Page 12 of The Wayward Sons & the Seattle Sirens

“I’m ready to fuckin’ explode, baby.”

“I’m not convinced, honey,” he replied. Fuck me. I had a love-hate relationship with the way he edged me. “Look at me, Gray.”

I did.

“Good boy,” he praised, and I fucking shuddered. I was a needy fucking mess wanting every little thing he gave me. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Please, baby,” my lips brushed against his, “you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy. I just want to come already.”

That arm around my waist tightened as he flipped me fast, pulling out in the process. As my head fell back on the pillow, his mouth wrapped around my dick.

“Oh, fuck me,” I rasped. He was relentless as he annihilated every ounce of control and restraint I had. His tongue, his fist, the vibrations of every moan. It was a cataclysmic combination that fucking ruined me. My heart galloped against my ribs and my breath stuck in my lungs as I came impossibly hard. He milked my dick for all it was worth until I was spent.

“Do you know how incredible you taste, Gray?” Ryder whispered against my skin as he licked and kissed his way up my body. I made an incomprehensible sound, making him chuckle. “Satisfied, honey?”

“Not until you come in me like you fuckin’ promised you would,” I said. “Fuck me, baby. Use me to make yourself come.”

“That’s my good boy. Always so eager to please,” he replied while making himself comfortable between my thighs. My legs wrapped around his hips as he slid back inside me, my body welcoming him all over again. He groaned against my mouth as he picked right up where he left off, thrusting into me with even strokes.

“Lose control for me, baby,” I urged.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, honey.” His forehead tipped against mine as he shifted his weight. His pace picked up, turning brutal as he let go and lost himself. My moans became his, his breath became mine, our sweat-slicked bodies slid against one another. The smell of his skin—that fancy-ass soap of his—consumed me, clouding my head. My dick never went down, and my body sparked with every thrust of his hips.

His fingers bruised my hip as he clung on for dear life, chasing that last bit of his release. I kissed every inch of his skin I could and licked my way up his neck. I felt how his body tensed and his movements grew frantic in those last moments. My legs tightened, dragging him closer. My muscles clenched around him in anticipation, and he lost it. Burying his cock deep inside me, he came with a guttural sexy sound.

“Jesus fuck,” Ryder let out, the words blending together. His body trembled over mine. I kissed his jaw, and my teeth scraped against his beard.

“I fuckin’ love you,” I told him softly and enjoyed the smile it pulled from him. He kissed me once, twice, three times.

“I love you too.”

CHAPTER 09

I’d been to enough strip clubs to know what they were like—weren’t my thing but I still got them. The Cove was anything but a fucking strip club.

First off, I’d never worked so hard to get into a goddamn strip club in my life. The first guy checked my license without a word. The second guy made me walk through a metal detector. The third checked in my fucking phone and keys. That’s right. They had a coat check for phones and keys. If something happened to my girl, I’d fucking tear the place apart from the inside out just because I could. Tact be damned.

All this took place in a black room with blue lighting and no sound. Weird as fuck. It was more than enough to set me on edge. I didn’t like losing touch with Ryder.

But The Cove? Fuck me, The Cove was a goddamn experience. The three-story building had been hollowed out in the middle, giving way to several roof-to-first-floor waterfalls that spilled into pools around several smaller dance stages. There were tables, couches, and chairs everywhere. The bar stretched one fucking wall with three bartenders while music played from somewhere.

From what I could see, the second floor was all private rooms—for dances I assumed. The third floor was closed off with one door in and one door out. Probably for the owner and staff to use.

Girls in itty-bitty clothing sauntered everywhere. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads with pretty faces and curvy bodies moved like perfect storms throughout the place. They smiled at everyone, touched shoulders, and whispered in their ears as they passed. Every fucking man in the place was completely enthralled with them.

The atmosphere was electric, vibrating along my skin. A comfortable haze fogged my head as I weaved through the crowd, taking my time to absorb everything. There was a sort of reverence—a respect— in the air that made no goddamn sense as it smelted over me. I’d walked into a strip club, but the guys around here treated it like we’d walked into a fancy fucking theatre. Whatever fucking worked.

The bar was surprisingly empty and seemed like a smart fucking place to put my feet up. Though the pull to find a girl and settle somewhere else was fucking strong. I shook my head and forced myself to focus.

Siren. Siren. Siren.

I was hunting a goddamn siren.

I refused to get distracted by tits… no matter how goddamn tempting they were. My gaze tracked a pretty redhead as she passed, giving me a million-dollar smile. Okay, I barely caught the smile. My eyes were stuck elsewhere.

“Fuck me,” I grumbled, scrubbing a hand over my face. I had to get it together. Jesus fuck. What was wrong with me?

“We don’t do that here,” the bartender said. And then she winked, which told me they did do that shit here. They just didn’t advertise it. No wonder this place was so fucking popular. “What can I get you?”

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