To One Hundred (#dirtysexygeeks #1)

by Melissa Blue

  “Sex isn’t the cure-all.”

  Eva snorted. “Shut up. You know you don’t mean it.”

  “Not a word.” He tugged at her shirt.

  She pushed his hands away. “Take off your shirt. Sit on the bed.”

  Interest flickered in his eyes. “You’re taking control?”

  She had to somewhere in this relationship. “On the bed.” A thought hit her sideways and she started to walk, pushing him backward. “Because I distinctly remember getting into your bed with my shoes on. I had a moment of trepidation because that’s so rude and then I didn’t care. I was too tired. But I had them both on when I fell asleep. And now I have a shoe missing.”

  He grinned and pulled off his shirt. The sight of his bare chest gave her pause. She’d felt him up quite a bit but to see the fine hairs on his pecs, trailing down to his stomach and getting narrower until the hairs just looked like an arrow to his dick…Yeah. This was almost better than just touching him, that and his lopsided, wicked smile.

  “So what did you do with my shoe?” she asked.

  He went to unbuckle his belt, the back of his knees were maybe an inch or two away from his bed. She bit her lip and held her breath. He climbed out of his underwear and jeans and she was going to turn blue soon. She exhaled sharply when he straightened. Apparently all the times she’d felt his cock pressed against her, he’d only been half-mast.

  She murmured, “I didn’t say to get naked.”

  “Your eyes did.”

  She lifted her chin so they were eye-to-eye. “What are they saying now?”

  He sat down on the bed, his hands flat against the mattress as he leaned back a little. His dick saluted her, thick and long and hard. The old hurts she’d dredged up for him faded into the background as her blood heated. She felt lighter somehow. He knew all her ugly and hadn’t run. There wasn’t even a hint of pity in his eyes. And as she stood between his legs, cupping his face to tilt his head back, there was only a promise of something hot and probably hedonistic in his gaze.

  How could he look at her and only see the good parts?

  “Eva, your eyes are going dark again. Stop thinking.”

  She took his advice and brushed her mouth against his. He went to deepen the kiss, and she pulled back. His jaw tightened, but he just waited. She lifted her leg and rested her knee on the mattress. The tip of his cock pressed into the crotch of her jean shorts. He hissed, but waited.

  She trailed her hand down to his neck and then pushed up until his Adam’s apple strained against his tanned skin. Then, only then, did she brush her mouth against his. And again, but this time she suckled his bottom lip. He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs until he was palming her ass. She nipped and sucked at his lip until it was swollen. He let her take the lead but he’d started to move his hips, brushing his cock against her jeans.

  Finally she dipped her tongue into his mouth. His harsh groan made her insides go tight. He tasted of beer and heat and she just wanted to devour him. She tilted her head more to the side to get a better angle to tongue-fuck his mouth as he’d done to her on the hill. She wanted him to catch the scent of her perfume and forever remember the feel of a soft palm on his throat, her tongue in his mouth and his dick wet from precome.

  No. No. She wanted Grady to remember her without all her broken pieces. So she closed her hand in his hair and kissed him harder, deeper than she’d ever kissed a man. His fingers wormed their way to the front of her shorts. He unclasped the button and tugged the zipper down before she pulled her mouth away.

  “Patience,” she ordered.

  His lids were low and the promise had changed. It was a warning to move shit along or he’d wrest back the control. She reached between her legs, closing her fist around him. “Behave.”

  He lifted his hips and she wasn’t sure if that was intentional or instinctive. She brought her mouth back to his, stroking him and his groans deepened. When pre-come dampened her hand, she broke the kiss, letting her mouth trail down to his neck. His skin was warm against her lips. She licked lower. The fine hairs tickled and from the way he gasped, really low and deep, he liked that too. Probably just liked her mouth on him period. She continued to stroke and he dropped his hands away from her.

  “Eva, you’re killing me.”

  She laughed and took his nipple between her teeth. “Start the count.”

  His chuckle was rough, but this was Grady. He ran his hands up her back and into her hair. He twisted the strands on his fist because he had to know where this seduction led. She tongue kissed his belly button, then his thigh. He tightened his hand, a curse escaping as her breasts bumped his cock, her stroke slower than before.

  She knelt between his legs. A rush of heat slammed into her. He was so hard. The tip had turned a deep shade of red and the veins along the shaft strained against the skin. She had the urge to toy with him and keep kissing around everywhere else. But she wanted to lick his cock as much as he wanted her to.

  She pursed her lips and laid a soft kiss on the tip. He stiffened, his breath huffing out.

  “Fuck,” he cursed.

  She moaned and then took him in her mouth, following each up and down stroke of her hand. Nothing sweet or slow. Just wet and tight. His groans mixed in with his soft curses when she added a sweep of her tongue over the sensitive hole, then along the underside of his cock. Tight, wet and deeper. Her palm was slick and so was her pussy. He was so vocal, having no shame telling her how much he loved her mouth, tongue. And then her throat.

  He pulsed harder. He was close. He was hers in that moment. She cupped his balls to feel the tight pull as he rode closer to an orgasm.

  Grady tugged her head back, his breath panting out. She tried to move back but the hold he had on her hair refused to let up. She glanced up at his face. His jaw was taut and his eyes were unreadable. He was done warning her.

  Her pussy clenched at the erotic threat staring her down and she moaned. Her heart jumped as he rose, his hand guiding her up. He kissed her hard and deep. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to. Why should she when Grady had every intention of consuming her in one long, delicious bite? Kissing her in a way that burned any thoughts to cinder. He let go of her hair but his caresses were still rough, urgent, ensuring she could only tremble and moan.

  What had she been doing before? Right. Trying to unravel him, peel back his veneer to get to the core of him. He pushed her onto the mattress, his eyes stormy from lust. Success.

  He climbed onto the bed as though she were prey and he predator. That shouldn’t have turned her on. She should have jumped up to make an escape, but from the hungry way he looked at her, she had no doubt he’d chase her.

  Eva pressed her palm to his face. He groaned, and the kiss that followed could bruise. She loved every second of it. The way he roughly spread her legs with his, wrapping his hands around her waist and pinning her to the mattress—it all left her wet and trembling. Anticipation coursed through her veins.

  “Grady, don’t make me wait.”

  His sexy chuckle did wonderful things to her insides. He held her gaze, a hard glint in his eyes. “Funny. You want mercy when you refused to give me any.”

  He glanced down to his cock. She followed his stare. An inch, maybe less separated them. She lifted her hips to get him inside her and end the torture.

  Grady tsked. “Don’t move.”

  He rose from the bed, naked except for socks. He opened a dresser drawer, rummaged inside and turned with his attention fixed on putting on a condom.

  She wanted to eat him up, but she only said, “I have to respect your multitasking skills. Walking and putting something on your dick. Impressed.”

  And she watched his every movement like a blind woman granted the ability to see for twenty-four hours. His cock would have swayed and bounced with each solid step if not for him pulling the condom down the length. That was a sidenote though. Grady, naked, was a sight worth perving.

  Her hands had tousled his sandy brown hair
so the locks were every which way, and still that only upped his sexy-as-fuck factor. Those wide shoulders she’d dreamed about leaving nail marks on seemed to stretch his full width. The fine hairs on his chest led a trail down his ripped stomach muscles to his cock.

  She knew the latter’s taste. It still filled her mouth. She had to swallow the hungry sound just at the thought of tasting him again. His long legs, tanned and sculpted, only rounded off his physical perfection.

  Eva closed her eyes, tilting her head back, because every muscled inch of him was stalking back to her. His each movement warned of danger, his being filled with the intent to make good on his silent warning of fucking up her world, one dick stroke at a time. She shivered and couldn’t wait.

  The bed dipped from his weight. He slid up her body, not bothering to leave heated kisses along her sensitive skin. The fine hairs on his legs and chest were enough to make her eyelids ride low. His heat too. The hard lines and planes of his body snuggling close to hers made the blood roaring in her ears the only sound that could penetrate the thunder of her heartbeat.

  Once again he wrapped his rough hands around her waist and pulled her into him, making her a prisoner to his needs.

  “Eva.” Her name was a husky whisper.

  “Yes?”

  He pressed his cock against her clit and drew it down between the folds of her sex. When the tip of his cock passed her clit for a second time she could feel the heat of her own arousal slicking the path.

  Her face, her limbs, flushed as the moment hovered over the precipitate of change, of need. What waited for them after the fall was more than knowing how he felt thrusting inside her. It was so much more than sex or dirty words whispered in a lover’s ear. Her whole body ached and she wanted to sink her nails into his hips to force him to end the anticipation.

  “Grady.”

  He groaned before slamming into her. Her breath hitched as her pussy clenched around him. He stilled before crooking his face into her neck. His tongue danced along her pulse as he shook. She reached down and palmed his ass cheeks, urging him to keep fucking her. Grady shifted, bracing his arms at the sides of her head.

  He needed no guidance as he plunged into her. Deep and hard. Fast shallow thrusts. Hard bites along along her neck or breasts, wherever his mouth found soft, warm, sensitive flesh he could reach without pulling his cock out of her. This was why she had wanted to take control. He could, without a single word, own her very being. Her nails bit into his ass, and he only grunted, plunging into her wet warmth like he had the single-minded intent to make her come hard and long.

  Her world was unraveling. She opened her eyes, her mouth slack, trying to catch a breath. Grady had been watching her. Enraptured was such an easy word to use. His lids were low and his jaw was tight. She couldn’t help but think he’d changed his strokes based on her facial expressions. Not lost enough. So fuck her harder.

  She trailed a hand up his back, into his hair and then closed her fist. His breath mingled with hers. Yet they still didn’t break eye contact. They were in this moment together. Pleasure flooding their every senses. Neither of them were hiding their true reactions.

  Never in her life had she had sex like this. This was raw and open, endless. The longer he held her gaze as he stroked inside her, the more she felt certain there was no other way to have sex.

  She moaned his name, unable to hold back.

  His hungry growl sent gooseflesh over her skin. “Come, Eva. I can see it. Don’t fight it.”

  She moaned again, refusing to close her eyes and let the quickening in her pussy pull against his cock. His lids lowered even more and that made her come harder, knowing he loved the feel of her pussy trying to milk him. She trembled, shuddered and he watched her face, not missing a single moan.

  He shifted, placing his knees right under her ass. “I’m going to come,” he whispered. “Can I come on your stomach?” The question came out desperate.

  How could she deny him? “Yes.”

  “Fuck.”

  His strokes went longer, jerky. His face contorted into a mask of pleasurable pain and then he pulled out of her. She could have closed her eyes and then feel the spurt of warmth on her skin. But they were all in, together. He’d watched her come and she’d do the same.

  Glancing down, she watched him slide off the condom. His fist was tight and slow along his shaft. The tip of his cock rubbed against her belly button as he stroked himself to completion. His eyes were closed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as sensation took hold of all else. His come painted the pale skin of her stomach.

  His breath rasped out for a moment before he whispered in her ear, “And now you’re mine.”

  The possessive note in his voice made her quicken again. Before she could argue, agree or do anything, his mouth was back on hers, devouring any reply she may have come up with.

  Eva didn’t mind being his one bit.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Grady woke up with a delicate arm over his forehead. Didn’t take long for the night before to come rushing back. Took an even shorter time for him to smirk. Well, he knew one more thing about Eva. She slept wild and he’d probably need a helmet to protect his head at some point.

  Those were settling-into-a-relationship thoughts and he didn’t mind the idea of waking up with a naked Eva in his bed. He gently moved her arm, taking her in. She looked peaceful even with half her face buried in a pillow.

  He might have watched her a bit longer if his front door hadn’t slammed shut. He didn’t bother with much else but his jeans. He had plans to get back in bed and wake Eva up as soon as possible. To keep her asleep just for that, he closed the door behind him and went downstairs.

  Wade was digging in the hallway closet. He stopped long enough to say, “Hey,” before sticking his head back inside.

  Grady’s brows rose. “We good?”

  “You mean did I go to sleep and miraculously change my mind about Eva? Nope. But I did come up with a remedy.”

  He crossed his arms. “What’s that?”

  “Stay home as much as possible so I’m not in your way. One head case is enough.”

  For only a second did Grady consider pushing his brother all the way into the closet. When Wade removed his head from his ass, then Grady would let his brother out.

  Instead he pinched the bridge of his nose. “For a genius, you’re dumb as a bag of rocks.”

  “You can punch me to make yourself feel better, but you know I’m right.” He made an ah-ha sound and pulled out a box filled with clothes. “You can’t take care of us both.”

  Wade met his gaze and then sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” he shot back. “Like you’ve lost your fucking mind?”

  “Been there, done that…”

  Yeah. That was it. Grady lost whatever hold he had on his temper and crossed to his brother until he stood a few feet in front of him. His brother would rather be glib than to talk about what had really crawled up his ass. “Coward.”

  Anger flashed hot in Wade’s eyes and then his attention drifted over Grady’s shoulder. He followed the stare. Eva’s face had turned red. She wore his shirt and it barely covered her. Her tousled hair told the rest of the story loud and clear. She’d spent the night and had done more than sleep. Her hand gripped the corner of the wall and if no one said another word, she’d rabbit up the stairs.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, almost curling into herself.

  Wade said, “Don’t mind me. I was just leaving.”

  She paled, but lifted her chin. Wade nodded at her, something akin to respect flickering in his eyes, then he swept his gaze back to Grady. “I moved out months ago. Stop pouting.”

  “Fuck you, Wade. You know that’s not the issue.”

  “No. My bipolar is the issue. Her, whatever the fuck, is the issue. You’re in the middle, man. You always are. Can’t help it. So I’m taking myself out of the equation.” He added, “I’m not offing myself. I’m just going home and coming over
less. Jeez.”

  With that, his brother left. Grady still had the faint sensation of wanting to punch him. He didn’t face Eva until the urge passed. What emotions remained were lust for her and worry for his idiot brother.

  She crossed her arms and pressed her shoulder against the wall. “So, he’s bipolar.”

  “Yeah.” And an ass. He scowled.

  She smiled. “Did you want to call him out of his name just now?”

  He only raised his brow as an answer. She sighed instead of laughing as he’d expected. “I don’t want to get between you and your brother.”

  Grady could lie and say she wasn’t, but his brother had made it clear she was a problem. They’d disagreed before. They had fistfights. Fuck-off-and-die glares that lasted for weeks. Eventually they’d come back around. This situation wouldn’t be fixed with a cooling off period.

  “I should go,” she said.

  He grabbed hold of her to keep her from moving. The shirt she’d stolen rode up and he got pleasantly flashed. “I see.”

  “Men,” she muttered.

  He twisted his hand and dragged her to him. “It’s Saturday. You’re not going anywhere. You’ll have to cheer me up.”

  “Men,” she said again, but this time she sounded amused.

  The brush of her lips turned into a heated, slow kiss. Didn’t take long for her hands to dig into his unbuttoned jeans. He cupped her face, his world getting dizzy and hot as she stroked his cock.

  The front door swung open. “Forgot something…” Wade cursed and backed out the door.

  “Oh, my God,” Eva squealed and sprinted for the stairs.

  Why? He was the one with his dick out. She’d been fully covered. Fixing himself, and muttering a string of curses, he decided the only way to fix this was to put his fist into his brother’s face.

  He opened the door and Wade leaned against the porch. “Well, at least you weren’t face deep this time.”

  Wade dodged the punch and laughed as he stepped into the house. “I swear, when I do come by, I’ll knock like a guest. Tell the boys the same.” He went over to the entertainment center and then pulled out a few of his games.