Chapter 27
Grayson
“Brace yourself, Sunshine,” I warned, barely holding onto my fucking sanity here. The image of her bent over, my aching cock between her cheeks, her soaking wet cunt waiting to be filled, was about to send me over the edge and I hadn’t even been inside of her yet.
Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed, her face flushed with pleasure. Her curls were wild—untamed from my fingers being in them. Her skin was flawless, light brown freckles scattered across her spine. Her ass was carved by the fucking gods, her thighs delicious and thick, and the rolls on her back made me want to take my time with her. Explore her. Treasure her. But there wasn’t time for that now.
I needed to fuck her.
I needed to fill her up.
“You want to be filled?” I taunted, putting my hand on the back of her neck as I pulled my hips back, lining the swollen head of my dick against her sleek entrance.
“By you,” she rasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Only by you.”
Right fucking answer.
I snapped my hips, thrusting all the way inside her in one go.
Christ.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her warmth wrapped around every single inch of me, soaking and squeezing.
Once my balls were against her pretty little clit, I let out a strangled breath as she cried out my name. My hands found her hips, gripping her softness as I pulled out, watching as I went. My cock was glistening, throbbing to be back inside her.
“Grayson,” she pleaded, gasping as her thighs shook.
Fuck, but she needed it too. A dark chuckle came from me then. “I know, baby. I know.”
“It’s—you’re so big,” she stammered, looking back to me, her blue eyes dilated, lips parted.
“And you can take it,” I returned, slamming back into her again. Her back bowed as she threw her head back, her curls bouncing. Then, I started to fuck.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I praised her roughly, setting a steady pace.
My eyes dropped to where we were connected, her ass bouncing against me with every thrust, the sound of our skin slapping together filling her cute bedroom. My hands gripped her hips, the red and white snake on either side painting a picture I’d never fucking forget. This was it. She would be my beginning, the one I’d been searching for.
She whimpered and panted, gripping the sheets as I brought her pussy back onto my length over and over again.
A wicked grin spread across my face, a drop of sweat trickling down the length of my scar. “That’s my good fucking girl, taking every inch of my cock.”
A desperate sound came from her then, and she started bouncing back against me. “Look at you, baby. So fucking needy —hungry. This little pussy was starving for me, wasn’t she?”
“Yes,” she breathed, moaning again as I let out a growl, watching her body take me.
“Wish you could see this, Sunshine. See how well your little hole is swallowing all of me,” I grunted, smacking her ass. Her fair skin instantly reddened, only motivating me more.
She buried her face into the mattress, screaming for me as my head fell back. Fuck. Fuck , her cunt felt so good. No one else could ever compare. I’d fucked women, but never like this—never bare. Carrie got me bare. She would always get me bare.
“Your fucking cunt was made for me— you were made for me ,” I growled, hitting her ass again. “Been trying to wait, trying to be a good man for you, but you fucking drive me insane.”
Carrie turned her head, looking back at me now. Her eyes were filled with something that made my gut twist, something raw. “I needed you,” she confessed, her voice raspy.
My hips moved faster now, my pants sliding down further. I was still fully clothed, not having the time or patience to get undressed. I needed her too. She would never understand how much.
“Goddamn, baby,” I groaned, bending over her body. I gripped her jaw in my hand, tilting her back to me as I put my forehead against hers, our lower bodies joining together at a ruthless pace. “This is my pussy now, you hear me?”
“Yes,” she rasped, her voice shaking.
“So fucking sweet,” I growled, pulling out.
Thrust.
“So fucking wet.” Out.
Thrust.
“So fucking tight.” Out.
Thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes! Grayson! God!” she screamed.
Her breasts were swaying now, bouncing from the force of my fucking.
I loved it.
I loved the way her body moved for me, the way she moaned for me, cried out for me, the way her pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me.
I loved her.
“Keep looking at me,” I ordered, my free hand snaking between her legs and finding her swollen, wet clit.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as she jerked at the contact. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned as my fingers stroked her. Yeah, she was about to explode, and I needed to see her when she did.
“Give me those baby blues, Carrie.”
She did as she was told, trying her best to hold my gaze as she started to spasm around me. “You hold my eyes when you come all over my cock, you understand me?” I growled; my jaw tight.
“Yes!”
“You going to give me that?” I clipped, brushing my lips against hers. “You going to milk me so I can finally fill the pussy I’ve been dreaming about? Pump you full of my seed?”
“Please,” she begged, holding my eyes as we breathed into each other, panting and grunting.
“Is my good girl going to take it all? Every last drop? Hm?”
She nodded. “Yes, yes. P-please!”
I moved my fingers over her clit faster, harder, my hips following suit. “Come on my damn cock, Sunshine.”
She pulled away from me, facing forward as she fell back down, her back arching deep as she cried out my name. Her cunt fluttered around me and I surged back, standing at my full height, fucking her violently through her climax. One rolled into the next, pleasure consuming her logic. Over and over, she came on my cock, making a mess, her walls gripping me. I was addicted.
Watching my sunshine come was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
She begged me to stop. “Grayson,” she pleaded, her voice horse. “Grayson, I can’t. ”
My balls drew up, white-hot pleasure building at the base of my spine.
I clicked my tongue. “You either give me one more, or I’m going to take it,” I growled, pulling out slowly and slamming back in again. “You going to give me one more, baby? Hm?”
She shook her head. “Take it! Fucking take it!” she screamed.
With a growl, I shoved her head into the mattress, slamming my hips into her relentlessly until her cunt spasmed around me again. “That’s it,” I grunted. “Come on your cock, Carrie. That’s all yours.”
“Grayson!”
I released her head, covered her body and snaked one arm around her to pull her against me. My lips found her ear. “I’m all yours,” I whispered.
Then, I was gone, growling her name into her ear as I pumped into her two more times, filling her with me, marking her.
Carrie Hale belonged to me now.
There was no turning back.
Then again, it was never an option in the first place.
“Grayson?”
I looked down to my lap to her head, facing the TV. We’d been down here for the last few hours. After I spilled inside her, we stayed connected, her back against my chest for some time. Eventually, I pulled out and carried her to the bathroom. There, I ran her a bath and set her in the warm water, watching her, afraid to look away. I didn’t want to miss a moment. I washed her. I caressed her. I kissed her.
I loved her.
Then, eventually, we made our way downstairs and turned on her favorite movie. We didn’t speak, but we stayed close, and there was beauty in that, our comfortable, satisfied silence.
I continued stroking her back. “Yeah, baby?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, lifting her head to look at me. “I’m sorry for not telling you about the notes.”
My jaw tightened, my hand stilling. I couldn’t tell her it was okay, because it wasn’t, but I forgave her.
“It was stupid,” she added.
“I forgive you,” I told her, my thoughts drifting to the stack of notes upstairs. I needed to get to work on it. I needed to send them to Doss and see if he could recognize a pattern of behavior in the writer’s words.
“I—uhm—I also need to tell you about the woman,” she confessed, breaking my train of thought.
“The woman?” My shoulder’s straightened as my brows came together.
Carrie sat up, curled her legs, and remained facing me. She was wearing one of my shirts, a gray cotton T, her bare legs covered by her fuzzy strawberry blanket. She leaned against the back cushion, chewing on the inside of her lip.
Muttering a curse, I reached for the remote, clicked the TV off, and angled my body to face her, throwing my arm on the back of the couch. “Carrie, what are talking about?” I pressed, frustration growing in my chest.
She looked away from me. “A woman has been watching me,” she said.
A chill ran down my spine. “How long?”
Carrie looked at me. “I’d only been in town for about a week, and Margo caught this woman at Rossy’s glaring at me. She wouldn’t stop staring, even when Margo tried to intervene. When Rossy finally did, he told her she had to leave. She left, but not before calling me a bitch as she went out the door,” she explained.
Rossy.
“Does Rossy know her?” I asked, thinking it could’ve been someone from his past.
She shook her head. “Margo and Rossy had never seen her there before.”
“Was this before or after you got that first letter?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
“She showed up the next week,” Carrie whispered.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“I didn’t recognize her, and by the time I’d made it out here, I didn’t think anyone would have followed me,” she added, shame lacing her voice. “Then last week, I saw her. She didn’t pay any attention to me, and I brushed it off. I convinced myself she was just a local, but I needed you to know.” A soft, pitiful laugh filled my ears, and when I looked back up at her, she was shaking her head. “I’m so stupid, aren’t I?”
“No,” I assured her firmly. “You are anything but stupid. Your father was in prison, and Robert—”
“—was already dead,” she finished for me. She brushed her curls back and looked to the orange fuzz ball curled up on the other end of the couch. “My father was—is a bad man. I know that, but Robert…I know nothing about him.” Her eyes met mine, glimmering with worry. “Did you—have you…” She trailed off.
“During the initial background check, Red Snake found nothing,” I said, my voice cold now. “However, over the last few weeks, I’ve had a feeling we’ve missed something.” I reached up and scratched my beard, focusing on the kitchen now. I needed to get to work.
“What do you mean?”
“On paper, Robert Hale is solid. He made good investments, had a fairly normal childhood, and served his community,” I explained, my eyes meeting hers. “But you and I both know he wasn’t a good man. What’s on paper could be a lie and in my experience, Sunshine, bad men will do anything to change the narrative.”
“So we need to focus on him and not my father?”
“ We aren’t going to do anything,” I corrected her. The last thing I needed was for her to put herself in danger. “You are going to continue going to work, taking care of Monty, and letting me do what I need to do.”
She shook her head. “I—who is Monty?”
I jerked my chin to the cat.
Her eyes bounce back and forth between Monty and I. “Absolutely not.”
“Carrie, we’re not arguing about the cat right now. You’ve just told me you might have a fucking stalker. We have bigger things to worry about,” I scolded.
She folded her arms over her chest, her breasts rising higher underneath my shirt. My cock twitched, but I needed to ignore it—for right now. “Tic-Tac is my kitty,” she shot back.
“Carrie.”
“No, you aren’t—”
My arm shot out and I grabbed her jaw before I yanked her to me. I bared my teeth, peering down at her as I growled, “You are in danger . Shut up about the damn cat.”
She opened her mouth to spout off some more bullshit, but I shifted my hand, my fingers squeezing her soft cheeks, making her lips pop out. I got close, fury igniting inside me. “I take care of you. I protect you. I’m trained in this, Carrie. You are not. Not saying you can’t handle yourself. You and I both know you’re one of the strongest people I know, and I respect the hell out of you for that, but baby? Even strong warriors need protection, and that’s what I’m here to do.”
I leaned back and dropped my hand, rising from the couch in search of my phone. I needed to get to work. There was a huge possibility the woman following Carrie was the author of the death threats, but there was also the small possibility we might be dealing with two different issues.
That worried me. Carrie’s father had a lot of fucking enemies, and Robert Hale was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. That meant he had enemies too.
“I don’t need you to protect me,” she said to my back, her voice hard. “That’s not why I want you here.”
“Not having this discussion with you again,” I told her, heading into the kitchen.
“I know I’ve made some mistakes in the past, but I can help you with this. I remember the people my father used to surround himself with, Robert’s old friends. I can help. We can work together. Just let me.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell that was happening. The thought of something happening to her nearly sent me off the deep end. I’d almost lost her already. There was no telling what Leo would’ve done to her when he was finished. I wasn’t there to protect her, and I was ready to spent the rest of my life making sure nothing would ever touch her again.
I looked back to her, jaw tight.
“I don’t want to be a burden to you, Grayson,” she whispered, standing up, the blanket falling down to reveal her legs.
A burden?
How did she not get it?
“Let me clue you in, Sunshine,” I began, turning to face her fully. I put a finger to my chest. “I protect the people I love. They don’t protect themselves. I do. ”
She reared back, eyes wide as my words hit her.
My arm fell as I cocked my head to the side. “Isn’t it obvious, Carrie?” I continued, my voice rising as I raised both my arms out wide. “You told me to catch you when you fall, but Sunshine, I fell a long time ago. I told you I caught you, but clearly, you don’t think I have. Apparently, I’m still at the bottom waiting for you to make the fucking jump.”
“That’s not—”
My chest ached, like a dam had been opened, letting out emotions I’d never felt before. Then again, everything I felt for Carrie was foreign. It scared the shit out of me, and I thought she got it. She didn’t.
“What do you think this is?” I asked, cutting her off. I gestured to her body. “My fucking cum is inside you right now. No one— no other woman on this fucking planet —has ever fucking had that— me . Don’t you fucking get it? You’re it for me.” I leaned forward, my heart thundering in my ears. “Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to fall for my damn mark? You were supposed to be a job. Do you know how crazy I felt when I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head?”
Tears were shining in her eyes now, starting to fall down her cheeks. I couldn’t bear the sight of them. “Fuck, even your tears have power over me,” I murmured, shaking my head. I ran a hand through my hair as my chest heaved. She opened her mouth but shut it again as the sound of my cell ringing echoed through the house, coming from our bedroom.
I swallowed. When I spoke again, my voice was calmer. “Finish the movie, baby. I have work to do.”