Seaside Lovers: Grayson Lacroux (Love in Bloom: Seaside Summers)

by Melissa Foster

  “So good, baby. So fucking good.” He reached up and guided her hand between her legs. “Touch yourself, baby, while I make you mine.”

  He felt her reluctance and drew her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over their tips. Then he set them against her clit and held her gaze as he moved both of their hands.

  “With me, baby. For me. Be my naughty girl.”

  He pressed a kiss to her fingers as she touched herself, then sank lower and covered her sex with his mouth, fucking her with his tongue as she stroked herself.

  “Hold your dress with your other hand.” He moved her hand from his hair to her dress. “So sexy, baby. Jesus, you’re gonna make me come just watching you.”

  “You better not,” she choked out.

  He chuckled, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d miss out on loving her properly. He gripped her ass with both hands, holding her to him as he stroked and sucked and teased and fucked her with his mouth until her entire body was shaking. Her fingers moved fast and determined, matching his fervor. He masterfully thrust his tongue over the spot that shattered her control.

  “Yes. So good. Ohgod. Grayson. More. Ohgod—”

  He stayed right there, drinking in her desire, until the very last shudder rippled through her. Then he drew her glistening fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. He licked her overly sensitive flesh one last time, causing her entire body to shudder, and rose to his full height.

  He framed her face with his hands, the intoxicating scent of her sex surrounding them, and kissed her—hard.

  “Taste that?” He kissed her again. “So sweet. So perfect.” He kissed her again and brushed his thumb over her glistening lower lip. “So mine.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  PARKER TRIED TO form a response, but she was floating in post-orgasmic bliss. If not for the railing she was leaning against and Grayson’s arms around her, she’d melt into a puddle on the deck. Grayson lifted her into his arms, and he must have seen the confusion in her eyes. She was enjoying being outside. It brought an element of danger and made her feel sexy. He kissed her again—oh, how she loved his kisses. Mine, he’d said. You have no idea how very yours I am. Take me. Love me. Keep me.

  “Bedroom,” he said, and let out a short whistle. Christmas stretched lazily and lumbered inside. Grayson closed the door behind them and carried her upstairs.

  “Why?” she managed.

  “Because there is no way I’m laying your beautiful body on that hard deck. I want to feel you writhing beneath me, and I want to see you arching your back when you’re riding me, and I don’t want my girl’s pretty little knees or sexy back to get scuffed up.”

  She pressed her finger over his lips. Every time he talked dirty her body responded in ways she had never known before. His words made her hot, and wet, and aching for him. “No more promises. I’m not sure I’ll survive them.”

  “Okay, baby. You let me know when you’re ready to hear more.”

  He carried her into the bedroom. Christmas plopped down on the floor, somehow knowing Grayson had become the alpha of the house. Her big, strong alpha set her down on wobbly legs, still holding her around her waist, and unzipped her dress. He slid the thin material off one shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin, then repeating the sensual move on the other side as her summery dress fell to the floor, leaving her bare, save for her sheer bra. She reached for his shirt, though her movements were slow. She was still recovering from her intense orgasms. He pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor, and took her face in his hands, kissing her again, sweet and tender this time.

  She reached behind her to unhook her bra and he shook his head. “That’s my job, baby.” He brought her fingers to his mouth and licked the tips, making her sex clench with need. “I’m not in a rush. You haven’t come nearly enough.”

  Lord. She’d fallen for an orgasm machine. Lucky me.

  He unzipped his jeans, easing them down his powerful thighs and stepping out of them, revealing his formidable erection beneath his black boxer briefs. Watching him watch her made his striptease even more erotic.

  He took her hand and spread it over his girth. His cock pulsed against her palm. “Yours, baby.”

  Two words. Two. And her heart stopped cold.

  He brought her hand back to his mouth and kissed it. Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her away from him, pressing his erection between her cheeks, and kissed her beside her ear. “No rush,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes as he kissed the nape of her neck. Her head tipped forward with the thrilling pleasure of giving herself over to him, of trusting him completely. He kissed a trail down her spine, stopping to run his tongue just above her bra before unhooking it, leaving it loose while he pressed his mouth to each vertebrae, all the way to the base of her spine. Goose bumps rose on her flesh.

  He held tightly to her hips as he kissed the curve at the top of her ass. Then he kissed one rounded cheek from the top all the way to the crease where it met her thigh. He ran his tongue up the back of her thigh. She was shivering with need, drenched between her legs, and he was taking his sweet damn time. He spread his hands over the backs of her thighs, opening them wider. Her heart thundered with anticipation, and when he slid one hand between her legs and teased her sex while simultaneously licking and sucking the back of her thigh, it took only seconds before she was coming again—hard. Her body shook and thrust as he rose to his feet and stripped off his boxers, positioning his hard length between her legs, parallel to the floor. Every rock of her hips slid along his length, from root to tip. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, holding her against his chest.

  “Ride me, soak me, make me yours,” he said in a guttural tone that sent her right over the edge again. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  He let her guide their pace, and as she came down from her orgasm, he thrust again, dragging his cock along her swollen lips, drenching his shaft, never trying to enter her. She thought what he’d done outside was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, but this? The teasing, the friction, the commands. This was addicting. He was addicting.

  He slid his hands beneath her bra, brushing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.

  “Oh God, Grayson.” The neediness in her voice could not be missed, not even by her. She moaned, and when he squeezed her nipples between his finger and thumb, it sent sparks to her core, and her hips bucked, on the verge of another climax.

  “Again, Parker. I want you to come until it’s all you can think about. Us. This. More.”

  He sucked the back of her neck, and fireworks burst behind closed lids as she shattered again, heat and ice tearing through her chest and limbs.

  “Ohgodgodgod. More. More,” she begged. He’d turned her into some sort of nymph.

  His hand rose from her breast, and he thrust his fingers into her mouth.

  “Suck it, baby,” he growled.

  God help her, she did. Like her life depended on it. She sucked and licked and bit. Her hips thrust and bucked as she rode his length and he fucked her mouth with his hand. His other hand tweaked her nipple with mind-blowing precision, and she came again. She melted against his hard chest, weak and sweating and still wanting more.

  He gathered her in his arms, set her on the edge of the bed, and slid her bra off her shoulders. She’d forgotten she had it on. He knelt before her, his eyes full of love as he took her face in his hands and kissed her. His tongue was like silk, moving sensually, hot, slow, hungry.

  “Still with me?” he asked.

  “So very with you.” She’d never felt this feminine or sexual in all her life, and he made her feel whole and special with every touch and every word.

  His lips curved up in a sinful smile. She wanted to be his sin tonight. He cupped her breasts, still looking her in the eye.

  “Tell me.” The desperate plea came unbidden, but she didn’t care.

  “I’m going to kiss you, and suck you, and love you until you come again.”


  “Ohgodyes.”

  “But I’m only going to touch your beautiful breasts.”

  “Grayson, I won’t. I can’t.” What was he thinking? She’d never be able to come without some sort of friction where she needed it most.

  He covered her mouth with his, kissing her into silence. “You can, baby. You will.”

  He lowered his mouth to her right breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue as he squeezed the left one. She arched against his mouth, but he refused to give her more. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and dragged over her entire breast, miles away from where she wanted it. He moved to the other side and repeated the torture. Every squeeze of her nipple made her sex clench until her nipples pulsed and ached. She never knew nipples could ache.

  “Grayson, please,” she begged.

  He sucked her nipple into his mouth and slid his index finger into hers. Her lips closed automatically around it. Jesus, she wanted him in her everywhere. She’d take a finger, a thumb, his tempting cock. She’d take them all. She closed her eyes, zeroing in on the sensations burning her nipples and pretending his finger was his hard length. Her hips moved to the same rhythm as his finger while he sucked her breast, grazing his teeth over the sensitive tip to the point of pain—exquisite pain. She lost herself in the eroticness of what they were doing.

  “Christ, baby, you’re so close.” He sucked her nipple again. “Let go, baby. Come for me.” He clamped down hard on her nipple, sending darts of pleasure and pain like lightning between her legs.

  Her head fell back and her hips thrust off the bed as she lost all control, coming and screaming she had no idea what as Grayson sucked the life out of her breast.

  She grabbed his head, holding him there, panting as she came down from the peak.

  “More,” she demanded.

  He rose to his feet, and she grabbed hold of his thick, eager erection. She was salivating for him, and the look in his eyes told her he was right there with her. He stepped forward as she opened her mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed.

  “I’m clean,” he said.

  She hadn’t even been thinking about that. Thank goodness he was. She nodded, hoping he’d understand she was, too, because she wasn’t about to try to speak.

  She leaned forward and licked the bead at the tip, tasting his essence and earning a groan that sent even more heat between her legs. His eyes turned fierce. She swirled her tongue around his swollen glans and took him in her mouth. He gathered her hair in his hand, holding it back. She realized he was watching her, and she closed her eyes, sucking, licking, and loving the feel of his thick shaft against her lips. Knowing he was watching her made it even more exciting.

  “Open your eyes, baby.” She met his intense gaze, and his lips curved up seductively. “I’m going to come in about twenty seconds, and I’d rather do it inside you.”

  She shivered all over, thinking about his thick shaft inside her. She stroked him with her hand as he withdrew from her mouth, and then his hands were around her ribs, and he lifted her to the center of the bed. Perched between her legs, he squeezed the base of his cock again. His muscles were corded with restraint, running over his broad shoulders, up his neck, his powerful thighs flexed and ready. The sight of him took her breath away.

  “Condom?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “I’m on birth control.”

  As he came down over her, awareness consumed her. The feel of his thighs pressing against hers, the moment his arousal touched her entrance, the weight of his muscular chest touching her breasts. Perfection. Exquisite and luxurious.

  He pushed the tip of his erection into her, and she closed her eyes. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Open your eyes, baby. Let me see what you feel.”

  She did, and the emotions looking back at her swamped her. “Grayson.”

  “I know, baby. It’s almost too much, this thing between us. I feel it, too.”

  “It’s…” She blinked several times, on the verge of tears she didn’t understand.

  “Real. It’s ours.” He kissed her softly as he pushed in deep.

  She felt him stretching her, filling her in the most delicious way. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her again, drawing her deeper into him, into them.

  “I’m so lost in you,” he confessed, every word laden with emotion. “So lost.”

  She was right there with him, losing herself in them, giving herself over to him, and as they fell into a sensual, heavenly rhythm, she surrendered the last of her heart.

  Chapter Fourteen

  GRAYSON HAD ALWAYS been an early riser. Like his brothers, he enjoyed morning runs to clear his mind. He’d been doing it so long that the habit had become as much of an addiction for him as coffee was to others. But this morning, going running—and getting out of Parker’s bed—had been the last thing on his mind. Of course Christmas had other ideas, so Grayson had gotten up long enough to feed him and put him out before returning to Parker—and loving her thoroughly. Several times. In the bed, the shower, and later, on the couch. She made him want in ways he’d never wanted before, and crave so much more than sex. He wanted today, tomorrow, and even though it might be crazy, he wanted every day thereafter.

  He looked up from the railing designs he was working on and admired her as she read her script, which had been delivered when he’d gone home to pick up clean clothes and toiletries. She’d had a bout of sadness over missing Bert when they were eating lunch. She’d shared a few memories of their visits to the Cape. Talking about him had helped her feel better, and they made plans to visit Abe again Saturday morning. He thought that visit would help, too. Grayson knew grief was like a cloud, appearing unexpectedly and stealing your light. A person could try to outrun it, but grief was a very patient competitor, and eventually it always caught up. Dealing with it, accepting the pain and anguish and figuring out how to survive with a different kind of light was the only way to truly move past it. Parker was walking down a rocky road, but she wasn’t running from her grief, and Grayson welcomed the chance to help her find her way.

  Now she sat sideways on the couch, her bare feet tucked beneath the cushion. She vacillated between scribbling notes, twisting the pen between her finger and thumb, and holding the pen between her teeth. Everything she did was enticingly adorable, but he especially liked when the pen was in her mouth and she twisted her hair around her finger as she read. Her brows knitted, and every once in a while she’d laugh, gasp, or smile. He could see that no matter how much she disliked the media attention that came with her job, acting was as much a part of her as metalwork was to him. If he wanted Parker in his life, he had to get over his dislike of the lifestyle her career demanded.

  “I can feel you staring,” she said with a mischievous smile. Her eyes were still trained on the script.

  “You’re distracting, sitting over there with your tank top slipping off your shoulder. You know how much I love kissing that particular body part.” He could still feel her silky skin against his tongue—among other delicious parts.

  She met his gaze. “You like kissing all of me.”

  “Fishing for more?” He cocked a brow, loving when she fished for more.

  Her cheeks flushed.

  He rose from the chair and took the script from her hands.

  “Hey, I’m working.” A smile accompanied her complaint as he parted her knees and lay between them, resting his chest on her belly so they were eye to eye.

  “Grayson…”

  Breathless. I love that. “How can I work with you looking so cute and sexy?”

  She ran her fingers through his hair. He loved that, too. There wasn’t anything about Parker he didn’t love, and that was the other thing making it hard for him to concentrate. He’d fallen for her, overnight it seemed. He was completely and utterly taken with her, and as he gazed into her beautiful eyes, fear tiptoed in and her words came back to him. This feels very far away from my real life.

  He’d spent
time working in the foundation’s Beverly Hills site, and he’d gotten his fill of the elitist personalities and materialistic lifestyles that seemed to go hand in hand with the wealthy in that part of the world.

  “Are you even listening to me?” She tugged his ear.

  He pushed his thoughts aside and focused on Parker. “I was thinking. Sorry. What did you say?”

  She rolled her eyes. “You came over here and then ignored me? Hm? Honeymoon’s over, huh?”

  He pressed his lips to hers. “Never, sweetheart. I was thinking about you. I’m sorry. Tell me again. You’ve got my full attention.”

  “I have a confession to make, and I should have told you a few days ago, but it’s embarrassing.” She twisted her hair around her finger.

  “After last night, how can anything possibly embarrass you?” He’d loved her body so thoroughly he could still recall the scent of her desire.

  “Not that kind of embarrassing.” She paused, as if she was remembering their intimacy, too. “You know how I always asked you to make changes to your designs?”

  “Do I remember?” He laughed. “Baby, I spent more hours on your designs, and the emails explaining why I chose to take the avenues I did, than I would have spent with six other clients over the same time period.”

  Her lips curved up in a gratified smile. “Yeah, I know. That’s kind of why I did it.”

  “Huh?”

  “I loved reading the whys and hows of your design process. I’d get back to my trailer after hours of acting, exhausted, with more hours of studying ahead of me, and totally unmotivated to dive back in. And your emails were like rejuvenating treats. I’d stare at my laptop, wondering if you’d sent an email. My heart would go crazy, and then I’d be afraid to look. Because if you didn’t send one, it made me sad, and if you did, I sometimes felt guilty knowing I’d made more work for you just to fill my empty spots.”