Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MARLEY
“Is everything okay?” The question slips past my lips the moment the door closes behind Griz and we’re alone in his room.
I could see the tension in him when he rejoined me after meeting with his brothers. I enjoyed talking with the other women. They’re hilarious, and some of the pranks Chelsea and Storm told me about, I couldn’t believe they did. Then again, if some woman was trying to screw with my man, I’d do the same thing. Well, I’d be a bit more ruthless. There might be some hair-pulling and the crushing of a nose.
“All good, sweets,” Griz says. The snick of the lock goes, and he steps toward me, arms coming around my waist. “But do gotta talk to you about something.”
“What’s that?”
I didn’t want to talk about anything, I wanted to do other things, things I’ve wanted to do with him. Honestly, I was still amped up from the orgasm he’d given me earlier. I wanted to ease the need inside him, I knew he was still dealing with. I saw the thickness of his cock behind his jeans. My mouth watered to have him fuck my mouth like he did the first night. In between everything, when he’d driven me wide with his mouth, I’d done the same to him. The only difference had been when he was done playing, he stopped playing around and got down to it.
“While in the meeting with my brothers, when everyone else left the room, Shiner and Blow stayed behind with me while I made a phone call.”
That sounds ominous.
“Okay,” I say, my voice trailing the word, unsure of who he called, but my stomach tightens at the possibility of who it was.
“Sniper had your dad’s number and gave it to me. I called him, and he’s on his way here.”
I stare at Griz for a long moment, just staring.
“I’m sorry, did you just say you called my dad? Without me, I might add, and he’s on the way?”
“Yeah.” Griz’s voice deepens and becomes gruffer. “If you’re wantin’ me to apologize, I’m not. What I will do is tell you that he now knows someone tried to kill you. He didn’t like the sound of it, told us not to let anyone get near your car until he gets here.”
“He said that?”
Of course, he would like the sounds of someone trying to kill me, but he’d have demanded to talk to me.
Griz nods and backs me farther into the room, his fingers gripping the bottom of the hoodie he’d given me. “How’s your back feel?”
It hurt, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, instead, I shrug. “It’s fine.”
“Liar.” A smirk curls on his lips, and he strips the hoodie from me, taking the shirt with it. “Guess I’m gonna have to show you what happens when you lie to me.”
“Guess so,” I utter, my breath catching in my lungs.
The thought of him touching me is enough to get me going. Already, I was wet and needy for him to be inside me, but I still wanted to have fun first.
“Take your pants off, Marley,” he orders, taking a step back and removing his own clothes.
I do as he says and go to my knees right there in the middle of his room to help him with his jeans.
Griz’s cock springs free of the jeans he’s wearing, and I curl my fingers around the thick shaft. I lick my lips and look up to see Griz’s eyes locked on me. Beautiful dark orbs filled with lust stare back at me, heightening the thrill for me.
I stroke him as I lean forward, eyes still trained upward to hold his gaze as I take him in my mouth. Griz groans, one hand coming to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
“Suck my cock like a good, sweet girl.”
Okay, the raspiness of his voice shoots tingles all along my spine.
I do as he tells me, taking him as deep as I can and swallow, earning another groan of approval from him. Taking my time, I suck him how I want, his fingers guiding the way with the tug and tightening of his fingers.
“Fuckin’ love your mouth on my cock, baby. You don’t know how hot it is watching you suck me off.”
I wanted more than just to suck his cock—I wanted him to fuck my face.
Griz must read my mind because no sooner I think it, he tightens his fingers more, and he holds my head still while he thrusts his cock with quick short movements. “You’re gonna take me to your throat, sweets. I wanna come done that pretty little throat of yours.”
Quickening his movements, I also relax my throat. I could feel the pulse of his cock and moan as the first jets of his cum hit the back of my throat. I tighten my lips around him and moan, sucking every last drop from him.
Griz lets out a ragged breath, pulls his cock from my mouth, and reaches down to scoop me off the floor. “Now that you’ve gotten to have your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Griz asks, voice gruff and harsh.
“No,” I breathe, still trying to catch my breath.
Griz, it seems, is nearly insatiable when he wants to be. Okay, more like all the time.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
No way could he hurt me. Even taking me roughly, he hadn’t taken me hard enough to cause any more damage.
“Sleepy,” I tell him, snuggling into his chest.
“Then sleep, sweets, I’ve got you.”
That he did.
We still needed to talk about the fact he called my dad without me, but that could wait. I knew his reasons. I understood them. It didn’t mean I didn’t think he should have waited for me to make that call. For Christ’s sake, it was my dad he called, damnit.
Snuggling in deeper, I allowed myself to sleep, knowing with him holding me, nothing was going to touch me.
A pounding on the door startles me awake. Who on earth is that banging on the other side of the door?
“Fuckin’ hell,” Griz grumbles. Rolling away from me, he shouts, “Yeah?”
“Got company, brother.” I want to say it was Scorn or maybe Shiner. I wasn’t exactly sure.
“Give us ten minutes,” Griz calls out and rolls back into me. “Time to get up, baby.” The gentleness of his voice touches a part of me I didn’t think possible. Touches even more when he kisses the shell of my ear.
“Ugh,” I mutter, not wanting to get up. My body was sore, more so now than it was yesterday. I guess I was hurting far more so than I thought. “I don’t want to get up.”
“Gonna have to.”Griz slowly rolls me to my back and grips my chin. “How you feeling this morning?”
“My body feels like I’ve been run over by a Mack truck,” I tell him, knowing it’s no use to lie about it.
“I knew I shouldn’t have fucked you last night,” Griz grumbles.
“I have no regrets for doing what I wanted, and you better not either.”
Just because I was hurting, didn’t mean I was going to let it hold me back from enjoying the pleasures of being in Griz’s arms or the sex the two of us have. It’s magnificent, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Marley, no way would I regret a damn thing we do together. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Only way you’ll hurt me is if you treat me like I’m fragile and an invalid when I’m not.”
Yesterday, after everything happened and he held me, that was perfect. He didn’t baby me. He comforted me and gave me what I needed.
“I’m not gonna do that, Marley. Remember that ‘cause I’ll fuck up plenty, but I’d never treat you that way.”
“Don’t be sweet to me now when we have to get up,” I remark snappishly. What he said was sweet. All I want to do is kiss him, which will lead to other things, and we can’t do that right now.
“We got time.” Griz smirks, slides a hand between my thighs, and immediately slips two fingers inside me. “Fuckin’ love that you wake soaked for me, sweets.”
“What can I say? You do it to me.”
Griz definitely did it for me. He does it for me in a way I didn’t think could be anything other than what it was . . . me falling for him.
Or maybe it’s that I’ve already fallen. It surely feels that way.