Her hands tug again, wanting to be freed, and this time I let them go. My head dips, quickly taking in a perfectly pink hard nipple between my teeth, running my other hand up her throat, feeling the vibration of her mouth. My fingers trace the length of her body, running down past her waist and hooking a finger into her black leggings. I nip at her nipple before I lick it and step back, slowly kneeling in front of her as I pull her pants off.
Goose bumps ignite over her smooth hip as the fabric doubles up on itself, dragged slowly down her legs. The soft fabric pops over her ass, revealing her bare pussy, and I look up, winking before leaning in and placing a soft kiss against the small tuft of hair. My tongue darts out, running up between her slick folds and making her shiver as her hands grip my hair, and she lets out a long exhale.
“Mmm, Donovan. That’s my favorite flavor.”
Donovan bites her lip as I finish removing her pants, taking them from her right leg and kissing the inside of her thigh, doing the same to her left leg. I drag my lips up her thigh, inhaling her scent as I reach her center, letting my tongue massage her clit, sucking it, as she moans and pushes into my face.
“Grey.”
I leave one more kiss to her pussy before I stand, relishing the taste of her on my tongue, and let my eyes drift over her nude body. Her chest rises and falls in the silence as I take my time to admire every fucking inch. A surprised gasp escapes her gorgeous mouth as my hand lifts, running up between her breasts, stopping to feel her heart beat.
Of all the pieces she’s giving me, it’s always been her heart I wanted most.
She reaches out. “Stop torturing us,” she says and jerks the buttons on my jeans, setting each one free and urging my pants open as I step in closer. Her slender hand slips inside the front of my pants and begins rubbing my hard cock as I take her lips again, dragging and pulling her lips with mine as our heads twist.
“Mmm,” she hums, rubbing up and down as I press my cock into her hand while bringing my lips to her ear.
“Spread.”
Her eyes lock on mine as I pull back, and she gives a sly smile, widening her stance. I pull her bottom lip between mine, letting it go with a pop. “Further.”
Her legs take slow steps open, wide enough for me to nestle between. I reach down and hitch one of her legs up, pushing her knee open against the bookcase, spreading her pussy for me to admire. My hand reaches inside my half-opened jeans, pulling out my throbbing cock as her arms lift to grip the shelf above her head, forcing her tits to jut forward.
“Look at us.”
Fuck. I’m so hard I can barely keep myself calm. My palm is wrapped around myself, gripping hard as I take long drags and tugs up, as I look down at her glistening pussy. Her head is bowed too, entranced by our closeness, turned on by the anticipation of what’s about to happen. My eyes lift to her face, and goddamn, the way she fucking watches me jerk off, running one of her hands over her body, makes me want to own her. Fill her. My thumb runs over the tip of my dick, using the precum to make my shaft slicker, and she licks her lips.
“Fuck,” I growl.
She locks her set of lust-filled eyes on me. “Fuck me, Grey McCallister.”
My head tips back, closing my eyes and committing that to memory, before looking at her and bending my knees to line the tip of my dick at her entrance as I grip her opened leg.
“With pleasure, Cherry.”
She sucks in her breath as I thrust into her, one of her hands dropping over my shoulder and digging her nails into my back.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, sucking in a breath as I bite into her neck.
I feel like a fucking animal marking my territory. I pull back slowly, groaning, digging my fingers into her soft leg, and thrust into her harder, taking her to her tiptoes, feeling her clit pulse as it’s pressed against me.
She breathless, clutching to me, lost in the insane ecstasy we both feel.
“Damn.” I groan, feeling her tight pussy contract, forcing me to hold still.
I pull out again, compelled to move faster, so I wrap the leg I have open over my hip and begin thrusting inside of her in faster jerks, feeling the softness of her walls caress my cock. I want more. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“Grey. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me.”
That’s all it takes, the closeness, her words, this moment. My dick pushes in and out, in and out, faster and faster until neither of us can hold back. We’re frantic, kissing and tasting each other as I lift her and she wraps her other leg. I’m holding her up by her ass with one hand as the other grips her waist roughly.
We fuck savagely against the stacks of books, groaning and panting, sweat beginning to bead between our bodies. My back muscles tense and ripple with every thrust as my cock slides in and out of her warm pussy, her legs crossed around my back by the ankles.
Her breathing begins to speed up as she digs her nails into my back, pressing her swollen, hungry little clit against my body. I lean into her hard, pressing her against the bookcase unmercifully, letting her rub herself shamelessly as I fuck her. I listen to her pleas, her heavy breaths hitting my neck, feeling the blissful ecstasy we’re chasing.
“Mine,” she whispers, holding me tight and sucking hard on my neck. That’s right, baby. I’m yours.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, molding her body to me, so that we begin and end together. Fingers weave into my hair, just before she yanks my head back to kiss me violently. My stomach begins to cave, the pressure in my balls tightening as I hold her tighter, fucking her body like I’m possessed. Her hands slap and pull on my back, trying to seal us together even closer than we already are. She’s all need and lust but also so much more. We’re connected. So fucking connected we could tear each other apart with the intensity of our combustion.
“Grey. You’re not wearing a condom,” she pants, her pussy tightening around me like a vice grip.
“I don’t care,” I growl, pushing into her faster and harder, digging my fingers into her waist and ass.
She shakes her head, kissing me hard. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
It’s twisted and sick, but the idea of her pregnant, locked to me for life, almost makes me come on the spot. I’m compelled to do filthy things to her in the name of love, and she’ll let me, because this is us. Compulsion, possession, need, craving, they all bear the same—love.
Her moans turn to yells and then earth-shattering screams as she comes, squeezing her legs so tightly that it feels like she could break me.
“Grey!”
But it doesn’t stop me. I never want to fucking stop. I want to live here, wake here, and never be without her. I keep pounding into her as her hands slip, bringing books down from the shelf around us.
“Fuck,” I roar as I come hard, filling her with my seed and kissing her long and brutally.
I hold her in place for the longest time, exhausted, all my breath heaving out of me. Her fingers trace my broad shoulders, weaving through my hair and back down. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart slowing, and lean down to kiss her neck gently, feeling myself begin to leak out of her. She hasn’t let go of me, clinging to me, as she starts to spread soft gentle kisses over my face and lips. I pull her from the bookcase, the hand on her waist wrapping around her back as I move us backward. Her eyes lock to mine, a smile peeking out on her lips. I set her to her feet slowly, letting her legs drift from my waist.
My jeans are open, hanging at the top of my ass, as I step away from her and shove them down, feeling my softening cock hit my leg. I step out of my pants as she gives a tiny frown, already moving toward me.
“Come here,” I say, standing fully nude and reaching for her, as she completes my sentence. “Too far away.”
She steps into my hold, uncaring of the juices leaking onto her thigh, or the smell of sex in the room because she wants what I want—us.
Donovan
WE’VE BEEN LYING IN HIS bed for hours, unaware of anything else. Nobody
knocked, and we haven’t checked on anything. It’s been me and Grey. Holed up and cozy. We fucked in the library like two lions mating and then came back to his room, hid under the covers on his bed, and said everything we ever kept a secret from one another. It’s like a dream.
My hands are tucked under my cheek as I lie naked, facing his beautiful face, so close, listening to him tell me about the first time he knew I was the one.
“You were so sad that day but the whole time trying to reassure us. I thought you were an angel. Thinking of us when your family had just fallen apart and you were being taken away from everything you loved. But it wasn’t then that I really knew…it was after you left.”
“After? Distance made your heart grow fonder, huh?” I giggle as his finger traces down the slope of my nose.
“Nah. When you left, I tried to beat up your dad. Like really tried. Punched, kicked, scratched. Whatever I could do.”
My eyes pop open, and I push to sitting up, the blanket pooling at my waist.
“What? Are you serious? Aww, little Grey tried to beat up my dad.”
He smiles before pulling me to him, eliciting a squeal from me as he presses my naked chest to his. “I did. But, also, I realized that you’re the only one I fight for. Always. Because I love you.”
“What did my father do?” I question, leaning in and running my nose up his jaw.
“He held me still and said, ‘It’s good she has someone who can love her.’ And I never stopped—from that day.”
So much about what he says makes me want to cry. My father saying “can” because he couldn’t, not didn’t love me. The vision of little Grey, scrawny and cracked voice, trying to pummel his way through everyone to get to me. Big Grey still doing the same. God, I love this man.
“I love you too,” he mouths, answering my thoughts.
His eyes are so damn tender when he does it, but his hands are firm against my back, pulling me closer. “Kiss me, Cherry.”
My lips lower, brushing his, before dipping in between and dragging them softly over his bottom lip. I pull back, brushing our noses back and forth over each other.
“Do you forgive me, yet?” he hums along my jaw, as he begins a slow assault on my neck.
“Yes. You made it impossible not to, with the whole ‘I love you’ nonsense.” He laughs again, tickling my skin as I add, “Unless you want to try and fuck me into submission again, because then I’ll hold a grudge forever.”
He bites at my ear, and I giggle, squirming against him.
“Say it again,” he whispers into my lips as I smile.
“I love you.”
His deep growl tickles my neck as we roll to the side, facing each other with his arms wrapped around me.
“I love you, Donovan. So fucking much.”
My finger gently traces the faded green and purple bruise under his right eye. “Does it ever scare you? How much you love me—”
“It’s the only thing that scares me,” he answers, his fingers gliding up my back and into the nape of my hair as he speaks. “Does it scare you?”
So much. I nod. “Only because of how much I want it.”
He grins, eyes locked on mine, as he shifts over the top of me. He’s pressed between my legs, hands on each side of my head, as he stares down and licks his lips. “Tell me how much you want it.”
The way he’s looking at me gives away all the dirty things he wants me to say.
“Do you really want to know?” I giggle, narrowing my eyes at him and tipping my chin up. Grey leans down, but my hand cradles his face, and I guide my lips to his ear.
“Mmmm.” He hums his approval, his dick undulating in line with my slick center, as I whisper all the filthiest of sweet nothings into his ear.
He dives back down for my neck, but I push his shoulder and roll us over so that I’m on top, smiling down with my hands on his chest. “Now tell me. How bad do you want my love?”
His rough palms melt over my breasts as my back arches. Damn that feels good.
“Grey,” I breathe out, as he sits up, sealing his mouth over my pert nipple. “Yes.”
He frees my nipple but runs his tongue over and blows cool air before looking me in the eyes. “I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, and I’d do anything to keep it.”
“More than the Olympics?” I grin.
“More,” he growls, pulling me into another kiss, before relaxing back again.
He’s perfect. We’re perfect. This was fate, and Kai was right—you can’t fight the natural order of things. There was a time when Grey and I seemed impossible, the obstacles insurmountable—my past, his sister, our fears, sacrifices we’d have to make—they would end us before we started. But now the same obstacles are there, and they’re still daunting, but I can never go back. And that scares the hell out of me. Stills my entire body because I don’t know if Grey really feels the same. I know he loves me, and he says he’d do anything but—
“Hey.” His deep gravelly voice pulls me out of my head, my eyes blinking quickly as I focus on him. “Hey, where’d you go?”
Deep lines form between my brows, leftover from my thoughts. I begin to scoot back off his lap, so that I can hitch my leg over him, but he grabs at my waist, growling, “I’m hungry,” and drops his head to my center, trying to kiss me more intimately through the blanket that’s gotten caught between us. I push his head away, but he bites at my wrist, making me jerk it back as I yelp. He sits up and leans forward, dragging me into his lap, so that I’m straddling him again.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Cherry?”
I’m not getting away, and I don’t really want to, but I’m scared this is where it all ends. My voice is more nervous than I’d like it to sound, but I’m scared. So fucking afraid he’ll make me choose. And then I’ll hate him because I will. I’ll choose him.
“Do you really love me more than anything? Would you really do anything for us?”
He brings a finger to a stray piece of hair next to my eye and brushes it off my face. “I would. Do you want to tell me what has you picking at those bracelets?”
I look down to see my fingers fiddling with the strings and let out a breath.
“Everything feels impossible. We had all this shit in the way, stuff that made me and you impossible.”
He leans forward, kissing my forehead, bringing my eyes up to his.
“And? Look at us. We’re together. Nothing else mattered.”
I shake my head. “No, we’re hiding. All that shit’s still there.” Here we go. I take a deep breath and let it out, putting my hands on his shoulders. “We have to make it all right, or we won’t work. It’ll eventually tear us apart.”
His jaw tenses. “Bullshit. You’re just scared.”
“No. Grey, I’m not.” I scowl. “I’m determined. You’re what I want. So I’m making sure I get to keep you.”
The way he stares at me, like he sees into my soul. He sees me. More than anyone else. A small grin grows on his face, making me relax back and mirror him.
“Name something,” he states firmly.
“Caroline,” I counter.
“I’ll have her killed.”
“Grey!” I laugh, shaking him a little, then drop my smile. “Stop. She’s a shit, but she’s loyal to you. Yes, she meddled, but you let her. It took guts for her to show up at my place.” His head turns, looking out into the room, annoyed by what I’m saying, but I pull it back. “She came for you. That deserves your forgiveness for her plotting. Come on, nobody could’ve anticipated you’d go off the deep end, fight an entire school, including your friends, and burn down a tree.”
A sly smile graces his lips as he shrugs unapologetically. “You know about the tree?”
I giggle and narrow my eyes. “I can only imagine what everyone had to say today at school.”
He grips my waist, pulling me closer, pressing our bodies together as he stares at me saying, “The Bonnie to my Clyde,” as he leans in, kissing
me again. “Fine. I’ll forgive her after you do the same. One big happy family.”
“Deal.”
“Good. Solved. Name another.”
I roll my eyes at his arrogance. “This is what we’re doing? I’m going to list them, and you’ll tell me how we solve them. Just like that?”
“Just. Like. That.”
Just say it, Donovan. Rip the Band-Aid. But I can’t, so I say the next thing that comes to mind.
“Fine. Your father and the company.”
He scoffs, shaking his head. “Fuck my father. I sign those papers in two weeks. He’s irrelevant to me. McCallister’s mine.”
“After last night, you might have given him the ammo he needs to pressure the board to block your place in the company.”
Grey tilts his head, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You seem to know a lot of what I never told you.”
“I have connections.” My words stutter as he bucks his hips, forcing me to fall forward into him.
“I’m impressed and terrified of you. It’s making my cock hard.”
“Would you focus? Obstacles, remember?” I chastise, pushing myself to sitting again. “Page Six will run a photo of me and Paul. We look like a new couple. Heats off of you, and if anyone finds out about what you did, the photo can be used as evidence for the real story. It plays both ways. I did that for you; now you have to behave until your birthday.”
His fingers grip my ass, digging into the flesh as he brings his lips to my collarbone, placing kisses across to my shoulder. “Do you want to tell me who took the photo and how you got it?”
“No.” We just fixed Caroline, no need to revisit.
“All right. So we pretend friends for two weeks, just in case anyone wants to do some digging.” I raise my eyebrows in shock at how easy he’s being. “Don’t be so surprised. I waited five years; I can make it two weeks with you as a secret fuck buddy.”
I giggle. “Fuck buddy, huh? Maybe I just want to be a ‘buddy’ until you sign.”
Grey darts a hand out and begins to tickle me as I scream with laughter, twisting in his lap until he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him breathless, his eyes on mine searching. “I told you, nothing stands between us. So tell me what you’re really thinking because Caroline and my future isn’t it. What’s really going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
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