15. Grayson
GRAYSON
“Oh, yes. Right there.” Scarlet’s head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her hair fanned out across the cream satin. Watching her while my tongue moved over her clit had my dick dripping in anticipation of sinking into her tight heat yet again.
What was the point of pretending I could stay away from her? I couldn’t manage to keep away from the hotel, much less her body. It was a waste of time and energy, reminding myself of all the reasons she was off-limits. All the ways I could only hurt her in the end.
Now, in this moment, what she seemed to crave more than anything was me.
My presence, my nearness. It seemed my cock was secondary to that.
I couldn’t get away with spending a night away from her now, several days into her stay with Vaughn.
Sneaking into the building through the service entrance was starting to become part of my daily routine, along with slipping out in the morning once it was confirmed the coast was clear. Nobody was watching.
I had places to be this morning, but at the moment, the only place that mattered was here, now, in bed with Scarlet, making her writhe while I slowly ate her, savoring her aroma and sweet taste.
It exploded on my tongue, waking me up like coffee never could, sharpening my senses, narrowing my focus.
All that mattered was her pleasure, the way her back arched and her hips moved as she fed me her pussy.
“Yes, like that… so good…” She moaned while her hands slid over the sheets before finally coming to rest on the back of my head.
Only for me to take her wrists and pin them to the bed while I took her my way, in my time, holding her down while she squirmed and squealed, lapping slowly against the bundle of nerves that swelled beneath my tongue.
Using her moans and whimpers to guide me, I gave her more of what she liked best. I made it my business to learn her and commit her to memory.
Soon, memory might be all I’d have left.
Now isn’t the time to dwell on a future we could never have. The thought hit me with a dull ache, settling heavily in my chest. Not now. Now was for making her come, and she was getting closer with every shuddering breath she took.
“Grayson,” she whispered, her hips jerking as she rode my face. “Yes, Grayson.”
A growl rumbled in my chest when she said my name like that, lost in pleasure and begging for more.
Her legs clenched around my head when she came, leaving me to lap up her juices once they started flowing freely. “Gorgeous,” I grunted, lifting my head from her pussy, watching as she glowed in the early morning sunshine. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.”
Her lips curved in a lazy smile before she crooked a finger, beckoning me as she sat up. “Let me get a taste of you now.”
Like I would say no. As if any man in his right mind would.
Getting up on my knees, I straddled her thighs and moved close enough for her to take me into her waiting mouth.
There was nothing like the sudden warmth that enveloped me, the slight pressure as she sucked.
Every stroke of her tongue sent white-hot bolts of pleasure running down my shaft.
I sank a hand into her hair, guiding her pace.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” Sweeping her hair to the side, I watched her work. “Take me with those delicious lips. All. The. Way. Is that what you want?”
She moaned her response, and the pressure from her tongue heightened, making me close my eyes and grit my teeth against the sudden urge to come. “Slow down,” I warned, chuckling a little. “Or this is going to end real soon.”
It would end soon, regardless if she didn’t stop. I had to pull my hips back to keep from succumbing. “You are way too good to my cock.”
Instead of her lying back while I prepared a condom, I stretched out on my back. “I want to see you ride me,” I told her, pulling her on top of me once I was ready. Wrapping a hand around my shaft, I guided myself to her slick entrance.
And she settled back, taking me inside her, her mouth opening a little wider with every inch. It was magic, letting her guide herself, watching the change that came over her.
And her body! Fuck, I could watch her all day, the way she moved and her tits swayed slightly with every slow stroke. Her head fell back, hair spilling over her shoulder.
I took hold of her, lifting my head to suck her tight nipples while she rode me a little faster with every flick of my tongue. “Oh God, that’s good,” she whispered, grinding against my base, greedy for another orgasm.
And I would give it to her. I would give her everything she could take.
My teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, making her whine in approval.
“Just like that. You’re so good…” Her breathing matched mine as I tasted and played, finding what she liked and giving it to her until her movements sped up, lost in their rhythm.
She rode hard and fast, bouncing until the bed squeaked and our bodies slapped together.
And I went with it, jerking my hips upward to meet her. She was determined to make me lose control this morning.
I was fine with it. I wanted to.
“A little more… so close…” Finally, she threw her head back with a broken cry, a flush covering her body as her pussy began to milk me.
I gladly gave in, my balls draining and leaving me trembling in relief. Yet somehow, that did nothing to deplete me of my desire for her. By the time she rolled off me with a soft groan, I wanted her again.
This was becoming a problem.
Yet when she asked before I left for the morning if I was coming back later, I gave her the only answer that made sense. “You bet. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.” There was no denying her.
My first stop this morning would be the precinct where Jack and I had first made each other’s acquaintance.
I would have to tell Scarlet about this later, walking in for the first time after Jack’s murder.
The world looked a little different. I hadn’t thought about it until now, what it would mean to walk into the building where he decided, for some crazy reason, I was worth investing time in.
I would tell her about it, she would understand, and I would fall a little deeper into the habit of no longer keeping everything locked inside me.
There was something addictive about feeling safe to get things off my chest.
Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, she had worked her way into my soul and now refused to leave me alone.
She haunted me, pushed me forward, insisted on driving my actions.
Like she’d pointed out the first night back in town, nobody was paying me to do this.
I’d made a choice, and I was seeing it through because of her.
Before long, I sat with two detectives who’d worked with Jack for years and respected the hell out of him.
They weren’t the only ones, either—the atmosphere around the station was dark and tense.
Everyone worked with their heads down, not bothering with the usual conversations around the coffeemaker or questions shouted across the room.
“We have contacts in several of the rival families,” Detective Cameron explained, perched on the corner of his desk with his hands shoved into his pockets.
His office was sparsely decorated except for a few family photos on the filing cabinets—pretty wife, cute kids—the sort of family neither Jack nor I had ever given much thought to.
“Of course, it’s all a matter of gaining trust and making it worthwhile for these losers to offer up info.
We’re in the middle of trying to work out deals with the District Attorney, so we’ll have something to bring to the table, but it’s slow going. ”
“And he’s much too smart to take risks, especially now,” Detective Nelson added, blowing out a sigh.
She was closer to my age than her middle-aged partner—early thirties at most—but she wore a practiced scowl after years of witnessing the worst of humanity.
“He has to know we’re paying closer attention now that he decided to blow one of our own away. ”
“So there’s no question he was behind it? I mean, he told me,” I reminded them, my chest tightening when I recalled the conversation. “But you have proof?”
“Unfortunately, no proof,” Cameron admitted. “But word spreads. All it takes is a single leak. It’s an open secret in mob circles.”
“And the other families are none too happy,” Nelson added with a grim smile. “They don’t like that kind of heat. We made it a point to bring a lot of them in for questioning on the case, just to rattle them.”
I could appreciate their tactics mainly because I knew how these guys thought.
The more pissed they were at Dominic, the stickier shit got for him.
Maybe we’d all get lucky, and some boss or another would decide he was a sick pup who needed to be put down.
While I craved the pleasure of watching the life drain from him, I couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Dead was dead, and it was how he needed to be.
In the middle of all of this was the occasional buzzing from my phone.
It reminded me of what this was all about, keeping me from going over the edge into total darkness.
As it turned out, Scarlet was a prolific texter, and she managed to pull me back into the light.
The messages she sent throughout the day brought a few much-needed smiles.
While grabbing a cup of coffee, I read her latest.
Scarlet: I’m pretty sure the housekeeping staff thinks I’m a hopeless slut.
Snorting to myself, I replied.
Me: What makes you think that?
Her response came quickly.
Scarlet: I meant to make up the bed before they got up here instead of leaving it all messy like we just had sex, but I completely passed out after you left, and I was naked in bed when they showed up.
I couldn’t pretend the mental image wasn’t fun to consider.
Me: What a shame I wasn’t the one who walked in.
Scarlet: I’m serious! I was so embarrassed.