“Yours,” I breathed, an incantation. “Fuck me, please.”
“Do you want to know how many times I’ve rubbed my cock raw to you? I picture you sitting on my face, fat with my kid—” He swallowed.
My words were shallow with need. “You’d like that?”
“I think about lying in bed with you. Sideways, holding your belly as I slide my cock inside you.”
“Ungh…” A broken, needy sound left my lips as flashes of heat assaulted me. I was burning up, burning up beneath the blurring gold and silver antiques and scent of black cherry leaking from the hallway. I knew he had more to s
ay, because he looked away as if just saying the words took immense control.
“Tell me,” I begged, addicted to this fantasy. “Please.”
His eyes flashed back, dark.
“You sucking my cock.” He gripped my stomach, bruising. “Covered in my fucking teeth. Every inch of you marked and owned by me. On your knees begging for more.”
His lids hood with shame and desire, hungry even now, as if picturing it.
Oh God, I can’t breathe.
“I like you so much like this, I think I’ll have to keep you pregnant.”
Oh, fuck, how many kids does he want?
His pink lips stretched cruelly across his white teeth—he could read the words in my head, in the way only Grayson Crowne could.
“With you… When we’re living happily ever after. When I can hold your hand, wake up next to you, and I can drag you to me and kiss you in public and not have to worry about who will try to hurt you…”
I closed my eyes at the mental image.
“When I can fuck you and fill you with as many babies as I want…” His palm seared my flesh. “I’ll never stop. I’m going to fill you with so many fucking babies, Snitch.”
I opened my eyes to his dark ones, eyes popping. “What if I don’t want any more?”
He growled into my ear and it melted down my spine. “You shouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t want to be filled—”
The door behind us opened, and Grayson stopped cold.
“I’ve been looking for you.” West’s eyes trailed to me.
Grayson’s grip bruised, and I could feel his need, feel the anger and heat and angst in his touch. This was ripping him apart—it was ripping me apart. We weren’t even a day into this shaky truce and it was starting to crack and crumble.
Could we withstand another day like today?
“We just have to survive it,” I whispered, low enough for only Grayson to hear.
West shut the door, leaning against it. “You’re going to have to accept that we’re a team now.”
“What are you bringing to this partnership, West?” I snapped.
He leaned back, folding his arms. “I could tell you that whatever you plan to do, if you wait, my father won’t be around to watch. He’s leaving before New Year’s.”
“Why?” Both he and Beryl? None of this felt right. Grayson and I shared a look.
“He expects me to continue looking on my own.” West rubbed his jaw. “I think he’s following Beryl.”
Grayson still hadn’t let me go, and West looked between us, at me and then Grayson who adjusted his hard-on, unashamed.