Page 76 of Vengeful Secret

I head to the shower~, and he follows me. I strip off my clothes quickly, and Gray laughs at my exuberance, removing his own.

I see that scar on his hip again, trace my fingers along it, and he draws in a sharp breath before turning on the water and stepping under the spray.

“Who were you in a knife fight with?” I ask, since it’s a better time.

Gray chuckles. “Butch Wiggins.”

My eyes widen. “From high school? He’s not even in a clan, is he? Is he evenIrish?”

He chuckles. “No. He pulled a knife on me during a bar fight, and I took him down.”

I imagine Gray did, since Butch was about half his size. He’s got one of those attitudes that only small-statured men seem to have—like a chihuahua—small and angry.

I can’t help but laugh. “I thought it’d be a more exciting story.”

“I’ve got plenty of exciting stories, but that isn’t one of them.” He grips my hip in one hand after I step in and pulls me closer to him. “You looked so sexy shooting that gun.”

“I was?”

He hums.

“So were you.” I slide my hands over his chest.

His hands move to my ass, and he pulls me toward him, pressing his body against mine as he leans down to kiss me, hot and hungry.

Excitement rushes through me, and I kiss him back just as passionately.

He kisses me again and again, backing me up against the far wall and finally when he breaks from my mouth, he grunts and turns me around.

I bend over, pressing my ass against his erection, and Gray groans low in his chest.

The sound makes pleasure shoot through me, and I spread my thighs, planting my feet further apart.

I brace my hands on the wall, and Gray kneels down, licking a stripe across my sex to my clit.

I let out a quiet moan, not wanting Lara and Ciara to hear us.

“Wish I could make you scream for me,” Gray murmurs before pressing his face against my core, lapping at my clit until my thighs tremble.

I’m not quite there, but Gray stands up anyway.

I whine, and Gray chuckles.

“Want you to come while I’m inside you.”

Oh.

Before I saw him again at the tavern, I guess I’d almost forgotten how good we were together sexually. No other man has ever made me come like Gray does, multiple orgasms every time we’re together.

Gray places his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him as he enters me.

“Gray,” I whisper as he buries himself fully, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into me.

“Sutton,” he answers, ramming into me, pulling me back against him and making me quickly reach my peak.

He groans when I clench around him, but he doesn’t stop.

Spots appear in front of my vision as I squeeze my eyes shut, my thighs trembling so badly it’s a wonder I stay upright.

---