Page 66 of (Un)Rivaled

“Yes,” she sighed as I tugged the fabric to the side. “Touch me, Gray. I need you so fucking badly.”

But I held back—keeping my movements light enough to drive her mad. As she let out an annoyed huff, shifting her hips to get more pressure, I pulled away. Her eyes narrowed. “Are you teasing me, Grayson?”

“You want something? Use your words.” I nipped at her neck. “You know the right ones to make me do whatever you want.”

She grinned back at me. “Fuck me with your fingers, Gray. Make your wife come all over them.”

That was all it took. I ripped away her panties, throwing the ruined fabric in my backseat. As my thumb continued to circle her clit, my other finger entered her, already feeling her pulse around me. I added another, relishing in her little gasp as I stretched and filled her just how she liked it. Devyn’s hands found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss as she rode my hand, soaking it with her desire. Her fingers dug into my neck as her walls constricted, practically crushing me by the time she fell over the edge. Her brown eyes met mine as she gasped my name, letting out one final groan before collapsing against my chest.

“Did it work?” I asked as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“It was a good start,” Devyn said. Her hands reached down, unbuckling my jeans and shoving them and my boxers down enough to free my length. I was already hard as a rock from watching her fall apart on my fingers.

“A good start?” I arched my brows. “That’s not gonna do. Get your ass uphere.”

“And do what?” Devyn asked with a sly smirk. “You need to use your words, husband.”

Fuck. I reached out and gripped her hair in my fist. “Get your ass up here and ride my cock like a good little wife.”

Devyn tucked her lip between her teeth but then did as I asked, shifting so my tip lined up with her entrance. As she sank slowly down on me, my head dropped back. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to how perfect she felt around me. It was heaven, something divine I could never put into words. There was no way Devyn and I weren’t meant for each other, not when we felt so good together.

As she started to rise, then dropped again, fighting to lower herself even further. She shifted a few times, taking in more of me each time. It was slow, exquisite torture. Eventually, my patience snapped and I gripped her hips, pulling her all the way down. Devyn’s fingers dug into my shoulder, so I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek. “You good, baby?”

“Amazing,” she sighed. “You make me feel so good, so full.”

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I groaned, moving my hands back to her hips. While I wanted her to set the pace, I couldn’t help but guide her through it, needing to feel my hands on her skin. “Who else fucks you this good, Devyn?”

“No one,” she moaned. “No one fucks me like you do.”

“Damn straight,” I said, my fingers digging into her a little more. “And no one’s going to have the chance. Not after me. You’re mine, wife, and I’m never letting you go again.”

“Say it again,” Devyn groaned. I could tell she was close, her movements growing sloppier and more frantic. Ihelped her keep a hard and steady pace, just as I knew she liked.

“You’re mine, Ace. My wife. No matter what happens, it’s me and you. Always.”

“Shit, Gray,” Devyn groaned as her orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, anchoring me to her as she rode out her pleasure. With her body constricting around me, it took only a few more thrusts until I was following right after.

As we both waited to fall down to Earth, Devyn cuddled against my chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over her mark on me. “Thank you.”

My eyes darted to her, loving how she looked pressed against me. I kissed her temple. “For sex in my truck? Pretty sure I should be thanking you for that one.”

“No,” Devyn chuckled. “Well, yes. That was pretty incredible.” She gazed up at me, all humor gone from her expression. “For being there for me today, through all of this. It’s been a long time since I felt like I was part of a team, and I really like being one with you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Devy,” I said as I held her tighter. “Because I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere.”

THIRTY-FIVE

Three days after our meet-up with Laurel, I found myself in my family’s suite at the Isadora Resort, the hotel my great-great-grandfather had started over a hundred years ago. It was a staple in this community, the only high-end resort in this county. While many people flocked here for the summer months, I’d avoided it for a long time.

Calla used to joke that she’d always live here, at least until my mother unceremoniously kicked her out a couple of years ago. During my childhood, I felt the same. The Isadora was our home, and I thought it would always feel that way. But over the past decade, the feelings had started to twist and fray into something unpleasant. The Isadora felt haunted—not necessarily by spirits, but by unpleasant memories I’d rather forget. Being back in this place reminded me of a time when I was weak, when I didn’t have the resources to fight for myself beyond my sharp tongue and faulty filter.

Calla nudged me in the side. “Are you okay? You’ve literally been staring at that wall for ten minutes.”

I shook my head. “It has not been that long.”

“Okay, maybe not exactly, but still. It was long enough that I was starting to worry.”

“I don’t like being back here,” I quietly admitted so our mother wouldn’t hear me. While she hadn’t been the best example of maternal love growing up, at least she was trying to do better now, less pushing her ideals and taking more of an interest in our lives. But after being ignored by her for most of my life, I’d gotten used to existing without her, only hearing from her if she needed something. When Calla and our mother were estranged, it was the first time she reached out to me first. I thought she was attempting to get to know me better, but she was really just using me as a messenger. After that, I didn’t let myself get too hopeful we’d ever have an ideal mother-daughter relationship.

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