Page 60 of Oath
His lips curved, but his eyes stayed serious. “Maybe. Or maybe I needed a minute with you before the noise starts again.” He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. “Everyone’s looking at me for answers, Grace. For decisions. And I’m not gonna make them when my head’s full of static.”
His thumb brushed a strand of wet hair from my cheek. “But with you… it goes quiet. Just for a little while.”
I leaned into his touch, chest tightening. “You don’t have to carry it all alone.”
“I know,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “But I need to figure out how to carry it at all. And right now, I just need this.”
He kissed me then—slow and deliberate, like he was choosing to be here in this exact second with no one else pulling on him. His hands never moved lower, never demanded more than I gave. He wasn’t asking for my body.
He was asking for peace.
Understanding his desire and needing to fill it, I gave it to him. I pressed my hands to his chest, steady and open, and kissed him back like I understood.
Because I did.
We stayed there in the water, lips brushing, foreheads pressed together, the rest of the world shut out.
And for a little while, it was enough.
I pulled back slowly, my eyes searching his. The water beaded on his skin, tracing the lines of his tattoos and highlighting the sharp planes of his face. There was something in his eyes—an intensity that made my heart race.
“Voodoo,” I whispered, “you don’t have to do this alone. You have me. You have Legend and AB. We haveBonestoo. We’re in this together.” I refused to think of it any other way.
He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. “I know,” he murmured. “But sometimes, I just need to feel you. To know you’re real.”
His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his body, the solid strength of him, and it made me ache in a way that was both familiar and new. I reached up, cupping his face, my thumbs brushing his cheekbones. “I’m real,” I said softly. “And I’m here.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. When he opened them again, there was a fire burning in their depths. “I want you,Grace,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you wrapped around me, to lose myself in you.”
I shivered, the words sending a thrill through me. “Then take me,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”
He growled low in his throat, a sound that was pure possession. His hands moved to my ass, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him press against me. He turned, pinning me against the shower wall, and I gasped at the sudden contact.
“You feel that?” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s how much I want you. How much I need you.”
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “I feel it,” I managed to say. “I feel you.”
He kissed me then, hard and demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a ferocity that left me breathless. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he ground against me, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged. “I need to be inside you,” he growled. “I need to feel you come apart around me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Voodoo. I need you too.”
He reached between us, positioning himself at my entrance. I was already wet, my body aching for him, and he slid in with a single, smooth thrust. I cried out, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming.
As slick and ready as I was, it was still a hard stretch to accommodate him. I could spend every single night in one of their beds and I’d never be totally ready for how they felt when they filled me.
I hoped I never would. I craved the pain of the stretch as much as the pleasure of the way they glided against me. Voodoo’s clever fingers and silken voice were as devastating to my senses as his focused attention.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against mine in a rhythm that was both urgent and slow. Each stroke was deliberate, designed to build the pleasure until it was almost unbearable. I clung to him, my body meeting his thrusts, the water cascading down around us.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “So perfect. So mine.”
I whimpered, the words sending a wave of pleasure through me. “Yours,” I agreed. “Always yours.”
He kissed me again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling tight in my core. I was close, so close, and I knew he was too.
“Come for me, Firecracker,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
