Chapte
Grey
I waited.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I moved.
I placed one hand on the side of her face, applied a little pressure, and then I slanted my head to the side and slammed my lips down on hers.
Heard it.
Seen it.
Never felt it.
Until.
Now.
Kismet.
Fire.
Heat.
Energy swept around us in a blinding dance that I wouldn’t be able to tell where I ended, and she began.
Her lips were soft. Sensual. Taking as much from me as I took from her.
And I knew... I knew I was done for.
As if I didn’t already know that.
I teased her lips with my tongue, seeking entry, and thankfully, she didn’t make me wait long. Because as soon as they started to open, my tongue slid inside, and I groaned.
I pulled her even tighter into my body, craving her touch, needing all of her.
She moaned into my mouth, and I twisted my tongue around hers.
Nipping.
Teasing.
Sucking.
Hands roaming.
Areas being discovered.
And when I knew we both needed air, I pulled back and rested my chin on the top of her head.
Both of us were breathing heavily.
Then I heard the sweetest words I’ve ever heard, “You're mine.”
I lifted my chin off her head, placed my thumb underneath her chin, and applied slight pressure until she gave me her eyes.
Then and only then did I ask, “In every way?”
She nodded.
I winked, “Good baby girl. Been yours since I saw you in that dress. Just been waiting for you to catch up.”
Then her eyes seemed to brighten, and I knew that she was about to cry.
I stood there and waited.
She didn’t disappoint.
I bent my head and kissed the tears from her face.
She gasped.
I chuckled.
“Seems like we have one thing left to do,” she said as she smiled.
I nodded, “Yep. Do you want to go to Vegas or a Justice of the Peace?”
She quipped, “Neither. Your backyard.”
I winked, “Done.”
Then she giggled and said, “Well, that and we need to make sure we’re compatible in the bedroom.”
I lifted a brow, “Make sure? Baby girl, there’s no making sure about this. You were made for me, and I was made for you. End of discussion.”
She lifted a brow, “End of discussion?”
I shrugged, “Just stating facts.”
Then I really took in the look that was on her face.
There was something there she wasn’t revealing.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Huh?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side.
“You got this look on your face. What’s wrong?” I asked.
She sighed, “I’m worried you won’t be happy with me in that area.”
I growled, “Baby, the only way I won’t be happy is if my cock goes down after only two rounds.”
Her eyes widened at that.
“Two? In one night?” she asked.
I winked, “Usually, I only want one. But with you, I want every single one I can get.”
She bit her lip, and that told me that there was something else there.
That was why I asked, “You sure about this?”
She stared up at me, then she asked, “Can I ask you something?”
I winked, “You can ask me anything.”
“Will you think less of me?” she asked.
I narrowed my eyes at her, then stepped back from her and held out my arms, “Do you think less of me for knowing that I won’t hesitate to end someone who doesn’t know to stop staring at what’s mine?”
She bit her bottom lip and then slowly shook her head in the negative.
I grinned as I lowered my arms and then wrapped her up in my embrace with one arm and pulled her to me, and with my other arm, I brought it up, and ran my hand through her hair, and asked, “How can you think any less of me?”
She sighed, then face planted into my chest, “I’m nervous.”
I had to strain to hear her, but I did. Therefore, I said, “Then we wait.”
She growled, “But I don’t want to wait.”
I chuckled, “Then why the fuck are we still standing here?”
Something seemed to click in her mind, and then she pulled back, took in my face, seemed to process something, and then she giggled and raced to my truck.
I growled, then raced after her, and called out, “Touch that door handle, and I’ll tan your ass red.”
She touched the fucking door handle and opened it.
I growled again, “Baby girl.”
She giggled as she climbed into the truck and closed it before I reached her.
I glared up at her as I rounded the hood and climbed in.
We were both silent as I drove us to my house.
And the moment I parked the truck in front of the garage, I shut the truck off, climbed out, rounded the hood, and opened her door.
I wrapped my arms around her hips and lifted her out of the truck, then I spun her, so her front was pressed to the now closed truck door, then I reared my hand back, and slapped her right cheek twice.
And when she moaned, fuck, precum leaked out of the tip of my cock.
I spun her back around, lifted her, as she wrapped her legs around my hips while I carried her up the front walk.
Her eyes roamed over my face the whole time, and I caught one detail.
The heat and want in her eyes.
I reached into my back pocket, pulled out the keys, unlocked the door, kicked the door open, stepped through, kicked it shut, and then slammed her into the wall at the same time my lips came down on hers.
Our hands roamed as our lips and tongues moved at a rhythm only the two of us understood.
Then I moved my lips over her cheek and down her neck while I teased her skin with my tongue.
She writhed against me.
And knowing that I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled my head back and said, “I gotta taste you.”
She nodded.
But she hesitated as I tried to lower her to the floor. She didn’t seem to want to let me go.
I liked that.
I liked that a lot.
And I liked it even more as she wobbled on her heels while I made sure she was steady.
Then, as I lowered myself before her, I made sure to keep my eyes locked with hers.
As soon as I was on my knees, I removed one heel, and then the other, then whispered, “Want these on your feet when I make love to you and nothing else one day.”
“Done,” she whispered.
I unsnapped her jeans, and then without a second of stopping, I lowered her jeans down her hips.
The moment they dropped to the floor, I placed my hand against her belly and pushed her back, holding her still against the wall, and growled, “Last man that’s ever going to be on his knees for you. Last man that’s ever going to know what you taste like.”
Then she shared, “Did you forget?”
I winked, “Fuck no. Only man.”
She was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling at a fast rate.
And then I did what I’ve been dying to do. I leaned forward, inhaled her scent, and then ripped her panties from her body.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” I growled, then I lifted her leg up and tossed it over my shoulder, and then I fucking feasted on her perfect pussy.
The moment her taste exploded on my tongue, I knew, I fucking knew that if she had allowed anyone else to taste her, they’d be in the ground after I found them.
I feasted because she tasted what I imagined heaven to be like... absolute perfection.
I licked and sucked on her perfect little clit.
I ran my tongue through her folds and then inserted a single finger into her.
And holy fuck, she was tight.
The tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. I had my work cut out for me if I was going to get her ready to take me.
Then I got to work. I tongued and teased her clit as my finger moved in and out of her and when she was wetter, I slid in a second finger, and then a third.
She was moaning, and then she ripped my ball cap off my head and ran her hand over my head.
I knew that if I had longer hair, she’d be pulling on it. Maybe I needed to grow it out just to experience that.
I growled at the thought.
And then I dove back in.
Sucking. Licking. Teasing. Fingering.
And then she gasped, “Grey.”
I tongued that spot again, and she moaned.
I smirked as I worked on that one spot.
Moments later, I was rewarded as I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers.
I was slowly sucking on her clit as the last of her orgasm rolled through her.
Then, against her pussy that was pretty and pink and swollen, I said, “Gotta do that again, because I’ve been dreaming about you screaming my name.”
Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks were flushed, and damn if that wasn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
She growled as she undid some straps on her shirt, ripped it off, then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
Then she growled, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I grinned as I licked my lips and, making sure I still had her eyes, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them dry.
Her eyes went hooded, then she whispered, “Grey.”
I smirked, then stood and went about taking my clothes off.
The moment I revealed my cock, her eyes went wide, then she swallowed. I looked down at it and said, “Gotta call O. Make an appointment. I need to have Kimber tattooed on my cock.”
She gasped, “Grey.”
I winked as I stepped toward her and said, “The moment I get inside of you, it better be Michael you scream out. Grey is fine when I’m eating you.”
I bent at the waist, and then I wrapped my hands around her perfect ass cheeks and lifted her once again.
Automatically, her legs wrapped around my hips, and then she locked her eyes with mine, looked at my lips, which were coated in her juices, and then, hesitantly, she leaned her head forward and swiped her tongue over my bottom lip.
Precum once again slipped out of the head of my cock.
And then I watched once again as her eyes went hooded, then her lips slammed into mine.
I growled as I kissed her back for everything, I was worth.
“Bedroom,” I growled.
She shook her head, “No. Against the glass.”
How in the hell my cock got harder, I didn’t know, but it fucking did.
“Yeah?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Well, good thing no one lives behind me. Cause I’d be damned if anyone saw what you looked like naked, my fucking eyes only.”
She giggled as I pressed her back against the glass, then I asked, “Cold?”
She shook her head, “No. Hurry.”
I winked at her.
Then I braced her on my thigh and grabbed my cock as I lined it with her entrance, then I locked my eyes with hers, “Last chance to say no.”
She didn’t make a peep.
I grinned, and then I slowly entered her tight heat.
I wrapped my hand around her hip as my body held her tight to the glass, and then I pushed in even more.
I had to still for a beat to make sure I didn’t blast my cum inside of her instantly.
Because the only thing that I could amount to perfect was the way her lips felt against mine.
Then she growled, “Grey, get in me. Now.”
I lifted a brow, “What did I say to call me?”
She mock glared at me, “Michael, get in me. Now.”
I winked, “Yes, ma’am.”
Then I pulled out slightly and shoved my way inside of her.
A slight resistance hit my cock, and when it did, I stared into her pale blue eyes, and then I pushed forward, feeling the barrier give way, and then... when I fully seated myself inside of her, I moaned.
She stretched around me, and I knew she was hurting because of the tears at the corners of her eyes she was letting fall.
“Let them fall, baby. I got you.”
And when they fell a moment later, I licked the tears away.
And then, I asked, “Okay?”
She nodded.
I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Over. And. Over. And. Over.
Waiting for that moment.... that one moment.... and then... I fucking got it.
“Harder, Michael. Harder.” She growled.
I moved harder.
My cock thrusted in and out of her perfect pussy.
Her hands were wrapped around my biceps, trying to help keep her body anchored, and then when I twisted my hips, her eyes flared.
“Just like that, baby. Just like that,” I groaned.
She smiled, and then she gasped as I slammed into her harder and harder and harder.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold my own orgasm back.
Then I felt it.
Almost as if she could read my thoughts.
Her pussy started to pulse around my cock, her back bowed, her head fell back into the glass, and a few strands of her hair she had put into curls caressed my skin.
And then I came.
Hard.
I stilled inside of her as ropes of my cum shot inside of her.
And then I froze and whispered, “Fuck me.”
Her eyes were hooded as she asked, “What?”
“I forgot the fucking condom,” I said with a growl.
Hurriedly, I said, “I didn’t fucking do that on purpose. Swear to you. I fucking didn’t.”
She leaned her head forward and pressed a soft, sweet kiss on my lips, then shared, “I have the shot. I had horrid periods when I was a teen. We’re okay. But umm.... are you clean?”
I winked. “Got tested after the last time I fucked anyone. And just saying, we aren't ever going to talk about who came before. I only fucked them. I never made love to them. Not like I will and crave to do with you. Yeah?”
Her response?
That was all, Kimber.
Her eyes got soft, her head tilted to the side, and then... she smiled.
I kissed her lips.
And then I pulled my cock out of her pussy and immediately missed her tight warmth.
I wanted back in there.
But I wouldn’t unless she said she wanted it.
I knew she would be sore.
And as I looked down at my cock, I felt my chest puff with pride.
Blood was coating my cock.
I licked my lips then looked at Kimber.
She was glancing at my cock too, and then she looked at me and shared, “So glad I waited.”
I smirked, “Fucking good.”
I pressed a kiss on her forehead, then lifted her, bridal style.
She giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck while I carried her to the bathroom.
I had just stepped into my bedroom... and at her gasp, I stopped and smiled.
I looked down at her face and saw the wonder that was written clearly, then I looked around the bedroom.
The brothers had brought back the bouquets of orange tulips and set them around the bedroom.
“Grey,” she whispered with so much emotion I couldn’t help but feel ten fucking feet tall.
“How?” she asked.
“My brothers,” I told her.
She nodded, “Yeah.”
So, my woman likes the little things that make grand gestures? Fucking noted.
I sat her down on the bathroom counter, as I braced my hands on either side of her thighs.
“I don’t share. You want a guy friend, okay with me, but I will talk to him. You want me to only go to the clubhouse with you at my side while the club whores are there, okay, I’ll talk to Nuke. You’re mine. And I’m yours. Yeah?”
She winked, “Yeah.”
I pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose and stepped back.
And then... she pressed into my back as I started to fill the tub with water and pressed a kiss on my left shoulder blade... and let’s just say that what happened in that tub and after in our bed... is for only me to fucking know.