Chapter 20
Kiersten
“What the ever-loving fuck?” Lynch roared. “How the hell is she doing that?”
“I don’t know, but they are definitely kicking our asses,” Shotgun huffed.
Lynch pointed over to me with a pout as he complained, “I’m pretty sure she’s cheating.”
“She isn’t cheating,” Grayson argued. “She’s just better than you.”
“She’s better than you, too.” Lynch pointed to the red solo cup of beer as he said, “Drink up, buttercup.”
Grayson looked over to me with a scowl, then lifted the cup of beer and quickly downed it.
The guys had gotten together to celebrate Viper’s birthday, and they’d all been partying pretty hard when Locke got the bright idea to set up a beer pong table.
At first, the guys seemed a little hesitant, but then Locke suggested a match between the brothers and the ol’ ladies and they were all for it.
We’d already played several rounds, and the ol’ ladies were dominating the guys, which suited me just fine.
After the last party, I had no interest in getting smashed again.
Since I’d made the last shot, I had to go again.
I could feel the guys’ eyes on me as I prepared to take my next shot.
I held the ping pong ball up and aimed it at the next red solo cup, then held my breath as I tossed it in the air.
Seconds later, it plopped inside the cup, causing some of the beer to splash out.
I threw my arms up in the air as I shouted, “Oh heck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! ”
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me!” Lynch whined. “How in the hell did you just make that?”
“What can I say? I’ve got skills,” I teased.
“I’ll show you skills.” Lynch took his ball and tossed it towards our end of the table, and like many before, he missed the cup by a mile. “Dammit!”
I smiled as I pointed to the cup and said, “Drink up, buttercup.”
“Dammit.” Lynch grabbed the cup with my ball in it, then quickly drank it. He tossed the empty cup to the ground, then turned to Grayson as he fussed, “You’re gonna have to step up your game, brother.”
“Me?” Grayson scowled. “You’re the one who can’t get it in the damn hole. You’re worse than a fucking virgin searching for the golden hole.”
“Fuck you, brother. You’re just taking it easy on ‘em cause you wanna get laid tonight.”
“Damn straight, I do,” Grayson grumbled. “Not gonna through the fucking game to do it, though.”
“Okay, girls. You’re both pretty.” Menace snickered as he stepped between Lynch and Grayson, shoving them apart. “Now, quit your whining and play the damn game.”
“That was a little intense,” Marlowe whispered. “I’m thinking our boys aren’t very good at losing.”
“No, they aren’t, but it’s not all that surprising.” Delilah glanced over at Hawk as she told us. “They rarely lose at anything.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Frankie laughed as she asked, “You think I should take it easy on them?”
“No way.” My eyes skirted over to Grayson. Even though he’d had thrown back several shots and drank numerous beers, he still looked completely sober. I was hoping to get him at least a little tipsy, so I told Frankie, “They can take it.”
“Alrighty then.”
I watched as she eased her hand and tossed her ball into the air. When it landed in the cup of beer, all the girls jumped up and cheered. Grayson gave Widow a nudge as he said, “Come on, brother. End this thing once and for all.”
“I’m certainly gonna try.”
When Widow stepped up to the table, Frankie gave him a wink and smiled.
I loved how these beautiful women adored their men just as much as I adored mine.
I glanced over at Grayson, and a warmth washed over me when I found him sitting on a stool watching me with the other ol’ ladies.
I loved the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the room.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one. In fact, the place was covered up with hang arounds.
They were all eager to get their claws into one of the brothers, so it was no surprise when a pretty little red-head came sauntering over to Grayson and started flirting.
I could’ve gone over and put her in her place, but I knew I could trust Grayson to do the right thing.
My attention was drawn back over to the table when Delilah called out to me, “Hey, Kiersten! It’s your turn!”
“Coming!”
I got the ball and was preparing to take my shot when I happened to glance over in Grayson’s direction and found that the red-head had wedged herself between his legs just inches from his crotch.
Before I had a chance to become angry, Grayson shifted in his seat, then said something to the girl that brought a scowl to her pretty face.
Seconds later, she turned and walked away.
Smiling, I turned my attention back to the beer pong table and was a little worried when I found there was only one cup remaining.
If I made it, the game would be over, and the ladies would win yet another round.
I stepped into position, then tossed the ball.
As soon as it fell into the cup, the entire room was filled with a loud roar of cheering and laughter.
Delilah and Frankie came over and gave me a high-five as they said, “Way to go, girl! Thanks to you, we smoked them yet again.”
“That we did, but we all did it. Not just me.”
“You’re just being modest.” Frankie gave me a wink. “You know you rocked it.”
“Maybe just a little.” I laughed, then looked over a Grayson. Like earlier, he was watching me again, so I told Frankie. “I think I’ll go claim my prize.”
“You should definitely do that.”
“I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“Sure thing. Have fun!”
“Planning on it.” I made my way through the others and over to Grayson. As I slipped my arms around his waist, I announced, “We won.”
“I saw that.”
“I’ve come to claim my prize.”
“Your prize, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. A win like that totally deserves a prize.” I gave him a playful smile as I leaned closer and whispered, “I’m thinking a few bells and whistles might suffice.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Um-hmm… But only if you’re up for it.”
“I’m always down for some bells and whistles, baby. You know that.”
Without saying anything more, he took me by the hand and led me out of the bar.
Since we were both going to be drinking, we’d already planned to stay at the clubhouse, so I wasn’t surprised when he took me down to his room.
As soon as he closed the door, he kicked off his boots and removed his cut, then he was on me, kissing me in that way that made my knees tremble.
Our hands were frantic and possessive as we lost ourselves in the moment.
When his hands dropped to my jeans, I looked up at him and said, “There sure are a lot of pretty girls around the club.”
“Yeah.” His brows furrowed. “And?”
“Lots of temptation.”
He slipped his arms around my waist as he asked, “You jealous?”
“Just stating a fact.”
His gorgeous eyes fell on me, studying me for a brief moment before he said, “Well, you should know by now that you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re all I want.” I let out a little whimper as his lips trailed along my neck. “You’re mine, Kiersten. All mine, and that’s all I’ll ever need.”
Without saying anything more, his lips crashed down on mine, stealing my breath away.
The tips of his fingers trailed along my spine, and I arched towards him, seeking the heat of his touch.
As he continued to kiss me, I could feel a fire burning deep inside me, smoldering as it spread through my body.
It was a familiar sensation—one I had every time Grayson’s hands were on me.
It always started with just a spark, but I could feel it building, intensifying with every single touch.
He reached for the hem of my sweater, then gently pulled it over my head.
A light hiss slipped through my lips as he brought the tips of his fingers to the straps of my bra and gently brushed them off my shoulders.
I shivered with anticipation as I felt the palm of his hand linger over my bare flesh.
He looked down at me, sending chills through my body as his eyes roamed over every inch of my exposed skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he ran his rough, calloused finger along the edge of my black lace bra.
A rush of heat rolled against my skin as he stood there staring at me, appraising me.
Just looking at him made it hard to breathe, hard to think, and the way his eyes filled with lust when he looked at me only increased my need for him.
I reached out, grasping the hem of his t-shirt, and I felt the muscles of his chest quiver as my fingers brushed along his skin.
God, I loved how his body responded to my every touch.
It made me feel so wanted, so desired. Once I’d pulled his shirt over his head, I laid my hand on his heart and smiled when I saw that his heart was beating as fast and hard as mine.
Just like me, he’d felt every spark, every flicker of heat that surged through our bodies.
“Grayson,” I whispered.
“Right here with you, babe,” he reassured me.
His lips brushed against mine, but not gently like before.
Instead, it was hot, demanding, and possessive.
I was his, and he wanted to make sure I knew it.
I moaned into his mouth, stealing the last of his restraint.
He made quick work of my jeans, then lifted me into his arms and carried me over to the bed.
Seconds later, I was on my back, and his body was covering mine.
His weight pressed me into the bed as his hands, rough and impatient, roamed over my body.
Seconds later, my bra was freed from my body and was thrown to the floor.
His mouth closed over my breast, scraping his teeth across my sensitive flesh.
He knew just how to drive me wild. My fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin.
His hand slid between my legs, and my breath caught as he ran his finger along the edge of my lace panties.
His other hand cupped my breast, the rough pad of his thumb stroking across my nipple as he added fuel to the fire burning within me.
Impatient for more, I reached down, tugging at his belt, then lowered his jeans down his hips.
I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I needed to be taken.
I needed to feel him inside of me. I looked up at him and was in complete awe of how beautiful he was with his perfectly defined abs and his oh-so-pronounced V.
When he caught me gawking at him, his eyes danced with mischief as he asked, “Like what you see?”
All I could muster was a brief nod and, “Mmm-hmm.”
His smirk quickly faded as he looked down at me sprawled out on the bed, and then he said, “You’re amazing, Kiersten. Absolutely amazing.”
Before I had time to respond, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs.
He hovered over me, the heat of our breaths mingling between us until the anticipation became too much and his mouth crashed down around mine.
His hand dove into my hair, grasping at the nape of my neck as he delved deeper into my mouth, our tongues twisting and tasting with nothing but passion and desire.
Without warning, his hands drifted down my thighs as he lowered my panties.
Once they were gone, I wrapped my legs around him, taking him deep inside me.
I instantly felt engulfed by him. I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move, matching the rhythm of his heart as I rocked my hips against him.
I’d never felt anything so incredible and wanted to savor the moment.
I wanted to let myself feel every erotic sensation, but Grayson had other plans.
A deep-seated growl vibrated through his chest as he quickly flipped me to my stomach, pulling me up so he could enter me from behind.
With a quick thrust, he was buried deep inside me.
He withdrew for a moment, then slammed into me again.
His rhythm quickly became more demanding and intense with each shift of his hips.
I was close to the edge when I felt a slap to my ass and a tug on my hair, and the muscles in my abdomen immediately began to tighten.
I reached for the headboard, bracing myself for the next wave of pleasure that crashed through my body.
With one deep thrust, the fire raged inside me, consuming every inch of me with heat as my orgasm ripped through me.
I was left shocked and shuddering from the explosion of pleasure, but he didn’t stop.
Not even close. He drove into me again and again until he found his own release, growling as he lowered his body onto mine.
I lay there limp beneath him as we both slowly tried to calm our breathing to a relaxed pace.
After several long, blissful moments, he eased off of me and rolled over on his side.
He quickly reached for me and pulled me over to him.
As I nestled into the crook of his arm, I giggled and said, “We’re going to need to play beer pong more often. ”
“After the way you played tonight, I doubt the guys will be all that eager to play, at least not anytime soon.”
“Well, it was fun, and the winning prize was stellar.”
“Stellar, huh?”
“Um-hmm. You really outdid yourself.”
“Just doing what I can to make my woman happy.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry there.” I eased up on my elbow as I looked at him and said, “I’ve never been happier. I love you very much.”
“You better watch it, or you’ll earn yourself another go.”
“I’d be good with that.”
I leaned towards him and pressed my lips to his, and that’s all it took.
Grayson flipped me over on my back, and we were at it again.
I loved making love to him, but more than that, I loved just being with him.
I didn’t have to pretend to be something I wasn’t.
I could be myself. I could have bad days, lose my temper, or stress out over crazy stuff, and he never judged me.
He was simply there for me. He knew all of me and still loved me, and that meant everything to me.
Grayson was my best friend and the love of my life.
He was my present and my future, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.