“Winston,” Gray barked into the phone.
“Get your ass over here, Winston!” Dave yelled. “Now I have both of them crying on my patio! Whatever the hell you did, you better fucking fix it!” The phone was already dead in Dave’s ear.
Before Dave finished his sentence, Gray was out the door and sprinting across the lawn. Taking the four-foot stone wall dividing their properties was no problem. He vaulted it and landed in Dave’s backyard. The patio deck was right in front of him where the two women sat beside each other, hugging and crying.
Dave burst out his back door just as Gray made it to the steps. His eyes only on Prin who was now gaping at him, her red eyes round and amazed.
Prin pulled away from Marisa just as Gray slid to his knees in front of her. His big hands rested lightly on her thighs. Afraid to gather her to him while she stared down at him in complete shock, he did the only thing a man could do in a situation like this. Promise to fix it.
“What is it, Baby Girl?” Gray pleaded. “Whatever it is, I’ll fix it. Just tell me.”
Her hand drifted across to his hair, as if to reassure her he was real. He grabbed that shaky little hand and pressed his lips to her palm, then held it to his thundering heart.
Big tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her face as she stared down at him. It was too much. He surged up, lifting her onto his lap as he slid into her chair. Bent over her, his entire body surrounded her protectively as he kissed the wet tracks down her cheeks.
Prin laughed shakily and turned her lips to his. Eagerly Gray molded his mouth to hers and plunged deeply into her. He drank in her sweet taste like the starving man he was. Sliding his tongue across silky flesh and swirling around her tongue, sucking avidly when she thrust her tongue into his mouth.
He needed to make her understand that he would do anything for her. Slay dragons, battle demons, follow her into hell if need be. Whatever it was. Someone would have to be stepping over his cold, dead body to make her cry again, ever! He didn’t have the words. He’d never needed the words before, so he had no idea where to find them. He tried to show her with his kiss, his body.
Her shuddering little body melted into him like a liquid flame. His hands ran over every inch of her that he could reach, caressing, stroking. He was fevered in his need to touch her, feel her come alive in his arms, and she did. Somehow, her arms were locked around his neck and her breasts pressed pebble-hard nipples into his tensile-steel chest.
Her intense response left him with no doubt that she’d suffered as much as he had this last week. The reason she hadn’t called him dropped to number two on his list of urgent questions.
He withdrew slowly from her mouth and felt her hands frame his face as she blinked up at him.
“What are you doing here, Gray?” Prin asked, still shocked at his appearance, vaulting over Marisa’s wall. “Why were you at the judge’s house?” She glanced at Marisa and Dave as if they could explain the mystery of his arrival from next door.
“It’s not the judge’s house anymore. It’s mine,” Gray growled. Breathing in deep to clear his head, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and repeated himself. “What is wrong, Baby Girl? Why were you two crying like that?”
Her big eyes gazed up at him blankly. “You bought the judge’s house?” she squeaked. Her brow wrinkled as she tried to comprehend that.
Gray nodded, and waited for her answer to his question.
“Really?” Prin still couldn’t comprehend it.
Smoothing a hand down her cheek, his thumb brushed away the remnants of her tears. “Yeah, really,” Gray confirmed.
“Why?” was her next question.
He blew out a breath and realized that no further information would be forthcoming until she grasped his new home issue.
“Yes, Prin. I bought it last Wednesday. I needed to look at you at least once a week, even if it’s only from a distance, just in case you decided to never see me again.” He continued as fast as possible to get this part over with. “I thought buying the house next to yours might tick you off. Maybe make you get a court order or something. To avoid the appearance of stalking, I bought the judge’s house. However, I’m willing to do the stalking thing if I have to. Dave just called me because you both were crying out here and he thinks I did something. I haven’t done anything, yet. Could we get back to the question of why you were crying? Please,” he ended earnestly. His eyes searched her face while his speech sank in.
Her brow furrowed and she leaned back from him. “You actually bought a gi-normous house so you could look at me?” she demanded loudly.
“Yes,” he waited.
Prin hopped off his lap and darted across the patio to stand on tiptoes trying to look at his new house. Gray groaned.
Dave stifled a laugh as Marisa elbowed him in the stomach and it became a cough.
Gray turned to Marisa. Now here was a fountain of information if there ever was one. Surely, she could, as one of the criers, shed some light on the subject.
“Marisa, what’s going on?” Gray asked as Dave turned to her also.
“I can’t, Gray. It’s Prin’s news.” Marisa shook her head and reached a shaky hand for Dave, who instantly wrapped his arms around her. They all looked at Prin again.
Prin plopped down on her heels and wrapped her arms around herself as she took a deep breath. Reluctantly she turned back to them and looked straight into Gray’s eyes, she smiled shakily.
“I didn’t call you because I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish, Gray.” Prin answered his second question. For Gray, the answer was garbled female talk. It told him nothing. He stood up, but didn’t move any closer, afraid to spook her now that she seemed ready to talk.
“It’s already started,” Gray assured her. “How it ends will be up to both of us.”
Prin shook her head and looked down. “No, not always.”
Edging cautiously closer to her, he softly questioned, “Can’t you tell me what the problem is?”
She shook her head and wiped some new tears off her cheeks. Her breathing got a little choppy for a second but she willed it back under control. Her battle for composure was ripping his heart out.
“You have to tell him, Prin,” Marisa cajoled. “He’s here now. Can you imagine the mess he’d make of my house if you don’t? I’ll never get rid of him.”
They both laughed shakily. “I know, Mar. He’s just so big.”
Prin’s eyes swung back to Gray and the weak humor faded from her face. Clasping her hands in front of her in an attempt to control the trembling, she gulped a few breaths and smiled at him sadly.
“Week before last they found a mass in my right breast,” she stated quietly. “They don’t know what it is. I’ve been having tests all week but both the surgeon and my doctor have never seen anything like it before.”
Gray swallowed hard as the enormity of her statement rolled over him. He stepped closer to her but she held up a trembling hand to stop him.
“Don’t, Gray. I’ll never get through this if you touch me.” He froze and waited for her to continue.
“They want to take it out as soon as possible, so I go in for surgery Monday morning. I came over to ask Marisa to drive me to the hospital that morning. I had to tell her about it and we both started crying.”
Prin glanced at Marisa and smiled. “She’s also pretty pissed at me because I didn’t tell her until just now. I had to be sure before I said anything. You understand that don’t you, Mar?”
“No, Prin. I should have been there for you during all those yucky tests. How could you not tell me? I’m really mad about that!” Marisa was at no loss for words and was about warmed up for a tirade when Dave dropped a kiss on her nose. “How about we let Prin finish before we take the rubber hoses to her?”
Gray slashed a grateful look at Dave and turned back to Prin. “Go on, sweetheart,” he encouraged.
“I go in real early because—” she had to take a shaky breath, “—if what they take o
ut is malignant, they will have to take out some lymph nodes to test also. If those test out fine, we’re done. But if things don’t go well they might have to do a lot more extensive surgery.”
Gray felt every muscle in his body tighten. “May I hold you now, baby?” he asked quietly. She looked at him searchingly.
“Do you understand what I’m saying, Gray? After Monday I might not be a whole woman.” Tears welled again in her eyes, her hands gestured wildly. “Or I might be a woman with a very short life expectancy. Even if, by some miracle, everything tests fine, they are still going to be cutting into my breast and taking a chunk out. I’ll feel really shitty for around six weeks. Not much of a playmate for a while.”
His gaze never wavered. His intent expression remained fixed and she tried again. “I can’t ask you to deal with this, Gray. Death is hard. I know. There is no reason for you to go through this. We hardly know each other.”
“Are you done?” he asked. She nodded jerkily.
Gray stepped forward and had her in his arms almost instantly, wrapping all of himself around her. She sank into him and giving up the fight to be strong. It felt like he’d been holding his breath until he could have her back in his arms again. Burying his face in her hair, he rocked her back and forth gently. Giving her the comfort of his body.
Dave and Marisa were holding each other tightly as they watched the other couple merge into what looked like one body. They turned quietly and stepped into the house, the door closed silently behind them.
After what seemed like a long while, Gray swung her up into his arms and started striding across the lawn.
“Where are we going?” Prin asked. Her voice muffled in his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around it.
“To my bedroom,” Gray’s low voice growled.
She smiled then giggled into his neck.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded. The situation was a lot of things for him. Funny wasn’t even close though. They’d reached the short wall and he sat on it to swing his long legs over it while holding her high in his arms. His pace quickened as he neared the back door.
Prin looked up at him and a smile hovered around her lips. “It’s just such a male reaction.” Her face got serious again. “Gray, sex isn’t going to change anything. It’s not going to make it go away, or fix it.”
“Making love,” he corrected.
“Huh?” Prin asked.
“Making love, Prin. Not sex.” He glanced down at that sweet little face and quickly turned his attention back to the serious business of getting in the house. All he had to do was get through the kitchen and up the stairs.
“We are going to my bedroom so I can make love to you. Then it’s going to be my turn to talk,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Gray! Have you even been listening to me at all?” she demanded exasperated.
At the open back door, Gray shouldered them in and kicked it shut. “I heard every word, Baby Girl. But it doesn’t change a thing.”
She smacked his shoulder. “We need to talk, Gray. For one thing I can’t stay up all night.”
“It’s eleven a.m., I think we might be done by nine p.m. this evening if you have to go home and pack something. Then you have all day tomorrow to rest up and tell me how you want the house arranged.” He was sprinting up the stairs.
“Gray!” Her voice rose as he shoved open the bedroom door. “This is crazy!”
He kicked the bedroom door shut and stopped. White-hot eyes looked down at her. “I’ll tell you what’s crazy. Thinking that I’m not interested enough to want you, regardless of what happens Monday. It’s crazy to believe that what happened between us could stop, or fade or whatever it is your female brain has come up with.”
He stood her in front of him and started undressing her. “I’ve waited patiently for a week, Prin. I’m done waiting.” Her shirt dropped to the floor. “You’re mine, I want you. I need you in my bed every night.” Her jeans and shoes hit the floor.
Her mouth opened and he laid a finger over it. Gray reached behind her to unsnap the bra and flick it off her shoulders. “I know how monumental your diagnosis is. I get it that the future has a lot of questions in it. But there are several things that are certain.” Her panties slid down her legs.
“I’m here. I’m the man who will to drive you to the hospital Monday morning.” He started tearing off his own clothes, while she stood in front of him naked. “I’m the face you’ll see when you wake up.” His shirt lost all its buttons as he jerked it open and shrugged it off. “I’m the man who is going to take care of you afterwards.” His belt whipped out of the pant loops so fast it swooshed. “I’m the one who will be there regardless of what comes next.”
His pants thudded to the floor. “I’m the man who loves you.” He stepped out of them and his shoes and socks at the same time. Gray picked her up and sort of tossed her on the bed, his massive body followed her, landing on top of her. Bulging forearms cushioned his weight from falling on her.
“I’m the man who is going to marry you.” His mouth slammed down on her shocked lips, his tongue plunging deeply into her. He demanded her tongue in his mouth so he could suck on it. Her body arched up to reach him while his knees pressed down between hers, powerfully spreading them.
Rubbing his rock-hard erection up and down her slit, he coated it with the excess cream he found there. His hands grasped both her breasts and pressed them together. He tore his mouth away from hers and dived down to draw a taut nipple into his mouth. His tongue flattened against the hard nipple, he flicked back and forth sharply before nipping it gently.
Her neck arched back. Fire burned up from her clit as he mercilessly sawed his cock over her, deepening the pleasure shooting through her breast as he drew on her nipple harshly. He switched to the other breast swiftly, leaving her swollen flesh to be pinched and pulled by his fingers. He scraped a nail across the throbbing, abandoned nipple and she convulsed. He wasn’t gentle. Manipulating those luscious globes of flesh consumed him. His fingers kneaded pliant flesh, milking it into his mouth insistently.
Her climax crashed over her hard. It ripped through her like an out of control freight train. He ignored it and kept tormenting her breasts, pounding at her mound without entering it. Prin writhed beneath him. Her fingers clawed down his back in a desperate attempt to press him into her, as he drove her back up to a peak of sensation that shattered her mind with the ferocious release it required. She came again. Her legs clamped high around his waist, her heels dug into him as she shuddered through it.
Gray grabbed her legs just above the backs of her knees and jerked them up. He pressed them into her chest and dropped his face to her drenched cunt. His mouth covered her entire mound and sucked in hard. Her body rose off the bed until only her shoulders remained on the pillows.
Her mouth gaped open in a soundless scream. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. He narrowed his attention to her clit. His teeth gently clamped down on her swollen flesh and her bottom slammed back down on the bed. Her clit held in his teeth like that made her still beneath him in complete surrender. Her entire body focused on his next move. Gray’s tongue snaked out, and slithered back and forth across it with mind-shattering speed.
Prin clutched the sheets and sobbed as her body jerked uncontrollably. “Gray, please. I beg you. Take your pleasure.” His hands slid under her ass to lift her up to him, but other than that he ignored her again.
She gasped and pleaded. He switched his attention to her convulsing opening. His tongue sank into her deeply and licked out her cream. He rode her to such exquisite pleasure that she thought she would die. She begged him to fuck her.
Both man and beast were in agreement on this one. The woman he craved lay writhing beneath him and he wasn’t letting her up. Getting his fill of her was an imperative he didn’t even want to control. When he was done she’d fully understand where she belonged and to whom. Then they’d talk.
Both his thumbs were now gliding up and down the sensitive
strip of flesh between cunt and back entrance. He drew her silky lubricant down to circle it around her tender ass and glided back for more.
Hot and insistent his mouth latched onto her clit painfully and she slammed into another climax, gushing her essence for him to press into her bottom. Hardly aware of his fingers there until two slipped inside her. He carefully stretched her. Sliding in and out of her then adding a third finger pressing into her little ass while his hot, devastating mouth sucked her through yet another hard orgasm.
Suddenly she found herself flipped over on her stomach. One of his arms slid under her, lifted her hips to make a space for the two pillows he pressed into the gap. She was dazed. He leaned over her and reached into the nightstand for some lubricant. Prin was gulping air desperately and had no time to pay attention to his actions.
He shoved her knees forward again so she was in a wide kneeling stance over the pillows that cushioned her. The lubricant tube pressed to her back entrance as he squeezed. The cold sensation of the cream shocked her into realizing what he was doing. Her eyes opened wide as the cool substance entered her. Yet resistance didn’t occur to her. He was taking her, taking what belonged to him and not asking permission in any fashion. Exactly what she craved from him.
Gray leaned over so his face hovered above Prin and whispered in her ear. “Mine, Baby Girl. My cunt. My ass.” The fat head of a plug slid past her opening. “My woman!” He pressed the plug in slowly. She squeezed her eyes shut as her tender opening strained to take the wickedly wide length of the dildo he pressed into her.
Her body was so strung out from the endless orgasms that he’d driven her to that the biting burn as he took her ass with the monstrous plug felt like a welcome relief. It felt so good as he inched it into her, so hard, and hot. Her flesh sizzled as it separated for the intruder. Prin strained to relax the tight ring of muscle and let the insidious invader take her ass, pressed back onto it with her last shred of energy as she accepted the final inch of it into her body.
“All of you. Every part of you is mine. I want it, Prin. I want the good stuff and the bad stuff. I want everything.” He lowered his body onto her. His weight pressed down on her as she felt his now latex-covered cock slide into her weeping cunt at last. He was huge. She felt him slice into her like a burning branding iron. He relentlessly pressed up into her body to sear his mark on her womb.
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