He nods, gasping for air. I reach down the front of him, pleased to find him growing hard already. A shiver rolls through him as I roll his firm, supple balls in my hand before stroking him in time with my thrusts. Turning his head to the side, his lips crash into mine. It’s messy and a little awkward with the angle, but we kiss each other like we’re starving.
Grady groans as my tongue swipes along his. “Fuck, I can taste myself on you,” he breathes against my mouth, diving in again. “So good.”
Sweat drips down my back, his body slick against mine, the room filled with broken gasps, moans, and our shared heavy breathing. I want this moment to last forever. I never want to forget how he feels in my arms. Never want to let him go. Something primal and possessive takes over me.
“You’remine, Grady. You hear me?” My hips slap against his ass, my voice low and raspy, foreign to my own ears. “This ass is mine, that cock is mine, your pretty little mouth is mine. We’re fucking done denying this. We’re finished ignoring it. You’re. Mine.”
“Oh, God…” His cock, now fully hard again, throbs in my grip
“Say it,” I growl. “Let me hear it.”
Grady’s head rests on my shoulder, his breaths coming out in harsh, quick pants. “I’m yours,” he cries out. “But you’re fucking mine too!”
Grinning against his cheek, an overwhelming sense of pride washes over me. “You’re damn right I am, baby.”
“I’m close,” he gasps. “Boone, I’m so close. I’m gonna come again!”
“Me too.” Heat pools low in my spine, tingles spreading underneath the surface of my skin. My blood is on fire, and I can’t even think straight. I wrap an arm around the front of his throat, my other leaving his cock and coming to grip his hip in a bruising hold. “Stroke yourself. Let me feel this ass choke me as you come.”
Grady doesn’t need to be told twice. In no time at all, he’s spilling onto the bed, crying out through his release as his ass squeezes the hell out of my cock. My muscles tighten, my head light and fuzzy, and then I’m emptying my release deep inside of him, stars dancing behind my closed eyelids as I bite out a string of incoherent words.
We’re both panting and out of breath by the time I pull out of him, the room entirely too hot. Grady quickly grabs a tissue,cleaning up the bed as best as he can before tossing it into the trash. He takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. We step under the stream, letting the water cascade down our bodies as we hold each other. This moment feels deeper than even the sex. It feels more intimate.
Grady takes his time washing my body before we switch and I clean him. It’s tender and sweet, and it’s making my throat ache. I want to be able to do this with him all the time. I don’t want this to be a one-night lapse in control. I don’t know how, but I need to figure out a way to make this work. It feels too good to let it go.
He feels too good.Wefeel too good.Too right.
38
Grady Wilde
Last night was…incredible. After we got out of the shower, we ordered food, ate it in our underwear while we talked and laughed, and then we got each other off one more time before we passed out in each other’s arms. I’ve been awake for the last half an hour, replaying every single moment while I wait for Boone to wake up. I don’t know what comes after this, but I do know we have to talk more seriously once he’s awake.
My mind is a mess. On the one hand, I’m on cloud nine. The way Boone said I was his…it was possessive and growly and so fucking hot. But on the other hand, there’s still the issue of my sister. I can’t stand the thought of her being hurt because of me. Haven’t I done enough damage? Shouldn’t I be able to move on and find somebody who isn’t connected to her?
I huff to myself, because yeah, wouldn’t that be easy.
Currently, I’m lying on my side with Boone’s hard body plastered to my back. His leg is wrapped around my body and he’s got his arm draped across my middle. Hot breath fans the back of my neck. I’m sweating, the blankets pushed completelyoff of me. As delicately as I can, I slip out from his hold and roll off the bed, heading into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. By the time I’m finished and head back into the room, Boone is awake, scrolling on his phone.
“Morning,” he mumbles as soon as he sees me.
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
A sleepy grin slides onto his face. “Great. You?”
“Me too.” Reaching into my duffle, I pull out a pair of boxers and a shirt, tugging them both on. “Want to go get breakfast? I think there’s a café down the road.”
Boone scrubs a hand over his face before he nods and jumps out of bed. One look at his naked, cut body has me wanting to abandon our breakfast plans and climb back into bed with him, but I know we have a lot to talk about, and if we stay here, we won’t get much talking done.
Not more than twenty minutes later, we’re being sat in the café. It’s cute in here, and not very busy which is nice. The hostess brings us each a coffee and an ice water, letting us know our server will be by shortly.
“Everything on this menu looks delicious,” I mutter as my eyes peruse all the items listed. “What do you think you’ll get?”
“Probably the meat and veggie scramble.”
My gaze lifts from the menu to him. “Well, that’s boring.”
He chuckles. “How is that boring?”
