A heavy fist slams against the door and Grayson just winks. “Hold on, Ellie.”
Grayson gives me all that he has, and I can’t help screaming his name, desperately panting and trying to keep myself alive, as I’m damn sure that he’s trying to fuck me into the deepest pits of hell.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“THERE AIN’T NO FUCKING IN MY SHOP. GET OUT.”
I laugh harder and have no choice but to grip onto the edges of the table to keep from falling off. “Shit, yes. Grayson, give it to me.”
“Fucking hell, babe,” he groans low, his tone enough to have my orgasm sneaking up on me and threatening to wipe me out of existence.
My pussy clenches down around him and instantly starts convulsing as my climax rocks through me, but he doesn’t let up. Grayson hits me in that spot again and again as his fingers furiously rub tight little circles over my clit, making my eyes clench and my head tip back. My toes curl and I cry out his name, and just as I suck in a deep breath, Grayson tears out of me and comes hard with a loud, desperate groan, sending hot spurts of his seed shooting over my tits and making me feel like a fucking goddess.
Grayson grabs my hands and pulls me up so I’m sitting in front of him, and within seconds, his eyes are scanning over my body, looking at his handiwork with pride. He leans in and crushes his lips to mine. “You’re so fucking perfect, Ellie. I could fuck you all day.”
“Then take me home.”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Two fucking seconds before I break this fucking door down and beat your asses. Out. Now.”
“Fuck,” Grayson laughs, pulling back and quickly looking around. He finds the disinfectant wipes the tattoo artist had used on him and grabs a few fresh ones before quickly throwing them at me. He grabs his clothes and hastily starts getting dressed as I wipe myself off and yank my tank back over my head, leaving the bra for the car ride home.
As I jump off the table and hastily pull my pants back up my legs, Grayson crosses the room to the big window that leads to the back alley behind the shop. “After you, my thoroughly fucked queen.”
“Why, thank you,” I laugh, grabbing my shoes and bra and hauling ass toward the window. Grayson takes my hand and helps me up onto the windowsill, and as I meet his eyes, I grin back at him. “Who would have known that someone who could fuck like that could also be such a gentleman.”
“Trust me, I’m full of all kinds of secrets,” he promises me, and not a second later, he pushes me out the window and I drop down into the alley.
Grayson comes flying out after me just as we hear the door breaking free. “Hey,” the owner of the shop calls out.
Grayson’s hand falls into mine, and not a second later, we go racing down the alleyway, both laughing like a couple of hyenas. “Come on,” he roars.
I trip and fumble over my own feet, hardly able to contain myself as the laughter rips through me. We finally reach his Challenger and he all but throws me through the door as the owner comes storming out the front of his shop. “Get back here.”
Grayson dives into the driver’s seat, and before I even get a chance to catch my breath, he’s tearing down the street and putting distance between us and the shop. Though, there isn’t really a point in running. They know exactly who Grayson is and have all his contact information, but running is all part of the fun.
It takes us less than ten minutes to get back to our private road, and as Grayson drives past all the homes of our enemies, he looks across at me. “We have two choices,” he says. “I can either take you back to Carver’s place and share you with King and Cruz, or I can take you back to your place and have you all for myself.”
A grin kicks up the corner of my mouth and I feel my eyes sparkling with excitement. “As much as the thought of having all three of you at once excites me, I’ve not nearly had enough of you yet. And besides, I kinda want to throw you around and ride you like a cowgirl.”
His brow arches and a wicked smirk cuts across his face. “Just for the record,” he tells me, “I don’t give up control that easily. You’re really going to have to work for that.”
“Trust me,” I laugh. “I’ll have you begging for it in no time.”
Grayson scoffs as he sails right on by Carver’s gate and heads down the road toward mine. “So …” I continue. “Speaking of sharing, does this mean you’re on board?”