Page 56 of The Originals
She was halfway to the door when his hands gripped her hips, and he picked her up. With her feet dangling, she tried to kick her way out of his hold. It was useless. Grain outweighed her by at least one hundred and twenty pounds and had the strength to back it. He tossed her on the bed, and she scrambled to the other side, but he grabbed her leg, pulling her back. She flipped to her back and lifted her leg. One sharp kick and he’d be on his knees. Unfortunately, Grain was one step ahead of her. He wrapped his hand around her ankle and came over her body, pinning her against the bed. With her legs trapped, she could only rely on her arms, but Grain was quick, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head against the mattress.
She continued to thrash but didn’t get very far.
“Calm the fuck down.”
“Fuck you, Grain. And get the hell off me.” She glared. “I’m going back to Lawry.”
Grain scoffed. “You ain’t going anywhere.”
“I’ll fucking scream.”
Grain smirked. “You’re always screaming when we fuck. That ain’t gonna make a difference to anyone. Now, settle the fuck down so we can get onto the fucking.”
Regina ground her teeth, squinting. “Why don’t you go fuck Miss Tits-Out at the bar?”
Grain squared his jaw. “I didn’t fucking touch her or any other woman or whore here.”
Regina raised her brows. “Oh, just here?”
“Anywhere!” Grain growled. “There’s only one little fucking psycho who gets my dick hard.”
Regina rolled her eyes. Most women would have been offended by the comment. But Regina saw the compliment through the insult. This was their life together. Tumultuous, toxic at times, and never a dull moment. And neither one of them would have it any other way. For all their fighting, they loved each other.
Grain took advantage of her silence, seeing it for what it was. Finally, Regina was calming down. He leaned closer and lowered his voice to a graveled whisper. “And I’m the only asshole who gets you wet.”
Regina scoffed, playing it off. She wasn’t about to admit it during a fight, but she hadn’t looked at another man since getting together with Grain. And she had options. She’d been hit on daily at the bar. None of them compared to Grain. It took a special kind of man to handle Regina while knowing he could never tame her. That was Grain, accepting her for exactly who she was.
“Tell you what? I’ll be fair. If you’re not wet, I’ll let you leave.”
Fuck!
“I’m not wet!” It was a blatant lie. All their fights ended in makeup sex. It was the best kind.
The corner of his mouth spiked. Grain brought her wrists together, and before she could pull away, he clasped them together with one hand, leaving his other one free. His knuckles slid over her chest and caressed her stomach. He unbuckled her jeans and lowered the zipper.
“Grain,” she warned, but her low pant was impossible to hide when he dipped his hand down her pants.
He leaned forward, licking her neck. Grain wasn’t playing fair. He groaned as he slipped his finger inside her and whispered against her skin. “So fucking wet for me.”
Regina could have fought against it, but Grain’s pull on herwasmagnetic and virile. He was impossible to resist when it came to sex. And why bother trying when it felt so good? She’d go back to fighting with him later. For now, she just wanted him inside her.
She strained against his hold until he released her. It was then a frenzy of him finger fucking her and Regina tearing at his shirt. Passionate was an understatement when it came to their sex life. They were beyond connected since the day they’d met. He knew all her sweet spots, and she knew his. They were in sync and perfect for one another in the bedroom. In the shower. In the bathroom at several bars in town. The list was endless.
Grain slid another finger inside her, and she rode his hand hard, swiveling her hips. He ripped up her shirt and dropped his mouth to her nipple, suckling hard then tonguing the tight peak. Regina managed to pull off his shirt and lowered her hands, working on his belt buckle. But she needed to hurry. Grain was putting her over the edge. In another minute she’d be on the verge of an orgasm.
She dug her nails into his stomach and moaned. “If I come on your hand, you’re not coming inside me.”
Let that sink in, Grain.
Grain’s hand stilled, and he glared up from her breasts. She cocked her brow in a challenge. They were always fighting for dominance in the bedroom. Grain usually won, but he wasn’t above bowing out to get what he wanted. His heated gaze told her everything. As much as he was enjoying his power, he wanted to come too.
“So unless you trust my mouth on your cock” —she paused— “and considering our fight, that’s a risk, baby. You might wanna stop before I come.”
Grain shook his head, let out a deep chuckle, and slowly pulled out his fingers. “You’re a crazy fucking broad.”
Yes, I am.
Grain pushed off the bed. His pants dropped to the floor in two seconds flat. Regina hooked her thumbs through the waist of her jeans and tried to wiggle out of them, but Grain grew impatient and tore them down her legs.