I sighed as I pressed myself against him, reluctant to let go so quickly.
“I should grab the rest of the stuff from the trunk,” he said, his voice gravelly as his deep gray eyes pierced into mine with a desire that heated me to the very core.
“You should.” Urging his lips back down to mine, I brushed my lips against his, and quickly deepening it, parted my lips, enticing him. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me tight to him. A shiver flowed through me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and I moaned against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Yes. Definitely.” But he didn’t make any attempt to pull away, in fact he pulled me tighter, his rapidly thickening erection pressing against my pelvis, demanding release.
“Or you could show me the bedrooms,” I whispered against his lips, between kisses, surprised at myself for being so brazen. But there was something about him that made me feel so free and unbashful. There was a familiarity with him that I’d never felt before with anyone else and I was swept up in that feeling—swept up in him.
As it turns out, I was also swept off my feet as Grayson bent and lifted me off my feet and into his arms. A moment of paranoia set in me and I stiffened against him. I wasn’t one of those tiny girls that weighed nothing. What if he dropped me? Or even worse put his damned back out struggling to take me into the bedroom?
Neither of those things happened.
“Relax.” He grinned down at me as he began to walk.
As I wrapped my arms around his neck, he made his way through the living room and into the first bedroom as if I weighted nothing more than a feather. The door to the room was open and he walked through the threshold with me.
Inside the room was a double dresser, a queen-sized bed with what appeared to be a handmade patchwork quilt, and wooden nightstands with a basic lamp on each one. I didn’t have a chance to see anything else as he dropped me onto the bed, on my back, with his body quickly following.
Releasing a sigh, I arched my back, reaching up to him and sliding my arms over his shoulders, pulling him down to me. His body settled between my legs, his erection teasing me once more. With his lips on mine again, I couldn’t help but smile as our lips and tongues teased and played.
“This could wait until later,” he whispered, his lips moving along my jawline and to my neck.
“Or we could just have an encore later,” I gasped, closing my eyes and allowing myself to indulge in the sensations of need flowing through me. Reaching down I grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt and began to tug it up.
“Or that.” Sitting back on his heels, Grayson grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, revealing a thick chest that tapered down to a muscular, defined torso.
Sitting up, I ran my hands along his chest, surprised to see the amount of scars littering his body. Concern immediately began to fill me. “Why do you have so many scars?”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “A combination of reasons I suppose, between doing stupid and reckless things as a teenager and working a job where accidents happen, no matter how safe you are. Tools malfunction. Large pieces of metal sometimes get dropped—some are sharp. All part of work, it’s not a big deal really.”
There was something extremely sexy about the fine scar lines, each had a story. And they reminded me that this man had a pretty dangerous job. Leaning forward, I brushed my lips across one particularly large scar on his collarbone.
Sliding his hand into my hair, he gently fisted my hair and tugged, forcing me to look up from his beautifully scarred chest and up and into his eyes. “Don’t worry about that.” He lowered his lips to mine and magically the concern I felt within me evaporated and all I could think about was him, and our bodies uniting.
As our tongues danced, increasing the desire within me by the second, the fingers of Grayson’s free hand began to undo the buttons of my blouse with expect ease. When the last button was undone the fabric fell away and he pushed it off my shoulders.
For an instant I got hit with a bout of self-consciousness. I didn’t have the perfect body. I was soft and curvy. As if sensing my hesitation, he lifted his lips from mine to look down at my heaving chest still confined in a black lacy bra. “You’re such a beautiful woman, Riley.”
I smiled, a hint of tears in my eyes at the sincerity in his voice and eyes. It had been so long since I’d had someone speak so genuinely and reassuringly, as if he knew what to say and how to say it to put me at ease.
Sliding from the bed, he stood at the foot and began to undo the silver buckle to his brown leather belt and then undid the button of his jeans. He stripped the jeans from his legs and it was as if he were moving in slow motion and I took every moment to feast my eyes on him standing before me in a pair of black boxer briefs, a massive erection pressing aggressively against the cotton restraint.
Taking a step forward, he leaned over me, pressing his lips to my stomach. I tensed a moment, my hands fisting at the blankets under me. Bracing myself up with my elbows behind me, I watched him as he began to plant kisses down my stomach, moving closer and closer to the top of my low-rise jeans.
My heartrate quickened as he reached the waistband of my jeans and then slowly began to undo the button. It was as though he was attempting to torture me with his kisses and his infuriatingly slow movements. I groaned out my frustration and bucked against his hand.
“Patience.”
Closing my eyes, I fell back flat against the bed and groaned. “I’m not patient!”
He chuckled as the clasp came undone and he began to tug the jeans down over my hips and legs. They fell to the floor and were quickly followed by my black lace panties. It may have been summertime but the air felt cool on my wet bare pussy as my lower half became fully exposed to him. All modesty and uncertainly had finally left me as the need and the desire between my legs took over.
“Grayson,” I moaned as his lips grazed the top of my shaved pussy. This was going to be torture—but oh, sweet torture. His lips moved lower, as he slid a finger along my slit, hesitating a moment to tease my clit. I groaned, gently bucking at his mouth.
My hands tightened on the quilt as he ran his fingers along my length a second and third time before spreading my lips and replacing his fingers with his tongue. I moaned loudly with need, yearning for the teasing to end and to feel his dick deeply inside of me.
He chuckled against me, sending a sweet vibration though my core and fueling the already raging fire.
“Please,” I groaned, my head thrashing from side to side as he slid his tongue along my length once more, but this time he slipped a finger deep within me to amplify my torture.
“Soon.”
Soon, dammit! I’ll be dead of this if he doesn’t give me relief soon.
His finger was joined by a second digit as he began to thrust inside me, his fingers rubbing at that perfect spot to nearly send me spiraling over the edge of my desire—but not quite. I was rocking at that edge but not falling over. The coil in my stomach was so tight it was almost painful.
“Mmmm.” Suddenly his fingers had disappeared and were replaced with his tongue. “You taste so good, baby.”
I moaned, nearly toppling over the edge of my desire just thinking about him devouring my core with wicked abandon. Opening my eyes, I propped myself back up, as much as I wanted to savor the feel, I couldn’t resist watching him pushing my quivering core with his tongue.
The sight was too much to bear. I couldn’t have taken another moment if I wanted to, as a rush of pleasure came crashing over me, so intense that I screamed out, my body freezing for a split second before it felt as if every ounce of energy drained from me as I released against his greedy tongue.
“Grayson!” My heart was racing so quickly I thought it was going to burst out through my chest. But it didn’t. By the time I recovered I opened my eyes to realize that I was now at the center of the bed, fully naked with a beautifully nude Grayson hovering over me.
“Yes,
baby.” Leaning down he lowered his lips to mine and I immediately tasted my juices on his lips.
“I need you.” I couldn’t say for sure if I’d have the energy to keep up with him, but I’d give it a go.
He grinned. Damn him and that gorgeous smile of his. “Good. I couldn’t hold back another minute if I wanted to. Slipping my ankle over his shoulders he lifted my ass up in the air and aligned my entrance to his thick dick. Reaching over me, I grabbed at the rungs of the headboard, noting that they may come in handy in the future.
Without hesitation he plunged his cock balls-deep into me, with a loud groan. I cried out with him, his dick going in so deep it almost hurt—but it was the most incredible hurt of my life. His jaw clenched and I could see the muscles in his chest and abdominals tighten as he kept himself deeply embedded within me.
“Please. God, please,” I begged him, closing my eyes and moving as much as I could against him, but in this position, I was almost entirely at his mercy.
At sweet last he began to move within me, his movement slow at first, though I’m not sure if it was to pace himself or prolong my agony. As he thrust in and out in a rhythmic motion his fingers spread my sopping wet pussy lips and spread them wide and began stroking my clit in time with his thrusts. I was in sweet hell, wanting it to end since I didn’t think I could take much more, yet never wanting it to stop.
The feeling within me to release was coming faster this time. His thrusts were strong and relentless as he slammed into me, pushing me up the mattress with each one. Tightening my grip on the rungs. I moved my hips in time with him, our bodies working as one.
Panting hard, my chest heaving, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His body was gleaming with sweat. But what kept my gaze transfixed was watching his cock move in and out of me—disappearing and reappearing as if by magic.
I couldn’t handle this a moment longer.
“Gray!” I screamed, white-knuckling the bed rungs as I thrust up at him one last time before my entire body shuddered and then went toppling over the summit, my juices greeting his merciless cock.
“Oh fucking hell!” I yelled out, both of his hands gripping my ass as he slammed into me one, two, three more times before releasing. A surge of his cum flooded my core, sending me into oblivion once more, my pussy clenching around his cock and milking him of every last ounce of his precious seed.
Releasing the headboard, I sighed, relief washing over me combined with an intense satisfaction unlike anything I’d ever felt before—but I was feeling something else as well, something that made me both terrified and elated at the same time. I was falling in love with him and with that came the chance of being seriously hurt.
10
Riley
“Do you know how you use one of these?” Grayson asked me as he climbed onto a jet ski that was identical to the one I was already perched upon.
I was already clipped on in case I fell off the thing, so step one was complete. Looking down at the controls, I figured they looked simple enough. I could either admit that I didn’t know how to use it and get instructions or try to figure it out on my own and look like an idiot when I had to ultimately ask for help.
“I have no clue. I think I have an idea.”
He grinned and began to go through how to work the machine, which took a matter of seconds. After he was done with the tutorial, which seemed relatively simple, he waited for me to get started and going before coming up after me.
I’ll admit I was a little hesitant at first, but less than ten minutes later I was ripping through the lake laughing while the water splashed up at me and the beautiful, warm late-afternoon sun beat down on us.
I couldn’t have asked for a better day—so far anyhow. After the mind-blowing sex which I would easily rank the best I’d ever had in my life we spent a couple hours cuddled up together in bed talking. But this time our conversation took on a deeper level, it was as if something had opened up within him and he finally felt comfortable enough to really let me in and trust me with his thoughts.
Those couple of hours solidified in my mind exactly what I’d been thinking: that I was in love with him. We barely knew each other and this was absolutely crazy, but there was something about him that I couldn’t explain—an energy between us that could only manifest if you were with the man you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with.
But that was crazy—wasn’t it? You just couldn’t fall in love with someone after knowing them for a few weeks and being out with them a handful of times—could you? That was the sort of shit that happened in those tacky rom-com movies or quickie romance novels that I indulged in and wrote. Maybe I’d spent so much time writing romance that I was romanticizing my own life at this point?
Damn…
“Is there something wrong?”
“Huh?” I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I’d slowed my jet ski to the point where it was barely moving. I could feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks as I looked over at him. “I’m sorry, I guess I got caught up in the scenery and this beautiful day.” My ski came to a stop and he stopped beside me.
He looked around us and smiled. There weren’t any houses at this point in the lake, we were surrounded by forest, in fact it was deserted of people aside from us. Most of the people were at the other end. There was a small resort at the far end. His lake house was roughly in the middle of the lake, so just far enough to be away from the craziness.
“It is quite peaceful. That’s why I normally come out here alone, it gives me some time to unwind without the craziness of the city. I just turn my phone off and enjoy nature,” he said, his gaze falling back onto me.
“Then why did you bring me here?” I chewed at my lower lip, not sure what to expect for an answer from that.
He leaned back and braced his hand behind him on the seat. He was bare-chested so the droplets of water glistened like little diamonds as they ran down the crevices of muscle to disappear beneath the waistband of his shorts. It was captivating, I had to tear my gaze away to meet his gaze.
“I thought perhaps you needed it.”
My brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I felt like you’ve been having a pretty tough go, and if you spent time here, on the water with the peace and quiet that perhaps you’d find it as beneficial as I do.”
“We could have just gotten a couples’ massage,” I teased, leaning down and splashing a bit of water at him.
He cocked a brow up at me. “Would you have preferred that?”
“Not in the least. This is so wonderful. I appreciate the effort and thought, especially when it means your bringing someone to your personal refuge.”
“It’s just a place that is special, and I thought you were special enough to bring here to enjoy it with me.”
My cheeks burned and I had to look away. Shit, he wasn’t making this easy.
“Riley.”
I had to force myself to turn my head to look back at him, not wanting him to see how his words had affected me. When our gazes locked, he smiled, damn him and that sexy smile. Crooking a finger at me, he leaned in. “Come here.”
Smiling, while keeping hold of the handle of the ski I leaned forward for the kiss. As our lips connected, sending my heart racing, I faintly heard the sound of an engine coming in our direction. But the kiss was too sweet, the moment too perfect to end it just then.
I moaned as our lips teased each other’s. We were just ending the kiss when the sound of the motor was unmistakable and practically onto us. I jolted upright, as did Grayson, but the sudden movement along with the powerful wave made by the speedboat as it zipped by us was a recipe for disaster as the both of us went toppling into the water in unison.
Couples that fall off their jet skis together stay together, isn’t that the saying?
I had just enough time to yelp and plug my nose before being submerged into the cool water. I had no idea how deep the water was, but I didn’t hit the bottom before I began to swim back up the surface,
coughing and sputtering as I re-emerged. Wiping the hair out of my face, I swam the couple feet back to my jet ski and went about the task of getting back on without falling back in. It took some effort, but I managed.
“For fuck’s sake,” Grayson growled. He’d already made it back up onto his and looked more pissed than I’d ever seen him. “Are you okay? I was going to come help, but it looked like you had it under control.”
I cocked a brow at him. Under control? He had to be joking with me.
Despite the interruption of our special moment, I couldn’t help but find the whole thing funny and began laughing. Leave it to me and my life. This type of shit didn’t happen to other people, did it? I must be fucking cursed. His outrage only made the situation even more hysterical.
“Why are you laughing?” He looked genuinely perplexed.
“Because this is my life.” I spread my arms out. “I’d be more shocked if this stuff didn’t happen, to be honest.”
The serious look on his face cracked and a grin spread across his lips. “Fair enough.” He pushed his blond-silver hair from his face and then wiped his face clear of excess water.
With a shrug, I had to ask with a grin. “So do you think you can live with nonsense like this happening all the time in your life because I think it’s a requirement for being with me whether you like it or not, unfortunately.”
“You’re saying life with you isn’t going to be boring.”
I started the jet ski and gave him a wink. “If you care to stick around.” I didn’t wait for him to respond, giving the ski some gas and pulling away from him and back to the house with Grayson in hot pursuit.
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“What do you want to eat?” Grayson asked as he stood by the open fridge with a package of cheddar and bacon smokies in one hand and a package of lean ground beef in the other. “Either or both…” He waved them both at me.
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