Page 4 of Deception
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.”
