Page 49 of Deceiving Grier

“Oh shit, you’re good,” he groaned. “So, goddamn good.”

His words shot straight to my already aching dick, shivering over my skin, and his legs started to tremble on either side of me.

“I’m close,” he said breathlessly and pulled back a bit, but I grabbed his hip, refusing to let him. “Are you sure?”

Since I couldn’t answer or nod, I sucked him deeper until the tip of his cock nearly touched the back of my throat. I almost choked but didn’t stop, finding my rhythm again quickly.

Sawyer’s fingers squeezed tighter in my hair, and I froze as he came. His salty release exploded on my tongue, flooding my mouth. I swallowed quickly, trying to gulp him down without choking, but I felt some leak out from the corner of my mouth and dribble down my chin.

A shudder rolled through him, and he released his grip on my hair before leaning back, easing his dick from my mouth.

“Holy fuck, you were amazing. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before,” Sawyer said.

Before I could respond, he was pulling me up and pushing me back onto the bed. I went easily, my limbs like wet noodles, need humming through me and leaving me feeling jittery like an exposed wire.

“You were so good for me,” he said. “Now, it’s my turn.”

His mouth closed around my cock, swallowing me down and leaving my head spinning, my body trembling beneath his touch. My brain felt strange and muddled, but I was hyper-focused on the sensation of his mouth hot and wet around my dick, the rhythmic pull on my flesh as his head bobbed between my legs.

I was already close, and it didn’t take long before I came, releasing into his mouth. Once the last of the aftershocks eased, Sawyer let go of my dick and shimmied up my body. His mouth caught mine in a hungry and wet kiss. I could taste him and myself mingled together between us as our tongues slid alongside each other.

When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled me tight against his chest, and I fell asleep listening to the steady thud of his heart under my ear.

Chapter Twenty

Sawyer

“AreyouandGrierfucking again?” Jett asked, dropping into the armchair in the far corner of the living room from where I was stretched out on the couch reading an old mystery novel from Oliver Mackenzie’s extensive collection.

I looked up from the book. It was dark out already, and with only the dull glow from the lamp next to the sofa, Jett’s features were difficult to make out in the low light. “Wow, no dancing around the subject for you.”

He stared at me, his expression unusually serious, an odd contrast to his overall appearance. Jett was clearly dressed to go out, fitted jeans clinging to his long legs and ass, a sheer t-shirt hugging his narrow chest. His hair was its usual tangle of curls, and he’d dusted his eyes and cheekbones with shimmering makeup. “That’s not an answer.”

I sighed and sat up, swinging my feet to the floor, and set my book down on the coffee table before muting the movie I’d had on but hadn’t really been watching. The din from the T.V. had just been background noise while I waited for Grier to call.

“What did Grier say?” I asked.

“That you made up, and you were in a relationship now.”

“That’s true.” Despite only having worked things out a few days ago, I wasn’t surprised Grier had already told Jett—and probably Alistair, too. They’d been friends for a long time. “Is it a problem?”

“Are you going to lie to him again?”

“Nope,” I told him, and I meant it.

“Good.” The tension gripping Jett loosened. “Grier’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve that.”

I frowned and glanced at Jett, something about his words giving me pause. “No one deserves that. I shouldn’t have lied to Grier, or you, for that matter. I thought I could keep the story separate from you both, and that was stupid and unfair. I’m sorry.”

I hadn’t really apologized to him for lying to him when I’d rented the room and pretty much everything else since I’d moved in. I owed him that, at least.

Jett shrugged and leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “It’s cool. I’ve done plenty of stupid shit—just don’t hurt Grier again.”

“I won’t,” I said, and I meant that too, but I was less confident. We were on borrowed time, after all, and we both knew it. Though, if I did hurt him again, it wouldn’t be because of anything I could control.

Jett grinned. “So, did you actually think we started that fire as a favor to Greyson Mackenzie?”

His tone implied that might have been the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. I shot him a wry smirk. “In my defense, it is kind of a weird coincidence. Your house burns down, and you guys end up living here paying next to nothing in rent. I figured you had to have something on him?”

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