Worth Billions (Worth It 1)

“Come back, pretty girl. Come rest that pussy on my face.”

“Goodnight,” I said.

Then I turned my back to him and stalked off to my room. I stalked off to think about the two sides of Grayson I’d come to know existed. The strong, husky, considerate side; and the drunken, horny, fuck-it-all side. I couldn’t stomach it. I couldn’t be with another man like that. Andy had given me a run for my money with that shit, and I couldn’t afford to take another chance like that. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, then locked it for good measure.

I didn’t want Grayson barging in on me like Andy used to and getting any drunken ideas.

I tumbled my body into bed and closed my eyes. That kiss seemed so far away now. It had been perfect and had rendered me breathless, leaving me aching for more. So much so that I faked reading a damn book to stay up and see him in. He had me, hook line and sinker. Until he came stumbling through those doors and showed me his true colors.

Were those his true colors?

Or was this part of his grieving process?

It didn’t matter. None of it did. The bottom line was I’d gotten rid of Andy and I wasn’t going to replace him with another version that happened to have a decent side to him, sometimes, anyway.

I was better than that. I had to be.

I didn’t have any other choice.

“Damn it, Gray,” I said with a whisper.

Then I dabbed at a tear as it slowly leaked from my eye. Because I could still feel his strong grip around my wrists.

A grip I wished was on my hips right now.

Chapter 13

Grayson

Damn, my head hurt. Light poured through the window and splashed me right in my damn eyes. I squeezed them shut and rolled over, promptly tumbling off the damn couch.

I’d fallen asleep on the couch?

With a groan, I flopped down onto my stomach. The inside of my mouth tasted like I’d been licking tires. My head pounded so hard I thought it was going to split right in half. What the hell happened last night? Why the fuck was I on the couch? Why did my body feel like it was two steps away from plummeting into the bowels of hell?

I drew in a deep breath before dragging myself off the floor. I stumbled against the wall, my head banging into it. Fuck. My legs didn’t even work. The room tilted and my stomach rolled with nausea as splashes of memories from the night before came back.

Beers.

Darts.

Andy.

“Shit,” I said.

I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes and drew in a deep breath. Shower. I needed a hot shower. I needed steam up my nostrils and the sweat and grime of that dank bar washed off of my skin. My hand slid along the hallway as my vision pounded and I counted out the doors. One door. Two doors. Three doors on the left coming from the living room. I pushed the door open and ran my knee into the corner of the bathroom counter.

“Shit!”

I slammed the door behind me and peeled my clothes off. They were sticky and gross, smelling like they needed to be burned. I turned on the hot water and stepped into the stream, washing away the cobwebs from my mind. Grabbing the soap, I sighed with relief, feeling the dirt slide from my skin.

More and more memories assaulted me as I soaped up my body, and soon my annoyance turned into shock.

The kiss with Michelle. It throbbed my cock as it hearkened to the images. The feel of her curves against my body. The excess falling into my palms. The heat of her lips pressed against mine.

And that tongue.

Oh, so sweet.