Page 56 of Our Shattered Pieces
Molly rode me for either hours or minutes-I was too wrapped up in her ass to know the difference-and when she started whimpering, ready to cum, I moved one of my hands from her hips to her pussy. “Molly, look at me.” Struggling to open her eyes against the pleasure, she finally managed. “Lift up, baby.” Without asking why, she did as I asked, and when she did, I slid my fingers inside her dripping wet cunt.
“Oh, Jesus…oh, God,” she cried out.
With my cock lodged deep in her ass and two fingers penetrating her pussy, she was full and stretched good. “Ride me,” I commanded. “Ride me like you can’t get enough inside your tight, little fuckholes, Molly. Ride me like you need my cock every fucking day.”
Her body started coming down in hard, desperate surges, and moving my other hand to slide up and wrap around her neck, I choked the fuck out of her as I abused her pussy with my fingers and her ass with my thick cock.
“Grayson, I’m cumming…oh, fuck…oh, Jesus…”
Molly’s body exploded and with enough cream to soak my entire hand, I pulled my fingers from her body and smeared her release all over face. When I shoved my fingers in her mouth, and her tongue snaked around the wet digits, I nearly lost my mind.
I pushed her off me, positioned her on all fours, and slammed back into her used asshole, and fucked her rough and dirty until I shot my cum deep insider her. “Take it, baby. Take that hot load like the dirty fucking slut you are,” I panted.
“Grayson, yes!” she cried out.
My breaths uneven, my fingers digging into her flesh, and my mind going goddamn crazy, I dropped my forehead against the back of her spine. “Fuck, I love you,” I muttered against her skin. “I love you so fucking much, Molly.”
Her body collapsed on the bed, and there was a muffled, faint, but undeniable, “I love you, too,” coming from her lips.
I dropped on the bed beside her and hauled her into my arms. “You’re not just saying that because I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, are you?”
Molly choked out a rough laugh. “It’s not the first orgasm you’ve given me, Grayson,” she pointed out.
“True, but I think it’s been the best so far,” I teased.
“You’re ridiculous,” she replied. “And it looks like I need another shower.”
I wrapped her up tightly against me. “Say it again, please.”
“I love you, Grayson,” she said, granting my wish. “I’ve always thought you were a good guy, and the night of the wedding pushed those feelings a bit further over the line. But this past week has been a real eye-opener, and I’m going to count my blessings, rather than question them.”
I rolled us over until I was on top of her again. “We’ll take this slow, but thisishappening, Molly. You and I are happening.”
She gave me the most tender smile. “I like the sound of that, Grayson.”
“Good. Because you’re not getting rid of me. Ever.”
“I like the sound of that, too.”
Epilogue
Molly – (One Year Later)~
Iwas going to be an aunt.
In a few hours, I was going to be a first-time aunt, and I was a nervous wreck. Sitting in a private waiting room, everyone was here, waiting for Rowan to pop out my nephew. Unlike Mystic and Gage, Rowan and Lorcan hadn’t wanted to be surprised. They had found out they were having a boy as soon as it’d been possible to tell. However, they’d been super unimaginable when they had decided to saddle the little guy with Lorcan’s name, making him the third in line with that name.
Glancing around the room, I wasn’t the only one displaying nervous ticks. Mystic kept tapping her foot while Gage kept rubbing her belly. Granted, he was always rubbing her belly whenever she was pregnant, so I couldn’t say for sure if it was a nervous tick since Mystic was five-months pregnant right now. Besides, the more I thought about it, the more I realized Gage Evans probably never got nervous.
The room was also crowded with Rowan and Grayson’s parents, and mine and Lorcan’s. The twins were playing quietly in the corner, and even Rowan’s grade school friend, Mandy and her footballer husband, Darnell, were here for the festive occasion.
Standing in front of the vending machine-because private usually meant fancy-I searched my options even though I wasn’t really hungry. I was just trying to keep myself from going stir crazy.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around me from behind, and my body automatically sank into the warm embrace. “Mmm…this is nice.”
“Yeah, so, Mom and Dad keep giving me the stink-eye, and I’m guessing it’s because I’m the oldest, yet, here’s Rowan, giving them their first grandchild,” he said, completely ruining the intimate moment I was having.
I laughed as I turned around in his arms. My palms on his chest with his arms still wrapped around my waist, my reply was simple. “Oh, really?”
