Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
My hands flexed on her hips, pulling her closer until her chest crushed to mine.
There were a hundred reasons this was a terrible idea. Not the least of which being someone could be outside, look up, and see.
Suddenly, though, I didn’t care.
Gracie’s hands slid down the sides of my neck, then moved around the back of my neck, pressing closer to me as her lips pressed deeper.
My own were helpless but to respond, to slant, to nip, to run my tongue across hers, my lips muffling her little sighs.
It wasn’t long before she was wriggling, writhing, aching for something more.
What was my choice?
To push her away?
To reject her?
No.
No, it wasn’t even an option.
I couldn’t have what I wanted.
Not without guilt and consequence.
But I could let her take from me what she needed.
Gracie shifted, dropping down on my lap.
A deep, long moan escaped her as the center of her pressed against my hard length.
My hands shifted down, sinking into her ass, dragging her against me again. And again.
It wasn’t long before she didn’t need any help.
She rocked, rolled, ground down.
The kiss got needy and reckless.
Her teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a growl out of me.
My hands drifted up under her shirt, desperate for her bare skin against my palms.
And the way she shivered had every muscle in my body tightening.
Her movements got faster, more desperate.
Then her lips broke from mine, her head falling back with a throaty moan.
My hands went down to her ass again, dragging her down more firmly against me.
“Take what you need,” I said, my lips going to her neck, my tongue tracing up her throat.
A little whimper escaped her, but she ground down and rocked harder, faster, driving herself up until her muscles were tensing, until her body was shaking.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my lips by her ear. “Come for me.”
Then she was.
Her body shuddered.
I grabbed the back of her neck, pressing her mouth to my neck to muffle her cries, not sure how far sound carried from the glass room. It never occurred to me to care before.
She clung to me after, little aftershocks racking her body.
And fuck if I didn’t go ahead and wrap my arms around her, keep her close.
Then, once she was calm again, I leaned back, shifting my legs open so her ass fell between them, hopefully making her less aware that my own desire was still painfully evident.
Her legs draped over my thigh; her side rested against my chest.
Neither of us said anything.
We just sat like that.
And, little by little, I felt her body going lax, her breathing going slow and deep.
Glancing down, I saw her eyes closed, her face all soft and sweet in sleep.
What did I do?
I held her.
For an hour.
Then two.
Until the barest hints of gold started to spread across the sky.
Only then did I force myself to slowly lower her down to the ground, pushing a pillow under her neck, then spreading a blanket over her body.
I wouldn’t let myself look back as I made my way to the trapdoor then disappeared down the ladder.
As expected, a couple of the girls were out cold in the bunks in the basement, so I was careful to creep up the steps so I didn’t wake anyone, so they wouldn’t put things together if they saw Gracie come down in the morning.
I was about to make my way to my bedroom when voices in the common area made me pause.
Then there was Layna at the table.
Spike and Cain were also sitting there.
Mostly naked.
Catching my brow raise, Cain shook his head. Spike let out a huff of a laugh. “When we ran out of cash, she accepted clothes,” Spike admitted.
I barely noticed them.
With how closely Layna was looking at me.
All I could do was cross my fingers that she crashed in the prospect room so she didn’t go down and see Gracie missing from the bunk.
Because I’d managed to hold myself back from getting any kind of relief with Gracie.
It would be fucking criminal if I got caught and kicked out just for letting her take what she needed from me.
Layna’s shrug felt loaded.
But I chose not to harp on it as I turned and made my way into my room and right into a cold shower.
It didn’t help.
All I could do after was lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Gracie, and trying to ignore the feeling in my chest that I knew was something more than desire.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gracie
The sun on my face was what finally pulled me out of a deep sleep.
There was a dull pounding in my temples from the margaritas the day before, but cutting myself off early in the night meant it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been in the past.
It wasn’t my head that was the issue.
Oh, no.
That was my back.