Chapter Seventeen
Carrie
Grayson’s lips moved against mine as we blended together, driven by an all-consuming need fueled by love.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
“I’m finally fucking home,” he pushed out against me, groaning as his fingers stretched into my hair.
Home.
I was his home.
He kissed me hard then, holding me in place, pouring everything he had into this kiss. I took it all, never wanting to stop. A sound escaped me, somewhere between a cry and a moan, as his tongue invaded my mouth, drinking from me as he pressed his body against mine. I felt his hard length against my soft midsection then, and instantly, my nipples hardened, desire fluttering inside me, heading straight for my core. I was wet. So, so wet for him. His teeth scraped against my lips as he tilted his head to the side, his hand on the bruised side of my face gentler than the other.
My hands snaked up to his sides, fisting his thermal, not wanting to stop.
“Grayson,” I whimpered against his lips, needing more of him—all of him.
He pulled back then, his eyes wild, lips swollen, his forehead against mine. “Mine, Sunshine,” he growled, the sound curling low in my belly. “You’re all fucking mine, you got that? I'll always fucking find you. Understand?”
All his. Forever. All the thoughts that had been driven by anxiety faded then. “Yes,” I whispered, holding his gaze and pressing up on my toes, ignoring the pain of my blisters so I could kiss him again.
Suddenly, Grayson’s rough hands left my face, dropping down to the hem of my shirt. He ripped it off me and over my head in a whoosh, and then his hands were working my bra clasp at the back. He flicked it open and pulled back from me, yanking the fabric off my body and down my arms with a snarl.
My eyes shot to the door, and I covered myself as he tossed my bra to the side, clearly not giving a fuck. “We can’t—”
Grayson cut me off harshly. “Why the fuck did you think I told them to leave?” His hands pushed the sweatpants over my hips and ass. A groan came from him when he discovered I didn’t have any underwear on, the pants pooled around my ankles now. “Sweet fucking Christ,” he murmured roughly, watching me step out of the pants. The heat of the fire was behind me, but a different kind of heat was radiating from him.
That was the only kind of heat I would ever need.
I stood before him completely naked now aside from the socks, and he stepped back, his dark eyes trailing down the length of my body. A shadow fell over his face as his eyes landed on the bruise on my side, just below my rib cage.
His eyes flashed, his nostrils flaring as he glared at the bruise, hating its existence.
“He kicked me,” I told him softly when he looked into my eyes again. Heat bloomed in my cheeks, and that fear was back once more.
What if I was too damaged for him now?
Grayson’s throat worked. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion—mainly need and anger.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Baby, I don’t want to—”
“—I need you,” I confessed, cutting him off in a rush, the inside of my thighs wet now. I didn’t need him to second-guess this. I needed him to still want me, to still love me.
He stiffened at my words, his gaze hard.
That’s when I saw it. With the morning sun shining through the windows behind him and the glow of the fire in front of him, I saw it. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
There, beneath the darkness and pain in his eyes, I saw love, shining brighter than all the rest.
Nothing else needed to be said.
I told my brain to shut up and whispered his name once more, the plea leaving my lips, changing everything between us.
The next thing I knew, I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his middle, my core on his belt, the cool metal against my clit, causing me to whimper.
He held me against him—all of me—in the air. He didn’t struggle. No, it was almost as if this was easy to him, holding me in his arms like I was the lightest thing on Earth.
“Give me that mouth,” he ordered gruffly.
I obeyed, slamming my lips against his in a heated frenzy, tasting him, consuming him—just like he consumed me.
As my hands dove into his hair, he kept his hands on my ass as he walked us down the hallway, pressing me against the closest wall with a growl. I moaned, nibbling his bottom lip before he trailed his lips over my jaw and down my neck. “Nearly fucking lost you. Nearly lost my goddamn mind in the fucking process,” he growled, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "I need you, baby. I need you right fucking here."
I nodded, gripping his hair and gently pulling him away from me. “Please,” I rasped.
All bets were off then as our quick, panting breaths collided together, working in a tandem to get his belt off. I yanked it up and through the loops, tossing it onto the floor as he pressed me further into the wall, pinning me in the air. One of his hands left my ass, coming between us so he could get his pants unbuttoned.
My heart pounded as my shaking hands went to the bottom of his shirt, yanking it up over his abs, dark, coarse hair dusting over them. My mouth salivated at the sight, and suddenly, I wanted him in my mouth. I pushed the tight material over his thick muscles as he grunted, his cock finally free. It was thick and glorious, the head of it dark red, angry. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at the pearl-colored drop on top. I wanted to taste that.
Later.
I continued shoving his thermal up, urging him to lift his big arms.
“Baby,” he murmured, his forehead coming to mine.
“I need you. I need your skin against me, Grayson. Please,” I begged my voice shaking. I couldn’t describe it. Nothing else mattered in this world, not in this moment, this second. It was just him and I.
“This shirt comes off, and then my dick goes in you, you hear me? I’m not fucking waiting any longer,” he growled. “I fucking need you too, Sunshine.”
I nodded, and then his shirt was off. Immediately, I locked my arms around his neck, pressing my chest against his, moaning at the feeling of his skin against mine, the warmth. His chest hair was rough against my soft skin, reminding me of the night I told him I loved him. It felt like ages ago, but it had only been days.
The longest days of my life.
He groaned, lining himself up against me as his lips found my ear. “Fucking dripping for me, Carrie,” he practically purred.
“Only for you,” I breathed, my clit throbbing now as goosebumps scattered across my body, waiting for him to enter me.
Without a word, his hands were back underneath my ass, and he slammed into me. My back arched as my head fell back, a strangled cry coming from my lips. “ Grayson. ”
He said nothing, only grunting as he pulled out and thrusted back into me again, stretching me in a way no one else ever could. I latched onto him then, burying my face in his neck as he began to fuck me in the middle of his best friend’s cabin, bringing my body down onto this cock as he thrusted upwards.
I whimpered and moaned against the skin of his neck. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my breath hitching with each thrust.
“Fuck,” he pushed out, his fingers digging into my ass now. My eyes rolled back, and his next words were unsteady and full of passion. “Fucking missed you. My Carrie, my fucking beautiful woman. "
My arms tightened around him, clinging to him as the fear that had been controlling me melted away. I couldn’t stop it. My body began to work against him, my aching thighs flexing as I moved my hips against him, his hair brushing against my clit, his cock pounding into me savagely. “You feel so g-good,” I breathed. “I missed you.”
I felt it coming. It was nearly here.
He growled, smacking my ass, and lifted me up, holding me on the tip of his cock for a moment. I pulled away from him, eyes wide, amazed by his strength, but he wasn’t looking at me, though. No, his eyes were on my pussy—on us. He didn’t give me a warning before he dropped me back down—all the way down, pressing me back against the wall, his balls against me as his lips curled into a snarl. His eyes met mine as I screamed, gasping for air. “Scream as loud as you fucking want. You’re going to keep taking this dick until I pump you full,” he seethed.
My nails dug into his shoulders as my walls fluttered around him, my eyes rolling back as my climax hit me suddenly, his filthy promise triggering it.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Come on my cock. Such a good girl,” he rumbled, brushing his lips against mine as my thighs began to shake. He lifted me up and dropped me down again, my walls fluttering around his length, squeezing.
"Yeah, that's what we both needed," he grunted as a second wave hit me. "Needed that sweet little pussy to make a mess on me, didn't we?"
Oh, God.
My mouth stayed open on a silent scream as he continued to fuck me, bouncing me up and down his length. Then, I felt his hot mouth close around my nipple, and one of my hands went to the back of his head, holding him against me as he sucked, fucking me with short, harsh trusts, the picture frames on the wall around me rattling. His harsh sounds sent goosebumps skating around my skin as he fucked me savagely, like he couldn't get enough. He released my nipple as I came down from my climax and lifted his head to look at me. “Fucking beautiful,” he snarled as I leaned my head back against the wall, my eyes fluttering closed from the pleasure. “My fucking woman, so fucking beautiful.”
I opened my eyes again, feeling happy— whole —again, but the sight of him gutted me. The smile I felt forming on my lips faded as I stared back at the man I loved, the man who saved my life more than once, the man who promised me the world, the man who was buried deep inside of me, connected to me in the most intimate, physical way.
Pain and fear were painted all over his face, while love shone brightly in his dark pools. He looked devastated, and then, there were tears welling in my eyes for the hundredth time since knowing him. “Grayson,” I whispered as his thrusts slowed, coming to a stop. He was seated fully inside me now, and I bit the inside of my cheek, bringing my hand up to his scarred one, my thumb brushing over the damp, raised skin.
His throat worked. “I love you, Sunshine.”
I felt a tear land on my cheek. “I love you, Grayson.”
Without a word, he pulled me from the wall, walking our joined bodies into the guest bedroom, our gaze never once breaking. He sat on the bed, his hands snaking up my back, his fingers gripping my hair as his bared he teeth. “You fucking scared me,” he growled.
I nodded, a whimper escaping. He was here—with me —inside me.
“Almost fucking lost you,” he continued as I shifted my hips, moaning softly. His head ticked to the side, his eyes narrowing. “Yet, here I fucking am, your cunt wrapped around my dick, and that seems to be the only thing you can focus on.”
I whimpered, moving my hips again, back and forth this time, grinding my clit against his body. “I told you I needed you,” I told him, breathless.
His hand slapped my ass, quick and sharp, and the pain shot into my clit and up to my nipples. I whimpered, but I didn’t stop rocking against him, feeling him against my walls. His other hand snapped up, gripping my neck, forcing me to look down at him. “You fucking me, Sunshine? Is that was this is? Or are you just rubbing that needy little clit against me to come all over my cock again?”
I said nothing, gasping as I moved my hips faster and faster, feeling the fabric of his cargos against the bottom of my ass.
His eyes dropped down to my body, watching it move and jiggle on him. “Every time you sit in my lap, you become a needy girl,” he muttered.
“Grayson,” I moaned, listening to the wet sounds coming from me—us—now.
“Trying to pour my heart out to you, and you can only think about my cock,” he continued, his hand dropping from my jaw as he leaned back on his elbows.
I was about to come apart on him if he kept talking like that.
He lifted his chin. “Put your hands on my chest. I want to see those tits hang in my face while you use me.”
Panting, I did what he said, staring down at him, watching him watch my breasts sway, my stomach against his abs as I rocked back and forth, taking his cock over and over. He started breathing heavier, his eyes darkening as I fucked him. “That’s a good girl,” he rumbled. “Fuck my cock. Do you hear how your little cunt talks to me?”
The sounds were echoing in the room, and my eyes rolled back, my clit humming all over again.
“Needy pussy, heavy tits, and an ass men would start fucking wars over, Sunshine,” he grunted, shifting his hips up now, giving me better access.
I whimpered, my fingers curling in his chest hair, my nails scraping against his skin. One more word from him, and I was gone.
Then, he gave it to me and for a few seconds, I forgot all the horrors of the last week. “You have all of that, baby, and the most beautiful thing about you is your fucking heart,” he said, his voice shaking. My head snapped down to his as I reached my peak, my eyes widening. My breath hitched, and he knew. He knew it was here. “That’s my fucking heart, Carrie. No one will ever take you away from me again. You’re all fucking mine,” he groaned.
I was gone.
There was no beginning or end as my pussy clamped down on his cock, my body tensing as my back bowed. I cried out for him, my heart pounding only for him. Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back, and my legs were lifted, my ankles resting on his shoulders as he stared down at me, jaw hard.
He fucked me then.
He fucked me so hard, I forgot how to think—to breathe .
My climaxes rolled into one another as he held my thighs down, pressing them into my belly as my breasts bounced violently. I clawed at the sheets, tears running down my face as the tip of his cock hit the right spot over and over again. White dots scattered across my vision, and he just kept going.
He didn’t stop.
He fucked me savagely, his upper lip curled into a snarl as he grunted with every merciless thrust.
“Say it,” he clipped, staring down at me.
“I—I— Grayson !” I screamed, my walls fluttering around him again. He was going to make me come again. I couldn’t handle another one.
“Screaming my name only makes me harder, Carrie. You know what you have to say to make me come, baby,” he pushed out, a dark lock of his wavy hair hanging down. He smiled, showing his teeth, looking feral. “You want my cum, gorgeous?”
“Yes! Yes! Grayson, please!” I blubbered, my head rolling from side to side now. All I could feel was pleasure, consuming me in a way it never had before.
He pushed my legs wide, letting them fall to his sides as he lowered himself, hovering over me, his hips still pounding. I looked up into his eyes, my breaths hitching in time with his thrusts. “Carrie, be a good girl and make your man fucking come.”
My arms shot up, locking around his neck as another orgasm hit me, my legs giving out. I cried out again, this time, giving him what he wanted.
I love you, Grayson.
With a groan, one of his arms snaked underneath me, yanking me up to him, our bodies pressed together as his lips found my ear. “Fucking love my fucking sunshine,” he growled as he spilled inside me.