Page 14 of The Wayward Sons & the Seattle Sirens

“Sit for me, handsome,” she ordered when we entered the private room. I listened, settling quickly in the only leather armchair. “Such a good boy, Gray. You listen so well.”

I fucking loved listening to her. If she said jump, I’d ask her how high.

Her hands slipped behind her back, and I watched in complete awe as she undid the barely there top she wore. Strips of fabric dropped to the ground, leaving me with a view of the most perfect tits I’d ever fucking seen.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Gray?” Journey asked. As she slid onto my lap, I palmed her thighs, reveling in her softness and warmth. Her hips rolled forward, grinding against my dick. I moaned, biting my lip as I damn near came right there.

“I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” I told her and meant every word.

“I’m supposed to make you wait,” she whispered. Her teeth scraped against my ear, making me groan. My fingers dug tighter into her hips, pulling her tighter against me.

“Fuck, there’s so many clothes between us, baby,” I muttered. I wanted her.

I wanted all of her so badly that I was fucking delirious. She consumed me. The feel of her body against mine, that exotic perfume of hers, the little sounds she made. I couldn’t get enough.

“You’ll be a good boy for me and keep our secret, won’t you, Gray?” Leaning back, she hit me with the full force of her sexy pout. Her hands skimmed down my torso until she reached my pants.

“I’ll do whatever the hell you want me to, baby,” I said. I would. I really fucking would. If she wanted me to kill a man, I’d rip him apart in a heartbeat.

Journey could have whatever the hell she wanted.

“Kiss me, Gray. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged. My fingers curled around the back of her neck. I dragged her closer, taking that sinful mouth of hers with mine. I ate up the sigh she let out and took the chance to stroke my tongue against hers.

Fuck me, did she taste sweet. She was goddamn candy-wrapped up in a gorgeous little body. Her kiss touched my goddamn soul. I felt it with every nerve in my body—everything firing all at once and ruining me instantly.

My lips drifted across her jaw and down her neck. Her head tilted back, exposing her fluttering pulse. I licked and sucked the spot, leaving my mark. I’d be damned if anyone else had her.

When her hand wrapped around my dick, I saw stars. I hadn’t even come yet, and the woman had my world upside down.

“Fuck,” I rasped, “I want you, baby.”

“Next time,” Journey promised. Her hand skated up and down my length rapidly. My breath hitched in my throat as the heat and pressure in my spine multiplied tenfold. “You’ll come back and see me, won’t you, Gray?”

“Every fuckin’ night, baby,” I promised. My teeth sunk into her delicate shoulder as I attempted to ground myself. I held on for dear fucking life.

“Tell me you’re mine, honey. Tell me you belong to me, Gray. Tell me you’ll always come back to me.”

“It’s just you and me, baby,” I said. “Always and forever. Just you and me.”

My reward was those sweet lips claiming mine. It was the last thing I needed to push me over the edge. I came in her hand, the room pitching sideways with the intensity. I lost sight of everything and didn’t care because I still had Journey.

CHAPTER 11

Gray never came home, and I was about to lose my fucking mind. I paced that tiny motel room like a caged animal. Every hour ticked by at a torturous rate while I waited for some kind of something from him. Anything. A call, a text, his handsome ass walking through the door. I would’ve taken any of it.

I waited until precisely five in the morning before I went running. I didn’t give a fuck who saw me—not if something happened to Gray. I’d burn the fucking world down if something happened to him.

The run was horrible for my anxiety. My thoughts were rampant with all the things that could’ve gone wrong. And the actual anger I felt when I found him passed out in the car was intense. It gave way quickly to relief. The front seat was reclined, and he used his leather jacket like a blanket. In true Gray fashion, his mouth hung open and his chin tucked to his shoulder.

At least my idiot had passed out in the fucking car instead of something bad happening to him.

That thought made me falter.

He was just passed out, right?

I banged on the driver’s side window for good measure. Gray flew upright in a fit, battling his jacket as he went for his knife. I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so worried about him.

“What the fuck?” he snapped and stumbled out of the car. He threw his jacket on the ground as he glared at me. “What the fuck are you doin’, baby?”

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