Page 94 of Only for Love

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Emma

“Well. Now that that’s settled…” I shut Ryan’s door behind us, but my frustration level is sky-high, choking all my rationality. I should go back and shake my brother. At least that would help me get out all my pent-up aggravation. “God. He’s being a jerk.”

Grayson’s arms wraps around me as we head down the hall. “Let it go.”

Cally tugs at the hem of my shorts. “Yur mad at Unc Ry-ry?”

I take another not-very-helpful calming breath. “No, honey.”

“Cally-bug bear! Where are you?” Cherry calls from downstairs.

Cally scoots from my arms and hovers at the top of the stairs then turns with her cute face begging for permission.

I nod. “Careful.”

She drops to her bottom and half scoots, half clings to the railing as she takes the stairs slowly. We stand, watching her, and when she gets to the last step, Cherry whooshes in, scooping Cally in a fit of giggles, and runs off. If there’s one thing that my sister does well, it’s acting like a fun aunt.

Grayson’s arm grabs me tighter, and I’m suddenly aware that we’re in a full house but very alone at the moment. My senses tingle. He leans over and pushes me against the wall. “Don’t say a word.”

My mouth hinges open, but I obey. His body shifts as he reaches for my old room’s door handle. His hot breath burns against my neck, and the knob twists open. Its click echoes in my ears.

“Stay quiet, pretty mama.”

Holy tummy flips. I mouth “trying” while he drags his teeth down my neck. Other than the sound of my needy gasps, we silently slip into the dark room. The lights are off, but the blinds aren’t completely shut. Shadows and traces of light are cast across the room, and it feels like a secret enclave.

My eyes shut as his mouth finds mine, his tongue lashing sweet velvet perfection, and all I can do is moan.

He breaks harshly. “Promised you five minutes.”

My aggravation melts away, my body hums for his touch, and in between my legs, I’m aching. There’s no time for “Should we? Shouldn’t we?” Cally’s gone with my sister. My mom’s finishing the cake, and Dad is manning the grill. I don’t give a hoot about Ryan at this point. Thank God I’m on the pill because I would die to get Grayson’s hands under my clothes.

Judging by the rough way he’s pulling at my shirt and the button on my shorts, we’re on the same page. His mouth attacks my neck, and his hands slide down the back of my shorts, slipping under my panties, and he grabs my cheeks in a way that almost hurts and almost makes me orgasm on the spot. I fumble for his belt, purposefully leaning against the erection bulging in his pants. This is totally forbidden. Crazy hot. I’m craving him in me more than I want to breathe.

I shimmy down my loosened shorts, tangling in my underwear as I pull loose his belt and pants. His hands abandon me long enough that he frees himself. My mind stills for that split-second as I take him in. Grayson Ford is masculine perfection. His body, his mouth, the size and girth of him, and that focus on his face when he’s hungry for me—it’s absolutely impossible to avoid falling in love with him all over again.

He walks backward toward my bed and sits, pulling me on top of him as though I weigh nothing. Our eyes lock, and this is different. This is him taking something fast and hormone-driven and making it beautiful, making it all about me.

“You’re in charge, baby.”

The control over what I want and what I can give is an aphrodisiac. I move my sex over him, teasing myself. God. My pulse jumps, and my heart clamors. This is power, and he’s giving it to me. Crazy, how incapable I’ve felt, as if I were drowning. But now, a thousand realizations click into place, the most important one being that I can do anything I want—with or without permission.

“You’ve always been wild,” he breathes.

“Only for you.” On stage, everything’s an act. It looks out of control, but it’s scripted and choreographed. Taking him like this, that’s wild.

My breath catches as I settle against the crown of his blunt head. I’m aroused, and my body’s ready. I press against him, and my mind stills. His shaft is thick, and Grayson groans as my jaw drops. I’m consumed from the inside out. The fullness is overwhelming, and our passion chokes me. God. This was supposed to be a fast fuck, but it’s always more with us.

“Christ.” He gives a low growl through gritted teeth. My arms latch around his strong neck, and his grip digs into my hips. He shifts, holding me down as he surges up. “Baby…”

“I…” I’m panting, gasping. “I love this.”

“Your turn.” His voice is soft, but it’s firm. “Ride me.”

Heat hits my cheeks. I want to be embarrassed. It’s vulgar and direct. I’m embarrassingly inexperienced, but I don’t care. I love how he makes me feel, how he empowers what I want. This is about me, and even if I fumble my way, I don’t think he’ll care.

Grayson’s teeth nip at my earlobe. “Take what you need, pretty mama.”

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