing more, either.”

“You trust this intel?”

“They went out on a limb to give me a heads-up about the warrant, so yeah, I do. You have someone talking to Julian. You have a rat, Colt.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Grayson?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks, man.”

Hanging up, he turns to Ashley who stares with wide eyes. She may not want much to do with the club, but she understands it well enough to know what this means. She understands better than Grayson, that’s for sure.

“Someone’s talking to the cops?”

Nodding, Grayson lets out a long breath. “That’s what Alex said.”

“Alex McKenzie?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s ratting to you about a rat in the clubhouse?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Why?”

“Because she doesn’t like what the department has become. It used to be a respected authority that helped people. Now, it’s all about positive press and making Julian and Travis look good. It’s as corrupt as it’s ever been.”

Sauntering over to him, she looks up into his eyes. “And she wants you back? On the force, that is?”

He knows what she’s doing. She’s on a fishing expedition. “Baby, what do you think went on between Alex and me? We were only partners on a couple of cases.”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Did you ever dress her up in wigs?”

Groaning, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. Why can’t we just let my poor life decisions go? “No.”

“Have you ever been with her?”

He could lie. Tell her no, he’s never fucked her and never wanted to, but he knows it’s a guarantee the truth will come to light not long after he does. The world just seems to work that way around this town. “Yes.”

Backing away, she looks surprised. It clearly wasn’t the expected answer. “What?”

“We were undercover,” he says.

“Really? What was the case?”

“We were trying to catch a killer who broke into homes, raided the place, and killed his victims before posing them in crude positions to be found. He got off on the shock value.”

Her nose scrunches up. “Gross.”

“We learned he got off on watching the couples together before he broke in. Based on the evidence we found outside their bedroom windows, he really enjoyed it.”

A smirk appears. “So you had to have sex to get him off?’

“Yes.”

“What kind?”

“Ash, I’m not doing this. Not like this.”

She walks around to stand behind him, pressing her front against his back. Her hand slides along his side and stomach until she reaches his now-soft cock. Her gentle strokes bring him alive, and he moans as her hard nipples dig into the skin on his back.

“How did you fuck her, Grayson?”

“You really want to know?”

Taking his right hand in hers, she brings it back and lets him feel between her legs. So wet.

He toys with her clit between his fingers while she strokes him. “This feels wrong,” he says.

She kisses along his shoulder blades, and everything feels erotic. Reaching behind them with his free hand, he grabs and squeezes her ass. Everything’s backwards, and it’s interesting to play when he can’t see her.

“I’m not jealous,” she whispers. “Was it good?”

“It was okay.”

She tightens her grip on him like she had earlier, and he ends up on his tiptoes with the pain. Pleasurable pain. “Just okay?”

“It was good,” he gasps, his legs shaking as he nearly comes when she loosens her grasp. “It was good, okay?”

As much as he wants to share how much he enjoys that, he’s a little terrified of how out of control it could get. It’s the one part of his body he can’t afford to break.

“What did you do?”

Licking his lips, he moans as she picks up her pace. The conversation about how he once fucked another woman has a strange effect on her. “We knew what he liked, so we played up to that. Needed to make him interested enough to break in after watching us.”

“What did he like?”

Her breathing picks up as he rubs furiously, and he knows she’s close. “We went down on each other before I took her. He liked it when his victims got rough.”

“You played rough with Alex?”

“It wasn’t crazy, but there was nothing really loving about what we did.”

“Grayson,” she moans and releases him to hold his sides as she comes from behind him.

Her nipples scrape along his back as she pants, and he bites his lip. It’s a type of kinky he’d never thought to explore before. But the situation comes back at him as she reaches for his cock again.

“Is it wrong for us to do this?” he asks. “The clubhouse is about to get raided, and we’re playing with each other as we talk about a time I had sex with another woman.”

“What would sitting around worrying do? There’s nothing that either of us can do. Might as well get fucked in the best way while they’re getting the opposite.”

He chuckles and turns to face her. “You have quite the way with words. It’s like you’re an author or something.”

“Fuck me like you did her.”

Ashley stares into his eyes, and her voice is husky and filled with desire. Any worry he may have had about her jealous streak disappears. They’ve never gotten particularly rough, but she’d never given him any indication she’d be into it. Until now.

Dragging him by his manhood into their bedroom, she cups her chest and tugs on her nipples as her head falls to the side. “How do you want me?”

Grayson may have given up his old dreams to be with Ashley, but he will never regret making her his wife. And he’ll never be disappointed in this firecracker who seems to always find a new way to surprise him.

The relationship they have is one he always wanted. Desired. And he finally found it with her.

“Lay on your back, your ass off the bed. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

Wiggling, she does as he says. “I think I’m going to like this.”