Page 23 of Three to Fall

The look in his eyes burned with heat. “I don’t want to wreck anything between you and Hawk and Chaos.” But his hands were back on my thighs, skimming up beneath my skirt, settling on my hips while his moved beneath me.

God, he felt good. Thick and hard beneath his pants. He was so attractive, in a completely different way than Hawk and Hayden. Where they were rough, Grayson was polished. Where they were leather jackets and dirty jeans, he was suits and scrubs. Where they were messy hair and stubble, he was strong, clean-shaven jawline and piercing eyes.

“You aren’t wrecking anything. Only making it better.”

He lifted one hand to my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. When he snaked his hand to the back of my neck and dragged me down so he could kiss me, my body responded eagerly, falling onto him, bracing myself on his strong chest while his mouth moved on mine.

Our tongues came together, exploring, deepening the kiss until he rolled us, so he was on top. He lay between my widespread legs, grinding over my pussy and kissing me until my nipples beaded and I was making desperate little moaning sounds, needy for more.

But Grayson took his time, never stopping the friction between us and then adding to it when he slid a hand to my breast, groping and fondling me there, above my clothes, checking my reaction to everything he did.

“More,” I begged, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, knowing what I wanted and needing him to get there faster. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his warm skin and the solid expanse of his chest. Surprise flickered at the smattering of tattoos on his chest and shoulders. Nowhere near as many as Hayden and Hawk had, but I hadn’t been expecting any. My fingers roamed across them greedily, flicking his nipples with my thumbs, then trailing my hands lower over his abs.

He only let me get a tiny touch before he was rearing back, lifting me up on the bed so he could take off my top.

I shivered, the cooler air hitting my heated skin. But it was instantly chased away by the desire in Grayson’s eyes, his gaze roaming my body.

I reached behind me, undoing my bra and letting the cups fall away. My breasts were heavy and full, aching for his touch, my nipples tightly beaded and desperate for his mouth.

I realized with a start I didn’t feel self-conscious. How could I when he stared at me like he’d just unwrapped the most perfect of gifts?

“Lie back, Kara,” he murmured. “Let me see all of you.”

I fell back against the pillows, anticipation roaring through me when he tugged my elastic-waisted skirt down my hips, taking my panties with him.

His gaze burned, staring at my body for the first time. “I’ve thought about getting you naked so many times, Kara. Not one of those daydreams even came close to the real thing.” He trailed a finger from the hollow of my neck, down between my breasts, and over my stomach, where he flattened his palm to go lower, brushing over my mound. “God, you’re beautiful.”

His compliments would have once made me feel uncomfortable. But now I drank them in. Accepting them for the truth I could hear in his voice. He had no reason to lie to me. Noreason to tell me I was beautiful if he didn’t think that was the truth.

The thing was, when he looked at me like that, I felt beautiful too. Desired. Wanted. Hayden and Hawk had reminded me time and time again that Josiah’s taunts had no place in this clubhouse. No place in my head. Every day they’d been erasing them with the truth, and now Grayson’s touch did the same.

I was worthy of their touch. Of their admiration.

They didn’t want me just as a place to put their dicks. I was worthy of more than what I’d always been led to believe.

All women were.

And the three men I’d found knew it.

I reached for his pants. Unbuttoning them, needing to see him as much as he wanted to see me. He helped, tugging them down, getting off the bed to remove them completely, his erection straining behind his underwear.

His hand trailed to his package, palming it slowly, rubbing it through the fabric while he stared at my body laid out for him on the bed. “Tell me you want me like I want you. Fuck, Kara. I need to hear you say it.”

His hand slipped beneath the elastic of his underwear.

My heart beat faster. I copied his movements, brushing my fingers over my mound and then lower to rub my clit.

He groaned at my leg falling to one side, giving him a better view of my fingers at work and the gleaming slit of my pussy, already wet and needy from the dry humping we’d been doing.

With one hand he dragged off his underwear, the other fisting his cock and stroking it slowly but deliberately.

He was thick. Hard. A perfect length so I knew when he was in me I’d feel it in exactly the right spot. I ached at the thought, needing him there, spearing deep inside me, filling the void. “You can have me,” I whispered. “I’m ready.”

But he didn’t come closer. The corner of his mouth flicked up in a sweet smile. “I just can’t stop looking at you. I don’t think you have any idea how gorgeous you are like that, your fingers on your clit, your pussy wet for me. Fucking hell, Kara. I want you so bad right now. But watching you finger yourself wasn’t on my bingo card, and now I really want it to be.”

I burned with a mixture of pleasure and desire at his dirty words, wanting to please him further. I slipped two fingers inside myself, coating them in my juices and pumping them in and out a few times to ease the ache.

His eyes flared with heat, watching me put on a show for him, one I never would have had the guts to do if Hayden and Hawk hadn’t walked into my life and taught me that I was more than just a vessel for producing babies.

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