Wait For Me

He’s claiming me.

Branding me.

Owning me.

And it’s hot as hell.

My arms begin to shake. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on, but I’m not ready for this to end.

“Hold on, baby, I’m almost there.”

“Oh, God. Grayson,” I moan. “I’m so close.”

He’s fucking me with everything he has, pumping his hips in a rhythm that has me squirming beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful, Nora. I want to see you come, baby. Let go for me.”

Before I can tell him I’m already there, my body shatters around his. Grayson groans against the back of my neck as he explodes into me. Together we collapse against the hood of the car.

We stay here, with him panting on top of me, for what feels like forever, and I’m in no hurry to move.

Eventually, he slides out of me and steps back. “Wait here.”

I look over my shoulder and watch him tuck his cock into his pants. He walks across the room, grabs a clean shop rag, and walks back to me.

“Turn around.”

I obey, and he lowers himself between my legs. Gently, he cleans me off, and before he stands up, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.

So tender.

So sweet.

I love you.

I want so badly to say the words, but I don’t know if he’s ready yet. I’ll give him some time. Some things in life are worth waiting for, and Grayson Calhoun is one of them.

33

Nora

“Dinner was great. Thank you for cooking.” Duke wraps an arm around my shoulders.

I glance at Grayson, waiting for him to make an offhanded comment about Duke finding his own woman, but he’s busy staring at his phone.

When he does look up a few seconds later, his eyes are hard and unyielding.

“Duke, will you take the kids down to the lake? I’d like a few minutes alone with Nora.”

“What’s going on?” I ask, only to be ignored.

Grayson’s eyes shift from me to Duke, and my blood runs cold.

“Everything okay?” Duke asks.

Grayson shakes his head and waits quietly while his brother rounds up the kids.

“Grayson, you’re scaring me.” I walk up to him, but he holds up a hand and steps back.