Love is Bleeding (A Croft & Croft Romance Adventure Book 4)

by Morgan Kelley

  Croft glanced over and stared at Randall Mason, sitting at a table with his guests. From the look on his face, he was like a kid on Christmas. Suddenly, without warning, he stood.

  “Five hundred thousand.”

  There was a collective gasp.

  Immediately, all the other bidders stopped.

  The auctioneer looked astounded, but kept going. “We have a solid bid of five hundred thousand, do I hear six hundred?”

  Someone on a phone raised a paddle. A silent bidder was making a move.

  Greyson was worried. The person didn't have a face, and to him, he could have nefarious plans for his sweet Emma. Immediately, Dante’s hand touched his arm in reassurance. He must have had a look of pure fear on his face.

  Dominic Marianna stood, irritated by the competition. “Seven hundred and fifty thousand.”

  Randall mason expected nothing less. He assumed the man would try to steal his evening alone with Emma away from him. Well, it wasn’t happening.

  Over his dead body.

  “One million dollars in cash.”

  Croft stared back and forth between the three bidders. As the woman holding the phone lifted her paddle and shouted out the next offer, the media in the back went wild.

  He couldn’t believe that it was at one point five million dollars.

  Emma looked surprised.

  Dominic Marianna looked pissed and took his seat.

  Randall Mason wasn’t giving up. “Two million dollars is my bid, and I’ll build a library in honor of Sister Mary Catherine on land I’ll personally purchase.”

  There was a gasp.

  The auctioneer didn't know what to say. That took the price tag to a number they couldn’t put a value at. “Can our phone bidder match that?” he asked.

  The woman spoke into the receiver, as everyone watched on baited breath. Suddenly, she shook her head and hung up.

  Croft breathed a sigh of relief. It was still a shitty proposition for his nerves, but it was better than the alternative.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a closing bid of two million dollars cash, donated property, and the building of a library.”

  Everyone clapped like maniacs, as Emma grinned triumphantly. Partly due to who won, but also because the shelter would have enough food and clothing for a very long time.

  It was worth it.

  As a man came forward to help escort Emma from the spotlight, he was intercepted by Greyson Croft. Stopping in front of the stage, he reached up. Lifting his wife by her waist, he reverently lowered her to the ground and into his arms.

  “Emma, my sweet,” he said, giving her a kiss, as the auctioneer dismissed everyone and thanked them for coming.

  When his mouth finally released hers, he stared down into her brilliant green eyes.

  “Let’s go home,” he whispered low in her ear. “I find that I need my wife in the worst way,” he admitted.

  Her body heated at his touch, and the way his hand caressed her bottom possessively.

  What could she say?

  There was only one answer.

  “Yes, Grey.”

  ~ Chapter Sixteen ~

  It was a long trip home. Before getting in the limo, Dante had decided to head out for a few hours. Why waste being in a tux when you could impress countless people.

  So, he and Steele Bentley opted to grab something to eat, and maybe watch some sports at the local bar.

  Greyson knew it was more than that.

  The man wanted to give him alone time with his babe, and for that, he was grateful.

  Then, Curtis asked to be dropped off at Brynn’s house with her. He’d head back to the condominium later, but they were going to rent a movie and talk.

  Who was he to argue?

  Another couple was voted off the luxury condo island. It looked like Greyson Croft was going to get lucky, alone in their home.

  As of late, it had gotten busy at their place. It wasn’t that he minded, but it was nice to have the quiet all to themselves.

  Mostly, he wanted to have wild sex with his wife on their couch.

  Who could blame him?

  So, as they dropped the last couple off, it was time to romance his wife. She’d given him so much tonight, and he wanted to share what was living in his heart.

  Tonight, he was going to have his wicked way with her and make her scream his name, over and over again.

  Yeah, it was probably a good thing they were home alone. Tonight, he was taking no prisoners, so to speak.

  “What are you thinking about, Grey?” she asked, as the door closed and Curtis and Brynn headed into her place.

  “What you’re wearing under that dress,” he answered honestly. “I find that I’m dying to know what you picked to drive me absolutely wild tonight.”

  She laughed. “Oh, do I do that?”

  He stared over at her, a serious look on his face. “No woman can push me to madness quite like you. When I saw you up there I was proud, but when you dedicated that song to me, I was lost. I want to go home and make love to you like some crazed maniac.”

  That heated her blood. “Maybe you should start now, with a really amazing kiss.”

  Oh, if she wanted to kick it off, then so be it. He was more than willing to have her in his lap with their mouths sealed as one.

  Pulling her against him, he loved when she gasped. That little whimper of surprise fueled everything in him. Maybe it was wrong of him, but it called to his primitive side.

  “Grey,” she whispered, as his lips made love to hers. The kiss was deep, plundering, and overwhelming. When his hands began roaming across her body, in combination with her mouth being invaded, her blood pressure rose.

  Croft’s body woke for the millionth time that night, but this time, nothing would be able to lull it back into slumber. For now, it wanted what it had earned.

  His woman.

  As she wiggled against him, he buried his hand in her hair to hold her to him. When he was in control of the beautiful woman beside him, he took the kiss further, until it was her moan that broke free.

  “Greyson,” she whispered, so lost in the delicious feeling of her husband. No man had ever made her feel this way, nor wanted her quite to that extent.

  This was more than sex. It was the call from one mate to the other. It only happened when two souls collided and became one.

  She was his.

  He was hers.

  This was their destiny.

  As he plundered her mouth, his hands ran up and down the snug fitting gown, promising more to come when she was finally free of it. As his adept fingers stroked the swell of her breast, Emma’s breath caught in her chest.

  “You’re so soft, Emma,” he murmured, running his lips down her neck to the letter ‘C’. With lips and tongue, he teased and promised more to come.

  She was on sensory overload, and her body was slipping into the growing heat. Soon, it would overwhelm, submerging her in its depths.

  “I want you lost to me. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure,” he whispered, teasing her flesh more, with fingertips beneath the line of the gown which covered her breasts.

  Just that stroking exploration was getting her wild. What she wanted to do was rip off her clothes, letting him have anything he wanted, as long as he found it in her.

  “Grey,” she gasped, as she found him freeing one breast slightly.

  “I need to taste you, Emma,” he whispered, leaving heated kisses across her flesh. When he found her nipple pebbled and ready for him, he took the willing offering into his mouth.

  Emma moaned, as the simple action drove her further into the madness. What she wanted was for him to be wild, out of control, and frenetic. What he was giving her was controlled chaos.

  It was driving her insane.

  As he worked on that one part of her body, he struggled to take his time. There was no way after their evening, he was going to take her in some sweaty romp in the back of Randall Mason’s limo.

  No, she deserve
d something befitting the ‘Queen of Vegas’, and he was hell bent on giving it to her. “Tell me what you want, Emma. I want to give you everything in me.”

  She was struggling to think. “I just want you, Greyson. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

  As he glanced up from his delicious treat, he saw their condo approaching. “We’ll finish this upstairs,” he answered, pulling her gown back up and taking her mouth in another heated kiss. It was to remind her on the walk upstairs, what was to come.

  He was going to dine on his wife, until he was satiated.

  As the limo driver opened the door, Croft refused to stop the kiss. He’d seen the man admiring his wife earlier, and he wanted it clear to all who saw them, she would never belong to anyone but him.

  She was his prize.

  Finally releasing her, Greyson stepped out, offering his hand to Emma. When she followed, he pulled her against his body possessively. Tipping the man, his hand instinctually went to her behind, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

  Shortly, he would be doing far more with her amazing body, and he didn't care if it took all night.

  Once inside their building, the night guards greeted them. “You looked lovely on TV, Mrs. Croft. Your playing was spectacular,” the younger guard offered.

  “Thank you,” she replied, trying to focus. It wasn’t easy, since her husband’s hand was massaging her derrière.

  “No one comes upstairs until I call down, gentlemen,” Croft stated, leaving nothing to their imagination. They were men, and they knew what was coming.

  And he was going to be very busy.

  “Yes, Mr. Croft,” one man said, grinning.

  As if to prove a point, when they headed toward the elevator, he slapped her on the ass. When his wife didn't protest, he was driven even wilder.

  As the doors opened, the men behind the desk winked at him in male admiration. They knew what Greyson Croft was going to be receiving. It looked like there would be a very private performance.

  As the doors slid shut, Greyson moved quickly, pinning his wife to the wall. His hands wandered as his mouth stole even more. He couldn’t help but take.

  She whimpered as his hand found access to her body through the slit in her dress. When he located her ass and kneaded the flesh, Emma shook.

  His mouth tormented and promised so much, as he devoured her whole. When the thirteenth beep sounded, he suddenly stopped.

  The lack of his hands on her body was sheer hell. Emma would have crawled after him to have them back, touching her.

  Taking Emma by the hand, Greyson led her to their door. Inside, he pushed her in and locked it behind them. Here was his prey, and he was going to have her- his way.

  Tonight, his wife was going to remember what wearing that necklace and making a statement to a room full of people meant in his world.

  Now, she was his.

  “Grey,” she murmured, moving backwards. From the look on his face and the fire burning in his eyes, she knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.

  “Emma, you undo me. When I think I finally have it under control, you do something else to tie me up in vicious knots.”

  She licked her lips.

  “Did you mean what you told them? Were those the words from your heart? Are you forever mine?”

  “Yes,” she answered immediately. “I want to be yours until the day we die.”

  He pounced, catching her by the couch. When his hand went into her hair, he trapped her. “I want to own my wife, heart, body and soul.”

  She didn't have to think twice. “You already do.”

  Everything around him exploded. The need that he’d buried multiple times that day flooded from him, as the scent of his woman filled him. Pulling her roughly against him, he attacked. His mouth moved against hers in a vicious hunger.

  Deep down, he knew that he was out of control, but he didn't care. His woman was offering herself to him, and he wasn’t stupid enough to not take her.

  She would be his, forever marked, even if no one could see it. Emma Croft was his downfall in life, and the only one who could hold him up, simultaneously. She was an enigma, but he found he couldn’t live without her.

  Her hands ran across his body and found the buttons to his tux. Once she had it off his shoulders, the gun harness was next to hit the floor. While he stole everything from her, she wanted to see him wild and naked beneath her hands.

  By the time the kiss was over, his shirt was pulled from his pants and unbuttoned.

  “Emma,” he whispered. “I want you.”

  “Yes, Grey, yes,” she replied, as his hands moved to her back and found the zipper. With gentle fingers, it slid down, slowly revealing the prize beneath.

  When he saw the bra and panties, his heart skipped. His Emma had picked the smallest, most revealing undergarments that he’d ever seen in his life.

  It was mouthwatering.

  “I picked them for you, Grey,” she offered.

  He gave her the truth. “I love when you dress for me. It’s incredibly intimate.”

  Emma nuzzled his cheek. “Anything for you.”

  His heart pounded in his chest, as the words she shared earlier came flooding back. He desperately needed to get her out of those panties.

  When he put his hands on her waist and lifted, her legs went around his hips, and their mouths met once more. Where Emma expected him to place her on the couch, she gasped when something hard and cold touched her bottom.

  It was the top of her piano.

  Then, she heard it. Pulling away from his mouth, Emma glanced down at his phone. He’d recorded her playing that night and was playing it back for her.

  “Now, you’re only playing for me,” he said, laying her back so she was lying on the top of the piano, her legs hanging off the edge.

  When he ran his fingers down the front of her panties, she shivered. “Grey.”

  He took his name as an invitation. As much as he liked her choice in lingerie, it stood between him and his prize. With one yank, he ripped them from her body.

  She gasped at the sound of rendering material.

  “Oh, Emma,” he whispered, admiring her grooming. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

  Without warning, Greyson Croft began feasting on his woman. As the music crashed around them, Emma moaned. Frenetically, his tongue invaded as he tried to devour her whole. It didn't take long for everything to fall away.

  There was no condo.

  No murder.

  No stress.

  There was nothing but pure bliss. Diving in, he took her over the top and loved how she shouted his name just as the piano music became wild.

  He continued, even as she shook. There was nothing on God’s green Earth that could stop him at that moment. He’d wanted to devour his woman like this on their piano before, but now after tonight, it became his obsession.

  Her body bowed, as he drove her to the edge once more, giving her no time to float back up. As far as he was concerned, she was his, and he was taking that literally.

  “More, Emma,” he said, only pausing for a moment, and then it was back to the heavenly torment.

  The notes of the song, and what he knew they meant, urged him on. It forced him to become wilder with each orgasm he pulled from her body.

  When she began begging, he continued by taking and owning what was given to him. Emma may be breathless but he was far from done.

  When she shook apart under his mouth, he heard the music slowly come to an end. Timed to it was her heavy breath. It aroused him further.

  “We’re going to bed,” he said, grabbing his phone and flipping his wife over his shoulder. As she hung there, he grinned wickedly.

  Yeah, he was out of control, and there would be hell to pay in the morning, but until then, she was his.

  “Greyson!” Emma yelped, as she was tossed haphazardly over his shoulder. When his hand landed sharply on her one cheek, she gasped.

  “Mine, Emma. You’re all mine, and now I’
m going to take what you’ve offered up.”

  Where it should have irritated her, it didn't. It turned her on again. What woman didn't want her husband to be all caveman when it came to their sex lives? Rarely did she have to think, she only needed to feel.

  Greyson Croft was driving the sex bus, and she was okay with that.

  When she tumbled to the bed, she found herself staring up at him. His body was all hard and lean, and it made her hungry too. As he stripped out of the rest of his tuxedo, she watched with baited breath. Then, she saw how aroused he was, and her heart thumped in her chest.

  “Grey,” she purred, wanting all he had to offer.

  Tossing the phone on the floor, the music came on again as he pounced. His mouth found all the parts of her that drove his wife wild. When her hands slid down his body, finding him hard and ready, he was the one begging.

  “I need to bury myself in you, Emma. God help me, I can’t wait any longer.”

  She pulled him down and moaned as he moved into her. It was fast and hit the right spot. “Grey, I want you.”

  “Oh, Emma,” he said heatedly. “You don’t have a choice tonight. I’m too far gone to stop.”

  With that, he began moving, filling her and taking her with him for the ride. While he took his wife repeatedly, the music played in the background.

  “I love you, Emma,” he whispered as he could feel his body sliding closer and closer to the edge. When he fell, he needed her with him.

  “I love you too, Greyson,” she replied, as her body began to quake. She was close to slipping once more.

  “Emma!” he shouted, as his wife’s nails dug into his shoulders while her body tightened around him.

  Greyson was done.

  He was falling.

  Emma tumbled through the colors, and felt the room roll, as she was placed on his chest in her normal place.

  A few minutes went by, and the music slowly ended. Greyson listened to his own pulse throb in his ears and head. As it dissipated, he was finally able to think and speak.

  “Emma, honey, are you okay?”

  She didn't reply.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  Barely audible, as sleep threatened to take her, she finally found words. “You’re such a caveman.”