Page 55 of Keep You Safe
“That’s quite a list.” Grayson chuckled as I’d hoped when I threw sex on the end of my examples.
“Anything you want to add?” I teased, tone turning more seductive. “You gonna let me come in when we make it back?”
“Suppose the dogs will be happy to see you.” He kept his voice mild, but my back tightened.
“And you?”
Hands still on the wheel, gaze straight ahead, he shrugged. “Reckon all this adrenaline of ours needs somewhere to go.”
“Is that all this is? Convenient?”
“Adler.” He made a frustrated noise. “I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”
“I’m not asking for any grand speeches,” I lied. I’d love any speech he cared to make, wanted him to claim me, even privately, own this thing between us. “Just tell me that you want me specifically, not sex in general.”
“I asked you to ride along. Had a powerful craving for you as soon as you started teasin’ me after the meeting. Only got worse when I watched you look at that filly like you were seeing the dawning of the universe. And that’s adding to the want that plagues me all damn day, every day. Yeah, it’s you, specifically.” He didn’t sound thrilled about that fact, but I got the speech I’d been craving.
“Is that such a bad thing?” I asked as he pulled into the ranch, taking the looping drive toward his trailer. “Maybe fighting this is why you’re cranky all the time.”
“Enough analysis.” He parked close to his front steps. “Inside with you.”
I would have protested the change in subject, but as soon as I exited the truck, my legs wobbled worse than Winnie’s first steps. The snow had a heavy crust of ice and only Gray’s steady hand at my elbow kept me from falling.
“Careful.” His gaze met mine, porch light illuminating his craggy features. I’d seen him naked, had him inside me, knew what he looked like when he came, but something new passed between us. His eyes held a warning that went beyond slippery ice, but the moment was more than merely caution. Rather, his gaze also reflected the longing I felt so deeply, want and fear mingling. No matter how much he protested, he felt, and felt deeply.
“What if I don’t want to be careful?” I asked softly as he guided me up the steps.
His only answer was to kiss me like I was holding the only heater for miles, like I alone had the power to warm him up, like I was the answer to every question he’d ever had. This, this was the real rush, heady and swift, more potent than any other high.
We stumbled into the trailer, dogs greeting us like we’d been gone for years, and still we kissed. We broke apart long enough to check the food and water dishes and let them out into the snow for a quick pee break before falling into more kisses on the way to Grayson’s bedroom. The dogs followed us as far as the living room before flopping on their bed with its pile of toys and toy carcasses.
Alone at last, we undressed each other with fingers stiff from the cold. I trembled from both a chill and anticipation as air met the patches of my skin he revealed. This was hardly our first time, yet the energy between us felt new, charged. I felt downright virginal as I unbuttoned his work shirt, giddy over the rasp of his chest hair against my fingertips.
Once we were naked, he tumbled me onto the bed. My brain was hazy with want, whole body thrumming with anticipation as he claimed my mouth again. He was a warm, welcome weight on top of me, the only blanket I’d ever need. I arched against him, testing his strength, reveling in how damn good each contact felt.
“What do you need?” Grayson pulled away to ask.
You.That was always going to be my answer from here to eternity. I needed him, all of him, but that wasn’t what he was asking. “More of this is great.”
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t turn down the chance to fuck, but calling today long was a vast understatement. I wasn’t about to call a halt to the proceedings for a shower break, but I was also more than happy to luxuriate in something like frot than get caught up in logistic worries.
Grayson gave me another kiss and an experimental thrust against me, our hard cocks brushing. I hissed out a pleased breath. “Yes.”
“You can come from making out?” His eyebrows knit together. Ah, yes, poor formerly straight man. I chuckled.
“You can’t?” I wriggled against him until he got the idea and moved in time with our kisses. We ground together, ever more urgent, until he made a noise somewhere between arousal and frustration.
Having an idea as to what he needed, I worked a hand between our bodies to grip our cocks together, more points of contact and more friction. I moaned at how damn good his thick length felt against my own.
“Oh.” His moan echoed mine. He adjusted his position so he was more on his knees, giving me more room to stroke us off together as he watched through heated eyes. A dusky flush spread across his face, and his breath came in harsh pants as he laid a hand over mine. “Let me.”
“Gladly.” I let him drive the motion for a few strokes before withdrawing my hand so I could better feel his calloused grip.
“Damn.” His gaze was locked on our cocks sliding through his fist. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Add lube, and it’s even better.” Chuckling, I pointed at the bedside table. I’d upped his lube game, and he retrieved a bottle of the good stuff, drizzling some over his hand and our cocks.
“Fuck.” We groaned the same curse at the same moment. The lube took an already damn sexy situation to slippery perfection. Much as I wanted to last, my body gathered tension, an orgasmic blizzard already threatening.
