Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,92

dick, slowly running my hand over his pulsing shaft.

A squeal passes through my lips when he grips me under the armpits, pulling me up his body before rolling us over, him on top.

“My turn,” he rasps, licking my neck.

I arch my back, moaning when he hits the sensitive spot on my neck.

“You were on top last time,” I remind him, tensing my thighs around him as I roll us again. This time, the bed isn’t there to catch us.

I cry out when we land on the floor, yet Clayton only lets out a small groan before reaching for me again, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me towards him, taking my lips in a fiery kiss.

I grind myself on him, causing wetness to pool between my legs as I begin to pulse with need.

He clutches the straps of my knickers, tearing them from my body.

“Oh God,” I moan, rubbing my clit against his hardness.

“Fuck!”

A whimper escapes me when he presses his thumb over my clit, rubbing in a circular motion.

“Condom,” I breathe out, digging my fingers into his biceps.

“Jeans. On the edge of the bed,” he rasps out, before proceeding to kiss down my chest. He takes my nipple into his mouth, leaving it tender when he reaches for the other.

I lift up a little, blindly patting my way across the bed until I feel the denim under my fingers. I pull the jeans down, searching his pockets for his wallet and pulling a condom from the stash he only topped up this morning.

Clear liquid spills from the top of his cock as I slowly roll the condom over his hardness.

I rise to my knees as he grabs his cock, pumping it once, twice, whilst pressing his thumb harder against my clit, driving me wild.

I moan, finding it hard to keep still as I lower myself over him, my pussy tightening around him.

“Oh God,” I groan, placing my hands on his chest for balance.

It feels so good to have him inside of me; tingles shoot through my stomach.

“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my hip with one hand, his attention on his dick sliding in and out of me as I thrust up and down.

The carpet burns my knees as I push myself down harder, speeding up my movements, my body chasing the orgasm I know is coming.

Clayton reaches up, kissing his way down my neck before biting the tops of my breasts. I moan through the pleasure as I arch my back, causing my chest to push out.

He licks over the bite mark, and my entire body shudders at the sensation, goose bumps breaking out all over my body.

I ground myself down harder, our skin slapping together in a mad frenzy.

The tips of my fingers dig into his chest as I cry out my orgasm, electricity shooting through my veins. Clayton follows, gripping me tighter as his body tenses, shuddering through his own orgasm.

Our sweat mingles together when I fall against his chest, both of us breathing hard.

I blow hair out of my face, resting my chin on his chest as I look up at him. “Can’t we just spend the next two days in bed?” I moan, pressing a kiss to his pec.

He runs a hand down my hair, smiling. “And ruin tomorrow? No chance. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I have something planned that I’m hoping you’ll enjoy.”

I smile, kissing him once more before dropping my head on his shoulder, exhausted. “How can I say no to that?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

The message still says the same thing, no matter how many times I read it. My stomach churns as I read it once more.

BEAU: Another break-in happened last night. A man in his eighties was severely beaten to death. His wife was found tied to the end of her bed, forced to watch. It’s not confirmed, but they think she died of a heart attack just before the police got there. I know I had my reservations about this, but I’m in. All in.

My phone slips out of my hand as the door to our room opens.

Clayton steps through, a bag in one hand while the other pulls out his earphones. Sweat beads on his head and neck, soaking into his grey hoody.

He frowns when he looks up, seeing me on the bed. “Is everything okay?”

I nod, forcing a smile as I slide my phone under the bed. “Yeah. Did you enjoy your run?” I sniff, smelling the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cooked bacon. “My God, please tell me that