Dirty Rich Betrayal - Love Me Forever - Mia & Grayson

“Then what would you do to me?” I challenge, sounding breathless, feeling breathless. “Because if you’re going to tie me up, you can’t just leave me there unattended.”

His lips curve, his beautiful lips that can be both gentle and oh so punishing. “We both know I wouldn’t leave you there.” Oh yes, we do, I think, my only thought before his lips come down on my lips, a dark demand in the slide of his tongue that follows. I know this side of Grayson, and I know right now is not all that, unlike earlier this morning. This is all about burning fast, wicked, hot demand. He owns me right now, and I don’t fight that need in him. I think—I think it’s what I need, too.

He proceeds to strip us both naked, turn me over, and slide a finger along my sex, testing my readiness before he gives my backside a smack. I arch into the touch, and he drives into me. He fucks me then—rough, dirty, and an edge of urgency in every thrust of his hips that ends with us on our backs, staring at the ceiling, panting out breaths. At the same moment, we turn to face each other and my fingers curl on his jaw. “You’re still angry.”

“Not at you, baby.” He kisses me, then pushes off the bed, bringing me a towel, and then grabs his pants, clearly avoiding this conversation.

I sit up, but I make no attempt to dress. My clothes are the least of my worries right now. I scoot to the edge of the bed and study him, only slightly distracted by his perfect abs. “Grayson,” I say softly. He pulls his T-shirt over his head, his green eyes meeting mine for a piercing second before he answers my unspoken question.

“I’m fine, Mia.” He sits down next to me and pulls on his boots.

“‘Fine’ is a word women define as ‘not fine.’ You know that, right?”

He stands and takes me with him.

“I’m fine,” he repeats. “I promise. It’s you that I’m worried about.”

“I’m fine.”

“So fine is okay if it’s you, but not if it’s me?”

“I really am fine.”

“And it’s my job as your future husband to make sure you stay that way. Get dressed. I want to take you to eat and make another little stop before we head to the airport.”

“I thought Walker was sending men to pick us up?”

“We’ll meet them at the airport.” He cups my face and then gives my naked body a once over. “You’re beautiful.” He kisses me. “Now get dressed. I need to make a phone call.” He heads to the doorway and just when he would disappear, I call out.

“Wait.”

He turns and glances back at me.

“Do you know why I’m really fine right now?”

“Why?”

“Because I woke up with you. Because I’m marrying you. And because today, we’ve had two chances to get pregnant with our first child.”

His expression softens instantly, and he’s back across the room, enclosing me in his arms, molding me close. And even better, he’s smiling. “You know why I’m fine?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to be my wife and the mother of my children. And because the very fact that you might be pregnant is a good reason to rush the wedding. Now, get dressed.”

He turns and walks away, but not before casting me another look and a smile. I’ve made him smile again. I’ve made him happy again. At least for now.

CHAPTER FIVE

Grayson

I step into the kitchen, pour the last cup of coffee, and once it’s doctored to my liking, I dial Blake. “Grayson, my man,” he answers on the first ring. “How’s Mia?”

This is what I like about this man. He cares. And he knows what I care about. “She says she’s fine.”

“Fine,” he says dryly. “Fine from a woman makes me say, ‘oh fuck.’”

Another reason I like this man. He couldn’t give a fuck that I employ him and that I have loads of cash. He does him.

“Exactly,” I agree, running a hand through my hair. “I’m worried that I’m taking her back to the city too soon, but right now, that’s what she wants. That’s where she wants to be. Home is calling her.”

“She was away from home for a long time. I say let her go home. You’re one chopper ride from getting out of the city. I’ve seen a lot of these situations, the trauma effect, and sometimes routine and stability is the best thing for the person.”

“And when does the storm hit?”

“It doesn’t always happen. She’s back with you. She feels stable. But that counselor I told you about is excellent. She’ll come to Mia. And you. How are you holding up, man?”

“You tell me. How important is this meeting today? Where are we on ending this?”

“I just wanted to debrief you and talk through the press situation for the week.”