Lashing out, he grabs her by the hips. He doesn’t even clear his desk as he plants her on it. And then his lips are on hers.
And shemeltsinto him. As if her body were made for his, as if even on a molecular level they were meant for each other.
Fate.
Sunday is his fate, no matter how much he has attempted to deny it.
No matter how much he lies to himself.
Keeps her at arm’s length.
She ishis.
And he’stiredof pretending she isn’t.
Her soft lips drift apart, and he swipes his tongue inside, invading her.
She is so pliable, so receptive, so obviously made for him.
Eventually, he pulls back and stares into her eyes. “You can stop this, you know that, don’t you baby girl?”
Her curls cover half her face, and he reaches out, tucking them behind her ears. Her bright eyes find his.
He isn’t sure what he expects to find swirling in their depths, but it isn’tannoyance.
“Oh no you fucking don’t! You call me baby girl, but I am a grown fucking adult, Grayson!” She puffs her cheeks.
He doesn’t argue, doesn’t advise how she is the most precious piece of his life. How she ishisto protect and keep safe.
She lunges forward, wraps her hands around his neck, drawing him closer to her. “I’m tired of you running, Grayson.” She pants, attempting to catch her breath. “I’m tired of playing this game with you.” Her fingers find his shirt, digging into the material. “I keep thinking you don’t want this, don’t want me–” She rolls her lips between her teeth, her eyes flashing in concern.
He goes to cut her off, to assure her that is not the case, but she glares him into silence.
“Just shut up and listen to me. What happened to Darius and me was fucking tragic, but we’re going to be okay. This whole town is going to be okay and I would do it over and over again if it meant ending up here. If it meant saving all of those that had been taken captive. If it meant breaking a cycle of abuse and death.” Sunday is nearly yelling at him, but his body doesn’t understand that.
His cock is becoming more and more uncomfortable against the zipper of his jeans as she continues.
“And do I think dating three brothers is a good idea? After being with their fourth brother whodied?” Her voice cracks around the word. “Do I think that this is going to be easy?” She exhales, her nostrils flare. “No, I fucking don’t. But Axel assures me you all agreed to this, that you all know what you’re getting yourselves into. And maybe in the beginning I didn’t believe him. Or maybe I just wasn’t able to think about the future. I was so caught up in the past. So caught up in hunting down my brother and Tripp’s killers. But we’re done. We’re finally done!”
“Sunday–” Grayson wants to reassure her. To stomp down any of her remaining worries, but she treks onward.
“And I’m not leaving here until you prove to me you actually care about me. Until I wasn’t just some mistake. Some means to an end. That you weren’t just keeping me safe for the sake of the stupid loops. That I’m…that whatever is between us is just as real for you as it is for me.” Sunday’s voice wisps off at the end.
All of her steam and anger suffuses into the air and Grayson’s heart aches for her. He cups her face in his hands. “Is that truly what you think? Sunday, oh my sweet baby girl.” He pushes forward, capturing her lips with his again, rubbing his cock into the thin material of her shorts.
He wants to take her. Here and now. But he won’t push her. Just as he hasn’t. He’s treading at her speed, no matter how fast or slow that takes them.
Releasing her soft lips he offers her a gentle smile. “Of course I care about you. But I’m not going to sway you. Not going to take things further than we should, we have all the time in the world.” He separates from her, attempting to ignore the frown that slaps itself on her face.
He turns to find the truck keys.
“I finally get it,” Sunday whispers. “You’re scared.”
Grayson flinches, but he doesn’t acknowledge her words.
“I remember when you choked me, I remember when I took your dick in my throat, you lost control. You don’t trust yourself around me,” Sunday continues.
Grayson doesn’t look back at her. He focuses on finding the truck keys. They can go home and join Darius and Axel.
