Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
GREYSON
“Fuck,” I hiss when I’m sheathed in her warmth.
Savvy’s forehead falls to my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin. She’s never been a biter, but that jolt of pain sends white-hot lust coursing through my cock. It thickens inside her.
She’s so exhausted, she can barely keep her head up. But I can’t deny her even when I know she needs sleep because I believed her when she said she needed to let go.
“This is going to be fast, sweetheart. And hard.”
My right arm hooks on the edge of the tub. I use it as leverage to pound up and into her core.
“Yes,” she mewls, rocking her pelvis against mine. God, she’s so sexy.
I band my left arm around her, holding her to me as I thrust up, and up, and up. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, but I couldn’t care less about the mess.
She groans, but it sounds frustrated, and I pull her up so I can see her face.
“What’s wrong?”
Tears fill her eyes, but she doesn’t allow them to fall. “I—I can’t.”
I freeze. Everything stops. I start to pull out, and she cries as if in agony.
“What is it, Savvy? What’s wrong?”
“I’m so close. So, so close. But I— My mind—I can’t focus. It’s too…muddy.”
I smile sadly. “Then that’s my fault, baby. It means I’m not doing enough to distract you.”
She shakes her head, but I cut her off with sharp, stabby thrusts.
I use one hand to hold her down, then spread my long fingers until one lands on her swollen clit.
“Argh,” she whines. It’s a pleading sound that goes straight to my balls.
“Jesus, Monroe. Your sexy fucking cunt was made for me.” Two sharp thrusts. “You swell so beautifully around me, gripping, squeezing, swallowing my cock like it’s starving.”
Her moans grow louder.
“You like it hard, don’t you? You love it when our skin slaps together. Do you hear it? Do you feel how you gush around me every time I punch into you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She’s chanting as though she’s lost all control of her verbal skills.
“I dream of waking you up with my cock buried so deep in your core that you’ll gasp awake, begging me to fuck you harder.”
“Oh God. Yes.”
“You’d let me fuck you wherever I want, wouldn’t you?”
She squeezes my dick so hard, I see stars and lose control of my breath.
Savannah Monroe gets off on dirty talk. She couldn’t be more perfect for me.
I know the moment she falls back into her worried mind, but that’s not happening tonight. Tomorrow is for worrying. Tonight is about feeling free.
I pick up my pace on her clit, then drag my free hand down her spine. The moment I thrust up, I breach the entrance to her asshole with my thumb.
She screams out as a spasm courses through her body.
“Are you going to let me fuck this tight little hole too? Hmm?” Her ring of muscles clenches then relaxes as I swirl my thumb and press it in deeper.
Another guttural moan spurs me on as she clings to my arms, my shoulders, anything she can latch onto.
I pound into her pussy and her ass in tandem, whispering in her ear every dirty thought that pops into my head.
“Grey. Grey, please.”
I’ll never tire of hearing her this way.
Three more thrusts, and she screams so loudly that if we had neighbors, the police would surely be called.
Her inner muscles spasm, milking my cock. Lightning sparks in my balls right before I shoot my load deep inside her, but I don’t stop. I keep thrusting, pushing in and out, up and down until she collapses against me.
“Thank you,” she mumbles. She winces as I remove my thumb, and then she passes out cold with her cheek pressed tightly to my chest.
I sit there for long minutes, holding her close, then I quickly wash her body, lift her from the tub, and put her to bed, where I wrap myself around her and vow to make us last forever.
“You want me to shut down corporate?” I ask. I’m sure I heard him wrong.
All four Harrington brothers sit at my dining room table, and it’s disconcerting as hell. Roman, Sterling, and Chase are identical triplets, but they look like a carbon copy of Grant, the oldest.
I don’t even know who I’m talking to.
“Just the headquarters, and only for a week. Give your employees a paid vacation while we sort this out.” I think it’s Sterling talking, but who the hell knows.
“There’s a shit ton to unpack here.” Okay, this guy is Roman.
I appreciate his direct approach and no-bullshit attitude.
“You think the leak is coming from Quinn or Kristen, but we don’t know which one because neither has taken the recent bait you’ve given them.
I’m not convinced that the packages to Clover are related beyond DeVane doxing her private information, so that needs to be handled separately. ”
“I don’t care if he sent them himself, he put out her private information, knowing this would happen. It is his fault,” I snarl.
“That’s all true, but we’ll talk more about Clover and the packages in a moment,” Grant says. I only know it’s him because he has a few more lines around his eyes. “There are some…complications we’ll need to discuss first.”
“Wait. Packages? As in plural?” I ask, glancing toward the stairs, thankful that Savvy hasn’t come down yet.
The Harringtons speak in a silent conversation before Grant finally nods. “She received another one late last night at the inn. Whoever delivered it knew where the cameras were and evaded all of them.”
“Fucking hell. DeVane has been loitering around town, and he could have scoped out the cameras when he tried to check into the inn.”
“It’s possible, but let’s stick to Omni-Reyes first,” Roman barks.
I appreciate that he appears to have one tone and it’s similar to my own.
“We’ll have a forensic team scan the entire building while your employees are out.
If there’s a connection between either woman and Riley DeVane, we’ll find it.
That’s the easy part. What we’re concerned about is the escalation of DeVane’s behavior with Savannah. ”
“Me too,” I admit. It tastes bitter leaving my mouth, but I’m not too prideful to ask for help, not when it comes to Savvy.
“We’ll have a team on her at all times,” one of the triplets says. “We’ll also have a team on Clover, Elle, and Madison. If he can’t get to Savvy, they’d be his next target.”
“We’re also working with the bounty hunters to bring him in before anything else happens,” Sterling—or maybe it’s Chase—says. They should wear name tags.
“Good. Okay.” It sounds as though they’re taking all the precautions I’d ask for.
“Savvy insists on attending the fair.” I study Roman’s face as his mouth falls into a grim line.
At least he thinks it’s a terrible idea too.
“She’ll fight us if we don’t make it happen, and she’s stubborn enough to go with or without us. ”
“He’ll be expecting it though,” Roman says.
“Then we need to be three steps ahead of him because I can’t convince her to hide out. She’s…tenacious.” A smile plays on my lips even though there’s nothing funny about this conversation.
Roman chuckles. He’s met Savvy, and he undoubtedly remembers how relentless she can be when she has her mind set on something.
“We’ll get a team on the fairgrounds within the hour,” Grant says.
Noise on the staircase draws our attention, and I watch as Savvy’s legs come into view. Step by step, she appears, but when I see her eyes, I’m out of my chair so fast it scatters to the ground.
Wood scraping the floor tells me the Harrington brothers have risen as well, but they give me space to approach Savvy.
“What happened?” I ask the moment I reach her. My hands scan her body for injuries while I study her face.
She shakes her head, looking so damn lost, I want to murder someone.
“Savvy, what is it? What happened?” I ask again.
“A—Austin called.” Austin. Austin, her shithead brother.
“Okay.” I hold her hand and lead her to the sofa, then gently push her to a seating position while I crouch in front of her. “What did he say?”
“He said…” The floorboards creak, and she looks to the left, where the four copies of the same man stand in a militant line.
I hook her chin with my finger and drag her attention back to me while simultaneously shooing the Harringtons toward the door.
“We’ll wait for you at Omni-Reyes,” Grant says. “We need to discuss Clover’s team as soon as possible. There are—”
“I’ll call you,” I say, cutting him off. The last thing I need is to pile one more worry onto Savvy’s shoulders.
“Clover’s team?”
Asshole Harrington.
“Don’t worry about that. We’re putting teams on you, Madi, Elle, and Clover until we find Riley, that’s all. He needs some more details about Clover.”
The front door clicks shut.
“Wait,” she calls out, but they’re already outside. “We should do that first. Clover…”
“Will be fine. I promise. First tell me why you’re so shaken.”
That’s all it takes for her eyes to lose focus again. What the hell happened?
“Sav, I need you to tell me what happened.”
“He just… He still doesn’t believe me. Riley’s mom got a call from his parole officer, letting her know that a warrant was issued for him, and that he’d attacked me here in Georgia.”
“A place he shouldn’t have been,” I remind her.
“Austin didn’t…didn’t believe me. He said I was making it all up. Again.”
That asshole is done.
“He said I was ruining Paige’s life all over again because now everyone is distraught over Riley when they should be focused on her wedding.
He said…he said that Riley’s trying to start over.
He said that Riley is getting…married. He said Paige thinks I’m jealous that everyone has moved on while I’ll always be alone, so I’m doing what I always did, hurting them. ”