Page 71 of Shot Through the Heart

I level him with an unamused look. “She literally drew on one of your jerseys three weeks ago.”

Grey shrugs. “It was an old jersey.”

I shake my head but laugh with him. Sitting back, I rest my head against the back of the chair and soak up the sun.

After a few minutes of just listening to the waves, Thea breaks the silence.

“There’s a fresh margarita pitcher in the fridge!” She comes to a stop beside me, the ice in her insulated cup clashing right next to me. “Where’d everyone go?”

I point to Harper’s, Kat’s, and Jackson’s retreating forms. “To find more seashells.”

Thea looks after them before glancing at me and Grey, then back to them.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m gonna stay here and be the third wheel to the two of you while he’s making fuck me eyes to the side of your head,” Thea says, starting down the path to follow them. “Just don’t fuck in the hot tub. That’s practically begging for an infection.”

I can’t even respond before she starts jogging away.

Laughing, I turn to Greyson, expecting him to share my embarrassment or amusement, only to find that Thea was right. He doesn’t bother trying to hide the desire.

My heart skips when he pushes to his feet, and I hold his gaze as he moves to stand in front of me. Bending down, he cages me in, supporting his weight with his hands on the arms of my chair.

“Those are definitely fuck me eyes,” I say, my voice raspier than it was moments ago.

“And we have the house to ourselves for the time being,” he responds with a smirk. “Better not waste a single second of this beautiful opportunity.”

Before I can think of a response, Grey grabs me. One second, the world is upright and normal. The next second, I’m practically being tossed over his shoulder. His perfectly round ass is in my face, and I brace my hands against his lower back so I don’t bounce around.

“Greyson!” I shout, but he doesn’t stop. One arm bands around my thighs to keep me in place, while his other hand lands on my ass.

Grey carries me as if I weigh nothing. I’ve never thought much about my weight, but I’m not tiny. I have curves and some lingering pregnancy weight that never went away after Harper. But when I’m in his arms, he can manhandle me and never show any sign that it’s too much.

If anything, his ability to lift and move me however he wants makes me feel sexy.

He moves through the house with ease, making it to our room without wasting a single second. Kicking the door shut behind him, he crosses the room and drops me on the bed.

I bounce a little, laughing as I stare up at him.

“I could have walked,” I tell him.

“You could have,” he agrees. He reaches out, carefully grabbing my ankle and dragging me to the end of the bed so he can step between my thighs. “Carrying you was a better idea, though.”

My eyes drag down his form, biting my lip and wishing he weren’t wearing a shirt, before dropping to his crotch. The swim trunks he has on do absolutely nothing to hide just how turned on he is.

His hand trails up my leg, pushing my thighs wider for him.

“I’ve been dying to get you out of this,” he growls when he reaches my bathing suit bottoms.

“What are you waiting for then?” I tease. Pushing to rest on my elbow, my smile widens when his gaze drops to my breasts.

His hands leave me, and I bite my bottom lip as he steps away and pulls his shirt off. My mouth opens to sass again, but the raised skin and shiny ink on his chest make me pause.

Sitting all the way up, I point at him.

“What’s that?” I ask, finding him already watching me.

Tears prick at the edges of my eyes as I take in the fresh ink on him. Just below the constellation outline that makes up my zodiac sign is another one.

“It didn’t feel right not having both my girls together,” he tells me.

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