Page 68 of Deceiving Grier

Grinning, I sat up. “I do what I can. Do you want to order something?” While lunch at his mother’s had tasted fine, neither of us had eaten very much. We’d both mostly moved the food around the plate, neither of us having much of an appetite.

“In a bit,” he said, frowning down at the screen. “Paisley is asking if my arm is bothering me. I’m going to lie and say yes and also claim we’re exhausted from not having slept.”

“That’s true, at least.”

He looked up at me, expression unreadable. “Areyoutoo tired?”

I frowned. “Too tired for what?”

He looked at his phone, red staining his cheeks. “I thought maybe… if you wanted… we could… but if you’re tired… but if you wanted to…” He breathed deep and exhaled slowly, shoulders sagging. “I just don’t want to think anymore tonight.”

A slow grin spread across my face. “Are you asking me to fuck you stupid?”

He jerked a shoulder. “If you wanted to.”

There was nothing I wanted to do more than strip Grier down and have his body moving under mine, his soft gasps and sexy whispers driving me half out of mind, but the fact was I had found him with a broken arm and unconscious just a week ago. We hadn’t had sex since his fall, and I didn’t want to inadvertently hurt him.

“Didn’t you say that your head was hurting?” I asked.

“It’s gone now,” he told me.

“What about your arm?”

“I’m good, really,” he said, sounding more than a little impatient.

“Okay,” I agreed, still not entirely convinced, “But if your arm or head starts to hurt, you have to tell me.”

“I will,” he said, setting his phone back down on the nightstand.

Whatever we did, I needed to be sure I wouldn’t hurt him. “How would you feel about fuckingmethis time?”

His eyes widened. “I didn’t think you liked that.”

“I don’t do it often, but I like it when I do. Besides, I promised to show you everything, and I don’t want you to exert yourself. I just want you to lie back and let me do the work.” Then realization hit me like a truck. I hadn’t thought to pack anything like lube or condoms.

“Do you have anything?” I asked.

Grier nodded and crossed the room. Then he kneeled next to his duffel bag and pulled out a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He shot me an almost shy smile. “I like to be prepared.”

“At this moment, I think it might be my favorite quality about you.”

He grinned and tossed them onto the nightstand.

“Take off your clothes and get up on the bed,” I said.

His throat jumped, and he nodded. He carefully tugged his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, but hesitated before going for his fly. I’d had to help him with the button a few times already today.

“Can I help you?”

He nodded. “Please.”

That word, spoken with a slight rasp in his voice, went straight to my cock. I closed the distance between us until my chest was flush with his. Without looking away from his face, I reached down and tugged open the fly of his jeans.

I dropped to my knees, dragging down his jeans and underwear over his hips and ass, exposing his half-hard cock. With a groan, I leaned in and sucked him into my mouth.

“Holy shit.” The fingers on his good hand tangled in my hair. His dick thickened on my tongue. God, he tasted good. I bobbed my head up and down, reveling in the taste of his skin, his clean pine scent. I could have finished him like this and been content, but I was greedy, and I wanted more.

Slipping my mouth off his cock with a pop, I directed, “On the bed.”

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