Page 57 of The Originals

He grabbed her hip, flipping her over on her stomach. He grasped her hips, pulling her up on all fours, and without any warning, he thrust his cock inside her. Regina gasped, tossing her head back and closing her eyes. This was her favorite position, and he knew it. His palm spread out over her back, digging his nails into her skin as he fucked her hard.

“Ahhhh, fuck.” She moaned.

Never in her life had she imagined having sex with the same man for almost a year. Surely it would grow stale and boring. Grain proved her theory wrong every single time.

She rocked back on her knees, essentially riding him from the front. It was a grab for power, and Grain gave in.Briefly. He groaned, sliding his hands over her ass and squeezing. She dropped her face to the mattress, feeling him everywhere. She curled her toes, digging them into the sheets as her body tensed. She was seconds from coming and tightened her walls uncontrollably.

“So fucking close.” She moaned.

Without warning, Grain pulled out and flipped her over on her back. He hooked his arm under her thigh and sunk inside of her. She was half dazed being so close to coming before he switched positions. His mouth came over hers, his tonguesliding past her lips. He thrust deep and hard. The bed slammed against the wall, and the springs creaked.

“Den…” She moaned, hooking her leg over his back and her arms over his shoulders.

Sex was the only time she ever used his real name or an abbreviation of it. But every time she did, he responded with a feral grunt. Grain liked it.

He dug his fingers into her thigh and tangled his tongue with hers, breathing heavily into her mouth. His hips shifted, and she ripped her mouth away, gasping for a breath as she came.So fucking hot!He was only seconds behind her, slamming and crushing against her until all his weight came over her, and his breath echoed through the room.

Fine. I forgive you for being an asshole.

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Grain took a deep drag from his cigarette, watching Regina walk across the room naked. If he had it his way, she’d never wear clothes.Well, within reason.Grain enjoyed the sight of his woman, but he didn’t like anyone else appreciating the view. Jealousy had never been an issue for Grain in the past. He’d never thought of anyone as his until Regina. Now? He was territorial and possessive when other men were around. It had little to do with insecurity and more to do with his claim over her.She’s mine.

She sauntered through the room, and his gaze zoned in on her ass. Best fucking ass he’d ever seen.

“So, tell me about the run.”

There was a general rule for members. Discussion of club business was never spoken about outside of the brothers. That carried over to associates and old ladies. Admittedly, Grain probably shared more with Regina than the others shared with their women. He was notorious for having a big mouth, which had gotten him into trouble dozens of times. However, Reginawas loyal and faithful, not only to him but the club. She may have been the most hated old lady, but she was respected.

She grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it over her shoulders, concealing most of her body. She sat down facing Grain and raised her brows. He could almost hear her exasperated sigh. “I’m waiting.”

Grain took a drag from his cigarette and leaned over, tapping the ashes in the tray next to his bed.

“Just some changes.”

“What changes?”

Regina got a lot of information, but he never gave her everything. This specific topic called for more secrecy. He could only share so much since it now involved outside associates. Aligning with the Underground, an elite organization that had their hands in every illegal entity throughout the state, would be a game changer for the club. It would open up more revenue, fortify their territory, and offer back up if they ever needed it. But it didn’t come without risks and severe consequences if they were caught. Doing runs across state lines carried heavy penalties. They could be tried in multiple states. With the members’ rap sheets, no one would get off without punishment.

Ghosttown hadn’t fully committed to working with the Underground, but they had taken a few jobs in the past year. Sal ran the organization and was pushing for the club to come fully onboard in a partnership, but Jack resisted. Instead, he offered a trial period, which surprisingly Sal agreed to at the time. But the Underground was growing impatient with Ghosttown, and the pressure was mounting. Especially for Jack, who would ultimately decide their fate.

“Got some deals going with some people up north.”

Regina knitted her brows. She knew enough to know exactly who he was referring to.

“Sal Caruso and his brother, Jimmy?”

Shit! My big fucking mouth.He should’ve known Regina would put together the connection.

Grain gave a curt nod and took another drag from his cigarette. He was hoping that would be the end of the conversation, but he knew his woman. She always pushed for more.

“Why?”

“We align with the Underground, we got no worries about our territory. Do a few jobs with them seals our connection.”

“What kind of jobs?”

No.Grain may have a big mouth, but he never gave details. It wasn’t safe for her to know. She already knew too much. Anything more would put a target on her back, and if a deal went south, Regina could be seen as a liability to those outside of the club.