do the legendary.”
I loved her strength, her determination.
But it scared me.
Death surrounded us.
“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Please. More. While you’re here, while we can.”
She arched into my cock and, fuck, I wanted her. There was a piece inside of her that she wouldn’t share with me. A piece of him that was hurting her.
And it just felt…wrong.
Wrong to fuck her when she was still keeping secrets.
Wrong to fuck her when I wanted to rip them from her, bloody and raw.
I pulled her against my body. “Sit with me. I want to get drunk on you.”
Twenty-Four
STORY
Grayson pulled me against his chest, and for a while, we lay like that as he absently stroked me—my hair, my shoulders, my back…everywhere. He slid his arm under my shoulder, wrapping it across my chest and bracketing my entire body from neck to stomach. He slid his other between my thighs, hand digging into my hip.
I sucked in air at the position.
He held me like that for I don’t know how long. Caged and at his mercy, tight against him, like he was afraid I would vanish into smoke.
“He’s going to try to screw us, going to try to double-cross you,” I said.
“I’m counting on it,” Grayson gritted. “But the day before you left for Scotland, you said we have the one thing he won’t see coming. The one thing none of them will see coming.”
I lifted my head to see his sparkling blue eyes, like an early ocean morning. “Trust, little wife.”
Wow.
I melted back into his chest.
“I missed your tired voice,” I whispered. “I missed falling asleep to the gravel in my ears and waking up to the sun and your smile.”
He pulled me closer, pressing his lips to my neck. “Yeah? What else did you miss?” Goose bumps rose along my arms at the low hitch in his voice, as much as the way he hardened beneath me.
“You. This. Us in the dark.”
“Did you know she’s about the size of a Meyer lemon now?” He trailed his nose along my neck, a dark possession wafting off him.
I let out a breath. “No way.”
“I looked it up and that was the comparison they gave me. Even though it feels like the universe is conspiring against us, sometimes I think the universe is talking to us. Sending us a message. I don’t know…” I swallowed as his grip on my stomach spanned wide, strong. “She’s probably bigger now, actually. I checked a while ago, and you’re…”
“Bigger,” I said.
“Yeah,” he croaked. “Even though she’s bigger than a lemon, I want to think of her that way. We don’t have a name for her, anyway…our little Meyer lemon.”
He was iron against my ass and I wanted him like fucking air. I ground against him mindlessly but he held on to my hip, holding me still.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I used to look in the mirror and see you everywhere. But now… My bruises have faded.”
“You want bruises? Here?” His thumb traced my hip and I whimpered. “Or here?” I groaned as he trailed his touch down to my inner thigh.
Yes. I wanted that. Everywhere.
“What happened the last time I bit you?” he growled.
West. The bite was still fresh.
He slid his hand from my stomach and yanked my head back, so my eyes met his. “Don’t be so fucking reckless, little wife.”
“What about here?” I lifted my ring finger, where his bite had long since left me. “Who will know what it means? I can say I slammed it in the door or something. It could be another secret we have.”
From the world.
From everyone.
He groaned. “Fucking trouble.” But then he slid my finger into his mouth.
Slow.
His tongue swirling around the digit, eyes burning on me and palm digging harder into my stomach. Heating up my lungs until l had to part my lips to let go of the steam.
Then he bit.
I arched and he bruised his fingers into my inner thigh, holding me in place, his cock throbbing against my ass. His fingers inched higher, into the soft skin creasing my groin.
On the edge—like me.
“More,” I begged.
He released my finger, wet, red, and throbbing. He licked the newly formed indentations, blue eyes never straying from mine.
“Please. You can bruise me in other ways…” I whispered. “You can bruise me inside. Where only I can feel it.”
“Little wife…” He groaned deep—a surrender. “Tell me to stop.”
Of course I couldn’t tell him no.
I could never tell him.
But fear and worry rolled through me in waves.
Who needs to die for you to