My mind quickly went to the scene with the psychotic Brooke and was immediately swamped with regret at the part I’d played in that whole mess.
“I can imagine,” I said softly, sitting back against the soft, buttery leather of the seat. Thomas proved to be no help at all. The jerk. How was I supposed to protect myself against this man if I had nothing to hold over him?
“We’re here, Miss Lola.”
I turned my head, looked out the window, and gasped. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but the beautiful Tudor surrounded by tall, impressive trees most certainly wasn’t it. I allowed Thomas to help me from the car, then gave him a friendly smile and a polite goodbye before starting up the walk to the front door. The yard, large as it was, was impeccably landscaped. In the waning sunlight, I could see the flashes of color all around from the different flowers and plants. I bet it looked stunning in the daytime.
The walkway was laid with attractive cobblestones and surrounded on both sides by solar-powered garden lights. The only way I could describe the initial look of Grayson’s house was… homey. It looked like the kind of home for a large family, not a single man. That was probably what surprised me the most; I could actually visualize Grayson raising a family there.
That thought was both terrifying and exciting all at once.
“You aren’t going to have sex with him,” I whispered to myself. “You are not having sex with Grayson Lockhart. You’re not, you’re not, you’re not. No sex for Lola.”
The short pep talk did very little to calm the rapid beating of my heart. Before I had a chance to knock, the front door was thrown open and all the air stole from my lungs.
I’d never seen Grayson in anything other than a suit, and I knew from experience that he wore those suits insanely well. But that was nothing compared to what he looked like in a worn pair of jeans and a plain T-shirt. The shift from Grayson the professional to Gray the relaxed was uncanny. And he was barefooted. Gah! How was it possible for a man as good-looking as him to have sexy feet as well? It wasn’t fair!
“Shit,” I said on a slow, defeated breath. Because seeing him dressed casually in the comfort of his own home helped to make one thing perfectly clear.
I was totally having sex with him.
Damn it.
Grayson
CHRIST, SHE WAs beautiful. At the same time her eyes went wide and began doing a sweep of my body, my own did the same. She looked stunning, as always, in a dress that accentuated her tiny waist and showed just a hint of those tits I’d been dying to touch.
“Shit,” she hissed on a ragged breath, pulling me from my perusal of her delectable body as worry kicked in.
“Are you all right?”
My voice, dripping with concern, must have cut through her reverie. Lola gave her head a tiny shake, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as she forced her gaze from my feet to my eyes. Her blatant ogling of my body couldn’t have been more obvious. “Huh?”
“You said ‘shit.’ Is everything okay?”
Her neck and cheeks tinted pink and her eyes looked glazed with want as she stumbled over her words. “Oh… uh. Yeah. I, um, just stubbed my toe.”
My eyes narrowed in a way that said “You’re full of shit,” but I didn’t voice my disbelief in her claim. Instead, I stepped to the side to let her in.
“I hope you’re hungry. I made—” And that was all I got out before Lola launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck as her lips crashed against mine.
It took a second to realize exactly what was happening, for my brain and my body to get on the same page. But the moment her tongue prodded at my lips, instinct took over.
I wrapped one hand in her hair, using it to tip her head to the perfect angle, giving me better access to those full, pouty lips. My other arm slipped around her waist, yanking her body against mine as I feasted on her mouth like a starving man given his first meal in months.
“Oh God,” she panted as I trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, licking and sucking until I reached the swell of her breasts. “This is wrong.” But even as she said it, she held my head to her chest like she was afraid I’d stop. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Stop thinking,” I growled, moving back up to her mouth as I kicked the front door shut. I had her exactly where I wanted her. No fucking way was I letting her go this time.
Her body and actions contradicted the words she spoke. I knew she wanted me, had known for a while. And just like I’d hoped and prayed, she’d finally caved to her desire.
I bit down on her bottom lip and used my tongue to soothe some of the sting away as I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her against me, needing her to feel just how much I wanted her. She felt amazing; everything about her was like a dream. Having her pressed against me, my aching cock so close to what it wanted, was a lesson in willpower.
I lifted her and began heading in the direction of the bedroom. Her short legs twined around my waist as she held on, our mouths never disengaging. I needed her like I needed air or water. It wasn’t just a craving. Sinking inside of her was necessary. I had to have her now, now, now.
Her hands tore at my T-shirt as I rushed down the hall. As soon as we hit the room, I set her on her feet and reached for the hem of her dress, whipping it over her head as fast as I could, only to freeze at the sight of what was beneath. Nothing could have possibly prepared me for what I’d find under that goddamned dress. It was even better than what I’d imagined.
“Fucking Christ,” I hissed, dropping to my knees in front of her and planting open-mouth kisses across her belly from hip to hip. She was a goddess. The white lace of her bra and panties against her olive skin made my mouth water. Lola had curves in all the right places; a woman’s body that would make any man drool. And I’d be damned if I would ever let another man see what I was currently seeing, not after what I was about to do to her. I’d handcuff her to the fucking bed if that’s what it took to keep her.
“Grayson,” she said on a ragged breath, her fingers pulling insistently at my hair. “Come back.”
No fucking way, not until I tasted her. I yanked her minuscule panties down her smooth, silky legs, nearly ripping them in my haste. She stepped out of them and kicked them away the instant they pooled on the floor, leaving her in nothing but that sexy bra and those fuck-me shoes. I was at risk of coming in my pants at just the sight of her, at the smell of her arousal. I did that to her — me.
I couldn’t wait another second, burying my face between her thighs, right into that tiny thatch of curls.
“This is a mistake,” she panted, jerking my head even closer. “We should stop.”
My tongue darted out. That first taste was like pure heaven exploding on my tongue. She cried out as I flicked her clit, her words changing from protests to loud cries of “Oh God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping… not fucking ever. I’d happily die between her legs. I licked and sucked and flicked until her legs began to quake and her knees buckled. Guiding her back onto the bed, I used my hands on her hips to hold her in place as she collapsed backwards, undulating against my face as I stiffened my tongue and began to fuck her with it, diving in and out of her wet heat, needing to drive her as crazy as she drove me. I glanced up, transfixed by the sight of her heaving chest, her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy as she fisted the comforter in her hands. I’d never seen anything so glorious, never tasted anything sweeter.
Her breathing grew more erratic the closer she got, and I never let up, pushing her closer and closer until she burst, coming against my mouth with a long, loud moan. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. If I wasn’t buried inside of her in the next ten seconds I was going to explode.
As soon as the last tremors of her release drained from her, I stood to my feet, tearing at my clothes. Lola rose to her knees, her bra and shoes joining the quickly growing pile of discarded clothing littering my bedroom floor. She grabbed my waistba
nd and began tugging at the button and zipper of my jeans.
“My turn,” she purred, her voice deep and sultry with lust. Her eyes were still glazed over as she moved her hands, raking her nails up and down my chest and abs like she couldn’t decide where she wanted to touch the most.
I saw the shift in her almost immediately. She’d gone from submissive to vixen in the blink of an eye, fighting me for control as we both struggled to get me naked. The moment the last stitch of fabric hit the ground and my cock was free, her tiny hand grabbed hold, pumping up and down as she licked her lips. It twitched under her ministrations as she moved closer, licking the head like a lollipop.
“Shit,” I barked at the feel of her slick tongue against my shaft. It was pure bliss. But it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Stop,” I commanded, wrapping her hair around my fist to hold her in place. “Lola, stop,” I repeated as she fought against my hold. I yanked her hair, just hard enough to get her attention. She looked up at me with those unfocused eyes. The sight of her on my bed, on her hands and knees, was almost too much to bear. “I’m not coming in your mouth the first time.”
“But I want it,” she practically whined, trying to move in for another taste.
Talking wasn’t going to do a damn bit of good; if I wanted to control this situation, I was going to have to force it. With my hands on her waist, I lifted her and tossed her farther up the bed, onto her back, crawling in after her. I lifted to my knees and bent to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer. I straightened, prepared to rip it open, only to have the little devil beneath me snatch it from my hands and buck her hips, sending me to my back.
Lola ripped the condom open with her teeth and slowly slid it down my rigid length, a look of determination on her face as she straddled me and guided the tip to her entrance.
“This changes nothing,” she sighed as she lowered herself. Both of our heads fell back in euphoria as she sank down, taking me until every last inch was sheathed in her tight, hot pussy. “Th-this is just s-sex,” she stuttered as she began to rock her hips. “Nothing more.”
Like fucking hell.
But I didn’t say that out loud; instead, I declared, “Whatever you say.”
It didn’t take a genius to realize that this woman was used to being in control. But unlike the other dickheads she’d been with, I wasn’t one to relinquish anything. I’d let her dominate our lovemaking over my cold dead body.
She began moving faster and faster, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed close as she attempted to use my body to get herself off. I could see it written on every inch of her face, she was doing her best to disconnect herself from me. I wasn’t having it.
Not like this. Not with her.
Before she could process what was happening, I had her on her back, her long hair flung across my pillows. Her eyes shot open in shock as I gripped the headboard with one hand for leverage, the other holding her chin so she was forced to look at me.
“Wha… what are you — oh fuck, Grayson!”
I pounded into her, never breaking eye contact as I drove in and out of her body.
Her lashes fluttered and her eyelids began to drop. “Look at me,” I demanded on a hoarse growl, burying myself to the hilt and circling my hips so my pelvis rubbed against her clit. “You keep your eyes open when I fuck you.”
I stared, enraptured, while fear and lust warred in her amber gaze. “Gray….” My name on her lips was the best kind of torture, even if that one word sounded like a plea.
I continued to move, thrusting over and over as she tightened around me, her body letting me know how close she was.
“Amazing,” I said in a hushed voice as I lowered my head and fed from her lips. “You’re amazing, Lola.”
Her hips began to snap, meeting mine every time I powered into her. Her hands slid around my neck, her long fingers tangling in my hair while her legs locked around my thighs. “I’m close. God, so close,” she cried as we continued to move against each other. I wasn’t far behind her. I desperately needed her to get there; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back.
“Come on, Lola,” I coaxed as my movements turned faster, harder. I was getting lost in everything that was her. And I didn’t care. “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel you.”
“Gray… I….” Her eyes went wide as her pussy clamped down around me as if it was trying to hold me inside of her. “I-I’m coming! Oh God!” Every muscle in her body locked as she screamed my name so loud her voice went scratchy.
“That’s it. Fuck, baby, just like that,” I ground between clenched teeth, ramming into her once, twice, three times before I fell off that ledge right after her. “Unh, unh, fuck. Yes!”
I roared once my climax stole over me, her lush little body draining me of every last drop until there was nothing left. I saw stars behind my eyelids as I lost control of my limbs and collapsed on top of her. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest at any second as I sucked in ragged breaths. For several minutes the only sound to be heard was our labored breathing. I finally came to enough to realize I was probably crushing her, but when I moved to pull away her arms and legs tightened spasmodically.
Instead of disengaging and risking her re-erecting those walls, I looped an arm around her waist and turned us so I was on my back with Lola’s small body draped against my chest, my semihard cock slipping from her, causing her to let out a little gasp. I loved that gasp.
Her fingers trailed random patterns along my chest for a few minutes, almost subconsciously as we finished catching our breaths. Finally, Lola stacked her hands on my left pec and rested her chin on top of them, looking up at me with a sated expression. “That was….”
“Out of this fucking world?” I offered, making her grin. “Unbelievable? Earth-shattering?”
“Someone’s cocky,” she giggled, her grin morphing into a blinding smile.
“Tell me I don’t have reason to be after the orgasms I just gave you,” I joked back.
She rolled her eyes, but I could see the playfulness dancing in them. “Is dinner ruined?” she asked.
I studied her face as I lifted a hand and brushed strands of hair from her forehead. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to just how beautiful she was. “Is my girl hungry?”
Her gaze narrowed into slits, mock-aggravation taking over her face. “Don’t call me that. This was just sex.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It was!” she yelped defiantly.
“If you say so.”
“I do!”
I would’ve argued, but when I wrapped my arms around her, the way her body melted against mine on a contented sigh betrayed her words. I’d let her have that play… for now. I knew I’d win out in the end.
We held each other for a while longer, both of us exhausted from what had just transpired. I was content to fall asleep just as we were, but the sound of her stomach growling let me know I needed to feed her.
“Come on,” I coaxed, sitting up and taking her with me. “Let me get rid of this condom and I’ll get you fed.”
At the mention of food, she hopped from the bed before reaching down, grabbing my shirt from the floor, and slipping it over her head. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” she chirped happily. Then she was gone, leaving me staring after her, the sight of her in my shirt burned on my brain.
Oh yeah, I’d definitely cuff her to my bed if that was what it took.
Lola
I’D BEEN SO consumed by my desire for Grayson when he first opened the door that I’d thrown myself at him immediately, not taking in a single thing about the inside of his house. But now that my whorish body had been satiated, I was finally able to focus on my surroundings.
While I lay on Grayson’s chest, I’d noticed that there weren’t any picture or lamps on his bedside tables. The only thing in the bedroom was the furniture. It was really good quality furniture, but there wasn’t much of it, just the bed, two nightstands, and a chest of drawers. As I walked down the lo
ng hall into the living area, I noticed that the inside of the house was a complete contradiction to the outside.
Where the yard gave the place a homey, comfortable feeling, the inside was kind of bleak and emotionless, devoid of any color or personal touches. It looked like he’d just moved in and hadn’t bought much to fill the space.
The bare walls were painted a plain eggshell white, just a shade darker than the crown molding that edged along the ceiling. The dark hardwood floors were unblemished, but there wasn’t so much as an area rug or a runner covering them. A plain brown leather sectional with a matching ottoman sat facing a huge flat-screen TV mounted to the wall. There was a stylish console beneath that held some books. A matching side table sat on the floor on one end of the sectional, but that was it as far as furniture. No pictures along the mantle above the slate fireplace, no photos or art hung on the walls. There wasn’t a single thing to speak to Grayson’s life or childhood, not even a knickknack.
The barren décor didn’t match Grayson’s exuberant personality in the slightest. If someone had asked, I would’ve claimed that a totally different person lived there.
I padded across the bare floors as I continued to wander the expansive house, following the delicious smells to what I hoped was the kitchen. I stepped down two small stairs into what seemed like another place entirely. Unlike the bare space throughout the rest of the house, the kitchen was starkly different. Pale granite lined the countertops, threaded with iridescent grains that glittered beneath the contemporary pendant lights. A large porcelain farmer’s sink sat beneath a window with a stunning view of the trees and mountains in the background. In the window were small clay pots of different sizes, each containing a variety of herbs. He had a small herb garden in his kitchen but not a single personal effect anywhere else? That was bizarre, to say the least. A subway tile backsplash cascaded beneath the dark oak cabinets, a pretty white against the dark of the wood. Top-of-the-line appliances were scattered throughout and the counters were lined with cooking utensils. This room was lived in, no doubt about it.
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