Page 59 of Lilies in Autumn

“I want to stay. It’s my first college party, after all. I’m sure Lincoln will keep me safe, right?” She offers a shy smile, and he eats it right up. Nodding his head in enthusiasm, he readily agrees. I narrow my eyes, telepathically communicating that I will sabotage our next practical if he lets a single thing happen to her.

“Fine, but you,” I turn to Lincoln. “I will kill you if something happens to her, then resurrect you to do it again, and again, and again.”

Grey, Lincoln, and Dante just laugh, thinking that my declaration is a joke.

Grey pulls me against his body again and bends down to whisper in my ear, “Let’s go home, vixen.”

I follow him out, letting everyone know, without words, that I am his and he is mine.

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Luckily, Grey was the designated driver and drove to the party, allowing us to avoid waiting for an Uber in front of throngs of people that had plenty to say about our linked hands. As we walked, I heard the nasty comments from women and the wolf whistles from the guys; it was as though Grey being well-known on campus permitted them to have an opinion on our relationship.

To be honest, it scares the shit out of me, and I feel the anxiety clawing at my chest. Before the picture, I would have relished being on Grey’s arm and been excited to proclaim him as mine. Now? I have visions of my parents opening an email with a link to my half-naked body. Part of me feels terrible that the joy that should surround me, and my first relationship, is overshadowed by the very real threat of the explicit photo. The other part of me, a very small, minuscule, truly microscopic part, feels the excitement and jitters that should be overpowering.

I glance at Grey, who’s leading us down a surprisingly deserted side street to his car. He seems so self-confident and aware like we weren’t just the center of attention at a party of over two hundred. He smirks as he continues walking.

“I can feel you thinking, vixen.”

“What the hell? CeCe said the same thing earlier.”

“It’s probably because you mumble to yourself when you’re deep in thought.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “It’s cute, a little weird, but cute as fuck.”

“Well, that’s embarrassing and now I need to stop thinking so hard,” I mutter as we reach Grey’s Jeep. I’m opening the passenger side door when Grey’s large, calloused hand shoots out to hold it closed, crowding me in from behind.

Leaning down, Grey’s hot breath coasts along my neck. “Vixen,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine. “Those thoughts that just ran through your mind earn you a spanking. We’re starting at four.” His free hand moves from his side to my hip, pulling me back so that his hard length presses against my back.

“W-what?” I sputter. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but every thought you had is written across your face, and I won’t accept that shit. You thinking that you’re anything less than perfect doesn’t sit right with me. I won’t let anyone talk shit about you, not even you. So, for those nasty little thoughts, your cheeks are going to turn red tonight.”

“Greyson, I am not a child, and you cannot just spank me because you don’t like what I’m thinking.” His hand glides lower, dipping to the front of my jeans and then back up until he’s cupping my sex and squeezing me through the fabric. My breathing goes shallow, as though there’s not enough oxygen in this entire world to regulate my lungs. His thick fingers glide along the seam of my jeans, rubbing a delicious pressure right where I need him most, especially after his dismissal earlier today.

“Vixen, I can feel how warm and wet your pretty cunt is through your jeans. Lying to me, pretending you don’t like being spanked, and being reminded that you’re my fucking good girl, earned you two more. Keep going, baby, we can be at it all fucking night.” He bends down and nuzzles into my neck as he says it, his affectionate touches completely at odds with his words.

“Grey,” I moan, the friction set off by his fingers building and spreading like wildfire throughout my body. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” Secretly, I pray that he doesn’t stop because it feels so damn good.

I’m not disappointed.

Grey quickens his movements, rubbing the sensitive spot between my thighs with more pressure. I feel the tension mount, starting at my spine before traveling up and exploding, throwing me into the fastest orgasm I have ever experienced. I should be ashamed that it took less than five minutes for Grey to bring me to climax, but I’m too impressed to care. And so freaking turned on.

Spinning around, I grab his neck and pull him down, crashing my lips to his in a kiss that is all tongue and zero finesse. Grey doesn’t seem to care; if anything, he grows harder against my stomach. He takes over the kiss, pushing my back into the car door while his hands go to my face, cradling me like I’m something precious while fucking my mouth like I’m his whore.

The dichotomy is heady.

I break from the kiss, panting as I stare up at him. “I want to taste you,” I say into the night, speaking a collection of words that I have never uttered together before.

“Fuck.” Grey pulls me back in, claiming my mouth before reaching out and opening his back door. “Get in, vixen.” I slide in until I rest against the opposite door and then he’s on me, ravaging me while concealing us in the heavy tints of his Jeep, the sporadic streetlamps the only witnesses.

Tugging at his Henley, we part long enough to remove our shirts before diving back in. Long fingers ghost up my corset-clad torso until they pull my cups down, acting as a shelf for my breasts. He squeezes my nipples, plucking them until they’re firm points begging for his attention.

I shift while Grey plays with my nipples and devours my mouth. He’s so lost in the worship he’s paying to my chest that he startles when I grip him over his jeans, squeezing slightly to show what I want.

Breaking away from the kiss, he says, “Fuck, vixen. You want my cock?”

“Yes,” I moan in response. My voice sounds so horse, so turned on, that it doesn’t even sound like me.

“Take it out, baby. It’s yours.” I swallow, gripping the button on his jeans to pop it open before I slowly unzip him. I revel in the power I have over him in this moment, above him with his dick literally at my mercy. I tug on the waistband of his jeans, dragging them, along with his boxers, down to his ankles. His piercings shimmer in the darkness, the light from the streetlamps bouncing off them.

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