Page 27 of Griz's Edge

“You looked into me? How much did you look?”

Now, why would she ask that?

“Got something to hide, sweets?”

“My life isn’t any of your business.” Marley shoves away, rolls, and goes to get out of her bed.

I let her do all of this before reaching for her. I grab her at the waist, drag her back into the bed roll her back to her back, and come over her. “Told you already I was making you my business. That you and me, we’re gonna work this shit out between the two of us.”

“And I told you, Griz, that it was only going to be one night. Night’s over. Time for you to go.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Why’s that?” There’s no missing the snarky tone in her voice.

“Because, Marley, baby, the way you lit up for me last night, no way in hell I won’t be getting back in there.”

“You’re delusional, Griz.”

“That’s not what you were saying the third and fourth time I fucked you.”

She’d been begging for me to take her harder. To give her everything I had to give, and I’d done it. I fucked her hard. Fucked her rough. Fucked her without holding back. Only during the last bout did I flip positions up to have her ride my cock while I watched her ride me. Damn, the sight was a beautiful thing, and I look forward to enjoying her riding me again.

Maybe I’ll even record her doing it. Get something for when I’m on a run. It’d be better than a damn photo, for sure. Especially with the way she goes wild for me.

“Screw you,” she snaps, shoves at my chest, her nostrils flaring. “Get off me.”

“I get off you, you gotta lose the attitude ‘cause we still have shit to talk about.”

We had to talk. Especially about the fact someone broke into her house, and she didn’t seem phased by it. Didn’t even blink. Just cleaned the shit up and went on with her business.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” She huffs, drops her hands, and glares.

“Baby, we do, and you know it.”

Deciding to change tactics. I roll off Marley, out of the bed, and snag my jeans off the floor. I pull them on, leaving them undone. I turn back to her and stretch a hand out to her. “Come on, sweets, let’s get some coffee and talk.”

Marley looks at me for a moment like she’s trying to decide whether or not she should or maybe could. Whichever, it didn’t matter. She was going to do it regardless.

Ignoring my hand, Marley gets out of the bed, walking–not bothered by being naked in front of me–to her bathroom, closing the door behind her. Moments later, she comes out, still naked, and walks straight to me. Only then does she squat down, grab my tee, and pull it on, covering her body.

Fuck me. I can see it now. She’s going to be a pain in my ass. But in my gut, I know it’ll be damn worth it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MARLEY

What the hell am I doing?

Why couldn’t I make him leave?

Instead of forcing him to go, I put his shirt on and made my way out of my room to the kitchen. If I was going to have to talk, without that much sleep, I needed coffee. Lots of coffee and substances.

Without a word, I prep my coffee, grab two slices of toast, and put them in the toaster before looking at Griz.

Damnit, all to hell. Why does he have to be so unbelievably good-looking?

“Do you want toast?”

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