34. Grayson
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THIRTY-FOUR
“This whole time?” Maisie whispers, her voice catching. “You…you’ve kept this to yourself and made me think you hated me?” Her watery eyes collide with mine, and it’s a harder blow than any I’ve taken in the fighting ring.
I have no words, none that will make any of this better. I created this pain in her eyes, this undiluted hurt burning through her. Me. I can only try to make her understand why, because under any other circumstances, I would have snatched Maisie up and forced a ring on her pretty finger by now.
“I did it to protect you—”
“And who’s protecting you, huh, Grayson?
” she cuts me off, her voice rising with a defiant temper I’ve never seen in her before.
Her face softens, and she grabs my hand.
“You are an amazing brother and make it so damn hard not to fall for your big heart. But you don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.
There are people who would bend over backwards to help you, only if you asked. ”
“And risk their lives too?”
“It’s not your choice to make. That’s what family is for, and I know the Foxes would do everything in their power to secure your safety, Laine and Nova’s too. You have to know that, right?”
“That’s exactly why I haven’t told them. They’ve done enough for me as it is, and I won’t let them get buried too. It’s my mess to clean up.” I can see the defiance on her face before she even speaks.
“And me?” she questions, her chin lifting. There’s so much vulnerability in her gaze. Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip. How could I ever deny that face? “Where do I fit into all of this?”
I stroke my thumb over her cheekbone, drawing her closer.
“You, Maisie, were a casualty I never saw coming, but I won’t ever regret you blazing into my life like a shooting star.
I’m just sorry I’ve damned your life when you’ve saved mine in return.
I won’t be sorry for wanting you this badly anymore. ”
When our lips clash, it feels like the dam between us finally bursts. There are no more secrets, no more hiding from her. All the ugly parts of me are laid bare before her, and she takes them happily–greedily.
I drag her on top of me so she’s straddling my waist. She comes easily, swinging her knee around me. Her lips feel like silk against mine, smooth and so fucking delicious.
“What are you doing to me?” she breathes shakily into my mouth before claiming my lips again.
My kisses become punishing, as if making up for every lost kiss.
I need this woman right here and now. I know it’s reckless, but the best kind of things in life are.
I want the kind of love that scares me because there's so much at stake, where losing it would be paralyzing.
I never thought I could have the need to protect something as fiercely as my little sister and Nova— until now.
“Fuck, honey. I need you,” I growl into her mouth, sucking her bottom lip.
“You have me. All of me,” she moans.
Her words light a fire in me. My hands slip under the hem of her dress, palming each of her cheeks. “Goddamn, woman, I’ve been dying to get my hands on these.” I squeeze, grinding her down on my hard cock and drawing a whimper from her.
“That feels so good,” she pants, grinding on me all on her own now. The truck rocks with each jerk of her hips.
“Take it,” I groan, praying to God I don’t come in my pants before the fun even starts. I have things in mind I’ve been dying to do to her since the moment my eyes landed on her. Our lips haven’t parted for more than a second between speaking. Who needs snacks when I can feast on Maisie all night?
“More,” she whines against my lips, swiping her tongue into my mouth. “I need, ah, fuck,” she pants, grinding down, my hands on her ass encouraging her.
My hands find the hem of her panties. Lace, because of course they fucking are. I slip my fingers underneath until they are just a touch from teasing her back hole. I slowly let my right hand drift lower, a centimeter at a time, letting her control this.
“Like this?” I rasp, stroking down until I’m almost exactly where I yearn to be.
“Yes,” she moans, lifting her hips for me. I take it as an answer, dragging lower until my finger glides across her slick pussy. My dick throbs at what I find.
“Is this all for me, honey? Your pussy is dripping with need already.” I drag her wetness until the pad of my pointer finger circles her swollen clit. She bucks above me, so responsive. “You like that, Mais? You want me to take the ache away from between your legs?”
“Yes, yes!” she chants, her head tipped up to the stars.
“Beg me nicely, and I’ll do much, much more than that,” I promise.
Her hips begin to gyrate, rubbing herself on my finger. Her juices are dripping down my finger, pooling in her underwear. I want to rip them off and devour them all for myself.
“P-please, Grayson. I need more. Fuck, why does that feel so good?” she groans, her breaths turning erratic.
“Perks of working with my hands all day.” I circle her clit again, loving the sounds it draws from her.
“What else do those hands do?” she taunts.
“How much can you take? One finger?” I slip my middle finger inside her, curving it into her. Her head falls to my shoulder and shudders. “Words, Maisie,” I demand, my voice hoarse with need.
“Y-yes. I can take it.”
“Two?” My second finger slips in with a little more resistance as I slowly stretch her out. With how wet she is, I have no issue pumping them in tandem, dragging them up her walls until I find the exact spot that has her screaming.
“Gray, holy shit. Don’t…stop,” she chants, riding my fingers on her own now. I imagine her bouncing on my dick like this. I need to be inside her, but I want to make sure it's enjoyable for both of us.
“Three?” I slip my pointer finger in next so all three of my fingers are stuffed deep inside her. It’s a tight fit, so I start slow, crossing my fingers together to create more space. Her pussy tries to push me out at first, but, with each pump, I feel her walls relax a fraction.
“Oh God,” she cries, trembling above me. I’m surprised she can still hold herself up with how much she’s shaking. “I…I can t-take…Fuck,” she screams, biting my shoulder.
“You’re opening up for me so well, honey,” I praise, pumping a little faster. “Are you going to be my good girl and come on my fingers?” Her juices are dripping down my fingers, and it only makes me want to finger-fuck her harder. I stroke the perfect spot inside her, and she detonates on command.
“Grayson,” she screams. “I’m co-coming,” she moans, slamming down on my fingers like she’s riding a bull.
“Good girl,” I groan, slowing my fingers and letting her ride out her orgasm. The sound of her heavy panting above me is the most beautiful sound.
Once she finally stills, I slowly slide my fingers out of her, the wet sound making my dick strain. I bring my fingers up between us, loving the way the stars above us are reflected in her blown out pupils.
“Do you taste as sweet as you sound?” I rasp, pulling her closer by her neck with my free hand and squeezing.
Her eyes flutter like last time, and I love it.
I think Maisie might like being choked. “Open,” I demand, and, like the obedient girl she is, her lips part eagerly.
“Tongue out.” The splay of her wide tongue is downright sexual, I want to capture it in my mouth, but I have better ideas for it right now.
I shove my ring and middle finger down her throat, pressing down on her tongue and capturing my dripping pointer finger between my lips at the same time, sucking off her sweet cum.
Her lips close around my two fingers, sucking on them like a lollipop.
Her tongue swirls around, licking every inch of my fingers clean, and I groan as I do the same.
Our lips brush, and I can’t help but rip my hand away and capture her mouth in mine, tasting her on her tongue.
“Sweet as honey, just like I thought,” I moan into her mouth.
“That was,” she pants, dropping her forehead to mine, “so fucking good.” I can feel her smiling against my lips.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Mais. That was just the appetizer. Now you’re ready to take my cock.” I don’t give her a moment to catch her breath, my hands finding her hips to flip her over.
“Gray,” she giggles, trying to balance herself on all fours on the small truck bed.
“I love it when you call me that. It’s going to sound even sweeter when I have you screaming it again.” I drag my palms up the back of her thighs, gripping her ass cheeks that are staring me straight in the face. “Such a tease. Hands on the tailgate, Maisie.”
“Why?” she stutters.
I have her dress pulled over her hips and my palm smacking down against her bare flesh in seconds.
The loud crack of my palm on her ass fills the silence around us.
I should have asked first, but Maisie's responding moan is exactly what I hoped for.
My girl likes a little pain. “Now, Maisie,” I growl into her ear.
“Yes, sir,” she rasps, planting each palm on the tailgate in front of her.
“Spread your legs and let me see my pretty pussy,” I command. She uses the little space she has to inch her legs apart, putting her ass up on display for me perfectly. The glow of the moon lights up her soaked underwear. “Good girl,” I praise.
I saw how wet she got when I called her that earlier, and I’m willing to bet my life she has a praise kink. I can’t wait to find out what other kinks she has so I can explore them all with her.
“Now what?” she pants. I draw a whimper from her when I drag my palm over her soaked underwear, grinding the heel of my palm against her.
“Now, Maisie, I’m going to fuck you until an inch of your life and let the whole damn city hear your screams echoing off the canyon so they know who you belong to.” I rip the scrap of lace covering the parts of her I need, letting it fall to shreds on the ground.