Both eyebrows popped up. “You weren’t saying that when you were screaming more, thighs digging into my head.”
My face was hot, and I prayed it was too dark to see my embarrassment.
“No kissing,” I said. “No looking into your eyes. Who was my orgasm for, Gray?” Something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before I could see. “You take but pretend you’re giving.”
He stretched his neck, raising chiseled golden arms. “If you want my cock, just ask for it, Snitch.”
I know what he’s doing. I’m starting to see through it. He thinks if he’s crude and brash it will scare me away. Because then no one gets close to Grayson Crowne. Grayson Crowne holds the key to his heart, his soul, and if you happen to stumble too close to the gate, he throws the key in the fucking sewer and acts like it never existed.
“Would you really give it to me?” I rubbed over his sweats, along the hard, tapered outline of his cock. “I think you won’t.”
“Go for it,” he said, sounding choked.
“What if I said I wanted you inside me? Isn’t that what you’re waiting for?”
His back was rigid against the bed, but his eyes were locked on mine, burning. Searing. Jaw clenched so tight.
I slid my fingers beneath the waistband, grasping hot flesh. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my fingers barely fit around his girth.
“You don’t want me to look you in the eyes. You don’t want me to kiss you. You don’t want me.”
I climbed down his chest, further down until I was at his jutting hips, his hard cock.
“I see through you, Grayson Crowne. You’re not ashamed. You’re not saving yourself for someone better. You’re scared.”
His eyes sharpened on a glare, but then I lowered his sweats a fraction of an inch, and he released a rocky breath.
“You were the little boy whose nose was broken because he dared to care; now you’re the man who refuses to let that happen to his heart. I understand what my uncle meant now. You have the biggest heart of anyone, so you wrap it in thorns.”
“You think I care about you?” he gritted. “Don’t read into this, Story. I’m just another person in your life who doesn’t want you.”
His words ripped into my chest, tore jagged, irreparable lines down my soul. But I wouldn’t let him see that. He’d already taken too much.
I stared back, unflinching. “The thorns make you bleed the most.”
His eyes burned raw emotion.
There he was again, my Grayson.
I tore down his pants, exposing his iron-hard cock.
“Can I look you in the eyes like this?” I asked, finding his eyes. “Can I kiss you like this?” I wrapped my lips around his cock.
“Fuck.” He threw his head against the carved wood headboard, still watching me.
I followed his lead, swallowed, sucked, licked him, anything to get his jaw tighter, the look in his eyes burning darker. He pulled the hair out of my face, fisting it, like he wanted a clearer look at me.
I think two kisses shouldn’t be enough for me to love him. I kept thinking that, even as the days wove into weeks. I kept waiting for something inside me to snap. I’d worked for the Crownes for years. I knew humiliation. But the thing inside me grew.
Maybe it isn’t love.
Maybe it’s obsession. Maybe I’m obsessed.
“I’m going to come,” he gritted. “Stop right now if you don’t want me in your fucking mouth.”
I kept going. Going until hot, wet spurts laved my tongue and hit the back of my throat while he groaned my name. My name.
Story.