Page 44 of Griz's Edge

“Sniper had your dad’s number and gave it to me. I called him, and he’s on his way here.”

I stare at Griz for a long moment, just staring.

“I’m sorry, did you just say you called my dad? Without me, I might add, and he’s on the way?”

“Yeah.” Griz’s voice deepens and becomes gruffer. “If you’re wantin’ me to apologize, I’m not. What I will do is tell you that he now knows someone tried to kill you. He didn’t like the sound of it, told us not to let anyone get near your car until he gets here.”

“He said that?”

Of course, he would like the sounds of someone trying to kill me, but he’d have demanded to talk to me.

Griz nods and backs me farther into the room, his fingers gripping the bottom of the hoodie he’d given me. “How’s your back feel?”

It hurt, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, instead, I shrug. “It’s fine.”

“Liar.” A smirk curls on his lips, and he strips the hoodie from me, taking the shirt with it. “Guess I’m gonna have to show you what happens when you lie to me.”

“Guess so,” I utter, my breath catching in my lungs.

The thought of him touching me is enough to get me going. Already, I was wet and needy for him to be inside me, but I still wanted to have fun first.

“Take your pants off, Marley,” he orders, taking a step back and removing his own clothes.

I do as he says and go to my knees right there in the middle of his room to help him with his jeans.

Griz’s cock springs free of the jeans he’s wearing, and I curl my fingers around the thick shaft. I lick my lips and look up to see Griz’s eyes locked on me. Beautiful dark orbs filled with lust stare back at me, heightening the thrill for me.

I stroke him as I lean forward, eyes still trained upward to hold his gaze as I take him in my mouth. Griz groans, one hand coming to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Suck my cock like a good, sweet girl.”

Okay, the raspiness of his voice shoots tingles all along my spine.

I do as he tells me, taking him as deep as I can and swallow, earning another groan of approval from him. Taking my time, I suck him how I want, his fingers guiding the way with the tug and tightening of his fingers.

“Fuckin’ love your mouth on my cock, baby. You don’t know how hot it is watching you suck me off.”

I wanted more than just to suck his cock—I wanted him to fuck my face.

Griz must read my mind because no sooner I think it, he tightens his fingers more, and he holds my head still while he thrusts his cock with quick short movements. “You’re gonna take me to your throat, sweets. I wanna come done that pretty little throat of yours.”

Quickening his movements, I also relax my throat. I could feel the pulse of his cock and moan as the first jets of his cum hitthe back of my throat. I tighten my lips around him and moan, sucking every last drop from him.

Griz lets out a ragged breath, pulls his cock from my mouth, and reaches down to scoop me off the floor. “Now that you’ve gotten to have your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Griz asks, voice gruff and harsh.

“No,” I breathe, still trying to catch my breath.

Griz, it seems, is nearly insatiable when he wants to be. Okay, more like all the time.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

No way could he hurt me. Even taking me roughly, he hadn’t taken me hard enough to cause any more damage.

“Sleepy,” I tell him, snuggling into his chest.

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