Finding Gray: A Colloway Brothers Prequel (.5) (The Colloway Brothers Book 1)

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by K. L. Kreig


  I feel the brush of his lips on one side of my mouth first, then the other. Just a brush, a tease, then it’s gone. My skin tingles, the tiny pricks shooting aching awareness straight to my neglected pussy. He’s kissed me before, of course, but tonight is different. Exciting. Nerve wracking in the best way.

  Sliding his hands down my neck, he slips them under my coat, over my shoulders, divesting me of the winter garment I’d not bothered to remove when we came inside.

  “Tell me you want this, Livvy,” he gruffs. Demands, actually.

  I force my eyes open, staring back into his.

  The entire time he sat by my side tonight in bleachers stuffed with moms and dads cheering on their daughters, he was supportive. Attentive. And he really wanted to be there. It wasn’t lip service. When Alyse blocked a spike, he cheered. When she dug for the save, he was on his feet, clapping. When her team won game after game, he felt the victory as if she were already his sister, not just mine.

  In one understated word, he was amazing.

  Over the last few hours he’s managed to stomp on every single reservation I had, crushing them all to oblivion. So when Alyse asked to spend the night with a friend, I knew what inviting him back to my house meant.

  I want nothing more than this.

  “I do. I want this,” I murmur.

  “Raise your arms.” As if my body is on autopilot, my unpainted nails are already pointing to the ceiling before he’s even done talking.

  Wrapping his fingers around the hem of my shirt, he draws it up over my head. It feels as if it takes him an hour to do it and by the time I drop my arms back to my sides, I’m trembling.

  “Holy shit.” I flinch when he runs a finger from the low-slung band of my jeans up my belly, between the valley of my breasts and over my right shoulder. He slips that finger under my bra strap and drags it down, drawing out goosebumps on the entire right side of my body.

  I love that he didn’t go right for my breasts, even though my nipples are as hard as diamonds in anticipation of his touch. I love that he’s taking his time, admiring me before he ravages me. I love that he repeats the same process on the left, only this time he locks his stare back on mine as he does it, watching my reaction. Now the only thing holding my bra is place is the fullness of my breasts as they press against the thin cups. But one flick of his fingers later, it’s floating to the floor, too.

  “Take off your jeans.”

  God, his voice is nothing but gravelly need. I knew he’d be this way in the bedroom. A dynamic, intoxicating combination of dominance and omnipotence. And I don’t hate it. Quite the opposite.

  So once again I find myself eagerly following his command.

  My shaky hands go to the button. I slide it through the loop. I separate the teeth of the zipper and hook my thumbs around the waistband to push them down. Taking turns stepping on the bottom of either leg, I ease completely out of them and stand up tall, hoping he doesn’t mistake nerves for hesitancy.

  For long heartbeats, we silently take each other in. Without a doubt, this man is the man I know I will love like no other. And I see far more than plain lust for me in the depths of him. Far, far more. When my tongue darts out to moisten my dry lips, only then does his gaze break from mine, and only then does he let his attention finally inch downward.

  I’m breathing hard, like I’ve just finished the hundred-yard dash. What does he see? What does he think? I don’t own any fancy bras or panties. Most of them are mismatched and so old they’re starting to thin and hole. But, on an unusual splurge earlier this week, the set I’m wearing tonight I picked up from the clearance bin at Victoria’s Secret. It’s white and lacy, but still not runway sexy.

  Only apparently Gray thinks differently.

  “Livia, god you are beautiful. So fucking sexy.” His praise is hoarse, edgy, like he’s holding on by the thinnest of threads. With his index finger, he traces a line right above my panty line, hipbone to hipbone. My belly quivers. My head spins. I feel weightless.

  “Have to taste you,” he mumbles just seconds before he kneels, taking my panties to the floor with him in one easily orchestrated move. He taps the inside of my ankle, his command unspoken this time. I take a step to the right; my underwear now wrapped only around one foot. Then he’s probing, his fingers slipping inside as his mouth finds my clit, hard and ready.

  When he draws back I almost stomp my feet in frustration. But when he looks up at me from his bent position and says gruffly, “Fuck. I’m going to be here all night long,” I go utterly liquid.

  I sink my fingers into his hair and hold fast when dives back in and starts to eat me in earnest. And it doesn’t take long. I am wound so tight after weeks of anticipating this very second that I come embarrassingly fast. I’m still riding the drugging high of release when the backs of my knees hit the mattress and I sail backward.

  Then Gray’s spreading me wide, tonguing me again. I’m sensitive, squirming, but he doesn’t let up until he’s wrung two more hard and quick orgasms from me. Until I’m begging him to quench the ache and emptiness I feel deep inside with his cock instead of his fingers.

  “The sound of you begging is such a fucking turn on, angel,” he utters against my swollen sex before he crawls from the bed. Standing, he smugly angles a brow up as he drops his hands to his belt and begins to undo it. “It will sound even sweeter when I’m sunk balls deep inside you.”

  My tongue is in knots. Not because of what he said, because I’m very much looking forward to that, but because I’m struck dumb by the insanely mouthwatering physique he’s started to unwrap.

  God. In. Heaven.

  He is magnificent naked.

  Mouth open, I watch him strip with intent. I watch him watch me as he rolls the condom on with efficiency. Then I watch him lose that cool composure he wielded a few seconds ago as he drapes his body over mine with a quiet reverence I didn’t know existed. He hovers, hesitating, so I reach between us to grasp his impressive, latex-covered cock, guiding him to my opening.

  “I need you, Gray,” I tell him on a strained breath. I slant my pelvis to take him in, but he shifts back, balancing us both on pleasure’s doorstep.

  Planting his hands on either side of my head, his stare bores into me. It’s intense. The air feels thick, the moment meaningful.

  “This changes everything,” he promises on a whisper, edging inside a meager inch or two. My pussy contracts, trying to suck him in further. And when his eyes slam shut on a painful curse I’ve imagined hearing countless times over the past few weeks, I resort to begging again. I want him so damn much I can’t think.

  “Please,” I plead, happily humbling myself. “I need it all.”

  His eyes fly open and flare hot. “Sweet Jesus. Even better than I thought.”

  God, I’m dying here.

  “Gray.”

  He holds himself still, now shaking with the effort to not just plunder and take. That I can bring this man to the very edge of unraveling is exhilarating.

  “I’m claiming you, Livia. Once I sink inside this pussy slick with the three orgasms I gave you, you’re mine for good.”

  He says this as if it’s law, as if it’s already a done deal. As if it will scare me away if he demands more than he thinks I’m ready to give. As if the thought I’m not terrifies him.

  Grabbing his ass with both hands, I cant my hips up as far as they’ll go at the same time I tug him toward me with all my might. The sensation of him stretching my inner walls is mind altering, and when I moan his name on a raspy rush of air, he can’t resist his primal instincts to thrust until he’s completely seated.

  Our bodies adjust. Our breaths even. His eyes shine with pure adoration as he looks down at me. I smile, then. Really smile. But it’s not until I tell him with conviction, “I’m ready,” that my smile is returned. And it’s real and resplendent and holds undeniable guarantees of a future together.

  “This. Christ, angel. I’ve never felt anything like this.” Neither have I. Gray
rests his cheek on mine and starts to move. Propelling us toward unchartered bliss, declaring as he makes slow, passionate love to me, “You are mine now. Mine.”

  My heart answers for me. It’s guided me from the very beginning of our relationship, knowing what my mind refused to accept. The words come easy now, tumbling out as I fall headfirst into release number four, “I always have been.”

  Gray and I have something unique and rare. An unexplained connection I don’t quite understand, but won’t question. All I need to know is that I have been Gray Colloway’s since the day I came into this world, and every step I’ve taken in my life has been toward him. To this very moment. And there’s not a scenario or situation I can possibly fathom where my future wouldn’t include this incredible man.

  Not one.

  Chapter 9

  Three Years Later…

  The second we step inside my apartment, I’m on her. I strip her coat. Rip her sweater over her head. Pinch the hooks to her lacy pink bra, which is sexy as hell, letting it fall down her arms. When it catches on a hand, I tear it off and fling it across the room. She’s laughing at my impatience until I kiss my way down her chest, latching onto a rosy nipple that’s pleading for my mouth, sucking so hard her fingernails sting my scalp.

  “Fuck, you taste good, angel,” I praise, tonguing my way to her other one, giving it the same treatment.

  Not thirty minutes ago she gave me the nirvana of all blowjobs in the employee lounge of Rocky’s, but I’m ready to fucking erupt again. The feel of her hands moving across me in desperation, taking my clothes with them as they pass is a potent one I’ll never get used to. Three years together and her touch still burns as powerful as it did the first time.

  I look down to her left ring finger; the large emerald-cut diamond glittering in the overhead light and it hits me all over again.

  She just agreed to marry me.

  Livia Kingsley is going to be my wife.

  My wife.

  “I need to be inside you. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  I pop the button on her jeans at the same time she does mine and once again we stop to look at each other and laugh. Giddy. I’m fucking giddy. So is she. Then we’re rolling them down our legs at the speed of sound in a frantic attempt to quench this sharp ache we both feel.

  In five seconds flat our clothes are scattered, her back is flush with the wall, and I’m buried balls deep inside her, groaning at the feel of her drenched pussy squeezing me so tight I’m not gonna last long.

  “Tell me you love me, angel,” I rasp in her ear, pumping in and out, slow and steady. I’m holding back. All I want to do is ram myself inside her until she’s begging for mercy, but I plan to fuck my new fiancée all night long so I need to go easy on her now.

  Through her pants, she smiles against my cheek. “I love you, Gray.”

  “Tell me again.” I ask her to tell me this all the time. Inside a month I knew I loved her. When I took her to New York City for her birthday into our second month of dating, I spoke the words. But it took close to a year for her to say them back, even though I knew how she felt. And ever since that day I can’t get enough of them.

  “I love you,” my sweet girl readily replies.

  I slide a hand between us and start feathering her clit. The tiny nub is so goddamn hard, just waiting for me to send her over. I apply more pressure and pick up the pace. I want her coming all over my cock in the next sixty seconds. She clamps down around me, the deep pulses already starting.

  “Oh, fuck, Livvy. I feel you. You’re so close already, angel.”

  “Don’t stop,” she pants, nails now digging painfully into my shoulders. She’s just seconds away and it’s taking everything in me to hold the troops at bay until she’s screaming my name.

  “Not stopping. Going to fuck you all night long. Now say it again.” I lean my forehead against the wall for balance and hook my free hand under her fine ass for leverage, tilting her forward so I can go deeper.

  “I love you,” she breathes, then starts chanting, “I love you, I love you, I…oh, god, Gray, god…I’m coming.”

  This is my favorite part of being inside Livia. It’s not when I release, although that feels fucking phenomenal. It’s watching her. It’s watching what I do to her. How good I make her feel. How she lets go of every inhibition and gives me every single piece of her without reservation.

  This, right here, is what heaven has to feel like.

  I watch her face contort in pleasure. I watch until she’s able to hook that gaze with mine again, and only then do I let myself go. With our eyes locked and one final thrust so deep I hit the end of her womb, I let waves of ecstasy wash through me, filling her with my seed. And that sets her off again, both of our bodies working in synch to milk me of everything I have.

  It takes us a few minutes to catch our breath enough to move. I’m drained. So is she. My body feels as weak as a newborn, having given it all to her, but I sweep her off her feet anyway and head toward my bedroom. Our bedroom. She cuddles into my chest and I sigh. I fucking sigh like a pussy but I don’t care.

  I lay her down, clean her, crawl into bed with her, and drape her over me. She’s dead weight, barely moving. Barely breathing. Life doesn’t get any better than this. Except maybe when we have half a dozen miniature Livia’s running around. Christ, the thought of kids with her someday makes my heart pump in sheer joy.

  “You okay down there?” I tease, chuckling lightly.

  “I think you fucked me dead,” she mumbles into my chest.

  “Well that’s a damn shame, angel. I have a lot more in me.”

  “I need a minute. Or five. Maybe ten.”

  “Whatever you need, baby.”

  I’m so happy right now I feel like I could burst. Livia Kingsley just agreed to be my wife. And the sooner we set the date and she’s walking down that aisle toward me, the better. But we’ll discuss that tomorrow. Tonight is for celebrating. For making love until we’re sore and we pass out.

  Slipping a finger under her chin, I tilt it up. My heart squeezes at the love I see shining back at me. It takes me a minute to find my voice, hoping beyond all hell it doesn’t crack when I finally use it.

  “I am incredibly happy right now, you know.”

  That smile of hers blows me away every time. “Me too.”

  I test her name. The new name she’ll soon have for life. “Livia Colloway.” It tastes like ambrosia, making my head swim. “I like the sound of that.”

  She lays her hand on my cheek. Her eyes liquefy. Or maybe it’s tears. “So do I.”

  “I have some champagne chilling.”

  “Pretty confident, were you?” Her watery grin turns cocky.

  I place an open-mouthed kiss to her palm. “I mean, who could resist this? I’m the entire package. Handsome, successful, sexy. Have a few bucks in the bank.”

  “Oh really?” She pops up on one elbow and snatches her hand away. “You know you snore, right?”

  “No more than you.” I roll her on her back.

  “I don’t snore.”

  She so does. “All women say that. It’s a cute snore. Not a trucker snore.” Her wrists are bound together in one my hands, stretched above her head, while the other starts to wander south.

  She laughs, sinking further into the pillow. “What’s a cute snore, exactly?”

  “Mmm,” I breathe against her neck, lacing it with kisses before I finish, “The kind that makes me want to slip my cock inside that hot, talented mouth of yours to test first hand how the vibration feels.”

  “Well, that’s…” She breaks off because I have three fingers now buried inside her sweet heat. “God, Gray.”

  “Sore?”

  “No. Please.”

  “Please what, angel?” I taunt, knowing exactly what she wants. What turns her on, making her putty in my hands.

  “Please everything. Just please.”

  “You can have everything, angel. All of it. It’s yours already.”

  And th
is is how the rest of our night goes. We talk. We laugh. We fuck between bouts of tender lovemaking. We drink champagne off each other until the sheets are soaked. We change them, catnap, then start all over again. We do this until we can’t do it any more. Until the sun kisses the horizon. Then we crash, our bodies needing recovery.

  My fiancée falls asleep in my arms. Exhausted, sated, deliriously happy. As am I. Only when I wake up a few hours later, the world I’d spent the last three years meticulously building implodes, blanketing me in wounds so deep I know I’ll never recover.

  Livia isn’t in my bed. She isn’t answering her phone. She’s not at her house or with friends or unconscious in a hospital somewhere.

  She’s gone. Just up and vanished.

  Without a trace. Without a note. Without a reason.

  And so my living hell begins.

  Want to know what happens when Gray and Livia reconnect years later? Keep reading for a peek into

  FORSAKING GRAY, The Colloway Brothers #1.

  Available now where books are sold.

  Also by K.L Kreig

  The complete Colloway Brothers series:

  Forsaking Gray

  Undeniably Asher

  Luke’s Absolution

  Destination Connelly

  The Regent Vampire Lords series:

  Surrendering

  Belonging

  Reawakening

  Evading

  COMING Oct 17, 2016 (A sexy, no cheating standalone):

  Black Swan Affair

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