Page 5 of The Secrets We Keep (Sovereign Sons MC: North Carolina #1)
GRAYSON
That night, I still can’t get Sophie out of my mind. We came back to the clubhouse for church, and we’ve been hanging out in the common area ever since.
There are still a few other charters hanging around, not eager to leave John’s celebration too soon. It’s still a big party around here. Which is how I find myself a little tipsy and with Candy giving me a lap dance.
My cock is rock hard and angry. He’s mad that he can’t fuck the one person he really wants to.
Normally, I wouldn’t show any of the club girls this kind of attention, I’ve never been that guy with them.
But right now, I need the release that Candy can offer me, no matter how much I don’t want it to be her.
I grab Candy’s hand as I rise from the chair, tugging her after me and toward one of our guest rooms. Some of the members from the other charters cheer me on and I can practically feel Candy preening behind me.
I know that this is going to be a mistake, I just don’t really care right now . I need to blow off some steam .
I walk down the hallway in search of an empty room, pushing the door open wide when I find one. I haven’t brought any woman into my space at the club and I’m not going to start with one of the club girls, it will only lead to an issue with her.
“We’re not going to your room?” Candy pouts as she sits back on the bed, spreading her legs and showing me her barely concealed pussy.
“It’s off limits,” I mutter, reaching for my belt and whipping it off.
Candy takes the hint and immediately undresses, licking her lips as she lies back on the bed again before I’ve even got my pants unzipped. I’m not getting naked with this woman.
I walk over to the bedside table and open the drawer, finding a box of condoms inside. We stock them in each of the rooms even though most of the men refuse to wear them. Fucking dumbasses.
I stride back over to the end of the bed, pushing my jeans and briefs down just enough to free my aching cock.
Candy’s eyes widen at the size, and I won’t lie and say that doesn’t help boost my ego.
I pull the condom to my teeth and tear open the wrapper before pinching the tip and rolling it down my length.
I grab Candy’s leg and pull her closer, enough that I can feel the heat of her pussy on the head of my cock.
Just before I push inside, someone pounds on the door.
“Gray, I need to talk to you,” Rowan calls through the door .
My head falls back as I groan, pulling the condom from my cock and tucking it back into my pants. I leave Candy on the bed as I open the door and head down the hallway with Rowan.
He gives me a knowing look and shakes his head but doesn’t say anything else until we reach my office.
“Noah was looking for you,” he tells me as he takes a seat on my couch. “He had a report on Sophie. I told him I’d give it to you since you were indisposed,” he adds with annoyance before pulling his phone out and offering it to me.
My eyes scan the document. I read that Sophie has been living in Atlanta since she left Silver Springs and that there is no significant other in her life, there’s not even mention of one from her past. I relax after reading that.
The report says that she and her son, Asher, live in a small, furnished apartment in a not-so-great part of town.
She worked at a restaurant for the last five years but was fired yesterday.
That explains why she’s looking for a job.
As I read on, the report has details of where she’s been using her credit cards the last few days and there’s a record of her staying at the shittiest hotel in town.
My hackles rise when I realize that she didn’t just stay there last night, she checked in again a few hours ago, too.
I grind my teeth as I toss Rowan his phone and walk out the door with him hot on my heels. “Where are you going?” He asks.
“Fucking Sunrise Inn,” I growl .
“Fuck,” he grunts.
We make our way through the clubhouse and to our bikes in the large garage. Rowan hops on his bike at the same time I hop on mine, and we take off an instant later. We tear off the gravel road and onto the highway, flying through town and to the pit that Sophie decided to stay in.
Multiple creeps scatter as we pull into the parking lot of the Sunrise Inn, the sight of our bikes and patches warning them away.
In this town, everyone respects the skull and crown patch, even the lowlifes.
We park our bikes and walk into the so-called waiting area.
The front desk worker’s face pales when he sees us.
“Uh, what can I do for you?” He squeaks.
“Where is Sophie Parker staying?” I growl.
He quickly looks at the logs, his hands shaking as he searches for Sophie’s name. “R-room 217,” he stutters.
I’m moving before he even finishes his sentence, heading toward the stairs and taking them two at a time. I hear Rowan behind me but don’t slow down, following the signs until I find her room. I step up to it and pound on the door until it flies open.
Sophie is standing there in an oversized t-shirt; her blonde hair is wild around her shoulders and her eyes are wide in shock. “What the hell do you want?” She asks breathlessly .
“You’re not staying in this dump, get your shit and let’s go,” I bark out as I push past her and into the room, finding her son frowning at me from the bed.
“You can’t just barge into this room, Grayson!” Sophie growls as she follows after me.
“I can and I did. Get your shit together,” I tell her as I turn around to face her.
She stops in front of me, scowling up at me and trying to look intimidating, but failing miserably since she’s only five foot two and I’m six foot four.
“We’re not going anywhere with you,” she mutters.
I turn my attention on her son. “How would you like to ride on the back of a motorcycle?” I ask him with a smile plastered on my face.
“Can we mom?” He asks as he jumps from the bed and rushes to put on his jacket and shoes.
Sophie glares at me even harder, if that’s even possible. “No, Ash, we’re going to stay here.”
“No, you’re not,” I tell her. “You’re going to pack your things and go back to the clubhouse with Rowan and me.
You’re not staying in this dump.” I step even closer to her, causing her to back up a step.
“You can come willingly, or I’ll carry you out myself.
What’s it going to be Soph?” I ask her with a maniacal smile.
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She chose option number two .
After Rowan and I packed up everything in the hotel room, along with the help of Asher, he carried the bags down to the waiting SUV that Noah drove over while Asher followed behind him.
I stalk toward Sophie as she backs up toward the bathroom shaking her head.
“No,” she whispers.
“Oh yeah, Soph,” I murmur before I lunge for her, grabbing her by the hips and throwing her over my shoulder. She starts to flail, so I slap her on the ass, making her stiffen in surprise. “I’ll do it again,” I warn her.
She doesn’t move again as I take her from the room and down the stairs. Nor when I give the front desk worker cash to cover her room and walk out to our bikes. Noah had the smart idea to bring us helmets and we find Asher sitting on the back of Rowan’s bike with a wide smile on his face.
“Mama! Look how cool I look,” he calls to Sophie.
She lifts herself up enough to see and immediately starts pounding on my back. “He’s not riding on a motorcycle! He’s too little!”
I swat her on the ass again. “He’s bigger than I was the first time I rode on a bike and Rowan will take it easy on the drive back.
He’ll be completely fine. I’m going to put you down and you’re going to climb on the back of my bike.
A prospect already took all of your things back to the clubhouse, and that’s where I’m taking you. ”
I put her on the ground and can’t help but chuckle at her appearance. Her struggle has only made her look even sexier. Her hair is mussed, her face is flushed, her nipples are poking through the thin material of her t-shirt. Her breathing is ragged, and each breath pushes her breasts up and out.
“What about my car?” She asks as she nods in its direction.
I look at the piece of shit Camry in front of me. It’s old and rusting. It doesn’t look like it has much life left in it. “I’ll have a prospect come pick it up and have the guys take a look at it in the morning,” I tell her as I usher her onto the back of my bike.
She begrudgingly gets on and lets me strap the helmet onto her head. When I get on, she sits further back, trying to avoid all contact with my body.
“That’s not how this works, Soph,” I chide her before taking her arms and wrapping them tightly around my waist. “Don’t let go,” I whisper to her as I turn on the engine and peel out of the parking lot.