Page 47 of Love Me Back
“Grayson.” It came out as a whisper. Slow and quiet. But it built with each flick of my clit.
“Grayson!” I moaned, louder this time.
“Use me, Jessie. Take it all. Play with your tits, baby. Pinch your nipples. Show me what you like.”
I was powerless to deny him what he wanted. When I looked down, his eyes were dark and filled with desire. My hands covered my breasts. I pulled at my nipples as he watched me. His thumb circled my clit as I rocked. Our eyes locked together when it hit me. “GRAYSON!”
“Fuck, Jessie!
He grabbed my hips and lifted me up and down along his shaft while my body trembled in ecstasy. Faster and faster, I moved, my body no longer my own as he used me for his pleasure, the way he demanded I use him.
He pulled me down against his pelvis, and I felt him thicken and pulse inside me. I watched his face as he came, and if I didn’t know any better, I would think he was in pain.
I didn’t move. My hands roamed over him as I memorized every muscle, ridge, and tattoo. I wanted this momentimprinted on my brain forever.
His eyes opened, and I smiled at him. He didn’t smile back; instead, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down to meet his lips. His kiss was brutal, but sensual. Demanding and carnal. Everything I couldn’t say out loud, he said with that kiss. And my heart sank knowing I couldn’t stay.
I pulled back, but he didn’t let me go. He held me close. His dick was still inside me. His eyes roamed over my face as if he were reading me like a poem. I saw everything in that look. His wants, his needs, his desires, his love.
Then I saw his sadness. His loneliness. It all came crashing down in an instant, and I wondered what he saw in my eyes that crushed him.
“Stay with me tonight, Jessie. Sleep in my arms.” His words cut through me. It was like he knew. I didn’t answer him. I lay beside him and pulled the blankets over us after he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash beside the bed.
Sleep eluded me. I would never forget the way his face changed. The moment he realized nothing had changed. I still wouldn’t surrender to him. I couldn’t.
I loved him too much to put his life at risk.
Chapter Eighteen
Grayson
I wasn’t surprised when I woke up alone. If I was honest, I wasn’t even surprised when I reached the kitchen and she wasn’t there. I’d known last night that the minute I let her go, she would run. She would avoid me.
“Jessie on her walk?” I asked Addie as I rolled up to the table. Addie made breakfast every morning. I’d tried to help over the years, but she insisted she enjoyed it and wanted full control.
So I gave it to her.
“She left.”
My head whipped around to my sister, who stood at the stove. The stiffness in her back told me she was pissed. The question was, who was she pissed at?
“What do you mean, left?”
Addie slammed the spatula on the counter, spun around, and glared at me. “She packed a bag and left.”
I stared at Addie. I heard the words, but they didn’t make sense. Why would she leave? I pulled my phone out and called Ryder.
“Morning, Grayson.” He sounded exhausted. They had a new baby at home, and the last thing they needed was their phone ringing early in the morning.
“Is she there?”
“Yeah, she’s here.”
My body had been wrapped tighter than a lariat, but once I heard those three words, my muscles relaxed, and the tension left my body.
“Is she coming back?”
Ryder chuckled. “Oh, she’s coming back, even if Ellie has tohogtie her and drop her on your front porch.”
