Worth More Than Money (Worth It 3)

We were surrounded by tools and supplies as the rain came down harder. Battering so hard against the roof and the walls that I couldn’t hear myself think. I’d missed that feeling in my life. The happiness and carefree nature that came with being young and adventurous. The last time I’d felt anything near it, I’d left North Dakota with my stuff in trash bags and my foot hanging out the window of Andy’s car.

But when I eyes locked with Gray’s, I felt that same sensation for the second time in the span of ten minutes.

Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his face before all fell dark again. His eyes were locked on me with an intense gaze. His hands were balled up in fists at his sides. Thunder cracked and I jumped again, causing Gray to take another step towards me.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

I felt his heat and heard his breathing coming in short pants. As another bolt of lightning parted the skies, the electricity between us crackled. My back pressed into a wall that was being rain-battered and wind-blown, with nothing but a man I couldn’t resist standing in front of me. I tried to refrain from acting on my urges. I tried to tell myself this was platonic. That he was being kind, and the second I took him he would become possessive again. Demanding again. Controlling again.

But his gravitational pull was stronger than my will to resist it, and I found my hand reaching out for his shirt and pulling him towards me.

“Michelle, what are you—?”

Then my lips silenced him and his hands dropped to my hips.

Chapter 19

Grayson

For a second, I froze. Her lips pressed against mine and her fist held my shirt tightly, but I debated on stepping away. I had made her a promise. No requirements. No sex. Just a gentleman who wanted what was best for her and our child. But her lips molded to mine and her tongue swiped against my skin, and finally I couldn’t bear it any longer. Seeing her standing on my terrace in the sun that morning had knocked something loose inside my mind. She looked so right standing there, and the dream I’d had earlier about taking her against those windows came flooding back to my memory. She was so beautiful in the morning light. So delicate and precious. It forced me to change my plans on the spot simply to spend time with her.

And now, I was going to get the chance to be inside her sweet, sexy body again.

My hands fell to her hips and slipped effortlessly into her panties. She spread her legs for me as our tongues collided. I pinned her to the wall as the storm raged outside, swaying the walls of the building and coating my grapes in much-needed rain. I moaned at her wetness. How warm she already was for me. It felt like a miracle, getting to feel her again. To smell her again.

Shit, I wanted to taste her again.

I fell to my knees in front of her body with every intent to worship her. I slid her panties down those beautiful legs and helped her step out of them. I kissed up her calf. Up her thigh. Up her pelvis. I sucked on her hip as her hands twisted into my hair, pulling my face to where she wanted it the most. I bunched up her beautiful dress and sank my tongue into her depths, shivering at the heat that fluttered down my spine. She tasted divine. Like the sweetest grapes to ever be plucked from my vineyard.

Swirling my tongue around her clit, her sounds were swallowed by the thunder covering our tracks. I pressed her hips into the wall, pinning her motions while I devoured her. My entire mouth cupped her pussy. My tongue flattened against her walls. Back and forth. Side to side. Playing her like a game as her legs quivered against my chest. Her juices dripped down my chin. Coated my cheeks. Filled my nostrils. I was drowning in her, and it was a death I would happily meet if it meant I got to die with her on my lips.

“Gray. Yes. Oh, you know exactly what I need. Please. Give me more. Give me you. Please. I want you, Gray. Don’t stop.”

Her words were hot and I felt something inside me burst. I pressed my tongue deep against her clit, holding her as she jolted against my face. Moans and whimpers fells from her lips. Her legs contracted and released with her pleasure. Her curves jumped for me as I massaged her hips, catching every last droplet of her upon my tongue.

The heady feeling her taste gave me spun the outbuilding around my head.

I shot up to my feet and pulled my cock out of my pants. I gathered her in my arms, wanting to feel her cling to me as I took her. As I coated this place with her. She wrapped herself around me and buried her face into the crook of my neck, moaning as I guided myself into her thick heat. I pinned her to the wall, my hands planted beside her head, and I watched the lightning break in her emerald eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly.

It was an honest question. One I had no answer to. My feelings for her were dangerous. My want to believe the best of her was dangerous. And yet, I still couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t resist the tug of her pussy and I couldn’t resist the feeling of her nails digging into me. The way her heels dug into my back and the way she fit perfectly around my body. It was as if Michelle had been made for me. Carved for my body from a deity who deemed me worthy enough to drown myself in her excess.

I pounded into her, growling and grunting like the wild animal she made me.

The wild animal I was proud to be when sunk into her body.

Crashing my lips to hers, I swallowed her moans. The storm raged louder, with thunder and lightning crackling and popping at the same time. The outbuilding shook. The ground beneath us rattled. The wind whipped around the building and the roof creaked, drowning out my cries of pleasure as I released her lips.

“Fucking hell, Michelle! Ah!”

“Harder, Gray. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop, Gray!”

I slammed into her one last time, shooting cum so deep into her body it hurt. I roared out into the room, tossing my head back as my hands fell deeply into the wall beside her head. Her pussy fluttered so hard around me I couldn’t even count the beats. The ripples turned into a single clamp that shook her body and rendered Michelle speechless. Her legs wrapped tighter around me. Her pussy pulled me deeper than I ever felt I could be inside a woman. My head fell forward and she caught me with her own forehead while we drank up one another’s gasping breaths.

Her arms slid back around my neck and she buried her face into me, a smile creeping across her cheeks. I pulled my cock from between her legs and wrapped my arms around her, smiling along with her. The room spun. My body shook with pleasant exhaustion. I held my entire world in my arms, my child included.

Then, those damn voices started up.