Page 89 of Filthy Secret
“Let’s go to bed, legs.”
I don’t argue.
Grover quietly closes the bedroom door behind him, wrapping his hand around mine as he turns toward the primary bedroom. His grasp is tight as he guides me down the hall.
He takes a step inside, and I close the door behind me, pushing the lock button. Grover releases his grasp on my hand and turns to face me, taking a few steps backward. His eyes find mine, and he holds my gaze, jerking his chin up slightly.
“What do you want, Ryan?”
It sounds like a trick question. Except I know the answer to it. “You, Grover.”
His entire body jolts. I watch it, almost as if he completely comes off the ground. His eyes sparkle, his nostrils flare and his lips turn up. The skin at the sides of his eyes crinkle. He watches me. He looks like he’s about to pounce.
“There it is,” he murmurs.
“What?” I ask on a whisper.
I can’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know if I ever will again, He looks beautiful, just like he always has. I don’t understand how men grow sexier with age, but this one certainly has. As if he knows that I’m ogling him, he gives me a sexy wink.
“Me?” he asks. “For an hour, a day, a year?”
“A lifetime.”
His eyes scan down my body, then slowly slide back up. I feel as if he’s touching every inch of me when he does this. My breath hitches, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I wait for him to issue whatever his next demand is.
And whatever it is, I plan on doing it.
“Beg me, legs.”
He knows that I’ve always been far too proud to ever beg for anything. Maybe it’s because when I was little, I was forced to beg for everything. I’m not sure, but if that’s what he wants, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.
Sinking down to my knees, I lean over and place my palms on the carpeted floor. On all fours, I slowly crawl toward him. I watch as his eyes widen and his nostrils flare. Stopping in front of him, I sit back on my calves and tilt my head to look up at him.
“Please, Grover.”
His tongue peeks out for just a moment as he wets his bottom lip, and then he brings it back inside of his mouth.
“Please what?” he asks.
“I want you for a lifetime.”
We stare at one another for a moment, and then I reach up and begin to unbuckle his pants, unzipping them before I guide them down his legs. I sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip. My eyes are focused on his, unable to look away from his gaze.
Grover lifts his hand, cupping my cheek for a moment before he slides his fingers through the hair at the side of my head, then around to the back, gripping the strands there as his gaze searches mine.
“You have me, legs. For fucking ever.”
He grips my hair tighter and sinks down to his knees in front of me. Then he lifts his other hand, grasping my cheek as he leans forward. His mouth slams against mine, and he kisses me hard. It’s owning and perfect in every way.
My whole body jerks, goose bumps break out over all of my flesh, and tingles slide down my spine. When he lifts his face from mine, he doesn’t shift back from me. Instead, he stays close, so close that I can smell him.
“Grover,” I exhale.
I wrap my fingers around his length and gently stroke him. He grunts, thrusting his hips forward. His fingers in my hair tighten as he looks down at me. He breathes heavily, and I welcome his exhales washing across my face.
“Legs,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
“Grover,” I breathe.