Page 11 of Checked Out by the Grinch
“You’re a soaking wet, little plum. Aren’t you?” His teeth scrape against my shoulder as the rough pads of his fingers spread me wide and push inside.
It’s been three years since I’ve been touched by a man. Even longer since I’ve been touchedrightby a man. If I apply this touch to every experience I’ve ever had, I’veneverbeen touched right by a man.
I brace myself against the wall, hips tilting instinctively as his fingers work deeper. Every nerve feels newly discovered, like he’s listening to my body and responding accordingly.
I gasp and bend forward.
“That’s it. Let me hear you, sugar plum… nice and loud.”
Oh God. I resist the urge to turn back, to grip his cock, to slide onto my knees, to take him into my throat.
We’re going slow. We’re taking our time. He’s in control.
His fingers move with purpose, coaxing sounds from me I didn’t know I could make as my forehead rests against the wall.
“Look at you,” he groans. “My sweet little plum alldrippingand desperate, doing exactly as she’s told.”
Oh damn!
A low ache resonates in my stomach as he leans in and bites my shoulder again, this time harder. His thick cock pokes at my back and slides back and forth, taunting me with penetration.
I’m trying to be good, but I want him. I want to be filled. I want to be stretched. I want to be fucked. I want to be reminded what it feels like to be taken.
I’m moaning shamelessly, rocking back and forth on his hand when a heavy knock hits the front door, threatening to break the spell that we’re building.
I glance back toward Grayson, but he holds me in place. “It’s nothing important.”
“It could be Evie. Maybe something’s wrong with Kade.”
“The knock would be louder. It’s nothing. Come for me.” His tone is so steady, so calming that I listen. I listen and I rock harder than ever, bouncing against his touch, moaning, aching to come as I let go of every last thing in the world.
“Good girl, soak my hand. I need to feel you lose it.”
I’m so close. I reach back and grip his forearm, feeling the cords flex with each thrust of his fingers.
Whoever’s at the door must’ve gone away because the knocking has stopped. He’s right. If it was important, the knocking would’ve been louder or my phone would’ve been blowing up.
My thighs clench around his touch and he groans low in my ear. “Let it happen. I want to feel you fall apart.”
It’s the last bit I need to come undone.
He growls out as I tighten around his fingers and moan, pounding my fist against the wall.
“Holly?”
A voice. A man’s voice. A man’s voice I’ve heard a thousand times before.
Grayson’s hands still and I freeze.
That voice doesn’t belong in this moment. It belongs in the courthouse, in late-night phone calls over visitation rights, in arguments that end in tears. Not here, not now, not in my house during the one moment I’m doing anything remotely interesting.
I turn slowly as Grayson pulls his hand from inside of me, my pulse roaring in my ears. I’m completely nude. Grayson is nude. We’re both standing here… nude.
What the hell is happening?
“Jesus Christ, Holly. I heard all this screaming, and I thought something bad was happening to you or Kade!” My exstands in the doorway like he thinks he belongs here. Torn jeans, oversized T-shirt, a beanie covering his head. “This guy is like twice your age!”
Grayson hands me his flannel and stands taller, stepping toward Corey as though he’s going to fix this whole thing.
