Page 20 of Giving Grace

Giving in, I look up at him, letting myself drown in his deep, dark gaze, a moment before he stokes his fingers inside me. “Jesus Christ,” The curse rumbles through his chest on a groan. “You feel so good…” Gaze still pinned to mine, Ryan withdraws his fingers, almost to the tip, before pumping them back in, the force of it pulling his name out of my mouth on a soft moan. Has me reaching past him to grip the headboard over his shoulder. Locking my elbow to brace myself against the hard, fast fuck of his fingers.

“Ryan…” I gasp his name again, raising and tilting my hips. Shamelessly begging for more while his fingers pump and thrust inside my pussy. “I need—”

“Rub your clit for me, Grace,” he says, his voice low and uneven, growling his approval when I push my hand between my legs to slick my fingertips over my swollen clit.

“Ohmygod…” I start to shake, every hard, deep thrust of his fingers jolting my fingertips against my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m—”

The rest of it gets lost as his mouth crashes into mine, his tongue licking and teasing past my parted lips to tangle itself with mine.

I come hard, moaning his name, the sound of it getting lost in his mouth, his hand pressed against the small of my back, holding me against him while he fucks me through my orgasm. My pussy clenching and gripping around his fingers until I’m dizzy and spent, my face buried in his neck, eyes squeezed shut while I wait for the room to stop spinning. Finally, conscious enough to form words, I lift my head to find him watching me, his dark, heavy-lidded gaze finding mine as soon as I open my eyes. Pulling his fingers slowly from my pussy, I watch as he lifts them to his mouth to push them past partially parted lips to suck them clean. The second my taste hits his tongue, his cock gives a hard jerk inside his track pants and I give him a smile and sit up, shifting my hips back to press my still throbbing pussy against the rigid length of him.

“I guess it—”

That’s as far as I get before Ryan’s hands clamp around my upper arms to gently, but firmly, move me away from him.

“You don’t want to do that,” he tells me, his voice rough and uneven, letting me go to push himself across the mattress and away from me.

Uh, yeah I do.

Before I can say it out loud, Ryan is off the bed, and standing on the other side of it, as far away from me as he can get. “It’s late, he tells me—you should probably go.”

And again, without giving me enough time to formulate a response, he disappears into the bathroom to wait for me to leave.

Fourteen

Ryan

It’s okay, Ryan. We all have scars…

Grace’s voice echoes in my head, so loud and clear, it sounds like she’s here. Like she’s right next to me. Like she never left.

Eyes popped open, I turn my head on the pillow and look, expecting to see her, hoping that what happened last night was the dream and finding her next to me might be what’s real.

But the bed beside me is empty.

Because Grace did leave.

She left because I told her to.

Because when she touched me, I freaked out and the fact that she genuinely didn’t care about my performance issues just made shit worse.

Because I finally figured out what’s worse than having a dick that doesn’t work.

Having one that does.

Having a woman who sees you for exactly what you are but wants you anyway.

Makes you feel as perfect as she is.

And knowing she deserves better.

More than you can give her.

Fuck my life.

Swiping a rough hand over my face, I grit my teeth and start to move my legs, inching them toward the side of the bed. Breathing through the pain, I get myself into position, using the discreet handrail that someone was thoughtful enough to have installed into the headboard to lever myself up until I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress.

It takes me another five minutes to stand and another ten to get my crippled ass to the bathroom. Last night, I didn’t notice them but I do now. The non-skid texture of the floor. The same discreet handrails as in the bedroom. The low-profile toilet. The fact that the shower door is wide enough to accommodate a wheelchair.

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