Page 105 of Accepting Fate
I don’t even try to hide my perusal of his perfectly sculpted body. Reaching out, I run my finger down his abs and I can feel them tense as my finger gets closer to his waistband.
Grayson smacks my finger away. "Hands to yourself, Angel.”
I throw my head back on the bed and cross my arms, pouting.
Gray hovers over me and leans down, gently biting my ear. "What?” he says as his hand slowly makes its way down to my core.
Holy fucking shit, this man is going to be the death of me. I buck my hips up, hoping to get some friction against me to relieve the ache.
"Please, Bear.”
Gray runs his hands up and down my thigh, occasionally brushing his fingers against my sex. "What do you want, Angel?”
Suddenly, I realize we aren’t in the safety of our homes. "Gray, your brother is downstairs.”
He resumes his pattern on my legs, with each pass he presses his thumb harder against my clit. I let out a moan and immediately cover my mouth.
"He’s outside. Now tell me what you want. I plan on still going on that hike. If I have to carry you up, I will. So, tell me now or hold on tight.”
God damn this man. If my shorts weren’t soaked already, they are now. My voice comes out in a whisper. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”
"What? I couldn’t hear you,” he says while peppering kisses along my neck.
My eyes roll. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” I say louder.
He smirks at me like the damn asshole he is. "Good. But I know you can do better than that.”
Ugh, this man is infuriating.
"I want you fuck me so hard with your cock that I can’t walk without feeling you inside me for days.”
His eyes darken. "Good job, Angel,” he growls. "Your wish is my command.”
In a flash, he is off the bed and ripping my shorts down. Before I can even register what is happening, his pants are gone, he’s on top of me, and his cock is slamming into me. Hard.
A loud moan pours out of me. "Fuck, Gray!”
He slams into me again and I scream. He places his hand over my mouth. "Shh, pretty girl, you don’t want Noah to hear.”
Grayson continues to slam into me over and over. I can feel my climax building. I need to kiss him. I grab his face and he gives me what I need. His kiss is just as powerful as his damn hips. My legs are wrapped around his back, and I cling to him like a damn monkey, scratching my nails down his back as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
Gray kisses his way down my neck and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites it. That does it. I see stars and moan into his mouth. I can feel his dick swell as he jerks and spills inside me.
"Fuckk,” he groans and pulls out. He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.
We lay there for a few minutes, while Gray traces the lines of my tattoo on my arm.
I feel him reach over to the bedside table and grab a tissue. He takes his time cleaning me up and it's moments like this with him that I know I love him. One second he is fucking me so hard into the bed and the next he is soft and gentle, making sure I am taken care of.
He hops up suddenly. "We are supposed to be taking advantage of your day off. Not hiding away in a bedroom.”
I sit up. "Excuse me, sir. You were the one that just tossed me like a ragdoll and fucked me into oblivion.”
Grayson winks and taps the end of the bed, signaling me to come to the edge. Rolling my eyes, I do, and he reaches down to grab my shorts off the floor. I hold out my hand and he ignores me. Kneeling down, he helps me into them. From how I’m sitting he can’t get them up fully, so he grabs my waist and stands me up, pulling them up the rest of the way.
Balancing myself with my hands on his biceps, I remind him, "You know I can dress myself, weirdo.”
"Mhmm, but I want to. Sit down so I can put your shoes on.”